The Morning She Made Him Give In

The room was almost pitch black, save for the faint moonlight filtering through the traditional wooden blinds, when I heard the heavy teak door slowly open. My eyes cracked open just a fraction as I looked to see who it was. My dear brother, Karthik, was silhouetted in the doorway, standing there once again.

Ever since I had moved back to our ancestral home in Mysore after finishing my college degree in Bangalore, he had looked at me differently. At thirty-five, he was twelve years older than my twenty-three, and had always seemed more of a parent to me than anything else. Every single night since I was born, he had checked on me as I slept. Now that I was home again, he had continued his protective ritual after he came home from his IT firm around midnight.

He had never done anything untoward in all those years, but lately, it felt different. He seemed different. I wanted to test my daring theory. Slowly, I moaned softly in my "sleep". Stretching my arm above my head against the cotton pillows, I felt the thin sheet slip lower down my body, sliding across my hard nipple and blatantly exposing my bare breast to his view. I heard something that sounded suspiciously like a harsh groan come from the shadowy doorway.

Keeping my arm lazily above my head, my eyes firmly closed, I let the fingers of my other hand slowly glide across my exposed nipple, causing it to harden even more in the cool night air of the AC. I moaned again, a bit louder this time, and heard an answering, strained groan come from my brother.

Letting my hand glide smoothly under the sheet, I let it follow a sensuous trail down to my wet puss. Bringing my other hand down, I played with my hardened nipple, pinching and twisting it, as I continued to relentlessly rub my clit. Arching my back against the mattress, I let the sheet drop lower, letting him see exactly what I was doing in the dim light. My breathing became far more erratic as I fingered myself, dipping two fingers into my soaking wet puss.

I heard his breaths come faster and heavier, and I knew with absolute certainty that he was touching himself too. I continued to pinch and squeeze my tits hard as I rubbed my clit faster and faster. Almost there....almost.....my fingers worked faster.. deeper... harder.. there... it ... was... "Ohhhh....Yessss...." I moaned breathlessly. "Mmmm."

My fingers slowed their frantic movements. Lingering touches. Slowing. Stopping. I heard my heavy bedroom door shut and knew my silent observer had finally left. I smiled a wicked little smile to myself as I drifted off to a deeply satisfying sleep.

The next morning, I woke early just like I always did. Remembering the naughty events of the night before, I grinned mischievously and shook my head. I couldn't believe I had actually masturbated for my own brother. Or that I had gotten off so quickly, knowing full well he was watching me in the dark.

Oh, I had always thought he was easily one of the hottest guys I knew, being tall with those intense, gorgeous dark brown eyes and a neatly trimmed beard, but he was my brother. It was strictly forbidden. But maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what I was so intensely drawn to.

Getting out of bed, I headed to my wooden wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear to provoke him. Form-fitting skinny jeans and a snug pink cotton tank top with no bra underneath. Perfect. Quickly running to the attached bathroom, I brushed my teeth and ran a comb through my long auburn-tinted hair, then ran down the wooden stairs to fix breakfast for the two of us.

It was so incredibly quiet in the old independent house, but it had been that way for a very long time. Our parents had tragically died in a car accident on the Bangalore highway eleven years before, when I was twelve and Karthik was twenty-four. I smiled sadly as I remembered how I had clung to my older brother. He was quite literally all I had left in the world.

And I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I had played with myself right in front of him. I had been so intensely focused on what I was doing that I didn't even know if he had made himself cum while watching me. I frowned in deep concentration, trying to recall from the muffled noises I had heard. I remembered him breathing heavily and groaning some, but I genuinely didn't know if he had found release just as I had.

Oh, I would absolutely have to remedy that today. I wondered just how far he would take it.

In the spacious kitchen, I started making hot ghee roast dosas and coconut chutney. I was a little nervous, my stomach doing flips, wondering how Karthik would act this morning. Maybe he felt overwhelmingly guilty about the entire incident.

Half an hour later, I had the dining table neatly set and had just poured the hot filter coffee, when I heard Karthik coming heavily down the wooden stairs. Thinking quickly, I pinched my nipples hard through the fabric, making absolutely sure they stood out prominently. Karthik entered the kitchen, smelling of fresh soap. "Morning, Karthik."

