My name is Yudish and this is my true story.
When I was 21, my family and I lived in a small village called Panchvati. Our house was the last one on a no-through road. It was not big but quite comfortable for the family considering our low income. Both my parents worked as vegetable planters and we mostly ate food which they cultivated. Sometimes my father would go fishing to bring some more food. I was very happy with my life back then.
Along with my parents and I, there lived my elder sister Chaya who was 25 at that time. She worked in a textile factory at Ile d'Ambre. She was my best friend. Whenever I was in trouble or wanted something, I always turned to her. And she would gladly help me. We were each other's confidante.
This is one of the secrets we have in common.
One thundery night, we were the only ones at home. Late during the night I was awoken by Chaya's screams. I rushed to her room, got in and lit the bulb. She was sitting upright on her bed and had a frightened look on her face. She hugged me tight.
"The thunder and lightning scared me," she mumbled.
Controlling a fit of laughter, I calmed her. I switched off the light and came to bed. We lay down and tried to sleep. Every time there was lightning, I could feel her shake with fear. Finally, after half an hour, she turned around and held me tight.
There was nothing odd about this situation. Normally during these kind of nights, she slept next to mom. But when she was not there, it was my responsibility to soothe her. Except that it happened on very rare occasions.
This time it was different. When she held me, it was very tight. Her legs were on mine and I could feel the heat of her midsection on my thigh. Her chest was on my arm and it was big and soft, also telling me she was braless. It's easy to imagine what was happening to me.
It is a well known fact that when you are high on adrenaline, you get excited. This thundery night was an example of such a situation. Soon the sensations that started in me were making me uncomfortable. I could feel the palm of my hand getting moist. My throat and tongue were dry. The most visible effect was the tent in my pajama. This, I could not hide.
As good as it felt to have Chaya against me, it was getting equally dreadful. What if she found out? What would she think of me? What would be her reaction?
The questions came to my mind but I could find no solution to them.
Then the unexpected happened.