Incest Mom After Mom

[Mink]

Here is a story about a guy who has sex with one of the most lovable beings of his life, his sister, his mom after mom. This story is a fantasy and will be in the guy’s narration. Without wasting further time let us go into the story.

NOTE: Story is slow-paced with emotions. So this is not for people who are looking for quick jerk-offs. Read the comment added below to get a better idea of the story and decide if it is for you.

 

[Mink]

Part 1 (Growing Up With Love And Lust!)​

On a fine evening, I was sitting at our entrance lobby reading my academic syllabus. There she arrived with two cups of tea. She handed one to me and sat on the chair beside me to have another.

Me – “Thanks, di.”

Di – “Don’t be too happy. There was some tea left after pouring for myself. So instead of wasting it, I handed over that to you.” (in a careless tone)

I know how she teases me. I was used to it.

Me – “Fine. Still, you gave it to me. Here I am. Having a nice cup of tea after long hours of study. Much needed relief. So thanks to you.”

She was not expecting it. Her face showed it.

Di – “You knew I was teasing you, right?”

Me – “Hehe yes. You can’t tease me! I am cleverer than you think”

She moved forward, bent, and hit me. She was in her tank top and track. Her top had a deep neck. It was fine when she was sitting. But when she lowered her body, her top also lowered along with her, showing a fair bit of cleavage.

My eyes automatically landed on it. It was unintentional at first. But later, my eyes were locked to it. Her black top and white valley underneath was an amazing sight to watch. I knew it was my sister but it was captivating.

She sat back on her chair after hitting me. That view I had has gone now. But my eyes were still drawn to her chest. I was in a trance.

Di – “What happened! What are you looking at?”

I averted my eyes.

Me – “Nothing. I… I was just thinking about something.”

It was not a good defense. She probably felt it. She just lowered her head and checked her top. Then she looked back at me. She adjusted her top a bit.

Di – “How much syllabus did you finish?”

Me – “Completed a couple of chapters. Still, a long way to go. It is so boring.”

Di – “I know, but don’t get diverted. Focus on it”

Me – “Ok… teacher…” (in a childish voice)

She started getting up again and raised her hand, probably to hit me, but stopped midway.

Di – “Stop irritating me… Ok… Continue your preparation. I will go check on mom and dad.”

Saying that she left towards our drawing-room. I felt, probably, she was careful the second time because of my glances. But I dismissed it and continued to study.

After dinner, all were getting ready to sleep. I was still completing a few of the last chapters. Mom and dad were already in their room. She was adjusting the sheets on the bed. She was bent at that moment. Her curves were visible from her side. Involuntarily, my eyes were drawn to it.

I tried to avert. And I did avert. But after a few seconds, my eyes were back at it. The top was stuck to her body. Her belly had no fat and her chest was round and voluptuous, probably around 32.

Her top made an exciting curve, all the way from her chest to her slim waist. While she was moving here and there to adjust the sheets, her breasts were shaking, making it a more attractive sight.

She turned to her left, facing me, to adjust the sheets on the farther end. Her cleavage was back on display. Even her bra was visible this time. The part of her breasts, which was free of her bra, was jiggling. It was too much for me. My member started rising slowly.

She casually looked up and looked at me, only to find me staring at her. She stood up. Her expression showed she was angry.

Di – “I said no diversions right. Why are you staring here and there! Just focus on your books now.”

I was a bit worried. I wondered if she knew where I was looking at. My cock was back to normal, out of fear. I quickly moved my head towards the study table and started studying.

The following day, I was studying on our easy chair, before our lawn, feeling the fresh evening air. She was already in from her work. She moved out as well and placed a tray with some cookies and milk. She was wearing a red t-shirt and dark brown shorts.

Di – “Have it. You need some energy.”

Me – “You have it too, you must be tired from work.”

Di – “Yeah, it was tiring at work today.” (she picked some cookies as she spoke) Let me water the yard, it will relax me.”

Me – “I hope it will.”

She moved down our yard and picked up the hose pipe from the ground. She switched on the faucet, beside the pump, and started watering our plants in the yard. She was inside the lawn, on the grass bed. I continued studying.

After a while, I heard a scream. I turned to her and she was lying on the grass bed, with her left foot in her hand. I hurried towards her and held her hand to lift her. She stood on her right leg and placed her left arm over my shoulder for support.

I had to hold her waist to support her. I felt the smooth skin over her t-shirt. But I was worried about her. So I shook myself out of those thoughts and I slowly helped her to the lobby. I made her sit on the easy chair, opposite to mine.

Me – “What happened?” (and I started checking her foot)

Di – “I just stepped on a branch full of thorns.”

I could see a couple of pores left by the thorns and blood oozing out slightly.

Me – “You should have been careful right. Look how deep it has gone.”

Di – “I did, but I didn’t notice this as I was looking at the plant.”

Me – “Let me get some cotton and band-aid.”

I moved to our bedroom and came back with the first-aid kit. I applied some antiseptic on cotton and cleaned her foot, around the wound. The antiseptic hurt her and she held my t-shirt slightly when it did.

Me – “It’s almost done.”

I finished cleaning and then placed the band-aid covering those pores on her foot. I turned to look at her. My eyes fell on her legs. Her legs were clean and hairless. Her thighs were visible until her shorts covered. They were fleshy but not too fat. I was just mesmerized by that sight.

She wanted to check her foot. She bent her leg and held her foot close to her face. Her shorts moved up and it disclosed her thighs more. Her knees moved closer to my face and so did her thighs. The skin over there was shining, with the rays of the setting sun. I was loving the sight.

When I looked at her face, she looked at me and seemed uncomfortable. She slowly placed her foot on the floor. I drew my eyes back.

Me – ‘Are there any other injuries?”

Di – “No that’s it. Thanks. You continue your preparation. I will take care.”

My head was down with disappointment. With no option, I sat back in my chair and continued studying. I looked at her casually and I felt her looks on me. I felt like she was observing me all this time. I grew cautious and focussed on my books without looking back at her.

The next day, I was back from college. I moved into my room to get fresh. She was in front of the mirror. She was not aware of my presence. She was in her office formals, probably was just back from her work. Her hands were raised, tying her hair up.

Her chest went ahead as a result. Her curves were visible again from her side. Her top was hugging her chest and her skirt was stuck to her ass. Her figure resembled an hourglass. A curve at her chest, seamlessly moving down, ending at her slim waist.

And then another curve, behind her, rising from her hip and joining back at her thighs. It was a beautiful sight.

She casually moved her face towards the door and found me. She dropped her hands and stood straight. She was done with her hair, but I was not done with my appreciation of her body.

Di – “What!”

Me – “Ju… Just was going to use the washroom.”

Di – “Then why are you standing there? Just go.”

I nodded and moved towards the washroom. I knew I was getting restless. I scolded myself for that. But her beauty drew me back at it. I splashed some water over my face, hoping it would wash away those thoughts. I moved out. I moved to the kitchen without looking at her. I picked up some snacks.

Me – “Do you need anything to eat?” (from the kitchen)

Di – “No, thanks. I had snacks with my colleagues at the office.”

I was back at the study table after a few minutes. She changed to her casuals by that time. She was in her satin pajama and top. It was more modest than usual. I just had a thought if it was because of me.

But later felt this was not her first time. She did wear it earlier. However, I thought I needed to move away from those thoughts. So I focused back on my studies.

Di – “It is your last exam. Just focus on it for today. You can do whatever you want from tomorrow. Mom and Dad said that they would be late and asked us to have dinner and sleep.” (she was moving to the drawing-room)

I wondered if she meant I can continue looking at her when she said I can do whatever I want from tomorrow. Then I laughed at myself thinking how silly that thought was. The very next day, my exams were done. Those were my last exams of graduation. I was a free bird.

I reached home earlier than expected. She was not in yet from work. Mom and dad won’t be home until night anyway. I had a couple of hours before Di came in. So I thought I have to utilize this time. I locked the door and opened my laptop and sat on the couch in the drawing-room.

I played a porn video from my favorite incest category. It was about an aunt who was drawn by his young nephew. She seems to be attracted to him but at the same time was worried about the consequences. She finally gets convinced and decides to submit herself.

She reaches for her nephew and caresses him. She slowly undresses. The lady’s body was so clean and hairless. She takes his hands and places on her breasts. He starts feeling them with his fingers and pressing them. I was engrossed in it and was rubbing my crotch slowly.

“Knock, knock.”

I turned to see who it was. It was her at the window, staring at me curiously. I locked the door but forgot to cover the window. Fortunately, the lid of my laptop was facing the window. It blocked the view from what I was watching and what I was doing.

I swiftly closed the video, locked the laptop, and moved towards the door. Then I opened the door. She entered in with a suspicious face.

Me – “How come you’re in so early?”

Di – “I have finished my work. So left early. Why?” (removing her sandals and placing them on the shelf)

Me – “Nothing. Just casually.”

Di – “Why are you in so early?”

Me – “Exams are done right. Why would I stay in college?”

Di – “What about your placement training?”

Me – “It’s all done at the college. I am on my own now.”

Di – “Oh I see. What were you doing so seriously, glued to the laptop screen?”

Me – “Nothing. I was just watching a movie.”

Di – “Which movie?”

Me – “Ah… Ah… October.” blurted out a random name

Di – “There is no such scene in that movie where you need to be so keen as you were.”

Me – “You know my weird reactions right! Just was into the movie a bit more.”

Di – “Hmm, You really are weird”

Then she moved into our room. It reminded me of the incident yesterday. She was in her maroon silk blouse with laces above her chest and black trousers. She was looking hot. Involuntarily, I was imagining her in front of the mirror, just like yesterday, except for this outfit.

I wanted to have a look at her lovely hourglass figure like yesterday. I felt guilty but porn affected me. The thought of having a live view of such a hot lady intrigued me. I sat back on the couch, trying to divert myself. I slapped myself to get out of those thoughts.

But her hot images kept coming in front of my eyes. I could not stop myself anymore. So I moved to the door, but it was locked. Probably she had started changing. I thought I had lost the chance. Then I realized I could get more if I managed to peek while she is changing.

I peeked through the keyhole but nothing was clear. Then I moved outside, towards the other side of the room. Fortunately, curtains were off the windows. I hid behind the wall and tried to peek. The window panes were thick enough to distort the view.

I could see her outline, not clear though. I could see that she was removing her blouse. A black outline around her protruding chest. Must have been her bra. I got excited and then tried to open the nearest window for a better view. I tried to open it slightly, but the damn window made a shriek.

She was about to turn and I bent down and hid behind the wall. It was getting too risky. So I moved back stealthily, keeping my head low, and returned to the couch in the drawing-room. My heart was beating from all that happened.

I was partly excited, partly tensed, and above all that, I was panting after the brisk stealth walk. My breath had just settled before she moved back to the drawing-room. I was wondering if she could identify what made that noise near the window. I slowly looked at her.

She was in her grey colored spaghetti top and matching black shorts. She was staring at me suspiciously for a second.

Di – “Did you just go outside a few minutes back?”

Me – “No, I was just sitting here. Why?”

Di – “Did somebody visit?”

Me – “Nope. Why? What happened?”

Di – “Just felt there was someone outside the window.”

Me – “Oh let me check.”

I moved out of the drawing-room. I entered our yard, walked around the window a couple of times, and returned.

Me – “There is nothing there. Probably it was some stray dog wandering. They keep entering our home through the walls.”

Di – “Hmm… probably”

Then she sat on the couch, adjacent to mine, and started browsing through her mobile. I thought I should loosen up the situation.

Me – “Is it your boyfriend?”

Di – “What! Who?”

Me – “The one you are chatting with?”

Di – “No. You know I don’t have one. I am chatting in a group. The one with all my college friends”

Me – “Oh! College friends. So Raj must be there.”

Di – “There you go. Started again with this crap.”

Me – “Yes. I know you like being teased with his name. Admit it.”

Di – “Of course not. I don’t like to be teased with anyone.”

Me – “You are right. Not with anyone but him.”

Di – “Manas, It’s enough ok.” (with a slight blush on her face)

Me – “Look at your cheeks. They are as red as cherries”

Di – “Stop it now”

Saying that she picked a pillow from the couch, moved towards me and started attacking me. I picked one beside me and started blocking it. She left the pillow and started hitting me on my shoulder. I kept blocking her arms with the pillow.

She stopped hitting and sat back beside me. She was panting and her breasts were moving up and down. I dropped my pillow and looked at her.

Me – “It seems I was right. You wouldn’t have stopped if you didn’t like it.”

She moved up again and started hitting me with her palm. This time, I couldn’t pick my pillow. I used my arms. She moved forward, to put pressure on me. I held my position and continued to push my arms forward. All of a sudden, she lost her balance and was about to fall on me.

I got worried and moved my hand apart to hold her arms. But she fell quicker than I anticipated and her breasts rested on my palms instead. I quickly looked at her and her eyes were wide open, with shock.

This is the end of this part and the story will be continued in the next one.

 

[Mink]

Part 2 (A Tight Slap)​

It felt like I held a couple of big cotton balls. They felt so soft that it forced me to press them and feel them for long. But I knew it was wrong. I moved my arms further apart and held her shoulders as I intended earlier.

She stayed still, now, with my support. She moved back and sat down on the couch. Her eyes were looking at the floor.

Me – “Di, I am sorry.”

Di – “No. Don’t be. It’s ok. It was an accident.”

Me – “Thanks for understanding.”

She just looked at me and smiled awkwardly. She was embarrassed for sure.

Me – “Are you upset?”

Di – “Yes, a bit. It’s ok.”

Me – “Hmm, don’t be. I would feel bad.” (looking at her pleadingly)

Di – “It is fine. I am ok. Really”

Me – “Hmm that is good”

Di – “Just forget about it. What about your plans for your holidays?”

Me – “My friends planned for a trip to the north. We will be covering many hill stations for the summer.”

Di – “Seems like an interesting one. When are you starting?”

Me – “We will start after this weekend.”

Di – “What about your job trials?”

Me – “I will start once I am back from the trip. I applied for a couple of organizations. I hope I will get a call by the time I get back.”

Di – “This time is crucial for you. You deserve a break but just don’t take too long.”

Me – “Yes Di, I will seriously try for it once I am back.”

Di – “Go out and enjoy your trip. Be safe.”

Me – “I will. Thanks, di.”

I was out for that trip the next week and was back after a couple of weeks. My results were out and I did great in all the subjects. Meanwhile, I received a couple of interview calls as expected. I accepted those calls and started preparing for it. And she was out for her work as usual. Both of us were busy.

