Introduction: 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 1 – The result
Holding his result in his hand, he rushed home impatiently. Rahul was desperate to share the good news with her sister.
Without her constant support, he would never have attained it. Rahul hadn’t tried his best for the exams because of the unknown surprise gift that Misha did promise him but rather to reduce her sister’s stress and burden. It was well-known that Misha loved her younger brother more than herself and was always anxious about his future.
Taking birth from a poor Indian family, Misha got married to a rich city boy. Even before her marriage, she convinced her hubby to allow Rahul to stay with them in the city. Her hubby knew to what extent she was concerned about the education and career of Rahul. Vinod supported her decision and her brother was shifted with them.
It was an arranged marriage. Misha didn’t even get the chance to start loving her husband when she found him cheating on her. Vinod didn’t take time to show his real side. It was with his aunt’s daughter.
Knowing that his family would never accept such a proposal, he married a poor girl from a remote village and continued his illicit bondage with his real lover. He married her out of lust for her pale complexion and curvy body. She was a high valued slut at a cheap price, she thought.
As if this wasn’t too painful for Misha to endure, he rented one room of his house to that young lady. Misha understood his clever plan to continue his secret relationship.
Whenever his hubby was out, that young lady was also out. At night, he would make different excuses to land in her room secretly. Misha caught him several times despite never letting him know that she was aware. She hated him the most when Vinod acted faithful and decent. She just let herself be fooled by him knowingly.
Like an innocent Indian wife, Misha accepted that to be her fate. She knew perfectly that a divorce would mean going back to his father’s village along with Rahul and her newborn baby. Misha held her patients awaiting Rahul’s result.
For an unknown reason, Rahul knew that her elder sister was betting a lot on that result within the girth of his hand while he was coming back from school.
Sunny days were truly the best, he questioned as he walked through the dusty soil. Even small plants struggled to survive, most of their leaves turning yellow. Unable to bear the high temperature any longer, he rushed. He smiled at the view of his apartment block. His smiles enlarged as he made out how joyful his sister would be regarding his result.
He ran up the stairs of their building to his house on the third floor clutching his report card firmly. He couldn't contain himself. Her didi (which means elder sister in Hindi) would be so happy to see this, he thought.
He took off his shoes hurriedly at the door and flung them onto the stand. Panting, Rahul ran to the kitchen to tell her didi that he has got all A's this time. She wasn't there. “Maybe she is in her room,” he thought.
The house was completely calm, unlike the busy street. Without thinking he burst into her bedroom holding his report card up high out of excitement.
What the young boy saw stopped him in his tracks! She was trying to hook her saree’s blouse in the middle of her boobs. He couldn't take his eyes off for a moment. It was the first time for him to see a woman’s bra even though scarcely within a blouse.
Her round breasts and curvy torso were mesmerizing. To be more precise it was like two tennis balls in size with a perky dry grape under the tightness of her red blouse.
Her long mangalsutra (wedding necklace) made its way down charmingly in-between the fissure of her two hilly milk jars. It seemed like she had just finished breastfeeding her baby.
Her sweats were apparent over the pores of her cleavage’s skin. The wet spot over the tight blouse under her armpits confirmed that. That elevated the young boy’s eyes contentment.
She was wearing back her blouse by adjusting her boobs after feeding her baby. Misha was standing there in her saree flowing benevolently over her legs to the floor, tucked within her petticoat at her waist. Her blouse slightly opened to expose a fraction of her cream bra over the red blouse.
It wasn’t that filthy but Misha was his elder sister (didi). Yet, he continued to stare not knowing how to get out of that awful situation.
Her facial discomfort made him remember their relationship. He came to his senses when she covered her roundly boobs with her arms, spooked by his sudden entry.
Rahul turned around to face away from her. But he didn't move out of the room. As soon as she found her bearing, she started yelling at him. The poor stood there with his back to her, quietly taking the angry scolding.
Misha: “Why are you still standing here… and what's in your hand?” she asked him still yelling when he didn't leave the room.
