Fun In India: Bride Cousin Is Wet For Me!
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Hi everyone, this is my first story on ISS and I am willing to get feedback, please mail me at – [email protected]. I will always reply. ? The story I am about to narrate is not fiction. It happened to me a year ago and it kind of changed my perspective on sex. I am 24 now, but I was 23 when this happened. I work with an IT company in Texas, U.S.A. But in those days, I was visiting Goa for a cousin’s wedding. I had no idea the wedding would change me, as a man. I used to be a very reserved man, I thought love only happened once and being dedicated to a girl who broke my heart many years ago was my only motto in life. I didn’t even want to attend the wedding but my mom made me attend it because apparently my uncle was very fond of me and even I had no idea. My uncle is a very reputed businessman and has been the same since the last decade. So, the destination wedding he had planned for his daughter was perfect except for one thing. I think the resort called Zuri Resorts or something along those lines and it was phenomenal. The ambiance and the staff, everything screamed money. I had last seen my cousin 5 years ago. We weren’t really close before but whatever happened in the next few days, brought us closer in ways nobody could imagine. I greeted my uncle and aunt and set out to meet Dipika, my cousin, also the bride. I couldn’t really recognize her at first. She used to be this shy, conservative sort of girl who wouldn’t wear anything but full-sleeved t-shirts and pajamas too big for her. She used to be this obese little girl with messy hair and huge spectacles that covered most of her face. But now, her body had become something else. The curves that were perfectly sculpted would put a Victoria Secret’s model to shame. She was clad in a sexy light pink lehenga, a sleeveless blouse that exposed her navel perfectly, a dupatta that hid nothing. In other words, she had become a woman, a very desirable woman. But, I, being her brother tried to avoid thoughts that would lead to a mistake I would regret for the rest of my life. So I put on a polite smile and greeted her. When she turned around, that smile ran electric chills all throughout my body, “Danish Bhaiya, Oh my God! I couldn’t recognize you at all,” she commented eyeing my abs that peeked out from my light off-white shirt. “You know I was just about to say that,” I retorted. She fluttered her eyelashes and I swear I melted. “Come on. I have been working on getting this since the past couple of years,” she put back a strand of hair that had crept on her face. “Of course, hard work always pays off,” I smiled at her. She pulled me into a hug and crushed her boobs onto my chest. The hug was tighter than usual and so I had a boner. She didn’t seem to have noticed it because she didn’t move for a good couple of seconds. The rest of the morning went by in a blur. I had all the silly errands to run and by the time dusk fell in, I was tired. Everything was normal, except for the occasional sly smiles the to-be bride threw my way every once in a while. I was confused, but I kind of enjoyed the impromptu attention I was being given. The Sangeet ceremony was to be held and the banquet hall was decorated beautifully. My cousin looked like an angel in her light magenta lehenga. While everyone danced in full force, I wasn’t any different. Some of my cousins were my age and so we danced like no one’s watching. Sometime during the dance, I found slender arms snaking around my waist, I turned to find my beautiful cousin wrapped around me with a smile speaking a million emotions. I was two beers down and I was enjoying the feeling, so I smiled back. Her hands roamed around my body and my boner grew harder. A few seconds later, one of her friends pulled her away and it was almost like I was pulled off a trance, a very beautiful one. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I was lost in the eyes and imagination of an incest I wanted too bad but couldn’t have. A couple of minutes later, I heard a knock. At first, I almost thought it was my imagination but when I heard it again, I was at my feet to open the door. It was like my breath was taken away, my heartbeat quickened. Dipika stood there, with a ghostly smile on her face and dropping eyes, she was drunk. “Hey, hey. Hold up. What are you doing here so late?”, I checked the corridor and there was no one, thankfully. “Oh, come on”, she pushed me back and entered my room, closing the door behind. With hands on her waist, she looked straight at me. “Tell me you don’t want this”, she grazed her fingers along the margin of my lips. I was dumbfounded. “What are you talking about D, you are getting married. You shouldn’t say stuff like that”, I dodged her fingers but damn I was aroused. “Psst. I want you, Danish. I have wanted you all my teenage years when you always had the perfect body and I was the obese, ugly one. I lost weight because I wanted you. I wanted a perfect body only for you to use it. Now that I am getting married, give me this gift. Be mine for this once”, by now her hands were around my neck, her lips inches away from mine. I was rock hard and I hated myself for that but I was, I was attracted to my cousin. I wanted her too. “This stays between us”, I