Asing Big Brother for Help

This is my second story ever. I am continuing to learn and improve.

I would love some feedback.

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It was my final year in college. I most of my time taken up by either final dissertation, or football, or the apprenticeship. I got occupied on weekend mornings with football training and would be home by evening. I would have packed some lunch, as I wouldn't be home by 5 O'clock in the evening, and it kept me away from family. After I have come home after the trainings, I would be very tired I spent the rest of evening either playing online games or watching TV.

I did have a girlfriend who lived in another city but mobile phones were not a thing at that time, which meant the only time I got to chat with her was once a month when she comes over to meet me.

Being in my early 20s and playing football and attending quality trainings helped me to be fit and healthy. I could remember a well muscled and toned body. Quality ribbed abs. And that helped me to be successful with girls in college. I was committed, so I did not sleep around much.

My sister, Ann, too was into sports. She played badminton at a good level. Our parents loved sports and encouraged us to be active and stay healthy from a young age. Ann too would be involved with some training sessions on weekends. And I would have to pick her up from her practise after my football sessions.

I drove an old rusty car, and Ann hated it. She said it was embarrassing for her in front of her friends. My dad could have afforded me a newer car but I insisted I earn mine.

Playing sports gave my sister a well toned body as well. It is hard not to notice especially I pick her up from her practise sessions. She would come out wearing a gym flex shorts and a loose t-shirt which she would have changed into after the training.

My sister should have been 19 then.

I learned badminton being a sport quite demanding on the lower body, Ann's training involved so much of squats. And that gave her amazing legs. Well toned but with meat on them. The right curves.

Ann always have had bigger than average boobs for her age. And by that time, she had developed into, what I assumed, 36 DDs. It was evident she had to take extra care and special clothing for her training to keep them in place.

I had instructions from Ann to always pull up far away from the entrance of her training centre so that none of her friends would see my car.

The gym shorts she would wear only reached a couple of inches below her ass. And those gym shorts were very tight and hugged to her body like it was her skin.

Before she got into the car, she would open the door, and throw her bags around to the back seat. Doing that would raise her t-shirt revealing her belly button, and her toned tummy. I could also clearly see at the point she had a very good hourglass curves. Toned tummy gave her a narrow waist. And then that curve would flow outwards to a wider hips. And then taper onto her toned thighs and legs.

As she put her first leg inside to get into the car, I could see her silky smooth legs, all the way up to the tightly hugging gym shorts. Her gym shorts by that point would have pulled up a bit more so that all it covered was her ass. Exposing her entire thighs and legs. And while reaching to get inside the car, her boobs would be stretched against her t-shirt looking as if it wanted to break free. It was clearly huge for her sleek upper body. The seat belt between her boobs would stretch the fabric even more that it made her melons looks even bigger. I wondered by she would need seat belt, as he boobs itself would act as her airbags.

Ann would turn to me with a big smile, to indicate her relief from that day's workout. She would continue to untie her long hair and let it drop down and continue to stroke it. While on the way home we would talk about the session, how she is progressing among other things. She would ask about my girlfriend. And sometimes she confides in me how Ann never gets any time to go out and find a boyfriend for herself.

One particular Sunday while we were driving home from her training, we were talking about the usual stuff. And she suddenly realised she forgot our parents were not going to be home for the rest of the day and she wanted something from mom.

"I can't believe I completely forgot mom will not be home for the rest of the day. I wanted her help with something. I had planned to miss the training today just for that. How could I forget?" Ann put her palm to her face.

"Is it something I can help with?" I knew it wasn't something I could have, otherwise she would have asked me.

She looked my way and was glad I offered to help. "I appreciate you wanting to help. But I don't this is something you can help with. We have a teacher's day at college tomorrow. And all the students are planning to wear a saree. I have a saree and everything ready for me. Mom was supposed make sure I know how to drape a saree. Otherwise I ll be a mess tomorrow."

