I did not look at her at first when I heard her coming out of her room. I was sitting on the couch and she was standing near the coffee table. I was pretending to watch TV but I turned and looked at her when she called my name.
I was half aroused from looking at my sister naked and spread eagle on her bed, and half ashamed at myself. It was true that I had lusted after every inch of her body every single day, and just wanted to lick every part of it, but the feeling of guilt from walking in on my own sister on purpose was just too much. The guilt was getting in the way of my horniness. My dick wanted to go up but was still flaccid inside my pants. I just wanted to go into the bathroom and jerk it off dry, but first I had to confront Nisha. So she began:
“Bhai (brother) you knew I was alone in the room and you still walked in”, she said in a low voice.
“But I thought you were in trouble…”
“Oh come on!” she scoffed, “I know you could hear me outside. Did you really think I was in trouble? You knew what I was doing. I live in this dump too. I know you could probably hear me from the fucking kitchen! ”
“What?” I was half surprised and half confused. “Could she be saying what she is saying now?” I thought.
I gasped: “But then why…”
“Well, what the hell am I supposed to do genius? I could hear your hands squirming inside your pants clearer than you could hear my bed shaking, I know what you have been up to, did I ever say a thing? No! And I thought you would give me my space too!”
“Nisha, I … I…” I was looking down, “I didn’t know what you were doing at first, but then when you moaned, I couldn’t resist.” I was in confession mode now.
“Whatever… I will tell Mom.” She said decidedly and I could see my humiliation approaching fast.
“I will tell them you walked in on me while I was changing, on purpose!” She continued.
“I will tell them what you were doing not changing! ok?” I fired back.
“Oh yeah?” She laughed. “And exactly how do you plan on phrasing that to Mom, Big Bro?”
“Well, I will tell them you were touching… yourself… down there”, I stuttered.
“You mean I was touching my pussy. And rubbing it too. Don’t forget that”, She added matter-of-factly, nodding her head up and down, “Imagine telling Mom : Mom Nisha was rubbing her pussy…”
I was shocked at her boldness.
“Nisha!”
“Yes and also tell them you saw the sheet was wet cuz my pussy juice was all over it”. She was laughing now. And she was staring straight into my eyes.
Was she going crazy?
“Nisha stop playing mind games,” I said loudly.
“Well, if you didn’t mind me playing my physical games so much, maybe I wouldn’t have to play these mind games with you!” She had a sarcastic smile on her face. “So go ahead, tell Mom… call her now!”
“She will have dad cut your dick off you fucking pervert”. She continued. She was literally giggling now.
This was the first time in our lives we had talked in this kind of language. Heck, this was the first time we had even discussed our personal lives with each other, let alone using words like pussy and dick. I wondered how my 18 year old virgin sister had learned these words in school so quickly, and where.
“OK I won’t tell Mom, but why would you tell her I walked in?” I sounded like I was pleading and God knows I was getting ready to do just that.
I was cursing myself for thinking with my dick instead of my head! I was saying all sorts of prayers and was seriously planning on getting a life if I just got out of this mess with my sister. I promised myself I would get a job and never ever think about my sister again! Heck, even if I had nothing to do, I would never even stay home while she was there! But I had to diffuse the situation which was at hand right now.
“Look Nisha, we both knew what we were doing, so let’s just forget it, OK?” I pleaded. “I am sorry I thought like that and will never think like that again about you, let alone seeing you like that…”
“Bhai”, she looked straight at my face. Her smile had vanished.
“Tum ne mujhe dekh liya uss tarah”, she said, in a very low tone, looking at me straight in the eyes. (You saw me like that)
“Haan (yes) Nisha, Sorry, I swear I am…” I couldn’t complete the sentence before she cut me off:
“Ab tum jab bhi dekho gey aisee hi socho gey na? Ke mein kaisee lag rahi thi nangi?” (Now whenever you see me you would imagine what I look like naked, am I right?) She was looking down now.
“No! No no. Past is past. Kabhi nahi (never agan)” I said in a firm voice.
“Jhoot. Aur tum ne to sab kuch hi dekh liya!” (liar, you saw everything)
“Nahi Nisha…” (no)
“Meri tangein bhi spread theein, khula view tha! Tum ne neechay bhi dekh liya…….. Ab mein kiya karuun” (my legs were open too, you had a clean view, and you saw everything down there too, oh my! What would I do now!)
