This is a true story of mine that unfolded a year ago. I was a new aspirant to the world of sex & seduction, was never indulged in erotic sex, other than a few hip-hops. I was 23 then, a final year college lad with good rappo among the gals at the campus. Ours was a joint family, my dad was the eldest & I had two cha-chas, both married & my dadi. Though it was a joint family, there were no restrictions on any of us. There were frequent parties at home & we used to enjoy a lot on every occasion that we got. As my cha-cha (elder) did not have any child for more than four years of their marriage, they had extra luv & care for me & called me 'ashi', my chachi (sapna) who was 31 then loved me more than anyone else.
I was the favorite of all for all my naughtiness & jokes that I said. I had lost my mom & hence was very much attached to my elder chachi sapna. My chachi always used to praise me, saying that I was really handsome & I can get any gal at the campus & then I used to tell her how gorgeous she looks...if I was not her bhatija (nephew).. I would have married her at first sight. We were really friendly & never took anything seriously. At times we even had opportunities to brush along our sides but without knowledge of it & never had even a sense of what was happening.
One day in the evening, when chachi was in the verandah, reading sum books, I happened to pass thru. She was wearing a white shirt & denim jeans. I saw her & wished, she asked me that the tea is ready & if I need then it were on the table. I took the cup of tea, & the newspaper lying on the table & sat in the verandah adjacent to the sofa on which chachi was sitting. As I was reading the newspaper, I happened to look at her, & saw that she was busy going thru the book (may be sum movie magazine). I thought not to disturb her, but then something started to disturb & distract me from reading the newspaper. I could see that the shirt chachi was wearing was rather too tight for her size (she had a neat shape) as I saw that the button at the chest was open & her upper breasts were clearly visible (u know the line of separation of the two breasts). It was common that whenever she was on a sari a part of the upper breast skin was visible, but this I thought was something more than what I was used to.
Well, to be frank I did admire her body for maintaining such a beautiful figure, but that I kept to myself. She always used to walk straight, with the tip of her nipples standing right in front, neatly packed boobs & the fleshy thighs which were wrapped tight with the jeans she wore. She had everything that a man could fantasize about.