Indian Family And Friends Ch 01

==Part 1 – Frisbee==

My friend John and I were playing with a frisbee on a warm summer afternoon, John and I had been friends since high school began but I always had a sneaky suspicion that he befriended me to get close to my older sister, Neha. On countless occasions he used to say random thing such as, "I bet Indian pussy tastes amazing!" But besides being a creep we were pretty close.

I had thrown the frisbee into the tree, it was my responsibility to get it down. As I was doing so, I looked into HER window. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Yeah, it was my big sister, 19, and the most gorgeous thing on the planet. Neha had just began undressing when I got to the branch that the frisbee was resting on, and incidentally stretched right across from her bedroom window. As she took off her bra, my cock sprung to life. I saw her globular tits, her tiny brown nipples... I climbed back down the tree where John was waiting for me.

"What the hell were you doing up there, Raja?" he asked as I reached the ground.

"Um... you've gotta see this, man... you've GOTTA see this." I led him up the tree to the branch where I beheld the wonder of my sister's nubile young body, just as she bent over to pull off her panties. It was as if she was putting on a show just for the two of us. Her reddish- brown long, curly hair tumbled over her shoulders as she pulled her panties down off her ankles.

Now she was naked, and we could see the pot of gold, her fresh young cunt. For a second, I looked at John and saw him staring, a comet could have shot across the sky and his interest wouldn't have been broken. Finally, Neha got into her bathrobe and headed next door to the bathroom for, presumably, the shower. We had each just turned 18, and this was the most exciting thing ever to happen to us. And that ended our show for the day.

As John lived a few streets down and it was tradition that whoever lost the game would have to walk the other person back to his house (unless of course the game took place at the winner's house). Seeing as I had lost I began walking John back.

"Raja, can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"Well, I guess I just wanted to know why you told me about Neha getting changed. Like she's your sister and you were staring at her yourself as well.

John did have a point, however Neha and I were never really that close, in fact due to our parent's divorce, Neha had spent her time in India with my mother whilst I came to America with my dad. It was only 5 years ago that Neha came to live with us.

"...well"

"What I wouldn't give to fuck her though," John said interrupting me, apparently concern over my incestuous feelings was over. "I bet she's soo tight!"

John had been infatuated with Neha since he first met her, and I had made the mistake of pointing out that she looks like a doppelganger of Bollywood actress Shruti Hassan. Unfortunately after that I had to endure him telling me how he Googled 'Shruti Hassan hot' pics and wanked to them.

John turned to look at me, "You know Raja, if you also find her attractive you can tell me, like if you wanna fuck her as well. If anyone's got a chance it's you!"

"Thanks, I'll keep you informed," I replied sarcastically as his house came into view.

==Part 2 – The Proposal==

As I returned to the house, Neha had finished taking her shower. She walked to the foot of the stairs and looked down at me while I came up, a sly grin on her face as she was towelling her hair dry, dressed in a white bathrobe.

"What is it?" I asked, wondering what her grin could have been alluding to.

"Did you and John get a good look?" she asked. She turned around to go back into her room without saying another word, I was shocked.

It seemed as though she was giving us a show, and she actually was! But was she pissed at me now? I couldn't tell... I followed her into her room. She was sitting on her bed, pulling on a clean pair of panties.

"Close the door," she sneered at me while struggling to stand. I went to close the door, and she turned her back to me, dropping her bathrobe to the floor. She bent over, and I caught a glimpse of the rounded edges of her full breasts as they fell loose in front of her. She grabbed a bra off her dresser, put it on and then turned to face me.

"Well, did you and John have a good time up there in the tree or what?" Was she being serious? What was the point of this? As confused as I was, my dick obeyed its own code, springing to life at the sight of Neha in her white underwear. She noticed this and smiled, withholding a snicker. "Yeah, I thought so," she teased. "So... what do you want? Why'd you follow me in here?"

"Um... I... I... I don't know," I answered truthfully. It had just seemed right at the time...

"I think I know. I think you wanna see a little more of you hot sister, don't you? Yeah... well... I wanna see a little more of you, too, little brother. So let's play a little show and-tell... You show me what you got, and maybe I'll take off my bra again. How about that?"

She looked at me with a sly look across her face, her long wet red hair hanging down in front of her, resting on top of her bra-covered breast. This was too exciting for me to handle... boy, what I would be able to tell John tomorrow in school... Needless to say, I quickly pulled off my sneakers, followed by my trousers and t-shirt. Soon, I was standing in the middle of her floor, clad only in my briefs.

She walked around me, scooping out my skinny frame. Not too impressive, I wasn't much too look at. "Okay, little bro, off with the underwear."

With that, she grabbed at the rim of my briefs, and pulled them to the ground. I was pretty startled, and fell to the ground hunched over my groin. I went soft almost instantly. "Up, up, up, I wanna see what my little bro's packing these days..." she said, and I followed her direction, humiliated as I was. I stood up, and she looked closely at my dick. Tentatively, she reached out one of her athletic arms and touched my rapidly re-hardening dick. "Hmm... not bad, little bro. Not bad at all. You're hot for your big sis, aren't ya, little bro?" I nodded shyly and tried not to look in her eyes.

"Okay, you've played your part, I guess it's time for me to ante up, huh?" she said with a grin. Her green eyes sparkled with delight. And once again I was blinded as she took off her bra.

She bent her head down to get at the hook in the back, and her still-damp hair fell teasingly in front of her. She smelled nice. When she raised her head and pushed back her hair, I nearly came. There she was, a cute smile on her face, and her breasts just hanging there, just a foot from myself.

Unable to restrain myself, I reached out a hand toward her beautiful tits. And she let me touch them. She was suddenly quiet, no more of her little comments, as I held one of her large breasts between my fingers. I hadn't told John, but I dreamed of this for a while now, and I was inches from the moment of my dreams. I squeezed her breast, then pinched her nipple. She let out soft moan, it was truly like a dream. Hesitantly, I reached out my other arm to touch her other breast. As my fingers made contact with her skin, she pushed both of my hands away and said, "Enough for tonight, little bro. Maybe tomorrow I'll let you do a little more if... you bring John with you. How does that sound?"

Anything to get back to where I just was, "Sure. I'll tell him he can sleep over tomorrow."

"Good. Sweet dreams, little bro." With that, she bent forward, giving me a tender kiss on the lips before planting one on the tip of my penis. She turned around and put back on her bra while I bent down, pulling back on my underwear and pants. She walked over to her bed and started brushing her hair. All I could do was watch... held at the mercy of her beauty. She gave me a quick look, smiled and shooed me away.