Baskar fucking step sister Kavita

I (Baskar) am now 21 years old and happily married. My wife (Kavita) is pregnant with our first child and things couldn’t be happier… It was not that way 5 years ago when I met her for the first time…

Life had taken a downward trend for me, with my father who I deeply loved and respected dying due to sudden cancer and mom, who was thoroughly dependent on him – was heartbroken. I was 12 at the time and still remember being called back from school to find my parents crying and over a period of six months watched my father deteriorate and then finally pass way.

My mother was devastated and her dependence on father turned to me. I provided all the support to pull through life. I loved being the rock around which the household leaned on, that all changed one day when mom attended a wedding and found an attractive man a widower himself with a daughter.

Their casual acquaintances turned into regular phone calls and roughly a year later, mom married that man. He was a manager in a local bank and had a beautiful daughter. My mom and myself are also very good looking. We all moved into a house which had a large master bedroom in the ground floor and two small bedrooms upstairs.

The girl’s name was Kavita and she was quiet. It was obvious that she felt the uprooting the new love of his father has done and we both mutually hated each other. She also got admitted into my own school and now my sense of invasion of privacy was complete.

I hated her at school, at home and even in my thoughts…. One day I saw a couple of boys teasing her at school with another one trying to molest her.. I argued with them and picked up a fight, I got a bloody nose and gave it back good as well. The boys dispersed and I yelled at them warning them not to mess with her.

She was crying I got her up and wiped the tears away saying “don’t worry. I am here”. I did that out of genuine concern and nothing further. She was shocked to see my bloody nose and gave her handkerchief which I used to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. When we got home I explained everything to mom and her husband and went upstairs to my room to study.

I was a topper at school and was very religious about my studies as well. That evening, she walked into my room and said “Excuse me ?” it was the first time she spoke to me even earlier in that day she hadn’t spoken to me. She was still in her school uniform, as she came into the room, I noticed how vulnerable, innocent and beautiful she was.

A few seconds later, I asked her to come in and sit with a smile. My hatred for her disappeared instantly. It dawned on me that I could be the rock that I used to be for my Mom for her. Yet, I didn’t want to climb down so easily and faked a frown saying “I have to study ?”

She said that she was genuinely sorry for not interacting with me and wanted to convey her thanks to me. She held her hand out “Friends ?” I shook it and said “we will be more than friends, we are family”. I consciously avoided calling her out as “sister”, I still wasn’t reconciled to her as a member of the family fully.

After that she would sit next to me in the bus to school, slowly opened up to me disclosing how close she was to her mother and how the marriage came as a shock to her. I realized that her life has been a mirror image of mine. She was just a year younger to me.

She would routinely drop by to my room to ask questions and clear her doubts in various topics. Slow we bonded together. Over the next year, we became best of friends, with Kavi discussing boys with me. I was never that much interested in the girls in my college, I used to tell Kavi that “None of them are as beautiful as you”.

She really brightened on hearing this, saying “Thanks buddy” she came over hugged me gave me a little peck on the cheek and left. One week, my mother and her father left town for a wedding and were out of town for three days. The day after they left Kavi fell sick and had a splitting headache. We were watching TV and she was next to me on the sofa.

She suddenly ran out to the bathroom and I heard sounds of her vomiting. I went there and saw her struggling to throw up. I grabbed her head and held it firmly. That eased her up and she was throwing up all our dinner. I supported her and took her to the sofa. She said “Basu my head is hurting very much”. I got Zandu balm.

Put her head on my lap and was rubbing the balm slowly and firmly for quite some time. I was massaging her head. She was wearing a short top and a spandex legging. She was a very beautiful girl. I noticed how calm and serenely beautiful she was. How rhythmically her breasts were moving with her breathing.

I was smitten by her totally yet was scared of the relationship and the thoughts in my mind. I also dozed off. When I felt her turning her head on my lap I was briefly awoken. She turned with her face towards my body and just continued to snuggle up in sleep. I put my hand on her forehead and back, slowly massaging her and with a smile she dozed off totally. I also slept.

In the morning she woke up to find me smiling at her. She thanked me profusely for the support I gave and hugged me with her breasts crushing into my chest. I held her – kissed her forehead and said time to freshen up. Before she came down after taking her bath, I prepared a hearty breakfast laid it out on the table. She came down saw it and was completely bowled over.

She thanked me kissed me on the cheek. This brought about unbearable feelings in my body. I went upstairs to take a bath. In the bathroom, I took of my clothes and when I opened to put them in the basket, I saw her panty and bra. Uncontrollable urge took over me. I took them, smelled them and kissed them all over.

