Confessions of a Brother Fucker – Pt. 1

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Confessions of a Brother Fucker – Pt. 1deleteddeletedThe next four years, while Mintu completed his course in IIT passed in torrid letters being exchanged, in celibacy and in following Mintu’s instructions in how look after my ‘treasures’ (that is what he referred to my feminine assets).But every letter told me that I should not masturbate to relieve my rising libido, directly linked with my fresh youth and the hormonal rise and fall followed by the monthly loss of an egg, for the want of a Father!!!I did not fall short in my duties as a jealous lover. I constantly asked him whether he had found some one to help him release his bursting libido?? I gave him constant instructions, of what I though was the best therapy for elongating and fattening the dick. He wrote back, that he was following my therapy religiously and the results were good.But, all letters from me to Mintu and from him to me promised that when he finishes his studies, he would come over and ‘take’ me. And if I co-operate, take me ‘for ever’.I wondered, how I could be ‘taken for ever’. I had heard from my girl friends who were being fucked by their boy friends, always complained hat most times they did not even get humped for two minutes and the boy friend would let out a war cry kind of whoop and collapse onto them. Having ejected their offering!! Worse, several girls had told me that their boy friends would drop their seed all over their sarees before they could even come near entering.For some reason, I never told my friends that Mintu would make me come several times before he would enter and that he would actually fuck for a good five to seven minutes before he would let his semen enter my fallopian.In the meanwhile I finished my graduation. Much against my expectations, under constant exhortation from Mintu, I studied hard and did well. Since Mintu’s course was five years’ long, under Mintu’s encouragement, I joined a two year management course in Jamshedpur and completed the course. I now had a MBA too.I finished in May. And returned home, awaiting Mintu’s passage through Calcutta in the way to his parent’s home in Delhi. As the month of June, when the course content ends and the students leave for their homes to await the final results, He would be staying overnight only!! I started anticipating his passage through Calcutta and for the small aperture of opportunity for me to let him know that I truly loved him.And more!!! (Whatever that meant)And for him, to try and fulfill some of his torrid promises in his letters.In the month preceding his arrival into Calcutta, I started to receive instructions on what he wanted me to do to prepare for him. He instructed me to bornova escort start to massage my boobs with butter every day. He wanted me to knead in the butter into my nipples. He instructed me that I should add significant amount of salt in the butter before massaging my breasts. And then I should take my bath after letting the butter on my boobs to be soaked in. According to him applying the salt would make the boobs silkier. And the butter would make them more voluptuous. He asked me to apply clarified butter (Ghee in India) in my ass hole and all over my buttocks. This should be massaged into the skin. He instructed that he wanted my ass hole smooth and well oiled. Just in case he wanted to take me from the rear as well. He ordered me to apply Veet on my arm pits and on my pubic area to remove all my hair. He wanted this done every two days. I was to massage olive oil into my bald pubic area and on my pussy lips atleast an hour before my bath. When this was over, he wanted me to take olive oil between two fingers and massage my clit and apply the oil by softly pinching the clit, lifting it up and letting it slip out of my fingers because of the oil. He surmised, that doing that would make my clit more sensitive and would get lifted up, “as if peeking out to the world, looking for some good treatment with (Mintu’s) tongue and fingers”.Clearly, I was to practically masturbate while massaging. He said, “If you ‘came’ while doing this, so be it!!!! But no masturbating for masturbation’s sake.”He had added, he wanted me to apply a Jasmine flavored hair tonic into my scalp and hairs.After kneading in the oil in all my ‘treasures’, he wanted me to follow it up with massage with Avon perfumed cream, with special care to the ‘treasures’; and the armpits. The Avon perfumed cream would give that great smell. Embedded inside my skin.I can confess, his prescription really worked. The sensitive skin over my boobs had truly become silkier and smooth. What with the daily dose of near orgasm status, my hips were now fuller and my boobs were fuller. My bra was stretched and were straining to hold the two boobs in the cups.Understanding that we would make love every second we were together, I started the Pill about 60 days before his arrival date.Since my bath started to take over two hours, my Mother asked me several times, “Why are you taking so long for your bath??”I had to lie. I said, “Ma, I have started doing some Yoga to keep myself fit. What with sitting around all the time, I could do with some exercise.”She readily agreed and said, “Yes. I think you should. Look at the way you have put on weight on your hips and the escort bornova bust line.”In order to allay any doubts, I