“No I didn’t! Your hand was covering…”
She picked up a magazine from the side table and threw it at me before I finished the sentence… But I continued as I dodged the flying object.
“Nisha so what? You are my sister, and besides…. Probably Mom and Dad did it too when they were young! I am sure they did, and I do it just as much, sometimes twice a day” I replied. I was trying to be calm now. I really wanted to soothe her and rid her of the agony she was in. “Yes I really do!”
“You have no shame Bhai!,” she said, looking down.
“Nisha, it is natural and you are human, and I am human, right? And don’t tell me your friends don’t do it!”
“I don’t talk about it with them,” she said quietly.
“Well, ask them. I am pretty sure they do it twice a day too and you are feeling bad for no reason.”
“You are hung up on twice, what’s there to get out of it anyway! God I feel like a loser!” she was looking down again.
“Nisha, Nisha… You are so cute, why do you feel this way! I told you it is totally natural, and your friends do it too.”
“Yeah but their brothers don’t walk in on them!” She fired back.
“Then maybe your friends are ugly and their brothers are not attracted to them!”
There. I had said it, admitted my lust after her indirectly.
“What the hell?” She laughed! “Why are you attracted to your sister? And what’s there in me anyway. You are just… horny, Bhai”
She laughed! It looked like the topic was changing to masturbation rather than my supposedly hideous act of seeing her naked, and I was all for that! And subconsciously I had managed to change the topic to her looks and flattered her by saying she was cute. Flattery always works like a charm. I smiled inside.
“I guess I AM horny if I do it twice day!!” I laughed too. She was looking up now, straight at me.
“But why,” it sounded like a genuine question.
“Cuz it feels good, why else? It relieves stress. And it’s so soothing,” I replied, “Why do you do it?” I asked.
“It relieves stress? What are you talking about? It’s so stressful and I feel so tired after this, what do you think?” she ignored my question.
“So listen…” I said. I had my own agenda in mind. My dick was throbbing right now and I was making a conscious effort to crouch up my knees on the couch so she didn’t notice the bulge in my pants, although I did ultimately want her to see it, and do things to it of course.
“You heard me. Right Nisha? You are very cute and don’t ever say that you are a loser for doing something natural.” I said forcefully.
“Yeah I guess you are right Bhai, but you could have said it without having to walk in on me,” she breathed almost a sigh and then sat down on the couch with me, on the other end. I turned around on the seat so I could face her properly.
“Nisha I am sorry… It’s just that I couldn’t control myself and the thought of you… there… was …”
“Well what are you gonna do now that you saw me there? Were you turned on?” She asked.
“Yes I was turned on, of course… I mean, you looked like an angel”
“You perv!” She laughed.
“No seriously. I have to go do it myself now.” I said.
“So you are attracted to me,” She continued.
“You look beautiful, Nisha”
“So you are gonna go and jerk off now thinking about me?” She was smiling, “You know Bhai, that’s a very good complimnent. Cuz you know you are pretty cute yourself, and coming from you, I feel flattered. So you always think about me when you do it?” She asked.
“Sometimes,” I replied sheepishly.
“And what sort of things do you think you are doing to me when you think about me?” she continued her questions.
“Just you rubbing it down there and just thought of you naked is enough”
“Rubbing it here?” She said with a wicked smile and touched her crotch.
I gasped, but I regained my control and said:
“Yes Nisha.”
“And then you touch yourself here?”
She was sitting right next to me anyway, and she just reached over and grabbed my hard bulge which was poking out as I was talking to her. I gasped again. She grabbed it and squeezed it. And then she giggled:
“You are so hard! Does it always get this hard?” She asked, “I have never touched one before.” She was still holding it from outside my pants, and touching the base trying to gauge the length of it.
“Yes. The hornier I am the harder it is. And longer,” I laughed shyly.
She laughed too.
“Well…” She said in a long tone.
And then there was a pause. She kept staring at my eyes.
“You have seen me Bhai, now I want to see yours and see how hard it is.”
I laughed and said “Ok, go ahead, it’s pretty hard”.
