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 3 – The Shopping
There was nothing as sexy as seeing his elder sister. Her bedroom seemed dreamlike as he pulled himself back whenever he was free. Her new outlook and teasing game set her face aglow. Without speaking, just with charm and naughtiness, Misha urged him closer. She was also desperate to see his young face all the time. She couldn’t really believe it; she was doing this to her younger brother.
After dinner that night, he went into the kitchen to help with the dishes. Her elder sister washed the dirty dishes and handed them to him. He wiped them dry with the dish cloth and put them on the rack. They worked in silence. Being newly born, her baby slept a lot, giving him ample time with her didi.
He remarked that his sister’s behavior had changed after his result. Rahul loved her new attitude immensely.
Somewhere in between, he began humming, absentmindedly, as he worked on the washed dishes. It was a love song that was quite popular. A few lines later, he stopped humming as the picture of her sister in her red bra and panty suddenly came to his mind.
Misha: “Why did you stop?”
Her voice brought him back from his open-eye dream.
Misha: “I like that song.”
He resumed the humming from where he left off. The song was about a man singing praises of his lover’s beauty. He moved on to singing the actual lyrics of the song, as much as he remembered it. As he sang those beautiful words, Rahul realized that was how he felt about her sister, how beautiful she was. She was a carbon copy of the actress ‘Raima Sen’ or porn actress ‘Jenna Haze’ in their twenties. Her beauty couldn’t have been described in a better way; simply, she was pale compared to them. He felt like he should tell her that.
Rahul: “Didi?” he called her sweetly.
She turned to look at him.
Rahul: “This song, the lyrics… I feel like it’s about you. You are truly beautiful.”
He swore the colour of her face changed right then. A reddish hue spread on her pale cheeks’ skin. She couldn’t help but smile with that gorgeous, timid smile of hers. She didn’t say anything, but he knew it had made her happy.
They didn’t talk for the rest of the dishes. Both wanted to, but were afraid that it would appear too cheap and gross because of their real relationship. But even in the silence, he felt invisible particles of love, vibrations, or whatever one may call it. He felt it course through her body before jumping onto his and filling him up.
Once they were done with the dishes, she turned back to face him. Both of them leaned back on the kitchen counter. As she leaned, her back straightened, pushing her chest out a tiny bit. That caught his eye. His eyes roamed over her body. Her outfit emphasized her firm boobs and youthful-looking curvy bums.
He was the one who broke the silence.
Rahul : “Didi, did you buy anything else, I mean, other than the blue and red?”
Misha: “No!”
His face showed disappointment.
Misha: “But I think I’ll buy a few more from the mall tomorrow.”
Rahul brightened up instantly.
Rahul: “Can I come with you?”
Misha: “Don’t you have school?”
Rahul: “It’s sports day tomorrow as exams are over, I don’t want to go and stand in the sun all day” he told her, almost pleading.
She thought about it for some time and then nodded ‘yes’.
Leaving the baby with her mother-in-law, they reached the mall around noon the next day. It was another sunny day without the sight of a single cloud.
Though the street vendors’ panties were affordable, the lack of privacy for a young lady to try the product behind the stall was ridiculous, she thought. She remembered how an older trader was peeping discreetly while she lifted her skirt. The stare he gave her afterward confirmed her doubts. Not to fool herself for being in such awful embarrassment, Misha favored boutiques with full privacy from that experience.
She walked into the lifestyle store, with him following behind. It was a weekday, and at noon, there were only a few customers. She led her to the lingerie section. She looked around to ensure no one was nearby and then spoke.
Misha: “Okay now, you look around quickly and choose three pairs that you like.”
He immediately started rummaging through the pieces on display. Then something struck his thoughts.
Rahul: “But didi, what’s your size?” he smiled cheekily.
Misha: “You look at the design and colour only, I’ll find the right size,” despite the fact that she was unable to hide her shyness when her younger brother asked her bust size.
He felt that weird, funny sensation in his stomach again when he saw her retiring face.
He went through the pieces on display quickly and finally settled on three pairs of lingerie. Rahul had deliberately chosen ones with less clothing so that he would be able to see more of her gorgeous boobs.
She looked around for the right size and put them in the shopping bag.
Misha: “Come with me,” she said, and started walking.
He followed her.
He noticed that she walked past the trial room nearest to them. She walked to the far corner, where he saw a trial room quite hidden from view. No one was there except for them. His heart started beating faster as the implication dawned on him.
She put the bag inside the trial room and peeked out.
Misha: “Stand here and watch if anyone’s coming, I’ll knock on the door before coming out, but only if there’s no one near, you say ‘Yes’. Alright?” her instructions were clear, and her confident tone caused a stirring in his pants.
Rahul waited with bated breath, constantly looking out to see if anyone was coming this way.
He heard a knock and immediately said, “Yes.”
Then the door parted a little and she peeked out. Satisfied that only he was there, she opened the door all the way.
Rahul’s jaw dropped. Her sister looked so damn hot. She was dressed in a grey bra and panty. The bra fit her so snugly that it looked like the straps would snap. The cleavage was so deep it showed a bit of underboobs. It gave him a hint that her boobs formed a vertical circular pyramid.
