Ramesh had gotten used to being naked around Nanda. It was so freeing, and he liked how he could show off his muscles at any time. It was no longer as exhilarating to show off his body to his sister; it was normal now, even though it had only been a week.
His father had died ten years ago, so his mother had been alone for a while. His mother, Dhanya, was 40. She had gotten married at the young age of 18, had Ramesh at 19, and then had Nanda at 22. Dhanya had been at her friend's house for a few days, and she would come back after some time. Ramesh's visit was a surprise, so she did not know he was at home.
Ramesh was sitting in his room, masturbating, when Nanda walked in.
"Oh, I didn't know you would be jerking off. And don't tell me I should have knocked; I've seen every square inch of your body. I know you want to see mine, but only a woman's boyfriend, fiance, or husband can see her naked."
Ramesh stopped masturbating and said, "So if I get you to be my girlfriend, will, you let me see you naked?"
"You don't have the balls to ask me out, you sissy!"
"Yes I do; they're right here! Look all you want! These big balls are gonna be in your mouth one day, you whore!"
"Fine, I'll think about it. Once you've got the courage to ask me out, go ahead! That's just the first step!"
"Alright, Nanda, will you go out with me?"
"Sure, where?"
"How about the pool?"
"Sure! Let's go now!"
Ramesh went and put his speedo on. When he came back downstairs, he saw Nanda in a one-piece swimsuit. He had never swum with Nanda before. He was sad she wasn't wearing a bikini.
"Oh, why the long face? Did you think I was going to wear a bikini? I'm not a slut, Ramesh! I have standards!"
"Yeah, going on a date with your brother is very high standard."