I was rejuvenated after the trip. And my determination to get a job became stronger. I continued my preparation till late nights. She used to stay with me, guiding me on how to attend an interview, how to answer, offering a cup of tea at times. I felt confident under her guidance.

On one such night, she sat on my bed guiding me and I was sitting on my study table. She was in her white one-shoulder top and ivory capris. She took my book and was talking about a point, leaning forward to point that line. Her free fair arm was visible and more importantly. her cleavage was on display.

My concentration was not on her words anymore. I moved behind her and turned towards the book, leaning along with her as if I was checking the line she was referring to. Her collar bone was protruded and her fair shoulder and her hairless arm were fascinating.

She had muscles around the bone, but they only made it more lovely. Her inline straps were thin, not enough to cover her collar bone, but they guided down to her lovely pair of breasts. As she was leaning and I was beside her, I could see her upper breasts.

She was healthy and it showed up as no veins were visible throughout her flesh. I moved closer and tried to get more of the view. She occasionally turned to her left to explain, angled towards me, but she could not notice my line of sight. I cashed this opportunity and was enjoying the sight closely.

She ended her point, turned completely towards me, and looked at me closely.

Di – “Are you clear?”

I quickly moved my eyes towards hers and nodded. But I was late. She noticed my awkward looks and seemed to sense something. She seemed to realize her mistake as she moved her body back. I adjusted myself.

Di – “I will sleep now. Need to go to work tomorrow.”

Me – “Thanks, Di. This was helpful. I will continue.”

Saying so, I moved back to my study table and continued looking at the book, pretending to read those lines, attempting to repair the damage. She got up, moved to her bed silently, and lay down. I repented for my behavior, but as usual, it was after I paid the price.

A few months later, one of my trials ended up positive. I got placed as a creative designer in a good organization with decent pay for a fresher. I was back home and no one was there. I couldn’t hide my happiness. I called my Mom and Dad and shared the news. They were so happy.

I was just ending the call and suddenly, I felt a body-hugging me from my side.

Di – “Congrats little brother. Your hard work has paid off.”

She was just back from work. She was in her yellow Kurti. Her body touched me again and sent currents through my body. Her breasts were brushing my arms.

I turned towards her and hugged back, surrounding her with my arms. Her arms encircled me as well and she hugged tighter. Slowly she moved her face back.

Me – “Thank you so much Di. It was your guidance which helped me.”

Di – “Don’t say that. You worked hard and you deserve this. I am so happy for you. Let us go out and celebrate.”

Me – “I was having the same thought in my mind.”

Di – “After all, we finally have something in common”

I laughed at it and she laughed back. Her arms were still encircling me. She looked at me with her proud eyes, with all her love. She reached up for my face and placed a kiss on my forehead.

I looked back at her and all I could see was her affection in her deep blue eyes. She slowly moved her arms, and then her body away.

Me – “Shall we go out for a movie and dinner?”

Di – “Sounds like a great plan. Let me call mom and dad.”

Me – “I was just talking to them. They said they have an important meeting.”

She – “Let me call them again. How can they miss this! Those meetings can wait.”

Me – “It’s ok, Di. We know they are working hard for us. I don’t want them to ruin their meetings for this. I insisted on them myself not to cancel their plans.”

Di – “Fine. It’s you and me then. Which movie shall we go to?”

After browsing through a few movies

Me – “All this week releases are sold out. We have seats left only for ‘The Nun’ since it is there for a week”

Di – “Horror! No no. I am scared of horror movies. I won’t come.”

Me – “It isn’t that scary. I will be there.”

Di – “No no. I can’t sleep after watching that.”

Me – “But you just said we need to celebrate.”

Di – “I did. But…”

Me – “No buts. Please come. I will be there right beside you.”

Di – “You are sure that it is not that scary!”

Me – “Yes I am. We will come out if you find it scary.”

Di – “Ok then”

Me – “Get ready quickly. We have hardly an hour before the show begins.”

She went to her room to change. The idea of having a peek at her crossed my mind, but the risk in it dominated and I kept calm.

Meanwhile, she was back after a few minutes, in a brown strappy cold shoulder crop top and beige skin fit trouser. My mouth was open involuntarily and my eyes went bigger. My expression was obvious to her.

Di – “You just told us we are getting late. Then why are you standing here? Just go and get ready.”

Me – “Give me 5 minutes.”

I was back in a few minutes in my black t-shirt and blue jeans. I took my bike keys.

Di – “Let’s go in my car. You drive recklessly.”

Me – “I drive fine ok.”

Di – “I know you better than yourself. Let’s just not waste more time. We should be on the way now. Get me my car keys.”

I passed her the keys and we started towards the theater. We reached just in time and got ourselves seated. I reclined back a bit and laid my head on the seat. Though she had her lower belly covered with her trousers, her midriff was visible through her crop top. It drew my attention.

Ads and trailers were being played. She was onto it. I was trying hard not to look at her. Fortunately, she also reclined back after a few minutes. She had to move forward to give room to people who crossed her and then the same view used to disturb me.

But at the same time, those people crossed me and I even had to move ahead. So I couldn’t get a proper view of her. I was glad that somehow things were not supporting my evil brain though I wanted it to happen. But that was just the beginning.

The movie started meanwhile and the initial scene was an introduction to the devil. There was a deep silence, both in the movie and the theater. Suddenly a bang and somebody dragged along into a dark room. She made a tiny scream and held my hand.

The eerie background started and a dark silhouette started moving in the alley from the darkroom towards the screen. As it was getting closer, her grip on my hand was tightening. Slowly she bent her head and moved closer to my chest holding my t-shirt.

She almost closed her eyes and was peeking through one eye. I held her shoulder and rubbed it to calm her down. The devil’s face was revealed slightly through a mirror. That was when she hid behind the seat ahead of us, dropping herself more towards my lap.

Her back was facing me and so was her exposed waist. My hand, which was on her shoulder, moved to her back due to her movement. Her creamy white waist was glistening in the dark. My hand moved slowly towards her waist. Just when I felt the touch of it, the movie was back to normal and she was back to her seat.

I wasn’t sure if it was my movement which got her back to her seat or the movie getting normal. My hand was drawn back. She continued watching seriously.

Me in a slow voice – “Are you ok?”

Di – “Yeah. I am alright. I just got scared at the earlier scene.”

Me – “We can go home if you want.”

Di – “No it’s fine. I will let you know if I am not comfortable.”

We continued watching. There were a few scary scenes here and there. She held my hand and got close to me but continued watching. I laid my arm over her and was calming her down by rubbing her shoulder and upper arm. Her fair arms were drawing my attention. It was hard to concentrate on the movie.

I slowly moved my hand downwards. It would be obvious if I dropped my hand directly on her waist. So I tried moving it to her back first and rubbed it slowly. Then I continued it towards her waist. I placed my arms over her waist and started rubbing it as if it was to calm her down.

The smooth skin was soothing me. My eyes were closed and it was heaven to me. My rubbings got intense. She suddenly turned towards me. I worried if she was about to scold me for my advances.

Di – “Manas, let’s go home.”

I quickly removed my hands.

Me – “Why? What happened??”

Di – “It is getting scarier. I can’t sleep the whole night after watching it completely. Let’s go home.”

Me – “But you just said you were fine.”

Di – “Yes I did, but I realized it is just halfway through the movie. I cannot tolerate the whole movie.”

Me – “Fine. Let’s go.”

We were on the way back home. She was driving. She was watching the road keenly and was serious. I was wondering what might have happened. Was she really scared of the movie or is there anything else?

Di – “Hey, I am starving. I am craving for some Chinese food.”

This implied that she wasn’t aware of, or at least not mad at what I was doing back in the theater. I was glad.

Me – “That’s great. I will check on some good restaurants on the way home.”

I quickly booked a table at a nearby restaurant and guided her towards that. We settled down and ordered a few dishes as per her choice. I just turned towards her and her lovely face captured my attention.

Her eyes were deep. Her skin was fair. Her cheeks were bubbly with dimples at the center. Her dark pink lips with a mole under the lower lip was a sight to watch.

Di – “What?”

Me – “Nothing. Just casually.”

Di – “Don’t you think you are staring more these days?”

Me – “Staring at what?”

Di – “Nothing! Forget it.”

Meanwhile, the waiter arrived with the dishes we ordered. So I stopped talking. He served the dishes and then went back.

Me – “Now tell me what were you saying earlier?”

Di – “I said leave it. Now have the food. It will lose its taste once it gets cold.”

Me – “We can talk and eat.”

Di – “You won’t leave it. Will you?”

Me – “Nope.”

She paused a second. I was looking at her curiously.

Di – “See, You might be getting attracted to certain things now. That is natural. But you need to understand your limits.”

I had a faint idea of what she was talking about. But I pretended I did not know.

Me – “I don’t understand what you are talking about.”

Di – “You don’t need to. Just keep these words in mind. That’s it.”

I kept silent. Then we finished dinner and headed towards home. She got fresh and changed. Then I went inside our room for a change as well. She was back in her loose tank top similar to what she was wearing the other day. This was pink in color and was elegantly presenting her fair skin.

My eyes were naturally drawn to it. But I controlled myself and moved over to the shelves to pick up my nightwear. I picked a pair and turned back. She was arranging the covers on the bed. Her fair deep cleavage was visible.

The curves started from both ends of her chest and merged at the center forming a deep line, disappearing inside her top. Any man would be turned on with such a beautiful sight. I was no exception.

She was done with the covers. She did not notice me and continued to lie down on her bed, a few feet away from mine. I changed into nightwear and lay down on my bed. I propped my head on my elbow, took out my mobile, and was browsing through it for a while. She went into sleep by then.

A few minutes later, I got bored and raised my head. She was lying on her back with her covers on. A faint curve beneath her sheets was visible through the rays of the dim bed light. Her chest slightly heaved up with her breathing in and relaxed when she breathed out.

After a while, she turned towards my side, keeping her head on her arms. Her sheets got disturbed and went down slightly, just down to her chest. Her position moved her breasts close to each other. They bulged out, within her top, and formed a deep line at the center, just a few inches over the top.

I was enthralled by the sight. I went close to her bed and sat down inches away from her bed. It was enticing to watch that sight from such proximity. My heart wanted more. I slowly tried to draw her sheets downwards. Just then she rolled further towards me and her chest moved down towards the bed.

My hand was right in front of her chest when this happened. As a result, my hand got pressed between her boobs and the bed. The soft feel of her boobs was just so good that I did not want to take my hand back. But I knew the risk in it and so slowly retrieved my hand out.

In the process, my fingers brushed her nipple. I quickly checked her face to see if this woke her up. Her eyes were open already and were red with anger. She quickly got up and the next moment her palm hit my cheek in a flash.

My head spun a bit. It was too much for me to accept all extreme feelings one after the other. I raised my head and looked at her. She was looking intensely at me. I had no words.

Me – “I am sorry. It is not what it looks like.”

My words stopped with another hit on my other cheek.

Di – “Shut up! Just shut up.”

This is the end of this part and the story will be continued in the next one.

 

[Mink]

Part 3 (When Their Lips Meet!)​

My brain was blank. I was guilty. I was ashamed. But what happened at the end was unintentional. I felt there was no point in explaining it now. I kept silent. She took her pillow and sheet and went to the drawing-room. I followed her.

Me – “Di, I promise it was unintentional. It won’t happen again. Please come and sleep in our room. If you still feel uncomfortable, I will sleep in the drawing-room”

Di – “Don’t show your face to me. Just get lost.”

Anger was building deep inside me. I know I was out of limits. But it was not what I wanted to happen. I thought she was furious and not in a position to listen. I convinced myself that things will get better gradually and moved to my bed. I could not sleep that night and a few nights following that.

She was avoiding me. That was hurting me. I waited for a few more days for a chance to talk to her. But the moment I went in front of her, she moved away to another room. I was equally angry at her for not letting me explain. She was not even listening to my words.

A couple of weeks later, a late afternoon, mom and dad were home early. It was highly unusual and so I asked mom the reason. She announced that there was a match for Di and the groom’s family was going to visit us in the evening.

I asked her if Di knew about it and my mom said yes and told that she would be in soon. She asked me to get some sweets and snacks for serving them. I went out and brought all she asked. We arranged everything and mom took her into our room as soon as she was back from the office.

She got her dressed up for the occasion with slight makeup. She was looking gorgeous in her white salwar with sky blue dupatta. Her lips were shining with the glossy lipstick, her hair was loose and her face was spotless.

Soon they arrived and Di and the guy had a small chat. They liked each other and it was set. A couple of months following that meeting was her marriage. All customs were done. Soon it was the day she had to move to her new home with my jiju, brother in law.

She was hugging all our close family members and was bidding farewell. I was still not out of what happened earlier. I was feeling bad to let her go without sorting that out. I was distressed. I was angry. She did not even let me speak all these days. Now she will leave and this distance would stay between us forever.

I was into all those thoughts and suddenly she was near me. She looked at me for a few seconds. I was sure she would move away. I was about to turn back to avoid that embarrassment. But she hugged me tight with all force and started sobbing. My heart melted at that moment.

Her body was so close and her boobs were crushed against my chest. But this time, it did not turn me on. It did upset me. It reminded me of the void she will create, once she leaves our home. It made me realize my love for her. My arms circled her and tears rolled my eyes for the first time in my life.

All the distance which grew the last few months seemed to disappear. Later, she moved out with jiju. The following few days were hard for our family. Though people were busy with few left out rituals, her absence at home still haunted us. It was harder for me. Things were not fine between us until the last moment.

But gradually, we got used to it. I got my offer letter asking me to join the following start of the week. Soon I joined the organization and they started training us along with others who joined with me. As a result, I was able to get more friends, especially girls. Some were very good looking.

Whenever I had to give some presentations as part of my training, a few girls in that meeting used to stare at me. They used to be in the same office formals Di used to wear. So whenever that happened, it used to remind me of her. It felt like Di was watching me.

It was a strange feeling for me. I wasn’t sure why it happened but was pretty sure that I was missing her very badly. I thought of calling her. I took out my mobile and started dialing her number. But something drew me back and I dropped the idea.

The following week, my parents invited Di and Jiju to our home. I wanted to meet her very badly but I had to be at the office because of a crucial event. Strangely after a couple of days, I got a call from her. I was so happy and answered the call immediately.

Di – “Hey Manas, how are you?”

Me – “Yeah I am fine, how are you?”

