Chapter: 8: They are called Incest.
She has closed her door. He opens the door. And in the dim light of the room, what he sees turned his head.
His elder sister was sitting on the bed full of rose petals in a deep red Benarasi sari, a traditional sari for the brides, wearing her jewelries like a bride.
Her face is covered in the veil; she is sitting at the centre of the bed, with two elbows close to her breasts holding them. Her hands were full of bangles and she was wearing a garland of Night- Jasmine with another in her hand.
He smelt the aroma of the garland and the perfume. She had planned this, a marriage! And how quick did she do it!
He came close to her, lifted her veil and saw her stunning beauty. She did the make up for a bride on her wedding night, the big, round, golden nose-ring glittering in dark.
He lifted her chin and kissed her wet on her lips. She whispered, "Take me to the Worship Room first. I want to make you my husband. That will be my first proof of obedience to you." He took her in arms and carefully took her to the next room, their Worshipping room.
There was a decorated room as big as the other rooms for the gods and the goddesses. The incense was burning, the lamp was burning, and there was a plate of sindoor, the most important thing of and for a Bengali marriage. He stood before his sister.
She gave the garland to him and they exchanged the garland, the first step of marriage. Then the caught each other's hand and walked round the holy fire of the lamp seven times.
She stood before him, taking the plate of red sindoor in her hands. He took some sindoor on his finger and made a mark of that on the temple of her forehead, they call sinthi.
She then embraced him, kissed each other and sat before the gods begging their blessings. At last, she touched Joy's feet. He is her husband now.
They began to kiss each other passionately. She whispered, "Take me to my room, please." But he had hardly the time to lift her and take her to anywhere else. He was sitting on the floor of the room, on a cushion before her.
He embraced her removing the sari from her breasts, fondling them under her blouse. He unhooked her blouse and taking one breast in his hand, he began to suck the other nipple. She began to moan.
"No, please, come to our marriage bed. Husband-wife must do it in their nuptial bed first." She whispered.
But he did not pay attention to her. He opened her blouse and began caressing her breast, sucking her erect nipple in such a way that, she lost her breath. She was panting.
He asked her to stand up and straddle him. She stood up, tugging her sari up to her knee and straddling her brother, now husband.
He received her, wrapping his hand around her slander waist, where she wore the bridal sari deep under her naval. He kissed on her naval and she held his hair clutching as she came closer to her husband.
She was holding her sari up to her thighs, showing her hairy legs and calling her husband for more attention to her wealth she was hiding under.
He tugged her sari upper to her crotch and put his head under her sari. She moaned as he entered and let her sari fall keeping her brother-cum-husband under her sari, between her legs.
He wasted no time to ravish what he loved most. She was wet, she was dripping wet and the salty, sticky cum was running through her oh-so-hairy thighs! She was a real slut.
His tongue made his way between her pussy lips, and she moaned deep.
He was between her legs, sucking, licking and turning her mad. He gave a long lick from down her crack, and said, "You love it don't you, you fucking slut?"
"I do, I do. I want to be a whore, and that's why I married none other than you, darling brother," said Keya, with a slight whimper in her voice. "Please treat me like what I am."
Joy put the palms of his hands on his sister's thighs and pushed his tongue back into her sweet tasting twat. As he ate at his elder sister's slick center, he began to dig his fingers into her soft supple thighs. Joy heard her whimper in pain and also in excitement as he could tell she was enjoying his rough treatment as well as his ministrations with his tongue. The deeply aroused brother lifted his left hand and brought it down on Keya's thigh. THWACK!
Joy felt his sister, now newly married wife shudder and cry out, and then moan softly. Again his hand came up -- this time his right -- and down it came hard on her other thigh. THWACK!! Joy listened as his sister would cry out in pain and then moan with pain induced pleasure. Each time he hit her soft sensitive inner thigh her moans became more and more intense. Keya was now grinding her ass on the kitchen table. "Oh please, Joy. It hurts so nice. I like to be hurt Joy." Keya began to moan even louder as her brother began to suck hard at her swollen clit. Joy pulled his mouth away for a moment and brought his hand up and then down between her legs, slapping her pussy hard. The sound rung in their marriage place, but not as loud as the scream; followed by the sighing gasps of his sister as she thrust her cunt up at him.
Joy immediately jammed two fingers into his sister and began to fuck them in and out forcefully, while with his other hand he pressed and rubbed her clit.
Joy felt his sister push against his hands as he fucked her beautiful box with his fingers. "GOD JOY, GOD!! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME COME!!" screamed the bride as her husband manipulated her cunt. "That's it, Keya, cum for me, my WIFE, come for me ...!" Joy said, using the name for his sister. It somehow made it dirtier to use that name and it appeared to have an effect on Keya as well, as she began to thrash and buck her hips up hard at his hands. "OH YES, JOY YES! MAKE ME CUM ... HARD!!! AH AH ... YEAH!!"
