Journey With Sister

Written by Saagar, Comments are welcome through the link below.

I am a 20 years old Indian boy. My name is Saagar. I am living in Mumbai. My father has got small business here in Mumbai. My Mother is Housewife. I have one sister, Name Sangita. My pretty sister is 25 years old. She lives with her husband at Delhi. Sangita and I are the most precious things to my parents. They love us more than themselves. Naturally, they were very sad when my sister got married and I left home for studying in engineering at Banglore two years ago. Ma cried for months and wrote me letters full of words how she misses me and Sangita and how she is looking forward to the days when I will come home. Baba was gloomy too, but he didn't let us know that.

Anyway, when I came home this summer, my parents were very happy. After a week of huge happiness, we all started missing Sangita, my lovely and sexy sister. I have not seen her for last 2 years. Several pictures of her that I saw in these 2 years only makes me feel that she has become more prettier and sexy after marriage. Before marriage, she was pretty all right, more cute than sexy. She is very tall, 5'10", has long black silky hair, two large salty eyes and is extremely fair for a Bengali girl. Everybody at her college used to think that she is Punjabi, not a Bengali. She was very slim and thin as well, only weighed 110 lbs before marriage. In contrast of her slender figure, she had a heavy pair of tits and a big ass.

Even though I have never seen Sangita naked, I knew by my heart that she is stunningly sexy inside. Her tits were about the size of a pair of big oranges, not huge by any means but round and tight. Suddenly, I felt very horny thinking about the pretty face and the sexy body of my sister. I was so hot that I had to jerk off instantly. That night, I dreamed about how I like to kiss Sangita's juicy lips, suckle her nipples and ram my big cock in her wet cunt. I jerked off several time. They were the strongest orgasms of my life. Before going to sleep I decided to go to Delhi to visit Sangita.

My mother was very elated to hear that I am ready to go to Delhi and bring Sangita to stay with the family for a month. She called Sangita and told her about my coming. Sangita was very excited too. I took the plane to Delhi the next day and reached Sangita's door with erected cock. But my steam got out when I found that her husband's family is very conservative and would not let her go with me without the permission of the head of the house who was out of town. Besides, Sangita looked very sad, gloomy and depressed. She was wearing very conservative clothing with thick dupatta (shawl) over her head and I could hardly see her face, let alone her body.

Her mother-in-law does not let her go out as often as she likes, or dress as every modern girl of her age does. Sangita has to sit around most of the day at her room and do lot of household chores for her mother in laws. So, going home with me was a great escape for her; she was very excited before learning that it is not going to happen soon without the permission from her father-in-law's. She started to cry. I was very upset too and felt more urgency to move Sangita out of her confinement.

Finally, after one day the man of the house came because he had to postpone his visit to his village home for some grave reason. I urged him very passionately how my family missed Sangita and pleaded to let her go with me to visit my parents. He reluctantly agreed, but for only two weeks. I had no options to refuse, so I yielded. The next morning, the family driver of the house drove Sangita and me to the railway station as I missed the plane because of the delay. Sangita was silent. She did not say any words to me. When the driver saw us take our seats in the first class compartment we reserved and left, only then there was a shade of smile on Sangita's face. First things she said,

"I shall go to the rest room."

I noticed that the compartment was rather small, had only one long seat and an overhead bunk and a window. It was hardly 5 ft wide and about 7 ft long. Our bags and stuff had taken all the bunk, so we will have to share the only seat for the next 24 hours.

Entry of Sangita's in the compartment snapped me from my thought. I was enthralled and speechless looking at Sangita standing before me with a big smile. She has removed all clothes that she was wearing and now wearing a tight fit salwar kamiz. It was a semi transparent siphon kamiz and was shockingly feroza colored. All her inhibition from the conservative clothing's been gone now. She was a damn sexy sister now. She still has those long hairs, which she let fall freely. She was wearing heavy make-up on her face, dark mascara on eyelids (also feroza) and very hot red lipstick. Her potty lips seemed to me two fresh orange loves to suck on.

