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Revelation - Pt. 04

It was, perhaps, my life's first real orgasm. In many fucks by Rajesh, I had, of course, some orgasms, although I had not as many as he did, because Rajesh's cock often slumped after premature discharge, leaving me at the threshold; often my body did not respond at all to his insensitive thrusts which brought him quick relief.

Only my ravaged pussy had any concern in making an orgasm with Rajesh's cock. Now, with Rudra, with my heart-throb brother, my entire body -- I was gifted with a lush body, not fat but luxuriant and healthy, with sensual curves and tones -- had been engaged in producing the thunderous climax.

In the wake of my post-orgasmic bliss, I dragged my body along my brother's, caressing his masculine organization with my soft, sweaty skin. As I maneuvered upon him, my sisterly breasts grazed along his ribcage. My nipples, aroused to their full tapered shape, bathed in his perspiration. My sweat-soaked erect nipples sucked up intense pleasure from my brother's body, grazing along his hairy chest.

Rudra wiggled to the distinct feel of my aroused nipples. His raging manhood pricked the dimple of my navel, which I thrust into him provocatively. Hovering upon Rudra, I grinned wickedly. I attacked his mouth with a feverish, grateful kiss, for bringing me the blissful orgasm.

My brother reciprocated with a devilish smile. He touched all over my back. I shivered as he stroked my wet skin. He left traces of my cum on my skin from his fingers, which had fucked my pussy.

"Baby, you seem to have won a kingdom." I snickered. "What happened to you?"

"Something very bad happened to me," he said. "I touched my sister's pussy."

"You think you have only touched her pussy, you haven't fucked her yet?"

I hit his hairy chest and pinched his nipples. He wiggled at my feminine touch on his equally sensitive nipples. I had the urge to smash his tiny nipples between my pouted lips. Rudra's movement stirred my breasts pleasantly and stirred my latent arousal. With my free hand, I held his cum-soaked hand and drew it between our eyes.

Rudra's three middle fingers were coated with my essence. I could smell myself on his fingers. I asked him how his fingers were coated with my cream until their last knuckles if he had only touched my pussy with them.

"You have fucked your sister with your tall, sexy fingers," I said, lightly kissing them.

The fingers left some trace of my own cum on my lips.

My brother breathed deeply. I was not sure if he was hesitant about my perfume. He was trying to be acquainted with his sister's scent, but I was not sure if he liked it.

"Breathe in deeply, Honey," I urged, pushing the cum-soaked fingers across his nostrils. "Fill up the chambers of your lungs with the air of your sister's pussy. Try to feel it as the scent diffuses in your blood and runs from limb to limb. If you like it, you will like no other scent. If you like it, you will dip your fingers in my honey-pot and sprinkle my perfume on your earlobes as you do now with Bvlgari scents. If you don't like it, you will hate it most. If you hate the female scent, your life will be doomed. You will be condemned to living your life without the touch of a woman. The good thing is that you can learn to like it. Another good thing is that my juices are aromatic. If you start liking it, if the aroma registers in your senses, you will not only love me more, you will love life better. If you don't like it, you will never enjoy sex. But, Honey, you are enjoying sex with me, aren't you? See, how you squirm as my breasts massage your muscles. Don't you see how your cock lurches in search of your sister's nest?"

I wanted to turn Rudra into a sexual demon. I rolled every word out of my tongue distinctly, tantalizing him. My brother was under the charms of my maternal tenderness.

Rudra gazed at my slutty face and listened to me with rapt attention, all the time inhaling deeply. It was obvious that he started liking my scent. I pushed his fingers across his nostrils.

I was thrilled, because at last, my brother was bequeathing his sense of smell with the perfume of my sex. I didn't want to rush with my kinky charms. I knew that my brother was still a virgin, was new to the feminine world. I wanted to make sure that he was ready to explore the hedonistic pleasure in his sister's mental and sexual backyard. I shared my scent with my brother, took each aromatic puff with deep, distinct inhalation, showing my brother how to savor the scent of female sex.

"Do you like it, honey, as much as I do?" I asked protectively, sawing one cum-soaked finger across his nostrils, looking deeply into his eyes.

Rudra gazed at my face. His emerald eyes sparkled. It was exhilarating to see my brother enjoying my feminine countenance in my aroused state. His enjoyment of my beauty affected his entire face; his eyes radiated a halo that hovered about him.

