The Wrong Movie

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The Wrong Movie

Dinesh!” Rachana yelled, gazing in horror at the television. She turned to her brother with fury in her eyes. “You dirty little bastard!” She lunged forward on the couch and started hitting him around the arms. “I can’t believe you rented a porno!”“I— ow! Stop it!” Dinesh did his best to try to block the blows his sister was landing on him with shocking frequency. “Ow! Stop hitting me.”Rachana relented for the moment, lowering her fist and glaring irately at her brother. “You rented a porno you sick pervert!”“I didn’t know,” Dinesh protested, flinching back as his sister raised her clenched fist again.“Yeah right!” She snapped.“I swear – I didn’t know it was porn. Look at the cover.” He pointed at the DVD cover resting on the floor beside the television, his other arm still hovering protectively around his face, ready to deflect any further blows.Rachel continued to glare at him through narrowed eyes. Eventually her suspicion abated and she glanced towards the discarded cover. She stood up and crossed the room to pick it up. She fixed it with the same narrow-eyed gaze she’d used on her brother.

“Sleepless in Seattle,” she read out, then turned to look, now with curious distrust, at Dinesh. “Why did you rent this?”Dinesh shrugged. “I thought you’d like it.”“i’ve seen it before.”“I know.”Rachana narrowed her eyes even further. “Why would you borrow a movie that I like and you don’t?”“I never said I didn’t like it.”“But it wouldn’t be your first choice.”“Well…no.”“So why’d you get it?”“I told you: I thought you’d like it.”Still, Rachana’s expression oozed suspicion. Was she expecting him to have planted a bomb inside the cover? “You rented a movie for me…even though you wanted something else?”“Ah…I guess so.”“Why would you do that?”Dinesh shrugged. “I was being nice.”“Nice?” Rachana exclaimed. “You’re never nice to me.”“That’s not true,” Dinesh protested.“Oh, yeah,” Rachana replied, walking back to the couch and sitting down. “What about the other night when I was going out with my friends and you told me my skirt made my ass look big?” She fixed him with a penetrating gaze.

“I said that?” Dinesh inquired.“Yes!”“Well, I say a lot of things. You don’t have to take them all so seriously.”“So you didn’t mean it?” Rachana asked, her voice losing its edge.Dinesh raised his eyebrows and pretended to hesitate in a definite attempt to irritate his sister. “Well, I…”Rachana leapt forward, her body crushing Dinesh’s against the couch. Dinesh leaned back, his head on the armrest, and stared up at her. Rachana seized his wrists. “See!” She exclaimed. “You’re so mean to me.”“I was k**ding!”Rachana’s eyes narrowed dubiously. “Were you really?”

“Yes!”“Promise?”“Yes!”Rachana’s eyes narrowed further. “You better be telling the truth,” she said, and rolled off him. Dinesh took a deep breath and sat up straight, his ribs aching. He rubbed them with his hand.“You want me to change the movie?” He asked Rachana.“No, leave it on,” she replied.Dinesh goggled at his sister. “Are you crazy?”“No,” said Rachana, “I want to watch it.”

Dinesh stared at her in disbelief. “Well, I’m not watching a porno with my sister.” He stood up to leave, but Rachana grabbed his wrist and yanked him down on the couch again.“Yes, you are,” she said. “You rented it, now you have to watch it with me.”“Why?”“Because I said so.”Dinesh stared at Rachana, utterly bahis firmaları bewildered, but thought it futile to try and leave. The porno was exciting, and there was something about watching it with his sister that made it even more so. He fixed his eyes on the screen. The noise the man and woman were making on in the movie made up for Dinesh and Rachana’s silence. Eventually, Rachana spoke.“You really didn’t rent this?” She asked.“Of course not,” Dinesh replied.Rachana adjusted her position on the couch and hugged herself with her arms. “I’m cold,” she said.“You want a blanket?” Dinesh asked.“Yes, please.”Dinesh left the room and returned with a woollen blanket, which he d****d over his sister. “Thanks,” she said. She wrapped it around herself and laid down, her legs reaching the end of the couch.

