Incest Usha Ki Pehli Kiran (English | Repost)

[plover1991]

Before you begin...



This was one of my favourite stories from Xossip. Authored by Hvicky, and this was his only story on the site, it is the epitome of slow burn, realistic brother-sister incest stories.



I have read it multiple times and every time it was completely satisfying. It took me a long time to find it again and I'm posting it here for archival purposes.



This was written over a decade ago, and I thought this was the best written thing ever. Now that I reread it, i see a lot of spelling and grammatical errors, not to mention some inconsistencies. I'm retaining all of that out of respect to the writer.



Note: I had interacted with Hvicky when the site was active. He was a smart, intelligent young man who worked as a research assistant. He was going through stuff in his personal life. I hope he is doing better now. Bro, if you're reading this, I hope life had dealt you better cards and your're doing better. I still love this story after so many years. Please continue writing.

 

[plover1991]

I have been reading erotic stories on various forums for long. . It is amazing to notice that Incest stories attracted maximum readership. The sheer number stories and comments thereon indicates there is lot happening in our society. I know most of the stories on the Internet are work of fiction , but speaks volumes about how the authors were motivated and turned on get into story writing..

The story below is purely work of fiction ( names, places everything - names of places mentioned in story are just for readers to realise relevance) based on experiences of intimacy with women including those in close relationship, women generally are not far behind in their sex drive and are willing to indulge and go to any extent provided they are in love and find security in hands of the person whom they love irrespective of cast, religion or relationship. Here is another work of fiction I wish readers to enjoy.

 

[plover1991]

One Sat 11 pm at night I received a call from my Mother at Mughal Sarai that my father and my younger sister Usha have just departed by over night train for Delhi. My mother gave me their coach no and birth no and asked me receive them at New Delhi - station. She was talking in a hush- hush tone and refused to explain why they have left to Delhi so suddenly. She said you can ask your father when he arrives next morning at New Delhi station. NOIDA to New Delhi Station is about 16 KM away. I wanted my father to get down at Vivek Vihar station which is just 5 KM from my NOIDA residence. Unfortunately he had no cell phone. He could not afford one and he did not need one because of poor network in the village where he lived.

Here in NOIDA I was celebrating promotion of my close friend Rajiv to a senior position in his IT company. After couple of beers in our room and dinner , we were watching a latest bollywood release on my laptop. We were having a good time . Rajiv intended to shift to Gurgaon where he was recently transferred after promotion. We were discussing his shifting . Since we were sharing a room for a long time I did not want to loose his company , I was pleading him to stay back in NOIDA itself so that we continue to live together.
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His new work place was in Gurgaon which was about 40 km away from NOIDA .We were evaluating pros and cons of of his shifting . Economic loss to him by higher rentals in Gurgaon , commuting time from NOIDA to Gurgaon etc. were being discussed . If he shifted out I was sure to take an economic loss . In shared accommodation I used to pay only half of the rent of Rs 8000. With his shifting I would have to either look for another accommodation and room partner. Mt preference was we stay together. The phone call from my mother interrupted our deliberations.

My Roomate Rajiv is 28 years old has been a close friend of mine for last 6 years .We studied B tech in one of the private Universities in Mathura. Rajiv was 2 years senior to me and I first met him in college and decided to become room mates in College hostel as we shared common hobbies in sports . He Came from a rich prosperous family from a village close to Mathura.

Our College in periphery of Mathura City was 25 KM form his village . Staying in Hostel was compulsory for Btech students , . I had visited his village and met parents and family during vacations and weekends. Rajiv's social states was much above of mine

I belonged to a conservative family with literally very limited means , living in a village about 10 Kms away from Mughal Sarai in UP. My father had retired from a clerical position in famous Mughal Sarai Railways Yard and later joined a petty contractor as their babu. Besides my mother, my family had 3 members ; me, Suraj aged 26, My younger sister Usha aged 22 and yet another younger sister Kiran aged 18.

Me and Rajiv became very good friend and shared good time as we had common hobbies of playing cricket and singing. Rajiv is very intelligent and got campus recruited by one of the IT cos and got a job in NOIDA . I had two more years to catch up with him at college. Finally I also passed out 2 year later after B Tech and came to NOIDA and joined a junior position in a telecom company.

We were about to retire for the day that I got this call from my mother around 11 pm


Me and Rajiv had rented a room in NOIDA which we used to share. Rjaiv was placed in good company whereas I struggled to get a new in job. Finally after 6 months of scouting around I got a job as as a support executive of in one of the Telecommunication company.. My salary was around Rs 15000,. It was difficult to make both ends meet for myself alone in NOIDA. The news of arrival of Usah was a irritating in many ways. I had now to support her as well.. Besides there was no one to share the room and rent ren with me.. Besides I was about to loose my freedom and privacy which I was now quite accustomed to now

The rented accommodation comprised of just one big room which could hold two folding cots. Two chairs , a dressing table with a half size mirror ,a rack of drawers , a wardrobe . The facilities were very basic., The land lord had carved out a kitchen in the same bedroom, It had a slab on which we place the stove to cook and wash basin at the end of the slab., We had taken a gas connection and we had a kitchen stove . We hardly cooked as both being bachelors were used to eating breakfast and lunch in office and some street food before coming home, We used live in area where a lot of bachelors and office going girls lives in rented accommodation, The area had some Dabbawalas who used to sell ready to eat cooked food , home delivered. The room was also had a very small toilet; The bathroom door opened in bedroom on one side and a balcony on the other , where we dried clothes or used as observation post to see the traffic in back street. The toilet was very small. At the entry there as a small bath area where one could take bath and a small wash basin on the opposite wall. And then there was a commode which was separated or partitioned for the main bath area by by a wall about 5ft high. Thus only one person could use the bath room at a time. , The commode area did not have separate door. Thus if you are taking bath you can strain your neck to see who using the commode and what is being done there. If you walk along the wall you can the clearly witness the person using this facility .For two boys this was Ok But now with Usha's arrival it was to become a challenge. No privacy and no place to whack if one wished..

Frankly I got quite upset on news that my sister Usha was being thrust on me without notice and without any financial support, My father I knew all along that I had hard time make both end meet. I conveyed my displeasure to him in no uncertain terms. . He agreed, but stated that he had no option but to escort her here . He promised that he will take her back once her marriage was settled for which I knew he had been trying hard., He gave me Rs 20, 000 for initial support of Usha with a promise that he will send more if required. He was also some what confident that I will be able to get job for her .

Rajiv shifted to Gurgaon Taking way the cot and stove and his other belongings, He promised to be in touch visit us on week ends.

Father too returned home after two days leaving me and Usha alone to fend for ourselves.. Usha as a measure of economy did not let me buy another cot for her.. She who told me she is happy sleeping on the floor for which I bought a mattresses and 2 pillows.. But we bought new stove and kitchen utensils and grocery.

She took charge of the house from Day one . She arranged to fix the kitchen and cleaned bath room. She used to wash my clothes as well. She was used to getting up early have bath and prepare tea and wake me up by touching my feet every day. We used to have tea together and discuss the job opportunities and what we need to do. I used to go off to work while she stayed back to look after the house chores. I had shown the stores in neighbourhood form where she got settled to buy fruits vegetable, milk etc . Arranging household things were new to me which i never done before. She used to prepare breakfast and pack lunch for me before I went off to work. Now routine changed I used to come back home for a snacks and tea and later a piping hot and tasty dinner. My old habits were in for a big change of leaving house early and having all 3 meals outside.. I must say I found Usha very efficient and responsible .in managing the house hold. The quality and taste of the food used to be great.

Some times we used to visit Malls and shops in NOIDA, she was overcome with sense of inferiority complex as she had seen other girls of her age dressed in modern dresses suits etc. She observed and told me once that in Malls she had hardly seen any ladies wearing Sarees. Even mature and elderly wore pant shirts , punjabi fashionable suits or jeans & top etc, In shops her eyes were always hunting for such dresses with some kind of desire . She used to feel and even drape some dresses over her, Her womanly feeling of getting to look beautiful was noticeable. . On the other hand I did not have enough money to buy these and satisfy her needs..


I felt the need for Usha to work and self support . It was extremely difficult for me to support an independent house hold in city like NOIDA where house rent and utilities accounted for nearly 50% of total income I had., But Usha on the other hand greatly reduced expenses on food. My once in awhile going for beer was also not possible now as I was afraid Usha will not like it and report it to my parents. Having brought up in a very conservative society it is very difficult to change the mind set of people.who have are born and brought up and lived in villages. Migrating from of village to hostels and in big town I may have changed in 6 preceding years but it was difficult to change Usha as she rooted in strict family values rituals. Taking bath in morning before going to kitchen or touching feet of all elders every day was ingrained in he value system. All these cultural and religious values were deeply rooted in most persons who lived in neighbourhood in village where our room was located . Even in and around Delhi NCR there are Khhap panchayats who greatly resent the cultural invasion arising out of growing industrialisation and urbanisation. Our room was ideal nesting place for cultural values of Mughal Sarai to be maintained despite being in middle of a modern city like NOIDA. This conflicted with my priorities .

My priority was to get Usha working as soon as possible. I had to find a job for Usha.

Now let me describe Usha. She is about 5ft 2 inches. well built like sonakshi sinha , fair , athletic, and very well endowed I guessed under my prying eyes . Perhaps her commuting 30 Km to & from from College every day on bicycle to college helped. . She was very poor in presentation. Her dressing sense was awful. In fact she looked more like a " kamwali " rather than girl who had graduated with honours in B Com . She used to wear very loose Salwar kameez and her Dupatta was always covering her head. That way she was rustic" Dehati" . She use to wear Sari in typical benaras style .Her accent was pure Banarasi akin to East UP setting. She was also a very traditional. pujeri type observing all fasts and used to conduct pooja every morning. She made a small pooja corner in the room and brought some statutes of shiv, hanuman and Lakshmi etc.. She used to touch feet to all elders every morning. She was what we term Sanskari; and very rustic village belle. But she was very beautiful ans an object of desire

One day while I was sitting on the bed with my feet touching the ground , she emerged from bathroom and bent down little too quickly to touch my feet. As usual, I put my hands on her shoulders for giving her blessings and signalled her to get up. But on that particular day she, after touching my feet tried to get up very fast as if she was in a great hurry. In process my both hands slipped from her shoulders and slipped on her through her body making a momentary contact with both her breasts ,I felt my both palms have hit some stones. I looked at her in disbelief . She did not notice my reaction and she moved on. This incidence did not generate ill feeling of any kind at that time and life went off as usual, but from within my mind always wondered on firmness and size of breasts.



To find a job for this kind of girl in industrial NOIDA was extremely remote unless she worked as unskilled labour in factory. But having done Graduation with honours in Commerce she was not to be suitable for job a factory worker,

In order to find vacancies I sounded all my friends and acquaintances . I also states subscribing to local Hindi and English news papers . She use to go through all vacancy announcements and classifieds and write applications. I used to sit with her and finalise applications and send them to prospective employers. I used to escort her to the interviews and discuss the outcome. Nearly a month passed without success or promise.


The days stated rolling by..Another day while I was sitting on the bed , she emerged from bathroom and bent down little too quickly to touch my feet. As usual, I put my hands on her shoulders for giving her blessings and signalled her to get up. That particular day she, after touching my feet as she tried to get up I let my both hands slip from her shoulders and rested my palms to make firm contact on both her breasts resting on the breasts little longer . I made it look as if it was an innocent touch. She realised the long rest. She smiled at me very shyly this time as she disappeared to kitchen.

This kind of unintentional touch became common. Usha made efforts not to come too close for this act to be repeated , while I was now extending my arms and palms seeking the feel of the breasts every time she came to touch my feet. . It all became an innocent game but it elicited guilt in me as her touching my feet was out of traditional respect while my efforts to seek touch and feel of her breasts in disguise of blessing were covertly sexual in nature.

To be continued..

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[plover1991]

CHAPTER 2 (Realisation)


Now I was escorting Usha for interviews almost daily. May be 2 or 3 on week ends.. In all interviews she flunked, She flunked badly.. She will not open her mouth to the employers ; Shy and always looking into the ground. Just nodding her head in answer in yes or no. Though I found her quite efficient in answering questions related to accounts but that too came in whispers and no one could make any meaning out of it. Basically She lacked confidence in facing people She was excessively shy..

I decided to get her employed as a sales girls in some neighborhood shops. She, because of her shy nature, was rejected , not being articulate at all. Finally one Lala decided to keep her as a store tally worker in his ware house. . She decided not to pursue this job further after a week. She did not like the atmosphere.

Frustration started building in me and we started quarrelling after each interview. I used to scold her pointing out the faults.


One Sunday I invited Rajiv to have dinner with us. All 3 of us gathered together and I started describing poor performance of Usha during interviews. .In few minutes my frustration overcame sanity, and I started scolding and shouting at Usha loudly. Rajiv was trying to pacify me and asking me to allow her some more time to get used to the urban life. She quietly slipped into the kitchen and stood by the kitchen slab sobbing. Seeing the change in atmosphere Rajiv told me to get her some training on the basic issues of speech, shyness and English etc . I hardly paid attention to what he suggested and I angrily asked him ""where is money for the training he was suggesting ? ". I told him angrily '' we are not rich like you , my salary is very limited and I have to manage within my own means '' Atmosphere was charged and he left for Gurgaon without taking dinner in disgust leaving us alone to our fate.


After some time my anger subsided. Usha was still standing staring aimlessly at the wall in front close to kitchen slab with her back to me. I could still hear her sobbing. I went to the kitchen and put me hands on her shoulders to calm her . She continued crying , now louder after my touch. After a minute or so I tried to turn her around to face me. She did turn around and what happened next was beyond my expectations. She pushed me aside and turned. Her eyes were swollen and and tears rolling down and full of anger. I Tried to wipe the tears but she pushed my hand away angrily.