Rahul: “Uhh… my report card… I got… got all A's… I'm sorry I didn't knock. I'm sorry didi” he managed to tell her stifling a quiet sob.
Before he could take a step towards the door her arms enveloped him tightly from behind. She hugged Rahul tightly; her orb breasts mashed on his back and kissed his cheeks. It was the first time he was judging the relative size of his own sister’s milk jugs by their touch over his shoulder, roused by the outlook he got a moment ago.
Rahul: “I’m sorry” he kept mumbling still under the shock of the scolding.
After a few long seconds, he heard her.
Misha: “It's okay Rahul… it’s okay…my sweet young brother” trying to change his mood after her harsh scold knowing the reason for his excitement.
He melted at her soothing voice and leaned back onto her.
Rahul: “My didi, you are my best friend.”
He knew she'd been the happiest to see his report card. She was the one who tutored him in the subjects he had been failing. Night after night, Misha patiently corrected his mistakes while ignoring her troubles and unfaithful husband.
She gave Rahul a few more kisses on his cheek before turning him around to face her.
Rahul: “Where is my surprise gift which you promised?”
Misha: “It’s already on its way, it will come in parts. You will have to simply be intelligent to recognize it.”
Rahul: “What… what kind of gift is that?”
Misha: “A special gift as I promised. I further promise you that it will excite you a lot and it will be the best gift of your life. You will simply have to be patient and wait for the right moment for it to come.”
Rahul: “Ok but I’m still guessing what kind of gift is that.”
Misha: “A special gift for my special brother. Oh Rahul, I'm so proud of you!” she said as she hugged him again.
Being a little shorter than her, his head rested below her shoulder. He could feel the softness of her spherical tits which were still with the blouse unhooked. His head slowly rose and fell along with her breaths. It felt so good that he lost himself in her arms. Rahul put his arms around her and his palms rested on the soft pale skin of her back.
Her sister was regarded as a beauty queen in his village. He knew that her hubby chose her upon his first sight for her pale gorgeousness.
Misha: “I knew you could do it, my baby boy!” she kept saying sweet things to him as she hugged him for what seemed like an eternity.
She waited for that moment for a long time. She laid all her trust on him rather than her hubby who was deceiving her.
As they broke the hug, his eyes traveled down to her ample breasts for a second. Her blouse barely covered her bra for it moved during their constant hugging. But he stopped himself from staring and picked up her saree from the floor and handed it to her.
She had forgotten about her state of undress in her excitement on hearing his news. Now she took the saree from him and slipped it through her arms and pulled it onto her breasts and hooked her blouse discreetly.
He doesn't know why but he found himself moving to stand behind her just as she was struggling to hide her bra’s strap behind her low-cut blouse. Her hand wasn’t able to reach the middle of her back. His fingers took hold of the bra strap from hers and pulled it behind the blouse.
As he finished, Rahul turned Misha around and hugged her again.
Rahul: “I couldn't have done it without you didi! You believed in me… you tutored me all those nights… explained all the difficult topics over and over again, making sure I understood them” with his voice tender and tear was about to slide down his face.
Misha kissed on the top of his head and listened to him telling her how grateful he was and how lucky he was to have her as an elder sister. She was quiet.
When he looked up at her face, Rahul saw two pearls falling from her eyes.
Misha: “My dear boy, now go and enjoy yourself” as she gave him a small peck on his lips.
He never entered Misha's room without knocking again. That moment taught him an important lesson about privacy and about respecting another person's private space.
But Rahul started hanging out more in her room after that cleavage panorama. Every evening after he came home from school, he would go to her door and knock.
Rahul: “Didi, can I come in?” as he would ask her permission.
Once she let me in, he sat on the bed and narrated to her about his day. Slowly, it became a routine.
Misha: “I'm just about to take a bath Rahul” when he knocked on her door a couple of days later.
Rahul: “Do you want me to go?” he hesitated a bit and then asked.
She didn't reply for some time.