whispered and she nodded. The next thing I know, her lips were crashing on mine, sucking my lips like it meant everything to her. Her hands landed on my boner and I felt her smile. I unhooked her blouse and caressed her breasts from above her bra. She inhaled sharply before unbuttoning my kurta. I unhooked her bra and licked her nipples, kneaded her breasts. She moaned and that was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard. I munched on her nipples like a hungry wolf and she enjoyed it as much. I was about to unhook the clasp of her lehenga when I heard a knock again and before we could hide our private session, her mother, Sharmila Aunty dashed in. The widened eyes had us both in fear and embarrassment. In the erotic delicacy that we had indulged ourselves in, we had forgotten to lock the door. “Oh my God! Dipika. What do you think you are doing?”, Sharmila Aunty gushed with her hands on her mouth. The sexy dream that was going to come true seemed to be breaking. “Maa. It’s not what you think”, Dipika wrapped her dupatta around her naked breasts. “I know exactly what this is. You shameless girl!”, Sharmila Aunty threw a few more choice names at her daughter before she turned to me. “And you Danish. Is this what you do to your sister? Sleep with her the night before she is getting married?” Her eyes glared at me and I was too ashamed to speak. “Don’t tell Baba about this please”, Dipika’s voice was breaking now and I wanted to hold her. I wanted to tell her it was going to be okay. “Why shouldn’t I?”, Aunty retorted. Dipika stayed shut. I wanted to help and I could think of only one way to do that. “I wanted her, Aunty. I called her to my room and asked her if we could do this.” I told Sharmila Aunty and Dipika’s eyes widened. I gave her an assuring stare with the hope that she wouldn’t say anything that would prove otherwise. “Oh, so you wanted to fuck her? And how were you planning on doing that?”, Aunty looked straight at me. “What?”, I couldn’t understand what she was probing. “Show me what you wanted to do with her”, she smiled evilly at us. I was beyond shocked and a tad bit confused but aroused nonetheless. “You want me to have sex with Dipika in front of you?”, I wanted a particular answer because my dick was throbbing. “Yes. DO it”, she said and settled down on one of the couches in the room after locking the door. Dipika looked surprised but she didn’t say anything. I resumed my unhooking the lehenga but this time I did it quickly and pushed Dipika to the bed. She didn’t resist when I pulled her panties down and licked her clit, instead she moaned. She squeezed her boobs and clutched the satin bedspread. I keep on munching on her pussy. With every lick that I pushed her way, she moaned louder. For a moment, I almost forgot I was doing it in front of her mother until I felt someone unzipping my pants. I was shocked to see Sharmila anty, looking at my dick with lustful eyes. The next moment, I felt her hand caressing my tool, rubbing against it. It felt too good to be true. But when she lowered her head and pushed her mouth onto my dick, I moaned loudly. She began the sexiest blowjob I had ever experienced. I kept licking her daughter’s pussy until she squirted. Now, it was my turn, I wanted to fuck both of them. I asked Aunty to lay on the bed and Dipika to continue with aunty’s blowjob. While I fed on Sharmila Aunty’s pussy, Dipika fed on my dick like a pro. “Don’t stop please”, I heard Sharmila Aunty say, so I didn’t. I bit her pussy lips and inserted my tongue as deep as I could. She tasted like a queen. My orgasm had been building up for quite some time, but when I was at the peak, I shot all the load into Dipika’s mouth and she drank it all. Sharmila Aunty was the one to orgasm next but she screamed louder than expected when my tongue was still near her labia. What happened next, blew my mind. Dipika lied on the bed, with Sharmila’s pussy on top of her mouth. She ate her mother’s pussy. I was aroused beyond by now. I inserted my tip into Dipika’s vagina and she screamed, exactly like her mother. A screeching voice, sweet yet arousing the fuck out of me. I thrust a little harder and she responded quicker. She was en route giving away another orgasm to her mother when Sharmila aunty kissed me, her hands grabbing my face hungrily. I kept on pushing my dick harder and deeper into Dipika’s pussy while she screamed and ate her mother’s pussy. When Dipika orgasmed, It was way more juice than I had expected. She flowed like a recently deflowered Virgin. My cock was still hard, and Dipika was done with. So, I moved on to Sharmila Aunty. She was more than happy to have me inside her. She unhooked her bra and pushed my face into her cleavage. I munched on her nipples and the groan that she gave back in reply was mesmerizing. I kept on munching on her milky white titties until it was too much to take. I pushed my dick into her dripping wet vagina, and she held my hair with force. She closed her eyes in sheer pleasure and that was the sexiest groan ever. I kept thrusting my rock hard dick until my orgasm built up, I slowed down and then it happened. We orgasmed together. Her juices mixed with mine and Dipika licking onto them, cleaning us. ~•~ If you like my indiansex story, mail me. 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