One and half year earlier, we were a good happy family, but now we're a melancholic family looking after one person constantly -- my brother who has left his job since last year. I'm Kamini; I live with my parents and my brother -- Karan. All three of us in my family were working as engineer, except mom who is a professional dancer and trainer. I'm a trained dancer too, but I don't pursue it professionally, I've only danced in cultural fest or any events of some sort. Dad works in a govt. organization, me in a private firm, and Karan bhaiya(elder brother) perhaps now idling his time away in tutoring in coaching institutes. Nobody really knows what he's up to or where he goes.

This was the third time that night when I came out of main entrance of my house to look for my brother who hasn't been back since morning, even his cellular has died. It's way past mid-night then, I was worried for him, and couldn't sleep. Both my parents were equally worried, and only when I lied to them that bhaiya(elder brother) has called me a while back, and he was on his way back to home, they went to sleep. Since last year when I lost my sister-in-law - Jaya, bhaiya has resorted to drinking and started to return home drunk almost every day.

I'd been in a relationship in my first year of college, and it still drains me emotionally whenever I think of it, so I can't imagine what my elder brother has been going through -- she was his wife. My boyfriend was using me for my body, treated me like an object of sexual gratification, but my brother has loved Jaya for the woman she was, they were deeply in love with each other. Everyone praised them as perfect couple in town. They were married for three years till that fateless day when she died in car accident, she was 7 months pregnant. Doctors were unable to save either of them.

Being a 6'2" tall handsome muscular man of 32, and engineer from top institute, he could have any woman swooning over him, but whoever, in the past few months, has suggested him to re-marry or even befriend someone heard nothing but rebuke, I heard him once say, "I loved three women in my life -- my mother, my sister Kamini, and my wife Jaya, and I could have married only one, and that I'd already done."

I loved him best when he said that. If I weren't his sister, I'd given myself to him there, just for that.

Just then, he came back. Seeing only at his walk, and dirty clothes, I can tell he had one too many drink that night. He was so oblivious to everything around him that I had to grab his hand to make him realize there's someone waiting for him. He looked into my eye like he didn't recognize me. His eyes were blood-red, perhaps from sobbing, I had to tell him, "Karan bhaiya, it's me -- Kamini, your sister. I was waiting for you. Let's go inside."

He kissed me at my forehead at this and blabbered something like, "No. You need to bring her back. I want her."

He was asking about his wife, "OK. First let me take you to your room. Then I'm sending her up with dinner."

He has shifted his room to first floor nowadays, so it took me a while to carry him up, and when reached, he just fell on his bed. I took his shoes off, and told him to change clothes and shower.

But he said again, "No. You need to bring her back. I want her."

"You do that, I'm sending her up with dinner, don't worry!"

Later downstairs in kitchen I was panicking over what I had just said, I shouldn't have said like that, "Now what do I do?"

If I tell him the truth now, he could go back out, I cursed myself for sending mom off to sleep. She would have consoled him properly. So, instead I played to and decided to dress up like my sister-in-law.

"Maybe he wants to talk. Or what if he wants to, but he's drunk....no ..no.. he won't" I thought to myself, and went to his previous room to get dressed like her. I pulled out one of her photo on my phone, and then brought out same saree, did make up and tied hair just like she had in that photo.

Later, he was changed into sleeping clothes and looked a bit sober when I entered his room. He eyes were wide open when he saw me in her avatar, and before I could grasp what's happening, he had me pulled me in his lap. Holding me on waist by one hand, and with other hand on my shoulder, he has started kissing me on my neck murmuring "Jaya, Jaya!"

"Bhaiya, I'm not Jaya, let me go!" He came to right senses hearing me thus, and shocked at his own behavior, he started to apologize. At the spur of that moment, I slapped him, and ran off.

I couldn't sleep that night. First I was angry at him, for I got in return for what I did for him, -- I waited for him, brought dinner, especially dressed up for him too. However, when calmed down, I realized any other drunken man would have violated my body in his position. I've seen all my life men ogling at my body wanting to see and feel an extra inch of my milky white skin. I've blue eyes, and full lips, and with 5'6" height, I'm taller than many men, but heck all they see in me is an unmarried woman of 26 with 34D breast and hourglass figure, in my office, men are competing with each other for my attention. So, I absolved bhaiya for his action. He took me as his wife because I was dressed as her, about what he apologized too. After all he's man. He has needs. When my 19-year old ex-boyfriend wanted my 18 year-old teenage body almost every day, bhaiya is a man of 32, in his prime, without a woman for 14-15 months.

I wished I could help my brother to get out of this drowning condition of despair and loneliness. He really needed to have a company of woman, a woman who could understand him, and he could love and get intimate with. I knew many have already tried and rebuked with, 'I love three women -- my mother, my sister, and my wife' but I needed to find a midway for him, after all how long he could live like this.

