My cousin-sister, Shruti, is married and she has three beautiful children. I have had a very good relationship with her since childhood. She is four years older than me. She doesn’t have younger brothers or sisters. Maybe that’s why she likes me very much. When we were children, she liked to pet me and take care of me. It was normal for her to pinch my cheeks, hug me, kiss my cheeks and forehead. I also liked to be around her. I used to hug her whenever I felt afraid or lonely. That habit continued even after we grew up. But we became conscious about getting judged by other people, so we stopped hugging when people were around. We only hugged when we were alone to console each other or when we were happy. We liked to share most of the details about our lives. I always asked her for her advice and she gave me the best advice. But we were not very serious types. Both of us had a good sense of humour. I used to frequently crack jokes and prank her. She would smack me on the back of my shoulder or arms when I was naughty with her. She also liked to tease me and prank me. We had a good brother and sister relationship even after we grew up.
I and Shruti Didi (elder sister) look alike. I think we look alike because her dad is my dad’s elder brother and her mom is my mom’s elder sister. By the time she got married when she was 25, she had become a very beautiful woman. I was only 21 years old at that time but I was 5’10” and well built. People used to tell me I looked handsome and Didi had nicknamed me, ‘Handsome.’
I was disappointed when Didi got married. I felt like I lost my best friend. Her parents had just forced her to get married to a man just because he was a highly paid Software Engineer. He looked nerdy and physically weak.
After she got married and went to live with her husband, I thought it was the end of my relationship with Didi. But, after one week, she called me and asked me why I had not called her for one week. She invited me to her new home and told me I had to meet her at least once a week. I was happy.
I started visiting Didi once a week. Her husband Prasad didn’t mind because I washed his car, grocery shopped for Didi and helped her with other chores. Prasad became little friendly with me. He was six years older than me and he liked to advise me. So, after about two months, I visited them more frequently. Most of the time when I visited Didi, Prasad was not at home. So, I and Didi got enough time to talk about everything. We would talk about our lives, our relatives, friends, movies, music etc.
One day after five months, she told me about her problems with Prasad for the first time. She told me her parents want a grandchild but Prasad is always very tired. She said, when he is at home, he just sleeps most of the time. She was worried that he may not have the ability to make her pregnant. I told her to encourage him to exercise every day to make him more active. She told me he was too stubborn to listen to her. Since that day she started to tell me about Prasad every day. One day she told me she suspected that Prasad might be infertile because she had pressured him to have sexual intercourse twice a month but she had still not conceived.
I felt sorry for Didi. She was a very kind and beautiful woman who deserved mental and physical satisfaction. It was sad that she had to pressure her husband to have sex with her twice a month. I used to wish that I should get married to a woman like her. She had a pretty face, beautiful long black hair, big breasts, slim waist, wide hips, big buttocks and long legs. She was usually dressed in a Saree. Her Saree’s pleats were tucked below her navel, exposing her navel, belly and waist. The Saree didn’t do much to conceal the beautiful shape of her buttocks. Just one look at her used to make my cock rock-hard. It was a shame she was married to a useless man.
The more she told me about her problems with Prasad, I became determined to make her happy. I cracked a lot of jokes and made her laugh. Sometimes when she would burst out laughing, I would take her in my arms and we’d laugh together. When she was sad, I would take her in my arms and kiss her cheeks or forehead like she used to kiss me when we were children. Sometimes when she looked sad, I would sneak up behind her and hug her. She used to get scared and burst out laughing.
One day when she was in the kitchen, I hugged her from behind.
“Roshan!?” she said calmly without getting scared.
I laughed. “Did you get used to it, Didi?” I asked.
“Yes. Because I know only you like to hug me. Prasad doesn’t care,” she said.
“I can hold you like this all day. You are so beautiful, Didi” I said.
She laughed and said, “Your future wife is going to be a very lucky woman.”
“I don’t want a wife, Didi. I just want you,” I said and laughed, pressing my hard cock on her bottom and caressing her bare belly.
She laughed and tried to turn around. I relaxed my arms around her, allowing her to turn around.
She looked into my eyes. She smiled shyly and asked, “Really?”
“Really Didi. I love you,” I said.
“I love you too Roshan,” Didi said.
