The story you are about to read happened a few years ago. It has been part of my life and a well kept secret (at-least not many were privy of the deeds that I initiated) yet here I am sitting in front of my computer and letting my fingers run through the keyboard while I float in the mood for sharing my inner most secrets.
Let me start by explaining where I am from and a little bit about me. I am from the southern part of India. South India is humid, hot, and sultry during the majority year. While southern India experiences rain during the right season, snow has never fallen and the winter temperatures hardly dip below 18 degrees. You may ask why women wear long flowing dresses that cover every inch of our bodies, but it may surprise you that most of the women, including yours truly (atleast half the time and at the insistence of my mum), we wear sarees.
Even though my parents studied in United States, one a Harvard and the other at Yale, they decided to come back to India and stay close to family and friends. This has been the major reason for my western upbringing, the other being my university education at Oxford (Oh yes! I am not a dumb arsed blonde. Mind you!!). But ever since I started living in the conservative part of India, my mum often kept tabs on my shopping.
Whenever I was about to go shopping, she would always say, "Ani, no more buying one of those tiny things alright?"
"Tiny things" meant skirts in her lingo. I would smile cheerfully and even wave at her while I left home and later that night I would return with one of two nylon minis that were secretly hiding in my handbag. Oh, in case you are wondering "Ani" is my short name that my mum calls me, but not-so-close friends call me by my full name "Anita."
Now that you know my name, let me fill in the remaining bits. I am 22 and standing at a height of 5'7, pretty tall for an Indian girl. I was the tallest girl in my high school when I studied in India. Even now I am the tallest among my friends, as the only friends that I have now are the ones back from high school. The ones from aerobics and my dance partners don't count, so I don't intend to include them in my friends list. I am fair with creamish skin which is owed to a northern bloodline, even though we are settled in the south. I suppose the other feature that most guys like about me is my shoulder length perm hair. I got a perm after a lot of debate with my brother, it was his idea but I must admit, he was right about how I do look. I knew he must have been imagining me in all different kinds of hairstyles, but since he is my brother, I didn't much think about it at the time. It was back then when I returned from Oxford and I kept maintaining the same hairstyle ever since.
There is another part of my body that guys notice about me – my 38Ds, but I think breasts are over emphasized!! Nonetheless, it's a bit awkward while every other guy stares down at them, even while they were conversing with me. There are times where I bring my defiant self out and walk to the grocery store at the end of our street in just my half nightie. I don't bother wearing a bra while I go out on such petty errands. Whenever I reach the ground floor of our apartment in the elevator, the first person that I encounter is our watchman. He is a good chap but I knew he got more than a good look at my taut nipples through my thin nightie. I would give him a sly smile and walk out on our street with my breasts jiggling under the thin layer of my fabric. I would notice a few turned heads and even whistles but none ever dared to approach. It's a good thing to be admired.
It was on one such occasion that my brother accompanied me to the grocery store. It was mid-day; right in the middle of summer and the temperature outside was a humid 38 degrees. I was sitting happily in the living room, watching TV with the air-conditioner tuned to a decent 21 degrees. As usual, my dad was away at his office, and my 20 year old brother was at home enjoying his summer break. Mum was busy cooking lunch and simultaneously trying to list all the necessary items for our impending summer vacation that would take place in 2 days.
My mum yelled from the kitchen, "Ani, can you go to the grocery store and get me the items on this list?"
I walked up to the kitchen in my nightie and started reading it. I knew I could find all the items in the grocery store at the end of the street. I had been to that store enough times that I could recite every item in the store in my sleep. This meant that I didn't have to go to the nearest supermarket which was a kilometer away. But nonetheless, I intended to put my lazy brother to work.
"Rakesh, put on your slippers. You are coming with me to the store. I cannot carry all these items by myself."
He arched an eyebrow and laughed. "Are you going out like that sis? In your tiny nightie?"
I instantly turned my head towards the full size mirror in the far corner of the living room. My nightie was short with the hem covering half my upper thighs and above, but the rest of my legs were bare. I am not a slim girl by any means. I have well toned thighs and calf muscles because of my morning jog. But I didn't see any reason to cover my legs for the prudent few born, so I nodded my head and smiled wickedly at my brother.
"I hope you aren't ashamed of your sister's thighs bro," I said teasingly, knowing full well that he was staring right at them only a few moments ago.
He got up and walked up to the door, putting his slippers on and waiting for me outside. I took the money and the list from my mum and held it in my palm, for there were no pockets in my nightie and I didn't intend to carry a handbag for a five minute walk. Later, I handed these over to my brother so he could put them in his pocket while we entered the elevator. Our flat in the apartment is on 15th floor and it would usually take more than 5 minutes to get down to the ground floor early in the morning but at this time of the day, the elevator was fairly secluded and no one entered until 5th floor. This left my brother and me all alone. All of a sudden the power went off. The elevator halted and the lights went out. There wasn't any backup power.
I didn't carry my mobile along with me and there were no ways of letting anyone know that we were stuck inside the elevator. Apart from being dark, it was getting equally hot and I decided to sit down and wait for the power to come back. My brother on the other hand seemed to enjoy the moment and started whistling a tune, even though this wasn't the time to be rejoicing. Though I was glad that he came along with me, and I took comfort in knowing that he was with me rather than a stranger.
I sat down with my legs flat on the floor, and adjusted my nightie to properly cover my thighs. I didn't have anything under my nightie, not even panties. I chuckled at the thought that if only my brother knew how little I was wearing. My brother sat opposite to me, resting his back on the opposite wall of the elevator. The elevator was a tiny one and could accommodate only 6 at a time, so when my brother sat opposite of me our legs touched. Because I was wearing slippers, I took them off and put them to one side and rubbed my toes against my brother's. It felt warm and nice, even in such a warm weather.
"Sis, your skin feels really soft. I bet your boyfriend must really like it?" he asked, half chuckling to himself. I knew he was curious about my boyfriend and me. Lately I learned that he was interested in my body as well. I tried to play cool and give away nothing.
"I think he is in love with me bro. Just a typical boy, but promise me not to tell our parents. It's nothing serious and I don't want them to think anything more about it."
Meanwhile, we kept rubbing our toes along our legs. His leg was not as hairy as my boyfriend's but was more firm. I slid my back a little lower along the wall so that I could reach a bit high on his leg. This move made my nightie ride up more under me, making my bare ass cheeks rest on the elevator's floor. I knew it would make my ass cheeks dirty, but I reasoned it's better to have a dirty ass which no one could see, than a dirty nightie with contours my ass cheeks. Another reason is that my brother couldn't see any of it even though my nightie had risen fairly high up. Having slid lower, I was able to reach up to his upper thighs and run my toes along his boxers.
