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Color of Sister's Panties - Pt. - 4


Dev unhooks her bra. He is slow and gentle, his eyes riveting on the soft tit flesh, being exposed slowly to his hungry eyes. Madhuri knows why he is so slow in revealing them. He is afraid of their beauty. He does not dare to expose the whole of it in one jerk. That's unbecoming of his knightly character.

"You see, sweetheart," she says, "If you could tell the right color, you could touch them now. See, how hungry they are for your touch. Look at Didi's nipples. Already erect and hard. Crying for you, baby bro, for your lips. But you are not allowed now."

Madhuri loves to see his torment which makes her feel even sexier. Her pussy is already moist. She feels the quivering of her clitoris and labia. It would be good to let him touch her breasts. But to play like this is even better. This is the magic of love, prolonging the anticipation.

Dev starts unbuckling her belt. And only now some fear injects into her veins. Dev takes of the belt with the same gentleness and her pants slides down an inch or so, revealing the blue waistband of her panties.

Dev glares at Madhuri.

Madhuri looks fearfully at her brother. He snaps at the button in the front of her pants. He tears the buttonholes. He takes off her pants carefully but angrily. Drawing the holes down and pushing her legs up, one by one, he takes off her pants. Madhuri stands naked, except for her blue panties, her breasts jutting fearfully. She looks at her angry brother.

"I am sorry, Dev," Madhuri says, mortifyingly. "You have won. You were able to tell the right color. You know, sweetheart, you always win. Now take your prize. Claim it. Fuck your sister the way you want. As much as you like."

Dev hugs Madhuri. Madhuri is grateful for being able to thrust her naked breasts into his naked chest. The hair on his chest creates resonance of sharp feel in the delicate nerves in her tit flesh. She smothers them, along with her hypersensitive erect nipples, into his pectorals. There could not be a greater feel than playing her breasts side-to-side and up-and-down on her little brother's mature breast. His erect cock is raging against her belly. Dev holds her pantied ass. She gets on tiptoe and smashes her moist cunt on his balls, making them wet with her juices. "How do you feel it, baby bro, your sister's panties, wet from her late orgasm?" Madhuri asks, huskily, sexily, thrusting her hips onto her brother.

Dev holds Madhuri by her armpits. His palms are spread against soft golden strands on her armpits. He is enjoying their touch, Madhuri knows. "You love it, the touch of my armpit, you sexy man," Madhuri whispers, taking his one earlobe between her lips and kissing its softness lovingly. She touches his ear with her lips and tongue, making him feel the heat of her mouth. She feels his entire body with her entirety. Her pussy aches for a wild fuck. It will be good one, she knows. He is so hot now. She is a healthy woman of Aryan race. She needs a super-glorious fuck by her little brother.

"Take me to bed, you bad boy. Take your bride to the bed and fuck her," Madhuri says.

Dev needs no more encouragement. He gathers Madhuri on his hands. In the vulnerable position, he drowns his face in her cleavage without her permission. He breathes in deeply in her fragrance. "Aha, Didi. Today it is strawberry. Your skin. How soothing your aroma is," Dev says, raising his head, looking into her eyes.

His voice has such a tone of desire. Madhuri's pussy secretes new juices. In this position, he is getting the flavor of her arousal and his face is telling how much he loves it. "You love?" she asks. "You love the scent of your sister's arousal. Confess it, baby. Please."

Dev's face gets surrounded by an angelic halo. He smiles at her. He is not in a teasing mood. "Yes, didi, you know," he says. "I love my didi's arousal. It freshens my breath. I love to fill my lungs with your scent."

Aha, super bastard, super kinky, but super poetic. Dev lives up to her expectation. He drops her on her king-size bed. He leans over her and his fingers go across the waistband of her panties. He peels them gently, exposing her shame, her beautiful cunny. At the ascending point of the slit, her smooth peanut clitoris raises it sensitive head. Dev's eyes are glued to her womanhood, so lovingly that it brings tears in her eyes. What it is so special about it that makes this Adonis boy to look at her most feminine part so adoringly. Madhuri cannot help asking her brother.

"It's love that it generates in my heart," Dev says. "When my heart knows that it's my sister's pussy, that a brother is not supposed to look at it and be thrilled by it. The knowledge that it is all forbidden for me makes it much more thrilling and adoring."

Dev hangs the cum-soaked panties from his fingers as if they are a holy treasure. He raises the laced attire to the level of his face. Madhuri dies in love seeing how her brother worships her most intimate garment that clings to her pussy and protect it. Dev brings the crotch near his nose and inhales deeply, as if it is a holy incense that cures unknown diseases.