Like every other morning, Karthik came over and affectionately tousled my hair. "Morning, Kutti." I playfully swatted at his hand and took off the apron I wore while cooking. Through my lashes, I carefully watched his dark eyes zero in on my obviously unfettered breasts pushing against my tight top. My nipples tingled delightfully as I watched the impressive, unmistakable bulge in his formal trousers harden.

"Are you ready to eat my.... hot dosas, Karthik?" I asked in a low, husky tone.

His eyes locked intensely with my hazel ones. "Sounds delicious."

I carried the plate of dosas to the dining table, knowing full well his eyes were firmly locked on my swaying ass when I bent over to place them in the center. I quickly sat down in my normal spot, suddenly wondering what on earth I was doing teasing my own brother this way. It was completely stupid. What in the world was I thinking?

All during the quiet meal, those conflicting thoughts ran wildly through my head. Back and forth I argued with myself. Karthik wouldn't do anything anyway. He was way too much of a stickler for the rules. What was wrong with a little harmless, domestic flirtation?

Smiling slightly, I boldly rubbed my bare foot against his trouser-clad leg under the table. Karthik's fingers paused halfway in their journey to his mouth with a piece of dosa, and he glared over at me. "What are you doing, little girl?"

I looked up at him as innocently as humanly possible. "Nothing. The floor is cold."

"Put your slippers on."

Instead, I deliberately put both my bare feet right between his spread thighs under the table. "You're hotter."

He actually growled. I had literally made the composed man growl. "Why do you always do things you're explicitly not supposed to do?"

"When have I ever done anything I wasn't supposed to do, brother dear?" I asked with wide, feigned innocent eyes.

"Tossed the neighbor's cat into the Kaveri river just to see if cats really hated water. Took my Royal Enfield for a joy ride without a license. Went skinny dipping in the estate pond with Siddharth. Skipped college to go shopping at Brigade Road. Barely made it to your own graduation because you were hiding in the changing room making out with Siddharth's sister, Kavya...."

"Ok..ok... enough already. I guess I do have a somewhat rebellious streak," I admitted, rolling my eyes.

Karthik chuckled dryly. "Somewhat?"

I glared fiercely at him. "Fuck you."

"Watch your mouth, baby girl," he warned, his voice dropping an octave.

"Fuck... You."

Karthik stood up so incredibly fast, I simply didn't have time to run. Grabbing my arm in an iron grip, he pulled me roughly out of my chair. Quickly, before I could even process it, he pulled my jeans down past my hips and flung me forcefully face-down right on the dining table. Grabbing a heavy wooden spatula from the utensil container on the counter, Karthik placed his large hand firmly on my lower back, holding me securely in place.

"Karthik! What the fuck?" I screamed in shock from my deeply humiliating position.

"I told you to watch your mouth!" The flat wooden spatula came down hard across my bare ass with a shockingly loud smack.

"You know I don't like you using that kind of language in this house!"

"Ow! Fuck! That hurt, Karthik! I'm too old for this shit! What the hell?" I was literally trying to crawl frantically across the polished wood of the table away from him, pushing stainless steel dishes out of my way.

Karthik's strong hands grabbed my ankles, yanking me effortlessly back against him. His rock-hard cock was vividly digging into my lower back through his trousers. He was actually turned on by this?

"Fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck," I muttered stubbornly. I arched fiercely away from him. His hands violently pulled at my snug pink tank top, ripping the fabric completely. My heavy breasts spilled free into the open air. Immediately, Karthik's large hands grabbed my tits harshly. His fingers sank into the soft flesh, bruising it. His long fingers twisted and mercilessly pulled on my distended nipples as he ground his rock-hard cock directly into me from behind.

My head tilted back involuntarily, letting his hot mouth find my neck, his teeth nipping sharply at my sensitive flesh. My hands reached back blindly and gripped his waist, pulling him even tighter towards me. Again flinging me down firmly against the table, he swiftly undid his belt and trousers. I looked back at him breathlessly over my shoulder. "Karthik?"

