It was a typical Monday morning during the summer hols; waking up at ten in the morning, having breakfast alone, not a thing to do except to lie around the entire day doing practically nothing at all, except getting horny of course. I had just had my 18th birthday and was in the final year of high school, and had grown tired of the erstwhile huge wonders of the internet and the female body and the deadly combination of both! All my friends at school were fascinated by everything remotely connected to sex, and most of them have had multiple experiences till date, save for poor 'Yours Truly'! You see, the last girlfriend I had was 'Ruefully religious' and was regrettably a staunch believer in the institution and sanctity of marriage! No wonder we broke up!
I was having a drag week anyways! The only good thing that happened was watching a trashy Bollywood flick with lots of bikinis and women-coming-out-of-the-sea, with some of my guy friends, and hooting lusciously at the stars on the big screen! Pathetic, you said? Well, I cannot agree more!
My family and I lived in the immense apartment of ours, my family members being my parents and my sister Anita who was two years senior to me! She was 20, a college-goer, and boy was she hot! I was especially aware of this fact since my sister and I shared the same room! It was that my sister had the habit of being 'dead' while she's asleep, and she also had a habit of having rather nasty nightmares whenever she slept alone. So I was used by my parents to act as a leash on her to drive away the devilish nightmares... and the arrangement worked fairly well for me as well.
You see, as I mentioned before, my sister had a habit of being 'dead' while she's sleeping! And especially during the summer months, I took advantage of her being 'dead' to the fullest. In fact only last night, after she started snoring lightly on the bedspread, I sat up. This night, she was wearing a knee length pink night-gown which was fairly transparent. I could see the faint outlines of her shapely breasts encased in a white brassiere. But boobs were not what I was concerned with since it involved more risk than I bargained for. So as always, I took the easy way out and slowly lifted the end of her gown to expose her snow-white, beautiful thighs, and matching white panties. I shuddered involuntarily as I sensed my manhood squirm in my trousers. It had indeed been years since I learned this amazing thing called masturbation and I still got a kick out of servicing my manhood several times a day! And I had found out that the best way to jerk off was by staring at my sister's undies! That's all I do, really! Just lift her gown up to her belly-button, watch her undies and gift myself a handjob. Of course it doesn't sound very impressive, but what else could I do... I could land into serious trouble if she woke up! But last night, I decided to be a little bolder and see how 'dead' my sister really was... was she dead to the extent of allowing a little simulated necrophilia?
I moved my index finger up and down her thighs in slow ecstatic motions but my sister didn't budge. You see, Anita never woke up in the middle of the night for any reason. I needed to go to the toilet a couple of times during a night, but she never got up. Even in the morning, I had to push, pull and prod her for at least five minutes before she moved at all! So I counted on my common sense as I took the immense risk of the next big step.
