Brother and Sister Seduction and Incest After Truth And Dare Game PART 1

This is a story between a Horny sister and her loving brother! Read this erotica to see how a brother and Sister seduced each other and got into incest while playing a truth and dare game.

TO All FSI READERS —> It all started five months ago…
Hi my name is Gauri, 24. I live in Lucknow with my parents and my one year younger brother, Nayan. We had been the best of buddies ever since childhood, growing up almost in the same environment and that too in the same room, until five years back when I turned 19 and was given a separate room. But still the greater part of my day was spent with Nayan either in his room or mine- till late at night.
I had been into B.Com and Nayan was just recruitment into a local software training institute. As a part-time he even made arrangements for me to work there as a receptionist since I had all the pre-requisites of being one viz. good-looking, beautiful, dynamic and a slim figure. This brought me even closer to my brother since I spent all my day either with him or around his presence. The daily routine had been same.
Early in the morning I dressed up for my college and he used to drop my on his way to the institute. Just as the college got over, I joined him at the work. We worked greatly and by 8 in the evening we left for our home. After a good night’s meal we spent the most of the night together talking about all that happened that day and other issues.
It was the month of July when monsoons hit the city worst. It had changing weather early in the weeks of the month. One could see bright sunshine early in the morning and a thundering monsoon rains the same evening. What may seem unbelievable is true that this very thing changed my whole life forever. Believing it to be a generous dry weather that could turn out to be at most cloudy, I decided upon wearing a white laced salwar-chudidhar. This definitely proved rueful as the weather-guy predicted the day to be an overcast monsoon showers, a punishment by the God. The day went fine at the college without any trouble. But just as I left the college for work the God poured down his blessing that hard, it made the worst toll on me as the rains wet me all right from hairs to my sandals. And the situation was no okay one. Everyone knows what happens to white cotton clothing in seasons of monsoon.
Just as was about to enter the work premises, a glanced a look at a reflecting window just before the door. Shell-shocked to see myself in such a situation, I only tried to tie up my unkempt wet hair without working out to dress up properly. I was all wet and my white salwar was all glued to my body, revealing the linings and engravings of a designer bra and stuck to my navel. Somehow thanks to the loose fitting at the waist my chudidhar had not stuck to the thighs or legs or any other part that it shouldn’t, although it was as wet.

With a dripping body and wet clothes I entered into the institute office as each eye stared a gaze upon me. With every head turning to me, I felt quite uneasy. Thankfully Nayan was still not there. I quickly sank behind the reception table and tried to hide myself. With all the guys trying a hard stare at my body I felt embarrassed and decided to do something for it. I stood up, took my handbag and rushed to the restrooms. With not many women staff in the institute, I felt it right to stay here. I quickly stripped down and took off all my clothes to a hanging clip so that they could dry up a little. I kept on waiting naked in the washroom trying to dry my hair as well.
Half an hour later, I assumed the clothes to be little drier and tried to put them on just when I realised that my panties and bra were still a lot wet. Being a heavy thick fabric, it was difficult for them to dry in minutes. But I had to go out as the boss would be expecting me. So I took this grave step and decided not to wear my bra and panties until they dry completely. I kept them as it they were hanging to dry and simply put on my salwar and chudidhar only.
Dressing up I came out of the washroom. Each guy I saw had an eager look on his face as if waiting only for me to come out. One of those faces was of my boss, with his eyes gazing down somewhere I expected not. I looked down to where he stared- at my breasts. Even though I dried my salwar but it was still wet enough to cling to the body. And the mistake I did by not wearing my bra came to my light as my nipples were poking out of the fabric. Being so wet, the entire area around my areola started to get wet on my salwar. Somehow I hid it with my dupatta and reached for the reception table.
Minutes later Nayan arrived and I felt a great relief as if my saviour had arrived. All this time I forgot whether he had seen my all through this or not. But by the way he reacted it seemed to have no effect on him.
The entire day went by normally as my clothes dried up completely. Except some guys trying to stare a glaze and trying to flirt with me, nothing much happened. At the end of the day, as we finished, Nayan and me left for our home. Thankfully by now my bra and panty were almost dry. But I could still not wear them thanks to the wet lacing that could give rashes if put on. So I just put them back in my handbag and left. Meanwhile on the way back home, Nayan stopped near a grocery store and asked me to get some purchases that Mom had asked for. Idiotically I agreed and stepped down not realising that it was still raining heavily. And once more I was all wet, although to a much lesser extent as I hurried to and forth the grocery store. Being all wet in the similar condition I was earlier in the day. So in the day I was almost completely wet twice in a white salwar. But this was no issue as I was safe with my brother, or at least I thought so.
Getting some further Nayan again stopped the car near a medical centre. He had some medicines to be purchased for Dad and himself. It took more than expected time for him to come back.
Moving ahead there were no more stops till we reached home. I quickly got into my room and changed as quickly as I could. I wore pink coloured knee-length half pants and a red coloured UCB sleeveless top with deep cut neck. But the first thing I took to were bra and panty. I wore a matching set of white undergarments.

