Indian Gay sex story – My sister taught me Gay sex 1

My sister taught me Gay sex – Part 1

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My sister Sheila just loved to give head. She was only a year in a half older than me, and when I was 18 I saw her doing it for the first time.

I walked in on her; She was blowing her boyfriend right on the living room couch. I stopped and stared for a few seconds; he looked up at me. I left.

I couldn’t get the scene out of my mind. I guess it’s normal to feel a sexual attraction for any female in the vicinity when you’re 18 years old, even your own sister. But the sight of her pretty face moving up and down ecstatically over that hard cock just wouldn’t leave my mind. I think I jerked off 20 times that week just thinking about it.

Sheila had lots of boyfriends, and I suddenly understood her popularity. I wanted to see it again, I had to see it again. I made a habit of always entering the house quietly, hoping I might catch her at it. I often heard soft noises from her bedroom when she was in there with someone; of course, who ever was in there with her would always be out of the house before mom came home.

Then Sheila and I were having a fight one day, like siblings do.

“Well then, I’m going to tell on you Sheila.” I said to her at some point.

“Tell on me about what?” She retorted.

“About how you have a different guy in your bedroom every afternoon!”

“I don’t have a different guy in my bed every afternoon!”

“That’s true, only during the week.” I said spitefully.

“It’s not true! I just have several boyfriends, that’s all. And you’re just jealous because you don’t have a girlfriend.”

She was right.

“And,” she continued, “I saw you peeking on me with Russell last week, you little pervert.”

“What do you expect when you do it in the living room?” I asked her, “And anyway, I didn’t see much.”

“But you would have liked to, wouldn’t you?”

“Sure. I’ve gotta put up with it, I should get something out of it.”

I remember my sister’s wide-eyed stare through her glasses; those glasses always made her eyes look even bigger.

“Really?”

“Really what?”

“You want to watch?”

“Well, yes.”

I had a very close relationship with my sister. Before she had gotten into spending all her time with her boyfriends, we were best buddies. My cock went stiff when she said she would let me.

Imagine; 18 years old and I had my own live sex show at home. Sheila had gorgeous red hair, and wonderful clear pale skin. She was technically still a virgin, but she loved to make out with different guys, and suck their dicks until they came in her mouth.

She sucked off a couple of my classmates, then some college kids. I used to hide in the closet and watch her do it.

God, the sight of Sheila’s face bobbing up and down on all those different rods; it was making me nuts.

Finally, I had to ask her; “Please Sheila, please, do it to me.”

“What? You must be crazy, I’m not going to do my own brother.”

“Come on, Sheila. What’s the difference? You’ve done half the town by now.”

“Don’t exaggerate you little twerp.”

“Come on, Sheila. I’ll do anything, please Sheila?”

She was thinking about it. My heart was pounding in my ears and my cock twitched in anticipation just seeing the she was thinking about it.

“You’ll do anything?”

“Yes, anything.” You really shouldn’t say something like that to your older sister, I suddenly realized.

“You’ve been watching me with guys for a couple of weeks now.” She observed.

“Yes.” I said.

“Okay, I want to watch you once. And then I’ll do it to you.”

“Come on, Sheila! I haven’t even been able to get a girl to go out with me, how am I going to do it while you watch?”

“Not with a girl, silly! With a guy. I want to see you suck some cock.”

I was totally shocked at the suggestion. “Never, not in a million years.”

She didn’t even let me watch for a week. I was going crazy.

Then I came home to find her bedroom door slightly ajar one day; the sounds from inside couldn’t be mistaken for anything else.

I peeked in; there was a boy tied to my sister’s bed. This was new. A dark skinned boy, and he was blindfolded too. I didn’t know him.

“OMG, oh baby!” He was saying, thrashing around in his restraints, “You’re good!”

My sister looked up at me, a shy smile on her face and her hands full of the boy’s dark genitals.

“Really?” She asked, “Do you want me to do it some more?”

“Oh yes, baby! Please, baby, let me have it.”

Not taking her eyes from mine, Sheila took the black cock into her mouth once more. Then she beckoned me forward with a finger. I entered.

“Do you really think I’m good at this?” Sheila asked her lover.

“You’re great baby. Say, is there someone else in here with us?”

“It’s okay. It’s just my little sister. She wants to try it. You don’t mind, do you Himesh?”

“Take this thing off my eyes, sweetheart. I want to see you both.”

“She doesn’t want you to see her, Himesh. She’s shy. Here, Himani, try it. Come on, it’s nice.”

I was afraid, since Himesh was struggling, trying to free his hands.

“Relax, Himesh.” My sister soothed him, stroking his chest and massaging his balls. “My sister watched me do this before, and she wanted to try it.”

Once more, Sheila beckoned me closer. She held the large black penis in one hand and smiled wickedly at me.

“Why don’t you say something, Himani.” Himesh said.

“My sisters too shy to talk, Himesh.” Sheila told him, “Himani,” she said, looking at me, “this is your chance. Come on, give it a try. You might never have another chance like this, Himani. Don’t you remember what I said to you about this? Come on, it’s nice, you’ll like it.”

There was silence for a moment, the three of us waiting to see what I would do. There it was, only three feet away. It was only a protrusion of flesh, just an anonymous dark penis. All I had to do was lower my mouth over it for a minute, and then Sheila would do to me what I had been dreaming of.

“Come on, Himani; you know you want to. It’s the greatest thing, feeling a man’s dick inside your mouth. And Himesh has such a beauty, look how big and hard it is.”