Obviously she was not as slim as she used to be. She gained some weight. But most of the weights have accumulated on her tits. They are huge now. From two shapely apples they had become two huge cocoanuts, still amazingly tight. I could easily make out the trace of her flowery bra through her see-through dress. That bra must have been made of some very strong elastic material, because her salwar kamiz was almost exploding at her chest. Every thread of the kamiz was stretched to fullest. To make things worse (or better), the kamiz was very low necked, so a considerable portion of her tits was bursting out of her kamiz clearly showing the deadly cleavage.

Very reluctantly I moved my eyes from her tits and looked down. Her white and fair belly with the deep naval was visible through the kamiz. No! she does not have any or very little fat on her abdomen. She was wearing skin-tight salwar of the same feroza color and a long high heel. In fact she is even taller than me with these high heels.

I do not remember how long I ogled my sister like that. May be it was only a few seconds, but to me time has stopped counting. And my old hard on has come back with enormous vigor. It was so hard that it ached and it made a visible tent over my pants. I had no control over it. My cock only dreamed about a sweet slim sister who is just sexy. But this new sex bomb that Sangita has visibly become was really unaccounted for.

It was difficult not to notice the reaction her return has created on my cock and Sangita noticed it. She smiled at it and said,

"What happened to you? Have not you seen a girl before?"

I was back to reality and only managed to say,

"No, I mean yes, I have seen many girls but not as beautiful as you. I never thought you become so pretty and beautiful lately."

Sangita smiled again and said,

"Ok, you don't have to flatter me. I cannot get chance to dress like this often. My husband gave me this kamiz last year, but never got the chance to wear it. It seems a bit tight, as I have gained weight. But, don't worry I am happy to be able to go home and meet my little brother."

Then she did something, which she always used to do when I was a kid and I hated it then. She pinched my cheeks with her fingers like I am only two years old. I only protested saying,

"You know your brother is no more little and he don't like to be pinched by his sister."

"No! My brother. You are still my little brother who likes to hug his adorable sister and always will be little too me."

I was imagining the consequences of a close hug at this stage. With her bulging tits and my exploding cock it might be disastrous. To escape from more embarrassment I decided to pay a visit to the food compartment for a change. It was a very hot day, about 100F outside. A wind was blowing, but it was still very hot. I started to sweat a lot.

I got a Pepsi for me and bought one for Sangita too. When I got back after 15 minutes, Sangita was reading a film magazine with some sexy photographs of Madhuri and Urmila. Sangita was sweating too. Her transparent siphon kamiz was virtually pasted to her body. My cock came back to his usual hard on again. Apparently, the Pepsi could not cool it off. Sangita took the Pepsi and began to drink. Then we began to chat about mom and baba a lot, my study and off course! Hindi movies. Sangita asked,

"Do you watch a lot of movies, Saagar?"

"Not a lot. But watch the good ones."

"Which are your favourite heroines?"

"I think most of them are very good looking. I like Madhuri a lot. And Kajol and Karishma."

"So you like Madhuri, ha. Why? Do you think she is sexy?"

I blushed at this question, but answered,

"Off course Madhuri is sexy. Kajol is more pretty than sexy. But Karishma is all sexy."

Then I realized that Sangita looks very similar to Karishma, only a little taller and has at least double sized tits. But both of them have almost sister like faces. Sangita was a bit amused at my view about Karishma and said,

"Do you know that lot of people say that I look very similar to Karishma Kapoor. May be I am not as pretty as she is, but you have to agree that we have familiarity."

"didi (sister in hindi), don't be modest. You have some trace of Karishma's face, but you are far prettier than Karishma. If you would have gone to Bollywood before marriage, you would have been the most beautiful Hindi film star of modern time."

"Wow, hold it brother. Don't get carried away. Only tell me one thing. Since, you think Karishma is very sexy, do you think your sister is sexy too."

I was stunned at this question, could not think much to arrange my words, but expressed my true feelings,

"Sangita didi, if you knew how sexy you are, you would think twice travelling alone with a young boy even if he is your brother. You are the sexiest girl I have ever seen, far sexier than Karishma or Urmila."

Sangita pinched my cheek once again and said,

"Don't act older than you are Saagar. You are still a little brother."

She started to laugh loudly then and said,

"Off! it is very hot that makes me sleepy. Would you mind if I take a little nap."

