"Look John, it's not gay to fuck the same girl at once, we know we're not gay and that's all that matters right?" That seemed to cheer him up.
John was still in serious mode when he asked me his next question, "Raja, she's your sister, like have you thought it through properly?"
"Yeah, I think so, look John, you're white it's different for you, you're gonna go on to college and then later fucking different women, but me, my parents are probably gonna get me married off when I graduate college or something. The possibility of a threesome or sticking it up an asshole," I noticed John smile. "These things won't be possible with a wife who may not be that adventurous. I guess that's why I hate Neha, she is the type of woman who I would love to be married to, but she's my sister. I suppose she's also like forbidden fruit, and she's also gonna get married off herself soon, so I guess I wanna be one of the guys to stick it to her, her husband is going to enjoy fucking a Shruti Hassan lookalike for the rest of his life, I guess I also want to do so, and ignore the fact that I shouldn't."
John looked at me sympathetically understanding what I was trying to convey before smiling again, "Oh, and the most important rule, if she picks one of us over the other, no hard feelings the uninvited party leaves the room and the invited person spills the details the next morning. Deal?"
"Deal," I replied.
==Part 4 - Threesome==
Neha wasn't home yet when we got in, so we took the frisbee out again and threw it around until we saw her walking up the block towards the house. She was wearing a black tank top (white bra clearly visible beneath it) and tight denim shorts. She had a wide smile on her face as she came closer to the house, waving to me and John before entering through the back door.
John and I RAN up to Neha's room, where we found her waiting in her bra and shorts that she was wearing earlier. She motioned for us to enter her room, and she shut the door behind us. "Hi, John. Hey, little bro. I've gotta take a shower, and if you guys can control yourselves, I'll let you watch... how's that?" she asked with a grin. We were silent, and she walked past us into the bathroom. We followed.
She turned on the water, letting it run for a few seconds before pulling off her bra, jeans and panties. John was almost drooling. I tried to act cool, but it was almost impossible, Neha was just too beautiful. She motioned for one of us to take a sit on the toilet seat, which John did, and I took a seat on the floor. She stepped into the shower, letting the lukewarm water fall down her breasts and stomach, then letting it fall over her hair and face. She made the soaping of her body into a tease, rubbing and caressing her body, her hands taking special care and time on her breasts and pussy. Her hands rubbed over her breasts, squeezing them, pinching the nipples. Every now and then she let out a soft moan, letting us know that she was enjoying it as much as we were. She brought out her special strawberry-scented shampoo, working it into her long hair, and then into the bush of pubic hair, rubbing it hard. Finally, she rinsed, letting all the suds out in the stream of water.
And it ended. She turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and started drying herself off. Once done, she put on her bathrobe and led us into the bedroom.
"So, boys, how was the show?" she asked with a smile wide as a cat's. John and I were speechless, still in awe of the spectacular show put on in the shower. My sister was a beautiful girl. "Cat got your tongue? No problem... but I believe it's your turn now, boys. Off with the clothes, I wanna see what you've got." A bit startled, John and I were frozen for a few seconds, but then quickly removed our clothing, including underwear.
I was hard this time as my cock felt the air, I looked down at John's cock and saw it was hard also, a sense of pride registered as I noticed that I was marginally larger. "Hey, John, Raja's got a head on you... but I could always take you up my ass" she said while laughing a soft, cute laugh. "Okay, little bro... tonight you get what you want. You can touch my pussy, if you want. Do you want to touch my pussy, little bro?" It seemed as though I couldn't move, but I managed a nod. "And John, you can play with my tits while Raja's digging around down there." Neha walked over to her bed, propped up some pillows, then lay down.
"Okay, you guys can begin," and she let out a small giggle. John and I walked very hesitantly over to the bed, John kneeling near the head, over Neha's full breasts, while I kneeled over my sister's honeypot. I reached out a hand and placed it on her bush. It was damp. I slowly ran my fingers through her bush, and onto the small slit at its base.
Neha let out a soft sigh. I looked up and saw John kneading her tits, then, almost fearfully, placing his lips around her hard nipple. She didn't say anything, but put her hand behind John's head, holding it in place at her tit. I refocused my attention to my sister's wet cunt. It seemed to actually be getting wetter now. Following John's lead, I bent my head down and took a tentative taste. Another moan crossed her lips. I let out my tongue, softly pressing it to her slit, finding her clit and resting it there.
Another moan. I retracted my tongue, and went for another pass. Another moan. This time I dug in, pressing my mouth into her now sopping wet cunt, my nose pressed into her bush. Softly, I heard her say, "Enough, Raja... Enough." But I couldn't stop. Her words had no effect, they only invigorated my oral search of her cunt. "Stop it, Raja... It's too much... Stop." Her words fell on deaf ears as I continued eating my sister's pussy. "Oh, God, Raja...Oh, God. Wait... Wait... Oh, GOD!!" I continued my work as I heard my sister announce the coming of her orgasm. I was drowning in her pussy juices, but still I continued on.