Di – “I am good. How is your new job?”

Me – “It is all good here. How about your marriage life?”

Di – “Yeah it is very good. Your jiju is very caring and nice. He loves me a lot.”

Me – “Good to hear that. I was worried about you.”

Di – “Yes, I can see that from the number of calls you made since my marriage.”

Me – “Haha… No… really… I missed you a lot.”

Di – “If that is so, why didn’t you meet me or call me till now? And why were you not home when we visited?”

Me – “I did want to be there. But that event at the office was crucial and my superior asked me to attend it. I couldn’t miss it.”

Di – “You could have called me at least once. This is the first of all these days after my marriage that I am speaking with you. You know that.”

Me – “I didn’t mean that way. I just thought you might be busy with all new responsibilities”

Di – “Shut up. Don’t talk like a stranger. You know you can call me anytime.”

Me – “Yes… I know… but…”

Di – “Actually! Why don’t you come over this weekend? We will spend some time. Your jiju will also be there.”

Me – “Yeah, I will.”

Di – “Great, will be waiting for you. Don’t miss this time.”

Me – “No, I won’t.”

I was happy to talk to her after so many days. I was sure she must have forgiven me for what has happened between us. Probably she was missing me too. The following weekend, I reached her home. I knocked on the door. It was jiju who opened the door. He welcomed me in and called Di.

Jiju – “Hey Madhu, come out and see who has come.”

Di – “Who is it! I am coming.”

Saying so, she entered the drawing-room from the kitchen. She was in her light yellow transparent saree. It was draped rather imperfectly since she was home. Even then she was looking gorgeous.

Her face lit when she saw me. She immediately ran towards me and hugged me. Her palms had a wet mixture of spices in it, she was probably in the middle of preparing lunch. She was not in a position to care about that when she hugged me. Neither was I.

She got her mixture spread over the rear areas of my shirt. I did not bother about it. It felt good to be in her hug. My arms automatically encircled her. I rubbed her back. She slowly withdrew from the hug.

Di – “It’s so good to see you after a long time. It felt like months.”

Me – “Me too, Di.”

Then she looked at her hands and turned me back.

Di – “Haha… Look at your shirt. I am sorry. I should have washed my hands.”

Me – “It’s ok, Di. I will clean it.”

Di – “Come over to the washroom, I will help you clean it.”

Me – “I can manage, Di.”

Di – “It is spread over your back. You cannot reach it on your own. Now shut up and let me help you”

I kept silent and she guided me to the washroom. Her ass, tightly draped in her saree, was moving left and right while she walked. It kind of triggered my evil brain. I was afraid. I was worried it would upset her. So I looked down. We moved to the washroom. She made me turn back and opened the faucet.

She wet her hands and was brushing her wet palm over my shirt. Then she left me and I turned back. She was bent and was cleaning her hands. Her boobs were hanging low and as a result giving me a nice curvy sight. Her saree was transparent.

Her blouse clad boobs were visible with a hint of cleavage wherever her saree’s layer was thin. The sight was too attractive to be ignored. But I did not want to cause any more discomfort to her, not after what had happened earlier. So I averted my eyes and was looking at the floor.

Di – “What are you looking at the floor, so keenly?”

Me – “Nothing.”

She looked at herself and smiled at me affectionately again. She patted my cheek.

Di – “Let’s go.”

She turned and started walking out. I was afraid to follow her behind her curvy lovely ass. I knew it would be very hard to avoid that sight. So I walked fast to reach her and walked along with her. She looked at me and smiled again.

Di – “Sweet bro.”

Saying so, she hugged me from her side while we continued walking. I was sure she missed me. I was glad that she was back to normal and was showing her usual affection.

After a while, she started bringing all the bowls to the dining table. Jiju got up and joined her. I was happy that he was nice and caring. I joined both of them and started picking up one bowl from the kitchen. She hit me slightly on the palm.

Di – “Put it down, we will manage.”

Me – “I want to help, Di.”

Di – “You will get that chance when your wife comes.” (winking at me)

Me – “Di!”

Di – “Shhh, no more words, just put it down.”

She gathered that bowl from me and arranged it herself. I laughed and sat down at the table. Both joined me on either side of the table. We started having lunch. We talked about our childhood incidents. Di was explaining how mischievous I was in my childhood and Jiju was laughing.

Jiju – “So how is your work?”

Me – “It’s fine Jiju, everything is good enough there.”

Jiju – “Everything in the sense?”

Me – “All the infrastructure, work environment.” (with a confused face)

Jiju – “Oh, I thought you were talking about girls. I mean your colleagues.”

Di – “Stop it Abhi! Manas is not like you. He is decent.”

Jiju – “Oh so your brother is the only decent guy here then?” (with mock anger)

Di – “Of course, he is the only one.”

Both of them started laughing. I was happy to see their easy and friendly relationship. Soon we finished lunch and gathered around the drawing-room to watch TV. A few minutes later, Jiju got up and yawned.

Jiju – “Alright, my bed is calling me. You guys keep chatting. I will rest for some time.”

Di – “Manas, you can also rest if you want.”

Me – “No di, I am good.”

Di – “You must be working hard over the week. Weekends are the ones you need to use for rest”

Me – “That’s right, but there is one more day left. I will rest tomorrow.”

She laughed and held my cheek lovingly. We continued watching TV. Her gentle face drew my affection for her. I was looking at her with admiration. She was the one who supported me all my life apart from my parents. She nurtured me while I was a kid.

She took care of me and my studies since my parents got busy with their professions. And now, even after I almost ruined our relationship, she has forgiven me for her love over me. It reminded me of how I did not get a chance to talk or explain to her earlier. I thought I should explain now at least and ask for an apology.

Me – “Di… You remember what happened then?”

Di – “When?” (moving her attention to me from the TV)

Me – “I mean before your marriage, you know, that night after we came back from the movie.”

The smile from her face disappeared briefly. She bent her head down and sighed.

Me – “I am sorry for all that. I admit that I was out of control. I have done things that I should not have done. But I swear I did not want to touch you. What happened at the end was unintentional.”

She smiled back at me and patted my shoulder.

Di – “Look at you! You have grown up now. (saying so she kissed me on my forehead) I know what happened was not entirely your fault. You know boys that age behave worse. I should have given you a chance to explain. See… I am not a good sister.”

Me – “Yes, you are not just a good sister like everyone, you are special. You took care of me and every aspect of my life. You are the reason I am in this position today.”

Di – “Enough enough. Don’t take me over the roof. It is part of every sister’s duty.”

Me – “Not every sister does that, Di. You know that.”

Di – “Maybe. But I should not have reacted that way with you. I should have taken some time to think from your perspective”

Me – “I should not have behaved that way with you in the first place. I am sorry”, with a tear forming in my eye.

Di – “Shhh. Just forget about it”

She drew my head towards her shoulder and patted me gently. Her blouse clad breasts and cleavage was back in display through her saree. I knew I could not avoid that sight, not from that angle. I slowly got up and hugged her from her side.

She looked at me confused, but moved her arms around me from my right and placed her head over my chest. Her breasts started getting pressed against my chest from my side. My fears were back again. So I slowly drew myself back. She again looked at me with confusion.

Di – “What!”

Me – “What what?”

Di – “Why are you moving away?”

Me – “I was just, you know, trying not to make you uncomfortable”

Di – “Shut up!”

Saying so, she hugged me back with all force. I can feel the touch of her soft boobs against my skin again. She laid her head on my chest and held me tight. It was difficult for me. No matter how hard I tried to focus on her affection, the soft feel excited me.

But I was not in a position to move away, not after she warned me. My cock was rising slightly. I tried to focus on the TV to divert myself. It was an old movie being played on TV which was not helping me at all. I picked up the remote and tried to change the channel.

Di – “What! TV has become more important to you than your sister.” (raising her head with fake anger)

Me – “Huh… No. I was just about to lower the volume.”

Di – “I see.” (drawing herself away from me)

Me – “Hey today we have a test match right with Australia.”

She snatched the remote from me and switched off the TV.

Di – “Enough with the TV. Talk to me now. It has been a long time.”

Me – “Yeah ok ok. Let’s talk.”

She just placed her head on my shoulder.

Di – “So tell me how is your new office”

Me – “It’s just fine. It has just been a month since I joined. So not much work yet. They are currently training me. Will get more work gradually.”

Di – “Is it! So how about your colleagues?”

Me – “Yeah, they are nice. We hang out and have fun at the office.”

Di – “Show me their pics.”

I took out my mobile, opened the gallery, and browsed through some of our pictures we took at our office and outings.

Di – “Nice. Who is this girl hugging you?” (pointing at a girl hugging me from her side)

Me – “She is Sheila, she is my teammate as well. She is mischievous. We are close enough.”

Di – “Oh!! Close enough huh.”

Me – “Come on, Di… She is just a friend.”

Di – “I can see that from the pic! So you are not as decent as I claimed to your Jiju”

Me – “No Di, I am decent. There is nothing as what you are thinking right now.”

Di – “So you do not have any girlfriends then?”

Me – “Nope.”

Di – “Why? Most of the useless guys are getting one. You are my handsome and loving brother. It is unfair if you don’t have one”

Me – “I am not just into it right now. I need some time.”

Di – “So you still miss Juhi!”

Me – “Not really. But I am being more cautious now.”

Di – “Hmmm. Is she in touch still?”

Me – “You know what happened right. After that, I lost track of her.”

Di – “I remember. I sometimes feel that I have ruined your relationship. I should not have brought that up in front of mom and dad.”

Me – “It’s alright Di. I came to know about her real character only after that happened. What you did actually helped me come out of it.”

Di – “Look how sweet you are! She is the one who is losing here.”

She kissed me on my cheek. I turned towards her. There was pure affection in her eyes.

Me – “You are the sweetest. You are an angel.”

I moved near her face, placed both my hands on either side of her face. I kissed her forehead and then turned to her cheeks. I swiftly placed one on her right, then on her left. Her cheeks were so soft and the feel of her skin on my lips felt so good.

I got carried away with all those feelings. I continued to kiss the third time moving to her right again. Instead, my lips moved towards her lips in a hurry. But I just turned a bit and the kiss landed just inches away from her lips.

It was awkward for me. I drew back and looked at her, checking her expression. Her eyes were open and she had the same lovely smile on her face. I looked at her eyes and she looked at me. Her blue eyes were deep and full of love. I moved to her eyes and kissed both her eyes.

I moved back and she had her eyes closed. My both hands were still on her face and her lips, a few inches away from mine. Her lips had a layer of her saliva and were shining. The desire to kiss her lips arose in me. Something drew me ahead. I could not stop myself anymore.

I started moving towards her lips and that is when we heard a knock on the door. I stopped what I was doing. I left her face and was in shock. She opened her eyes and looked at me with confusion. She moved her face towards me and placed her lips on mine, briefly for a few seconds.

She brushed my hair and then got up towards the door.

This is the end of this part and the story will be continued in the next one.

 

[Mink]

Part 4 (The Conflict In Mind!)​

I was still in the same shock. I was shocked by her reaction, by her kiss. I was wondering what she was going through when she kissed me. It was obvious that she knew my desire to kiss. Did she think that I was getting excited again? Did she feel uncomfortable?

But her reaction was casual. She continued it when I stopped. I was wondering if she knew my state of mind but still encouraged it or it was just part of her affection towards me. I was confused.

Di – “It was the neighbor inviting us for their function tomorrow.”

Her words broke my thoughts. I turned towards her but my expression hadn’t changed much. She looked at me.

Di – “What happened! Are you alright?”

Me – “Yeah! I am.”

I was embarrassed after what happened. I thought it is better to leave than making things awkward.

Me – “Ok Di, I will take leave.”

Di – “Why? Do you have some appointments with your close friend?”

Me – “No. Come on. Mom and dad would be worrying about me”

Di – “As if you have come to visit some stranger. I will talk to them. Just shut up and stay tonight at home. I will leave you tomorrow morning and you can go out with your close friend.”

Me – “Stop it, Di. Ok. Let me call and inform mom about it.”

I did not want to stay. But after she insisted, it would create suspicion if I didn’t oblige. I briefly talked and informed mom about my stay. They were happy to let me stay, happy to know that their children are spending some time with each other after a long time.

Jiju joined us back after his short nap. We played cards that evening and then had dinner. We had a few chats till late and then we all got ready to sleep.

She changed to her nightwear, her usual tank top. She was arranging a bed for me when I moved towards the guest room.

She was in the same posture she used to be, back at our home. It started reminding me of my feelings on her. I was worried. I quickly turned back and waited outside.

Di – “How long were you waiting here?” (she asked as she was moving out of the room)

Me – “Just a couple of minutes.”

Di – “You should’ve come inside right.”

Me – “I just didn’t want to disturb you.”

Di – “You have become more formal these days!”

Me – “Our parents’ manners have started getting to me I guess.”

I laughed. She laughed back and kissed me on my forehead. She wished me good night and I wished her back before she moved back to their room. I lay down on the bed, wondering what happened throughout the day. I could feel her lips on mine even now. The feeling was fresh in my mind.

I knew the pumping in my heart when Juhi kissed me. But there was more to a kiss, which I could not discover until that evening. All these thoughts were disturbing me and I could not sleep. The time we spent together with Jiju in the evening distracted me to an extent.

But the time after we lie on the bed and before we go to sleep, that is quite dangerous. All the events of the day would hit your mind back even if you don’t want to. I went to the drawing-room and sat on the couch. The events from the course of the time in the noon played back in my mind.

I put on the TV and switched between channels seeking a distraction. Then on a particular channel, I saw a movie playing with two characters making out. My fingers paused, switching the channels involuntarily. The characters started with a hug followed by a few kisses on each others’ cheeks.

The kisses continued further towards all parts of their faces and stopped when their lips met each other. I don’t need to mention that was what happened that noon. Involuntarily I was imagining me and Di in their places. I was overwhelmed with the feelings I felt at that moment.

They continued the kiss on the lips, for a long time. The guy moved his hands all over her body and started pressing her waist. His hands moved down to her ass and squeezed her ass cheeks. Then she drew herself back and moved his hands to her belly.

She let her lower shirt open and allowed his hand to feel her skin. He brushed his fingers all around her waist and inserted his little finger inside her navel. She moaned but did not stop him. She let his hands move upwards, onto her breasts. He started feeling their weight in his hands.

Her breasts were hidden under her shirt, as her top buttons were not undone. But I could see her nipples poking her shirt. His fingers occasionally moving over them underneath her shirt. My member started raising. A new movie started playing in my mind.