"Off course not, But where? Since, we are left with only one seat." "Don't worry I will put my head on your lap and lie easily."

Without giving me any chance to oppose she put her head right on my bulging cock, raised her feet on the seat, closed her eyes and began to sleep.

Now I was really in a tough situation with my rock hard cock. With the warm touch of her body on my legs, her silky hair on my hands, sweaty and bare white snowy flesh of her tits just 10 inches away from my nose and above all, her very strong perfume mixed with the husky smell of a sexy sweating lady made my cock trying to jump out of his confinement. The thing it needed most at this time is a fresh air and several brushing of hand strokes and it will burst into flood of ejaculation.

My cock was rather big; a hefty 10" when fully erect and very fat too. It was trying to virtually lift Sangita's head off the lap. Then the weight of her head gained on the cock and it backed down a little before jerking her head up once again. Sangita seemingly was deep in sleep; obliviously not aware of the effect my cock is playing on her head.

Sangita was breathing heavily now with rhythmic motion of her huge tit mounds. Beads of sweat have gathered on her neck, shoulder and her exposed tits. Her skin was so fair that I could see her blue veins running through her white tit flesh. I had greatest impulse was to right away dive my nose in those deep white cleavage and tear away her flimsy kamiz. But I had to restrain my animal urge. The smell of her sweat seemed to increase as she is sweating heavily now. I don't know, may be, people sweat more when they are in sleep, but the smell of her sweat was very strong and musky and sexy.

It was a kind of salty smell that makes one to feel slobbering the body that emanating such a smell with tongue like a dog. Then, Sangita raised one of her hand to my shoulder and grabbed my neck like a child grabs her mom. Her hand felt very worm and this position made half of her left boobs be pasted on my chest. The touch of her soft tits was unnatural. Above all, now I could see her wet armpit through her very transparent kamiz that was pasted to her armpit and left no cover to conceal what is inside.

To my utter surprise, Sangita had some black hairs on her armpit. As everybody knows that armpits sweat a lot and sweating makes them smell, Sangita's husky odors were mostly coming from her armpit. The wet black hairs were so sexy that I was about to collapse. I always thought armpit hairs are very sexy. Hardly any modern girls entertain hairs on their armpit anymore. I once read an erotic book that says that women always were proud of their thick hairs on the armpits.

It was considered an out of fashion or prudish conduct if any lady shaved them at that time. Very few women who know what is cool have ever shaved their armpit. But now, almost everybody shave it. Anyway, I was hot like fire with the sight of my sister's sweaty and smelly armpit from so close. My cock had almost become numb, still like a rock and pulsating.

Somehow, I could not resist anymore but move my nose as close to Sangita's boobs as I practically can. They were only 2 inch away from my nose and they too smelled husky with sweat. I then moved my nose closer to her armpit. Oh god, I have no way to describe the pungency or erotic on that smell. It will hardly suffice to say that right now if the sexist girl of the world like Jennifer Lopez, Salma Hayek or Brittney Spears comes to me and offered their cunt to fuck them, I would gladly trade the opportunity for a chance to lick Sangita's sweaty armpit and the snowy flesh of her tits that were bare. I had no idea how long it has been. It may be an hour, two hour or just a minute.

My cock was still hard like steel and will explode the very first chance it will get. Sangita, meanwhile, rearranged her body a little, now her juicy potty lips with bloody red lipstick were only a few inches away from my mouth. Her lips looked so kissable with some beads of sweat over her lips, I brought my lips almost over hers and was about to kiss her, and then suddenly she opened her eyes and found my face just inches away from her. I was very startled, but Sangita didn't care.

She asked, "How long did I sleep? It is very hot today. I need to change my kamiz it is almost wet. She then asked me to take down her suitcase and bring out a new kamiz for her. But the key could not be found anywhere. She must have forgotten them while leaving in hurry. It was a big break for me. Now when I think about the incident it still puzzles me at what would have happen (or not happen) if the keys were not lost. Sangita was sweating so much but she had no way to change.

She finally said, "At least, I will have got rid of this nylon bra. It is killing me in this hot day."

