Breeding sister-in-law Shriya!

Shriya Saran Lust Stories
My brother and his wife were settling in to their new home. They had been married now for just over a year. Living in a studio apartment was tough for them. They didn’t get many visitors, it was so tight in their place. Now they had moved to their freshly built home. It had lots of room. The weekend they moved in I went over to watch a game with him and to check out his new place.
Manish was my little brother. He was two years younger than me. He had waited to marry until he was in his thirties. I was married shortly after high school. I married my girlfriend when she got pregnant. We had divorced after ten years. Our daughter was just over sixteen now.
But Manish had a fairly new bride. I mean, they married just over a year ago. It was a grand wedding. Our whole family was there, and my ex and our daughter attended too. His wife, Shriya, was in her late twenties. I heard from friends that she had been active in the bar scene. But she seemed to settle down when she and Willy hooked up. They married after just a year of dating.
She was a feisty little thing. Just over five feet tall, with silky black hair. Natural too, Manish told me. He would know of course. Her breasts were juicy looking and they were fine. She liked to wear tee shirts without a bra. No one complained. Certainly not me. I was always happy to see Shriya. And she seemed to like me. I mean, she always hugged me tightly and gave me a kiss on the lips.
She wore bright red lipstick. So enticing I always thought. But Manish seemed happy with her, so the rest of the family was happy for him. Now they had their own home and I was spending the evening. Spending the evening with my brother and his sexy little wife. With the legs that would not fucking quit.
We three were sitting on the over stuffed sofa. He had a large screen TV. Everything was brand new in the house. I knew they were in hock to the gills, but she was happy, or so he told me. And he had a few of his own little toys. Like the television and the package of all the sports networks. Personally I lost interest in sports when I left high school. But I could watch a football game now and then.
Anyway, Shriya was sitting between us. She hand her right hand on Manish’s thigh. I noticed that because I was sitting on her left, and I glanced over, you know, to check out the tits in her tight shirt. She was squeezing his leg but he was interested in the first quarter of the football game. Her left hand was by her side. I picked it up with my hand and felt how hot it was. She looked up at me, and smiled.
“I’m going to get us some chips, Manish. You have your beer. I expect you want some snacks don’t you?”
“Yeah, sure. That’s fine, Shriya. Oh, shit! Did you see him miss that simple fucking lay-up? Okay, okay. Get some stuff to eat. Let me watch this now. Bring me another beer too.”
“I’ll help her, man. Let me know what happens.”
I got up and followed Shriya as she walked out and down to the kitchen, down the hall from the den. She was leaning up against the counter as she reached up to open a cabinet. That must be where the chips and snacks were. She had that tight tee shirt on, and her little short skirt too. Man, her legs were choice. I was getting hard just looking.
If you wonder what I was doing you’re a little slow. I was checking out my brother’s wife. What the hell, I knew hot pussy when I saw it. I’d wanted to test her for months now. She was fucking ripe. I just needed to see how she felt about playing with her brother-in-law. Now was a good time. I was hard for her already. I wanted to see if she cared or not.
As she reached up to the cabinet door I moved up behind her. I had one hand on her right hip as I lifted her skirt. She was wearing a thong.
“Now, Sunil. Don’t get naughty. Let me get these chips.”
“Don’t be like that, Shriya.”
I slipped her thong away from her ass, and her pussy was there, soft and moist to my touch. I ran a finger up the pussy, with its short and curlys, then lifted the finger up to her lips. She opened her mouth and tasted herself. I was pulling down my sweat pants, and releasing my hard cock.
“Oh, damn, Sunil. Don’t do that. Now don’t. He’s right in there, man. Oh shit.”
My mushroom head of a prick was touching her wet slit, and I was slowly easing in. I had both hands on her hips now, and I rammed my cock up into that hot pussy.
“Ah, oh, fuck. Damn you, Sunil. Oh shit. Yeah, fuck. Fuck. Fuck me, yeah, fuck me, oh fuck.”
I was grunting now. I wanted this pussy. I was deep into that moistness, and I felt it clenching my prick. She was needing this, I could tell. I fucking needed it too. Yeah, I needed that pussy, and I was taking it. I mean, she didn’t fucking object. So I was going to fuck her as much as I could.
“Please, Sunil, please, of fuck, please, deeper. Rough now baby. Rough. Oh shit, fuck that pussy baby.”
I keep a tight grip on her hips and fed her all my long cock. I was pumping in and out so fast, and she was pushing back, taking all I had. That little girl loved to fuck. To fuck me, anyway. That was fine pussy. My hands left her hips and moved up to massage those tits. I could feel the hard nipples as I slid up under her tee shirt. Damn, they were nice tits. I wanted to suck them, badly. But I continued fucking her wet slit.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh shit, shit, cumming, cumming. Oh fuck, yeah, fuck me Sunil, fuck me. Cumming.”
This was good. A fast cummer. This was good. I liked that. I was humping her as hard as I could. Her whole little body was shaking as I fucked her hard. And she kept crying out that she was cumming. That was good.
I was not ready to cum. I liked to take my time. But I did love a little girl that would cum fast for me. Yes, I did love that. I kept pistoning into that pussy. She was trembling and shaking and finally she almost collapsed. But I caught her. I rammed my prick up into her pussy one last time. I held her from falling and pulled my cock out.