I was imagining doing all this to Di, feeling her body, her ass cheeks, her soft waist, and plump breasts. She was in her saree she wore in the daytime. My hands were under her saree, over her blouse. My fingers caressing her cleavage while my palms rested on her breasts.

My hands pressed them gently and felt her nipples rising. My fingers encircled her nipples and stroked them slightly. Her saree’s end was disturbed by my fondling and in response, it helped me by lowering itself. She moved forward and pressed my head on her breasts.

My hands went down to my cock and started stroking it while my lips started feeling the pleasure of her boobs. I showered kisses all over her breasts, over her cleavage and started taking her nipples into my mouth, over her blouse. She stopped me, unhooked her blouse hooks one by one and then freed her breasts out of her bra.

I placed my head back on her now bare breasts. My mouth started tasting her bare nipples. My lips covered her tips and moved down to the base. I engulfed more of her breast and started sucking it. Her hands were over my head, pulling my hair up and pressing my head onto her.

We moved in rhythm and her hands covered my cock. She held it and felt it with her smooth palms. She loosened her saree and petticoat and guided my crotch towards her. It felt so good when it entered her gloriously soft valley. My precum started oozing out and I felt the pressure building up deep down.

I held her face and we kissed hard. I licked her tongue. She moved her hips to and fro, taking my cock all the way deep inside her. I wanted to hold longer, but my feelings dominated my determination. The dreamy feel of it, the smooth caresses.

Her soft skin over my body was good enough for my blood to boil faster. Hot cum thrust up, out my tiny hole and I could feel the heat surrounding my cock. A few more deep thrusts followed. Each thrust offering me the feel of my life.

All my veins responding to it, draining me out like never in my whole life, not even while I was masturbating. My eyes closed by itself and I lied down on the couch, unable to move. I woke up the next morning, with a blanket over me, properly lying on the couch. I felt sticky around my cock.

I raised my blanket and spotted a dark wet spot over my trousers, around my cock. I realized what must have happened. I cursed myself. I wondered how I had become so careless and shameless, imagining my sister. I was ashamed. Guilt started building up deep inside.

I looked to my right, towards the TV and it was put off. I did not remember switching it off. It must have been Di or Jiju. I wondered if they noticed anything.

I got up and moved to the washroom. I cleaned myself. I moved out and looked out for Di. I heard some clanking of bangles inside the kitchen. I moved to the kitchen and there she was, in her fresh new suit with wet hair. She must have had a shower a few minutes back. I was too ashamed to appreciate her beauty.

Me – “Good morning, Di.”

Di – “Oh! You got up. Good morning, dear.”

Me – “Di, I will leave now.”

Di – “Wait, I am preparing breakfast. Have it and go.”

I quickly moved to the dining table and waited there. She brought breakfast at the table after a while and served it on both of our plates. She sat at the table, opposite me, and started having it. I bent my head. I continued having my breakfast silently, avoiding any mentions of events that happened earlier.

Di – “So why were you sleeping on the couch?”

I was startled at her question. She put forward the one which I was trying to avoid all this time.

Me – “Oh, I was not feeling sleepy, and so I started watching TV. Not sure when did I drift into sleep.”

Di – “I saw what you were watching on TV.”

I looked at her in shock but she continued.

Di – “I cannot say I am too angry about it. But you should have been careful. I heard the noise of the TV in the middle of the night and came out to check it out. You were sleeping with your hand down, around your trouser zip and it was wet around there. What if your Jiju had seen it before me?”

She shocked me again. It explained why I was lying properly with a blanket on. But I was not sure how it all happened. It was all dreamy. I just had no answer to it. I kept my head down.

Me – “Sorry!” was the only word I could utter.

Di – “Don’t be sorry. But you should not let things go out of control. I had said this earlier to you as well.”

I just nodded.

Di – “By the way, why weren’t you able to sleep on the bed?”

Me – “Probably because it was a new place for me.”

Di – “You had no problems at new places we had been to earlier. What was troubling you last night?”

She was smart and she knew me for a long time. She was coming up, right to the point. It was hard to lie to her. But I knew she wouldn’t accept the truth. I kept calm again.

Di – “Were you upset with the kiss?”

I raised my head and looked back at her with shock. My reaction answered her question.

Di – “So you were upset.”

I bent my head again unable to answer anything.

Di – “Are you still upset about it?”

I just nodded. She took a brief pause and then looked at me.

Di – “Hey! Look at me.”

I looked back at her slowly.

Di – “See… There is nothing wrong with a kiss. It was just a form of love, a way of expressing love.”

I continued to look at her with shock. I never expected these words from her.

Di – “I know siblings don’t kiss that way usually. But nothing is wrong as long as your intentions are good. I know your intentions were pure and affectionate. I know you might have got carried away a bit, but it was all part of the love we have towards each other. Now stop worrying about it.”

Her words did an effect on me. I was surprised to see her casual reaction to this in contrast to her reaction the other day. I could see a change in her attitude towards me. Before marriage, it was more like a ‘Tom and Jerry’ fight between us.

She was affectionate before marriage too. But it was limited and she did get angry at situations like these. However now, after her marriage, she has become more kind and understanding. But she only knew half. She wasn’t aware of what I was dreaming of. Only I was.

It made me ashamed even after her words reduced my guilt to some extent. I wanted to leave, to move out of all these thoughts and situations.

Me – “I will start to home di.”

Di – “Always hurrying to go home. I am allowing now only because of your ‘close’ friend”

Me – “I am not going to meet anyone today. I just had a few jobs at home.”

After a while, I started to move. She moved closer to me and hugged me. She raised her head and looked at me. She held my face and kissed me on my forehead.

Me – “Bye, Di. Love you.”

Di – “Love you too dear. Keep visiting and take care of mom and dad.”

Me – “I will.”

I was on the bike, on my way back home. I was looking at the road, but my mind was full of mixed feelings. It was guilt, love, lust, and uneasiness. I have never felt these many feelings at once ever in my life.

I moved back home and lay on my bed. I was tired, mentally. All these thoughts were troubling me and I was not able to think straight.

“Mannu… Mannu… Maanas,” low unclear whispers in the background.

Mom – “Hey Mannu, What happened?” (she held my shoulder and shook it)

Me – “Huh mom. What is it?”

Mom – “I’ve been talking to you for a couple of minutes. Where were you?”

Me – “I was just thinking about something.”

Mom – “Is everything alright?” (and she placed her palm on my forehead)

Mom – “Oh god, it’s hot. Seems like you have been hit with a fever.”

Me – “Fever! No, mom. It must be because of the sun out there. I am a bit tired. I will take rest for some time and I will be fine.”

Mom – “Ok, take rest. Let me check again at lunchtime.”

She set my pillow in position and I lied down. She covered me with my blanket and left the room, closing the door behind her. The mental stress I was having all this time helped my head feel heavy and I did not know when I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up around lunchtime, but I was unable to get up from the bed. I was feeling weak and it was painful when I tried to get up. I lied down for a couple of minutes. I gained strength and placed my leg on the floor. I got in great difficulty and tried to move towards the washroom.

I held the door, pulled it back, and walked in. I washed my face with cold water. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red. My skin felt warm. I moved out and my mom was looking for me already.

Mom – “How are you feeling now?”

Me – “I am feeling better mom. Just feeling weak a bit.”

She came to me and checked again by placing her palm over my neck.

Mom – “Oh god, your skin is burning. Lie down. I will call the doctor.”

She supported me till my bed and made me lie down and picked her mobile to call a doctor. The doctor arrived and confirmed that it was a psychogenic fever caused out of stress and fear. He suspected that work pressure at the office might have been the reason.

My mother believed it. I didn’t, as I knew what was the reason for my stress. He further warned me not to go to the office for at least a week and to avoid any stress-related activities during that time. My mom listened to it and nodded. I knew what I had to avoid. I thought I needed to get out of Di’s life.

With my current state of mind, it is more harmful to her than to myself or my health. She has a family now. The more I get close to her and the more my thoughts grow, the bigger the trouble will be for her. I did not want to be the cause of the trouble.

I took off from the office and started to take rest. My mom tried to call Di to inform her about me. I stopped her from doing so by saying that she would worry. I took rest for a couple of days and was feeling better. I was able to do things on my own.

But my mind was not completely back in control. Few thoughts here and there jumped in and out of my mind. I knew I needed a distraction. Office work was the only answer I found. I convinced my mom that I was alright and joined work the next day.

I reached out to our superiors and made sure I was assigned an assignment as soon as possible. I was working hard and it helped me in my distraction. I worked seriously on a couple of ad projects, over a month. I gained attention in that process.

My superiors were impressed with my performance and they asked me to attend a meeting with them. It was supposed to be a meeting which would include discussions of an ad project of a new client that we were going to take soon. No new joiners were given such a chance. I was happy and proud of myself.

I dressed up in my best formal attire, a light blue shirt, and dark blue trousers. I had a blazer on and tie as well. I arrived at the hotel on time. I joined my superiors. We all sat on a table in a banquet hall where many other aspiring ad agencies were present as well. There were several other clients along with them.

I just was observing my peers from other agencies. I was noticing their behavior and comparing myself with them to know if I am on the same page with them. I could see some guys talking to their clients and trying to impress them with their communication and marketing skills.

Amidst all those people, I saw another lady sitting and listening to the concepts their vendor was presenting. She was sitting 90 degrees from me and her loose hair covered her face partially. I felt that her face was familiar. She held her hair and drew it back. It was when I could see her completely. It was Di.

I was shocked. I was taking work as a reason to avoid her and there I was stuck in front of her because of the same work. I cursed all gods for taking their playful revenge on me. I excused myself to the washroom to escape from it. My superior allowed me asking me to be back soon.

I went to the washroom and tried to stay there for a long time. But I knew our clients would be arriving soon and I needed to go out. As expected, I received a call from my superior asking me to come back as our clients entered the hall. I gathered myself and walked out of the washroom.

I just pulled the door and walked towards our table. I walked around, avoiding her, not giving a chance for her to see me. I moved to our table and sat at an angle where she can’t see me. Our clients talked to us and our superiors discussed our proposed concepts with them.

They were happy with the concept and asked us to start working on it. My superior looked at me. I knew I had to work on it. I was more than happy to take it but my mind was not completely on it. Half my mind was struggling to check if Di found me.

After the meeting ended, we started moving out to the door of the hall again. I tried to use my project files as a barrier and walked, pretending to read those files seriously. As I was near the door, I hit someone and my files fell on the floor.

Me – “Sorry, Did I hurt you?” (and I raised my head as I asked it)

There she was, standing with her peculiar questioning face, with her hands folded. There was no point of escape now.

Me – “Hi Di, What are you doing here? What a coincidence!”

Di – “Stop acting, Manas.” (looking at me fiercely)

This is the end of this part and the story will be continued in the next one.

 

[Mink]

Part 5 (The Confession!)​

Me – “What are you talking Di. Why would I act? And for what?”

Di – “Why were you running away now?”

Me – “Why would I run away? From whom?”

Di – “I know you. Don’t try to fool me”

Me – “I am not able to understand. What are you talking about?”

Di – “Why were you hiding away from me now?”

Me – “No Di. I didn’t notice you. I just got a big project. So I was checking the details of it”

Di – “I saw you walking in sometime back, checking me at times. But you were occupied with your clients. So I thought I will meet you after your discussion and here you are, running away from me”

Me – “No Di. I didn’t know you were here. Why would I walk away from you?”

Di – “You should know that!”

Me – “There is nothing as such. I was just excited about the project and so did not focus on anything else”

Di – “Ok.. then tell me why didn’t you pick my calls. I have been trying for a month”

Me – “No Di, I was just busy with my office work”

Di – “So busy that you couldn’t call just once in a whole month?”

Me – “Hmmm.. I was just…”

Di – “Just stop covering yourself. I know there’s something wrong with you”

Me – “No Di, there is nothing”

Di – “Even I thought so when you were not picking my calls. But now after seeing you running away, I can join the dots.”

Me – “No… Really… I am not running away”

Few of the people, including my superiors, were staring at us already from a distance. They might not have been able to hear our conversation but they were startled, looking at the way we were talking. She looked at them and then turned towards me.

Di – “We need to talk. Let us go out and talk.”

I quickly went near my superiors and explained that she was my sister. They happily allowed me to have some time off with her. I thanked them and said I will join them soon and they left for the office.

Then I went back to her. She held my hand dragging me out of the banquet hall, towards the restaurant. She made me sit on a corner table and she sat opposite me.

Di – “Now tell me.”

Me – “Believe me. There’s no…”

Di – “Just stop it Manas… Just stop it.”

She stopped me. Her eyes were red with anger.

Di – “You know what. I waited for a week when you didn’t receive my calls but felt there was something wrong. I called Mom and she told me you were not well. I wanted to visit but Mom stopped me saying that you didn’t want me to know. Why?”

Me – “Oh! She did tell you then. I just did not want to make you worried. That is all”

Di – “OK fine… Let’s say this is true. Mom told that the doctor explained your fever was because of stress and tension. So what was causing that stress?”

Me – “Just office work.”

Di – “Oh come on Mannu. Your work did not start until recently. You told me that yourself when you visited us. Don’t try to fool me as you did with mom.”

I was at a loss of words. I struggled to find reasons to justify that.

Di – “Now, enough with your clever lies. I just want truths now. Speak out.”

Me – “What are you implying here! I did not understand.”

Di – “I am implying that you are behaving weird and avoiding me after our last meet. I can feel it. I just want to know what is the reason for it. Did I hurt you or ill-treat you?”

Me – “No Di… Of course not. You are the sweetest. You won’t even hurt your enemies. Why would you hurt me!”

Di – “Then what is the reason!”

Me – “I didn’t mean to avoid…”

Di – “Just truth!” (patting the table with her palm)

I realized there was no escape. I took a brief pause trying to think of ways to cope up with this. I knew she was clever enough to detect my lies. So finally I decided to tell her the truth.

Me – “Ok… fine…”

I took a brief pause and looked at her. She was looking at me curiously.

Me – “Well… I… I’ve been getting these weird thoughts recently. That kept disturbing me”

Di – “Ok… What are those about? What does that have to do with me?”

Me – “Those thoughts were indeed about you.”

Di – “Oh!” and she bent her head down and started thinking…

Di – “I didn’t get you. What are those thoughts?”

Me – “I was… I was getting… thoughts… you know… sexual thoughts!”

Di – “What are you talking about! You mean you were getting sexual thoughts about me! Are you insane?”