In half sobs she asked me to send her back to the village. She was trembling in anger . She continued telling that she is unworthy of job expectations and sick of daily dose of sarcasm of " dehati" "buddhu",meek" ," illiterate, having no tongue to speak " etc etc.,,

What she told me next was more shocking. She told me that father had sent her out of Village in a desperation, Local goondas had been following her to college and few time tried to molest her several times , snatched bicycle , dupatta etc etc. Raju bahiyya a notorious strong man of the area having political connections had accosted her one day and asked her to come with him else he will have her lifted forcefully . Raju Bhaiyya's name was known even to me though I did not live in Mughalsarai. He was always in news for wrong reasons. He was involved in many cases kidnapping, dacoity rape etc.. He use to kidnap businessmen, rich boys and girls for ransom and young girls for satisfying his and his gang's lust.. No body had guts to oppose him. Local police also could not lay hands on him because of his high political connections. He dared came to our house one morning and demanded from my father to send Usha to him next day morning. else he will feel very sorry for rest of his life. Father got scared and left the village after dusk . Mother went to her parental house with my younger sister "kiran (14 years old.) and father & me came to NOIDA to seek safe asylum with me.

I was dumbstruck to hear all this. Babuji never told me of this when he came. Now I realized the reason for urgency of taking last train out of Mughalsarai,. I asked why didn't you tell me before? She replied father never wanted to get me disturbed.

Sobbing and with tears rolling down she continued her in anger, she continued " On one hand I been driven out of the house and shelter of my parents : and here she has to take daily insults from me. She also told me that the other girls where she worked for a week in the store, they too used to make fun out of her innocence and simplicity calling her" buddhu" " kamwali etc"

She was sick of hearing all this and wanted to leave immediately. She further added " I better go and surrender to local goondas there than to live here with me"

I had to muster courage to say " sorry" to her. She retorted back with red eyes full of anger and tears saying ...... I had no right to insult her in presence of of strangers. ""

Which Stranger? I asked ,

She retorted back ""wahi aapka pyara dost Rajiv.""

I immediately said " he has been my close friend for years . If I do not share my worries with him whom should I seek advice?

If he was such a good friend why did not leave the folding bed, and kitchen utensils even for a day when father had no place to lie down? I remembered first 2 nights after Rajiv pulled out we had difficult time in day to day management of the house. What kind of friend you have? and what right you have to insult me in his presence.?

With this she broke into uncontrollable sobs. If he was your friend, I am your sister. You can tell me any thing in privacy but not in presence of outsiders.

I tried to bring her out of the kitchen by holding her arm and pulling in direction of the room. She shrugged me off.

After initial resistance to move, she came after in toe very reluctantly.?

I do not recall how many times I had to ask for forgiveness and said sorry. I admitted my frustration . I told her that I respected her individuality but she has to realise that in order to survive in this city she has to work and earn .

Gaining some composure , she said, "" she has been brought up in the village and she did not have training to modern way of life. None of the girls in our village have this. English teaching is very rudimentary. No body talks in English""

The tirade continued, "Babujee spent all his life time savings on you to come to city and get educated. He sold his land and pledged his pension for you leaving very little for himself and rest of the family. He did not have enough resources to get me admitted to a decent College in nearby Varanasi. The entire family has sacrificed for you . We could not afford decent clothes and shoes. ;and this is what you are giving in return??"

""On one hand you did not allow parents do not educate me and my sister or train them for this kind of life and on other hand you are cursing us for being "dehati"" Sorry , Your expectations are very high from me . I which I cannot match them.""

I realised , I had to counter her .

I said loudly . " so what ?, now that Babuji has handed over the charge to me to take care , you have to follow what I say ; Now I have to educate you and make you up to date . Now you have to behave as I say and get out of the village mould. .. all this parda, duppatta , etc etc. you have to stop behaving as if you are in village.

My counter worked. She calmed down and suddenly stopped sobbing,

Seeing her gain the composure and less bitter, I told her politely " Look Usha, now onward we are to lead a new life. I can only be a catalyst or teacher but you as student have to learn and pass all exams . Henceforth you have to take all initiatives to change. I can only be a guide"

She snapped back " I am ready for the change but how?'

I assured her that I will help her change. She has just to follow.

""Don't you remember when Rajiv was saying about training etc? at least he was more constructive "" .I added.

""Yes I heard ,but that too requires money "" she replied in same breath?

" Money? is my problem, I snapped '' trying to gain hero's status.

Bitterness subsided . After little pause she assured me she is willing to do anything but I have to show the way and help her.

An uneasy calm prevailed between two of us and I decided to go off to sleep without taking dinner.

She also lied on the floor as usual still sobbing slowly but intermittently, My head was reeling and I went off to sleep.

At about midnight she woke me up pushed a plate with some roti & subji and asked me to eat.

I showed reluctance and said " "I feel sorry and I do not deserve any sympathy from you having scolded you in presence of my friend""

She said ,"" Bhai you can tell me anything privately . I will follow your instructions but cannot take humiliation in presence of any other person however friendly he may be to you"".


I invited her to eat out of my plate but she refused, She said "" she has no appetite ""

I pushed the plate back to kitchen and prepared to seep

She brought the food back saying " Accha chalo kha lo"

We ate together from same plate and went off to sleep

I asked her sleep on the cot and that day requested her to let me sleep on the floor for a change.

She did not allow me do that

I could not get proper sleep the whole night, thinking what to do next

I suspect ,Usha too did not get proper sleep either

Project modernisation was need of the hour

Next day I got up early . I was sitting on the bed observing her lying on the floor

She was sleeping in a loose fitting salwar and punjabi top

The top was torn and repaired at few places. Close observation showed her salwar was also worn and and attempt had been made stitch it back to make it usable...

Sho woke up. She was surprised to see me awake. She rushed to bathroom saying "neend lag gayee thi " ,

She had bath and emerged in another salwar suit in equally bad condition torn and showing sign of wear and tear.
The one she was wearing last night was already soaped and washed . She quickly spread on the wet cloth line for drying .

I suddenly woke up to realisation that she had only two worn out set of clothes in which she had managed for more that a month and she never complained about it. I had never seen a third set of clothes. This realization hit me hard.

She quickly bent and touched my feet as usual and offered me the morning cup of tea.


I was full of remorse for not having looked after the basic needs of my sister.

No wonder she was being called " kaam wali" "Jhaddo Poncha wali etc"

In today's world , how you dress determines your status.

She looked at me and asked " why I was looking at her this way.?"

I told her that I am sorry my behaviour last night

I told her that now onward I will try my best to bring her up to date for modern society even if I have to starve.

I asked her make a promise .

What promise?

I want you to promise that you will never threaten to go back to Mughal Sarai

She looked down the floor and said ""why? You are afraid of losing your sister to goons?""

Filled with emotion I got up held her by wrist , brought close and kissed her on forehead and said no one on this earth one can take my sister away from me.

I told her """Look, we have to work together . You should be determined to learn and adapt yourself to meet the challenge of living in big cities not be rigid and shy. I will try to generate self confidence in you provided you are willing to step out of the village mind set.""

She assured me she will follow all my instructions

I promised to return back early in evening to discuss the classified ads and applications in details after consulting some friends

I went off to work thinking where to start.

I called Rajiv and apologised for the last evening episode at my house in NOIDA. He was understanding and repeated all suggestions he had made last night.


The first need of the hour was to make Usha smart . Externally and personality wise too.

She had to have self confidence.

I returned back home and started going through the classifieds etc and applications to be sent next day.

After a while I commanded , let us go .""

Where?

To a shopping Mall.

She was thrilled. It was fist time that she was to have a feel of urban shopping.

I escorted her to a famous Mall in NOIDA as some grand bumper sale was in progress there..

Her jaws dropped seeing the modern store, lights, displays etc. We went to women section and picked a cotton tee shirt and a pair of jeans. She was reluctant to try it there. She tried several Jeans and came out of the trial room to take my approval. I was stunned to see the personality change by sheer change of clothes, I bought he a tight filling Jean an and a tight capri and a loose night gown . We chose a very loose fitting tee shirt as well . I selected a tight fitting short thin cotton tee shirt and asked her to try. She refused and and insisted that it would be waste of money as she will never wear the it. On my insistence however , she bought that short tee shirt as well. She also bought a high heeled sandal.

We returned home and asked her to try the tight fitting lycra capri and the tight tee shirt. After changing she emerged from the bathroom. I was stunned to see she sheer shape of her body. I imagined she must be 35(c) 26 34, Her hips and breasts were upright jutting out in two opposite directions.. She had put her duppatta on top which covered her head and breasts and open skin between tee and the top of the Capri . It was a tease for me. The short tee shirt and low Capri exposed a part of her flat tummy and belly button partially covered under drape of duppatta. She was a treat to the eyes. My eyes.

I captured some pictures on mobile and in one of the shots I got her without duppatta. I called her close and showed the picture for her to realize how smart she looked in these dresses.. She was still very shy while posing for me. I reminded her that she must not feel shy as in Mall she had seen for herself many young girls and ladies roaming about freely in similar or more provocative low cut dresses . She also has to be comfortable and move care freely in such attires.

She was still looking down to the ground and feeling shy after her first brief beauty parade in front of her brother. I stepped close to her and raised her her chin and asked her to make eye contact while talking to people. Her shy eyes met mine for a second in and and went down again looking into the ground. I lifted her chin once more and and kept holding her till she opened her eyes and kept looking straight at me. Now you always hold your head upright I commanded. She nodded to this suggestion.

All this while I had no desire of any other kind.

Next day I called Rajiv and told him of the shopping and how transformed she looks now. He told me that Usha is really a beautiful girl and she can develop into a good working woman. I asked him how to improve her personality? He suggested me to take her to some call centres.. This way she will be trained free on job for first one month, She will be offered a paid job only after she comes up to standard . I thought it was a brilliant idea. I finally got Usha engaged on temporary basis in a call centre . Training supervisor's eyes on physical personality was a sell off .. This call centre company was generating leads for selling insurance , loans etc. Their work is just to generate leads for the respective marketing team to work on. She joined the call centre training.

On second day of her training I motivated Usha to take off the dupatta from her head. I told her Dupatta is fashion statement for girls and should be put to cover what it is meant for,. You cover your head only in front of elders and God.

To which she reminded me that I am her elder out of respect she is holding dupatta on head.

"'Do not make me feel like grandfather at age of 26.'' I said

She laughed and took the dupatta off her head. It now concealed the two breasts which were never exposed except while trying the tee shirts . I was having better estimates of her fully grown breasts.


In a week I found a great change in her oratory skills. She used to discus few at home. I used to ask her to repeat and memorise the sentences in correct accent same again and again until she was perfected them . Our practice session always ended evaluation of quality of response . At the end of conversation she will ask " Kaya aap hamari services se satisfied hain? if satisfied then press button ""one"" and if not press button "'two 2' etc and to speak to a customer care executive..........etc etc. " We used to laugh at such animated discussions.

The tension between me and Usha started melting and and we were getting free with each passing day . Both is in action as well as behaviour. A new kind of informality was emerging when we could openly discuss her training , my job, my colleagues, cinema, etc

The daily " touch feet program " however continued. I had to change that too. One day I told her that your "touching feet" every day makes me feel as if I have become very old like father or grand father. We are only 4 years apart and should treat each other more like friends . She looked at me and questioned " so, how do I greet you?"

I said " do nothing,' say good morning, or shake hands or give hug?

She was very argumentative as she did not want her right to respect me compromised ,

After considerable deliberation on this subject she agree to gradually change . But she will decide which method to greet and when? It will be her option and not mine. I agreed and in desperation I said " achha baba jo tumhe suite kare wahi karo"

Rajiv dropped by for lunch one Sunday, Shila had cooked some Biryani . Shila was this time dressed in Jean and a loose top The moment he saw Shila , his jaws dropped. I noticed he was ogling at her without batting eye lids., I did not like it , During the course of lunch he told that Shila had improved all round in her personality.

I felt that Rajiv was,staring at her whenever she came close. I suspected there was an element of lust in his mind.. Usha never complained and went about her chores routinely. . Perhaps and she felt shy but could not speak or complain, She used to touch feet of Rajiv as well whenever he visited us an addressed him as bade bhaiyya.

At one point of time while Shila was was in kitchen, he whispered intimately to me " Yaar teri behan to bada ""pataka "" Hai ?" I did not like such cheap remark and flew into rage . Dared him loudly not to use these words again., Shila overheard the the commotion walked over and asked ,what is the problem now? . I said " nothing: and kept quite. Rajiv left after while after having Biriyani which appreciated several times and thanked Shila profusely and she bade fare well by touching his bade bhaiyas's feet.

Next day morning Usha emerged from the bath and approached me while was seated on edge of my bed waiting to go to toilet.. Instead of bending and touching my feet she extended her right hand in hand shake stance saying "good morning Mr Suraj" I was amused by this new way of greeting . She too burst into laughter. Her being naughty in nature was slowly beginning to emerge.

While shaking hand I gripped her extended palm tightly and pulled her lightly saying " good morning " The pull helped her walk close to me . I whispered " Good morning Miss Usha : this is better than touch feet ?. "

Her two stony breasts were now inches away my chest . I touched her chin and brought her face close to mine . " Don't you think a hug would have been better way to greet?' I suggested.

She looked at me in indecision , paused , as if she making her mind , and finally took a step and slowly inched to my waiting arms. . I could feel the pressure of her stony breasts in my chest. I kissed her on her forehead . I surely enjoyed this liked this five second hug . I let her go to walk to kitchen where teas was on over boil ,

She walked back with tea and sat besides me on the bed. Looking into the ground she asked ""what was the matter yesterday between you and Rajiv?" I again touched her chin and brought her eyes to face me. I said when talking to me you do not have to look to mother earth., You must feel confidence in talking to people, and I am your brother you have to must not feel shy to discuss things with me "

Buoyed by my talk to be confident , she raised her head looked straight into my eyes, cleared her throat and repeated the same question "what was the matter yesterday between you and Rajiv?"

