Samyukta was to leave to Dubai in the next two days and the house brimmed with obscurity. She knew that life is going to be difficult without her parents and loving siblings, more so in a country about which she knew very little. The last fifteen days have been very memorable with roars of laughter ripping through every now and then. Being a woman with an enviable sense of humor, she had kept her parents, brother and sister in very high spirits.
Samyukta's marriage had taken place a fortnight ago. Madhu, her husband had left within a couple of days after the marriage due to some job exigencies. Although Samyukta did have a valid passport, it took a while for obtaining the VISA and for completing certain quintessential formalities. Finally, with the obstacles cleared, she was just a couple of days away from boarding her flight to Dubai.
Harish, her younger brother was largely responsible for getting the things done for her in such a quick time. Samyukta was aware of the stress he had undergone during the last few days as he kept visiting several offices and meeting several officials. Harish perhaps epitomized the typical middle class son who often became the scapegoat by sacrificing a few things for the sake of the family. Although, he had a decent job to be content with, his morale was at its lowest ebb after a terrible heartbreak. His fiancé dumped him for reasons better known to her and since then Harish lived just like a piece of wood. Perhaps, he looked more sober as he realized that Samyukta, who stood with him all through his turbulence won't be available after a couple of days.
She had to undertake quite a long journey from a village in southern India. Unfortunately, she couldn't find a confirmed berth in the train to the city, which was a night's journey away. She was to board the plane from there to Dubai, where her husband would be picking her up at the Airport. Harish was to accompany her in the bus journey to the city, as their father was immobile for all practical purposes.
Finally, the day arrived. Even Samyukta couldn't conceal her emotions as she realized that she has to leave the house where she grew up, playing with her brother and sister. Her eyes began glistening thinking about her affectionate mother and her physically incapacitated father. She stood at the window peeping outside watching the streets of her village and the faces she had known ever since she was a child.
Her father began sobbing uncontrollably as Harish brought the taxi to take her to the bus stand. She hugged her mother and sisters letting her tears fall on their shoulders. She struggled hard consoling his father whom she never remembered to have wept all through his life. He had just the consolation that he might be staying with his sister for until she boards the aircraft bound for Dubai.
Samyukta kept looking back waving her hands to her family members and a couple of friends who had assembled at her house to see her off. As the taxi took the turn into the main road, she turned around with moist eyes and her nose looked reddish. Harish didn't speak to her until they reached the bus stand where they had to board a private luxury bus. He was aware that his sister had the mental strength to get herself recouped before the journey even began.
He wasn't wrong by any means. By the time the bus reached the outskirts of the town, she began chitchatting with Harish in her usual enterprising way. Harish couldn't resist his smile.
Samyukta always preferred wearing churidars to saris as she felt lot of discomfort, especially during the summer. However, she was wearing a plain sari and with a matching blouse. She had agreed to get her nose pierced just before marriage so that she could wear the nosebud, considered as a sign of a married woman. Like most women, she was fascinated about jewels, especially bracelets and earlobes. Her mother had spent over an hour spinning her long hair to perfection. In all probabilities the tip of her hair might be brushing well below her waist. The fragrance of fresh jasmine streaks that decorated her hair was adding a new flavor to her looks. Harish kept watching her as she was eagerly peeping out of the window like a little kid. He remembered that she was always particular about the window seat, whether it was a car, bus or even a train.
"I hope you get a window seat in the flight as well," Harish said mockingly.
She looked at him and smiled.
Not so surprisingly, there were just a dozen passengers in the entire bus, as Harish had expected. He hoped that with such weak passenger strength, the operators might not be interested in playing the DVD but it was not to be. He was annoyed as a film began running on the huge TV screen making the rest of the passengers glued to it. He wanted Samyukta to sleep reasonably well during the journey so that she can remain brisk the next day. He smiled again as she let out a gentle yawn before resting her head on the cushion and closing her eyes. He wished he could sleep but his mind was fluttering remembering his lost love and several turbulences that had shook him in the recent times.
The bus was now speeding through the broad four-way national highway and such the driver seemed to accelerate the speed incredibly. Samyukta was fast asleep now and every now and then her head tilted and rested on Harish's shoulders. His nostrils filled with the fragrance of jasmine and the gentle aroma of her shampoo, every time she leaned on him.
Strangely, Harish closed his eyes and started thinking about his erstwhile sweetheart who also loved wearing plenty of jasmine on her hair whenever she could. As he looked at Samyukta who leaned on his shoulders yet again, he felt a gentle shock at once. Her sari had slipped above her chest revealing her sharp firm left breast underneath the blouse. Although, there was very little light inside the bus, he clearly could see her cleavage through the neck of her blouse. He shook his head as he tried not to look any further but he soon gave up to the temptations.
'What am I doing? She is my sister,' Harish began cursing him. Samyukta suddenly opened her eyes and looked up forcing him to pretend as if he was sleeping.
It wasn't the last time as Harish kept scanning her chest, although a bit stealthily. He didn't want his sister to catch him but at least on a couple of times, he was convinced that she had seen where he was looking at. After some time, it began looking like a hide and seeks between the brother and sister.
