I slowly inserted my right hand into her sari and now with both hands cupped her boobs and squeezed them softly. She moaned and arched her body backwa...ds and closed her eyes. Ohh those melons were amazing. I then started slowly to knead her right melon alone, and said in a low tone, “Brinda I like this melon the most”. Brinda aunty didn’t say a word, she was just closing her eyes and moaning. Then I told her to open her eyes and see how her melons were trying to tear her blouse and pop out. She. Because I am the only girl I have my own room with a bathroom attached while my brothers share one. This isn’t about both of my brothers though, just one of them. This all started when one time when I had come home from school early because I decided to skip my last two classes. I had recently figured out how to masturbate and how great it is. Sometimes I would rub myself or use the handle of my hairbrush as a toy until I was sore. By skipping class, I thought I would touch myself for a while. His blue-black wrists were covered in fine hair. There was a little flurry in my guts, like a butterfly settling on a flower the first day of spring.I caught his eye in the mirror. His mouth curved into a smile before he looked away. I could smell the heat coming off him, almost taste it. In the mirror I could see the little beads of perspiration forming above his upper lip. It got me hard.He reminded me of an athlete - one of those guys who could run the 100 metres in less time it takes you to. He shoved it right in with no warning except for his cock head touching my hole for just a second. My scream was stifled by his fathers cock getting harder in my mouth.As I had already come to figure out, younger guys tend to not take long. It was only a couple of minutes before his cock was blowing up inside me. That exquisite feeling of a throbbing cock pumping inside me almost made me cum right then. I took just a short break when he slid out of me where I climbed up and pulled his dads.