As he lay on her breast and sucking her boob as he drifted to sleep, Prema was patting his head gently, as affectionately as a mother. As she looked a... his handsome face, she recollected what a tough time she had in seducing him.Most of her friends in college were being fucked by brothers and few of them by Dads also and as they daily exchanged excitedly their fucking details, her cunt used to flow and itch. She started to reveal her cleavage and thighs in sleeveless T shirts and short skirts. She turned around accentuating the curves in her body. She raised one leg and I could see the panties clinging to her wet choot. My lund started growing. It felt uncomfortable in my underwear. I put my hand in and straightened it out. I was excited. Her hand had been on my lodda many times and I wanted her to touch me. ‘Choddo gay behan aaj, bheya darlind’, she commanded rather than ask. I was speechless. I knew what it was. But my didi? Why not, I thought. I mumbled something. She took that as. “Damn you Homer, you can’t have it both ways. Six months ago you sat right in that very chair and told Susie and Sam Simpelwell and ME that their proposal was the perfect solution to OUR little problem. Isn’t that what you said Homer? Isn’t it?”“Well yes, but.”“But nothing you urged me to go along with what they wanted. Didn’t you?”“Yes, only.”“Only my ass. And what did I tell you then? Huh Homer, what did I say.”“You said that I should be careful what I wish for.”“AND, what else did I. ."My brother sounded so enthusiastic when he talked about her jiggling breasts. It was like he was getting overwhelmed trying to describe a deep personal obsession. I really loved hearing his sound so excited!I asked, "Her breasts were jiggling just from how - well - the way she rubbed herself?"

"Yes, I mean, she was rubbing really fast. And, I think she was trying to make them move like that, she wanted me to look at them."I nervously asked, "When it happened, did you - I mean - did you.