I am Mohan. The events of this story had happened long back. I was eighteen then and just got into the college. I was tall at 5'10", medium built. Gita, 23, was my sister doing her final year of post graduate degree at the University.

My father was transferred to another city and the rest of our family moved with him, while we stayed back to complete our degrees before joining them. We lived in a small rented home. An old lady came in everyday to look after our food and other home needs.

Gita and I were quite close to each other from my childhood. As my elder sister, she had always treated me well as a kid brother and loved me a lot. Even now, she continued to call me kid, and, I was absolutely devoted to her.

She was short, slightly plump and was of medium fair complexion. She was just five feet tall and had big breasts that were perfect globes. She had big buttocks and a nice ass. Her mouth was generous, teeth even, lips full and cheeks chubby. In short, her whole body was a little fleshy, plump delight. She was a kind and cheerful person.

I was a horny guy then and I started seeing her, not just as my sister but an young and healthy woman. Whenever an opportunity arose, mostly when she dressed, I stole a peek at her tits and legs.

Gita had a very good friend who was also her classmate. Her name was Padma. She was of the same age, but in looks, so different from Gita. She was very fair, tall at 5'6" and had an hour glass figure – a good bust, slim waist, flaring hips and a wide ass.

She had two unusual features that set her apart from the rest – blue eyes and a blond hair; both unusual in our community. She also had a few pimples on her face that added to her attraction. She was part of a large family that lived close to our place. Most boys in our colony eyed her with lust and I was no exception.

Padma and Gita were intelligent and hard working. They liked to study together. It suited everyone, because Padma's home was always crowded, and our place was quiet and peaceful.

Every evening she would come home by seven and they would study together. Sometimes she would go back, and other times, she would stay back and sleep at our place when they studied till late.

Our small home consisted of just three rooms. There was a small front room with a couple of chairs and a small table, a larger middle room , where we lived , studied and slept. The third room comprised of a small kitchen cum dining room.

As our establishment was temporary, and we did not have large space, we had no cots. We slept in the living room, each on a thin mattress spread on the floor and covered with a thin bed sheet. There was a ceiling fan in the room, and we rarely used blankets, as our town was mostly hot.

Gita and Padma had the possession of the room towards the kitchen side and I had the space towards the front room side.

I have explained the layout in some detail because of its relevance to the story.

As Gita addressed me 'kid', Padma also started calling me 'kid'. I did not mind what she called me because I was in her 'awe' ( more honestly, with her heavenly body). Many a times, I closed my eyes and fantasized about her as I masturbated. My sole aim was to get a peek of her body, her assets and touch them if I could.

Now to the story proper.

Visual treat:

One night they were studying and discussing something important. They were both lying on their mattresses which were side by side. They were lying flat on their tummies and had their text books open in front of them. Their arms were resting on pillows, heads raised and they were facing the kitchen wall.

I was at the other end of the room sitting on the floor with my back resting on the front room side wall. In that position, I was facing them and they were facing the wall opposite to me.

I noticed that Padma's sari was in a little disarray and her bare legs, from feet to knees, were exposed. They were slim, long ,smooth and sexy. I had a book open in front of me and was peeping from the side, so that I could go back behind the book any time, if they turned around.

Even as their discussion continued, Padma started swinging her legs in an arc, first one and then another. She would slowly lift her leg which was lying horizontally on the bed, swing in an arc till it went vertical and nearly made ninety degrees to her body, then swing it back to the horizontal. She would then repeat the motion with her other leg.

As she kept doing this, her sari moved up a little further and her lower thighs were now exposed. I was mesmerized and could not move my eyes away from those thunder thighs. They were golden, smooth, supple and very sexy. I kept staring, first at one thigh and then the other.

I closed my eyes and imagined running my fingers along those thighs and gripping them in my hands. I fantasized about massaging those thighs, squeezing them, licking them with my tongue and biting them lightly. All these wild thoughts made my cock very stiff in my shorts. I dared not to do anything but wait.