""nothing"" I replied

She sternly asked me "' tell me the truth. ""

I told her that Rajiv called her "" Pataka"" which I did not like.

She looked at me in disgust and what kind of friends you have?

How dare he call me Pataka?

I was amazed on her new confidence.


There was a long pause

To ease the tension In added "" you are beautiful and SEXY woman while Rajiv is a normal with Manly instincts. "' He must have got carried away.

I emphasised the word "sexy" in my expression.

"'How dare can you call me sexy ,? You have no shame in calling your sister sexy?"" she retorted.


I decided to express what was true . I began stating what was matter of fact. I said you have pretty eyes , a pretty nose and your eyes are always looked mischievous. your lips are pink like rose and have killer smiles "" .You are tall, shapely which always invites men's stares. Your looks are better than that of Sonkshi Sinha. who is more like a tree stump , but you are so shapely and winked at her." "'What else. You are damn SEXY.'' I insisted rather than being defensive.

She looked in disbelief that her own brother will pay such compliments . She smiled and in feigned anger she asked "Do you also look at me the same way as Rajiv did "?

I winked and blurted "I am also a man and I cannot close my eyes.?

She, did not want to drift into this kind of conversation any further.

She asserted "You are also same, The other day while I was trying the dresses your stares were not very friendly? Tum sab mard ek hi thali ke chakki ke chatte batte hote ho ."

""Yes I am a MAN but different because I am your brother too. I have provide you with basic things ,food, shelter, clothing education. I have to be protective well, I have to bring happiness to you in whatever form you require"

'Main Tan Man Dhan Se Tumhe har tarah ki sukh dene ki koshish karoonga. Par Mard hoon aur Mard hi rahoonga""

I swept her off her feet with this talk.

Gaining confidence and further composure, as if to defend me , she said " Ya, but you are different because you are my brother and I do not see any lust in your eyes." "" But your friend had wolfish look in his eyes.

She left me confused. But a subtle transformation in our relationship had begun. We were more like friends than siblings. We could talk freely with each other.

With his conversation my own attitude towards Shila was changed.. I did not realize that I too had looked her with desire in the cloth store without harbouring any sexual feelings.

But my short praise of her beauty and her appreciation silently lifted her spirits.

More than her it lifted my spirits

All women love to believe that they are beautiful and attractive to men. Shila was no exception. She really was desirable and beautiful.

I wanted to make best use of this womanly instincts.


To be continued

 

[plover1991]

I wish to apologise for mistakes in Chapter 2 of story wherein ""sheila"" was inadvertently mentioned in place of of "" Usha"" - the main character of story I apologise for this error )


Now On with the story now.....

A partially transformed Usha was at least looking more urban than before. A lot was needed to spruce up her personality.

Usha was gaining confidence gradually , but she needed to generate enough income to support income for herself to be self confident..

She started taking home tuitions to class 3- and class 4 children of neighbourhood. In morning she used to go for call centre training . In remaining time she started teaching to augment income.


Morally I was now going through a difficult situation.. I think every brother in my situation would have sexual arousal for his sister who lives in such close proximity ,yet must not think of sexual advances let alone fucking her. You get a rare chance to live with such sexy woman but you can’t even touch her in a sexual way . What a miserable situation ! I was not able to stop my thoughts and my lust for my sister. Will I be able to control myself or even hide my feelings?

I wished such a situation should have never arisen. Now that it has arisen , what should I do?

I tried my best not to entertain such erotic thoughts for my sister. But every time I saw her beautiful face and shapely body , my carnal desires overcame sanity.

The desire gave way to rational thinking . A sharply split mind to signalled me to flow with the situation as presented itself and take chances carefully, only if it presented itself .

I trained my mind to have patience. I decided to to understand her feelings first. The taboo line that existed between two of us need to be stretched first. I had to judge her reactions and and respect her feelings ; I must not rush . I had to control my carnal desire.

Rationally, I decided to be should be extra friendly . I let her feel wanted . Strategy was worked out in mind. First to make some loose talk and proceed to touching her occasionally to gauge if she if she welcomed or objected my light flirting.

Results started showing up.

Routine light "good morning hug" was getting closer and tighter by day. It was all happening naturally without any extra effort on either part. I was beginning to get erection at each hug, Hopefully she did not notice .

These hugs fanned passion further . Whenever I realised that I was fast getting drawn in a forbidden desire for her. I must resist, I told myself . I decided to go slow.Extremely slow.

The situation presented itself soon. One month later she was offered formal appointment in call center as regular employee. She broke the news as soon I returned home from work. She was very happy . Jumping like a small kid she rushed on me and and hugged me tight . It was she who hugged me tighter this time. I put my arms on her back and pulled her into my tight embrace. The two stony breasts were poking into my chest kicked testosterone giving me an instant erection.

I thought this was right time for me to stretch the taboo line further without breaking it.

I put my head on her shoulders and nudged my lips on her neck, Her reaction was to this was electrifying. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer. It was innocent or sexual on her part I did not know . Our thighs were in close contact. My erection was over her thighs .. Thankfully both of us had thick denim jeans . . I bent down and put my face in the nape of her neck . I could feel her shallow breathing on her shoulder. She turned her head and her lips touched me, just below my ear. It made me groan a little. I tried to stifle my erection as I was not supposed to exhibit my lust openly. . I moved up to her neck behind her ears . I reached around to the side of her head and put my lips on her neck. We stayed like that for a little while. I could feel her chest up against mine.

Her breathing got heavy . In retrospect I guess it was emotional transformation into sexual desire. I could feel the nipples through the fabric. I opened my mouth and put my tongue on her neck. It was a bit salty, but smooth and warm. She turned her head and rubbed her cheeks against mine lightly as she smiled .

I pulled out of the embrace quickly . I did not want her to notice my erection on her thighs. My guess is that she perhaps enjoyed this full body contact. She released her arms around me and walked back sheepishly smiling and looking into the ground. Totally confused. I sensed some degree of arousal in her.

It was reflected on her face of unsatisfied looks. Perhaps she wanted to remain little longer of tight embrace.

Her getting the full time job in call centre was a major achievement for her. I emphasised and made her realise that the new sense of dressing, , effective communication ,overcoming the shyness brought about the changes I was seeking. She felt obliged and said without my guidance she could not have achieved what she has achieved by now, I also reminded that there are many more miles to go and she has to ready to become Bindas.

She was very happy. Electrified , she was jumping in joy . Like small baby.

""Look result of hard work has paid."' I said.

""Yes Yes , I followed exactly what you said."' she replied.

I reminded her that there is lot more to be done and she has to follow my instructions however difficult it may look.

She readily agreed and expressed that she is already committed to follow my instructions.

""I will do whatever you say bhai"

I was very happy too. I proposed that we will celebrate this new job for her.

We prepared for the celebrations on Saturday. I had borrowed a bike from a friend of mine for 2 days. My idea was to take her around and show places in Delhi . We had never gone out of NOIDA ever she landed with father.

We were getting dressed . I demanded her to be dressed well and suggested to wear that short white tee shirt and black capri we bought in last shopping spree..

She was still feeling shy and asked 'how can I go in such a dress out doors ?.'

She showed reluctance.

'Why not? You have an extremely attractive figure . There is nothing to feel shy about.''

""Do as I say " I reprimanded in a stiff tone.

She disappeared to change the dress

After a while she walks up in slow motion to me , with her head down in shame ; dressed exactly as I had asked for.

The tight T shirt had was stretched to limits and her breasts clearly visible, through the dupatta

There was a small gap between the T short and Capri , and her belly button came in sight often as she moved around,.

She was looking terrific.

I feigned as if I will faint after seeing her. She smiled on my acting and put a dupatta to cover her top.

""That is like a good girl"" so you follow my instructions now?""

""YES SIR "" she said LOUDLY and emphatically in typical military style.

She was looking at the ground all the while feeling extremely shy at the same time..

Loud shouting was intended to show that she was trying to overcome her shyness.

In a swift move , I caught hold of her by arm and pulled her in front of the dressing table. Switched on the light and asked her to stand straight and look at herself in mirror. I stood closely behind and I pushed her to the edge of the table so that she can go no further. I was standing close behind so that she cannot go backward.. She was wedged between me and the dressing table. Her head was bent down to look at the floor feeling shy.

Now I had a beautiful statute standing in front of me . With all the light falling on her she was just looking like an angel..

With one hand I pushed up her chin to raise her face. I asked her look at herself in mirror. I peeled the dupatta off and showed in mirror the how beautiful she looked. I stood parallely behind her very close, my pelvis lightly in touch with her buttoks. I was holding her on two sides at shoulders. My face was side by side along hers.

I started from top. After praising her long black hair which flowed almost to her buttocks , I pinched her cheeks and appreciated her being fair and dimple, I ran my index finger over her beautiful eyes and leaning forward kissed both of them saying she has big eyes like a"" hiran "". I also said your eyes are very mischievous. Then I put my finger on her nose and rested on lips describing they looked like boat. My finger travelled south on her shoulders , removed long hair covering them , and bared the long ""Surahidar gardan"" ( long slender neck)., I gave small peck on her neck. She felt tickled and smiled.

Her shyness was beginning to disappear slowly.

I slipped my palms down from her shoulders near to her elbows close alongside the two jutting breasts. I held my hands longer close breasts without saying a word.

In the mirror she was looking at me.

Since I was silent she asked me "ho gayee meri tareef? Aab Chalen? """

"No abhi Bahut baki hai " I told

"" To bolo na , ruk kyon gaye ? She demanded.

I felt encouraged and pointed out by index fingers on both her breasts slightly rubbing her breasts from the sides and asked " Aisi figure tumne kahin dekhi hai?

I had muster lot of courage to ask this.

She was quite. Showed no reaction.

I raised my in held her arms close to the breasts with her facing the mirror and with my eyes focussed on two mounds. I questioned , have you seen anything like this ?

This time she felt very shy and brought up her arms to cover the breasts. I pulled her arms down and staring at the boobs I asked her " don't they look so shapely ?

Her face was flushed with shyness , smiling softly as she looked down . She pretended to wriggle out lightly. I did not allow her to move from my front
and pushed up her chin once gain to face the mirror.

She was standing still like a statute. Not speaking a word .

Time ticked by.

I do not know how; , she suddenly picked up courage and said " Yeh desi hai bhai " I got it in inheritance.""

''Kya matlab?"" I asked

""Yeh khandani hai bhai sahib."" she said clearing her throat.

""Kya?"" I was foxed at the answer.

""Muumy. Kiran. Nani, , Sushila ,Kaushlya ( my married sister cousin from Masi) sab ki aisi hee hai.""

""Yeh solid cheese sirf hamare khandan men hai"" She said proudly.

I did not expect this reply.

Expressing surprise I asked "" Nani our Maa ki bhi?""

""Unki to thodi umar ho gayee par Kaushlaya Didi our Kiran ki aur bhi sakht hain? Unke samne main kutch nahi ""

""What ? how do you know that."" I asked

No answer for a while.

""How do you know? My curiosity was turning into anxiety."" I repeated my question.

""Last year when Kauslya Didi husband ( Jijaji ) came home he offered Rs 500 to one whose breasts were firmest?

""What? He Examined all of you? who won? "" I asked all questions in one breath

No No Kaushlya Di DI did not allow the contest to proceed .

Not to loose track, I asked"" how do you know that Kushlya's and Kiran's breasts are more firm than you?""

No reply.

I repeated the question again.

""One time when we had gone to Mama's house. Nani was insisting on all girls to drink milk. We were trying to make fun that doodh peene se kya fayda?

She explained by drinking milk that breast become firm and girls become better mothers to nurse their own children. To this she showed her own breasts. Bhai you wont believe she is 75+ but her breasts were drooping down but still very firm.

It was Nani who examined brestas of all girls and announced that kaushlya was winner and Kiran was close second.

I cannot believe this"", I said

""Mummy was there you can ask her"" She blurted out.

""Soon realising her mistake, she said bhaiya yeh baat kisi ko nahi batana. Please kasam khao""

I had hearty laugh at her innocence.

I said Main Kasam nahi khata , but I promise I wont tell any thing to any one,

""Whatever you tell me in will remain with me and whatever happens between two of us should also remain between us

Ok ! Promise?'' I asked

"" Promise ""she replied.

My erection tapered off fast, as mind switched to mentally sizing breasts of my younger sister Kiran and two other cousins

Now she was not shy any more and was chirping like a bird.

Her new found confidence in me was showing .

I moved my hands on her shoulders and gave a hard squeeze on her arms.

They were solid muscles.

I complimented "" are you made of stone or what??

Her reply was very funny.

She added "you know why people prefer desi chicken over broiler?

""You know desi murgi isn't it?""

""yes "" I replied.

I was flabbergasted by comparison.

""I am Desi. All the girls whom I have seen in NOIDA particularly punjabis are like broiler chicks. Beautifully made up fat ; no muscles or strength inside.

I can walk long distance . cycle for kilometers, but here, even boys do not exercise and depend on scooter or taxi."" She claimed with pride.

She spoke all things with such an ease with unbelievable innocence.

My erotic thoughts were gone. A feeling guilt started to grip me.

To make it light I said "" Next time when I go to Nani's Place I will organise the contest to see whose breasts are firmest.?
This time the prize money will be Rs 1000 /- "" I proudly announced.

""Who will be the judge? Will you ask Jijajee?""she asked.

