Return to Rejoice

The room they were sleeping turned sultry. Santha woke up from her sleep. There was light, diffused by the night lamp. It means then there is no problem with the power. What happened then to the fan that was running? She lifted her eyes. On the edge of the cot was standing a figure, trying to make a noose. With a long face covered with unshaved beard and mustache it was... BALA!

Alarmed, she jumped up and pulled away the boy. And with him she swayed and stumbled, luckily, on the bed.

Bala, her son, didn't want to come to the wedding in the first place, but it was she who compelled him. She thought that it was not wise to leave him alone in an empty house. But bringing him here had led him to this!

Her husband was in another room, of the same lodge, playing cards with his old friends who had turned up for the wedding. To let him know this, she had to go out of her room, leaving her son alone. And that cannot be done. She wept.

The boy too wept on his downfall. How could he tell his failure story out; and that too to his own mother? His agony multiplied as his brain was stormed by the memory of those days.

*

Bala was then doing his final year in college. He was around the age of 20 to 21 years. Like all the young normal boys, he too had the habit of reading sex books and releasing the tension by masturbating.

And, one day, when he was at home on leave, his younger sister Suma spotted a sex book he had hidden under his mattress. Bala was out of home at that time. She climbed up into his room to clean it. It was at upstairs. As she was making the bed, she noticed it sticking out from under the mattress. She pulled it off. It was a cheap book printed with a photo of a naked woman on its cover. The story inside was too hot to read. As she turned the pages, she felt horny.

And Bala, who went out, noticed, only when he reached the market, that his pockets were empty. On the way back he met his mother. She didn't carry any money as she was going to a bajan in the temple. She wouldn't be home for lunch, she added, and he'd have his sister to serve his lunch.

He returned home only to find his younger sister Suma on his bed and reading the sex book he had kept hidden under the mattress. As the book she held was hiding her face, she was not aware of her brother's return. He thought of climb down the stairs, at once, to avoid embarrassment. But by that time Suma ran her hand over her skirt on to her vulva. And that act riveted him to where he was standing. Only then he recalled the story in that book she was reading. It was a fiction of sex between a brother and sister. A runaway brother returns home after a longtime and involves in sex with his own sister, unknowingly. And when they come to know, it was too late. Unable to forget their too good sexperience, they cling to their fucking.

Bala pondered that why he shouldn't fuck his sister Suma as it comes in the story. He tiptoed down to the front door, locked it and climbed back. He looked around before entering his room. He noticed some strangers, digging a bore well in a neighbor house. Ignoring them, he stepped in. His sister didn't sense his presence even that time. He cleared his throat. Startled, she jumped up and hid the sex-book behind her back.

- What's it that you're hiding?

- Nothing.

- Show me then.

- No, it's nothing.

- I'd come and snatch it then.

- No. Don't come near. I'll shout.

- Shout. Even mom's not at home.

He approached her. She jumped down from the cot and tried to dodge out. But he stepped back in time and bolted the door within.

- What are you going to do?

- Whatever I want.

- You cannot. I'm your sister.

- I don't care.

He advanced. She backed up, but bumped against the wall. Standing so close in front, he tried to snatch the book she held behind her back. But she tightened her grip. In the struggle her breasts pressed against his chest. It was a sweet sensation. And through the struggle, he pressed his crotch against hers. As she sensed his hardness across the barrier of their clothes, she ceased in her movements. He bent his head and kissed her mouth. Her body stiffened. The book she held slipped down. He didn't bother to collect it. She pushed him apart, ran and fell on the bed face down.

He was confused for a moment thinking that she was weeping, but the rise and fall of her back implied otherwise. He crawled on the bed and lay by her; pushed aside her hairs and kissed her neck. She shivered.

- Did you read the story in that book?

- Mmmm.

- May I do as the brother in the story does?

- Mmmm.

She tilted up her torso. She kept her eyes closed. She crushed his lips against hers. She held him by his hairs. He moved his hands on and held her breasts. She pushed her chest up. He pressed her breasts over her blouse. She brought her hands on his, but just kept them there undecided. He opened her blouse. She arched her back to aid him unhook her bra too. Her lovely little firm breasts with its pointed little nipples stared at him. He took them in his big hands and felt they were as hard as cricket balls. He pressed them; and she moaned under his touch. Also she pulled him on top urging him to the ultimate task.