"I thought you know how to drape a saree. You wore to that wedding last month." I loved women in sarees. So I could not forget Ann wearing a saree to the wedding our parent dragged me along to. I was not very keen to go until I saw Ann in that saree.

I tried to keep her spirits up. "I remember mom commenting on your skills for draping that saree yourself. Why are you worried now?"

"Mom was lying if she said I did that all on my own. I need someone's help to do it. I don't know how people manage to drape saree on their own." Ann was trying to see if she can call one of her friends to help her with it.

"I could have asked one of my friends to help me with it. But it is too late now to ask anyone." Ann sounded like she was clearly upset.

"I am sorry to see you upset like this. I genuinely would have helped if I could." I didn't have anything better to say.

"Well you could. Thinking about it, you could help me wear the saree." Ann looked at me with her eyes wide open like she found the solution to her problem.

"How? I don't know a thing about draping a saree. I could only make it worse for you." I was being honest. I did not want to be involved and then make it even worse.

"You do not have to know anything about draping a saree. I ll instruct you. I need a helping hand. We can give it a try. I need a helping hand here. And you can't possibly make it worse. We can try it out when we get home today. If it works hurray! If it doesn't then it has not made the situation any worse. And I ll think of something else." She insisted.

The rest of the drive home, I continued to shy away from the idea. But she had made up her mind. I thought to myself, if she thinks we can pull this off, then well and good. I have not got much planned for the rest of the day anyway.

"I am hungry, so I am going to grab a snack. I ll then take a shower and I ll call you when I am ready. We need to get on with this straight away." Ann was always full of energy. She didn't need time to rest after her training.

My mind was filled with what is planned for the rest of that week at college. I would have to start studying for the upcoming test later that week. I took a hot shower as I like to do after my training sessions.

I was sat in front of the TV staring at whatever was going on but my mind is elsewhere.

I thought to myself, is this really going to happen. Am I going to drape a saree on my beautiful sister? My sister who I found to be the sexiest woman wearing a saree. I think it was her curves that really works and is accentuated when she wears the saree. I had found her to be extremely hot in that saree.

I would be lying if I say I had not wished for what I thought was going to happen. To get much more closer to her when she is wearing a saree. I had imagined my hand running all over her body feeling her. I felt I was again thinking with my cock rather than my head. I felt it getting slightly hard. And I realised I was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt. And no underwear. I thought to myself this is a bad idea. I should put on an underwear first.

Right then Ann came out from her room and stood in front of the TV thinking I was immersed in it. "Bro, I am ready. Can you come and help me with this please?"

Ann was wearing a sky blue petticoat and the same colour blouse. The petticoat was tightly hugging body. And so was her blouse. She liked flaunting her assets. She had already done her hair. It was thick and flowing down from her head on to her shoulders. I eyed her from top to bottom. Whatever she was wearing clung to her body, and did not leave much to imagine. She had a perfect hourglass body that she seemed proud of and not hesitant to show off.

Ann's face very much resembles Aksha Pardasany. And the only person I can think of that has a similar body as Ann's is the US porn star Alexis Texas. But Ann's boobs are much larger than Alexis's. Ann's boobs very much were like Ayesha Takia's if not a bit bigger. So it was a perfect figure lady standing in front of me, with Aksha's face, Alexis Texas's body and bigger than Ayesha Takia's boobs.

"They look a bit too tight for you. Do you feel comfortable in them?" I was curious what she was wearing would not be comfortable for her.

"I don't care how comfortable I feel. I just want to look good." She said that with sly smile.

The way I was looking at her, she could see the effect she had on me.

"There is stuff all over my room. And there isn't enough space in there. So we ll go in your room to do this." She continued to grab the saree and started walking towards my room.

I stared at her ass as it wiggled while she walked towards my room unfolding the saree on the way. I remembered then, when I get her image in my head when I masturbate, to think of someone else, I alway search for Alexis Texas. I now realised I was looking for the same ass.

