Having visited Madurai umpteen numbers of times, it wasn't difficult getting a room in my favorite lodge. I was immediately allotted my preferred room which was on the third floor and away from the hectic activities of the lodge. I could see a lot of surprise in Raji, my sister's eyes for all the respect I commanded from the staff and she smiled at me feeling somewhat secured.
"I am feeling better," She told me as we got inside the elevator. I smiled in reply.
Raji and I grew up in Bangalore under the strict surveillance of our parents. At 19, she looked like the typical angel from the heavens. I knew that there were many guys who would do anything under the sun for a date with her. I was thrilled to see her grow into a gorgeous teenager and obviously my eyes were attracted to her sexy curves and wonderful well shaped tender breasts. Not so surprisingly, she remained my favorite fantasy during all those masturbation sessions.
I was understandably upset to know that she was in love with Karan. I was jealous of him although he was a handsome guy with neat habits and hailing from one of the illustrious families in the city. I knew that my parents had other ideas about Raji's marriage and hence it would be impossible for her to convince them about Karan. Somehow, I realized that I had a fat chance of getting her laid if I extended some support to their love affair. Soon, she began trusting me to the hilt unsuspicious of my intentions to take her virginity before she married her lover.
As expected, a huge volcano erupted once my parents came to know about Raji's boyfriend. They were unrelenting as they categorically made it clear that Raji could never marry Karan so long as they were alive. Fortunately, they weren't aware of the clandestine support I have been providing to the young lovers. When you are lucky, you remain lucky most of the time.
"We are going to flee from Bangalore," Raji had informed me a few days ago. "We are planning to get married in Madurai and may never return here."
I immediately felt a gloom settling all over me. I feared that my fantasies about my sister might never get fulfilled if they do as they had planned.
"You are at some risk if you do that," I tried reasoning with her. "You don't know the influence Dad has in the police. He can trace your whereabouts within hours."
"Do you think so?" Raji sounded really concerned. "What else can we do now?"
"Listen carefully," I said holding her hands. "You have to come to Madurai with me under some pretext. Let Karan join a day later so that nobody can doubt anything. You do whatever you wish once he comes and I won't stop you."
We had to tell a lie to our parents that a close friend was getting married in Madurai. I persuaded my parents by telling them that I could use the opportunity to talk to Raji and influence her in changing her mind. As I had expected, we both were allowed to proceed to Madurai. Obviously, Raji was delighted about the whole thing. She never knew that I was more delighted than her.
Finally, we were in Madurai. I felt like jumping in joy the moment we entered the hotel room. I was nervous too wondering as to how and when I should take the first step in seducing my sister.
"You are a wonderful brother," Raji said as we relaxed after a typical south Indian lunch. "I know you are risking a lot for our sake."
"It's alright," I quipped with a smile.
"I wish we can reciprocate whatever you did for us," Raji kept speaking.
"I am sure you can," I said with a broader smile.
"Tell me how," Raji came closer to me on the sofa.
"You look very tired," I said with genuine concern. "Let's talk about it in the evening."
She was persistent for a while and kept asking me what exactly I meant. I had made up my mind to relax a while after a tedious bus journey. While I preferred to stretch myself on the chair, Raji slept on the cot. I kept watching her breasts heaving in and out as she breathed before I slumped into a brief sleep myself. When I woke up around five in the evening, she was watching the television muting the sound. We had some nice coffee after which we got ready to go to the famous Meenakshi Temple that was in striking distance from our hotel. I wasn't giving a clue after returning to the hotel and even after we retreated to the room after dinner.
"Now, let me know what you have in your mind," Raji spoke after emerging from the bathroom with a loose nightie on. I still feared it was a bit too early.
"I hope you won't mind if I sleep on the bed," I deliberately changed the topic although I knew that her reply would perhaps give me the encouragement I was looking for.
"Of course I won't," Raji replied sounding unduly surprised. "After all this is a double bed."
"Thanks Raji," I said with a glee. I presumed deeds would talk louder than words. I remembered to have slept with Raji on the same bed when we were kids. Things changed once she attained puberty and understandably so, in a family that still held the conventions as close as possible. Perhaps, the distance between me and my sister had flared up my curiosity about her. We hardly touched each other and when we did, we used to apologize as if we had committed some sin. From a thin puny girl, Raji blossomed into a curvy sexy woman kindling my desires for her all the time.
"Are you thinking about something?" Raji interrupted while I was almost immersed in memories.
"Yes. Somewhat," I replied with a sigh. "I was wondering why Karan hasn't called yet."
"Don't worry," She smiled. "He might be calling late tonight."
So, after almost eight years, here I was lying on the same bed with my sister. I gathered the courage and let my right hand to rest on her forehead. She smiled at me and closed her eyes as my fingers began stroking her hair. She wasn't reacting when my fingers trailed through her cheeks and on her neck. She opened her eyes and looked at me with surprise after my fingers traced around her soft lips. I held her lower lips with my fingers and gave them a gentle squeeze.
"I can't believe that you are the same mischievous girl," I said while I inched further towards her body. "Do you remember those playful days? We were always together. We ate together. We slept together and even bathed together."
"Yes. Those were wonderful days," She agreed. "I will miss you after my marriage."
"Me too," I said with a sigh. "You were the only saving grace in the house. I have always managed to be cheerful watching you smile."