His dark, fiery eyes met mine as he grasped his thick cock in his bare hand.

My eyes flared wide. "We shouldn't be doing this, Karthik. You shouldn't be fucking me. It's wrong."

"I know." His heavy hand came down and smacked my bare ass, hard. "Watch your mouth, baby girl."

"Fuck you, Karthik."

Again, his stinging hand came down across my red, burning ass cheek. I reached up, grabbed my own nipples and pulled. God, it felt so incredibly good. Another sharp smack resonated through the kitchen. "Spread your legs, Kutti."

I moaned loudly and obediently spread my legs wider apart on the table. His fingers immediately found my dripping wet puss. He inserted two thick fingers inside me without hesitation. Three. Then four fingers stretching me wide. "You're so fucking wet, girl." He grabbed a handful of my long auburn hair and pulled my head back sharply as he continued to aggressively finger me. His teeth bit hard into my shoulder as he relentlessly rammed his fingers deeper and deeper inside my core.

He continued to vigorously finger fuck me until I almost came, maliciously stopping just short of letting me find that sweet release. I growled in deep frustration and grasped the hard wooden edge of the table. His slick fingers still lingered teasingly at my opening. I tried desperately to rock back and follow his fingers, to get him back inside me, but he was in absolute, total control of himself, and of me.

Grabbing my hips tightly, he effortlessly flung me over so I was lying flat on my back on the table, my legs spread wide open to the ceiling. His massive cock fully in his hand, he let the smooth head tease the wet opening of my puss. "You want this inside you?"

I bit my lower lip hard and nodded. Then shook my head "no". Then nodded "yes" again.

His open hand smacked my bare tits. Hard. I arched my back off the table and gasped in absolute sheer pleasure. "Tell me you want me inside you. Right now."

"I want you inside me, right now. I want you to fuck me hard, Karthik. Please." I couldn't believe I was actively begging my own brother to fuck me.

He slapped my tits again. "Watch your mouth." He aligned his thick cock head directly with my throbbing opening and twisted one of my sensitive nipples. Suddenly grasping my bare shoulders, he finally, finally, slammed his hard cock deep inside my waiting, slick puss. Ohhh... he went so impossibly deep, it actually hurt. In and out he slid with raw power. His hot mouth went to my breasts, biting, nibbling, and sucking hungrily all over. My legs instinctively wrapped themselves tight around his grinding hips as he ruthlessly slammed into me harder and harder against the wood.

"Oh, yes, Karthik. You feel so fucking good. Fuck me harder!"

His hands smacked repeatedly at my bouncing breasts again and again, the sharp pain surprisingly making it even more incredibly enjoyable for me. He continued mercilessly fucking me, slapping my tits and painfully pinching my nipples. Faster and harder he pumped, until finally, finally, he let me reach the edge and cum. "Oh, yeah, baby. That's it. Cum for me. Oh, your tight puss feels so damn good. Ohhh." I felt his rigid cock throbbing furiously deep inside my core, and then I felt his warm, thick cum fill me to the absolute overflowing point.

It was without a doubt the most amazing, earth-shattering orgasm I had ever had.

"Oh, my word," I gasped heavily as I gently rubbed his sweaty head where it now rested exhaustedly against my heaving bare breasts. "That was amazing. You are amazing, Karthik."

"You're pretty amazing yourself, sexy," he mumbled warmly against my flushed skin. "I can't believe I waited so damn long to do this with you."

"Waited? Just how long have you wanted to do this?" I asked, genuinely curious.

He glanced up at me, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You really don't want to know. Let's just say it was a very long time coming. In more ways than one."

I laughed breathlessly and hugged his broad shoulders close. I winced slightly and pulled a stray steel fork from under my shoulder blade. "Can we please continue this upstairs, brother dear? I think the mattress would be significantly more comfortable."

Karthik immediately jumped up, pulled me up swiftly from the messy table, smacked my bare ass one last time, and simply told me to "Run."

Giggling like a madwoman, I did the only thing I could possibly do. I happily ran.