I moved my head closer to her face. She moved her head back a little and looked at my lips. I moved closer and kissed her lips. She didn’t move away. I was happy she was letting me kiss her. I put her lower lip between my lips and sucked her soft lips. I hugged her tightly. Her big, soft breasts pressed on my chest. I could feel her swollen nipples on my chest. I moved my right hand on the side of her bare waist and felt the soft, smooth skin. I parted her lips with my tongue and put my tongue inside her mouth. Her breath was fresh. I licked her tongue and the insides of her mouth. I took her tongue in-between my lips and sucked it. I moved my right hand up on her breasts and gently squeezed her left breast. She pulled her tongue back and moaned. I kissed her chin, cheeks, neck and ear. Then, I looked into her beautiful eyes and pulled her Palu from her shoulder.
She pulled her Pallu back and asked, “Roshan, do you want to finish everything in the kitchen?” She laughed.
I just laughed with her. I didn’t know what to say.
“Come,” she said and smiled.
She held my hand and walked towards the kitchen door. I followed her. She exited the kitchen and went to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, she turned around and looked at me shyly. I took her in my arms and kissed her sweet lips. Then I pulled her Palu down and looked at her breasts. I removed the first two hooks of her blouse. The third hook was stuck so she said, “I’ll remove it.”
I moved my hands down and held her waist. I watched her remove her blouse and bra. I couldn’t believe how perfect her breasts looked. They were big, full at the bottom and sides. Her nipples pointed forwards and slightly down. Instinctively, I bent down and sucked the nipple of her left breast. She stroked my hair gently. Few minutes later I let go of her breast and moved to her right breast and sucked the nipple. I didn’t want to let go of her breasts but my cock had become too hard. I let her nipple pop out of my mouth and stood straight. I looked into her beautiful eyes. She smiled shyly and lifted her eyebrows.
“I love you, Didi,” I said.
“I know, Roshan,” she said and turned around. She started walking towards the bed.
She stood next to the bed, and lifted her Saree and petticoat. She pulled her panties down and stripped it from her legs. She got on top of the bed and sat down. She looked at me and made a serious expression. “Hurry up Roshan!” she said, loudly.
I quickly removed my clothes and rushed to the bed. Didi was lying down on her back, with her Saree lifted above her hip and her legs spread apart.
I got on top of the bed and positioned myself on top of her. I tried to point my hard cock at the opening of her pussy. I missed it few times, so Didi stretched her hand between us and caught my cock. She pointed the tip between her pussy lips and said, “hmm…”.
I pushed my cock and it glided inside her moist, vaginal canal. I pushed my cock fully inside her and lay down on her. I felt like I had found my destination. I could feel her heart beating and her heavy breathing. I looked at her. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she liked it. I placed my elbows on the bed and lifted my upper body. I moved my hip back, pulling my cock outward and thrust it back inside her. I repeated the movement again and again slowly. I had not experienced anything so good. Her vaginal muscles wrapped tightly around my hard cock. It had a comforting effect on my cock. Her moans of pleasure were encouraging. I increased the speed and fucked her harder. The pleasure became intense. My balls felt heavy and my cock jerked inside her. I shot my cum inside Didi’s lovely pussy hole. It felt so good I didn’t want to stop fucking her but my cock was giving up on me. I lay down on her, ejaculating in her pussy.
She stroked my hair and asked, “Did you like it, Roshan?”
I lifted my head and said, “It was very good Didi. Best experience of my life.”
She laughed. “I also liked it, Roshan. I think I will be pregnant soon,” she said.
“That’s good Didi,” I said and smiled.
“You are going to be a dad soon,” she said and laughed.
I laughed with her. My cock popped out of her pussy. I rolled over and laid down next to her.
“Prasad has taken leave for one week. He is going to Thailand with his friends. He will be leaving in the afternoon,” she said.
I was immediately excited. “Wow Didi. We can spend more time together,” I said.
“Yes. I’ll call your parents and request them to let you stay with me for my safety,” she said.
“Thank you so much, Didi,” I said.
“My parents want a Grandchild. You have to try hard,” she said and gave me a naughty smile.
“Okay Didi, I’ll try my best,” I said, confident of making her pregnant.