“Where am I supposed to sit?” Dinesh asked, wondering if he should be taking this opportunity to leave.“You can lie down with me,” Rachana replied.“I’m not lying down with you,” said Dinesh.“Don’t be such a baby” said Rachel. She wriggled forward and looked up at her brother expectantly. Her eyes were a metallic blue when bathed in the light from the television. Dinesh could almost make out the reflection of the couple having sex in them. He sighed and walked over to the couch, climbing over Rachana to lie down behind her.“What are you doing?” Rachana asked.“Huh?”“Why are you facing the back of the couch? Turn around and watch the movie.”“Uh…I ‘d better not,” Dinesh replied.“Why not?”“Because…”“Because why?”“Just because,” Dinesh said, and then Rachana twigged.“Are you hard?” She asked, looking at him with something like surprise and something like curiosity.“What?” Dinesh asked, startled.“Are you hard?” Rachana repeated.“You can’t ask me that,” Dinesh replied, almost impressed by her candidness.“Why not?” Said Rachana.“Because you’re my sister.”

“Exactly. So you shouldn’t be embarrassed. Come on, turn around.”Dinesh sighed heavily and rolled over, so that he was facing the television. “Whoa,” Rachana exclaimed. “Somebody’s happy to see me.”“Shut up,” Dinesh replied. His cock wasn’t even touching her. Rachana giggled.“Don’t be such a prude,” she said.“I’m not a prude,” Dinesh protested.“Then move forward,” said Rachana.“No.” Rachana wriggled backwards until Dinesh was squashed between her body and the couch. She could feel his erection pressed firmly between her ass cheeks. “Rachana!” Dinesh cried.“See,” said Rachana,” you are a prude.”“Would you move forward, please.”“No,” Rachana replied firmly. “Just watch the movie.”Dinesh lapsed into silence, more due to the fact that he was speechless than the fact that he had nothing to say. Rachana pillowed her cheek on her hands and watched the television without moving. It didn’t take long for things on screen to heat up and Dinesh to grow harder, his cock straining against his boxers.“Do guys like tits like that?” Rachana asked him. Dinesh looked up at the screen, where a blonde woman was bouncing on a guy’s cock. He was shocked by his sister’s question.“I don’t know,” he answered.

“Mine aren’t that big,” Rachana said. “They must get implants.”Dinesh thought that fact was obvious, but he was too stunned by his sister’s mention of her breasts to say so.“Wow,” said Rachel, as the woman on screen pulled the man’s cock out of her pussy and jacked it off until he came on kaçak iddaa her tits. “Do guys always cum that much?”“I- I don’t know.”Rachana rolled over to face Dinesh. “Do you?” She asked.“You’ve gotta be k**ding me.”“You’re being a prude again, Dinesh.”“Maybe you should start acting a little more prudish.”“Why don’t we try what they’re doing in the movie?” Rachel asked out of nowhere.Dinesh stared at her in horror. Her face was only inches away from his. “What the hell are you talking about?”“Sex,” said Rachana. “Why don’t we try it?”“I can think of several million reasons,” Dinesh replied.“No…it’ll be fun. Have you ever done it before?”“No…but that’s not the point.”“Then what is the point?”

“You’re my sister, that’s what it is.”“So?”“So it’s wrong.”I know you want to,” said Rachana. “You’re hard as a rock and you were grinding your cock against my ass before.”“I was not!”“Were too.”“You’re impossible,” Dinesh sighed.“And you’re a jerk,” said Rachana. “Now, come on – let’s try it.”Suddenly her hands were on Dinesh’s zipper, and it was coming apart. “Rachana!” He protested, although his body wasn’t raising any objections.Shh,” Rachana said, and rubbed her palm against Dinesh’s boxers. “See how hard you are,” she said. “Don’t you want to relieve yourself?”“I will – in the bathroom.”“It’ll be better with me,” said Rachana. “i’ll show you my breasts if you want.”

Dinesh’s cock twitched beneath his sister’s hand. “Ooh,” Rachana chirped, “I think he’s awake.” She laughed.Dinesh could no longer protest as his sister fished his cock out of his boxer shorts and wrapped her fingers around it. “Fuck, it’s hot,” Rachana said. “Is it always this warm?”Dinesh tried to speak several times before he was able to. “I don’t know.”“You don’t know much, do you?” Rachana asked. She was softly caressing Dinesh’s shaft with the palm of her hand, sending waves of pleasure through his body. “Are you going to unbutton my jeans or do I have to do it?” Rachana asked. Dinesh goggled at her. She sighed and started to do it herself.Dinesh watched her wriggling beneath the blanket, obviously working her jeans down her legs. She straightened up and looked at him again. “i’ll put it inside, okay?”