I did not have the time to realize my luck. But Sangita added,

"Just do not look at me while I am changing, my little brother. It won't take long. It would be better if you close your eyes."

I did close my eyes and after a minute she uttered,

"Ok, it's done. You can look now."

Oh God! What did I have to look on then. Her flowery bra is gone and also her dupatta. Her creamy tits were clearly visible through the semi wet siphon kamiz. The tits were amazingly holding up their shapes, very little sagged out of their bra prison. But they have increased in size even more. Now they seemed at least like two big round volleyball. There are a lot of sexy statues at the Konark temple with very tight, round and perfect boobs. But I have never seen any as sexy as Sangita's.

Her nipples were not very big, but seemingly become erected by the brushing off rough siphon kamiz. And her nipples were protruding like two cute little grapes on a cake topping. The breasts are little pinkish and dark around the nipples. I can even make out some blue veins through her kamiz. It was one of the sexiest sights of my life. My cock was at the end of its restrain and I felt the need of the strongest ejaculation of my life.

But Sangita completely unaware of the effect of her almost naked body on me, said,

"You are a good brother Saagar. Let me sleep a little more."

Then she looked at my face. Probably seeing the sweats on my face or something, she said,

"Why are you still wearing that wet shirt? Take it off. You will feel good."

I removed my shirt and my well worked out body was in full view. I saw node of approval at her eyes seeing my body. She only said,

"You worked out lot, Saagar. That's good. I like strong males."

Then she dropped herself on my lap and lay down like before and closed her eyes. This time not only 25% of her bare tit flesh, but also another 75% of her tits underneath the transparent kamiz was visible too. The sight of the sweaty nipples protruding like mini cocks was too much for me. And her armpits, they still smelled like crazy. Speaking of armpit, my armpit was full of hair too. I only shaved my armpit once in my life and that was at my Boy Scout camp 3 years ago. I had at least 4 to 5 inches long hairs on my armpit.

When wet with sweat, they came out of my armpit like hairs of Himalayan saints. I usually washed my armpit good, but for the last 3 days I was on the roads, so did not get the chance to clean them. My armpit smelled too. With my shirts off, I can smell it now. I was kind of worried that the armpit odor might draw Sangita away from me, which I would not let happen by any means.

But my solace was in that Sangita was sleeping deeply then and was not aware of any thing else. But I must admit that my armpit smelled a lot, but Sangita's armpit was not lagging far behind when comes to tickling the nostril nerves. She smelled pretty heavily herself. But her odour made me desire to lick all over her body and suck clean the sweats from all over her body. My cock already started dripping with pre cum juice and I could feel wetness on my pants. But I had no control over it.

It is beyond the wildest dream I have ever have. My sexy sister whom I desired for long time was lying on my laps with her semi exposed tits and sweaty armpit hair within inches of lusting tongue or nose is not something a boy like me dream even in his dreams. And it is reality. I only prayed that I do not come in my pants. Because then Sangita would know how bad am I and would go away from me forever.

Anyway, Sangita then turned side wise and directly pasting her tits on my belly and her lips on my bare flesh. Seemingly she was sleeping. When I saw a little stream of sweat from my left armpit started to run sliding my bare flesh directly towards my sister's open mouth, I was frozen. Now what shall I do! If the salty sweat got into her lips, she would surely taste the bitter sweat of my armpit with all those unclean armpit smell. But I was dumbfounded and without any idea what to do.

Eventually the stream of sweat gets more sweat on its way and falls right into Sangita's partly open mouth like a waterfall. I closed my eyes and was waiting for her shocking reaction. But when I opened my eyes what I saw was too great. Sangita is awake and smiling while she is licking her lips that were just being wetted by my sweat. She smiled very sexily and said,

"I never thought you smell so manly Saagar. My God, you have really grown up. You even taste like a sexy young man. Would you mind if I lick the sweat out of your body, because you are sweating like hell. I will just lick your body clean."

She did not wait for my reply. I guess she already knew the answer. So Sangita put her tongue right on my belly and with a big sweep run her tongue over my bare flesh. I was in heaven. She then moved upwards with sweeping my body with regular strokes. Each of them making me desires to fuck her even more. She then reached my nipples and licked one of them while touching another with her long nails. She uttered,