Sunday, April 27, 2008
when my sister was taking bath
It was a Sunday morning. It was too tempting to lie down for some more time. The earlier night movie was still disturbing me. I can not forget that young heroin in tight blouse and petticoat only. I was thinking of going to that movie again for that scene alone. My dream was abruptly ended. “Do you get up now?” I would serve you break fast and then go for bath” – It was my sister. I was too immersed in my dream about that movie and the heroin’s sexy pose. I said “OK. I will take break-fast later”. My sister replied “Look. I would take head - bath today. It would take time Can you wait for half-an-hour?” I said “yes. no problem”. My sister went to the bathroom. It suddenly flashed. I had never thought about this earlier. When I have such a young girl at home, why should I go for just semi dressed movies? But, I had hesitancy - “Own sister?” “Oh, what she would loose if somebody sees her taking bath, without her knowledge?” “It gives me fun, excitement….” I reached the bathroom door with a lot of shivering & excitement. God there were a couple of large cracks on the door. A few words, before I proceed further. My sister was 22, 5’ 5”, slim very fair beautiful. She was doing her final MA then. My father was no more and my mother had gone to spend a few weeks with her old relatives. I was employed as an officer in bank and I was 28 and unmarried. I had decided to get married after the marriage of my sister. I felt it absolutely fair to have a show from her, when my marriage was delayed for her sake. She was not going to loose anything. I placed my eyes – yes there were two cracks at appropriate interval – on the door. Goodness, my sister was yet to start undressing. She untied her hair and shook her head. She checked the warmness of the water. She appeared to be satisfied. She raised her right hand and pulled her sari out of her chest. The sari was off within seconds. She was marvelous in red blouse and red petticoat. The same dress I enjoyed in the earlier day movie. But my sister would go much beyond! Watching my own sister undressing, just a few feet in front of me, was just too exciting. My sister was fortunately facing the door. I leisurely watched her breasts in tight blouse. I felt it was easily 34 C. Will there be brassier beneath? I could not hold my excitement. The dick slowly started rising, in anticipation. My sister brought both the hands to her front and started unbuttoning from the top. I started counting the buttons. One..two… The blouse gave a little way …the brassier was black….My sister continued, without knowing she was offering an exclusive private show for her own brother. Three…four…and five… yes there were five buttons on her blouse. It was too exciting to know my sister blouse contains five buttons. As I never had any sexual feeling for my sister earlier…I had never checked her blouse or brassier. The blouse got folded out either side. She pulled both the sides and removed that hindrance a few seconds. The contour of her breasts seen beyond the boundaries of her brassier made me mad for my sister. I could not move my eyes from her chest, till something else struck me. Yes, in a swift action she untied her red petticoat and the same fell on the floor. She raised her legs one by one and moved out of petticoat. She was an angel in black brassier and black panty. I have never seen a grown-up girl in two pieces in person. It was my own sister. I had no control over my dick now. My sister had no mercy! She brought both the hands to her back to unhook her brassier. I was still lucky.. she was facing the door. Oh…God, the next second the forbidden mangos were for display. The dark black nipples were sitting pretty on the fair fruits. I knew the feast was not over. The forbidden triangle of my sister also would be bared in a few seconds. It was obvious from the little bulge on the front of her panty, she had heavy & thick pubic hair. There was no need for any imagination…she pulled her panty by pulling down from either side and released her panty out of her body by raising her legs sequentially. It was the first time I was seeing a young girl in complete nudity and it was my own sister. I was cursing myself for not exploring the great opportunity at home earlier. My eyes moved lustfully from her pretty face to wonderful balls, anybody would love to play with, and to that great dark triangle of love. She picked up her first of mug of water and poured from her head….the water flowing down through her breasts….man I could not control…and exploded on the door. I just moved away after clearin the mess, without any noise.It became a habit for me. To be at the bathroom door, as soon as my sister got ready for bath! It continued for about one more month. That way I became very familiar with every inch of my sister's beautiful body. I could even tell the moment she was about soap her pubic hair. When she would take head bath and when it would not be head bath and when she would take oil bath - that was a golden moment - oiling every part of her body and taking more time to complete the bath etc. I could even count the number of moles on the wonderful young body of my sister and their places. Dark black moles in white skin at wonder curves of my sister were breath taking– Particularly the sharp one on the lower right edge of the left breast of my sister. I could count six moles on her front side, including the one on her right thigh, a few inches from her pubic hair. May be very tiny ones could not be visible from a distance of about 3 – 4 feet. God! Too much to control and write. All these wonderful strip tease like experience, offered by beautiful slim & fair sister came to a grinding halt. Yes, my mother came back from her relative’ s place. I suffered for about 10 days. I suffered for want of the show of naked body of my sister. It was simply unbearable. Starving after a month of feast was just too much. Then I shifted my operation for nights, boldly, as I could not live without the glorious nude show of my sister! Please wait for my publication of my night adventure.