Dinesh nodded. With Dinesh’s cock gripped firmly in her hand, Rachana brought her hips forward until Dinesh’s head was pushing up against her slit. “Oh, that feels nice,” she said, amazed it was working already. She spread her lips apart with her free hand and slid Dinesh’s length inside. “Ow,” she said, stopping, “ow, ow, ow.” She put a hand on Dinesh’s chest and breathed deeply.“What is it?” Dinesh asked.“It hurts,” said Rachana.“i’ll take it you.”“No!” Rachana replied vehemently. “Leave it in. Just wait a minute.”

She breathed through the pain until it subsided, and was replaced by a pulsing feeling of bliss in her vagina. She felt as though she was full inside. “Okay,” she said. “You can fuck me now.With a whispered groan, Dinesh started to push his hips forward and then move them back again. “Faster than that,” said Rachana. “I won’t break.” Dinesh quickened his pace. “Oh, God,” said Rachana as she began to feel the tremors of pleasure. She held onto the back of Dinesh’s neck and curled her legs around him. “Fucking hell. That is so good.”Dinesh moaned. Rachana rested her forehead against her brother’s and looked down at the blanket dancing above their kaçak bahis crotches. “I told you you wanted to fuck me,” she said.“You’re incredible,” Dinesh replied.“You’re even being nice to me,” said Rachana. “I should let you do this more often.” She laughed as Dinesh groaned. Soon Rachana was groaning too. “I can’t believe how good this feels,” she said. “You should have rented a porno ages ago.”She relaxed into the steady motion of their hips, Dinesh’s cock sliding in and out of her like the physical form of pleasure itself. He was taking it slow, which she was grateful for, as it gave her time to savour the feelings she was experiencing. “This is so much better than fingering myself,” said Rachana.

“You finger yourself?” Dinesh asked.“Sometimes,” said Rachana. “Do you jack off?”“Sometimes.” Rachana looked at him dubiously. “Okay, all the time.”Did you ever think about me?”“No,” Dinesh replied.“You’re lying,” said Rachana with a smile. “Any time I wear a bikini your eyes are glued to my ass. And i’ve seen you looking at my tits, too. I bet you were thinking about sucking on them when you came weren’t you?”Dinesh slid a hand around his sister to hold her lower back as he drove his cock further inside her. “And you never thought about me?” He asked, not bothering to deny Rachana’s statement.

“Once,” said Rachana. “Or maybe more. But I remember when we were at the beach, and I saw the bulge in your shorts and your abs. You have nice abs.”“Thanks,” Dinesh gasped out as he went balls-deep into his sister.“Ooh, do that again,” said Rachana. Dinesh obliged her request. “When I got back to my room,” Rachana continued her story, “I fingered myself thinking about you.”“And what was I doing?”This, pretty much.”Dinesh moaned and said, “I’m close.”“To cumming?”He nodded. “i’ll pullout.”“No,” said Rachana. “I don’t want you to pull out.”“I have to!”“No, you don’t. Just cum inside me.”“Inside you?”

“Yeah. I want to feel it.”Dinesh was about to cum; he tried feebly to protest, even though his body didn’t care.“Rachana, I can’t.”“Yes, you can,” Rachana replied. “Cum inside my pussy.”“I- I’m going to…”“Do it,” Rachana urged her brother. “Cum inside me. I’m gonna cum, too.” She gripped him tightly.Suddenly, they both started to moan together as their orgasms seized them. Rachana felt her brother’s hot cum splashing into her vagina, heating up her cunt and oozing out around Dinesh’s cock. Dinesh slid in as far as he could go and emptied load after load of semen inside her.

“Oh, God, yes,” Rachana cried. “Fuck me, fuck me.”Dinesh continued to spill his cum inside Rachana’s pussy until the tide slowed and stopped. He slid his cock in and out several more times to prolong the feeling of ecstasy. Rachana’s orgasm lasted longer; she cried out loud enough to wake the neighbours. “Oh, my God, Dinesh,” she squealed. “Cum inside me. I want it all.”Dinesh tried to stimulate more cum out of his cock, but he was softening rapidly. Rachana’s scream died away and she opened her eyes to look at him. “Holy shit!” She exclaimed. “That was incredible.”“I know,” said Dinesh.“Do you know how good it feels to have your cum inside me?” Dinesh laughed breathlessly. “It feels really good. I think you came even more than the guy in the movie.”Rachana turned her head to look at the screen, Dinesh’s cock still between her lips. “Ooh,” she said, “let’s try that next.” Dinesh looked up to see a brunette woman on her knees, sucking a tall guy’s cock into her mouth. His heart started to hammer. Rachana turned back around, grinning widely. “How long until you can get hard again?”Mail me your comments

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