added, “I am also massaging my self with some oil after my Yoga to ensure that my circulation is okay.”She said, “That is good.”As the D-Day came closer, my anticipation of love gave me hot flashes and a shudder or two would pass down my spine, while just sitting and dreaming of what we would do, together.I often wondered, with the ministrations to his cock, what it would look like and what it would feel like inside me. Would his abstinence for years, with no masturbation lend great urgency to his love making?? Would he be loving and shower me with kisses and then strip me naked, slowly and make love to me?? Or would he, atleast for the first time, hurry and fuck me violently? I wondered.And got wet.And then it was D-Day. The train was to reach Howrah station at about 4 PM. To prepare, I took out his letter telling me what he wanted me to wear. I took out a red and black Ghagra (long flowing ankle length skirt with lots of pleats and with draw string to hold it in place) and a short front buttoned waist length red mirror work Kurta (a cotton shirt).He had specifically forbidden wearing a bra and my panty on that day. I was intrigued what he could do in a car in the busy streets of Calcutta, with our driver at the wheel. What was the benefit of my not wearing these two inner wear??I got ready. I kept my hair open, with no clips, hair band etc, they way be liked. In keeping with his strict instructions. Besides I knew he liked to run his fingers through my hairs and dip his longish nose inside my hair and take deep breaths. He had told me many times that, doing that gave him great peace and relaxation.I wore no bra and panty. Most women in India do not wear a panty. So, one does not miss it that much. But bra??? That was very difficult to carry off. I slung a Dupatta (large scarf) over my shoulders and wrapped it around to hide my discomfiture.I left home by 2 PM with a servant (to help with the large amount of luggage that Mintu would carrying, since he was now leaving the hostel for good, and to bring it back to my home by taxi) and reached Howrah station at 3 PM. All those who have been to Howrah Station know that one can drive the car into the station and walk to the train. The train was 20 minutes late.I stood in the jostling crowd near the third Class compartment area and waited.I was overdressed from Howrah Station and smelling too good. I had to hear some cat calls and some suggestive remarks. I ignored them all and waited.The servant stood next to me, understanding that I had gone to collect bornova escort bayan my brother.The train arrived. He stepped out, looking darker than before, longer hairs, unshaven, bleary eyed and gaunt looking. He looked exhausted by the last few months of work n his Thesis.We exchanged pleasantries and he quickly explained to the servant what the items were and the handling instructions etc.Mintu and I quickly walked towards the parked car and soon sat inside and drove out through the over bridge.In that car, I asked him, “So? How was the journey?”He said, “Fine. The question is what the journey will be like tonight!!”While he sat on my right, he lifted his left thigh onto the seat, bent it under him and turned and sat to face me on the wide seat of the car and gazed at me and inspected me from head to toe through his gaunt and now inset eyes.He said, “Unwrap that Dupatta.”I unwrapped it and kept it aside. He looked to see if I was wearing a bra. He commented, “Good.”I asked, “Good what?””Looks good.””What looks good?””The dress.””And?””And what is inside it!” he said with a wry smile.I smiled back.He said, “Unmukto.” (Meaning, ‘It has been set free.” in Bengali.) I understood he meant that my breasts were free of the bra encumbrance.I blushed.While the car bumped through the cobbled Strand Road, he reached fir my right wrist, caught it and caressed my hand with both his rough hands. I felt an electric shock pass through my whole body, as he touched me and I shuddered.We said nothing to each other for some time, as his finger tips went up ad down my wrist and palm and occasionally crept up my fore arm.I asked him, “So. What is the plan for the day?”He said, “I need to shave, have bath, have some food and then sleep for about an hour or so. That will re-charge my batteries and keep me fresh for the rest of the evening.”I said, “Sleep?””Yes. With you.””I see,” I said. “And how, pray will you do that, in the day time, with my Mother hovering around?””I don’t care. You will have to give me the shave. You will have to give me the bath and then, you will sit with me while I eat something.And then, I want to hold you close in my arms, with you completely naked with me in bed, while I sleep.” (Ammar boyeyee gachchey. Baadee giyey toomee amakay shave korabey aar amaakey chaan korabey. Taar por, amaar shathey boshey khabey. Khabbar poray, tomakay nangto koray joriye dhoray ghoomabo.)I blushed, while shudder after shudder passed through my back at the sheer audacity of his demand from me.”Eeeesh. How embarrassing.” “Eeeesh. Kee jay bolow na?”My womanly brain was working, how I could handle the matter with my Mother. How could I be with my lover, the way he wanted me??But, equally my Mother is a woman too and can see through most of my womanly wiles. I wasn’t sure; she would not see through my scheme and put a spanner in the works. Though, I was sure, she did not even guess that I was fucking him.continuee…………….