Me – “Di… Slow down… I am already ashamed”

She was disappointed and angry. She held her head with her both palms. She took a pause and then looked at me.

Me – “I know…That is weird and wrong. But I couldn’t help it.”

Di – “You were weird before marriage. I knew and that made me furious then. But I convinced myself later thinking that might be a mistake and you might have learned from it.”

Me – “I know. What happened before marriage. It was out of limits. I learned from it. Really. That is why I did not want to make you upset again.”

Di – “But you won’t stop thinking that way. You are ready to run away from me but not from those thoughts. Really, Mannu?”

Me – “I tried. Trust me… It was hard. But I tried. Lately, some things happened and it kept disturbing me. I started getting weird dreams.”

Di – “Dreams?”

Me – “Yes. Dreams about you. Sometimes it was about doing various things to you. Sometimes it was just sleeping with you cuddled together. Sometimes it included more sexual acts. You know, touching you and feeling you. But all of them with you. That was the reason for my stress as well. I know it is wrong. But those thoughts are not easy to be brushed off, not when I keep meeting you. So I thought it is better to stay away than causing trouble, being with you.”

Di – “Is it that kiss? Which disturbed you?”

Me – “Hmmm, yes, I had been having these thoughts even before your marriage as you said. I tried to cope with them focusing on other stuff. But after the kiss, my focus was lost and it was hard to control”

Di – “Was that the same kind of dream? You know, when you were sleeping on the couch?”

I bent my head and nodded.

Di – “But I am your sister. How are you able to think about me that way!”

I had no answer. I kept silent.

Di – “I think I should not have kissed you. I think I have made a mistake. I didn’t know it will cause all this.”

Me – “Please. No. It is not your fault. I am a maniac. Lusting on my sister. I just have to be away from you, at least for a while and everything will be fine.”

Di – “Tell me one thing. You said you had these thoughts before my marriage. What did I do to trigger those thoughts? Was there something wrong with my behavior with you?”

Me – “No Di. Please don’t take it on yourself. I was stupid then. I am stupid now. You have nothing to do with it”

She was silent for a minute. Then she looked at me again.

Di – “So, why don’t you get married?”

Me – “Married! To whom?”

Di – “I don’t know. Juhi maybe.”

Me – “Di, I told you about her. How can I marry her?”

Di – “What about your colleague. She seemed to be a good match for you.”

Me – “Di. Stop. Marriage will not fix this. I don’t have feelings for them.”

Di – “You will get it. Once you get close with them. It will develop. If not them, it will start developing on someone else. I will ask Mom to start looking matches for you.”

Me – “No. I can’t trust any of them now. Not after what happened. It won’t work for me. Trust me.”

Di – “So what do we do? How to get rid of this?”

Me – “Even I thought about many options. But nothing will work.”

She kept silent.

Di – “Mannu. The thing is, I cannot stay away from you for long.”

I looked at her curiously.

Di – “After I slapped you. It was anger that kept me away. But after it reduced, I could not stay away from you. The day I was leaving you all after marriage, I felt that. After I left, I kept worrying about you. I know I can’t stay away even now. Now I don’t even have that anger to stop me”

Me – “I know Di. It is hard for me as well. But just let us stay away for a while. I will try to come out of it.”

She held her bag and started getting up.

Me – “Wait. Let me drop you”

Di – “No. It’s fine. I have an office cab. I will manage”

She started walking back. I felt strange. I felt my head feeling light after this weight was out. But I was not sure how to overcome the problem though. I told her confidently that I would.

A few months passed. And there was no change in my mind. Thoughts kept coming. I kept convincing myself that she was the one who took care of me and I shouldn’t do this to her but it only made me love her more instead.

We stayed away all these days. No calls even between us. My parents used to ask about it but I just used to convince them saying that I was busy with office work. But things used to get us together no matter how hard we tried.

There were functions, office meetings, or any other casual family get-togethers. One, or the other. I used to skip most of them pushing the blame on office work. But destiny was never content with that.

One late evening after office, Mom came to me hurriedly as I was just entering our home. She looked so happy.

Me – “What happened? You look so happy!”

Mom – “Yes there is good news. You are going to be an uncle.”

Me – “What! You mean Di is pregnant!”

Mom – “Yes dear ” (saying so she hugged me)

I hugged her back. I felt so happy that Di was going to experience the next stage of her life and that our family is going to get a new member.

Me – “How is she feeling now? This should be making her sick I guess.”

I asked her as she drew back.

Mom – “When did you start knowing all this stuff!”

I just smiled at her.

Mom – “Yes, she is in her second month already. So she has to go through some sickness. I have planned to bring her home so that I can take care of her.”

That statement shocked me. That means she is going to come home and stay with us. It would be horrible. Even I cannot use any excuses this time. I just wondered why this kept happening. Mom called Jiju and asked him to send her home so that she can take care of her.

Jiju was unwilling to leave her at this time but he knew she needed her mother more than him now. So he agreed to send her the coming weekend after Mom explained. Mom managed our business from home as Dad tried to handle it alone from the office.

I started thinking of options left. I decided that I will stay in a hotel room and will convince everyone that I have an office trip. So I booked a room and stayed there for a month and used to go to the office from there directly. But gradually my savings started taking a toll.

So I moved back home with no other option left. I reached home and Mom hugged me. I hugged her back. I was struggling hard not to think about Di but my eyes were already searching for her.

Mom – “Go and meet your Di. She is in your room. She would be happy to see you”

Me in my mind- “I don’t think so mom.”

I slowly entered our room and mom followed me. There she was, lying on the bed and working on her laptop. She looked at me and her eyes lit. But she lowered her eyes for a moment thinking and looked at me back.

She got up, moved towards me, and hugged me. She was not too close to my body. She just circled her arms around me for a second and moved back.

Me – “How are you, Di?”

Di – “Yeah I am good. How are you?”

Me – “I am good too. How are you feeling now? Do you feel sick?”

Di – “No. It was only in the initial month or two. Now I am good. Mom is there for me. How was your trip?”

Me – “It was good. How are you managing your work? Did you apply for leave already?”

Di – “Working from home whenever I feel sick or uneasy. But I can work now. I will opt for leave after a few months.”

Me – “That is good.”

Next few days, I used to spend more time at the office than usual. At night, I used to sleep on the couch in the drawing-room. Even for the short period, I had to be at home, I used to stay in the drawing-room or the one room in which she was not in.

I was trying to avoid talks with her as much as possible. Thinking that she might be uncomfortable around me after my confession. But then the weekend arrived. mom was out for groceries and dad was out for business as usual. So Mom asked me to stay home to keep an eye on Di till the time she was back.

I tried to be in the drawing-room as much as possible watching TV. She entered the room and sat on the couch. It was strange as even she was mostly in our bedroom avoiding me. I looked at her and she smiled nervously. She was in her nightgown, with a tiny belly.

I was looking for chances to escape from that room and she was looking at me.

Di – “How was your week at the office?”

Me – “It was hectic. What about you?” (switching between her and the TV)

Di – “It was fine. I could manage.”

Me – “Ok.”

I continued watching TV and she looked at me again. I could see it from the side of my eyes, without turning at her.

Di – “Mannu.”

Me – “Yeah Di, Tell me. Do you need anything?”

Di – “Tell me one thing. Was it hectic at your office or if it was just your trick to avoid me?”

Me – “Hmm, Di. You know the answer.”

She bent her head and sighed.

Me – “I told right. It was better for both of us.”

Di – “Better in the sense?”

Me – “To avoid you getting into trouble. To keep you out of these unnecessary tensions. After my confession, you would feel uncomfortable with me around.”

Di- “You don’t need to be so hard on yourself. I am not uncomfortable around you.”

Me – “It’s not just that. You are married and my careless behavior would create troubles.”

Di – “It won’t. This will stay between us.”

I looked at her. She was looking at me without dropping her eyelashes.

Di – “It is not your fault. I understand.”

Me – “You will understand. Because you are sweet and understanding. But I am guilty. You love me with affection and here I am lusting on you.”

Di – “It’s ok. I understand what you are going through.”

Me – “No you cannot Di. You won’t get sinful thoughts as I do”

Di – “What if I say I did get those thoughts!”

Me – “You won’t. No, wait. What! What did you just say?”

She just kept silent and I asked her again.

Me – “Di, tell me. What did you just say?”

Di – “I just said that I did get those thoughts.”

This is the end of this episode and the story will be continued in the next one.

 

[Mink]

Part 6 (Shedding Inhibitions!)​

Me – “You don’t mean that. Do you?”

She silently nodded in the affirmative.

Me – “I just don’t understand. How is this possible?”

Di – “It’s a long story”

Me – “I am ready to listen”

Di – “Ok… But you shouldn’t judge me after this.”

Me – “I am not in a position to judge as I was the one who started it.”

She laughed at it.

Me – “Now tell me. How did this happen?”

Di – “ All this started with this distance between us. It was awkward and hurtful. I was not feeling as good as I expected. No matter how busy I was, I had this void back of my mind. Your last words echoed in my mind all the time. I knew you were not going to come out of it and be normal with me again.

It is not easy to get out of it by yourself. So I wanted to resolve this somehow. I tried to find the cause of it and mitigate it somehow. I started thinking about the reasons why you started getting those feelings about me.

What triggered those thoughts in you? What made you think about me that way? Was it my attire or body language or the way I was talking with you?”

Me – “It was not your…”

Di – “I know, I know. It wasn’t my fault. But I might have done something unintentionally. I was trying to find that out. We all know that men stare at women. They find some factors which interest them. Opposite sex always creates interest but I wondered if that happens among blood relations as well.

Then I remembered my friends’ stories of how their cousins or brothers used to stare at them. Even some used to make advances as well as they say. Some of them felt uncomfortable with those advances while some of them enjoyed it. So I realized it wasn’t so unusual.

One gets such feelings sooner or later but gets it at some point in time. Then I questioned myself if there is truly such a high chance of getting such thoughts about our blood. I started questioning myself if I would ever get such thoughts on you. That was my mistake I realized later.”

She took a brief pause, looked at me, and sighed. Then she continued.

Di – “Initially it didn’t work at all. You seemed like a child to me as always, my cute little brother. I just tried to think of you in different ways. In the sense, sexually. But none of them were able to cause any such thoughts in my mind.

Then I realized there was this affection and bond between us which was blocking them. I started thinking about how you could cross that limit while I was struggling. I believed there must have been some strong force that pushed you over that line.

Then I remembered what you said. You said you got feelings before my marriage but there was that kiss which disturbed you much. That pushed you over. That was the force. I wondered if I take that force in, will it be possible for me to cross that line as well.

That kiss was affectionate for me. Probably you felt it sexual. That might be the difference. So I thought I would rewind that kiss and try to think of it sexually.”

Deep down my body, a sensation started rising. I was already imagining how she would have thought through that kiss, how she would have imagined it sexually. It excited me. But it was hard to imagine her thinking about that.

Me – “Did you do it?” (with an astonished face)

Di – “I did. I started playing it in my mind from the beginning. I kissed you on your cheek at first. You looked at me. Then you held my face gently with both your hands. I felt that touch loving and that brought a smile on my face.

You moved closer to me and placed your lips on my forehead. Then you moved to my right, kissed my cheek, and turned over to place one on my left cheek. You did not stop with that. You kissed me one more time on my right cheek. I realized there was more intent in those kisses, a bit of sexual tension in that.”

That description of our kiss was making me crazy. It was so good to hear it in her words. My cock has started pushing my hands which were fortunately over my crotch hiding it. I tried to control and continued listening.

Di – “Then you moved back and looked into my eyes. You moved closer to my eyes and planted gentle kisses on both of them. First on the left and then the right. Nobody kissed me on my eyes till then. It was so nice to have your lips there. As a result, my eyes remained closed even after you moved back.

You took a pause and then moved closer once again. I felt your move. Though my eyes were closed, I could sense the direction you were moving. You held my cheeks tighter and moved towards my lips. Then you stopped, probably because of the doorbell.

Then I moved towards you and placed my lips on yours. It was just a casual peck for me then but I realized there was more in that. Then I played this scene in my mind a couple of times more, initially out of the need and later out of interest.

The more I thought about it, the more sexual it felt. Then I wasn’t able to stop it. It went out of my control. I finally found an answer to all my questions. It was indeed possible to have sexual thoughts among blood relations as well.”

My head which was looking down at my crotch raised with that statement. I couldn’t believe that she started to think of me sexually. I looked at her and she looked at me. Then she bent her head in what felt like a mix of embarrassment and shyness.

Me – “What happened then?”

She looked at me and noticed my curious eyes. She moved her eyes back towards the floor.

Di – “Then that incident got stuck in my mind. It started playing in my mind almost all the time. When I was in the kitchen. When I was in the office. When I and your Jiju were hanging out. Your jiju started feeling it. He asked me a couple of times if I was fine.

I started worrying about it. The more I worried, the more I was reminded of it. I thought of putting a full stop to it. I thought of ways to come out of it. I remembered the saying – only fire can fight a fire. Only sexual thoughts can get me out of that lust. Or so I thought.

I started going to your Jiju at nights and started… ahem… you know… making love with him. It increased over time. I was under the hope that it would avoid these thoughts. But instead, it pulled me back at it. It was getting worse. Nothing could help me out.”

She took a brief pause and said – “And finally I conceived and we are here.”

She stopped and looked at me. My member was jerking up all the time she talked. My eyelids stopped shutting down for long. I was silently looking at her in shock.

Di – “So, you are not alone in this crime. I know what you are going through.”

Then she looked at me again. Her looks brought me to my senses. My eyelids finally have shut themselves.

Me – “I still can’t believe this”

Di – “You want me to prove it. Fine then. We were just married for a few months now. Did you ever wonder if I had an early pregnancy?”

Me – “Not until you mentioned it now.”

Di – “Well! What I just said is the reason for it. You need more proof?”

Me – “Oh dear! Just pinch me.”

Di – “Stop it, Mannu. I am already guilty about it. Don’t tease me”

Me – “No Di. I am not teasing. I had thoughts on you. But I’ve known you since I was a kid. You never really thought about any guy that way. You did not have any relationships until your marriage. You never really liked even if I teased you with anyone. I never thought that you would think about me this way.”

Di – “Even I didn’t think it was possible. I was furious at you for the same thing and days later, I was doing the same thing.”

Me – “But it is still wrong, right?”

Di – “It is. But I just put this out so that you know that you are not alone and that I am not uncomfortable around you. Moreover, it would help reduce the weight inside my head as well.”