My penis got rock hard and it took a really cold shower to get it back to normal. Usually, being an early riser, I never got this opportunity. I came down had my breakfast and was working on some problems in math. She also came to with some doubts and also studied for an hour. Before complaining of headache and the routine of me applying Zandu balm on her started.

She dozed off with her head on my lap. I massaged her forehead and cheeks. I also kissed her forehead in between. Once in a while I kissed her cheek. Once when I bent down to kiss her cheek. She turned and instead I kissed her lip ! She awoke, smiled and then closed her eyes and pouted her lips. I summoned all the courage and kissed her on the lips lightly at first and then firmly.

She opened her mouth and graced my lips with her tongue and I also got my tongue out and we were kissing like crazy ! I kissed her eyes, cheeks lips and we both were overcome with attraction. After a while, she got up and ran upstairs. I didn’t know what to do, a while later I went upstairs and found her sitting on her bed and crying.

I went to her room lifted her face up wiped her tears away. Said “I am sorry, what happened has upset you, it will never happen again. Let us be friends”. I turned to leave, she grabbed my hand and said “I love you, Basu”. Got up hugged me and cried uncontrollably. I just said “shhh” repeatedly calmed her. Even then she was not over with it.

I lifted her face, looked at her straight in the eye and said “I love you Kavi, no matter what you are my wife”. She closed her eyes and I kissed her gently but fully on her lips, completely hugged her totally and just held her in my arms for what seemed like eternity. She spent the entire night in my bed, with us sleeping hugging each other totally.

My head was nestled in her bosom with my leg, in between hers and hers in between mine. Not a word was spoken. We spent the entire night this way, reinforcing each other’s love. She was bright and cheerful from next day onwards, so was I with no anxiety about our “step-sibling” relationship. I was very clear in my mind about spending the rest of my life with her.

My mother and her husband came back home. So we both kind of kept our distance. My mom noticed my new found “friendship” and was genuinely happy that we had reconciled. She said “how lovely you both look together, keep it up”! That I was determined to do as well.

We kept our distance for a month. Very careful not to let anyone know about our relationship. One night, I was sleeping in my room, I heard my door opening, kavi came in and sat on my bed. She asked “Do you still love me ?” I said “Wait, I will be back”. I went to our pooja room. My mom keeps “Charadu” which are thick yellow threads.

I got one out an went back to my bedroom asked her to get up and face me. I asked her to close her eyes. I immediately tied it around her neck and declared that from that moment she is my wife. She was shocked and had tears in her eyes. She sobbed uncontrollably and finally took my face in her hands and started kissing me on my lips.

I hugged her and lifted her up and laid her gently on my bed. In the blue night light she was looking incredibly beautiful. She was wearing a short shirt and capri pants, the charadu I had tied was on her breasts. I got down kissed her lips eyes and then all over her face. I slowly moved down to her neck. Her body shuddered in anticipation. I slowly opened the buttons of her shirt.

She was extremely shy, closed her eyes and kept her hands on her chest on the shirt. I slowly lifted them up and opened up the shirt completely, revealing a jet black lace bra, the one that I had kissed in the bathroom long ago. I kissed in the exposed bosom on top of the bra and then kissed below. With her body shuddering to each touch of my lips touching her skin.

I just lifted up the bra up exposing her breasts completely! What a feast, she shyly covered up the breasts with her hands. I slowly lifted the hands up, took my lip closer to her nipples. Her areolas were very large and were dark purple in color with nipples that were stiff and protruding for almost an inch out. There were goose bumps all over her breasts.

I just kissed a nipple and slowly tickled it with my tongue. She brought her hands grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pushed my mouth onto her nipple totally. She said “make me a woman and a wife completely”. I slowly moved down kissed her belly button and slowly started unbuttoning her capri.

She covered her face totally, I pulled her pants and the pink flower panties she had only after pausing and taking in her beauty. I circled her belly button with my kisses and she was writhing uncontrollably, with her thighs clamped tight. It was as if she was trying to shut her pussy.

I got rid of my clothes and slowly lowered myself on with our lips locked, I asked her to open her eyes and see me. I asked her “Do you want to go through with this, this is irreversible?”. She replied, “I am married to you, I never would like to reverse that” with a wicked smile! Both of us were virgins with just a bit of theoretical knowledge.

