Family’s Forbidden Fruit- II

A feast for Kinks

You read of my lust for my brother, my bhaijaan in the last part, which ended somewhat steamy. Read that part here- https://indianmenexperiences.art.blog/2020/04/01/familys-forbidden-fruit/

I’ll try to supplement with subtitles wherever Hussain’s rugged hindi takes over.

Apparently, he must have thought that everyone left for mall, as he didn’t know I was still home, and thus decided to come out in his god-like glory. All words deserted me entirely, my throat went dry and I didn’t know how to respond. I was below Bhaijaan’s bed, while he was standing near the bed drying himself with a towel, all naked, with a semi erect cock that was about 5” long and thick, cut, with its head gleaming and dripping water like a life giving wonder. I thought I should come out from under the bed before it gets more awkward. So I crawled from below the bed in a reverse manner, my ass coming out first, like I just found the ball under the bed, and I haven’t seen Hussain naked. Hussain probably heard the rustling sound and covered his woody glory with towel before I turned.

Hussain: “Abe tu gya nhi shopping karne. Yha kya kar rha hai?”(You were supposed to leave for shopping, what are you doing here?)

Me: “Na, mujhe laga mai wha bore ho jaunga. To bas football khelne ka Socha aur lene yaha aa gya”(I thought i would be bored there, so thought i would rather hit the football field. Came here to fetch it.)

And to add to my innocence I said, “aap abi abi naha kar aye hai kya?”(You just came out of the shower?)

He didn’t say anything but just walked towards me. Straight, in a swift motion. By this time I was sitting on the bed, he came and stood right in front of me. Before I could say anything, Hussain then removed his towel and stood completely naked in front of me. He was much more perfect up close than I had imagined, flawless. His skin was glowing, his dick looked so delicious and his thighs, those were tree logs, but hairy, like a mesh, so much so that I could easily lose my way into that forest trail. He had some pubes, very mild, must have manscaped a few days ago only, giving the feeling of his dick rising from mild fog, purely majestic.

Then he said,”Le behenchod, yah chaiye na tujhe. Mujhe pehle se shaq tha mere laude par nazar h teri. Ab dekh kya rha h, choos isko. khush kar tere mailk ko.” (Here, this is what you wanted isn’t it? I had doubts about you already. Now what are you looking at, suck it, make your master happy)

That’s when I realised, he wanted this too. That’s why he’s been ignoring me from a day, because he must be getting horny looking at me. But now I was being offered my prize. To add to it, Somehow, his abusive language is adding spice to my already horny state.

I didn’t care about anything else, just went for it. I held it in my hands, and licked it. I tasted water, mixed with his sweat, and his sweet, strong aroma hit my noses. It was mesmerizing, how his manly aroma and mesmerising dick has emasculated me completely. I was ready to become a slave, to please my master, to worship that thick piece of meat between his legs.

I took it in my mouth, touching my pink lips to its black skin. It was huge, and the more I took it in, the more it seemed to grow. I tried and tried, and it seemed I could only take about half of it in my mouth. Bhaijaan kept one leg on the bed beside me and took control. He held me by my hair, and shoved his love stick deep inside my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and somehow he was still pushing it in. It hurt, I had tears in my eyes, but I didn’t want him to stop.

He stopped fucking my mouth, and made me stand. I could look into his eyes, and saw nothing but pure lust. He removed my jersey and shorts. Now I was standing in front of a naked Hussain, in my black Diesel trunks. He looked at me for 2 seconds, like a customer looking at the new suit he’s about to buy, and then smiled to himself, pleased with his choice.

He then held my shoulders, pushed me down on my knees, and I was back at his dick. This time, instead of asking me to open my mouth, he shoved his dick towards my face. It hit my lips with full force, and they parted with a jerk. I was loving the experience of being a whore for him, being treated this way by my manly brother. He held it in his hand, and kept fucking my mouth, by pushing the dickhead in my cheeks. 

His precum was somehow tasty, I wanted more and more of it, and it kept lubricating my throat. He then bent  a little, kissed me deeply, pushing his tongue in my my mouth, exploring all the corners. He bit my lower lip and pulled it towards him, and then played clash with my tongue. He signalled me to lie on the bed, and then came on top of me, kissing me wilding, ravaging me, biting my neck. I lost myself in his strong chest, holding it with one hand, while having wrapped other one around his hip. He was swaying his hips while kissing, pushing them into me. I could see his dick, wet with my saliva and his precum leaving wet spots on my trunks, mixed with my own precum.

He then went near my ear, and inserted his tongue, starting from the lobes to the very inner part. It sent tremors of tickle along my body, while his hands went down my back and lowered the strap of my underwear from behind, exposing my ass, and squeezing the cheeks. 

He then got up, pulled the strap of my undies from the front, while pinning me down with his other hand on my chest. The sudden jerk to the strap caused some pain, because I couldn’t get up, but succumbing to the constant pull with such force, The undies surrendered. And now they lay torn, beside me on the bed, while he was standing near the bedpost, smiling and giving me the devil looks.

He came and sat on my chest, holding the bed post and inserted his huge monster In my throat for another round of assault. He took it out and slapped it on my face multiple times, saying, “Yahi chaiya tha na tujhe randi, le choos ab ise ache se”. His dick was really thick, so when he slapped it on my cheeks, it really felt like a molten iron rod, hot and moist against my skin. I was loving this feeling, I could honestly get slapped by it for ages. He then went further up, hanging his balls above my mouth. I obliged by guiding my tongue out, licking them like forbidden fruits, then sucking on each of them. He had very little of pubes, but his balls were hairy, which made it even hotter for me. 

He then looked into my eyes, his balls still in my mouth, huge, full of the sweet sweet nectar I wished to taste, “Maza aa raha h ya nhi?”(Having fun?) . I nodded my head without leaving the sweaty, manly balls for even a second. He pinched one of my nipple, and said, “Aur maze karega?”(wanna have more fun?) I dint say anything again, being a little frightened because I was sure he was talking about my ass, and I had the fear that a dick of his size would split my hole, and probably me too into two halves. But he took my silence as my consent.

He got up from top of me, and went to his cupboard. He came back with a few pieces of clothes. He took one, a wide thick one, reddish in colour and blindfolded me. Next he took a cloth and tied my hands to the bedpost, and used another two pieces, one each to tie my legs to the bed bottoms. Now I was lying open there, like a pentagram, completely naked and not able to see a thing. My body felt cold, but I was excited as this was turning out to be the hottest and most passionate foreplay session I could ever think of. 

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Loads of love, Varun