He didn't want to test her patience. He pulled down her skirt to find her without a panty. While at home, usually, she doesn't wear one. Her cunt was a little triangular mound covered with a thin moss of silky soft hairs. It was so small that it could be covered by his palm. She opened her thighs shamelessly to have his cock there. But he had his trousers still. He pulled his cloths off in haste and covered her with his bare body.

Her cunt was already oozing with excitement. He placed the thick knob of his stiff cock at the pale red slit of her pussy façade. Even at as much touch, she groaned. Holding her firm small breasts, he pressed his knob against her slit. It didn't sink. He pressed it again. No. He tried his strength again and again several times. No yielding.

He looked this way and that way. He found a hair oil bottle at the side table. He stretched his hand and got it. He poured some oil on his left palm. Wetting his right forefinger with the oil he dipped it into her slit. It slipped. He did likewise three four times and lubricated her hole that was already wet with her juices. He wanted to be double sure this time. So he tried to widen her hole adding one more finger. He found her hole too tight to accommodate them. If he can't make her take two of his fingers, he is not going to get into her with his thick veined shaft. He tried hard and succeeded in getting in his middle finger too. He didn't stop at that, but fucked her with his fingers. She moaned. She felt as if she was in heaven. His fingers were as good as a cock. Poor girl! For a girl who never had a real cock, tight moving fingers is a boon indeed.

Satisfied with his test run, Bala smeared the balance oil on his shaft and wiped his hand on his hairs. Placing once again his oiled knob at her double lubricated hole, he pressed. It didn't get in but slipped out. He tried again and again, but it slipped out up, down and all sides. Frustrated, he looked at her face; but she was lying there with her eyes closed, awaiting the golden moment. Though it was first time to him too, looking her in trance, he resolved to go to any extend. He loaded her calves on his arms and leaned forward. Her buttocks upturned and so did her cunt opening wide. He raised his hips and pointed his steel right above her slot. Then he stabbed down with all his strength. She let out a shriek as if she was being murdered. His cock didn't miss the target this time and his knob and an inch more were already in. She wailed aloud and writhed to get out of his lock.

Luckily her cries were drowned by the noise of the bore well machine drilling at the neighbor house.

- Ah hoy, we'd broken through the rock. No problem hereafter.

The rigger shouted. The supervisor, who was standing apart, heard him and moved in with a big grin.

Bala bored down his sister's vagina, inch by inch, until his pubic hairs meshed with her moss and his balls hit against her buttocks. She was pleading him to let her go, but he was heady with his triumph to heed her plea. He pulled out his lance and stabbed in. She whimpered and trembled. He didn't give up. He fucked her hard, but as he had become tired in breaking her seal and overexcited by doing so, he couldn't hold for long. He shot his load in stream after stream and collapsed on her. Filling her womb with her brother's seeds, she pulled herself from under him and limped out of his room.

Bala was not able to spot his sister for the next three days. But he wanted to see her desperately. On the fourth day, after her deflowering, she came up to his door.

- Would you come down for your lunch or you want it here? Mom is out on her temple visit.

He didn't answer. He was angry about her disappearance. He looked away. She entered the room, sat on his bed beside him and lifted his chin. He swatted her hand away.

- What? The prince is angry with, eh?

- What then? With you hiding away, I was shrinking in as if I've acted immoral.

- Immoral indeed, molesting ones own sister.

- Willing not the said sister to open up, no brother here wouldn't have poked in.

- Alright, I only want that noble brother to see whether the hole he made has healed after three days rest.

She hiked her skirt and placed one of her legs on his thigh. Her little cunt there was smiling wet. He pulled her onto his lap, buried his face between her breasts and wept. She was confused. She never thought her big brother would be so emotional. She ran her fingers through his hairs and kissed his temple. They remained so awhile.

- Show me now your thing.

- What thing?

- Your pussy, you life taking devil.

She laughed; and slipped down from his lap. She made herself naked and helped him get rid of his clothes. She was fascinated by his big cock: so long and so hard. She ran his fingers around it.

- I never thought a boy would get this big.

- You don't like it then?

- I don't know yet. I've to try it now and find out.

She lay down on her back and invited him. But he knelt between her legs and kissed her cunt. She felt a shiver running all over her body.