""No ! I will be the judge"" I added

She pushed me back ; hit me hard with a back kick of her elbows adding "Sharm nahi aati aisi bat kate hue? Kaise koi bahi aisa sonch skat hai""

This brought my erotic thoughts and designs to Zero.

I did not want to get carried away in and loose lot of ground I had covered,

Braving her comment I added "par main aisa sonch sakta hoon""

"" Gande"' was short comment.

 

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CHAPTER 3 B

Still standing behind I held my hands over her arms close to the boobs little longer , I added ""yeh to prize winning stuff lagata hai""

I was still staring her at breasts while she was watching me in the mirror .

Pointing to her breasts I added "" Main to issi par Rs 1000/ bet karoonga, judge koi bhi ho""

"" Arre tum apni sage behan ki itni tareef mat karo, aur bhi hain Mughalsarai men"" she cut me short.

I slid my hands down. I brought my hands on sides of her narrow waist and squeezing them I said your waist is like coke bottle.

Standing behind I lifted her T shirt and tugged the Capri little lower to reveal her belly button, and in quick move poked my one finger into it

This tickle made her push me behind using her well formed and muscular bums to disengage

As she turned , I patted ...no ,, slapped hard her hips and added ""yeh kisi ki bhi neend uda sakte hain., ""

She turned around and in some anger she told me "' meri jhoothi tareef band karo""

Not deterred by her comment I said '' Tum sunder ho to bol diya, aage se nahi bolunga""

She looked at me with surprise and started posing herself in mirror in different angles., examining herself with from top to bottom as if to ascertain if she was really as good as I had described.?

After a close selfie examination in mirror, she looked into my eyes and smiled and mischievously asked " aap kahin mujhe bana to nahi rahe?''

" I swear "No' I replied. I am so sincere to you.

" Ek baat bolun? I asked

Sure go ahead.

Bura to nahi manoogi?

Aisi kya baat ho sakti hai?

Kutch nahin I started to withdraw.

Are pucho to sahi ; tum bhi ladkiyon ki tarah sharma rahe ho?

"Clearing my throat I blurted out "You know Usha, I wish I was not your brother. ""

As if to ignore my question, she quickly replied back ,"" Ha Ha Ha and .....besides being brother, you are also my friend, philosopher and guide "

""Aapne mujhe gaon ki ganwar ladki se ek modern girl ban diya . Thank you Bhaiya""

To add spice to conversation I told her "" Do not to thank "" bahiya"" but to thank me as a ""friend"" .

Koi bahi apne behan ko modern nahi bana skata.

""Woh kyon ? '' she asked

""Kyonki bhai behan ke rishte me bahut bandhan hain"""I replied.

""As bother I cannot instruct you properly to become modern"' I added

""But I have promised you that I will follow all your instructions. " she replied without second thought.

Smilingly and very innocently she added , "you have a double role in my life as we see in movies. As a brother as well as friend ."

In her reply I saw a escape route for myself to I push my advances to next level.

To put a seal of approval on my new designation as "friend '', I patted her back and said " OK my ""friend""let us go. Let us celebrate" we are getting late,


Now it was time to show her the world of opportunities. or the darker side of urban life.

By now I had a feeling of attraction to Usha in a different way now. At the same time I was afraid of her innocence and our delicate relationship. . My mind was in turmoil. Whether to push the relationship further ; or stay there.

With these conversations I concluded that so far Usa has been cooperating with me in her modernisation program and I am having some side benefits on sexual front.

I decided to encourage her to be an active partner in what ever I did . After all she was object of desire for any man .

I was no different.

So what if she was my sister.? I told myself.

In order to to this I had to make her feel that whatever I did were quite natural .

She went on to put on her sandal , as I picked up bike keys. She also draped herself with an extra stoll to cover her bare shoulders. I did not like it , but I let it her way.

She fist sat on mobike with both feet on one side. I rode this way for some distance and stopped. Then I asked her to sit on the bike with both her feet apart one each side of the mobike. She got down and sat on the bike with her feet apart. Now I could feel her breasts on my back during occasional breaking, Purposely I was giving her jerks by breaking hard.

To have better erotic touch of the breasts I asked to hold me to avoid falling down in ride. Now she put her hands on my shoulder to balance herself ,She was still maintaining a safe distance . Breasts could be felt only on hard breaking.

I turned around and showed her some couples riding the bike holding each other tight.

It is an usual scene in NOIDA /NCR for the boys in helmet and girls riding tight embrace with girls having their face fully covered like commandos . It is done to protect their identity. and enjoying the intimacy at the same time. She looked at the couples and mumbled "" they are close friends, isn't it? That is why they are riding like this""


When I stopped the bike on a traffic signal , and explained. ""Close friends or relatives , does not matter. Safety requires both riders to stay close to maintain gravity. "

I turned back and asked her to hold me at waist which will protect us from falling down. She inched forward
as her thighs touched my hips and asked "" aab thik hai?"

No satisfied , I asked her to hold me tight. She came forward and held me in tight embrace from behind. Now both her breasts were in constant contact with my back . I was deriving immense pleasure from such close contact my prick in trousers started getting out of control.

Another traffic light she wrapped her stoll over her head and became another commando. She did this as stoll was difficult to be held in place while riding mobike.

As her palms were slipping from my stomach dropping close on my erection during ride . I got a scared that all the pretensions will be lost if she puts her hand on my rod.

To avoid this I asked her to hold me tight. Her hands moved up from my thighs to waist.

Whenever her breasts lost contact with my back , I applied breaks . This game continued. . I stated enjoying the feel . I called the firm breasts " Bihm and Arjun" Bhim because it felt like a " Gada " and arjun because it had pointed arrow like nipples on top. I kept on telling her ' Bhim and Arjun " are causing lot of problem for me. She did not understand. She thought Bhim and Arjun may be individuals in my office troubling me,


I took her to Kutub Minar first. She enjoyed the visit. Her attempt to hold the famous iron pillar with both hand touching behind, gave me chance to see her figure and breasts jutting out in prominence,

Now onwards on all rides on mobike was fun. Her both breasts were pressed on my back . Her head covered , I started to enjoy the ride as sexual expression. I applied hard breaks to have addition feel, She did not seem to mind..

It was around noon that we reached Buddha Garden. It was full of couples hiding in privacy of the bushes and involved in necking and petting. Some couples were exploring each other under their clothes as we noticed.

Usha was stunned to see this "". Hai Raam , how can they be so besharm? she looked at me and asked?""

""Isme besharmi kya hai? "' I replied.

They like each other and have no place to go away from prying eyes of their parents and neighbours that why they are here.

We kept walking hand in hand giving impression that we are lovers too. After some time one vendor selling cold drink came close to us and asked if need a cold drink? We shook our head in in negative. He then asked if we are scouting for a safe place to make love ?

Assuringly he said sir I have some very safe spots where you can do any thing? Any thing ?samjhe na? I will guard .

I asked how much and will charge ?

Sir only Rs 100 per hour. The vendor replied.

Usha pulled my hands to ask as to why I am asking this question.?

She was sweating . I waived her to be quite. The vendor escorted us to a secluded place where we saw one couple undressed waist downwards trying to fuck. Usha was shocked to see this . The facilitator said , ""this couple is are about to finish. we will Come back after 10 minutes.""

Promising we will come back we headed back.

As we walked out of the Park. Usha was in rage and angrily asked as to " why you were trying to negotiate with the facilitator and why we should come back in Park.? She asserted that she will never come back, here. . She was literally in tears as we walked back .

Innocently I tried to explain " these couples came to the park to they had no privacy at home or elsewhere. ."

""Then why we are here? we have a room to ourselves; "" she blurted out

Realising mistake in choosing words she quickly corrected by adding " ...and we did not come here to do any galat Kaam ?"

It was time for me to make fun. I told "' Humlog ka ghar to hai par koi galat kaam karte hai kya?""

She looked at me in some disbelief and gave me a punch on back. She then pulled me by arm towards exit of park.

On way I explained that my purpose of bringing her there was to show her reality of this world.

Afterwards jokingly I added , "later if you find a boy friend , now you know where to go"

She firmly held my arm and announced she is not going to have any boyfriend. You are the boy "brother "and ""friend"" as well.

Double Role Bhul Gaye ??

This assertion of her buoyed my mood further as the line between the " brother and boy friend' I realised was getting an overlap.

Then we went to Indraprastha park on ring road and witnessed similar scene of couples trying to make out behind the bushes.

She did not want to see all this and announced she is hungry and announced let us go and have some food.

We rode back to NOIDA and went to a restaurant. Ordered some food to her choice. I also wanted to order some beer

Before I did that, I asked if I could order a beer?.

She was surprised at my question

Her initial reaction was " Hai ram tum sharab bhi pite ho??"

"Yes, shaher me sab pite hain. Ladka ho ya ladki. It is way of life here and a way to celebrate : I added.

Letting her feel power of authority I added " Meri Amma please promise first that you will not disclose this to parents.

Only then I will order a drink. ''

I explained that Beer is not a " sharab" It is very light. suggested her to try as well.

I also showed the tables around where most of the families were drinking and having a good time. Many ladies were also drinking . She reluctantly permitted me to order the beer. Waiter assuming we were couple , brought in two glasses. I poured about half a glass for Usha as well .

She questioned why I poured in two glasses? I asked her to calm down.

I persuaded her to test a bit . She was very reluctant , later on my persistence she agreed to taste it. She almost spit the first sip. She did not like the taste or smell of it. I explained it takes few more sips to get used to it. I told her you need not be shy in trying it once. . It relaxes people when they feel tired. She started sipping alternating it with sip of water,

She hardly drank one quarter of glass , but a symbolic beginning had been made.

Then I joked, "'Now I can tell mother that Usha also drinks.""

In reply she hit me on my arms to show displeasure.

I was happy that a new beginning has made. Drinking is a catalyst in seduction every one knows.

It could well serve later in relaxing her when time comes.

I questioned myself, Will such a time come??"

After late lunch and some beer we moved to a Mall nearby.

We had planned to do some grocery and she wanted to visit women's section. We went to women's section first.

Like a small child she was jumping from one counter to another trying to feel various clothes, some time draping them over her body and looking into the mirror etc etc. Usha like any other woman liked to dress well and feel pampered on looking good.

She walked into the undergarments and nightwear section. She was ill at ease, me following her in all the sections. I felt that she wanted to be left alone. I let her do her own shopping in privacy.

From a distance I had witnessed her particular interest in nightwear , bra and underwear section. Not to embarrass, I parted company temporarily.

I informed her that I will do grocery in meanwhile as I moved away. When I returned I found her in cosmetic section. I helped buy whatever she wanted. I was her adviser on shades of lipstick and nail paint etc. We wrapped up and started going back to the parking in the Mall.

There was a unisex saloon right in the exit corridor.

It was an open place surrouded by glass. A lot girls were having hair cut. foot massage etc. She stepped in to peep inside with curiosity .

I suggested "" why not you have a hair do here?"'

She looked at me questionably and asked for approval.

I nodded and we stepped inside the parlour.

After suggestions of a beautician there , she selected a particular style & cut and asked for my opinion".

I approved what she had chosen considering she had long hairs diffult to maintain.

She settled down for a hair cut .


In order to while away some time, I reclused myself and went to the ladies section of the Mall once again

Here I picked up a nice looking 2 piece pink nighty set.

The inner one was very transparent with spaghetti top . Lengthwise I guessed would have extended just below the thigh.

The outer set was was longer to go up to ankle , half sleeved with buttoned in front and relatively opaque. The material was thin and crush proof. Though expensive I decided to buy it. I wanted to buy a bra as well. But not knowing the exact size I left it for another occasion.

I ran back to the hair saloon. She was almost done. I hid my purchases in the grocery bag.

It was 6 in evening and I asked her if we could have dinner before we go home.

She expressed it was too ealry for dinner and we should go home and order pizza or she will cook some light dal cahwal as we had a late heavy lunch.

I was also tired . We came back home.


to be contined...

 

[plover1991]

CHAPTER 4 ( Mental Unblock)

We returned home.

As we rode back on feeling of her pocking breasts I made me repeatedly announced to her that " ye Bhim aur Arjun bahut tang kar rahe hain"

Reaching home she asked me who are these Bhim and Arjun? She thought some one in my Office.

I told her that I will disclose later..

After freshening ourselves she took the grocery bag to settle things in place.

She was surprised to see the bag containing night wear I had bought,

How did this come here? I did not buy these.? she asked.

I admitted to have bought this for her. She was overcome with emotions. I told her that I had seen her closely examining this kind of stuff in store and did not want my sister to be deprived of what she was longing to have.

She came close and hugged me lightly out of affection.

I asked her to try these new purchases.. Like a small kid overjoyed with happiness she sprinted to the toilet and came back with both inner and outer nightwear on her.

I was stunned to see the transformation.

"You are looking like a Pari ( angel ) in this." I commented.

"Do I ?," she said in disbelief and walked to the mirror , bending turning, going up and down to see her own body from all angles.

"Usha, You should do some modelling? You look so beautiful in new dress and new hairdo.Even best of models do not measure to you,"

She was thrilled to hear this,

I asked her remove the outer wear so that I can see the inner looks on her.

Undecided for a minute, she said, "bahiya, it is very transparent and short,"

"So what? You are in your room with no outsider looking at you?

Come on Usha do not feel shy," I tried to help her overcome her own indecision.

She went into the toilet She very shyly appeared in the room in the short nightie with spaghetti top covered under her dupatta.

Dupatta carefully covered the top and did not reveal much.

Dupatta howevr failed to cover the Long legs and exposed milky white thighs. Transparent nightie exposed her undergarments.

Her thigh were comparable to best of the models who appear on the page 3 of English national dailies.

The sight kicked my hormones.

I touched her shoulders and asked asked her to turn for a profile view.

I asked her to momentarily remove her dupatta. She was very reluctant .