She gave the shaft a squeeze, causing its great mushroomed head to swell enticingly.

“Come along, Himani.” Sheila insisted. the excitement on her face seemed to draw me closer; she reached out her hand, and gently but irresistibly pulled my head down towards the great alien organ; my lips touched its tip, and still her hand insisted on the descent of my head.

“That’s the way, Himani. go on, it won’t bite.” Sheila insisted.

My lips parted, my jaw opened of its own accord; the smooth warm penis slid into my mouth as though it was the natural state of being.

“My sister is sucking your cock, Himesh.” Sheila told her lover, “Is it good?”

“Untie my eyes, Sheila.” Himesh insisted, “Let me see.”

Sheila laughed, “But that’s the point, Himesh! You can’t see her, you don’t know if she’s pretty or ugly. I’m telling you, she’s just shy. Now does she suck cock as well as I do?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. Now that’s enough, untie me now.”

The cock swelled as I sucked gently, it’s texture strangely stimulating. I lifted my head, and felt its ridges passing across my lips. I lowered my head again, allowing its potency once more into my oral cavity. I held it around the base with one hand, and I found my other had gone to his balls. I rolled the loose black skin gently between my thumb and forefinger as I drew my tongue up the length of his fascinating black shaft.

“You like it, don’t you Himani?” Sheila said to me. “You like it, I can tell. Try to get deeper into your mouth, honey. More. What a good girl you are!”

It filled my whole mouth, it was against the back of my throat. I tried to push farther, but I gagged. I licked it around its head, I kissed it and caressed it. I had a hard on; I was amazed.

Amazed at myself. I was enjoying this, this was impossible. Only a girl could enjoy this, and I was definitely not a girl.

I handed him back to my sister, who sucked him and jerked him off expertly until he came in her mouth. I hid upstairs in my room as she untied him, and I saw him scurrying out the back door, in a hurry to get away from this troublesome house. Sheila burst into my room, an excited smile on her face; “You little pervert! You liked it didn’t you?”

“No way! I just did it because you made me.”

“Whatever. Lay back, Bro, and pull your trousers off. You’re going to get it good.”

It was everything I’d hoped for and more. The ecstasy of it, the sensation was just indescribable. My own gorgeous sister doing it to me at last!

She smiled her wicked smile at me, as she ran her tongue up my dick before going down on it again; I exploded, shooting my young spunk into someone for the first time. Sheila just held me in her mouth and grinned at me as stream after stream pumped out of me, and as I marveled at the glory of the feeling.

Naturally, I wanted more; but Sheila wasn’t into it.

“It’s just too perverted, Bro.” She said.

“Come on, Sheila! Please? Pretty please?”

“What are you going to do for me if I agree?” She asked.

“Anything, Sheila. What do you want?”

“I’ll think about it.” She said, showing me that “sly” smile of hers that excited me so.

It filled me with excitement and dread. We said no more about it for a couple of days, but she did let me hide in the closet while she made out with one of her boyfriends for awhile before sucking him off.

“Oh little brother.” Sheila called out to me from her room one afternoon sweetly. “Come in here.”

My cock swelled in my pants as I entered my sister’s room. It was so wonderfully girlish in there. There were dolls and frilly things; everything was in pink colors, it even smelled girlish.

“Take your clothes off” Sheila told me with an excited grin. Feeling considerable excitement of my own, I undressed.

“Sit on the bed.” She told me. I did, my hard cock sticking straight up into the air in anticipation.
Sheila stroked my head and looked into my face, giving my cock an excruciating little tickle.

Then she brought out her makeup kit.

“What are you going to do, Sheila?” I asked her, nervously.

“No one will ever know. I just want to try something. Stay still.” She replied, holding the back of my head in her left hand and an open lipstick in her right.

“Forget it, you must be joking!” I told her.

“What are you afraid of?” She asked me. “Just let me have a little fun, then I’ll take care of your little problem for you.”

I would have never let anyone else do something like this to me. But Sheila could always get away with things that no one else could. In fact, she still can, at least with me.

She spent a long time painting up my face. She applied eye shadow, eyeliner, and blush; she put something on my eyelashes. She played with my hair as well.

“You look gorgeous, Brother. I always wanted a sister! You’ve been really good, lie back.”

I lay back on my sister’s bed, and enjoyed the ecstasy of her mouth. She really enjoyed looking at me while she did it to me until once more, until that wonderful point came of hot release, that astonishing excruciating helpless squirting gasping orgasm. I didn’t look in my own face until we were done. I was amazed; I was a girl. I was grossed out by the sight of myself, but at the same time I can’t deny that I was a little bit excited by it.

She let me stew for a couple of days before inviting me back into her den of delights. This time, naturally, there was more.

She wanted me to dress up. I wore one of her dresses, stockings, and high heels [I had small feet then]. She let me play with her lovely little tits for a minute, then she did the makeup again.

I was looking at myself in her dressing mirror, amazed at how pretty I looked, and she snuck up on me with a camera.

“Give me the film, Sheila!” I demanded.

“Don’t be a spoil sport.” She answered, “Do you want your blow job or not?”

She insisted I let my hair grow, and within a couple of months it was to my shoulders. Sheila would dress me up once or twice a week, and I got regular blowjobs as well as getting to watch her making out with her boyfriends. I wanted to make out with her too, I wanted to hold her and play with her tits and kiss her like they got to do.

“No way.” She told me, “You’re still my brother. And my sister, sometimes!”

To be continued