My sex-maniac habit pushes me to dry-hump my elder sister - Narmitha but a un-successful attempt makes me a runaway from home. My friend Ajith brings me to his house where I get a chance to molest his sister Seema. Ajith catches me in an awkward position but instead of thrashing me, he too joins in molesting his younger sister. So I got an unexpected ally. I planned with Ajith to molest my elder sister, rope in her old lover-now turned enemy. Through Ajith I was accepted back into my family but our thoughts were full of Narmitha`s ass.We waited for the right instant. The right instant did not arrive until the next month.
All were getting ready to go to the marriage ceremony. As usual, my sister was late. I persuaded mom and others to go saying we were late and that sister too preferred them to go. I told them I would bring her and her friend. So slowly, one by them left as our heart began to race fast. Uncle Olive, our family friend was the last to leave with his family. Sis was bathing and did not know he trap being set. We went to her room. Her dress was lying on the bed. We took everything and kept it on top of the cupboard. We locked her cupboard, so that she will not wear something else, and then removed all the chairs and such things that she could use for climbing to my room and locked it. There was a 3/4th cupboard outside her room. It was an antique model and heavy. We hoped she would not use it to climb and if she did, Ajith was to rush to help her. I waited outside. Ajith waited in the front room.
We had set our trap.
After some time we could her sis scattering things around. She called out for mom but no one came. Ajith went to her. She had just come out of the bathroom. She was in her underskirt and black bra but she had wrapped herself in a big towel. Therefore, he could only see the end of underskirt, which covered her legs. The strap of her bra was visible on her shoulders.
"All have left. I am the escort to take you to the hall," he said smiling.
"All have left?"
"No, Olive uncle and family are there. All of us together are going to go in his jeep. What's the matter?"
"I can't find my dress and the keys of my cupboard."
"Did someone wear it to the marriage?" he asked laughing.
"Very funny! The only idiot who could have done that is my brother."
"You might have misplaced it here somewhere," he said looking around.
"Is that your dress?" Ajith asked pointing to the top of the cupboard.
"Well! Of all the d***** places! Who kept it there?" she said giving a stern look at him.
"C`mon, I won't do such a thing -- especially when its function time."
"The question is now how to take it," she said jumping up, trying to grab it. Ajith looked avariciously at her bouncing balls, hoping that the towel would just fall off. As she stopped jumping, he left there waiting for her call.
"Ajith!"
Yes, she did call. Just as Varun had said. He was wondering if he would have the guts to do the rest of the drama. He went to her.
"Can you get me that dress from the top? It must have been Varun -- that idiot!"
"Well, it's not Varun because he is the one who left first. Well let me see if I cannot get that. However, with my tight pants it going to be difficult. Do you have anything of Varun`s like tracksuit or so to change?"
"Well, let me see." Ajith looked around and grabbed her bed sheet. "Do you mind if I use this?"
She looked like she was going to say she did mind but then shook her head.
Ajith wrapped the sheet around him and removed his pants. He threw the pants on her bed. If she were not in a hurry, she would have noticed that he had removed his underwear too, but she had other things on her mind. Now he folded his sheet like a loonkey and asked her to help to push the antique cupboard.
"What do you need that for?"
"To climb of course!"
"But you could jump and reach -- you are taller than me."
"Oh, I won't reach it."
"Why don't you try?"
"I got a back pain so I can jump," Ajith stammered.
She agreed and both of them pushed it to the room. Ajith pulled up his sheet showing his thighs and heaved himself to the top of the antique cupboard, then slowly lifted his leg to the top and pulled himself up. He then squatted in front of her. Her face was a picture to frame. When Ajith squatted, she got a good view in between his legs. His hanging dick was a large one. Surprised, she looked at it, and then as his dick jerked, she came to her senses. She looked up, at his face, but he was looking the other side as if he did not know he had shown himself. She looked away, thinking it was just an unknown show. Ajith reached up to get her dress. Narmitha looked at him uneasily. He was reaching out for her dress but he had held one end of sheet and now his dick was sticking out. She nervously looked around wondering if this was her brother's setup or if anyone else was coming. If anyone did, she would be in a spot. Worse, she was wrapped in a towel and with this fellow sticking out his dick would put her in a moment. She literally grabbed the dress from him as he took it out, but did not get it.