I waited a few seconds hoping to get my cock down from being semi hard just from my sister standing in front of me. I thought to myself that I need to get my underwear. Not going to be easy now that she is already in my room.

I know it is not going to be easy hiding my thing as it being just a bit more than 10 inches long when fully hard, it is clearly visible through my shorts even if it is slightly excited.

"Would you hurry up now?" She was starting to lose patience then.

I was thinking of ways to hide my boner while I walked to my room. I entered the room and saw her in front of the mirror focused on planning how she would drape the saree.

Ann set her saree on the bed and was standing in front of the mirror with her hands on her hips turning side to side to see which pose she liked the best. I simply could not understand which pose could be any less attractive.

I stood behind Ann and looked at the mirror. I expected her to only be upto a few inches below my shoulder, but she seemed an inches above my shoulder that time.

"I am wearing heels if are wondering." Ann understood I was surprised by her height.

I decided to stand behind her so that I can hide any accidental boner I might have.

"Right, you are going to be my dogsbody today. You ll only have to do the easy bits. And just do them as I say and I trust it will turn out to be perfect. Ready?" She was confident.

"I could have done some of this myself, but I ll let you learn with me. So hold this end of the saree" She held out an end of the saree for me. And when took it from her she continued with the instructions

"Tuck that corner into my petticoat" Ann showed no indication she was joking

Ann turned to the mirror waiting for me to get on with my instructions.

"Go on, put a corner in my petticoat here" Pointed me to point in her petticoat near her right hip to start from. "And then wrap and tuck a portion in."

I wrapped a bit of the end of the saree and looked up at the mirror at her. She rolled her eyes as if she is expecting things to be done faster.

I reach for for the point in her petticoat she pointed at and put two of my finger into the petticoat about inch and pulled it out to tuck the wrapped end of the saree. I barely could fit my 2 fingers in there. It was so tightly worn. It looked like some stretching material and held in place.

I looked at Ann though the mirror again and frowned at her to indicate that petticoat is too tight and not making my job easy. She had an innocent smile on her face that suggested that is exactly what she wanted and she was more than happy with it.

The point my fingers touched her body felt very warm. It was smooth. Ann's body felt tight as well. It did not feel like she had much flesh there. I assumed it was because of her toned body as she definitely was not skinny.

I continued to tuck a bit of saree into the petticoat along its length. And as I went along Ann turned to give the saree one full wrap.

I waited for the next instruction holding onto the saree behind Ann, while she took her time making sure the length and tucking are all correct. While she did that, I looked down and saw her big round protruding squat ass was just about 2 inches from something in my shorts that was causing a tent.

I thought about excusing to go to bathroom to put on an underwear. But if I move from that position Ann might notice it. Should I risk that? Or stay there and hope my boner goes down?

"Right, that was a very good first drape for you bro." She appreciated me.

"However, I want it to be a bit more tight. I ll make some adjustments here. You need to go two more rounds as before. When you go again, pull the saree a bit while you go around and that will make it right." She started turning around as she said that expecting to start tucking straight away.

I was stuck for a second, but I caught up. This time when I came around to the back, I was slightly losing my inhibitions. I started putting more than an inch of my fingers into the petticoat. Ann's petticoat was worn really low. That is something I expect her to do to show off her curvy navel. I was courageous and put about half of the fingers in the second round. I felt my fingers were rubbing the top of her ass cheeks. I got even more courageous on the third round that I put the full length of my fingers in.

"I think we need to go for a few more rounds. This saree is much more thinner that I expected" She said getting a better look at the saree material.

It was a chiffon saree and very thin material. It needed to be draped a few times before the petticoat is not longer clearly visible.

I was acting as if I am making saree drape perfect. Lingering around the back side a bit more. Staring and admiring her ass a bit more closer. And also caressing with my two fingers inside the petticoat. Putting some more in, and then taking some out. Just anything to stay on the back side for a little longer. Seeing Ann focused on making sure the rest was done properly and making her own adjustments, I tried to pay even further attention to Ann's behind. I would tuck some saree in, and then run my hand down on the outside of the saree caressing her ass as if to make the saree clign to her body as if it was her second skin. Her ass cheeks wiggled as I did that and clearly visible through the now tightly draped saree. It was a sight to see.