Those boobs were jutting out at the sides also. The panty too was hot, a nylon material with the wording ‘my sweet vertical lips’. Save for the small triangular piece at the front, the panty was threadlike thin on her hips. Rahul felt his penis stiffen.
She had tied her hair up in a bun, and it seemed like she’d put on some fresh pink lipstick. It was close to her natural lips. She looked incredible. All that was left to see was her ass. He knew the panty wouldn’t have much material in the back either.
Misha: “Do you want me to turn around?” she asked, as if she could almost read his mind.
Rahul nodded. She turned around quickly. The way she stood, her ass was thrust out a little. Her bum frames were more apparent than the cotton one, little to his imagination. The globes that were her ass cheeks were on display prominently. The hottest thing was how the panty thinned as it went down and disappeared into her ass. He felt like he was in a wonderland, looking at the goose-bumps on her bum’s pale skin.
It felt so bad to not be able to request a touch. He knew it would be too vile as she was her sister.
She turned back and looked at him expectantly.
Rahul: “You… you look hot, didi. You look amazingly hot! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he stammered.
She jumped in her excitement at hearing that. Then she pulled him into a hug. The feeling of her soft bare skin against his body was otherworldly. He laid his head on her cleavage and closed his arms around her.
His hands caressed her bare back, from her shoulders to her waist. He feared going further down. He could see his hands touching her back in the mirror inside the room. Her ass looked so inviting, with a perfect hilly mount. All he had to do was drop his hands and grab. But he was unable to as his heart was beating too hard out of excitement and fear.
“I don’t want to hurry. I like the slow pace that we’re taking” he said to himself, hiding his cowardliness.
They broke the hug, and her face had that enormous smile. He put his hands on her belly and gently pushed her back into the trial room.
Rahul: “Put on the next one, didi.”
She closed the door.
He had to wait a little longer this time. There was still no one near them in the store.
Rahul: “Didi, are you ready?” his voice escaped his mouth when she opened the door.
She giggled at that.
This time she was wearing a white lacy bra and panty. The material was really thin. His eyes were hooked on the front of her bra. There were two tiny bumps on the lacy material of her bra. Rahul’s penis did a small jump when he realized her hard nipples caused the bumps. He licked his lips a little.
Her sister’s face took on a sensuous expression when she saw it. She ate her index finger and gave a reserved smile. She knew that the bumps were electrifying him. The panty was more like a thong. It was tiny, giving a view of some public hair. There’s no better way to describe it.
He tried to look at her ass through the mirror. She grinned at that.
Misha: “You have to ask if you want to see it.”
Rahul: “Show me your ass didi” in a deep and confident voice.
She obliged. Misha noted his boldness but didn’t bother as she trusted him more than anyone else. Her glorious ass was on display for him, her younger brother. The panty did very little covering. The full meat of her cheeks was there to be looked at. It beat those schoolgirls by far, just like an anal porn actress, Jenna Haze, he thought.
Then she turned back.
Rahul: “Didi, I can’t tell you how hot you look; you look sexier with each new outfit. I can’t wait to see the next one.”
She craned her neck around to check if anyone was nearby. Then she held his arm and pulled him into the trial room with her. He stood at one corner of that cramped trial room as she bolted the door. Misha then turned around and gave him a naughty grin.
Misha: “This is for being such a sweet boy and obtaining all A’s” she said, her eyes not leaving his.
That confirmed Rahul’s doubts about the surprise gift and her changing behavior.
Her hands went behind her back. He could see in the mirror that her fingers were toying with the bra hook. Suddenly, her bra snapped loose.
Misha: “Oh my baby, turn around.”
He noticed that, despite her getting the guts to pull him into the trial room, she still had some sheepishness about getting naked in front of him. Rahul did as she requested. He didn’t want to run the risk of getting knocked out by staring at her.
She then gently shrugged, letting the bra fall to the floor.
He knew that his sister was behind him without any bra around her breasts. That made him more excited. She giggled as she witnessed how he obeyed her and her breast meat jiggled. It was mesmerizing for her to see how her nipples were erected.
Rahul: “Didi, I want to see these again. I’ve been dreaming about them ever since I caught you in that bra on the day I obtained my result. Oh Didi! Your breasts are amazing,” words of genuine praise flowed from his mouth, but he was unable to pronounce the word ‘nipple’.
Misha: “Just my boobs?”
Rahul: “No didi, even your bums, they’re even more beautiful today… even your white bra.”
Misha: “Because my nipples are hard?” she prodded.
Rahul: “Yes didi, your hard nipples make your breasts even more beautiful. They’re so hard and pointy, I can’t believe I’m seeing this,” he was blabbering now.
Misha: “Shhh,” she shushed him.
Rahul: “Stop talking and look as much as you want.”
She put on the white bra again and asked him to turn, displaying her erected nipple while she was getting dressed.
Rahul just stood there open mouthed, staring at her breasts all the time until she put on her top.
Misha: “Ok, Rahul! Time to go home; I’ll try on the third pair at home. Now go and wait for me at the billing section. Hurry up, I need to feed the baby,” she told him as she opened the door a tiny bit.
