Next two weeks were probably the best days of my life. Sheila visited me daily with Mansi. After the lunch Mansi would disappear for about an hour giving us ample opportunity to fuck our minds out.
I was worried on the first day as what Mansi would be thinking about me. But when she pretended to be ignorant of things happening between Sheila and me, I got bolder. Mansi and I developed a silent understanding, and she never talked about Sheila in my presence, even at the home.
One day, when Mansi brought lunch, she was alone. Sheila was not with her. Mansi informed that her husband had arrived last night and took Sheila with her. Suddenly, it was autumn again in my lifeâŚthe same monotonous routine was back. Each day, Mansi would bring the lunch and take back the dishes when I ate it, leaving me alone with my magazines and my hand caressing my cock from one orgasm to another.
However, one very important thing, which I failed to notice or rather, I should say that I noticed quite late, was the behavior of my young sister, Mansi. Ever since Sheila left the village, she was behaving little abnormal, but I was so lost in my fantasies that could not sensed it.
Mansi was still bringing my lunch daily afternoonâŚbut she had become less talkative. She would watch me silently while I ate my lunchâŚher eyes continuously boring into me when I was not looking at her. Whenever, I caught her eyes, she simply turned it away. There was something in her look, which appeared so familiar yet I could not guess it.
However, her changed behavior had a positive side to it as she become more caring about my every need. She began staying late in the afternoon as if expecting some command from me. Even at the home she began showing more concern about my liking and disliking.
When I began to notice the change, I was a bit puzzled initially but didnât care much as I was the sole beneficiary of her new avatar.
We never talked about SheilaâŚespecially I deliberately avoided the topicâŚbecause it always made me conscious in front of Mansi. I knew that she was aware of things happened between Sheila and me, and probably that was the reason why she was behaving shyly in front of me.
One afternoon, when I sat for eating my lunch, Mansi left the room and went out. I finished my lunch and looked for Mansi, but she wasnât there. I collected the lunch box and dishes and went out. I could not find Mansi anywhere. I took the dirty utensils outside the pump room and began cleaning them.
Outside of the pump room, my father had built a small size reservoir; around six feet by five feet and about four feet deepâŚit looked more like a miniature swimming pool. It was mostly used for storing the water from the pump before directing it to fields by drain lines, but sometimes we used is as a big size bathtub when the days were pretty hot. It was always an exquisite feeling to stand in the tank feeling fresh water from the pump discharge splashing against my body.
While cleaning the dishes, I looked for Mansi. Finally, I could trace herâŚshe had climbed on the scaffold, and observing the far corners of our fields.
I finished cleaning the utensils; and went near the scaffold. I called Mansi to get down and collect the lunch box. She heard me and immediately lowered her legs on the wooden ladder connected with the scaffold. I was standing exactly below the ladder.
As she stood on the top bar of the ladder way and proceeded to climb down, I looked upward. Suddenly, my jaws fell open. Mansi was wearing a long skirt that day; and from my position, I could see inside her skirtâŚher creamy white shapely legsâŚjoining at her delicate thighs and the pink colored panties covering her pussy mound. My sex starved cock swelled to an immediate erection.
Unaware of my prying eyes, Mansi descended from the ladder continually giving me uninterrupted view of her hidden assets. My cock was throbbing inside my pants. When she came lower, I deliberately turned my head and moved away from my place. But I could feel my heart pounding in my chest like a drum, and I was breathing hard.
She got down from the ladder, picked the tiffin box and plates and looked at me. I gawked at her not knowing what to say.
âIâm going home.â She didnât seem to notice my awkwardness.
I stood there watching her goâŚmy mind was in turmoil. Just now I had accidentally peeped inside my sisterâs skirt and my body had responded amorously to that. I was still supporting a throbbing hard on.
I went inside the roomâŚstriped my clothes and stood naked in the room. I desperately needed a release. I gripped my cock and began diddling it, trying to think about Sheila but every time my sisterâs creamy thighs came before my eyes.
I fought hard to resist the temptation, trying to divert my thoughts towards SheilaâŚbut to no avail. I failed and finally surrendered to my lust and masturbated to a wonderful release while thinking about my beautiful sisterâs creamy thighs and the delicious nest hidden behind her pink panties.
That episode changed my thinking about my sister. I realized That Mansi had grown up into a gorgeous womanâŚa woman whom any man would love to fuck. That incident also made think more about my sister; and thatâs when I gave a serious thought to her changed behavior.
I realized that the main thing that was disturbing me was the way my young sister had been observing me ever since Sheilaâs episode. After the scaffold episode, I could guess what it wasâŚcertainly not a sisterly looks at her brotherâŚit was a stare of a woman who looked at someone when she was in love. She was behaving more like a lovebird rather than an innocent sister.
It was only a hunch and I knew that it might be wrong. Still I made up my mindâŚI would seduce my young sisterâŚand if succeeded I would fuck her. My earlier two hunches had proved correctâŚmy landlady in Mumbai and Sheila were alibi to thatâŚI therefore decide to try my luck with my sister.
After returning home in the evening, I continuously monitored her behavior towards me. More I observedâŚmore I became firm in my belief that my gut feeling was right.
Next day, I eagerly waited for Mansi. She came around one thirty.
When I finished my lunch, Mansi proceeded to collect the plates. I stopped her.
âDonât go now. I want to talk to you.â
She looked at me strangely and collecting the plates, she went out. She returned after five minutes, drying her hands with a towel.
âCome here.â I showed her place on the edge of the bed. She sat silently looking at me with curiosity. I sat beside her.
âMansiâŚughâŚIâŚâ I didnât know how to began the conversation. âIâŚmeanâŚdid your hear from Sheila recently.â
âWhyâŚ?â She looked at me innocently.
âNoâŚjust wanted to know whether sheâs any plan to visit here.â I realized my body was shivering with a strange kind of excitement.
âNot nowâŚbut sheâll come in winters.â
I looked into her eyesâŚagain I found that strange lookâŚa look as if trying to tell me something.
âThatâs more than six monthsâŚshit.â I swore impatiently.
âWhy do you want her here?â Her voice was little agitatedâŚI again looked at my sisterâŚshe appeared jealousâŚnoâŚshe was jealous of her friend.
