I looked at her breasts again but this time I was feeling guilty more than horny.
Di saw my guilty face and her tone softened a little. She then told me to bring her some ice. I nodded and hurriedly left the room. I went to the kitchen and took some ice cubes from the fridge. Mom asked me why I needed that to which I replied that I had hit my leg on the bed.
Mom told me to be careful. I nodded and ran to my room.
"Lock the door," Di said as she saw me coming into the room.
I closed the door and went to her. Di took off her t-shirt in front of me as if it were normal. I looked at her round breasts and the dark nipples and gulped. I tried my best not to be noticed by Di as that might anger her more.
She lay on the bed and said "Rub the ice. It's painful."
I nodded and sat beside her. I moved my hand and placed the ice on her breast where my bite marks were. Di flinched in pain and moaned softly.
I didn't stop and continued to rub the ice. I was very serious.
After 5 minutes her pain lessened a little and she saw my serious face. Di suddenly laughed and said "Now you know you're wrong."
I looked at her and said sorry again. Di sighed and smiled and said "If you wanted to suck your sister's boobies just say it. Why do you need to bite it?"
I blushed when hearing her and denied her accusation. Di laughed and laughed hard and said "Look how flustered you look."
Watching her laugh, I was angry again but I was happy. So I said "ok, then I will suck your tits."
I acted like I was going to do that. Di giggled and teased again "Come to mommy, brother."
Hearing her teasing tone I sneered and said "I will do it." I moved and opened my mouth wide and sucked her nipples.
"Umm!" Di moaned and quickly grabbed her mouth.
I heard her moaning and felt excited. I started to suck and play with her nipples hard. Di suddenly grabbed my head and pushed it on her breasts.
Before we knew it I was grabbing one of her breasts and sucking the other like a child. Di put her leg on me and breastfed me like a child.
Her hands were in her mouth and she was trying her best not to moan loudly.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and we quickly separated in fright. Di hurriedly put on her t-shirt and played with her phone.
I went to the door and opened it and saw Mom standing there. Mom looked inside and saw Di watching videos and asked "Why did you lock the door?"
"I was working so I must have locked it without knowing," I replied, acting normally.
Mom nodded and looked at Di and asked "Do you want to eat chicken or duck?"
"Duck" Di replied as she was a fan of duck meat.
Mom nodded and said "Rudra came to the kitchen. There is something I need your help with."
I nodded and closed the door behind me and followed Mom to the kitchen. Mom kissed me as soon as I entered the kitchen. She saw my dick was hard and smiled at me.
Mom took my hand inside her saree, underneath her petticoat and showed me her wet pussy.
"I want you inside me badly." Mom said. I was already hornier and pushed mom on the kitchen shelf. I took out my dick and pushed it inside Mom before she could say anything.
But before I started moving, Mom hurriedly stopped me in fright.
"Stop, Ayesha is here."
I came to my senses and looked at her sadly. Mom looked at me apologetically and kissed me hard. So she squeezed my dick with her pussy as if reassuring me to be patient as she too was doing the same. She knew that it was harder for her son.
He was young and full of vigour, but didn't have anyone to quench his lust. His husband could at least do it in the night even if Ayesha was there. She just needed to be silent.
I took out my dick from mom's pussy and looked at it. But my mind was full of what just happened.
Mom and Di had the same figure condition. Mom's boobs were bigger but Di's ass was bigger than Mom's.
Mom said sorry and told me to hold for a few days. I had no other choice so I nodded and then helped her which took only a minute and went to my room.
When I returned I saw Di was still staring at the phone. But it was clear that her mind was somewhere else.
I went to the computer silently and turned it on. I started to work and there was no more talk between us.
Di went to shower after a while and put on a salwar Kameez. I went after her. We were silent as we couldn't find what to talk about.
During lunch, Dad saw us not talking and thought that we had fought again. Mom thought the same. So they scolded me again and told Di to tell them if I misbehaved.
After lunch, Dad left and Mom pulled Di onto the sofa and started to talk with her about all kinds of things. Di was talking with mom normally and after a few minutes, she was normal and talked with her about many things excitedly.
As for me I was in my room talking with my clients and asked for their preference and requirements for the videos.