It was 3 am in the morning, when thinking things through, I finalized devising a plan for him -- there's a woman who understands him. Overwhelmed with emotions for my brother, I went up to his room, I wasn't sure I wanted to see him sleeping but seeing his door ajar, I pushed it aside. He wasn't in his bed. Surprised with that I went tip-toed inside. He was in his bathroom sleeping naked on floor, but what shocked me to core was finding his cock out, he must have slept right after masturbating. But boy, he was endowed! Even in his limp condition his cock was much longer than my ex-boyfriend's 6 inch cock. Only imagining how lengthy bhaiya could be when hard gave me Goosebumps. I ran out again before I may take it in mouth out of curiosity.

Next Morning:

It was 9 and I was ready to go to office when my brother came downstairs running, he was also dressed to go out, mom asked him, "where are you going, Karan?"

"Out, but I can drop her, I'm going that way."

I knew he isn't going anywhere, just wanted to talk. But I didn't want to go anywhere near him for other reason, vivid reflection of his enormous cock from last night isn't out of my mind yet, so I said, "no mom! My cab is on the way."

Mom exasperatedly said, "When he's telling you, he'll drop you, why not go with him?" I looked at him at this, he waved me like he's waiting outside.

Later, in the car, I can't help but wonder, being in close proximity of his, how long it really can be, 9, 10, definitely not more than 11 inches. Is that one of the reason, his married life was such a success? He must have given her all the pleasure she ever dreamt to have. I looked at him, he conjured up courage, to say, "I'm sorry. I thought you were ....It was my fault"

"No, I was dressed up like her. I even slapped you, my fault it was" I retorted. We shared look at this, and remembering how we used to take blame for each other mistakes since childhood, we laughed it off. Things lightened between us then. Soon he pulled at my office; I asked him if he wanted to take me shopping after my dance class at 8. He was shocked, "You are performing again?"

It was a folk dance competition, and I was performing a lavani on behalf of my state - Maharashtra. He never like my dancing hobby, but never superimposed his way on me. Later, I was still practicing when he came in evening; he waved and waited for me. Now that I've seen his cock, every time I see him, I see a man well-endowed to satisfy all womanly need. Desperation to see his cock is heightening instead of subsiding with passing of time.

While shopping, he asked me if I was sure to perform Lavani in front of thousands of people, as it has way too many provocative moves. I tried to laugh it off, "It's folk dance, bhaiya. It has been like that. I can't help it."

I added further showing him dress I intended to buy for that, "If you object on moves, what you think of this?" It was just a red V-shaped tie-front blouse which was completely backless and I was pairing it with a knee-length black prairie skirt.

"I'm not coming to see you dance in these."

"Come on, bhaiya!" he nodded no again, "Well then, I guess, I've to give you a private show then."

Later when we all went to sleep, sight of his cock came back, if his craving is valid after 14-15 months of abstinence, I'm in dry spell for five years now, notwithstanding one time fling that I had with his brother-in-law, Ajit. He was two year junior to me in my college, yet he treated me like nothing but a sex-doll whom he could ravage at will in every degraded way he wanted to, so I parted my ways away from him just after couple of weeks. Recollection of all those escapades made me wet, I couldn't help but wonder if I go to bhaiya's room, what will I see -- 'Would he be slept on floor again, or would he be masturbating? Well the most likely answer was - he might be sleeping sound with doors locked inside.'

It was past-midnight again, so I succumbed to my thoughts, and tip-toed up his room again. His light was off, but I could hear some video playing. When I went inside I could see his reflection in mirror, as he was in light in bathroom and he jerking off there. I shuddered at the sight of what I sought all day long -- 10 inch long and like 3 inch thick cock, a massive tool. I tried to imagine how deep he could reach in my pussy, if he'd be balls deep in me. I got ascertained that night he is no longer a man who could decline offer of getting laid.

Five days went off, but that thought of him deep in me pussy never wandered off my mind. Mom and dad were there when I performed on Lavani at folk dance competition, but Karan bhaiya was nowhere to be seen, I knew he would be in some bar again trying to forget his wife's memory, but missing her body. Later back home, when both our parents went to sleep, he texted me, "you were to give me a personal show, remember?"

That was exactly my plan -- to seduce him with my dance, and later give him all womanly pleasure he would want. I was assured it will help him overcome his emotional loss, and intended to push satisfied version of him back to a full-time job, and marriage perhaps later on, but replied hesitantly to him, "shouldn't you be sleeping now?"

"Come up" was all he replied.

Then I changed back to that dancing dress, and went up to his room. Before I could know anything, he has bolted his door shut inside, and has me turned around against the door, I acted surprised, a bit I was indeed, "Bhaiya, what are you doing?"

Both his hands were grabbing and squeezing my breast from behind, and he was kissing and licking on my neck and back now. "Bhaiya, you can't do this, you are my brother!"

"But you can do everything right? Dress like Jaya, spy on me."

'Did he saw me noticing him jerking off' I thought to myself and knew things are going to be rough now between us when he untied my front-knot, and cupping both my breasts in his hand said, "you are going to punished Kamini for spying on me in my private moments."

