Carter’s words were recalled. “Hey, uh, if you don’t mind, can I do these dishes?”“My dishes?” he asked, as if I was referring to someone...else.“Right. Yours.”“Well you go on right a head, girl. Mmm, so sweet of you,” He said, taking a seat at the small kitchen table. “How much you charge?”“Huh? No, nothing, no charge. I just saw they look a little dirty,” that was a big understatement.“No charge? I gotta repay you.”“No you don’t. It’s fine, really. I’m just helping out, being. In the beginning what she lacked in talent she made up for with enthusiasm. Now she truly loved to suck me off. And I loved feeling the hot wetness of her lips and tongue. A bead of pre-cum welled up in anticipation and she licked her lips. Leaning forward she flattened her tongue on my to lap it up and I let loose the groan I had been holding. Couldn’t help it as she grabbed me with one soft little hand to hold my bobbing dick still. Slowly, she put her mouth on me and started to suck me. Make love to me bhaiya, now” I held his cock and rubbed his hairy balls.“Ohhh God, Didi, take me to his dead body. I want to see his dead face and fuck you right in the same room where he is lying. I want to fuck my didi in the same bed where her took my sister’s cherry…..ohhhh bhagwan….didi I want to fuck you,” his voice was rising with growing excitement. I looked down, watching his marvelously large Cock, my Bhaiya’s Lund, caressing it.I nodded my head. After all my brother was entitled to. You come to a sudden stop at the bottom of a little hill. You look up. But only for a moment. In a moment he falls on top of you. You can feel his body. Pressing down on yours. You feel the warmth of his lips as they fall into your neck. His chest. Pressing down your swelling breasts. His heavy chest slides slowly across your breasts. Stretching your hard nipples. The steel buttons. The hard tight seams. They scrape against your side and then roll slowly across your stomach. In a moment he has.