Samyukta was aware of the fact that her brother was peeping inside her blouse but she didn't feel anything awkward about it. In fact, she was excited to see how hard her brother was trying to gaze her cleavage. The mischievous girl that she is, always thrilled about flirting and guys, she did her best to give him a good glimpse of her breasts by leaning on his shoulders and sliding further down to his arms. She was thoroughly amused watching her curious brother struggling to peek without letting her know that he was actually doing it. She wiggled her legs letting her left leg brush his right leg. She knew that Harish was swilling out. She smiled knowing that she had lot of time to tease her brother, as the journey would last a good eight hours or even more.
But, she felt a gentle fear descending on her as she felt his right hand going around her and resting on her right shoulder. His fingers were surely trembling as they held her shoulders but once they did, they felt real firm.
"Harish?" Samyukta hushed as though she was about to pose a question.
"Oh," Harish hurriedly pulled back his right hand from her shoulders.
"Don't worry," Samyukta whispered. "Keep it there as long as you wish."
Harish was apparently encouraged as his right hand reached out to her shoulder yet again. His fingers began teasing her collarbones for a while before he let a couple of his fingers to probe between her blouse and the bra strap. Samyukta felt a gentle tingle at once and her left hand started caressing his right thigh. The bus suddenly bumped over a speed-breaker and her finger -nails inadvertently brushed against his crotch. Harish felt a mild lightning hitting his body. In a reflex action, his left hands gripped her on his crotch and began pressing it against his tent. She quickly took his clue and cupped his bulge wrapping it around with her wrist.
His right hand began caressing her back exposed above her blouse sending a shiver into her spine. His fingers intruded inside her blouse, reached out to her bra strap and began pulling. Samyukta squirmed as she felt her bra tightening on her breasts as he kept pulling the strap from right to left. She feared that the hooks might just give away if he continues stretching the bra any further but didn't say a word as she had already begun enjoying his tease. She shook again as her nipples hardened under the captivity of her bra.
It was Hari's turn to lean to his right on her shoulder as he planted a kiss on her cheek. He began moving his lips right under her ear licking down the neck and sending erotic signals to her nervous system. His right hand crawled between her blouse and bareback caressing all over. His fingers soon reached her shoulders and stayed for a while stroking her skin just below her neck. Samyukta close her eyes as she was very much aware where his fingers were heading. As his fingers plunged into her cleavage, she turned and planted a kiss on his lips. Harish was equal to the task as he made good use of the opportunity to draw her lips inside his mouth. She moaned inside him as his tongue began exploring her mouth with relish.
They broke the kiss after a while and looked deep into each other's eyes through the semi-darkness inside the bus.
"Your fingers talk well," She whispered with a smile.
"They certainly do," He said reciprocating her smile. "They are as good as yours." Samyukta took his left hand and placed it on her belly. She started maneuvering his fingers by pressing her right hand over. His right hand managed to get in between his blouse and bra as his fingers held her bra cup on the right breast. He was searching her throbbing nipple and once he found it, he pressed his thumb against it. The shackles were getting broken as Samyukta pushed his left hand further down from her belly. He kept following her motions as his palm began rubbing up and down her thigh and occasionally cupping her mound. Samyukta was spreading her legs wider to give better access to her brother. While Harish began caressing her crotch, she took of her right hand from him and reached out to pull his face towards him for another prolonged French kiss. They moaned into each other's mouth while his right hand began straining her blouse on the front.
Harish did something unexpected once they broke their kiss. He quickly got of the seat and squeezed his body right in between the front row and his sister's well spread legs.
"Harish!" Samyukta sounded shocked. "What are you doing? Someone might watch us."
"No way," He replied. "We are almost in the last row and everyone is busy watching the movie on the DVD."
Before she could say anything, he quickly buried his face right in between her legs. Samyukta wished she could resist but her hands involuntarily reached out to his head holding him tight against her crotch. His hands crawled through her body looking to hold her breasts. Samyukta knew that the bus wasn't the right place to take off the sari and hence just pushed it behind. She tried to suppress the moan that escaped her throat, as his hands ran over her blouse and grabbed both her breasts. He began swaying his head in between her legs brushing her thighs with his cheeks and her crotch with his nose. Her hands began grazing his hair as she pushed her head back on the rest biting her lips in pleasure.
She opened her eyes and started looking around them. Not even a single passenger behind them or around them. The few passengers had taken advantage of the vacant seats in the front to enjoy the movie running on the DVD.
"Harish," She whispered. It took a while for him to look up at her and once he did, his eyes swelled in excitement. She was undoing the hooks on her blouse with a blushing smile.
"You need to be quick," Samyukta cautioned him as she pushed the loosened blouse underneath her armpits on either side. She was equally quick to unclasp her bra hooks as well.
It was dark. But as streaks of light from the road lights kept flashing into the bus as it went. Harish kept watching her young breasts in awe for a few moments, stopping his hands on them. His eyes strained to have a look at her areolas and in the process he was aroused to see her nipples standing erect like two bullets.
"Do you remember?" Samyukta spoke softly. "Before I became a big girl, we used to play a lot touching each other always."