"I'm sorry bhaiya" but that fell on deaf ears.

He had made me half-naked by now, and pushing my right arm over his shoulder, he had me turned right-ward so he could suck on my boobs, I couldn't help myself, but pressed his face harder on my boobs, "Oh.. bhaiya.. Keep doing this".

He pushed me on my knees now and unbuckled his trouser. Damn, I was waiting for this moment, his tool at my disposal. We both laughed when it hit me on my chin, his cock was rock hard drilling machine, I didn't waste any second and started to suck this dreamy meat.

"Oh Kamini, Oh Kamini" blurting it out bhaiya pushed his whole cock in me forcefully without wasting any time. He was balls deep in mouth, probabaly till throat. Few strokes later, it was clear - I was not giving him blowjob, he was face-fucking me, rather ruthlessly I would add. He has held my head still with his hand and fucking my face like there's no human attached to that. My mouth was fucked till he came in me unannounced and made me swallow all of that too

"Bhaiya, this tastes delicious." I loved that

"Fear not, you will be getting much more now."

I've had cum in my mouth, but no one ever had cummed this much, he indeed was a hunk, and seeing this hunk man horny for my body, his lust filled eyes, and 10 inch cock ready to penetrate me any time soon made me submit my whole body.

Then he took my skirt and panties off too, and carried me to bed. Slithering up on bed, I spread my legs showing him his new home for cock, I wanted his cock inside me now more than ever, "Bhaiya, push it in me."

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, Kamini you will repent spying on me, whole life."

"Oh yeah, try me!"

At this, he pushed his complete tool in me in one stroke, my sexy body was elixir for him, and he still was sucking on my breast when he was jackhammering inside me. 10 inch cock pistoning your pussy, and your boobs being worshipped can make any chaste woman feel like submitting her body, "Fuck me bhaiya, make me your whore."

Now he has my hands held in his capture above my head, and was pounding between my legs, "You are my whore Kamini, my personal fucking whore."

"Yes, yes I'm your whore." Relentless ramming made me say that.

Later he pulled me to the edge of his bed, and pushing both my legs on one side, he has my pussy lips exposed to him. This time he was holding my face, and smooching my mouth while he pummeled my pussy once again. Later he was marking my pussy his when he fucked me doggy-style, he was asking whole time, "Tell me whose pussy is this, Kamini? Tell me?"

And he kept fucking me furiously even after I acquiesced, "It's your pussy now bhaiya, only yours! Fuck it however you want."

We had standing sex after that. When we were done with each other it was 4:00 am.



Next Day:

It was half past 10 when I woke up. Dad was already gone, mom was about to go to her dance school too. She asked me if I am alright, and to look after ourselves - Karan bhaiya and myself.

"Sure mom!"

I heard footsteps descending down stair just when her car steered off. This time I didn't want to be instigator, so I went back to my bed, and pretended to be asleep. He came on my bed, and started to rub on my pussy, I didn't wore new panties after last one was tore off yesterday, so he started to push again his cock in me. Half way through, "what are you doing, bhaiya. I thought that was one time fling"

"You told me you are my whore." He pushed it completely now.

"You forced me too, and I am not anyone's whore, it creeps me out."

"Oh, yeah? Wait...!" he pushed his cock in and out of me one more time, "how about now?"

A moan escaped my lips, "Ah, this feels so..."

"Good right?"

"No, but, you are not going to give any shit, are you bhaiya?"

Then he gave me another round of penetration saying, "just don't tell me to pull out."

"We are committing incest, bhaiya."

"It's okay, Kamini. Nobody will know" and another stroke was in.

"No, it's not okay; you are such a terrible horrible brother."

He pushed himself between my legs from sideway position after that. Then he pulled one of my legs over his, and started to drill in me with new vigor once again. Whenever I looked away he sped up his poundings, and when I look him in eye, he locked lips with me, and tongue fucked my mouth as well. Few minutes later, he pushed me on my stomach, and wrapping an arm around my neck and pulling my hair with another, he pummeled my pussy from behind for like another 20 minutes, I looked around at him, "Bhaiya, you're treating me as your whore."

"You're one, my personal."

"Get a job bhaiya, you would like it, perhaps you will meet someone. If not, I'm here; you already have made me your whore."

He pulled out after a while and came on my face again, saying "I will think about it."

Seven Days Later Now:

He is still thinking about it, but I am now getting fucked for over 2-3 hours daily. He is still coming home drunk, and after parents went to bed texts me to come up. I told him the other night, "Bhaiya, this is not a thing brother-sister should do -- its incest, and we must end it before we both get entrapped in it."

I was trying to scare him off and to bring his focus back on getting job instead, but he got angry at me and rather fucked me mercilessly that night. First time, we were in bathroom, then on couch, after that on bed, and the last time when I was trying to run away -- on stairs. He had ravaged creamy white body of his sister to a pink strawberry well-fucked body of slut. He didn't even returned my clothes back and made me go naked to my room downstairs.