That day, I left Didi’s home before Prasad returned from work. When I reached home, my mom told me Didi had called. They told me Didi’s husband was going to Thailand for a week. They told me to stay with Didi for one week for her safety. I agreed.
Next day I went to Didi’s home in the evening at about 6pm. Prasad had already left at 3pm. I rang the doorbell. She opened the door and smiled. She was happy to see me. She looked very beautiful and fresh as usual. She was dressed in a Saree. I entered the house and she closed the door. I took her in my arms and kissed her. I moved my hands all over her body feeling her curvy body, smooth skin and soft flesh. It felt so good that I didn’t want to let go of her. But she stopped kissing and said, “Roshan, come inside and relax first.”
“Sorry Didi, I couldn’t control myself,” I said.
She laughed. “You don’t have to control yourself, Roshan. Come, let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Ok Didi,” I said and followed her, admiring her beautiful, wide plump bottom.
“I took bath just one hour ago and got dressed in this Saree. Let’s try to do it without spoiling the Saree. Okay Roshan?” Didi asked.
“Ok Didi,” I said.
Didi lifted her Saree and Petticoat. She removed her Panties. She held her Saree and Petticoat above her bottom and got on top of the bed. She knelt down on the edge of the bed exposing her beautiful big buttocks, sweet pussy and plump thighs. I quickly removed my pants. I kissed her ass cheeks, anus, pussy and legs before penetrating her juicy pussy with my cock. I fucked her and ejaculated inside her pussy.
After we finished having sex, we sat in the living room and ate snacks and Tea. At about 7:30pm, we decided to watch a movie. We sat on the sofa in the living room and watched a romantic movie. While we watched the movie, we kissed and cuddled together. I kneaded and sucked her breasts. I fingered her vagina and anus. I licked my fingers and tasted her pussy juice. She wanted to know if I liked it. I told her I liked it and pointed my finger closer to her mouth. She opened her mouth and took my wet fingers inside her mouth. She sucked my finger, tasting her pussy juice.
“Do you like it Didi?” I asked.
She laughed and nodded. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked it few times. Then, she bent down and started sucking my cock. By the time the movie was over I fucked her again on the sofa.
We had dinner at 9:30pm. After dinner, we changed our clothes before going to bed. I was wearing only shorts. Didi was wearing a knee length, pink, see-through nightgown. She looked very sexy but I was too tired to make love to her again. We laid down on the same bed at about 10:45pm. Didi turned the lights off and turned on the bed lamp on her side of the bed. She started reading a novel. I put my arms around her belly and went to sleep. I woke up suddenly fearing it might just be a dream. I looked at Didi who was sleeping next to me and realized it was real. I was happy. She looked so sexy. I lifted her nightgown and tried to spread her legs. Didi woke up. She smiled and asked, “Want to do it again?”
“Sorry Didi,” I said feeling guilty for waking her up.
“It’s okay, Roshan,” Didi said and spread her legs apart.
I knelt down between her legs and sucked her pussy till it became wet. Then, I penetrated her pussy with my cock. I fucked her and ejaculated inside her. After I finished, I rolled over on my back and went to sleep.
The next day, we had a shower together. I fucked her in the shower. We had sexual intercourse at least five times that day.
On the third day, I gave oil massage to Didi. During the massage I oiled the inside of her anus with my fingers. I penetrated her anus with my cock and ejaculated inside her anus. After the massage and anal intercourse, Didi had a shower and got dressed in a Saree. She looked beautiful, fresh and ready for sex again.
After we had lunch, I told Didi we should watch Kamasutra on the internet and try different positions. She liked the idea. We enjoyed watching videos of all the positions. Didi already knew Missionary position, Doggy style, 69 position, Cowgirl position and reverse cowgirl position. I had only tried Missionary and Doggy style position with her. So, we decided to try Cowgirl position.
We went to the bedroom. I removed my clothes and laid down on the bed. Didi removed her blouse and bra. She lifted her Saree and knelt down on the bed with her knees on either side of me, straddling me. She took my cock in her juicy pussy and moved her hip forward and backward. I got a chance to knead her breasts and suck them while she rode on me, rubbing her clit on my pelvis. She rode fast like a cowgirl and fucked me hard. She climaxed but I didn’t cum, so she laid down on her back and I fucked her Missionary style. I ejaculated inside her pussy.
