My sister Sanjna is five years older than me. We had been very close whole our life. She had been taking care of me since her childhood. As we grew older the bond between us also grew stronger and deeper. We never had any secrets from each other. My mother and father are very conservative and orthodox people. They were very strict with us especially with my sister. She couldn't freely move in or out of our house. If she wanted to go to market or to a friend's house she had to ask permission and even then somebody, mostly I or my mother, will accompany her to the destination whatever or where ever it was. They were very much against any friendships or love affairs.
When she was in her last year of college my father found a boy in our own community and she got engaged to him. I had just turned eighteen at that time. At that time a love affair was just starting to bloom between her and Kamal a boy from our street. It was not even a love affair just a friendship But the engagement put an end to it. My sister sent a note to him through me telling him about the engagement. She asked him never ever to try to meet her. But her misery didn't end with it. She wanted to finish her studies and find a job and work. She didn't want to live the boring life of a house wife like my mother. But her 'would be' in laws didn't want their daughters or daughters in law to work or job. She was heartbroken. All her dreams were shattered. She imprisoned herself in her own room which I shared with her. She became withdrawn and was no more 'the happy go Lucky' girl of a few days back. Her face became pale and lifeless. At night, I will hear her weeping under her comforter. I was very upset that I couldn't help her in any way.
One day it became simply unbearable for me to sleep there next to her listening to her sobs, unable to do something for her. I got up and went to her bed to talk to her to somehow console her. I lowered the comforter from her face. Her eyes were read and tears were flowing uncontrollably. I couldn't find any words. She wrapped her arms around my neck and started weeping openly and loudly. "Why can't we live our own lives?" By 'we' most probably she meant 'we girls'. I planted a small kiss on her forehead and wiped her tears and put a finger on her lips and gestured towards our parent's bedroom. She nodded her head in an understanding way and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "This is a man's world. Don't know when will get freedom from this male chauvinism. Promise me dear you won't be like our father."
"I didn't get the full meaning of what she was talking about but I agreed to do whatever she asked me to do. " I am on your side." I assured her. She kept on looking at me for some time then she pulled me into her bed with her. She gave me a small peck and pat on my cheeks and clung to me even more tightly. We sat like that for a few minutes. I kept caressing her back and running mu fingers through her hairs. She fell asleep in my arms.
I slowly put her in the bed and kept caressing and feeling her for a long time before I myself fell asleep next to her. It was a strange experience for me. Our relationship found a new dimension that night. In the morning when I woke up I found her sleeping with her left arm and left leg curled around my body. Her thigh was rubbing against my hardened member. It felt very good. I caressed her thigh. To my surprise it was naked. The feel of her soft warm silky flesh sent strong currents throughout my body. I remembered that she always took off her Salwar after putting off the lights and getting under her comforter.
I had a keen urge to remove the comforter and take a look at her naked thighs. I felt much ashamed at having such feelings about my own sister. But at that time my brain was not the controlling organ. The dominant impulses were coming from somewhere else. I decided to go ahead and turned towards her. My eyes fell on her lovely face. Instinctively I bent and kissed her forehead lightly. When she didn't move a muscle I took advantage of the situation I bent further and kissed her on the cheek. She still didn't move. I kissed her again letting my lips linger a little near her lips. Her hot breath was making me mad. This was the first time I was kissing a girl like that. My thinking was all muddled. I decided to go one step further and kiss her lips. I will just touch my lips with her and let it go. I decided. But when I bent down she turned and whispered in my ear "lock the door first." The words shocked me. I never in my life could have thought that she will agree to anything like that.
But it brought me back to the world of living. I looked at her. Her eyes were still closed. "It is already 5. 30" I whispered back. We both knew what it meant. Soon mom will be knocking at our door to wake us up. As I came out of her bed she pulled me back catching hold of my shirts collar and planted my lips on her own. I kissed her like a man possessed. We kissed for a long time none of us wanting to separate.
I will never forget that moment, that kiss for whole my life. The feeling simply can't be put into words. And it pleased me further when I saw a smile on her face after so many days. She saw me watching her and her face turned red. She quickly turned away and pulled her blanket over her face feigning sleep. I took the cue and jumped in my own bed and pulled my blanket over me.
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The next day passed in a dream. Her pink smiling face kept on floating in front of my eyes. The taste of her lips kept on lingering in my mind. I came back from college early bunking the last two classes. At home at least she was in front of my eyes. Every time our eyes met she smiled and her face turned crimson. By evening I was desperate. I was following her where ever she went. When after dinner I went after her in the kitchen to help her with the dishes she literally pushed me out. "Go away. Go to your room." She pleaded. I took the cue and went into my room. I changed and crept into my bed an. I kept on lying in my bed lay there waiting for her to come, feigning sleep and fantasizing about what may happen in the next few hours but mostly I was thinking will I be able to get a glimpse of those shapely silky thighs. Sanjna was in the kitchen helping mother.
At last she tip-toed into the room, put off the lights and got into her bed. I could easily envision her unfolding the comforter getting into it and lowering her salwar and putting it on the chair next to her bed.
I was dying to get a glimpse of her naked thigh. My cock was so hard it was difficult to keep it inside my boxers. I listened carefully for some time but she was not weeping today. The initial plan was to get up as soon as she starts sobbing and go to comfort her and slip into her bed. But I knew that that was not going to happening. I was glad about that. I didn't want her to weep any more, not ever in whole her future life. So I decided to wait till she falls asleep and then sneak near her bed and lift the comforter a little to see her legs and thighs. May be I will get a glimpse further up. I didn't know whether she was wearing any panties or not. But she was nowhere near sleep. I abandoned the whole plan. It wasn't important if I get to see her thighs or not. The important thing was that she was not behaving like the day before. During the day I had seen her smile many times. I felt ashamed of myself scheming to watch my elder sister naked, especially taking advantage of her predicament. I decided to try to get some sleep and do away with my incestuous thoughts.