I did not want to rush.

I took a photo on my mobile with dupatta and long exposed legs .

She walked to me and asked "Sir How do I look ? Press "one if you satisfied with the services and press ONE ; Press 2 to speak to the for supervisor" in tone of a call centre operators

I asked "which is Number One?" pointing at her breasts.

Without realizing meaning of my question she looked down to her right breast aimlessly.

Without wasting any time I put my left palm on her right breast and pressed lightly in one quick motion.

She did not anticipate this move and was stunned for a moment. Perhaps trying to digest this "unwelcome touch"

I did not waste much time to let her mind to start thinking negatively .

I looked at her and said "you only asked me to press one for customer feed back "

Gaining composure next second she said : ""Sir I asked you to press an Burtton: not thee whole system.''

Emboldened I pointed my index finger towards he right nipple . She pulled back abruptly to avoid my fingers hitting her nipples.

I too made light of it as if nothing happened and laughed off lightly.

I nearly got away from a tight situation developing.

I realised I had taken a step forward but fell a step backward looking at reaction I got after touching her breast

I moved towards her and pulled her into light embrace ,.

Taking her in arms I stated play with her newly trimmed hair; parting them , caressing ,combing them with fingers , pulling them , patting them as if she was a small baby.

I caressed her her cheeks and let her feel like a small baby

" Usha you are so beautiful " I announced " I wish I was not your brother."

I pushed her back , broke free from my arms asked her to stay back for a minute.

Why? she asked.

I stopped her, and said let me enjoy your sight. " Thodi der Annkh to sekne do? "

She blushed and said " tum bhi gande ho" moved away, I saw her swinging buttocks disappear in toilet .

She changed to her usual salwar suit and came and sat beside me on the bed.

She looked a little serious and innocently told me " Bhai tumne ek din men meri ankhe khol di. Mujhe nahi maloom tha ki aisa bhi hota hai Dilli aur Noida men all the boys and girls are are so besharm here. What will happen if their parents come to know about it.?

Dekha aapne ? Park men kaisi gandi harkat kar rahe the?''

It was my turn to make her comfortable with her new found realisation and accept the change or rather be a part of it.

I told her the world has moved fast forward in last 20 years. India has moved faster than the world. Benaras and Mughalsarai have remained stuck in past and tradition Here boys and girls get the freedom from their society and and are free to do what they like..

I wanted to be more explicit now and added, when one attains age of 16+ there is biological phenomenon of opposite sexes getting attracted one another. other.

This is like animal instinct . Haven't you seen birds taking to the skies in freedom? Do they have society to tell them where to fly and whom would they nest with.

It is quite natural between young people to get attracted enjoy themselves in freedom as long as they wish. There are no parents and chachas to stop them here.

To probe further I added, you are so attractive, you will find your own call centre colleagues taking chances on you. Tum jaisi sunder ladki par to sab line marenge?

She felt pleased with this observation of her being beutiful and replied, " Na baba na, Main kisi aise waise ke sath baat bhi nahi karti. Han appka dost Rajiv phone karke line marne ki koshis karta hai.

Yeh sun kar mere kan khade ho gaye. "" Tumne batya kyon nahin? ""

""Bhool Gayee thi. Kya batati, sala itna kamina hai, khat (cot-bed) , bartan , bister sab le kar Gurgaon bhag gaya. Woh kamina hai. Usko sonchana chahiye tha ki kam se kam pita jee ke rahte woh bister or bartan to chood deta? Main usko maaf nahi karoongi . Use main lift nahi deti,

In order to take this conversation further, I told her her she looks very hot and any boy will try to become friendly to you?

Rajiv bhi to ek normal Mard hai.

Mard to tum bhi ho, par tum to aise nahin ho?

I did not want to loose this opportunity. I said Man bhi ek normal mard hoon . Par fark hai ki mai tumhara bhai hoon. Phir bhi meri koshis hai ke mai tumhe har tarah ka sukhi rakkhon.

Tumhari marji ke begair main tumhe choo bhi nahi sakta , haath lagana to door ki baat hai . I wanted her to realise that my advances are with her consent.

She retorted back." hath to lagaya tha, by pressing the button? Woh kya tha?"

She reminded me when I had intentionally touched her breasts.

You did not like it? I asked

No , it is not like that, I also treat you as a friend as well, But still I am afraid.

Afraid of what?

Dont be silly. I will not do anything to hurt you. I am trying to make you worthy of this society so that eventually you become independent prosperous and choose a husband of your won choice. Else Babuji will marry you to Jamindar or some Railway clerk in UP?

Turning serious I said ""Look Usha, I am sure you know that you are hot and young. I am also Mard and we live together. There could be occasions when sparks could fly. It is only normal.

I stopped to gauge her reaction.

She remained silent . After while I proceed to add a clincher ""Such instances should not spoil your mood. Be broad minded and enjoy every minute , Jindgi no milegi dubara.""

Most girls you had seen in park with their boy friends will get married and settle down in one two years . They will have children and will have family to raise"

Saab Maje khatam ho jayenge. Jitne maje lene hain abhi le lo. yeh samay dubara nahi ayega.."

She kept staring at me as I talked. I was trying to give a direction to her life. I wanted her to be an equal partner in pleasure or sin .

Then I said your training has just begun there are many more stages to go. Do not start applying breaks of narrow mindedness.

Bindas bano , Khul ke jiyo

She was listening to all this in rapt attention , smiled and said ""yes boss, I will follow your instructions.""

I smiled at my success in seduction and to hammer the nail I added "" If you do not follow my instructions, I will lodge a consumer complaint by pressing button two. ""

I pretended to push for her second breast, but she backed off.

We both laughed off this serious talk.


Next day being Sunday was to be spent at home.

She retired on floor and I hit the bed on cot,

I switched off the light and asked her in darkness if she would like to see a movie tomorrow. She agreed happily


We kept talking in darkness and she expressed that she was proud of me that I am taking good care of her,

She also expressed her unhappiness over my taking drinks . She kept pleading that I should refrain from drinking

The we talked about my negotiation in Budhha Garden vendor . She was so embarrassed . She thought it was not necessary for me to take there..
I could have orally informed her.

.I explained that, I did that with a purpose so that she she should have first hand experience of what is happening around the world.

I defended my occasional my drinking in bar . When she realised that there is big price difference in drinking at Bar and drinking at home she reluctantly agreed for me to bring
home liqure if I must.

She reminded me that she is committed to me and will do every thing that pleased me but within limits.

From the prolonged heart to heart talk in darkness I could conclude that she was ready when it comes to making SMALL compromises in moral values .


We debated what is SMALL and what is BIG to a great extent. Debate lasted full half an hour. I purposely avoided explicit sexual advances from the scope of debate.The conclusion was that we will do everything that pleases both of us. The is no rigid diving line so long as one of us does not ask the other to stop................ giving reasons. If one stops the other from crossing the laksman rekha .\, he or she must explain why and where laksman rekha is being crossed.

Yes sun kar man hi man main bahut khush ho raha tha. Lag raha tha main is khel me jeet jaunga.

She was full of exuburance in telling me that she will look after me in absence of parents ALL HER LIFE

She will look after me ALL HER LIFE came for discussions in and ended up in sexual manner.

""What happens if you move away after marriage ?"" I challenged her life time comment.

""To kya hua tumahari bibi bhi to ek din ayegi na ? ""she teased

Progressing the discussions further in sexual direction I asked "to kya shadi tak tum bibi wala kam bhi karogi"?

She was annoyed with this remark . She got up , switched on the light .

Faigning anger she punched me hard on my buttocks.

She gulped a galss of water in one go and offered me one with a very mischievous smile on her face,

As if she is overcoming this verbal suggestion.

"'AAb chup chap so jao. Aisi bekar baten mere se mat karo "" she said with a broad smile . She switched off the light

I was thrilled to hear this and my internal fear of having touched her breast disappeared.,

I was excited with this talk and could not contain my hardness.

I quietly walked to bath room and jerked myself off.

When I returned to the bed Usha was stlll awake. She asked are you OK?

"'Yes why' I asked.

''I heard some strange noises, 'she said, ''and you took so long''

Mujhe bhi jana hai ''Main kab se daba kar rakhi hoon lagata hai pet phat jayega''

''Sawere se bahut pani pee liya tha so nikalne me n deri ho rahi thi,'' a lame excuse I gave.


Not loosing a moment of fun I added '' If there was such an emergency you could have knocked and come to pee. We could have peed together??

She again got up slapped me on thighs this time as I was sleeping on my back missing my dick by few inches. I gimmick-ed in pain as she rushed to pee.

On return we said good night and slept

I could not sleep for a long time and felt a sense of victory

It is no small job to turn a tradition driven shy girl into a modern forward looking bind-as lady.

I released my trap was closing on her quickly


.. To be continued

Suggestions welcome.

 

[plover1991]

CHAPTER 5 (Physical Chemistry)


Nexty day Usha was up early, When I got up I was delighted to see Usha in her new night gown, both inner and outer,

She looking fresh from bath and attractive in new attire. I was sitting on my bed with feet touching the ground when she pulled a cahir in the front
and asked me to move little away so that she can put her feet on the bed. Her hands were occupied with nail pint, brush etc.
I made way for her to sit on the chair and lift the her feet to put on the bed opposite me.
In process the nightie which was on top of her knees and one at bottom separated giving me a good glimpse of her upper thighs and white underwaer (chaadi ) she was wearing also came in my view.

She looked at me and saw what I was looking at. She quickly pushed the nightie between her thighs and and continue to apply nail paint.
I was observing her closely as she applied nail pint in her feet. I observed her feet had silky brown hairs and needed attention.
When her eyes met mine, I said you have such beautiful long legs but what these hairs are doing here.?

With this I plucked a bunch of hairs near her ankle applying two fingers . She gimmick ed in pain.

I told her leave the nail paint, I will have the her manicured and pedicured tomorrow. She was very happy. She complimented me for taking such good care of her

As we rode the bike she without asking put her feet on both sides of bike and held me at my waist . Her boobs started rubbing my back. In order to feel them better I applied breaks some times unnecessarily. On bike I complained once again of Bhim and Arjun giving me trouble.She wanted to know who these trouble makes were? I told her that I will let her know when opportunity arises.

We headed for a romantic action movie. Hall was almost empty with couples sitting apart. Most of them had their own agenda of trying take best advantage of darkness. As our eyes got adjusted to darkness she saw the couples engaged in necking petting . Some of them were locked passionately in kiss , I pointed out to Usha where a girl was trying a blow job on her boy friend. Her eyes popped out to see that scene. On the seat right ahead of us the girl and boy were feeling each others genitals. The atmosphere was very sex-citing. No one was paying attention to movie.

She looked at me and asked what the couples will do , when they out of the hall , what will they do next ?

I tried to explain, for most it is only place they can meet and engage themselves sexually so they will separate and go to their respective houses ? Some may end up in a hotel room to satisfy their lust.

She wanted to know if they will if this the same story as she had seen in park? I said yes but difference is that it is air conditioned and dark so more fun.

She asked me what fun I was having with her.? I quickly put my hand over hers on the common arm of chair and inter wound my fingers with hers and squeezed , Our skins were in close contact for rest of movie.

After about 20 minutes of restless rubbing of arms and fingers , she lifted my arm and put over her shoulder. My arm was now hanging loose from over shoulder which she held by her other arm and put my palm in her palm. Now I was tweaking her fingers again , My arm occasionally touching her right breast which she did not seem to mind.

I let it brush occasionally harder but made no attempt to squeeze., We were now sitting more like lovers. I could feel she breathing heavily. Suddenly lights came on and every one was trying to get their clothes in proper place, I just took my hands off her shoulders and we walked out of the hall.

After movie we went to a restaurant for lunch. Again we had long discussions over ordering drinks. She was hell bent for not to order drinks . We argued for long time. I asked her main reason . She said she did not like taste of it.

.I some how prevailed over her. This time I did not order beer, I asked for Bacadri with coke, She seem to enjoy it more than beer as taste and smell were more acceptable to her.. I ordered food of he promising better taste, . She liked the taste and started taking the drink as if she if drinking water. I asked her to go slow . I did not want her to get intoxicated then and there. , She had two small pegs. By the time lunch was over she was felt quite tipsy .. She seemed to like it.

It also signaled me to open little more explicitly

I asked her to why she pulled her arms over her shoulders in cinema hall?

In order to gain innocence, I told her that I felt embarrassed to sit like other lovers in hall

She laughed and spoke loudly , which made other heads turn to look at us.

'' Ye , mister don't you think sister has to express love to brother"" What is wrong in putting arms around. What is so great.

You embrace me , what is wrong.

Why you feel the guilt?

Only those will feel the guilt if they have a dirty mind""

I kept listening and thought to myself she is so innocent how can I be so cruel to her?

I must not entertain evil thoughts.

I felt depressed.

I decided to carry- on with rest of the schedule.


We went to a beauty parlor next door and I got her arms and feet waxed ,manicured, pedicure, eyebrows and facial done. After all this treatment she was transformed into a beauty. I could not take eyes off her. She actually shining bright without makeup . My comparing her with Sonakshi Sinha was now an understatement.


We went home, She changed over to the nightie set and I was able to see her tall beautiful feet.

After seeing her in this new avatar, I forgot her innocence,

"'Wow kya kayamat hai? ' Dikhao Dikhao " gazing her feet.

While I was sitting on the bed . She came closer, put her one foot on bed edge. offered for examination one foot by lifting the edge of the nightie to knee level. That created a wedge between her feet form which I could see the other leg up to thigh level .

She offered one foot at a time for inspection . I moved my fingers lightly on the smooth surface of the foot offered for inspection. My eyes were glued to her smooth hairless legs . Now my fingers were running from ankle to knees gently caressing them trying to find uncut hair stubs. . She seemed to like the tickles of my fingers on her calf . The liquor perhaps heightened her pleasure while I was also getting a hard on unintentionally.