- What's it?

- Just a kiss. But it tempts me to lick it nice.

- Oh! Then give that your thing in my mouth.

- What thing?

- Your cock, you sister fucker.

That was a good idea. But he didn't want to go up, because he feared his weight may choke her down when things go out of control. So he lay on his back and pulled her on top to 69.

Her mouth was as small as her cunt hole. With that small mouth she wrapped his cock upright. He grunted; and covered her cunt with his mouth. Both were novices in their act, but their organs are so sensitive to experience those acts for the first time. Hence the pleasure derived out of it was tremendous. With shivering warm bodies they tasted each other; and in no time they discharged into one another's mouths.

Released, she rolled down from above, turned to face him, took him into her hands and kissed him.

- Your tongue itself is fine. I think I don't need that bloody cock.

- Same is true with your mouth. Why labor unnecessarily.

- You taste salty, you know, and smell like slackened lime.

- I can't fix your smell and taste, but I love it.

She kissed him again on his words and that lingered as he locked back. Their hands explored their bodies in the mean time. It didn't take long for his cock to stir. When it started poking at her abdomen, she rolled on her back and pulled him on her top. His cock nudged between her thighs. She put down a hand and guided it to her hole. With a slight pressure he pushed in his tip. They looked into their eyes. She signaled alright. He entered in completely. She kissed him fervently. He started his fucking strokes: hard and lengthy ones. She lifted her hips and danced with him. The young couple, though a blood brother and sister, enjoyed the pleasure welling from their first ever painless cunt-cock mating.

When he raised his stroking speed, she realized he was racing towards the finishing line, but on the very verge of such understanding, her own dam broke. With intense palpitation all around her abdomen and shivering all over her body she threw her head back and let out a wild cry. In that instant he launched his cock deep into her womb and flooded her with his hot lava, stream after stream.

With sweat running down their spent bodies they lay as such, for a long time, with his limp cock held within her tight hole.

- While coming up, today, I was in fear.

- Why?

- What do you know about the pain I had on that day?

- And today?

- Superb! I don't know how to express. It was like floating in the sky. And to you?

- It was like I had entered into the heaven itself.

- Now you say this, but later with some other girl...

- Chi chi, I won't touch any other girl even in my mind.

- Me too. I won't consent to marry anyone, but to you I'll give my body, soul and everything.

He kissed her; pressed and sucked at her breasts. And his cock regained its length and girth. She lifted her legs and encircled his waist with them. And thus they became ready for the second show.

After the first class fucks of that day, Suma became crazy after her brother's cock; and it was she, who made the first move since then to their love making sessions. Rest of his vacation they spent fucking in all sort of positions described in that sex book.

At the end of that blissful vacation, he went away to his college hostel in another town. She too immersed in her studies to face her school final exams.

*

Once his final exams of were over, Bala returned home with full of dreams and plans to lead a lovemaking life with his sister Suma, but to his shock, she had gone out of their home and their home town, married. Heart broken, Bala decided not to see his sister ever again in his life. And he stopped caring for this mundane life; and was roaming unshaved and unkempt.

He was not interested to attend functions like wedding, where lot of happy people would gather. But he had to arrive at this wedding, purely on the insistence of his mother. And the first day was programmed for the engagement and the second day, for wedding. In the first day itself he had the fate to meet his sister and that too with her husband and she having a big belly. On the same day night, to get rid of his painful thoughts that ran around his sister, he resolved to hang himself.

*

His mother, after coming out of her grief, pulled him to her bosom and sighed.

- Why Bala, why this? What made you to take this extreme step?

- I met that devil, whom I intend to meet never in this life.

- Who?

- That who promised me that she'd never leave me. And today, she dare comes in front of me with her husband and the big belly he gave her.

- Don't you love her?

- Not now.

- What's the point, then, in killing yourself?

- 'Cause the memories of her kills me.

- O my poor child! Come to mamma.

Santha enclosed him in her embrace and crushed him against her boobs. He buried his face in her jumbo breasts and wept again. She ran her hands on his back as if soothing him, but slowly moved them down to his bums. Her body warmed up. She then moved one of her hands to his front on his crotch and cupped it. Startled, he stopped his sobs and was keen on his senses, in disbelief. He felt her hand, to his shock, pressing on his crotch. He raised his eyes to spy at her face. She smiled down at him and gave a nice squeeze to his crotch. He gasped, but a warm sensation spread throughout his body and his thing in between his legs stirred. She could sense the change in the bulge in between his legs. He felt ashamed; hence tried to wriggle out, but she held him in her firm grip.