"I'm not sure if I like it," he said. "You know I have brilliant imagination, but practically I'm a novice. I need time. What I like most of all is your being so tender with me. If an angel comes here and shows me God's paradise, I will still prefer the one that is shading me head to toe; that paradise is my sister's soft, feminine body. I crave to be covered and embraced by you like this all the nights that I will live. My sister, please never ever leave me alone or hurt my feel. I have this feel that I need to worship you at sunrise and sunset to live a meaningful life."

Rudra's eyes were moistened. His passion penetrated my heart and choked my voice. Any girl would have been turned into his slave forever had he expressed such love to her. He was more concerned about my love and protection than he was about my sex. The heartfelt expression of his need for me as his life-long woman pervaded my heart and made me feel my worth as a person. This feel was much more sublime than if he had liked my scent firsthand.

Had I been moved the half by Rajesh's or anybody else's love, I would have been a faithful mistress to that guy for life. Rudra was not Rajesh, nor any other person; Rudra was superior in human and mental capacities to any other man or boy I had known. The only problem was that Rudra was my brother and I was his chaperon. This fact brought so many worries to my mortal psyche while it rendered my love for him incredibly heavenly.

I couldn't wait to show him my appreciation of his love and adoration. Like an automated machine, I took one cum-soaked finger of my brother inside my mouth. I was not sure if I had done it for just teaching him to like my scent or to show him my appreciation of his love.

Rudra's finger tasted exotic. I had never had an opportunity to suck a man's finger which had dipped in my pussy. I was enjoying the impromptu kinkiness with all my senses. The taste of his finger coated with my feminine secretion was sweeter than any natural honey. I sucked the digit sexily, using my tongue, and wetting it with my saliva, then slurping, all the time looking into his eyes. It was amazingly indulging to lie naked except for my panties over my brother's athletic body and explore new avenues of my sexuality. My brother released a soft whimper in stimulated bliss at the touch of my sexy tongue and the soft inside of my cheeks against his finger.

"You liked, Baby?" I asked, releasing the finger from my mouth.

"You are incredible, sis," he said.

"Why, bro?" I said, dabbing the well-sucked finger on the softness of my lips. "Is it because I have done your task?"

"What's my task?" he retorted.

"When a girl is kind to cum on your fingers, you must be kind to suck those fingers clean, so that she knows you love her. But the problem with you is that you still don't know whether you like the flavor and taste of your sister's oil. So I demonstrated it for you. I will also suck the love-stick that is poking my sexy underbelly. You don't need to be scared. Your sister will make everything spicy for you."

My statement encouraged my brother.

"I like the smell of your holiness, Sis. It's like banana," he said.

"My holiness!" Rudra broke through stalemate of our foreplay. My heart leaped like a NASA rocket hearing my brother appreciate my scent. I was a neat woman, was always careful with my food. My health was impeccable. My sense of cleanliness was an arduous achievement of my superior instinct. Rudra was right. My pussy and my pussy oil, even my skin, had the flavor of banana. There was still a subtle difference between the scent of my skin and my pussy. My skin had the flavor of jasmine and my pussy had the flavor of a mixer of banana and jasmine. It was rewarding to know that my pussy had the flavor of banana. Rudra was very fond of banana. He ate banana a lot. Event the gum which he chewed to remain fresh had the flavor of banana.

My eyes were filled in tears as it sank in me that my brother had discerned my scent, which was so known to me. The few curtains standing between us barring us from an all-encompassing enjoyment of the taste of our flesh and the flavor of our sex were being blown one after another.

I could no more wait to make Rudra taste the delicacy of my sex. He had still two fingers baptized by my holiness which I decided to make him taste. "My child," I exhorted into his ear. "Try now." I was gentle with his fingers as I put them between his lips.

Rudra chewed on the cum-coated fingers gingerly. "Honey," I implored. "Your liking it will make me a proud sister. Please, Honey."

I kept exhorting him as he savored the banana-taste of my pussy and the jasmine oil of my orgasm. He now actively sucked his fingers. I regretted that they were not my fingers. If they had been mine, my pleasure would have been double.

After sucking my pussy juices from his fingers, my brother penetrated my eyes with his look. He caressed my face with his hands. His right hand combed the locks that fell on my cheek and arranged them neatly on the other side of my ear.
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