Me – “Hmm right. This reduced my guilt to some extent. Thanks for it.”

She just smiled at me.

Me – “However I would continue staying away from you. I would sleep on the couch and you can sleep in our bedroom.”

Di – “It is fine. You can sleep in the same room. We have separate beds. Moreover, it would create suspicions if we don’t behave the way we used to. Mom had already started asking me if something happened between us”

Me – “She asked me as well earlier. But how will we stop these thoughts if we spend together”

Di – “You don’t need to. Just make sure you don’t convert them into actions”

This statement startled me. Did she just say that I can continue thinking about her that way? The very thought started triggering a sensual feeling inside me. My cock slowly started bulging out again which was resting for a while after her narration. I just tried to hide it with my hands.

Di – “Seems like someone has started thinking again.” (looking at my hands)

Me – “Hmmm… yeah…” (with a nervous smile)

She smiled with a blush and then turned her head away.

Di – “Go and relieve yourselves. Else it will keep you disturbed the whole day.”

This made it worse. She was asking me to relieve myself. Even after knowing what triggered it. It straightened my cock like never. Precum started oozing slightly merely with these thoughts. I rushed towards the washroom and locked the door.

I sat on the floor and immediately lowered my shorts. I held my cock with my fingers and it was erect to its full length. I felt like it was in its full glory. The slight touch of my fingers caused shivers and it started throbbing inside my fingers.

Her words started echoing in my ears. The way she narrated the kiss, how she played it in her mind, not just once but several times. The way it reverberated in her mind and how she was disturbed by it. How she went to Jiju to divert herself. She said she was pulled back at those thoughts while making love.

Did she imagine me in place of Jiju while she made love? Did she submit herself to Jiju imagining me? Did she let him caress her body thinking of me? Did she feel my hands and lips on her body? She was right beside me, a few feet away, with only the door separating us.

Is she thinking of me now? How am I relieving myself? Is she imagining me doing it? All these thoughts filled my mind. The very thought that she was aware of what I was doing then, the thought that she encouraged me to do it. The thought that she knew that I was thinking about her while doing this.

It was more than enough to trigger the pressure inside me. I held my cock and started to rub. A simple touch, a smooth rub was itself causing inexpressible senses. It was as if her fingers were rubbing me. Both my hands moved slowly but the heat it generated was high.

I felt my juices boiling deep inside. I could feel it moving out slowly through my veins and passing through my crotch. I could not control anymore and started stroking it faster. Finally, it reached my cock and eventually its tip. I usually had to use a lubricant to bring it out and it would take tens of minutes.

But that day, I just sat down with just my hands around it rubbing slowly, while my cock thrust the white fluid itself, tiny clouds of my juices, one after the other until they formed a puddle on the floor in just a few minutes. I felt relaxed and relieved. I never felt such pleasure earlier.

At the same time, I felt so exhausted. My legs were weak and my head was spinning. My cock was limp but a few last drops of my cum oozed out. I just sat down for a couple of minutes until I gained some energy to get up. Then I got up and cleaned myself along with the floor.

I then moved out and she was reading a novel on the couch as if nothing happened. She looked towards me, involuntarily reacting to the noise of the door. She found me and blushed again. I was embarrassed. Though her awareness triggered the pressure, the very same thoughts even made me feel shy after the tension was out.

I quickly went to the bedroom and closed the door behind me. I lied on the bed. I knew that we had entered a new phase of love. We won’t be the same old brother and sister. Our relationship reached a level where we couldn’t go back to ourselves. We sure had our love. But now it was not just that.

But something more than that. I was into all those thoughts and my head felt heavy and my eyes closed without much effort.

Di – “Mannu… Mannu. Get up.”

I slowly opened my eyes and there she was in front of me. She was bent, to wake me up. Her nightgown had a v-shaped neck. It lowered down a bit when she was bent. Her cleavage appeared in front of my eyes. One of my favorite sights. These were the ones that inculcated lust in my mind.

Her clean neck, fair skin, slight bulges out of her gown, moving down, vanishing as her gown started its duty, her gown weighing down with her heavy breasts. That sight was as ravishing as ever, irrespective of how many times I saw it. My eyes were relishing that lovely sight it has got.

Di – “Enough. Now get up. Mom is calling us for dinner.”

I raised my head slowly to look at her face. She was looking at me. A bit of shyness, a bit of a smile, a bit of anger, all in her one single expression. She was in the same posture and that view was still on. I could not help but lower my eyes again to grab that view.

She got up finally and patted my cheek as if she was waking me up from my dream.

Di – “Come on now. Get up from the bed.”

She walked back out of the bedroom, swinging her hips sideways. Her waist was still slimmer than women of her age and it formed a curve underneath her gown. Her ass cheeks complimented them with a curve bulging out. I was gladly admiring her curves, without much fear or guilt.

Her words certainly reduced it. She slowly moved out of my sight. I sighed and gathered myself to get up and walk over to the washroom. I washed my face and moved out to the dining area. She was already in her seat, while mom was arranging the plates.

Dad was in his seat as well that day. It wasn’t a common sight.

Me – “Hey Dad. Glad to see you at home. I thought you were not back yet from London.”

Dad – “Hey dear. I just reached today. I had some meetings. But I could not stay away from my baby. not after knowing that she is going to make me a grandfather. I asked my assistant to manage for today and thought I would have dinner with you guys.”

Mom – “Finally, we all four got to have dinner together. It has been ages. When was the last time we had together?”

Di – “Probably before my marriage, before Mannu has accepted his first job offer.” (looking at me)

Mom – “Yeah right. Everyone got busy these days. The only thing that got us back together is your good news.”

Saying so, she held Di’s chin and kissed her forehead. My dad held her head and brushed her hair gently.

Me – “Ahem ahem… I am your child as well!” (with a wave of fake anger)

They all looked at me and laughed. Dinner was fun with all our memories. Dad and Mom shared our childhood memories. How Di used to play with her dolls, treating them like her kids.

Mom – “Do you know, Mannu, when you were just two years old and she was probably six or seven…”

Dad – “She was seven then.”

Mom – “Oh yes. Then she used to hold you like her baby and pretend as if she was feeding you. As if she was bathing you and dressing you.”

I looked at her and she was laughing. She looked at me as well and our eyes met. My mom continued.

Mom – “She used to hold you and put you to sleep, singing lullabies. It was so loving to watch that. Soon she will be doing that to her child.”

Pride filled mom’s eyes and a tear-filled her eyes out of happiness. Dad held her hands and controlled her. We continued having dinner. I started to imagine how it was when she used to play with me. I don’t remember what Mom told me. But I faintly remember playing with her when I was around five years old.

She used to make me her kid and she used to pretend as she was preparing dishes for me in the kitchen, with her tiny utensil set. She used to hold me and act as if she was feeding me with her hands. It continued till I started playing outdoor games with my friends and she got busy with her higher studies.

It made me realize why she always treated me like a boy. She was probably used to treating me as a kid from her playtimes. But I was inconsiderate at my younger age. She used to ask me to play sometime with her but I used to feel embarrassed to join her in her girly games.

I was thinking of all that looking at her and I realized she was already looking at me. She raised her eyebrows with questioning eyes. I just nodded my head sideways and continued having my dinner. We finished dinner and I moved to the faucet to wash my hands.

As I turned back, she was moving over towards me and I stopped myself before I could hit her. I looked at her and she bent her head. I tried to move to my left and at the same time, she tried to move to her right. As a result, we again blocked each other.

Finally, I moved over to my left completely and gave her way. She walked ahead with a bent head and a cute smile. There was this awkward silence between us. I slowly moved over to the drawing-room. I lied on the couch out of habit. When Di was moving back, she saw me on the couch.

She looked at me and moved her eyeballs towards our bedroom, hinting at me to get in there. I realized my mistake and nodded.

This is the end of this season. I hope you liked this and the next season will be coming soon with more action.

 

[Mink]

Season 2​

Part 7 (Journey Towards Intimacy)​

I slowly moved towards the room and she was already in. I hesitated to enter the room initially but entered after a few minutes.

I slowly went to my bed and she was sitting on her bed, resting her back on the wall, holding her mobile. She looked at me. Our looks were not the same as earlier, after what happened. Our conversation earlier changed everything. The intimacy increased. There was this weird shyness inside both of us.

Me – “Do you need light on?”

Di – “No. You can switch it off.”

I switched off the light and put on the bed lamp and lied down. I was not getting sleep as I slept well in the evening. I was moving around, to my left, lying on my back and then turning to my right. But I was not able to sleep. Then finally I lied on my back and was thinking.

Di – “Unable to sleep?”

I turned towards her and she was looking at me.

Me – “Yeah, I slept in the evening right.’”

Di – “Yeah. You slept like a log. It took a couple of minutes to wake you up. I must have hit you ten times before you opened your eyes finally.”

Me – “Hahaha I was just a bit tired.”

Di – “Tired! I thought you must be relaxed then.” (with a sly smile)

Me – “Come on, Di.”

Saying so, I got up and laid my back on the bed rest. I was embarrassed and she was laughing making faces. She does look so cute when she does that. My eyes adjusted to the dim light by now and I was able to see her sweet face in that faint light. I continued watching her without realizing she was also looking at me.

Di – “What! You started again?”

I lowered my eyes and smiled shyly.

Me – “It’s just that…”

Di – “Just that?”

Me – “It was just fun to look at you while you make faces.”

Di – “Really? (with her eyebrows raised) Fine fine. Let’s say you are right now. But you were staring at me at dinner as well!” (with her usual suspicious eyes)

Me – “No no, I wasn’t staring. I was thinking about something.”

Di – “Is it. What were you thinking so deeply then?”

Me – “That was about what Mom told. I was just recollecting our childhood, how we used to play”

Di – “Not we! It was me who used to play with you. You kept running to your friends”

Me – “Ok ok. I stand corrected”

She smiled and looked at me.

Di – “You were so cute. Just tiny feet and arms, healthy and chubby cheeks. I used to pinch them all the time.”

Me – “Now I know why they have become so flat now.”

She laughed and I joined her.

Di – “Look at you now. You have become so thin and tall.”

Me – “So you’re saying that I am not cute now”

Di – “You are baba. You were just cuter when you were young.”

Me – “But you are cuter now.”

Di – “Is it?”

Me – “Yes.”

Di – “That is because you didn’t get to see me when I was young.”

Me – “No. I saw your pics. You were cute then. But you are cuter now. Sharp nose, lovely eyes, fair bubbly cheeks with dimples, red lips, and those…”

Di – “Enough enough. I believe you.”

Her words made me realize that I was just starting to get carried away. I looked at her and she was blushing. I wanted to utilize this opportunity to take our relationship forward. I continued our conversation.

Me – “I only remember me playing with you. (and she looked at me questioning) Ok I mean, you play with me when I was around five years old. I don’t remember what happened before that. How did you play with me when I was younger than that.”

Di – “I think Mom already told that”

Me – “Of course she did. But I wanted to know it in detail”

She started to think, remembering those events for a while.

Di – “Hmmm, I was like most other girls. I was pretending to be your mother and used to take care of you as if you were my child. I used to pretend to change your nappies. I used to hold you and sing rhymes from school to put you to sleep. I used to hold you and pretend to feed you cereal.”

Involuntarily, my mind started imagining that scene. It felt so cute. Slowly my imagination flowed down to our current ages. It was not cuter anymore. It was a strange sensual feeling.

Di – “Uhhh. Come out now. Out of your imagination.”

I quickly snapped back to reality and looked at her. She was already looking at me with fake disgust on her face.

Di – “Tell me one thing. Do you always think about this?”

Me – “Not always. Not until some time.”

Di – “Until some time. So what started these thoughts in you?”

Me – “ It’s hard to put it out”

Di – “It’s hard to put it out. Really! But good to watch?”

I looked at her questioningly.

Di – “I know what you used to do back then, before my marriage. Even I knew what you were doing when I woke you up before dinner today.”

It was my turn to blush. I looked down at the floor.

Di – “Now tell me. What triggered those thoughts in your mind? I have a faint idea about it while it was going on. But I could not get the point where it started even after thinking about it so much.”

Me – “It was that evening.”

Di – “Which evening?”

Me – “That evening during my first exam in the final year. You brought me a cup of tea.”

She thought for a moment.

Di – “Oh, was it when I hit you?”

Me – “Yes. You were bent and your top lowered down and…”

Di – “Shameless.” (stopping me in between)

Me – “You were the one who asked me to tell you.”

Di – “It wasn’t because you told this now. It was because you saw it then.”

Me – “You know right… It is hard to get diverted”

Di – “Right right. I know.”

She kept silent for a moment and then suddenly got up in excitement.

Di – “Hey now it struck me. So that must be you which made the noise at the window the other day.”

I just nodded silently with my head pointing down.

Di – “You didn’t get scared. What if someone had seen you. What if I had found you?”

Me – “I wasn’t able to think of all that, then. I just wanted to have a look somehow and nothing else came to my mind then.”

Di – “What is there to be so desperate?”

Me – “It is just curiosity.”

Di – “Curious it seems… Somebody could have caught you and then it would have been big news.” (with a sarcastic laugh)

Me – “But they didn’t, right?”

Di – “Yeah they didn’t. So were you successful then?”

Me – “No. The window distorted the view. So I tried to open it and that was when you were alerted.”

Di – “Thank god. Did you try it anytime later?”

Me – “Nope. Thereafter, fear dominated that feeling and I stopped”

Di – “Great. At least you used your brain then.”

Me – “I use it all the time but feelings dominate sometimes”

Di – “You and your feelings. You were even making advances in the theatre, out in the public.”

Me – “You knew it then?”

Di – “Women know everything. And the way you were doing it, even a dumb woman would come to know. I was so scared and upset.”

Me – “What about now?” (slowly raising my head and turning towards her)

Di – “Just shut up.” (she blushed and threw a pillow at me)

Me – “You remember the day we had this fight the other day?”

Di – “Which fight?”

Me – “With pillows? On the couch?”

Di – “Yes… That was so embarrassing then.”

I just looked at her with a mischievous smile with my eyebrows raised.

Di – “And even now… Happy? Stupid.” (looking at me with fake anger)

Me – “Only embarrassed. Not angry?”

Di – “It happened all of a sudden and you wouldn’t know. It was just an accident.”

Me – “Right… What if it happens again… not as an accident”

Di – “You have become so shameless. Just sleep now.”

Me – “I am not getting sleep, Di.”