- Relax. Mum will take care.

- Mummy?

- Better to switch to an alternate.

- But mummy...

- Nothing is sin in a life and death situation.

She kissed him squarely on his mouth. And he relaxed, but his cock strained to its full length. She put her hand under his clothes and pulled it out. It was huge with a sticky dew drop at the slit of its shining head. She feasted her eyes on its beauty and ran her hand on it, up and down, smearing its dew drops on her moving palm. He looked up at her face. She bored down into him with her large eyes darkened with liner.

As she played with his cock she unhooked her blouse and bra and freed her boobs to his view. They were heavy and large, as large as two well grown tender coconuts. Her nipples were jutting big, as big as jackfruit nuts. She heaved his face to them and fed an ample flesh to his mouth. Also she took one of his hands and placed it on her other breast. He sucked at her taut nipple and, at the same time, pressed her large breast at hand. She half closed her eyes and enjoyed it, pulling at his cock all the time. He got aroused beyond his limit and pushed his cock up and down against her palm, indicating his desire to fuck her, his own mother.

She pulled off her sari and tossed it away, hiked her petticoat and lay flat on her back. Her cunt surfaced like a bushy mound. Attracted by its prominence he stared at it, but she didn't give him time and pulled him on top of her. His cock head nudged against her wiry pubic hairs. She spread her thighs to accommodate him in between. Stretching a hand she grasped his cock and placed its head at the slippery mouth of her vagina; and then placed both her hands on his bums and pulled him down. His cock plunged her depths stretching her vaginal walls all the way in. She gasped. She never had anything so big, reached her so deep, in her life before. Covering the entire length of her sheath, it had delved into her womb itself. If he cum, she thought, it would get discharged directly at her womb, allowing nothing to go waste. As she thought so, she felt a shiver at her abdomen, taking her up to her peak, even before he started his strokes. She groaned; locked him in her thighs and arms and crushed him in a bone breaking embrace.

- What's it mum? You could've killed me.

- I wanted to and stuff you as such in my cunt, but as a mother I can't. You don't know what you've just done to me. Sheer size of your cock that invaded, stretched my cunt to lift me to the heaven, you know.

- Mum, your language!

- Don't you like it?

- But...you are my mum.

- Fuck the reverence. Your cock is already sunk in your mother's cunt. Fuck the hell out of it. Come on, fuck me.

She loosened the shackles of her limps. He pulled his cock out and slammed in. She groaned. He drove his piston in and out of her slippery sheath. Her cunt was hot like a furnace and wet like a swamp. As his cock was sliding through it he whimpered. She encouraged him to fuck her hard. Pressing her big breasts and grunting, he fucked her ruthlessly. With the heels of her raised legs she drummed at his bums and shouted at him as a jockey would do to his race horse. He sped up his strokes and attacked her as a spirited one. She lifted her buttocks up in the air and fucked him back and collapsed down.

It was too much for her to bear the pleasure. Her tunnel was flooded more with her own fluids. He continued with his speedy short strokes for five more minutes and opened his fire so deep into her womb. He rushed into her with his semen stream after stream. He kept it stored for the past four months exclusively for his sister's cunt, but discharged now into her mother's womb. Santha locked him with her legs and hands and showered kisses all over his face. She never had a fuck like that in her life.

*

Six months back, she happened to witness a cow-bull fuck. On the way back home from temple, she was passing by a cow shed. An adolescent servant boy, inside the shed, was leading a bull to mount on a cow. Santha's legs pulled her to a stop, but she moved a bit forward under the shade of a tree to pretend a respite. The boy brought the young bull behind the cow. The bull sniffed the cunt of the cow and bared its teeth. It sniffed so at it a few times. The cow stood still willingly. A thin stream of mucus could be seen shining out of its cunt. As the bull smelled on, its cock ejected itself out of its sheath. Then the bull mounted the cow and buried its cock deep into the cunt of the cow. The cow bellowed, 'Mmmaaaahhh', but bore up. Discharging its seeds in, the bull dismounted the shaky cow.