I have day-dreamed and woven in my head many of series of fantasy events that would lead us into having sex. Such as – we would be traveling in a public bus to meet our maternal relatives living some 100 kilometers far away… we would be sitting on the last seat of the bus… one by one passengers would drop out of the bus leaving just two of us and few passengers in the front seats of the bus… the bus breakdowns… and they fix the bus only in the evening at around 7 pm…. We again get into our seats and the bus resumes speed… the lights/electricity goes off in the bus and in the surrounding streets/homes… In the darkness, at the last seat of the bus I place her hand on top of my crotch over the clothes… she assumes nothing has happened… I place my hand on her breasts over the clothes and gently massage and she acts as if she is asleep…. Other fantasies are – now that we are frequently having sex with condoms on, to get rid of having to wear condom every time we have sex I persuade her to get anti-pregnancy vaccination which would allow us have sex without condom for six months without getting her pregnant… we would go to a very far clinic from our home where nobody knows us…. I introduce her as my wife to the nurse and there she gets vaccinated…. Other fantasy is – the world gets doomed as a result of violent war… and there is very little population in the world… I and my sister get stranded in a far away hill… with nobody around we have been living as brother sister… but we come to realize that there should be more human offspring in order for the world to go ahead with human civilization… and besides we also need children to look after us when we grow old… so I fuck Amisha di on the pretense of having children for the human race survival and proliferation. I have fantasized having sex with Amisha di in a number of places in our home on different pretext and situations – in store-room, in bathroom, in toilet, in her bed, in my bed, on the plain ground, on ground over straw mattress, over the carpet, over dinning table in our kitchen, in our drawing room over the carpet watching TV, in mum and dad’s room…. and many other places.
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When nobody used to be around, she used to ask me many things about my school, college, friends and girl friends. She used to tell me as compliment that since I do not have any kind of physical deformity and look ok and well and nice there should be many girls interested in me or I should have been interested in some of them. I would shyly say no and ask her if she has or had boy friends, to which she would always say ‘no’ straightaway.
As a matter of fact, for me, my sister was an average looking girl. Our parents had once been troubled with bluff calls in our landline telephone asking to speak with her, and few guys in college proposing her. Secretly, she told me that she got three proposals from her college friends, which she rejected all. Although, she was average looking girl, for me, her slightly bigger breasts in proportion to her slim figure and her watery eyes (like mine) always hinted me that she had deep sexual desires which she had been suppressing deep down waiting someday to explode. Her slightly big boobs always make me think that she masturbates a lot and while masturbating she would knead her breasts vigorously with her hands and would suck herself both the nipples very hard moaning while playing her pussy and all this should have overgrown her breasts. She did have some boys as plain friends who would sometimes come to our home for studies but she was not in a relationship. I, on the other hand when I was 18 years old, had temporarily dated a friend of mine in school for about six months limiting to smooch and caressing breasts above the clothes. Our attraction later faded away and the relationship ended without anything further. I didn’t tell about this to my sister (and haven’t yet).
SECRETS OF MY SISTER REVEALED:
SOMETHING SHOCKING HAPPENED WHEN I WAS AROUND 20 YEARS OLD (AND SHE WAS AROUND 25 YEARS). She had then just completed her master’s degree and started a job in a private company, and she even bought a laptop. I just completed my higher secondary school level and was waiting for my results. Amisha di had been a simple social and cultured girl, yet very much aware of contemporary western world. She would occasionally go to discos and parties with her close female friends and be back home at the most by 9 pm. She would dress perfectly well with tight jeans and t-shirt as well as saree or kurta sulwar. She would do all the household chores such as cleaning, cooking, and on the other hand, would also manage her office hours.
During this time, on a summer day I was alone in home watching TV lying lazily on the sofa. I felt the urge to masturbate and so got up and locked up the main door of our house and quietly went to Amisha di’s room to find her undergarments, sniff and quietly masturbate. I found a recently washed pink panty in her wardrobe which was open, and found a cream colored panty tossed (to wash later) underneath her bed in the corner which was slightly dirty with spots of dried liquid and two strands of curly pubic hair. As usual, I licked it, smelled it, inserted in my mouth tasting its sour flavor with half closed eyes and muttered “Please Amisha di…. let me fuck you…… do you like it Amisha di???…..please….” in my native language while playing dick with my hand. After finishing the act, I put the things where they were earlier.
As I was about to return, something grabbed my attention. Although Amisha di’s wardrobe was always unlocked, there was a small box in the wardrobe (affixed inside it), which would always be padlocked with a rusty lock. The content of this one and half square feet box had always been a mystery for me. A wild idea came to me. I remembered we had a big bunch of unused old keys just lying in our storeroom on the top floor. I brought it and tried one by one to unlock the padlock of the box, and BINGO!! one key worked!!!! I looked inside the box while my heart was throbbing. There I found, to my greatest surprise a packet of marlboro cigarette (three sticks less in the packet), one packet of condom (containing 5 pcs.), three packets of whisper sanitary pads, an unnamed tattered hindi sex magazine consisting of mostly sex stories and some pornographic photos, and a CD. My face was blazing hot, my heart was beating very fast and my dick was stiffening again to see such stuffs in my innocent looking sister’s mystery box. I took the CD with me and played it on in the TV in the drawing room. The triple x-rated movie was titled ‘Bara Cinta’, a Thai movie. I quickly copied the CD to another blank CD, and kept all the things back to where they were and padlocked the box again. I watched the movie during the day masturbating twice imagining how she would have felt watching each of those scenes. My head spanned whole day. I acted very normal in the evening when mum and Amisha di came home. I pretended as if nothing ever happened.
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Once every week or two I would check the padlocked box and in a year’s time I found five CDs, all of which I copied to other blank CDs. Each month there would be new packets of condoms and cigarettes. I really felt suspicious about her attitude and personality. What seemed a social and cultured girl had a treasure of mischief hidden inside her; not even in dreams anyone would have thought a bit about it. The way she would speak to elders, way she would walk in the streets, way she would dress, the kind of company/friends she had, and her facial/bodily expressions and aura – all these in no way at all indicated she would have such contradicting persona in her privacy. I began to suspect that she should be having an affair/ sexual relation with someone as there were condoms with her. And I felt slightly jealous about it. I tried to find out who the guy could be, but without success. I secretly checked her mobile many times and looked for sms and calls but not a hint was there. Whenever we chatted, I asked her in one way or the other if she had a boy friend, to which she always replied no. As always, I sought every opportunity to touch her, to smell her, to talk naughty and to insert ‘dual meaning’ words and sentences during our conversation. And all this was happening without any hint to our mother.
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