"Is it hard?" She asked me. Looking straight in my eyes through the mirror.

I did not answer. I stood there looking in her eyes not knowing how to respond without any emotions.

"Is this draping hard work for you?" She made the question clearer.

I should say I was slightly relieved.

"Ok now I need to do the difficult part where I will have to pleat it together." Ann said after she got the remaining saree from me and threw it over her shoulder.

And Ann proceeded to create pleats. I thought my job was done so I tried to move back.

"Wait you need to put this pleat in" Ann said while focusing on making the pleats perfect.

Maybe I thought I could not get out of it, or maybe I wanted to do it. So I followed the instruction again. Grabbed the pleats without adjusting Ann's perfect folds. And proceeded to tuck it in where she pointed me to. She pointing below her belly button. The petticoat was low enough that there was plenty of room between the belly button and the top of the petticoat.

While I tried to do this, Ann was looking over the shoulder in the mirror and see how the back side has turned out. She seemed to like how her ass looked in this saree. She jutted her ass out to make it even more prominent. This caused her boobs to come forward and was blocking my view of where the pleats should be tucked in.

It was as if Ann's boobs were complaining that it did not get the same level of attention from me as her ass. I was aware that she would notice if I gave the same attention. She would turn and face me any time now and she when does I don't want her to see me staring at her boobs. But a quick glance that close was mesmerising. They were huge. Ann standing on heels and leaning forward brought those huge melons the closest to my eyes from ever I can remember.

I knelt down to do the pleats properly. Making sure I did not make any changes to way Ann did the pleats, I tried to tuck it in. It was not easy and there was no more room for the saree to be tucked in. I pushed hard and managed to get the pleats in place.

Ann then proceeded to make adjustments, trying to put the saree in the right places. And trying out different poses, I guess trying them out for photos the following day when she will wear the saree to the college.

I stood up and slowly moved away trying to see if I can get into the bathroom to grab an underwear I can wear. I proceeded to the bathroom. Ann should definitely did notice I had moved away, but she did not say anything. I saw through the reflection in the mirror there was a smile at the corner of her lips.

I managed to tuck my member into an underwear. Wasn't easy. I managed after a few minutes.

Came out of the bathroom to see Ann still immersed in her modelling in front of the mirror.

"I'll have to stick in so many pins to keep these in place." Ann was not happy the saree was not staying in place where it should.

"I am so pleased at this" saying that Ann walked towards me with open hands as if to hug.

She hugged me tight. She was very much pleased at the job I had just done. All I could think was that if I had not used that opportunity to put on an underwear, it would have been a very embarrassing situation.

Parting from our hug she went back to the mirror. "I really love how this has turned out. There is still room for improvement. But this awesome for a start. If mom was helping me, she would not it would not have turned out like this, as she would complain about lots of things."

Ann then turned to me "I guess it helps if you have someone who appreciates wearing saree in the way it should be"

"Huh?" I was confused.

"You draped saree on me just the way you like to see someone wearing it. Am I correct?" She said as a matter of fact

"I do like sarees. And yes I think it looks good on you" Me being honest

"Just 'good'?" She paused and turned around to the mirror "Don't I look sexy in this saree?" She said in an alluring way and turning her head to look at my direction.

I might have blushed then.

"Yes it looks sexy. And I think it is because you have a great body" I was feeling a bit more bold and felt ok to be more open with my sister.

"Explain" She instructed.

Seeing I did not respond to that, she insisted again. "What do you mean by me having a great body"

She liked being told how good looking she is.

"Well you take care of you body. And you are blessed with right curves and meat at the right places" How else could I explain that?

"Hmm" She paused for a second.

"Talking about having a great body. Why is that such a hunk like you dating a girl like Jan?" Ann seemed very curious.