Di – “So what? Shall I hold you and sing a lullaby for you!” (with a cute angry face)

Me – “Not a bad idea.”

Di – “Shut up.”

Me – “You used to do that when I was young. Why not now?”

Di – “Now! You have grown up and have become naughty.”

Me – “What if I say I won’t be naughty. I would be silent just as I was as a child”

She started thinking.

Di – “You are not serious. Are you?”

Me – “I am.”

Di – “I don’t know. It feels so weird”

Me – “Ok, I will try to sleep myself.” (with a sad face)

Di – “Fine fine. Don’t cry now. But promise me you won’t do anything inappropriate.”

Me – “Promise.”

She adjusted herself and laid her legs straight, across her bed, resting her back on the wall, near the headrest. She patted the bed beside her. I moved towards her and sat on the bed beside her. She held my shoulders and made me lie, with my head on her thighs gently and my body occupied the rest of the bed down.

The moment my head touched her thighs, my mind started relaxing. Her soft fleshy thighs were better than the pillows. My eyes got closed by itself and she slowly started singing. I wasn’t feeling sleepy yet, but her voice started soothing me.

Her soft voice reached my ears as she brushed my head gently, curling her fingers in my hair occasionally. She patted her other hand on my chest gently, trying to put me to sleep. It was a while and I just opened my eyes again to watch her lovely face as she sang the song.

But something else came in front of my eyes. Her breasts were moving up and down slowly, rhythmically as she was raising or lowering the notes. My eyes moved towards it effortlessly and I slightly turned towards her. My eyeballs were moving in sync with her breasts.

I felt their size increased to some extent after I last met her. Probably it was the result of their lovemaking. I felt jealous of jiju thinking of how he felt those breasts for himself. How he must have squeezed them, pressed them, touched them. He must have sucked them as well just like a baby would suck milk from them.

Di – “Mannu.”

I just got alerted and looked at her with worry. Though I knew that she knew my feelings, I knew my direct stares would cause her discomfort.

Me – “Sorry Di…” (I said without waiting for her)

Di – “What is so interesting there that you guys keep looking at it all the time?”

Me – “I don’t know. It just looks so lovely and amazing.”

Di – “What is so amazing in that?”

Me – “The shape… You know… The curves… its softness”

Di – “Softness? Did you feel it already? I thought you stayed away from your girlfriends.” (with a strange surprised look)

Me – “No Di… Come on… I just heard it here and there.”

Di – “So you never touched them?”

Me – “No Di.”

Di – “What about the pillow fight and the other night after the movie.”

Me – “Yeah that was there. But those were just accidental.”

Di – “But you felt them right?”

Me – “Yes I agree. But it wasn’t enough to know for sure”

Di – “You are just sick…”

Saying so, she moved ahead to hit me and I hid towards her belly. She saw that and tried to stop herself. But it was too late and her voluptuous breasts just landed over my face.

This is the end of this part and the story will be continued in the next one.

 

[Mink]

Part 8 (Making A Decision)​

We both remained motionless for a few seconds. I was in shock and she was probably in shock too. Her soft mounds were resting on my cheeks and they were so soft. It seemed to me like a gentle massage with those lovely bosoms. I held on to her and didn’t want to get away from that feeling.

On the other hand, my face got pressed to her belly and my nose and lips touched her belly. I was feeling her silky cloth and smooth skin beyond that. Her belly had a significant bulge after a few months of her pregnancy. If I move an inch towards her belly, my lips would kiss it.

But I didn’t want to upset her at any cost, so I stopped myself. She slowly drew herself back and I moved my face back as well. We both were silent and I was unable to look at her eyes directly. I waited for a few seconds and then looked at her. Her head was bent and she was blushing.

Her breasts continued to move up and down as she breathed harder after this embarrassing encounter. My heart was beating faster as well. That slight soft and silky feel of her skin a while ago had excited me.

I was looking for a conversation and I was blessed with something more than that. A touch, a touch of her beauty that I can cherish my whole life. She looked at me finally.

Di – “This must be enough to know for sure.”

Me – “Know what?”

Di – “The softness!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her statement and she joined me laughing as well. This broke the awkward silence between us.

Me – “Every time you try to hit me, something like this happens.”

Di – “It seems the other way around to me. You do some other mischiefs to land us in such a situation.”

Me – “Oh! Then it’s only me who is the reason for all this!”

Di – “Yes, who else is mischievous and naughty here!”

Me – “Oh yeah! Let me prove your statement then!”

I immediately got up from her lap, picked up a pillow, and threw at her. She looked at me with her usual cute angry face and threw it back at me. I held both her arms in my left hand and tried to throw the pillow at her again.

She was trying to free herself from my grip. She moved back slowly but could not move anymore as she reached the corner between the wall and bed rest.

Me – “What can you do now?” (with my eyebrows raised at her.)

Her response was to push me with her legs. I moved over her to escape her legs. In that process, I had to move close to her. My face was close to hers and our eyes were reflecting each other. I realized it and stopped moving but she was still pushing her legs on me.

With one more push, I lost my balance and fell on her completely. My face landed on her right shoulder, brushing her neck and my right arm held her left shoulder. My grip over her arms loosened. I could see her heart beating through her chest. Her gown was swelling out because of her hard breathing.

Few drops of sweat formed on her chest. A couple of drops dripped down her deep valley of pleasure. My eyes fell on her valley. Her valley expanded as she breathed out and shrank as she breathed in. I was panting as well and this sight made it hard to control my breath.

She lifted her shoulder along with my face and my face was back in line with hers. She was silent but was looking at me with a strange expression. Her lips were quivering and my eyes turned towards it. I looked at her lips and turned up to her eyes. She was motionless.

The only organ moving was her heaving chest. My other hand was still on her shoulder. I slowly brushed my fingers over her bare area of the shoulder. She closed her eyes and moved her head back slightly. I slowly moved my fingers to her neck and caressed it.

I slowly rubbed her neck with both my palms and looked at her. Her eyes were open by that time but were saying something. I could only feel that they were inviting me, probably because of my inner desperation. I moved closer to her and our faces were in front of each other.

I slowly moved my fingers up her chin, then up to her lips, and stroked them gently. She drew her face back but her expression showed she needed it. I moved my lips closer and she could not move backward anymore. She closed her eyes but did not move her face away. I was in two minds.

The red smooth texture of her lips drew me towards her. It cleared the dilemma in my mind without my intervention. I could not hold anymore and placed my lips over her lips. She held my face and was pushing me, though without much force.

It was hard for me to stop at that stage. So I pressed my lips further and started sucking her lower lip. Her fingers which were pushing me earlier slowly moved towards my hair and were holding it tight. Her left hand was caressing my earlobe. I continued to taste her lip and took it in.

A few seconds later I released her lower lip and moved over to her upper. She kind of anticipated and offered me her upper lip silently. I pulled her lip in and squeezed it slightly with both my lips. Her lower lip was wetting my skin down my lower lip. My palms were caressing her cheeks.

My palms moved downwards slowly and held her neck once again. They rubbed her neck gently from both sides and she was moving her head back. I adjusted my face as per her movement but continued the kiss. My fingers moved down and slowly entered inside her gown on her shoulder.

My fingers felt her bare shoulders. They were so smooth that my fingers moved further involuntarily, dragging down her gown along. I was into the kiss so much and I was getting carried away. I didn’t realize my fingers dragging her gown but she did.

Her fingers left curling my hair all of a sudden and held my arms. She stopped kissing and moved her face back, pushing me a bit, this time with force. I took my arms from over her shoulders and moved back.

I looked at her and she was constantly turning her eyes from mine towards the floor. I was uncertain of what she was going through.

Me – “Are you ok?”

Di – “Yes I am. It’s just.”

Me – “I just don’t know what happens to me all of a sudden. It feels like a force driving me in. My senses stop working when that happens.”

Di – “You don’t need to explain. I was in the same situation.”

I took a pause thinking about what happened. Then I turned back at her.

Me – “It is not so easy right? Stopping ourselves now?”

Di – “Yes. It is only getting intense.”

Me – “Shall I find a job somewhere else and move out? Leave this country probably.”

Di – “No, don’t ever say that.”

Me – “You know, Di, in this home, if we stay together, it is bound to happen sooner or later. I don’t want that to happen. I respect your relationship with Jiju and I don’t want to spoil that.”

Di – “I know. Even I don’t want to cheat him or our parents. But at the same time, I can’t stay without you”

Me – “What else can we do?”

Di – “I don’t know. We will work out something. Just go and sleep now.”

I moved to my bed and lied down. The room was silent except for the noise of the fan. My mind was full of thoughts. I was excited, worried, and confused. I had every feeling inside me fighting with each other. I was not sure what the future has in its wraps.

This continued the whole night and I could not sleep. Soon sunlight started coming in and I got up from the bed and looked at her. Her eyes were open and were looking towards me. Her eyes were red and she looked tired.

Me – “You didn’t sleep?”

Di – “No, I could not sleep actually.”

Me – “Me too.”

Di – “I know. I was looking at you the whole night”

Me – “Really?”

Di – “Yes. You usually sleep like the dead. But you were moving all the time last night.”

Me – “I guess you must have been doing the same.”

Di – “Yeah, I couldn’t help but just think about what happened”

Me – “Did you get a solution?”

Di – “Not really.”

Me – “What are we going to do?”

Di – “I was just wondering if we can reveal our feelings to everyone?”

Me – “What are you talking about? That can’t happen.”

Di – “I know why you said that. But what if they listen. What if they understand our situation just like you made me understand.”

Me – “Our situation is different. Not everyone can understand this. This is incest we are talking about. How would Jiju agree to something like that!”

Di – “I know that. The fact that we love each other won’t change anything. I would continue to love him the way I did earlier”

Me – “You might love him without any difference. But imagine if you are in his situation, if he says that he loves someone else, just like he loves you or probably more than that. Would you be able to accept it?”

She silently nodded sideways.

Di – “He won’t initially. But we can explain and probably he will understand.”

Me – “I don’t think so.”

Di – “What other choice do we have?”

Me – “You are right. But if we make this choice, it will spoil our relations forever.”

Di – “It will spoil if we don’t take it either. This is something we can’t hide forever. They will come to know this sooner or later.”

Me – “But if I move away or…”

Di – “We have already talked about it. I am not sure about you but I can’t stay away from you”

Me – “But what if Jiju leaves you after he comes to know about this”

Di – “As I said, he will come to know anyways and probably will leave me. If we say it out first, at least we will have half a chance of ending up positively.”

Me – “I am still not sure about this.”

Di – “It hurts me. We both know it is hard to stop these feelings now. I feel guilty to hide this now. It feels unfair to cheat your Jiju or mom and dad this way. I can’t look in their eyes with this feeling inside me hidden. I just want to put it out irrespective of whether it turns out positive or not. I can’t live with this guilt forever.”

Me – “I understand. But give me some time and I will think about it.”

I moved out of the bed and got fresh. I went out, towards the park for some time. It was still early morning and people were jogging. I sat on a bench there and tried to think. I tried to think of the outcome if we revealed this to everyone. I was just scared at the thought of everyone looking at us like convicts.

I cannot face them if that happens. People couldn’t understand unless they are in that situation themselves. The more I thought, the more I was convinced not to speak out. Then I came home. When I entered, I was surprised to see Jiju. Di was already sitting beside him.

She looked at me with the same uncomfortable expression I had. Mom and dad were already busy arranging everything for him. Everyone in the house was happy except that I and Di were confused and worried. But we tried to be in the flow and joined everyone.

We had breakfast and then were having a conversation with Jiju. It was Sunday and so Jiju proposed to go for lunch and shopping at the mall. Dad had some work and so he couldn’t come. Mom stayed back as Dad wasn’t coming and she asked us three to go. So we decided to go ahead.

Di got ready. She was dressed in a lavender belted wrap dress. She had brushed her hair loose and left it over her shoulders. Her chest and belly were bulging out a bit but she looked bubbly as a result. My eyes were drawn as usual but I controlled myself.

Soon we got ready and started. He had driven us to the mall and we went inside a North Indian restaurant. We ordered the food. I was looking at the menu attempting to avoid looking at Di. Food arrived and we started eating. Jiju started looking at her and he lovingly fed her.

It was loving to watch them. But at the same time, it was hurting me. I was feeling jealous for the first time because of that. My face showed its uneasiness. Di was uncomfortable as well. She was looking at me while Jiju was feeding. She probably sensed my discomfort. But she had to take it in.

I bent my head and continued eating. Soon we finished and I went to the restroom. I washed my hands. I was walking over to our table and I could see Jiju kissing her cheeks and moving away. I knew Jiju must be missing her and he was trying to show his love.

But still, it made me feel bad. I waited for a minute and then went once they settled back. We paid the bill and went to the nearby outlets. Jiju was holding her all the time while walking. He was trying to be close to her but she was hesitant because of my presence.

I told them that I will be picking up something for myself in the men’s section and tried to walk away. Di looked at me confused. Her eyes were asking me to stay back. I just gestured with my eyes that it is alright and moved away from them. I started wandering here and there.

After a while, Di called me asking me to join them back. I walked towards them and we moved out of the outlets. Jiju asked if we would like to have ice cream. I usually like ice cream but I wasn’t in a mood to taste it then. So I denied it. But Di didn’t want to disappoint him. So she agreed.

He ordered her favorite vanilla flavor with a topping of nuts. She was delighted that he remembered her choices. Again Jiju started being romantic. He tried to feed her the ice cream and she was not ready to have it in front of me. She moved her face sideways but Jiju was forcing her lovingly.

As a result, ice cream spilled and spread over her cheeks. He held the tissue and wiped her cheeks delicately. Then he slowly moved to her lips and wiped it slowly. Her lips were clean but he continued to wipe the second time, deliberately slowing down further this time.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pretended that I had to attend some important call and excused myself from there. I was still talking around the railing and they joined me. Di patted my shoulder and gestured to me to move. I continued to pretend to talk and we moved to the lift lobby and then the parking lot.

We drove home and our neighbor informed us that Mom went out to meet her friend in the neighboring street. We took the keys from them and entered. Jiju settled down on the couch and Di settled down beside him. I went inside my room and locked in.

I lied on the bed and tried to console myself. I was not completely jealous. Every moment Jiju was moving closer to her reminded me that I can’t do the same. Even if I want to, people won’t understand my love. Only husbands are the ones who can love a woman that way.