She kept stroking it from outside the pants, and then slowly lifted my t-shirt up out of the way.
I was half aroused from looking at my sister naked and spread eagle on her bed, and half ashamed at myself. It was true that I had lusted after every inch of her body every single day, and just wanted to lick every part of it, but the feeling of guilt from walking in on my own sister on purpose was just too much. The guilt was getting in the way of my horniness. My dick wanted to go up but was still flaccid inside my pants. I just wanted to go into the bathroom and jerk it off dry, but first I had to confront Nisha. So she began:
“Bhai (brother) you knew I was alone in the room and you still walked in”, she said in a low voice.
“But I thought you were in trouble…”
“Oh come on!” she scoffed, “I know you could hear me outside. Did you really think I was in trouble? You knew what I was doing. I live in this dump too. I know you could probably hear me from the fucking kitchen! ”
“What?” I was half surprised and half confused. “Could she be saying what she is saying now?” I thought.
I gasped: “But then why…”
“Well, what the hell am I supposed to do genius? I could hear your hands squirming inside your pants clearer than you could hear my bed shaking, I know what you have been up to, did I ever say a thing? No! And I thought you would give me my space too!”
“Nisha, I … I…” I was looking down, “I didn’t know what you were doing at first, but then when you moaned, I couldn’t resist.” I was in confession mode now.
“Whatever… I will tell Mom.” She said decidedly and I could see my humiliation approaching fast.
“I will tell them you walked in on me while I was changing, on purpose!” She continued.
“I will tell them what you were doing not changing! ok?” I fired back.
“Oh yeah?” She laughed. “And exactly how do you plan on phrasing that to Mom, Big Bro?”
“Well, I will tell them you were touching… yourself… down there”, I stuttered.
“You mean I was touching my pussy. And rubbing it too. Don’t forget that”, She added matter-of-factly, nodding her head up and down, “Imagine telling Mom : Mom Nisha was rubbing her pussy…”
I was shocked at her boldness.
“Nisha!”
“Yes and also tell them you saw the sheet was wet cuz my pussy juice was all over it”. She was laughing now. And she was staring straight into my eyes.
Was she going crazy?
“Nisha stop playing mind games,” I said loudly.
“Well, if you didn’t mind me playing my physical games so much, maybe I wouldn’t have to play these mind games with you!” She had a sarcastic smile on her face. “So go ahead, tell Mom… call her now!”
“She will have dad cut your dick off you fucking pervert”. She continued. She was literally giggling now.
This was the first time in our lives we had talked in this kind of language. Heck, this was the first time we had even discussed our personal lives with each other, let alone using words like pussy and dick. I wondered how my 18 year old virgin sister had learned these words in school so quickly, and where.
“OK I won’t tell Mom, but why would you tell her I walked in?” I sounded like I was pleading and God knows I was getting ready to do just that.
I was cursing myself for thinking with my dick instead of my head! I was saying all sorts of prayers and was seriously planning on getting a life if I just got out of this mess with my sister. I promised myself I would get a job and never ever think about my sister again! Heck, even if I had nothing to do, I would never even stay home while she was there! But I had to diffuse the situation which was at hand right now.
“Look Nisha, we both knew what we were doing, so let’s just forget it, OK?” I pleaded. “I am sorry I thought like that and will never think like that again about you, let alone seeing you like that…”
“Bhai”, she looked straight at my face. Her smile had vanished.
“Tum ne mujhe dekh liya uss tarah”, she said, in a very low tone, looking at me straight in the eyes. (You saw me like that)
“Haan (yes) Nisha, Sorry, I swear I am…” I couldn’t complete the sentence before she cut me off:
“Ab tum jab bhi dekho gey aisee hi socho gey na? Ke mein kaisee lag rahi thi nangi?” (Now whenever you see me you would imagine what I look like naked, am I right?) She was looking down now.
“No! No no. Past is past. Kabhi nahi (never agan)” I said in a firm voice.
“Jhoot. Aur tum ne to sab kuch hi dekh liya!” (liar, you saw everything)
“Nahi Nisha…” (no)
“Meri tangein bhi spread theein, khula view tha! Tum ne neechay bhi dekh liya…….. Ab mein kiya karuun” (my legs were open too, you had a clean view, and you saw everything down there too, oh my! What would I do now!)