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Around 10, we had a good meal as the whole family went to sleep thereafter. As usual me and Nayan were wide awake and still with each other. That night we were sitting in his room and talking about many things. Soon it started to bore me as I wanted something new. I asked Nayan if we could do something new. He said we can try something new, we’ve never done before.
I suggested him that we play a game but in a new way. He decided we play Truth ‘N Dare. I agreed but he laid down some conditions. Obviously one being to stay to the choice given and do as said, Secondly he offered to take the game to an all new high level without any limits. Boredom had overcome me bad that I regrettably agreed to all conditions.
Nayan quickly went out and came back with two beer bottles. One that was empty and other one filled. He laid down the empty bottled and spun it as the bottle revolved. He opened the other bottle and offered me to drink. I refused him down and looked as the bottle stopped in front of him. He chose a dare to start with. I dared him to gulp down the beer he was holding in one entire go. Being a beer crazy, it was easy for him to do it. It went all down his throat in less than a minute.
Next I spun the bottle, and Nayan brought out another beer bottle. This time the bottle stopped at me. I chose to dare. Nayan dared me to get down the same and drink the bottle of beer, if not in one go. Hesitatingly, I started to gulp down the sips of beer as Nayan again turned to bottle round. I was yet to get the bottoms up that I faced another turn. Now I switched to truth. I was still drinking the beer as Nayan popped his question. The beer that was still in my mouth, spurted on his face. I was shocked for the third time in the day. Nayan, my younger brother asked me whether I was wearing my bra and panty or not. Shyly I looked down and said a yes. Nothing more and he just asked me to turn the bottle.
The beer had taken such a toll on my brains that I was starting to feel queasy. The bottle instead just rolled and fell down on his laps. I quickly bent forward and made attempt to get it myself. While doing so, I accidently brushed against his penis instead. It felt me to be rock hard. He was having a boner in front of me.
I again spun the bottle, now it turned to his side and he chose a truth as well. I asked him the only question that I had in my mind. I asked him why he was having a boner at this time and why doesn’t he get it done. Crushingly, he kept on looking at me and with one hand kept on pressing his dick hard. It made me feel uneasy as I waited for his answer.
He said he often has a boner at this time of night. But today he wants to let it go undone. He quickly removed his hands and spun the bottle. The bottle stopped at me. I dared.
This one was the most flagrant one that he asked for. He dared me to take off my bra without taking off my top. Tricky but was possible. After all I won’t have to strip down naked in front of my brother.
I raised myself to adjust and sat on my legs with knees bent. First I tied my hair to a clip. Then I bent my arms to my back and undid the hooks of the bra. The moment bra unlocked my breasts fell down hanging from my chest as I had to quickly grab them with my arms to cover them. Nayan kept on watching eagerly my each move. I felt raring to tease him a little. I took off the hair-clip and spread my hair and started dressing it in different ways showing him my armpits. Then I inserted one hand inside my top from the breasts and pulled down the straps from both shoulders. With great difficulty I took them off my arms. Finally I put my one hand into my breasts and swiftly pulled out my bra. A sudden wow came out of his mouth. With disgust, I threw the bra over his face and spun the bottle again. Nayan was still busy looking at the bra and analysing each aspect of it when I asked him to stop it explaining that it was his sister’s very bra that he forced her to remove. He kept it aside and we both now waited for the bottle to stop.
Where the the Bottle stop? Whose turn was it to get naughty? All this and more in Part 2!