I purposely started tickling her on calf, and started pulling fingers out of her toes, as it is done in massage in parlors . With each hard pull the fingers made a snapping sound while she gimmick-ed in pain. . She alternated the other foot for the same routine to be continued. I was enjoying sight of her hairless long slender and while legs . After a while, I started moving my palm over her calf towards thigh. That seemed to be giving her some pleasant sensation as evidenced from her mild shivers . My fingers now advanced to tickle her inner thigh close to me. Sensing my advance , she withdrew on this move and put her feet down signalling the "'show was over.''

That left me in excited state - savoring for more. After some time I got up . She was standing at a distance from me. I asked her to tun around to complete the fashion show. . I saw her lovely buns and patted lightly. Not facing any resistance, I, got behind her put my hands on two shoulders and asked her to lift her hands. As she lifted her hands , I started tickling the armpits. We used to do this when we were young children in village. . She started giggling. laughing and wanted me to stop.. I then put my fingers on her neck and started tickling. This proved to be her erotic zone and she started breathing heavy and later panting as if she had returned from a marathon . She begged me to stop. I did not.

Resultant she broke free from me and ran for cover, I ran after her in a hot pursuit, She would stop in one corner , and I would chase her there.. . In one small room there was no place to run. In process, as I caught up with her as she fell down on the bed with her face down I fell upon her over her buttocks , Now she was lying below me with trunk of her body on bed and waist downwards hanging out in air.. I was lying on top of her with both my feet around her extended feet . I bent down on her with my torso lying on her hips. . By pushing myself downwards I shifted my body weight on her hips. I held her tight below me and stated tickling again on exposed belly , back and later armpits.. Both of us in half drunk condition were laughing incessantly. Close physical contact for the first time after years was different. We used to do this in Mughalsarai before I went to college, As children in school we were wrestling each day , pushing and shoving over small issues like ownership of pen, book toys,, you name it. Looser will complain to Mummy who would separate us.

After years we were playing the same game as adults . It had different biological outcome. No mummy to complain to.

Her laughter gave way to heavy breathing, My full erection was trying to jump out of the jean I was wearing. Still she must have felt my erection over her buttocks when I was crushing her under my weight , I made conscious effort not to jerk my Lund . Else she would have taken notice . But she definitely looked aroused by now. . It was action reply of innocent fun we were having after a long time.

She kept laughing all this while and begged me to leave her now.

Exercising some self control I got up and released her from under my body.

"Abhi shaitani gayeee nahin?' she said trying to control her laughter and suppressing her own erotic condition.

She receded into the toilet.

I was still in state of desire. I wanted more.

When she came out of toilet I wanted to see how pedicure looked like as nothing was visible from outside the clothes.

I complained "what is the use of pedicure when I can't see your feet fully. ! Why did you make me waste so much money?''

She hesitated for a minute and pulled her nightie up just above her knees.

Before my extended arm could reach to touch her silky feet the nightie was dropped back to cover the entire foot.

I complained and advanced towards her as if to tickle her again, I warned , " this is not fair and and I should have unrestricted view. else I will tickle her harder ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;",,,,

Waiving her index fingers sideways she said ""No No "and begged me to be left alone as she was feeling tired.

I insisted and lunged forward.

Backing off , reluctantly she agreed on condition that I will promise her that I will not tickle her again.

I also did not wish to rush and said """OK agreed. ""

In her half drunk and slightly aroused and tired (of wrestling) , she succumbed , raised her arms and took off her outer full length nightie and threw it on the floor.

Now she was there before me in her short flimsy , transparent inner wear with spaghetti strap revealing her figure . On top her cleavage was visible and below the over her thigh barely hiding her crotch. . She stood at a distance so that I cannot touch her. Old fashioned bra was an irritant in the show . The bra was over sized and covered the full breasts. The cleavage was visible but I wished bra was brief. . The breasts were jutting out and nipples trying to pierce the flimsy cover.

It was sight on any man would have got an immediate hard on. I wish I was not her brother I told myself ,

I was silently ogling her entire body which was sending me all kinds of erotic desire

This went for full 2-3 minutes , when she turned , bent posed for me as I instructed to get maximum flesh visible.

I could not control myself, as I moved to touch her ,

She backed off shouting ""No NO NO . You are breaking your promise."'

'' Ok Ok, I said I will not tickle you"

With eyes I gestured her to come close ..

She backed off shouting ""No NO NO . You are breaking your promise."'

'' Ok Ok, I said I will not tickle you"

With eyes I gestured her to come close ..

She did not agree and showed reluctance.

I gave her a mild threat that you are provoking me for another wrestling?

I waived her close on promise that I will not tickle her . She inched forward in indecision and I, hugged her

Her entire body was in my arms as we stood before each other . My arms wrapped her close . I moved my hands from her waist to the back . I rubbed and caressed her back for few minutes as if I am petting her like a baby, She stood quietly in full body contact . Her breasts were crushed my chest and I was literally breathing down her neck.

I realised she was also getting aroused as my tenting bulge was jerking on her tummy. Her breathing increased. She did speak a word . My breath on her neck and occasional peck on her neck must have aroused her further as she shifted closer and pressed herself on me to get more contact from my tenting erection . I gently moved my hand to her bums , kneaded softly and pressed them slowly towards me for her have more closeness. I got further aroused ,and my erection was getting out of control . I was fully dressed in Jeans. I felt like unzipping and letting out my erection to touch her thighs in such close proximity. It was extremely difficult to curb my desire. I almost came in my pant.


I could have continued like this for more time with my full erection pressed between our bodies As I was taller mt erection was over her tummy.. I am sure she felt the bulge and like fish out of water it was jumping . But did nothing to get away from or ask me for more. I was confused. I am sure she too was confused .

My body and mind fell apart. Body wanted me to proceed to fuck.

My mind was debating on incest, rape, tradition, religion etc.

My instincts told me that a denial to her at this stage will be better strategy in the long term. .. I should leave her unsatisfied so that she can ask for more next time.

I wanted her to take initiative.


I pushed her away and asked her to take rest as we had along week end and get back to work next morning,

I could see she was not happy pushing her away and denying the pleasure she was deriving out of close proximity . My guess is that perhaps she wanted me to continue.
When I released her I can still remember vividly the confused look in her eyes .

Should I have continued? I thought. The trust built over years must not be betrayed mind told me.

I went to toilet to take control of my bulge before it was noticed.

When I came she was fixing the bed to go to sleep. The top cover of the nightie was in place now she was covered from top to toe with no visible flesh to ogle at.

The minute she lay on the bed she dozed off exhausted ,

I kept gazing her body which was still breathing heavy .

I was debating whether I should have carried on further?

Now I could see the inner conflict within myself. Mind and body were were pulling me in two opposite directions.

I did not know what to do next,?

My conscious told me that I should refrain from making obvious moves and instead give her all chances to take initiative .

I was keen to know what she wants ?


Thinking. I almost came in my pant.


To be continued

 

[plover1991]

CHAPTER 6 ( PROSPERITY AND ECO - SYSTEM & DEFINING BOUNDARIES)

Recent events however changed our mutual behaviour for ever. We became very free to each other, We would mutually appreciate our dress, our bodies, shoes, hairstyle every thing. She started reprimanding about my being untidy in keeping wet towel on bed or leaving toothpaste tube uncapped . She wanted me to brush my teeth both times , a routine I was not used to. Many times she will put me out of the bed and pull me to toilet to brush teeth together. That lead to closely examining each others teeth and breath after brushing. Since there was very little mirror space to examine teeth, our bodies were coming in close contact, besides opening possibilities of a kiss during mutual dental examination.

There.There was casualness all over in her behaviour . We were behaving more or less like husband and wife responsible for each other.

First casualty was the Dupatta. She now moved about without it. Every time she passed by I was looking at her boobs. I also casually started walking so as to brush her hips or boobs. It became a routine. She noticed it and did not object or mind.
without the tee shirt and give me show
We became quite open about which perfume or deodorant to use and where.. Dressing area now extended out from bathroom to the main living room.

Mutual body contacts also advanced in stages. She would first come out fully dressed and comb her hair and apply make up in front to me. Later she put her inner wear and come wrapped in towel after and put the main dress in living room . She would tell me to look the other way while she draped in her he jeans or blouse. I would steal a glance occasionally. After she was dressed she would ask me to turn around and comment on her dressing. Some times I would help her in putting her hairs in place, or giving finishing touches in her make up. After she was done I would whistle slowly in mischief ? She responded with smile and often asked "Kyon sadak chhap majnoon ki tarah seety mar rahe ho? I used to reply "" tum cheese his aisi ho koi bhi seety marega?"" Honestly It was treat to watch her

She was very pretty, shapely and curved. She had a lovely round face with a pointed chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely stuck-out ears. Her face was filled up had sported a slight dimple while laughing . Her cheekbones were high. Her eyes were lovely, large, dark brown, full of magic and lined with *kajal*. Her lips were full. Upper part was swollen like a bun which dissloved into slender upright feet.

Her skin was like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a ripe orange , without a trace of body hair. Her hair was dark and long. It flared right up to her hips. Normally she used to make one lond woven strand which we in India call choti. Ex choti, thick , sar se paon tak hua karati thi . It used to bounce from one hip to another as she walked.

Her neck was superb, a long, slender, graceful column. Her arms and legs were nicely turned and slim, with attractive ankles and wrists and slim long fingers and toes, beautifully shaped and arched.

Her breasts were large and high and and looked firm and stony from a distance. There was no bounce as she jumped The breasts were full and ripe with long nipples in bright aureoles which I later discovered. Her belly was firm and flat. I used to express my appreciation of her beauty by constantly ogling at her breasts , or winking or blowing a kiss and some times lightly pecking

I used to get instant erection and made all efforts to hide. First I was horrified at my own reaction to her, and would walk away. I decided not to shy away from her when I became erect, but not to initiate anything with her either. I would just let it happen and enjoy the sensation. . I would just accept it as natural.

Time went by She was promoted out of turn to become supervisor. Her physical attributed drew attention from neighbourhood boys and PG residents who would find pretext to speak to her . Her boss was also making advances to which she was not comfortable with. He stated calling her on cell phone often after working hours. I did not like it. I also felt jealous.

Rajiv was another person who wanted to create a good impression on her. Whenever he visited she used to hide herself in duppatta as if she has not changed from the original days she arrived from Mugahl sarai. She used to touch his feet and addressed him as Bhaiya to make a complete KLPD for my friend.

One day I did not shave and was sleeping till late morning. She was in kitchen. I walked her quietly and held her by her waist. She was surprised at this move and jerked back. In process by beard stubs brushed hard against her cheeks, She made a face and started rubbing her cheeks complaining that I have abrasively rubbed and hurt her soft cheeks. , In order to examine her cheeks I held her face in both hands and brought them close to examine the damage. I looked at the cheeks, started caressing them with my palm . She was looking at me and gave me a mischievous smile.

At that moment i do not know what overcame me. I planted a kissed on her left cheek saying this will take the pain away. She laughed and said '' you are a wrong doctor!, You hurt me on the right cheek,"' I paused for a moment and kissed her right cheek as well. She wiped her cheeks and said "aapne hamne jootha ker diya"' I started to justify the kiss with my limited medical knowledge by saying '' saliva is the best disinfectant. Whenever you get cut in fingers you put your finger in moth isn't is? Should I apply more of the disinfectant?"' I asked.

She said '" jayada hoshiyar mat bano. Cahlo brush karo nashta lagati hoon.""

Maine bhi majak men kaha '' kiss se pet bhar gaya , nashte ki koi jaroorat nahi.'' I winked at her and rushed to the toilet to brush my teeth.

I was at cross roads still. My mind was cautioning me of the sin and society. My body was pulling me in opposite direction. I guessed , she was also suffering form same dilemma. To proceed further or not ? This remained a big question mark?

After all it was like breaking her confidence and societal restriction which had taken generations to build . One small move could destroy the confidence in seconds.

I decided let the dilemma continue. I resolved within myself to push forward slowly as long as she does not oppose the advances .

But with every passing day my desire to be close to her was getting strong.


Meanwhile got promoted and my income doubled . The company gave me Motor Bike so that I can cover entire NOIDA & Grater NOIDA. There were 8 juniors working under me and my role was more supervisory . The gave me flexibility to work from home. That meant spending more time with Usha as her working hours were becoming erratic.

One day while I was fixing the internet in a factory . I saw the owner of the factory reprimanding his accountant for having done some miscalculation. I took him aside and recommended that he may like to consider my sister as junior accountant. I wanted her to be free from the clutches of his existing company boss who was now beginning to be more demanding on her time and started calling her at home on some useless pretexts..

The factory owner agreed to meet her. She impressed him in the interview and offered part time employment. Now she was having two jobs to attend , consequently her working hours increased . I was beginning to miss her presence in house,
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Within two weeks she found out that the head accountant was siphoning money from the company. She brought this to notice of Lala the owner of factory The chief accountant was sent on leave and she was employed on permanent basis in the factory. After 2 months the the senior manger who was in league with the senior accountant of also got sacked and she was given his position . She became the manger of a reasonably medium sized unit

Result was that her income doubled, office timing were more in control and now she was available after 5.30 pm to next morning. Five day week provided us ample freee time to explore city and ourselves. Besides she was able to get free from clutches of her demanding boss. This Lala owner above 60 had no sexual intentions left except ogling at her and using her as show piece to customers who visited the factory.

Prosperity brought in gadgets at home . We had a fridge, TV and music system, wifi , a tablet to surf internet and watch movies on Utube etc.. I planned to buy some decent furniture as I was not happy Usha sleeping on the floor though we had new mattresses and quilts etc. . Kitchen became alive with new cookware , microwave ,and serve ware. etc.