“No I didn’t! Your hand was covering…”
She picked up a magazine from the side table and threw it at me before I finished the sentence… But I continued as I dodged the flying object.
“Nisha so what? You are my sister, and besides…. Probably Mom and Dad did it too when they were young! I am sure they did, and I do it just as much, sometimes twice a day” I replied. I was trying to be calm now. I really wanted to soothe her and rid her of the agony she was in. “Yes I really do!”
“You have no shame Bhai!,” she said, looking down.
“Nisha, it is natural and you are human, and I am human, right? And don’t tell me your friends don’t do it!”
“I don’t talk about it with them,” she said quietly.
“Well, ask them. I am pretty sure they do it twice a day too and you are feeling bad for no reason.”
“You are hung up on twice, what’s there to get out of it anyway! God I feel like a loser!” she was looking down again.
“Nisha, Nisha… You are so cute, why do you feel this way! I told you it is totally natural, and your friends do it too.”
“Yeah but their brothers don’t walk in on them!” She fired back.
“Then maybe your friends are ugly and their brothers are not attracted to them!”
There. I had said it, admitted my lust after her indirectly.
“What the hell?” She laughed! “Why are you attracted to your sister? And what’s there in me anyway. You are just… horny, Bhai”
She laughed! It looked like the topic was changing to masturbation rather than my supposedly hideous act of seeing her naked, and I was all for that! And subconsciously I had managed to change the topic to her looks and flattered her by saying she was cute. Flattery always works like a charm. I smiled inside.
“I guess I AM horny if I do it twice day!!” I laughed too. She was looking up now, straight at me.
“But why,” it sounded like a genuine question.
“Cuz it feels good, why else? It relieves stress. And it’s so soothing,” I replied, “Why do you do it?” I asked.
“It relieves stress? What are you talking about? It’s so stressful and I feel so tired after this, what do you think?” she ignored my question.
“So listen…” I said. I had my own agenda in mind. My dick was throbbing right now and I was making a conscious effort to crouch up my knees on the couch so she didn’t notice the bulge in my pants, although I did ultimately want her to see it, and do things to it of course.
“You heard me. Right Nisha? You are very cute and don’t ever say that you are a loser for doing something natural.” I said forcefully.
“Yeah I guess you are right Bhai, but you could have said it without having to walk in on me,” she breathed almost a sigh and then sat down on the couch with me, on the other end. I turned around on the seat so I could face her properly.
“Nisha I am sorry… It’s just that I couldn’t control myself and the thought of you… there… was …”
“Well what are you gonna do now that you saw me there? Were you turned on?” She asked.
“Yes I was turned on, of course… I mean, you looked like an angel”
“You perv!” She laughed.
“No seriously. I have to go do it myself now.” I said.
“So you are attracted to me,” She continued.
“You look beautiful, Nisha”
“So you are gonna go and jerk off now thinking about me?” She was smiling, “You know Bhai, that’s a very good complimnent. Cuz you know you are pretty cute yourself, and coming from you, I feel flattered. So you always think about me when you do it?” She asked.
“Sometimes,” I replied sheepishly.
“And what sort of things do you think you are doing to me when you think about me?” she continued her questions.
“Just you rubbing it down there and just thought of you naked is enough”
“Rubbing it here?” She said with a wicked smile and touched her crotch.
I gasped, but I regained my control and said:
“Yes Nisha.”
“And then you touch yourself here?”
She was sitting right next to me anyway, and she just reached over and grabbed my hard bulge which was poking out as I was talking to her. I gasped again. She grabbed it and squeezed it. And then she giggled:
“You are so hard! Does it always get this hard?” She asked, “I have never touched one before.” She was still holding it from outside my pants, and touching the base trying to gauge the length of it.
“Yes. The hornier I am the harder it is. And longer,” I laughed shyly.
She laughed too.
“Well…” She said in a long tone.
And then there was a pause. She kept staring at my eyes.
“You have seen me Bhai, now I want to see yours and see how hard it is.”
I laughed and said “Ok, go ahead, it’s pretty hard”.
She kept stroking it from outside the pants, and then slowly lifted my t-shirt up out of the way.