A few seconds later she let him in. Her baby was sleeping. She had laid down fresh clothes on the bed. He sat down next to them and proceeded to tell her a joke that his physics teacher had told them in class. She liked such jokes. She was also a straight A's student and kind of a nerd all through school.
As he went on and on about this kid and that teacher and so on, she brought a small bottle of oil from her cupboard and kept it open on her dressing table. She then pulled her t-shirt over her head and threw it into the laundry basket.
Sitting down on the chair in front of the mirror, she poured a few drops of oil onto her palm and started applying it to her hair.
That came as a current to Rahul. He couldn’t believe her elder sister removed her top and sat there with just her bra. Her voice tone confirmed Rahul about her comfort. It was rather him that was getting discomfort. Letting his adolescent instinct guide him, his eyes set on the boobs’ pursuit.
She had on a white bra and was seated sideways to him. With both her hands raised to apply oil on her hair, Rahul was treated to the view of her breast from the side and her smooth armpits.
He felt his heart flutter. His mouth was speechless. The room was disturbed just by the sound of electrical appliances. Her sister was indeed a beautiful woman, he remarked. Rahul didn't need to see her undressed to confirm that. But this feeling was different; he was feeling witty in his belly.
He always wanted to peek under his teacher or school girls' blouse and skirt, but not for his very own sister. That excitement was much more intense compared to other ladies. It was with a mixture of fear and hesitation for the outcome could be more perilous.
He found himself ignoring those risks, getting up from the bed and walking towards her. He stood behind her looking at her reflection in the mirror.
Her boobs were firm with the perfect tennis ball’s size and shape, faintly bigger than those young school girls. Strangely it appeared bigger without a blouse. She didn’t seem to care as her bra was hiding her boob tightly. Her mangalsutra (wedding necklace) made its way down in-between the fissure of her two boobs as usual.
His hands went to her head and started massaging her scalp with a heavy heartbeat out of fear to be scolded. She looked up at the mirror and their eyes met. She smiled and her arms fell to her sides.
Rahul knew he had her permission. Fearlessly, he continued with the slow massage. Her black hair was shiny from the oil and fell over her back like a waterfall, all the way to her hips. She relaxed at the gentle touch of his palms and closed her eyes.
His naughty eyes hooked on the reflection of her bra covered-breast in the mirror. Her ample breasts spilling out of the bra had created a deep valley in between. Rahul’s eyes were riveted on her cleavage. It was so close to his eyes to witness the green vein flowing attractively before getting lost inside her bra.
She let the massage last a good long while unknowingly allowing him to feast on the amazing view. He knew that her sister was more beautiful than any of his teachers or school girls but never anticipate to have the chance of viewing her cleavage so closely and easily, not even in his wildest dream.
Rahul ensured to make that another routine from that day with the hope of getting a nicer view as a reward one day. Unknowingly, he was getting envious of his own sister’s luscious boobs. As a routine, he would head straight to her room once he came home from school.
They talked about their days while she took off her top and applied oil on her head, sitting in front of the mirror. After a while, he would stand behind her and massage her scalp, enjoying the view of her cleavage in the mirror.
As days went by, it seemed like he was massaging her for a longer period. She let him do it for almost half an hour before she got up and went to take her bath, leaving him standing there with his palms glistening with oil. At times, he had to hide his hard-on from her and he wondered whether her sister had the same feeling.
There was no obstacle to that new routine as his hubby worked at that time and she ensured making her baby sleep at the appropriate time for not disturbing them.
It was a sibling game where both were enjoying the free ticket performance yet acted perfectly like being decent and having no evil thoughts.
Since they were usually quiet during these massages and since Misha closed her eyes, there were no distractions for Rahul. He just enjoyed her striking body uninterrupted. He explored the full length from her neck to her skirt with just a bra as an obstacle. Her navel and cleavage excited him the most.
He cognized perfectly that getting a view without the bra would be impossible. Despite that, he was desperate to touch it for witnessing its firmness and voluminous. Such a demand would not only lead his way out of her room but the house also, he supposed.
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