Misha was one of the poor Indian lady that was uplifted to the city due to her beauty. Her hubby married her for just her body which was like those of porn actresses. Once being used, she was neglected. Out of lustful temptation, she let herself seduce her younger brother.
Chapter 2 – The underwear
The same routine went on for the rest of the week, once her hubby was on his night duty; she called her young brother to her bedroom for their task. Lost in the quietness of her cozy chamber, the young brother was feeling like the prince to witness how her elder sister’s beauty brightens his boring night.
Misha opened her blouse slowly, twisting each button with her thumb and third finger, then running her finger along her breastbone, her shirt finally fell open, he studied her. Then, he slipped two fingers inside her hair to give a sensual scalp massage.
He noticed a few things over that week. Misha wore only white or cream-coloured bras.
One day, the question just slipped down through his mind and came out of his mouth.
Rahul: “Didi, can I ask you something?”
She opened her eyes slowly; drowsy from the gentle scalp massage he was giving her and looked at him in the mirror.
Misha: “Hmm…?”
Rahul: “Why do you always wear a white or cream-coloured bra?”
She looked strangely amused.
Misha: “I only have white ones and some cream-coloured ones”
As she stopped, she looked at him in reflection and hesitated for a bit. Then she asked.
Misha: “Why do you ask?”
Rahul: “It was just something I noticed… I don’t know… commercials on TV show models wearing different colours, so I wondered” he explained.
Misha: “Which commercial?”
Rahul: “I saw one yesterday, I think the brand is called enamor. There were black, red, blue and other colours too” he told her as a matter of fact.
Misha: “Hmmm.”
She was quiet for some time. Rahul thought that meant the end of the conversation. He continued with the massage.
Misha: “Which one did you like?” a while later, she asked.
Rahul: “What didi?” he didn’t get what she was asking.
Misha: “I asked, which colour did you like?” this time, her voice was slower and quieter.
Comprehension dawned, and he thought about it for a couple of seconds.
Rahul: “I think if the woman is fair, blue would look really good and red… red would look pretty on anyone.”
Misha: “I think you saw that I’m pale” she said as she looked at her face in the mirror.
She was smiling. She then got up and went for her bath.
There was something different about her manner the next day. As he walked into her room in the evening, her smile looked a bit different. Rahul sat down on her bed and began his usual chit chat.
She brought the bottle of oil to the dressing table and stood hesitantly for a few seconds. Then she turned to face Rahul and looked him in the eye. Her hands went to her t-shirt and slowly she pulled it up and off her.
He stopped in mid-sentence.
Misha: “I went shopping today” she offered.
She stood there wearing a blue bra. This looked very different from the kind that she usually wears. This one looked way better on her. It showed more of her breasts and somehow made them look bigger. It also had pretty silver colour patterns that ran through the front. The white one mixed too closely with her pale skin that it hardly elevated it.
Rahul was speechless.
Misha: “You didn’t say anything.”
Rahul: “I… uhhh” he stammered, as she expected.
Misha: “Well, do you like it?” she prodded.
Rahul: “Yes,” he was quick to answer this time.
She smiled all the while.
Encouraged by the smile, Rahul got courage to utter another word, yet was afraid of being too vulgar; bearing in mind that she was his elder sister.
Rahul: “It’s really pretty and looks good on you, didi. I like the silver patterns.”
She looked down as he said this.
Misha: “Yes. I think so too” she said as she ran her fingers over the patterns.
She turned to the mirror, looked at her bra-covered breasts from different angles, twisting this way, and found that the young eyes were fixed on her boobs, as if trying to search for her nipples’ poke. She preferred a thick tissue for the same purpose. Strangely, Misha felt delighted to have his eyes doing so, but she removed that dirty thought from her mind.
Misha: “I better get started” she said after a while, and started oiling her hair.
He gave her a great scalp massage that day. While she relaxed with eyes closed, Rahul let his naughty eyes roam over every inch of the bra covering her breasts, capturing it to memory like a photograph. He loved the way it pushed her sister’s firm tits a little up and inwards, deepening her cleavage.
He noticed how the straps were thinner than her usual bra, both over her shoulders and back. Forty minutes later, her hands were getting tired. He stopped the massage. When he looked at her face in the mirror, meaning to wake her up from her nap, Rahul saw that her eyes were open and she was looking right back at him.
The way she looked at him, it seemed like she knew truly how Rahul was aroused and enjoyed the view of her new bra the entire time. Her eyes were silently conveying something, something that made him nervous and excited. It was too intimate to be conveyed to her brother yet she did so.
Her facial expression made him doubt whether he hadn’t done anything wrong and he moved out silently. He was sure that she was demanding something silently but realized that he may have been mistaken for he was his younger brother. It showed more lust than love or affection for brotherhood. That stimulated him.
The next day, he found that his hands were sweating as he knocked on her sister’s door in the evening.
Misha: “Come in, Rahul” she said in a fine romantic voice.
When he pushed the door open, the sight that greeted him started that weird butterfly feeling in his stomach. Her green saree and blouse were lying on the floor. Misha was standing at the foot of the bed where her baby was sleeping, facing him. She was wearing her saree’s petticoat and a red bra that looked right out of that advertisement on TV, he did mention her.
Misha: “Are you ok? You seemed tense.”
Rahul: “N…no, I’m fine” as he got a tied tongue due to that sight.
Misha: “So, has anyone gotten any clues about the surprise gift for passing the exam?”