I wanted to shift to a bigger accommodation but , Usha somehow was happy with the existing unobtrusive neighbourhood and room She was told by her colleagues at work that in other places of PG the land ladies were very intrusive, did not allow late night outings, or loud music etc.

Only irritant was the toilet . One toilet was ok when I shared room with Rajiv. But with Usha it was a problem.

I had not realised girls take so much time taking bath and getting dresses etc. We often faced emergency like situation. She was in bathroom had locked doors from inside when I had an intense urge to pee. I knocked the door . She said she will take few minutes, For me it was an eternity. I explained of urgency. After pleading a number of time when she opened the door. She was in petticoat and bra with a towel wrapped around . He back was fully exposed as I made my way past her to relieve myself. I wonder if she noticed my instrument while I was relieving my self.

Another time in middle of night I went for a pee when she too in half sleep accidentally entered , and in darkness lifting her night gown almost sat on me. She ran back after realising I was already sitting on the commode.

Thereafter an agreement was reached. No one will bolt the bathroom form inside to cater to emergencies. On the outer door knob a piece of cloth would wok as red flag indicating presence inside. I made no effort to forcefully enter when she was in toilet.

The biggest problem was lack of piped in hot water in bathroom. We used to walk into bathroom with boiled water in bucket from stove . Some time Usha ran out and called for more boiled water. She would open the door partially pushing the empty bucket to be filled up. I used to see her extended arm and naked shoulders.. While pushing the filled bucket I used to open the door little more and used to have a wide angle vision of her naked body behind the door, She quickly shut the door before I could savour her nakedness only for fraction of second.

Once I called her into while was taking bath to rub some soap on my body. I was in underwear tenting in the front.. She reluctantly walked in as I offered my back to her , hiding my erection. She came in and saw me ONLY IN UNDERWEAR almost naked. She gave a mischievous smile , applied soap and walked away. I said thanks. I must have done this 3-4 times purposely . On one occasion I half turned to say thanks and she saw my erect pole trying to come out of cage, The eye on top of the monster's head was peeping out of the elastic . I saw he looking at the erection and peeping tom. I made drama to hide it by pulling the elastic up as I turned my back to her. She mumbled something and while walking out as I tugged my elastic band upwards on my hips. I saw a broad smile on her face as she walked out.

I got a chance to reciprocate when she invited me apply soap on her back. She was having her back to me . She was in a petticoat and bra. She offered the back to me. I soaped her back and offered soap a little lower on the waist. She loosened her petticoat a bit so that I could soap he back freely . Once after having completed the job and before walking out I mischievously tugged her petticoat further down to expose her hips. When this became an usual play for me , in a stage further after seeing very erotic exposure of hips I could not stop myself from patting and palming the buns on her hip couple of times.

She was surprised on this move and moved sideways to expose her bra filled breasts. Our eyes met and she tried to pull her petticoat up to cover her breasts.

Often I asked if shed needed more soaping? She laughed and said no thanks. and shut the door.

On another occasion I unhooked her bra at the back to have a free hand to rubbing the soap. She held the bra in her hands in front and allowed me to soap her back and later wash the soap off. I ran fingers over her back, starting fro neck and top of her hips where petticoat was tied. I enjoyed touching and massage her back with open palm. My erection my erection was getting out of control and stated almost touching her back. I wanted my erection to be nestled better. Being taller I had to bend slightly to bring level my erection to her crack. Wet petticoat was already stuck between her hips. I took courage and let my erection forward to touch her crack. My erection was out of control but still caged under my underwear to make her feel the full erection. I am sure she felt the bulge.

After she realised that I was planting my erection over her bum cheeks she started pushing backwards either to push me off or feel my erection better I did not know.

But no verbal protest was made.

But I was over joyed with her reaction which looked innocent but inviting at the same time. I was like brightening of the prospect for next level erotic interaction. This was one of the longest and most pleasurable and intimate erotic contacts we had.

After bathe she came out and complimented me for soaping her well.

This was all very erotic and was encouraging me to bolder moves in touch and fondling each other without overt expression of in built passion.

The process of invitation onto the bathroom for special needs expanded in scope.of sexual exploitation.. A couple of times I sought her help in getting me the soap, or towel or underwear which I would forget to carry in ( mostly intentional) . She on couple of occasions forgot her bra and towel . I handed over the wrong ones intentionally to have better darshan of her naked body

Gradually the shyness while dressing - undressing started eroding mutually. Whenever a new dress or garment was bought it was brought for approval while trying in store and then after user trial at home. In retrospect I felt that she was trying to entice me into action by making erotic poses



We invariably visited cinema halls and malls and gardens on week ends. She was now used to occasional drink. I started keep beer and hard drinks at home etc as well.

Now we were getting used to a casual living. She no longer had to be requested to give me a show. She was moving around in the house casually dresses in gowns, over the knee skirts and blouse etc. I enjoyed her site . If she bought a new dress she will volunteer to make a fashion parade out if it asking me suggestions as to how she looked? I will touch her, rearranged the pleats or ask her to drape high or low.

She had realised that her touches were soothing effect on me. Whenever I was feeling low or depressed , she used to come and hug me , brush herself to give me solace. In return I used to get hard which presumably she was noticing or feeling, but never expressed surprise or pretended to withdraw.

I also joined her in cooking. I will cut vegetables, or clean the pans wash the dishes with her. In process I will stand behind her or alongside, making contacts wherever I wanted. I was now dying to feel her boobs. I would stand by he side and try to rub my arms with the closest boob on slightest of pretext, She never objected to my such ventures.

How to go to next stage ?

I had to do something. I stared bringing movie CDs and we would watch movies at home. She liked several hindi movies like Vicky Donor, BA Pass , Nasha Jism etc. etc. English movies she did not like because she could not understand the dialogue. I stated watching some well known English mainstream movies which had steamy scenes .

Whenever such scenes came she would ask me to fast forward . This cut much of modesty and I started discussing how good a particular actor or actress took kiss or smooched each other. Gradually she started participating in this kind of loose talk. I made it a point to compare her physical assets with the main actresses . After initial hesitance she started accepting my compliments graciously. As she got accustomed my verbal praise of her body. legs , face , skin, texture started using using words like sexy, pataka , openly. I always complimented her by saying you have much better buts or hips or busts. At times she would get up in the middle of the movie to examine herself in the mirror to ascertain if what I was saying was right.

Once I complimented her for her " madhosh eyes" and put a kajal mark on her cheeks . I said "" bhagawan buri najron se meri rajkumari ko bachaye." She was floored by this remark and hugged me saying " Tum mere ko behka dete ho?"

On other hand Rajiv's initiatives were on increase. One day she asked me if I am aware the Rajiv got new high class job?

Pleading ignorance, I said Rajiv had told me that he was interviewed but had not informed that he has been selected.

She further informed me that Rajiv's younger sister is getting married , and Rajiv will come to hand over the invitation any day.

This also was news to me.as well,

I expected Rajiv to tell me this first. Instead he was telling all this to my sister.

""Benchod firt karta hai tumhare sath"". I was filled with jealousy and asked Usha to keep away from him.

""Kahin tum bhi impressed to nahi ho gayee uski batton men?"" I asked

She assured me that there is nothing of this kind.

""I still addresses him as Rajiv Bahiya. I cannot refuse call of your friend. Akhir aapki ijjat ke liye sab sunana padta hai..""

""Izzat my foot. "" The guy has an evil eye on you. I thought within myself

After some time she got accustomed to watching A grade movies she started taking interest watching the intimate scenes
She would ask me to pause when she went to the loo. I knew she was getting excited,
Her face would to turn red and she would twist and turn her body in a very sexual manner. and look at me in a strange way .

I felt she was beginning to melt under sexual heat.

I had always felt that she did not have nice sexy undergarments. One day I went alone to a special store selling women undergarments and picked up some very sexy briefs and underwear and thongs

Undecided about her size, I called her and asked her what her exact breast size was? She asked me why? When I explained the reason she said I need not worry she will buy herself. On much insistence and pleading she said ''36 "'. I went back to buy but store woman asked me the cup size. I rang up, again for this .

She showed annoyance on my explicit question and said, "Do'nt you know?"

How do I know what is your cup size? I retorted. I have not sized them? You have never allowed me etc ...... correcting I added I know nothing about size and shape of breast, I tried to clarify.

It is ""C"" OK?

OK

I bought two sets of bra and thongs on each pink and white.

When I returned home she snatched the packets form my hand and disappeared in toilet.

She was very fond of new clothes and always impatient to try them., When she came out wearing the new bra under a cotton tee shirt. I did not notice much difference form her old style bras as nothing was visible below the thick tee .


She said had the thong in her hand and said it is too small for her.

It is nor small. It is free size and it is styled to look small

You will look real sexy I added.

NO NO I am not going to try these/

I took my office shirt and I told her to wear over the bra.

She was reluctant first

On my insistence she agreed to try murmuring my shirt was over sized for her..

She went toilet and came out.

She was wearing my shirt over her new bra.

Now she was looking fabulous and cleavage was visible for the first time. I went close and rearranged her gold chain go deep under her cleavage. Then I went close and unbuttoned one top button , Now cleavage visible until the bra . Breasts were oozing our of the bra.

I stood aside and eyed her and told her that she was real beauty and will be heart throb to any one who sees her.

She came close to me took my right took my arm and clung to it in emotion and walked to the mirror.

It was standing with her side by side. We were watching each other in mirror.

What she said next surprised me .

""Don''t we make a nice couple. ?""" still holding my left arm.

We were looking at each other in eyes trying to break the ice. Who will it first was question..

I could not resist and said " yar'' thumhe is tarah dekhkar mujhe kutch ho jata hai?"

""Kya hota hai?"" She asked.

" '' Tum Nahi Samjhogi" Picturon ( movies) men nahi dekhhti , kya hota hai?

""Kya hota hai - anjan bante hue poocha.

"Yyar aag laga ke poochti ho kya hua?

" Kahan agg lagi hai ?'' she asked

She was being naughty .

I could not resist any more. I moved behind her . I pulled her close and wrapped her in my arms and squeezed her her into my embrace .

Her hips were in close contact with my pelvis. I let her feel my erection. She started breathing heavy

Her arousal was evident.

Before I could decide to hold her breasts firmly which were hanging over my palm gripping her on her stomach , she felt restless and controlled herself and broke free saying she has to cook and walked over to kitchen.

I missed golden opportunity to feel her breasts.

My arousal and excitement was hard to contain. While she was preparing to cook , stood behind her. I held us at waist and brought my face over her shoulders . Turned my face and kissed her directly on her cheeks. Then I put my lips on her ear lobe and nibbled at ear lobes. She shivered in excitement and wriggled her hips. I brought her closer, adjusted my swollen member between her hips from behind. I moved her body sideways to make space between her two feet so as to put my erection as as deep as it could permit with clothes on. To follow it up started dry humping my erection in jerks over her clothes from behind. I was holding her tight at waist to drive with strength.. With each hump the my erection skidded closer to her love hole.

At this she feigned anger.

Gasping for breath , several times and asked me to leave her alone and allow her to cook. She pretended to hit me with belan several times.


Finally , in a bid to get free from my armour-us grip she pushed me with all her strength

She ended up to make space sufficient to turn her body by 180 degrees.

After she turned around, I was facing her. I kisses her on both her cheeks several times and hovered my lips around her lips.

She would sway her head sideways to avoid lip to lip contact.

I was lost in lust and wanted to overpower her. I slid my hands from waist and caught her behind her hips, lifting her few inches to bring level our genitals together.at same level. I pulled her with force and brought her close to have more intimate contact for her to feel my erection on her thighs.

Her flimsy night wear was only layer of cloth ,( besides our respective undergarments) to keep our genitals separate from making a direct skin to skin contact. But swollen member had become hard as wood. There was no way she could have avoided noticing it .

She was also getting drowned in passion, breathing heavy , making all kinds on noises like , haa hoo akin to rising in excitement

But she had better control than me. She calmed her passion for a while , took a deep breath and restoring all her energy she broke free my grip on her buttocks.

Pushing me away she said " Bhai yeh sab nahin" Please.

Kyon? I asked.

She said ""We ought to know that. We are not permitted to do all this? "" She added.

You are crossing the boundary. This is the Laksman Rakha. Please do not cross.

I love you but it does not mean that you have license to provoke me to suicide.

That put me off completely ,

I was pissed

My erection subsided in seconds. I came to my senses.

There was stunned silence.

Eyes which were full of passion were full of anger now.

My throat was choked.

I was in loss of words

I had to gather courage to open my mouth.

I said ""sorry"" and withdrew.

Damage had been done,

Relationship will never be same again.

She had sensed my intention

I felt like a thief.

I started cursing myself for the action

Started thinking how to do the damage control.

It was such an anti climax

Shit!


To be continued

 

[plover1991]

CHAPTER 7 ( DEFENSIVE OFFENCE)


I was guilty and was feeling ashamed of my own behaviour.

I was cursing myself to have taken such a bold initiative on her .

Why did I flow into passion?

I had resolved that I had to create situations or trap in which Usha will fall automatically ask for sex

In fact plan was to drive Usha to beg for sex.


I knew the relationship will never be same again.

I was keen to quickly mend the fences before she takes precipitate action like calling parents, or discussing this with her friends or Rajiv who was next person closer to her.

Meri to phati padi thi.

I also debated within myself what if she goes to police and report. Now that there are so many help lines following famous rape case in Delhi.

There was hardly any communication between two of us since she broke loose from me.

I did not have courage to speak to her and express my regrets.

I was now regretting my decision to have proceeded to this level.

She cooked and we had dinner together.

Not bothering to look at each other while eating

We retired not even wishing usual " good night"

I must have been awake for nest 2 hours before I slept.