"Thank you Ajith. Now you can go," she said extending her hand for the dress.
"Why, what happened? Why the sudden hurry? Once you got the dress I am to be thrown out?"
"No, No. Nothing like that. It's just that we are getting late..."
Her words stuck in mid air as Ajith squatted on his hind legs. He spread opens his thighs like a cabaret dancer. His manhood immersed in his hanging sac stood out.
"Yes continue," he said.
She looked at his vulgar display getting annoyed and suppressing the feeling to throw up. It looked like some hideous big worm wiggling. She was now sure this was Varun's idea.
"Ajith! Get out -- NOW!"
"C`mon, why are you so angry?"
"Must I say? Whose idea was this? Where is Varun? Don't you know I am like your elder sister? Would you behave like this to Seema?"
"You are better than my sister. Your boobs are bigger and I am sure your nipples will be sterner."
Narmitha could not believe what she was hearing. "What?"
"Yes. Not to mention your shaped Kundi (ass)." He said stressing her ass in the local language to make it dirtier. "I always dreamed of having my Kunna (dick) in your Kundi."
She got fuming. How dare did this boy talk like this. She neared him, pulled him down by his collar, and pushed him out. He began to laugh. It was then that she noticed that he had pulled off her towel. She was now in her bra and underskirt. Her panties could be seen thru the side of her underskirt, where the knot was there. She covered herself with her hands.
"Give me back the towel, you sick bastard," she shouted.
He threw her dress and walked out of the room with her towel, laughing saying that was her punishment and walked out of the room. She stood glaring as he went. She looked sideways to see if he was hiding there but she could not see. She slowly made way and jumped on her dress. No one jumped on her. Like a spider pouncing on the prey, she grabbed the dress and withdrew to her room. She closed the door and reached out to lock the door. She stood unbelieving, and then cursed loudly. The bolt was missing! Heaving on the door as a barrier, she pulled up her dress fast with her eyes and mind on the door. She was going to teach that brat a good lesson. She was sure Varun was behind all this. She would spell everything to her parents and if necessary to her college professors. This should stop or who knows what he may end up doing. The silence was getting to her nerves. She felt an uneasy feeling. Without tiding her hair, she grabbed her shawl and ran to the front door. Somehow, she felt this time it was not his usual pranks. Maybe it was the presence of Ajith or his bold sexual approaches. Her scram to the front door suddenly got a full break as she saw the front door opening. She was sure it was Varun but she got a shock as she saw the person.
It was Manoj!
His gleaming eyes bought knots to her stomach. She stood unfazed.
"What do you want?" she asked.
With a sly grin he said, "I just came to see you."
"I have told you many times not come behind me."
He laughed, "Yes, although I never wanted to come behind you. I always wanted to see your front however today I have really come to see your behind."
She stood there not really catching the meaning of what he was implying. He came near her. She moved back two steps.
"No one is here, so get out or I will scream."
"Sure, you can scream and when everyone arrives they also can have a laugh on your dress."
"What's wrong with my dress?" she asked.
"Why don't you run your hand on those sweet ass-cheek buns of yours?"
She wondered why all she met were talking dirty. Unknowingly her hands touched her back. She got a jolt. Her dress had been cut off from the back. Her hands had reached the panties. She pinched her panties not believing the feel. She stood rigid.
"Well that's a cute little ass draped there!"
She jolted as the voice came from behind her. She had forgotten all about Ajith. She turned towards him trying to hide her torn dress from him.
"Well, if it isn't green panties you are wearing"
This time it was Manoj. In her hurry to hide from Ajith, she had exposed herself to Manoj. She moved sideward's trying to hide her panties from both of them. Shame had overcome her fear. She was trying to hide herself from them so they would not see her privacy. Both of them came in front of her. She covered her back with her shawl. Ajith poked on her stomach with one finger and she jumped.
"What are you doing?"