Rahul: “Not yet! I didn’t even have time to think about that.”
Misha: “Time to think! That’s obvious, but as I told you, you have to be intelligent to get the clue. Making your brain at work will help,” she said teasingly.
It gave him the chills when he realized that her sister had been waiting for him to come to her, to show him her new bra. What a sexy bra it really was. She looked like one of those models. He knew that she was also thinking about him as she talked about his surprise gift.
Scanning her bosom closely, she didn’t have to ask for any comment this time.
Rahul: “I like it. It’s beautiful didi.”
Rahul knew that he had answered what had been going through her mind, which he could read from her face.
Rahul: “Come a little forward, didi” he requested.
Shyly, she took three steps to the front. Rahul started walking slowly in a close circle around her, his eyes glued to her bra covered breasts. This one was smaller and had less material. Her breasts were almost spilling out the sides due to the tightness. Rahul found his secret request getting closer day by day and began to doubt whether it wasn’t part of the surprise gift.
When he was behind her, he reached out with his hand and moved her thick hair to one side to see her back. Rahul heard a quick intake of breath from her. The aroma of her hair incensed his gut. The straps were really thin and matched his pale skin flawlessly. He walked slowly and came around the other side to stand in front of her.
Rahul: “It looks amazing, didi. You look better than those models on TV.”
Saying that, the young wife’s face brightened up like a newlywed shy bride. The only difference was that the young boy was her biological brother, not husband. Yet, the smile that she rewarded him with was gorgeous. It was a mix of timidity and passion.
Then they moved on to their routine, Misha applying oil to her hair and Rahul massaging her scalp. Many times, he saw her eyes capturing him whenever his focus was on her cleavage or side-boobs. Rahul never made any secret of his admiration and didn’t think he had to now. He knew her sister liked the attention.
He thought her eyes were delighted to catch him peeking over her cleavage. That must have excited her to reduce the bra size, displaying more of her cleavage and bare boobs day by day, he justified himself.
Once he finished the massage, she got up and walked towards the bathroom.
Rahul: “Didi?” he called out just as she was at the door of the bathroom. She turned to face him, a quizzical look on her face.
Misha: “Yes, my dear?”
Rahul: “Did you get matching panties with this?” he ventured.
Her face showed clearly that she had not expected this question from him. He waited anxiously for a long time, during which she didn’t move a muscle.
His breaths gathered pace. “Had I gone too far?” he asked himself. Rahul didn’t know. Her face didn’t betray any anger. It bore a strange expression, one that he couldn’t interpret.
Then he saw movement. Her hands went to the knot on her petticoat. One hand pulled a thread. The knot came undone ever so slowly.
The view was divine in his eyes. He had never seen such a magnificent view of a female undoing her bottom before. Staring over her pussy entrance over the petticoat, detecting its flatness, knowing she didn’t have a dick like him, excited him. The thought that ladies had an empty field over their triangular leg entrance always excited him. His dream of staring at a woman’s panty to detect that emptiness was never realized before.
His nerves were always jangly, knowing that the first panty he’d inspect to detect that emptiness would be his elder sister’s. They felt ashamed but overwhelmed by each other’s eyes’ eagerness. They could hardly meet their eyes as it reminded them of their relationship.
Then, a slight snap, and the light material of the petticoat started falling down her didi’s thighs until it revealed the full snapshot of her panty. Then she held the petticoat with her hands on the side of her curvy hips as if she knew that it would over-excite her little brother for exhibiting too much of her smooth legs.
A small red cotton panty covered her precious treasure, the place where the sleeping baby came out of. Her sister’s femininity was enhanced by the inflowing. He had no idea that his dirty mind was thinking that cheap about his elder sister.
His heart was beating out of his chest. She looked perfect, just like a movie or porn actress. Her belly looked so hot with the right amount of fat that it inbounded stunningly inside her panty. Her thighs were meaty and her hips were curvy.
Rahul looked up and caught her eye. Misha looked like she had held her breath. She was having a hard time hiding her mental agitation while witnessing the special look he was giving her, noting with a slim shame that she was his sister.
Rahul: “You look hot, didi” he said unabashedly.
He saw her exhale slowly, a hint of something that looked like a blush on her face. He held his eyes on hers to command attention, and once he had it Rahul dropped his gaze towards her panty, inviting her to follow the route his eyes took.
When she saw what his eyes were intent on, her belly shivered with a sudden excitement. Neither of them moved for long seconds. She thanked herself for wearing a cotton panty rather than a see-through one.
Rahul: “Will you turn around for me?” as he heard his shaky voice.
Her body seemed to be shivering slightly. Slowly, she turned around, facing away.
Her round ass was as luscious as the red panty she was wearing, covering little. He felt his knees going weak and something which he had been trying to ignore the entire week was becoming prominent, his penis. It was rock hard. “What I had ignored all these days between my legs was a kind of curious lust. “I only wanted to see” he said it in his head as his gaze was drawn to and examined her fleshy bums.
He would never have bet that her sister had such nice booty, or plump bums. It was unsullied and absolutely gorgeous. When he had seen what he wanted to, his lust morphed into a more direct, urgent, and decisive thing.
Once she’d given him half a minute’s view of her globes, she gave him a sensual backward glance before getting inside the bathroom and closing the door. His right hand moved between his legs to feel the measure of his swollen penis. He was unsure if she detected that.
To be continued