Next day morning she did not come to hug me.

After her usual morning pooja, she came to touch my feet which I withdrew quickly,

I mustard courage , and gestured for a hug,

She showed anger by moving away.

I was thanking God

Thank God she had not taken any precipitate action of calling my parents and complaining
about my action last evening.

I felt relieved and tried to regain confidence to face her.

From her face I did not find any distress or uneasiness.

In retrospect I think since I was guilty I felt disturbed . My usual smile had disappeared .

I had a long face. Presumably she noticed it.

I did not acknowledge her presence and made no effort to open communication with her.

She put the cup of tea in my hands and moved away to toilet.

In my mind quickly crafted out a confessional dialogue.

When she emerged from toilet , I decided to speak.

I cleared my throat to speak. Words were not coming out.

We sat sipping tea , breaking a long silence , I said "" Look "" I have been doing so much for you to change your life,
I wanted you to be modern, up to date in knowledge, behaviour, looks, English, Winglish ,dressing etc etc. I continued bragging"""

""I got you trained . I got you a job , provided shelter food , protection from the goons from Benaras to Eve teasers of NOIDA..
I took you to places your never dreamt of a year ago. This was done at expense of my time, resources to bring you to a launch pad."""

You all along you reciprocated , cooked for me , washed my clothes, made a man as he should be. Let me feel responsible.""

""I made you an ideal candidate for being an ideal wife who could look after the house & husband . "

Any one will fall for you. I really wonder if I will get a life partner ever like you?

"Honestly I love you so much and do not want any shadow of distress coming on you. . The relationship has blossomed and added a new dimension not usually witnessed in normal between brother and sister relationship. We are more like friends."

"Please bear in mind I am also human "" , tumhe dekhkar main fisal gaya tha" Please do not get me wrong, we are brother sister no doubt, but we are young and live together like close friends .. I love you so much and want to give all kinds of pleasures which a young mind and body deserves.

Body has its way of expression of love.

Love at time it over-rules the mind..

When biology works , mind has no control over it.

I flowed on directions of my young body and did not apply mind to think ." I kept on.

I looked at her to see her reaction.

She was still, Silently looking to the floor. Seeing no reaction I went on to strike my veiled intentions.

''Honestly I found you so attractive it was difficult for me to stop my ''natural ''urge''.

I emphasised the word ''natural'' so that she should think that that I had planned for it.

I further added " you are so attractive and beautiful even Vishwamitra could have fallen for you.

I am only human.

I am extremely Sorry. Now onward I will maintain a safe distance so that the mentally and physically we do not get carried away.

With this I waived her to get ready for office.


From her face I could guess that she was disturbed ; but not really upset as I had imagined ..

She did not speak a word and we left for work.

While riding the mobike I asked her to sit one sided and keep her purse in between.

She looked at me with disapproval, but on my insistence she rode the bike sitting with her both feet on one side.

So today Bhim and Arjun were not poking into my back.

Next 2 days I hardly we spoke to each other or discussed anything .

I could guess that she was trying to open dialogue with me , but I remained absolutely cold. No touch, kiss, not even paying attention to what she was saying.

I could feel a degree of annoyance in her on my boycott.


I could see she was not applying any make up and wearing only traditional clothes.

On 3rd day she wished me good morning verbally.

I did not acknowledge and pretended as if I did not hear.

That day when going to office she insisted to ride on mo-bike with her feet apart.

I instructed her to put her purse between our bodies. She reluctantly complied.

On 4th day she rode the bike as we were used to previously . On the way she removed the purse barrier which I did not notice. As we moved ahead, she hugged me tight from behind as she was doing before the current disturbance .. Bhim and Arjun were poking at my back once again after a week . I know she wanted to make up now.

My negligence was beginning to hurt her

While riding , I asked her to release my waist which was tightly wrapped in her arms. .

She did not.

When she did not comply despite my repeated orders ,

I stopped the bike on street and very rudely shouted at her not hold me tight like she was doing .

I warned her angrily that ultimately I will be blamed for this closeness.

She felt very humiliated and stated crying on the street itself.

She then asked me to drop her back to home as she did not want to go to office any more.

I dropped her home. She went home crying.

Whole day I regretted my acting ruthless on her.

I knew a storm waited for me at home when I return

As I walked into the house , she was still in the same dress as of morning. Crying had made her eyes red and face was swollen.

She kept lying on the bed with head sunk in the pillow and ignored my arrival.

Seeing no response , I went to kitchen , lit the stove and put the kettle for preparing tea. . She was still lying . She looked at me and slowly walked up into the kitchen.

"Hato"Chai main banati hoon ": pushing me aside she said

I made space for her and walked to the toilet, washed my face and sat on the chair.

She walked to me and handed over a cup of tea.

I asked "where is yours?""

""I have already taken"" she lied I was sure

OK I will make one for you now and walked to kitchen,

I put the tea on boil and came back and in feigned anger I instructed ""Jao haath muh dho lo, kaisi roni surat Ban rakhi hai?"

She did not move. I had to pull her by arm into the dressing table and got her in front of mirror for her to see for herself the swollen eyes and dried tear marks on her milky white cheeks.

" Yeh kya hal bana Rakha hai ?" I asked.

She suddenly burst into tears ,crying loudly . and sobbing.

She turned around put her arms on my shoulders rested her head on my chest.

She wept inconsolably for few minutes. Tears rolling down her eyes.

I was rubbing my palm on her back to sooth her and asking her to be stop crying.

I wiped her face with a wet towel and brought her back and made her sit on a chair.

I prepared tea for her and handed it over to her . By this time her emotions had subsided and she was quieter but gasping the sobs occasionally. .

I sat on the bed opposite her and we started sipping tea looking at each each other.

While I was looking at her and she was almost staring at me. ( Kha jane wali najron se dekh rahi thi)

We finished tea. In silence we were in communication just through eyes. Looking at each other and gauging.

As soon as I had my last sip , I got up to put the empty cup in wash basin. She did not allow me to do that.

She almost snatched the cup from my hand put in the wash basin.

I was sitting on edge of the bed with hips on bed and legs extended out and touching the ground,

She menacingly ran from the wash basin to me jumped into on me , uninvited without any provocation.

With sudden and forceful move, she flung herself on me. As if she going to thrash me . She almost knocked me down . In order to absorb the incoming velocity I stretched backwards

As she was trying to reach for my neck by her extended hands. . Such scenes are normally witnessed in wrestling match. She in bid to hold me by neck and putting her arms around my neck she fell over me as if she was trying to catch a falling ball before it goes for a six in cricket.. I was floored on the bed with half of my body hanging loose out side the bed.

She climbed on bed with her knees on edge of the bed. That brought her in to straddle on me. My extended feet out of the bed in air , and her feet opened apart to take my extended hanging feet to be enveloped between her warm thighs. . My hips were on edge of the bed and her pelvis grinding against mine.

It was a full body contact never done before with her lying on my body and her breasts crushing me on my chest and torso crushing my pelvis.

For the first time I could feel the firmness of her breasts.

Despite a dreamy body contact there was no erotic feeling at this time. I was not prepared for such a sudden attack.

She stated crying once again and sobbingly asked me ""Why I was doing this to her?""

""I have done nothing"" I said.

""How dare you say so?"" she thundered,

You have not been talking to me and behaving with me like a stranger "" You are a lair.""

"Why? I am in house, helping you , taking you to the office everyday ."So what is wrong I asked?,

She stared at me and thumped my chest with her fists in rapid succession and thundered "Don't pretend !. You are keeping away from me . You are not even talking to me ?"

""But you only asked me not to be close"" I replied coolly

""No I never said that. Did I?""" All I meant was "....... searching for words she added "we should be within boundaries""

I brought her face close to mine , stared and asked "what boundaries ? What do you mean ?""

Boundaries I mean ... Again searching for words mumbled .. you know ... .. . Why are you pretending??

I teased her further and asked again to ""define boundaries. ""I do not know what you are talking about?

She looked at me at disbelief . She mumbled ,"' we are brother and sister after all"".

So what? I asked. Do we not love each other?

You have been sitting in Cinema wrapping my hands around you like lovers? Din"t you?

Yes we do but...

What "" but what ?""" I cut her short.

My confidence returned. I felt I was in command now.


"" Look there are no boundaries I have crossed"" I told sternly..

""Whatever I did was because I thought you liked it. ?""

Have I done any thing against your wishes? I tried reassure and retain further confidence.

After she calmed down a bit , I started caressing her back and asked her stop crying and to keep emotions under control.

In order to appreciate her point of view as well , I added "" But I respect your relationship and will not do anything unless ....... I left the sentence incomplete?

""Look Usha we are grown up and responsible persons. How do you imagine I will do something which you do not want?

""It was fun teasing you, but you had no confidence in me, so stopped me?""

""That meant you do not trust me? I added .

" NO No No "" it is not like that . I love you with all my soul. . I am here today because of you.
I was an useless village girl before you taught the art of living full life "she replied.

Then what do you want from me?

I cut her short and asked "Why don't you tell me straight.?

"Bhai I want you to be affectionate and loving as you used to be . I feel rejected without your attention and .. Love"

I had an upper hand now I realised.

Not loosing sight of my hidden agenda I added

""I have been giving all affection and love you need. But you tend to interpret in your own way. Many times the affection could be misinterpreted .
But attention could some time escalate ... to ... " I left sentence incomplete.

She looked at me, I gathered courage and reiterated " some time or all time will depend on us ". Isn't it?

"Yes it depends on both of us. If I withdraw or restrict you miss me. If you will withdraw , I will miss you. It is mutual isn't it? I said

She was listening to all this with her head down in silence.

She nodded in agreement.

I saw softening of her attitude and to drive home my point I asked pointedly

"" Did you miss me as a friend? . my closeness

No Answer

"". . Bolo Bolo"" I insist

""Han bhai han."" Why you want me to tell you so explicitly.

""But I want to be explicit. I will be friendly to you only when you are mentally free to express yourself

I have done and I will l do everything that pleases you. '' I added.

I continued "" We know to what extent to go and where to stop. We are grown up . You leave it to me. Trust me!""

She forced a smile in approval and tried to hide her face on my chest .,

I put my arms around her waist and hugged her further tight increasing the closeness.


I told her reassuringly "" I am same and nothing has changed but that day I just got carried away.""

I knew I had advantage now

I had now to take safe position just in case she allowed me further.

""But there is no guarantee that will not be carried away again"" I added.""" Love knows no boundaries"".

"The moment you feel I am exceeding the limit just caution me.

I swear I will not do anything without your consent or love.""

She lifted her face and started kissing my cheeks , as if a lost boy has been found by mother

She repeated ""Bhai you be yourself. Be what you are , Good or bad . I will have no complaint."" she said.

I took her face in both palms and looking into her eyes asked "" are you sure ? ""

""Yes . I am sure.

I love you so much .""

At this I pulled her face down and planted first kiss on her forehead , climbed down to cheeks and then to her chin avoiding lips.

It did not surprise her, she kissed me back on cheeks , paused for a while and started kissing my cheeks and brushed her lips against mine occasionally as was there is no tomorrow.

My response was not as steamy as situation demanded. It was ""emotional "" moment not and an ""erotic"" prelude.

This face to face expression of love must have lasted full 10 minutes if not more

Passion started flowing once again and erection was immediate.

With each kiss my rod became harder and harder. Erection was e crushed between out torsos I had no need to hide now. Our tongues still were in control .

In fact she did not like lip to lip contact. She was obsessed that muh jootha ho jata hai etc etc.

I pulled her up on the bed and laid her sideways. I put her head on my extended arms. Both of us were looking at each other.

I started caressing her face, hairs, occasionally her back.

She smiled and hugged me back .

I kissed her on her forehead and said ""aab etna pyar karogi to kise control hoga?.

She shyly smiled at my suggestion of loosing control once more.


But let me assure you'' I will not do "anything "" against your wishes.

Tum itni sunder aur sexy ho ki koi bhi fisal jayega . Par kya karoon main kambakht bahi hoon?

She hugged me back on my compliments and asked "Kya sach main main itni sunder and ....ss sexy hoon?"

Main to kaab se bol raha hoon Kash main tera bahi nahi hota?

'' Dimag ke darwaje kholo aur maje karo'' I suggested.

Yeh jindgi na milegi doobara.

She shied away , got up , looked herself in mirror , and disappeared in kitchen area.

I did not realise it will bring our relationship to this closeness

I now realised we were truly in love

Lust was a bi-product between two consenting adults.

Love and erotic thoughts were back on track.

While Usha was cooking, I poured two large pegs of bacadi with coke and brought it to her in kitchen area.

Cheers to our new friendship" let us celebrate!

Cheers she said as we clinked our glasses.

It was time to explain what I meany by " yeh Jindgi na milegi doobara."

We sat opposite each other and I started explaining that it is only a year or two that our parents will get her married off.

I warned if I do not intervene , our father will look for a Zamindar or some railway clerk as a groom.. Without asking a date will be fixed and you will be married off. . That will be end of your youth. Within couple of month you will be pregnant . Your boobs and hips will swell out of proportion , face and complexion will be all gone. You will soon have children after that and the life is gone looking after family and children their schooling , tiffin etc., You will become fat and flabby after child berth and loose interest in your own life. You will be occupied full time raising children, looking after house, husband .

She was listening to me with rapt attention,

She suddenly screamed " oh no , I am not going back to Mughaalsari or Benaras. I prefer to stay unmarried and stay with with my brother rather than getting married.

With this she came close to me and expressed surprise as to why she did not think earlier ?.

It is scary to think that we have very little time left to enjoy our lives in freedom before we are pushed into family conditions .

I invited her with another drink and we cheered each other for a better life because yeh jindgi na milegi doobara.



To be continued.