I wanted my brother to fuck me! As I looked at the pictures in the magazine, and read the story in the magazine my hand slipped into my pajama and fin...ers danced over my clit and plunged into my sopping wet cunt. Now, I knew why sex with Kiran never really satisfied me. I wanted my brother. And, if this magazine meant what I thought, it meant, Manu Bhaiya wanted to fuck me and become a sister fucker, a behnchod as he swore in Hindi. That evening, when Manu Bhaiya got home, I was in the kitchen,. I took this as a message to go harder, so I picked up the pace really fucking her mouth hard and fast. It really was like something from the porn films you see and she would look up and wink every few seconds which was a big turn on. I felt like I was going to cum so I pulled out and told her that I wasn't far away from cumming.Elsa jumped up and grabbed a condom and expertly put in on, squirted some lube on her ass and inserted a vibrator into her pussy. She moved me to the end of the bed in. Thank God for the weather eh! It then hits me – I like the way she talks, I like her voice, the tone, the pitch and she almost sings the words rather than speaks them. It’s such a relief.We get to the café and she offers to get the drinks and because I’m still in shock, I let her. I sit down on some comfy leather seats away from the crowds. She joins me and we make even more polite conversation.“So what shall we do?” she asks.I start to think and come up with some non-sexual sightseeing ideas. She tried to get us to admit to going out and flashing someone or seducing some poor unsuspecting salesclerk, but alas, she said what a disappointing and dull day. During dinner, I told them that I had something different planned for the evening, but would not tell them what it was. They spent half of dinner trying to guess, but no one was even close.After dinner we all pitched in to clean up, which helps make it go very quickly. Then we gathered in the living room with everyone anxiously.