After a few minutes of this, Padma moved her legs a little apart, and continued doing the same exercise of swinging her legs in an arc. Now, even the mid section of her bare thighs were exposed. It was time for me to take a small risk.

I just slid my back down slowly along the wall until my head almost dropped to the floor level. I put my head on the pillow, put the book in front of me and slowly adjusted my position. I was now looking directly into the forbidden area between Padma's gorgeous thighs.

Even as I looked, my pulse quickened. Oh, my god! She had no panties on and all I saw, at first, was a blond bush of her pubic hair.

And hidden in that hairy thatch, I could see her vaginal lips.

As she continued moving her legs in an arc, I could see her cunt lips becoming prominent, first one and then the other. That first look at her golden cunt and bush was too much for me.

I got up noiselessly without attracting attention and went to the toilet, where I stroked my cock furiously. As I fantasized about putting my cock into her golden cunt, I ejaculated in great spurts.

I kept seeing the visuals of her cunt that night, like an action replay and I had big hard on the whole night. Fortunately, Padma had returned home that night and was not there physically to torment me more.

Movie fare:

A few days later Gita told me one morning that we would be going to a movie that evening. I was her escort whenever she went to see a movie. So I presumed it was just the two of us, and I was pleasantly surprised when Padma joined us.

As the theater was some three miles away, we took a Cycle Rickshaw, a common means of transport then. A rickshaw is a tricycle with a wide, covered and cushioned back seat for the passengers, and a small, higher front seat for the puller.

It was comfortable for two, but a little too crowded for three. My sisters sat on the seat and they made a little room for me between them.

"Come on kid and adjust here," said Gita.

So, I sat between them, only half of my bottom resting on the seat. I had Padma's left thigh on one side and Gita's right thigh on the other side. I put my left hand out in front of me to brace myself from falling, when Padma said, "Hold on to me, kid."

Was I delighted with the offer! I promptly put my right hand across her lap and gripped her right thigh. In the process, my right elbow rested in her lap.

As the rickshaw traveled on the rough roads, my elbow moved a little deeper into her lap, till it pressed lightly against where her mound was. Even as I elbowed her mound, I gently squeezed her thigh. Having so dared, I got really scared.

Padma gave me a little surprised look, and then went back talking to Gita, as if nothing had happened. Even as I let my breath out slowly, I felt her mound pressing lightly against my elbow.

I was sure I did not move my elbow on my own, so I wondered whether it was the rickshaw movement or whether Padma deliberately did that. I had no time to ponder over that for long, as we reached the theater.

Once we bought the tickets and went into the theater, Gita took an aisle seat, Padma sat next to her and I sat next to Padma. I was both excited and scared. Excited at the prospect of some touching, scared of overdoing that and an adverse reaction from her. The theater was half empty and the movie was a romantic Hindi movie.

After a while, I felt my shoulder lightly touching Padma's shoulder as she shifted a little in her seat. When I put my right hand on the arm rest between us it touched her left hand which was already resting there.

I moved my hand a little away such that only my finger tips were lightly touching the smooth skin on the back of her hand. I advanced my fingers by a few millimeters and my tips were lightly touching her fingers.

After a few minutes of my light caress, Padma lifted her hand from the rest and put it back covering my right hand with her soft left palm. I just could not believe my luck and was thrilled. Her palm was very soft and gently pressed against the back of my hand.

She had long, slim, tapered fingers and they curled around my hand and her nails lightly scratched against my palm. After a gentle squeeze of my palm she took her hand away.

Horny as I was, I kept reading a message in every movement. So I took that as a go ahead signal and became a little bolder.

I slowly let my palm slide half way down the rest on her side of the seat. I now lifted my palm slowly so that it was now horizontal and parallel to the seat with my fingers extended in front. I let it move slowly till my finger tip lightly touched her sari. I now carefully moved my hand a little back till my finger tips found the edge of her sari covering her blouse.

I now moved my extended fingers ever so slowly under her sari, bracing myself for the contact against her blouse and the breast inside it. It was the tip of my forefinger that made the first light, tentative contact with the side of her left breast.