She peeked to see if the track was clear. She then gestured for him to move out. As Rahul moved past her, her bare breasts grazed slightly on his chest. She loved that.
They picked up some takeaway on their way back home from the mall. It was late afternoon when they reached home. As soon as they were inside, they went to the dining table, opened the packed food and dug in. Once finished eating, Misha suggested that they take a nap. She walked towards her bedroom. She turned back at the door.
Misha: “Aren’t you coming?” she asked him as her husband was out and walked into her bedroom.
He followed right behind, excitedly. In her room, he found that she was already lying down on her bed. Rahul went to her bed and squeezed in beside her. They were actually really tired from the shopping. It wasn’t long before he dozed off from the cool air passing through the window.
Just before he fell asleep, he felt her hands on his. She linked her fingers with his, and he slept holding hands. Before Misha also fell asleep, she milked and played with her baby. Strangely, she was feeling shy about milking the baby in front of Rahul and so waited for him to sleep.
Two hours later, it was her voice that woke him up.
Rahul: “Hey sleepyhead, I have a surprise for you.”
Still drowsy, he opened his eyes slowly. He sat up on the bed, yawning and rubbing his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw her sister at the foot of the bed. She was standing there in just a bra and panty. Slowly he realized that this was the third pair he had chosen at the store.
This was a small black bra made of thin silky materials. It was as revealing as the other two, if not more. However, this one was different in a small way. The material was slightly transparent. The small circles of her areola were visible. So were her nipples. Her nipples were as hard as he remembered them being in the store’s trial room. From that blurry sight, the nipples were somewhere between brownish and reddish.
She was observing him, taking in the view of her body in the outfit, with a naughty glint in her eye. It made his penis hard like a rod.
The panty was of the same material with the wording ‘door for big penis only’ and a faint outline of her pussy lips was on display, or so he thought. He sucked in an excited breath at this view. An evil grin appeared on her face.
This facial expression was new to him.
His eyes rested on her treasure hole, the place where her baby was born. Looking at the baby on the bed, just the thought of that made his already rock hard penis cream a little. Though she was mature, having her younger brother’s eyes over the child and back to her twat’s entrance made her mortified, as she changed the topic instantly.
Misha: “I’m going to put oil on my hair now,” she announced, and sat on the chair in front of the dressing table. “
He just sat on the bed, taking care not to miss even the tiniest movements of her body. Her mind warned her, “My younger brother is no longer a kid.”
Some time later, he heard her.
Misha: “Come here and give me that amazing scalp massage.”
It was his time to reward her. He started massaging her head gently. He made sure it was the best massage yet. He didn’t forget to make use of the opportunity to ogle her body. Her nipples seemed to grow harder as he massaged her head. Half an hour went by.
Then she got up and looked at herself in the mirror, acknowledging her own beauty, an innocent Indian wife in her underwear while her brother was in the same room. She tied her hair up in a bun.
Misha: “Unhook my bra,” she said sensually.
His fingers were quick to obey. He unhooked and pulled the bra straps apart. However, she did not shrug the bra off her breasts; she took her hands inside it and cupped her boobies. She squeezed them a little and pinched her hard nipples inside the loose bra.
She looked at him through the mirror as she pinched her nipples a few more times. He looked at her hands hungrily and wished the bra had fallen. He wished it was him that was pinching and squeezing those heavenly mounds. He was getting so desperate to see that nipple.
She stepped sideways and took a few steps to stand at the foot of the bed facing him. Then, with her thumbs hooked on the sides of her panty over her hips, she pulled the panty down before reaching her pussy lips. Her pussy’s hair was curly and looked pretty above her twat, which was still hidden.
That excited him, for he only saw dick and wanted to see what the opposite looked like.
Both were silent, and he knew that she was teasing him.
She pulled the panty back while the bra was getting misplaced as it was unstrapped and yet had not failed to hide her areola and nipple. She then moved her middle finger, placed it on the panty and straightened up facing him.
Her finger was tracing her pussy entrance to show him her vagina over that slutty underwear. The panty glided in slightly, into its damp, pussy lips. Its wetness was obvious, for it left a moist spot over the silky material. Rahul noticed that she would keep stealing seductive glances at him, as if wanting him to look back. He caught the movement of her eyes. She looked at his chest and stared at his young lips. He knew that her elder sister was horny and was trying to turn him on.
Rahul froze at that view. His jaw was wide open. It was the first time he had seen his sister’s naughty side. He didn’t get a clear view of her pussy or boobs summit, yet she ingeniously rendered his dick hard as metal.
Rahul: “My dear little baby, this is because you have treated me so well this last week. Don’t expect me to do this every day. But don’t worry, your surprise gift is still on the way,” she told him.
He could only nod, his eyes still focused on the pussy, trying to detect the opening of her vagina over her pubic hair. He knew the baby came into this world through that hidden gateway behind the wet spot on the panty.
Shortly after, she turned around and walked into her bathroom, leaving him lusting after the jiggling flesh of her big ass. He was perplexed about whether she was entertaining or torturing him, but he was enjoying it anyway.
To be continued.