I placed my rock hard penis in between her pussy lips and slowly rubbed it up and down at the same time pushing it. I have no idea, how I found that out. Millions of evolutionary wisdom kicked in, I guess… I found her pussy to be slippery and that girl was really wet! I slowly started pushing in after some time, she winced pain, she became tense.

I could feel pussy lips clamping shut on my penis. She said “It hurts a lot, Basu”, there were slight tears in her eyes. I got scared. I immediately pulled out, just lied next to her and reassured her that we will do it when we are ready… “I will never let you cry, it is a promise” I said to her. She immediately brightened took me into her arms.

We both slept totally nude completely hugging each other. It was the happiest night of my life. In the morning, she got up kissed me on the lips and asked me to sleep further and went.
Half an hour later, I saw her and was surprised. She had taken a bath, wearing a half saree, it appeared that she had done some praying as well. She entered my room with a cup of coffee for me.

I was shocked and then it dawned on me that she was my WIFE ! I was extremely thrilled. She said “get ready we have to go to school” and left. When I went down, Kavi was already in school uniform and was helping my Mom. My mom was unusually cheerful around Kavi and was beaming informing that kavi called her as “Mom” for the first time !

Kavi turned and winked at me, indicating the real reason. It is very common in our Brahmin families for the daughter in law to call mother in law as MOM. After we came back from school, we both got busy with our studies, had dinner with kavi switching role to a dutiful one of serving everyone and then eating. Even her father was amused and happy at that.

That night kavi came into my room when everyone had gone to sleep. We both used to fool around a lot, go to sleep in one of our bedrooms. I was very careful not to initiate full penetration into her pussy, I wanted her to be totally comfortable and fearless. This went on for almost a year. Call it motherly instinct, my mom noticed a change in our behavior towards each other.

From almost totally cold interaction to this open interaction. One day varalakshmi pooja happened, where in the married lady head of the household performs the puja for goddess Lakshmi. Her husband ties the yellow thread around her neck. For unmarried girls, it is tied around their wrist by some other elderly woman.

My mom did that and her husband tied the sutra around her neck. My mom, called kavi and asked her to show her hand. Kavi hesitated and told my mom that she would tie it later. My mom was unhappy but left it at that. Soon I came down, kavi was waiting for me in the pooja room and I tied it secretly around her neck.

That day, during my mom noticed the yellow thread around kavi’s neck and asked her who tied it. Kavi gave a non-convincing reply and when my persisted further started crying. At that point, I got up and told everyone that “I tied it for my WIFE”. Needless to say, there was shock on my mom and her father’s faces. They were eerily quiet for a few mins.

Then her father said, “this is crazy how can this be possible ?”. I told him “Why now, she is unrelated to me genetically. It is your second marriage that is forcing us to separate. I love her much and she is my life partner, she also loves me”. My mom asked kavi, as to whether she agreed.

Kavi cried a lot and when my mom comforted her she said “Please don’t separate us, I love him deeply and we want to be together for the rest of our lives”. My mom got over the shock and said “OK, you are both children even now, let us wait till you are legally eligible to marry. Even if at that point you are truly in love with each other go ahead. I will be lucky to get a daughter in law like Kavi”.

We were both overjoyed and were crying with happiness and thanked my mom. I got admitted into IIT Madras and was scheduled to leave in a week to join there. Kavi was unhappy about the separation but was happy for me otherwise. That night, Kavi came into my room. She was in her school uniform. She was quiet for a moment and said “will your forget me ?”

I lifted her face up and started kissing her, whispered into her “not a chance, even if you wish to separate, I will not let that happen”. She squealed with joy and hugged me totally. I laid her out gently on my bed. Just pulled her skirt up and removed her panties. I also removed my shorts and told her “Be my wife and mother to my children”.

I positioned my penis in the entrance to her pussy, looked her straight in the eye and in one thrust inserted it all in. She winced in pain momentarily, bit her lip but then indescribable feelings took over both of us. She closed her eyes and was moaning softly. I felt like that some velvet cover was wrapping my penis. I slowly, and rhythmically moved it in and out.

Her body convulsed, I momentarily stopped. Kavi begged me to continue. I increased rhythm and finally gave into the peeing sensation and ejaculated inside her. We both panted for our breath and went to sleep totally relaxed, with our marriage consummated. I went to study, in the final year came home for my birthday (21st) and kavi and myself got married in a simple ceremomy.

After that I got a good job and moved to Delhi, kavi joined me and now six months into our marriage she is pregnant with our baby. I couldn’t be happier. She is still shy and covers her face, when I fuck her.

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