Madhuri's heart melts with love. Love flows all over her body and makes its way to her pussy. She needs it, she needs her brother inside her. Dev wipes his face with her panties. He scrapes the fabric all over his face, upon his eyes and lips. He wipes his chest and armpits with her cum-soaking panties. "Elixir of my sister's love," he says, pressing the azure attire onto his heart. "It keeps me healthy and hearty."

"You know, Dev," Madhuri says, with tearful eyes, "Nobody can express such deep love as you do. You are god of love. My God of Love."

Dev takes the wet crotch in his mouth and chews on it, showing her more of what her cum-soaked panties are meant to him. He does not avoid her eyes. She knows that he wants to let her know that he appreciates everything about her, specially the crotch of her worn-wet panties. Her god of love creates her paradise in the very middle of her own bedroom.

"Do you know, Didi," Dev says, "how you look like, lying on your bed naked? Your hair spread around your head. Your legs parted. And with that angelic look in your eyes. You look like a forest flower. A big forest flower."

Dev lies over her and kisses her. Her breasts are resilient against his chest. She maneuvers her cunt against his thigh. He kisses her cheeks, her chin, and hollow of her throat. He kisses her beauty bone. He holds her breasts, one in one hand, and pushes out her erect nipples. He touches them, one by one, with the tip of his tongue. The sharp tip of his hot tongue sends electric shocks to her nervous system. He sucks on her left nipple and squeezes the tit. She wishes she had milk in. If the breast had milk, it will sprinkle out, such recklessly he is squeezing it. Dev tries to swallow her entire right breast.

"You sister-fucking bastard. You sister-fucking bastard."

Madhuri murmurs as she enjoys the feel in her breast as it is smothered by her brother's mouth. Her sensitive nipple touches his soft palate.

Dev slobbers on her belly. He kisses her belly-button as if it is a source of his pleasure. How glorious. He touches the white flesh between hairs on her pubic mound with his oral digit. He laps her inner thighs. One after another. Her pussy emanates copious oil. He puts his mouth in the opening of her pussy and drinks the accumulated juice as if he needs to quench his thirst first of all.

"You sweet bastard," Madhuri murmurs. She holds his hair and keeps her mouth glued to her pussy. Dev's tongue runs along the slit. Madhuri feels the dance of her labia on her brother's tongue. Sweet heaven.

Dev puts his weight on her thighs and raises his head for a look at her pussy. Madhuri's cheeks blush. He is so keen on it, on her pussy, gazing at it mesmerizingly.

"I can look at it the whole day and I will not want to look at anything else," Dev says.

"But you have seen it," Madhuri says.

"No matter how many times," Dev says. "It's always new, always blooming. It is an ever-blooming flower, didi. Just look at your labia. It's like razors edge, like two fine petals of a pink rose. And your clitoris. Neither big, nor small. Just a fine peanut. And see how clear your juice is."

"You like? Your didi's pussy juice?"

"Your juice is the best."

"Then fuck me, right now."

"Wow."

Take me. Claim your legal right."

Madhuri tugs at Dev's cock. Eight inches of solid flesh, healthy and velvety.

"Mommy's naughty boy, hungry for mommy's pussy," she says.

She is no more able to play. She puts the crown at her entrance. Her ass jerks up involuntarily. "Brother, Dear," She says, "Now, now, come to Didi." She holds his ass and pulls him toward her. His hammer keeps cutting through her meaty opening. She is so wet, yet because of its size, the manhood has to cork through her clasping channel of sensitive flesh. She feels the distinct veins along the sturdy organ that exert extra pressure on her nerves. New juices gush out to make the penetration easy for Dev. "See, how mommy suffers to take you inside, baby boy," Madhuri groans.

She is dying in pleasure. It seems her brother's cock is endlessly long. It keeps cutting inside, giving the pleasure of her life, the bulbous head blindly digs through her inner pussy fleshes and brings a gurgle sound to her throat. Nothing on this earth, no amount of teasing or anything else, could be this ecstatic. Her cunt-lips are stretched to their limits around the thick cock. Her so pampered clitty gets sawing friction along the steely front of his plunging manhood. Madhuri is unable to control it; an overwhelming orgasm builds fast inside her system. "Oh, my sweet-sweet fucking brother," Madhuri moans and gurgles.

The feel of his crown against her womb is crystal-distinct. Dev kisses her forehead. He sips on beads of perspiration that assembled along the line of her hair.
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