I was her brother and no brother can be romantic with her sister. I realized it was more of that pain than jealousy. I was thinking deeply and then Di knocked on the door. I realized they would suspect something and so I quickly changed myself and opened the door.

She moved to the couch and gestured to me to come there. I sat on the couch but remained silent. I was surprised that Jiju wasn’t seen there.

Me – “Where is Jiju?”

Di – “He just left. He thought you might be in the washroom. So he left asking me to convey his regards to you”

I just smiled and bent my head back. I just couldn’t speak. My heart was heavy and my eyes were wet.

Di – “I know what you are going through. But I had to…”

Me – “I know, Di. You are his wife and you love him. Don’t worry about me.”

Di – “I love you as well. But unfortunately, we cannot express our love that way in public.”

Me – “Yeah I know. We are siblings and related by blood. So we cannot be that close.”

A tear formed and started filling my eyes. She looked at me and held my face.

Di – “Hey look at me! We cannot show our love out there. But we can here, right?”

I looked at her and blinked my eyes. The drop of tear started sliding down my cheeks. She looked at it and immediately moved towards me and held my head on to her chest.

Di – “You are my love. I love your Jiju just after marriage. But I love you from your birth.”

Saying so she moved my face back and held it in both her palms. She immediately kissed me on my forehead, a couple of kisses on my cheeks, and hugged me back. I held her back tightly and started sobbing. She held me closer and I buried my face into her chest.

My face was in between her breasts. She was least bothered about it. The emotion we had flowing between us was above all those feelings. She slowly moved my face back and was wiping my tears. I raised my head and looked at her face. A couple of tears had already started flowing down her cheeks.

Di – “I know how much you love me. I don’t need all these ways of expression to know it. I know it from the bottom of my heart.”

I wiped myself and she continued.

Di – “You know, I love your Jiju as well. But what I did there was just not to disappoint him. I love him but there was this guilt inside me which made me disconnected. I was worried about you when he was showing his love. I realized now that even though I love him, I cannot love him as much as I love you. ”

She kissed me again. She started kissing me all over my face.

Di – “I love you, Mannu. I love you so much. I just can’t express it.”

And she continued kissing me again. She kissed my eyes. She kissed my nose. She kissed my cheeks, my chin. She kissed my lips even. There was no hesitation this time. She kissed me everywhere on my face.

Di – “I don’t care about the world. I just need you. I want to be with you. I will reveal this to everyone and I don’t care if anyone agrees to it or not. I just want to be with you forever.”

And there was a slight noise at the door and we both looked at it. It was Jiju standing at the door. Di was shocked and so was I. But she did not leave me. My face was still in her arms. Jiju was shocked to see us. He definitely must have heard what she spoke.

His eyes turned red, out of anger and pain. He was fuming. He just picked his leather bag from the table and moved out furiously. Di ran behind him and tried to stop him. Even I ran behind them and tried to stop Jiju. He did not stop. Di held his hand to drag him and he pulled his hand forcefully.

I continued stopping Jiju by holding him and then we heard a scream. We both looked back and she was on the ground, with her belly facing the floor.

This is the end of this episode and the story will be continued in the next one.

 

[Mink]

Part 9 (Fighting All Odds)​

I hurried back to her and lifted her in my arms. Jijju was shocked initially. But he recovered from his shock quickly and held her from the other side. We both carried her inside Jiju’s car. He immediately started towards the hospital.

I placed her head in my lap and she was screaming out of pain. Blood oozed out down her belly and her inner thighs. I was worried and was brushing her head. I was calming her down saying that we almost reached the hospital and soon we did.

Jiju got down and shouted out for help. The attendees hurried with a stretcher and moved her onto it. They took her in and later inside a theatre. They stopped us at the entry and asked us to wait there. I informed mom on the call.

After I ended the call, I could see a couple of nurses having first-aid done. The attendees were arranging all the equipment. An elderly lady doctor moved hurriedly into the room and they closed the curtains. It has been half an hour and even mom and dad arrived at that time.

Then, after a few more minutes, the doctor moved out of the theatre. She calmed us down and told us that Di was out of danger. Everyone sighed out of relief. I lay down on the bench with my hands over my head. I was relieved to hear that she was safe.

After a moment, Jiju suddenly got up and asked the doctor about the baby. She held his hands to calm him down and told him that they could only save the Mom. the baby could not survive. Jiju turned furious again. He looked down and then turned towards me.

He held my collar and started shouting, “You were the one. You did this to her. We lost our child. Just because of you.”

I was helpless. I was in pain myself. I was not in a position to say anything and he was not in a position to listen to anything. The doctor and attendees consoled him and made him sit on the bench. They offered him water and left after making sure he was alright.

My parents were confused about his reaction and asked Jiju about what happened. Jiju started explaining everything. He ended with a disgusted look at me. My parents were shocked to listen to all that. Dad moved towards me and slapped me.

He hit me again and again until Mom stopped him but she was equally disgusted. The nurse who was with Di scolded us and reminded us that it is a hospital and we should behave ourselves. Everyone calmed down and sat down on the bench.

Mom and dad on one and Jiju on the other. They were ashamed to look at me. I stood around the corner and continued to wait there. A few hours later, the nurse came out of the room and told me that she is conscious now. We can meet her one by one. Mom and dad asked Jiju to go first.

He entered and came after a few minutes. Then Mom and dad went in one after the other and came out after spending some time with her. I started moving towards the door and all of them turned towards me furiously. But I continued walking. I was almost near the door and dad held me.

Dad – “You don’t have the right to visit her after what you did.”

I was helpless. I knew I was at the wrong end and so moved back silently. After a while, the nurse came out and asked who was Manas. I raised my head. She said that the patient called out his name and wanted to meet him immediately. They all looked at me in disgust but were unable to stop me this time.

The nurse shouted again for the response and I started walking. I entered the room. There was the silent rhythm of equipment there. My eyes automatically looked at the bed and there she was. I always viewed her in different outfits, all of them portraying her as either an angel or a beauty.

And here she was lying pale on the bed in a light blue outfit. I could not hold myself anymore and tears started flowing down again. I moved to her and she raised her palm towards me. I grabbed her hand and kissed it and laid my eyes on it.

Di – “I am alright dear. I am fine. The doctor said I will be back to normal after a few days of rest.”

Me – “I just can’t take this Di, I can’t see you like this.”

Di – “It is just a matter of a few days. It’s alright. Look at me.” (raised my head)

Me – “I was the one who started all this. If not, you wouldn’t have to go through all this.”

Di – “What happened is not in anyone’s control. You can’t blame anyone for that. Somethings are just not in our destiny.” (holding her belly)

A tear dropped down her cheek as well. I wiped her tears and kissed her palm again. She smiled at me and brushed my hair. I lay on the space on her bed just beside her, keeping my palm on her belly. Di had her palm over my head patting gently.

After a while, the nurse arrived and requested me to leave as Di needed rest. I got up and moved out of the room. Mom and dad didn’t even raise their heads to look at me. On the other hand, Jiju was looking at me furiously.

She was in the hospital for a few more days. Then she was getting back to normal slowly. The doctor told us that we can take Di home now but warned not to put any kind of stress on her. Everyone agreed and we took her home. Mom used to be with her.

Dad took off from his business to take care of the necessities. They were angry at her as well. But they were worried about her and that overcame their anger. I used to sleep on the couch. I tried to check on her whenever possible. But Mom was always beside her to keep an eye on her.

Dad didn’t let me do anything more than just have a peek at her away from the door. She used to be asleep most of the time due to the effect of her drugs. She used to be gloomy. She used to call me out loud. But either mom or dad used to stop me from reaching her. I could see tears in her eyes a couple of times.

A few days later, she was looking better, both physically and mentally. Dad went out for his business after making sure she was alright. I started moving back to the office as well as I can’t be off work forever. I reluctantly went to the office but could not concentrate on any work there.

But I managed to be at least half as productive as earlier. Few days passed that way and later that weekend, I was at home. I went inside our bedroom to check up on her. She was up this time and Mom was right beside her.

Di – “Hey Mannu.”

Mom looked at me and she immediately got up and tried to block me.

Mom – “Enough of your concern. Now just leave.”

Di – “Mom, what is wrong with you?”

Mom – “What is wrong with me? Do you guys even realize what you have done? You both have just humiliated us in front of everyone.”

Di – “Let me explain.”

Mom – “No need for it. There is no explanation for this. This is a sin you were trying to do. And you, above all, I didn’t expect you to do something foolish like that. I thought you would be more mature than this.”

Di – “Mom, If you just let me speak.”

Mom – “What on earth would you cover this up with?”

Di – “Mom. It is sin as per everyone’s eyes. But if you could just look at it from our view.”

Mom looked at her curiously and Di continued.

Di – “We knew that it was not usual. We knew everyone would object to it. We did try to get away from it. But we love each other so much that we just couldn’t. We just couldn’t stay away from each other.”

Mom – “So, just because you love each other, you are ready to sleep with him, your brother? Have you gone mad?”

Di – “Mom. Think of this. You have something similar to this with Mannu. Some weird feeling about him. And the more you be with him, the more it increases. Will you just walk away from him to cut that down?”

Mom – “I won’t get such filthy thought in the first place.”

Di – “Just imagine if it does. Will you leave him to get out of that?”

She thought for a moment and just moved her head sideways.

Di – “So I hope you understand our pain now. Now just let me talk to him. Please.”

She just looked at Di and then turned back to me. She was angry but she was thinking now.

Mom – “Ok. Go on. Only a quick chat”

She gave way to me with an unhappy face. I was relieved and just ran towards her and held her. She just jumped on me and hugged me tightly. She moved back and kissed on my face everywhere. She almost kissed my lips. But she stopped herself as Mom was right beside us.

Mom – “Enough now. Just get back.” (pulling me back)

Then I just sat down beside her on the bed and we started talking.

Me – “How are you feeling?”

Di – “Yeah better. A lot better than earlier.”

Me – “Did you take your noon pills?”

Di – “What! You keep track of it! Nice. (and she looked at mom) See how much he cares about me.”

Mom – “Right. Still, this just doesn’t justify what you have done.”

Di – “Alright!” (with an unhappy face)

We continued talking and gradually Mom got used to it. She joined us in our conversation as well. But she was still careful and making sure that we were not crossing the border. Dad came home that evening. He became furious as soon as he saw me talking to Di.

He screamed at us and mom stopped him. Di tried to convince him but he did not even listen to her words. He was adamant about pulling me out of the room. I had no choice but to move out of the room.

A couple of months passed in this way. Mom allowed us to just have a quick chat in her presence but stopped me whenever dad was around us. Later one day, I came home from work. No one was there at home.

I was surprised. I called Mom and she told me that she had taken Di to the hospital for a check-up and will be back soon. I got fresh meanwhile and soon they came back.

Me – “What happened? Is she alright?”

Mom – “She is alright. Nothing to worry.”

Me – “Then why did you take her to the hospital?”

Mom – “It was just a follow-up that the doc had to do after what happened.”

I nodded my head. Later that evening, I was picking my laptop and other accessories from my shelf, and Di called me. Mom was inside the kitchen then and dad was at the office.

Di – “Did you believe what Mom told earlier?”

Me – “You mean about your visit to the hospital?”

Di – “Yes.”

Me – “It seemed to be true. Is it not?”

Di – “Look at this.” (pointing at a dark spot over her gown at her chest, around her nipple)

Me – “What is that?”

Di – “You don’t know?”

I just looked at her and she was looking at me with her eyebrows raised.

Me – “Oh! I get it now. Is it milk?”

Di – “Not exactly but yes, it is a form of milk. It is called ‘colostrum’.”

Me – “I don’t understand.”

Di – “Milk production starts when we are a few months due. At first, it’s not exactly milk but in its initial stages. It develops as milk around the time of delivery.”

I nodded my head.

Me – “But I thought it was supposed to stop after… I mean… the miscarriage.”

Di – “It was. That is the reason we went to meet the doc. She said that in some cases, the body doesn’t recognize the miscarriage and continues to produce.” (with a sad face0

Me – “Oh!”

Di – “If only I could have had my baby, I could have fed him and this milk wouldn’t have gone wasted.”

Me – “Don’t worry. You can still have a baby and you can feed him.”

Di – “But I have lost one. I am a failure. I failed in keeping this one alive. This pain will stay with me.”

Me – “No, you are not a failure.”

She looked at me and I continued.

Me – “You may have lost this one. But you got me!! Remember how you played with me when we were young. You treated me as I was your child.”

Di – “That wasn’t a big deal. I was just like any other young girl.”

Me – “It is a big deal. You helped Mom in taking care of me. You helped me out at school and during my exams. You weren’t less than any other mom out there. You were my mom then. Well, mom after mom.”

She smiled at me. Her eyes showed love and appreciation of my words. She spread her arms at me.

Di – “Come here.”

I was cautious because of Mom’s presence out in the kitchen but I just couldn’t deny that. I moved forward and she held me for a minute. Then she slowly drew back.

Di – “Some things you just told were a bit of an exaggeration. But I appreciate your concern.”

I smiled affectionately.

Di – “But you were right about one thing. I may have lost this child. But you will always be my first child.”

She smiled with a drop of a tear rolling down her cheeks. She held my hands for a minute and looked at me. She sat silently with her head down. She kept thinking for a moment and looked at me back.

Di – “Can I ask you something?”

Me – “Tell me, Di. What is it?”

Di – “This milk, what is leaking now, is precious. It is a mom’s love for her child. I can’t see that getting wasted this way. The more I look at it, the more it reminds me of the loss.”

Me – “Yes Di. But what else we can do?”

Di – “We can indeed. With your help.”

I was confused. I looked at her and she continued.

Di – “You just said that you were my first child. Hope that is not just to make me feel good.”

Me – “Of course not. I mean it”

Di – “So, can you be my real child now and help me in sucking this out?”

I was shocked at her request. I looked at her again but she had the same serious expression. Deep down I was excited to help her in this but I knew the consequences.

Me – “I can help. But mom and dad. They are already angry with us. What if they come to know about this.”

Di – “I just want you to be ok with it. We will manage the rest of it without letting them know.”

Me – “But how?”

Di – “You just sleep on the couch this night as you always do. I will sneak out at night after they are asleep.”

I just nodded. But I was feeling nervous all of a sudden. A strange tension started building up inside me. She was calm as usual. I just moved to my shelf again and picked up my laptop and accessories.

I was about to move out of the room and Mom was entering inside the room. She looked at me suspiciously. I just bent my head and moved out to the drawing-room.

This is the end of this part and the story will be continued in the next one.