On the fourth day, after we had breakfast, we went shopping. Didi showered and got dressed in a nice floral saree. I had a hard-on the entire time we were shopping. After we returned home, I took her in my arms and kissed her. I asked her to lean forward on the dining table. She did it. I lifted her Saree and Petticoat, and removed her panties. I penetrated her pussy with my cock. I fucked her and ejaculated inside her pussy.
After having sex, we washed and changed our clothes. Didi wanted to have a short nap, so I laid down next to her and fell asleep. When I woke up Didi was not there. I got down from the bed and went looking for her. She was in the kitchen, cooking. She had taken a shower and got dressed in a different Saree. I hugged her, kissed and played with her body while she cooked. After she finished cooking, I fucked her again in the living room. That evening before dinner, we watched a romance movie. We had foreplay for some time. She stroked my cock and sucked it before she sat on my lap and took my cock inside her pussy. She fucked me and climaxed. I ejaculated inside her.
Later that night, after we had dinner, we went to bed. In bed we talked about our future plans. Didi told me divorcing Prasad is not an option. She had to stay married to him for her parents’ sake even though Prasad was incapable of making her pregnant. She told me she was very happy she would soon be the mother of my child. We went to sleep that night in each other’s arm but I woke up after a few hours and made love to her. I penetrated her pussy and ejaculated inside her.
On the fifth day, we had a shower together in the morning. I soaped her body and massaged her. She soaped my cock and balls. She washed and sucked my cock. I soaped her vagina, butt crack and asshole. I put soap on my cock and inside her asshole. I fucked her asshole and ejaculated inside her asshole.
Later that afternoon, after we had lunch, we had a short nap. After we woke up, we had Tea and snacks. We watched a romance movie in the evening. Didi sucked my cock. She sat on my lap and took my cock inside her pussy. She fucked me and I ejaculated inside her. That night after we had dinner, we had sex again.
The sixth day was a Thursday. I and Didi had shower together. Didi soaped my cock, washed it and gave me a passionate blow job. I put soap inside her asshole. I fucked her asshole and pussy, and ejaculated inside her pussy.
After having a good shower, Didi got dressed in a good Saree. She looked fresh and beautiful. I told Didi I felt sad because Prasad was returning on Friday afternoon and also because it was going to be our last night together. Didi told me not to worry. She said we will get many opportunities to have intimate time together. But I still felt sad. She tried her best to make me feel better by sucking my cock more frequently that day. I penetrated her as much as I could. I ejaculated four times in her pussy, thrice in her asshole and twice in her mouth. We had very good sex that day but I still couldn’t get over the sadness fully.
It was the final day. I felt very sad. Prasad’s flight arrival time was at 12:30pm. I and Didi had shower together. She soaped my cock, washed it and gave me a blow job. I soaped her body, washed her body, sucked her breasts, sucked and licked her pussy and asshole. I fucked her asshole and pussy and ejaculated in her pussy.
After a good shower, Didi got dressed in a good Saree as usual. She looked beautiful. We had breakfast at 10am. I fucked her one more time after one hour. I felt sad but Didi reminded me that I can visit every day after Prasad went to the office. I left Didi’s home at 12pm.
Next day, Didi called me and said I can visit her on Monday. I missed her a lot in the weekend.
On Monday, I went to her house at 10am. Prasad had gone to the office. Didi was waiting for me to have a shower with me. We had a shower and I fucked her in the shower. That day I fucked her three more times and left before Prasad could come home. That week, I visited Didi every day and had sex with her.
The next week Didi gave me the good news. She had conceived. Our family and Prasad’s family were very happy.
I had sex with Didi while she was pregnant. After she delivered, she became curvier and sexier. I liked sucking her breasts and drinking her milk. She told me Prasad wanted one more child. So, I made her pregnant again.
After she delivered the second child, Didi told me Prasad didn’t want a third child. I told her I wanted one more child with her. So, Didi convinced Prasad that they should have one more child. She pressured him to have sex with her. I had lot of sex with her and she conceived our third child. She named our third child, Roshan.
Our third child is six years old now. Prasad is a very proud dad for our three children. I am married to a beautiful woman who loves me. I have a good relationship with her and with Didi. I visit Didi at least once a week and make love to her.