This is a story about my sister Anita and me. I am Anuz, a young and impressionable male, and was eighteen when my parents divorced six years ago. My sister Anita was a little girl twelve years old at that time. After the break up, I went to stay with my father, and Anita went to stay with mom. Six years later my mom passed away and my little sister came to stay with dad and me.
We met after six years and now she is longer the little sister that I knew. She is a young and sweet lady of eighteen. She is about 5 feet 9 inches tall, slim build with a great figure and her skin color was shamla (dark). Seeing her after six years made me very excited and I ran to her and hugged her.
After I hugged her, I felt something unusual happen to me; something that I thought should not be occurring between brother and sister. So I released her quickly.
She shouted with joy, "Oh bhaya" and again hugged me.
This time she also kissed me on my cheek. I again felt a quick flow of blood in my body and something stirring in my loins.
Anita was a changed young girl. After six years away from me and dad, her lifestyle had changed to fast and modern. She spent a lot of her time with her friends, socializing, partying and going to discos. She sometimes came home late at night. Our papa is a pilot and therefore he usually spent a lot of time away from home. As a result, he did not have very good control over her. I thought that she would not like it if I interfered with her personal lifestyle, and left her alone.
We live in Mumbai, and one rainy day in June, my father was at work as usual, out of country, and my sister was at a disco. It was getting late at night and she was still not back from her party. So I become anxious, and tried to reach her, but she did not answer her cell phone. I tried repeatedly, to no avail.
After several tries, one of her friends picked her phone and said, "Anuz, your sister Anita is very drunk and out of control. Please come over and pick her up. (Anuz bhaya Anita tho bohut nasha main hein. Aap ake useh le zaye)."
She gave me the address of the place and I went over there. I found Anita completely drunk. I held her hand to comfort her.
I said, "Anita please stand up and let's go home."
She just looked at me, smiled, and held my hand, "Brother, I can't walk; please carry me and take me home. (Bhaya mein chal nahin pauengi; please moze uthake leke zao baccho ke tara)".
I lifted her up, helped her stand up and held her waist. She was wearing jeans, a tiny blouse, and a pink jacket. I felt her slim bare waist and tummy, and she just fell into my arms. I felt her entire young body touch mine I became aroused. My penis stirred and I had an erection. I carried her to my car and brought her home.
When we reached home, I brought her to her room and laid her on her bed. She was either passed out or in a deep sleep. I took my time and watched her closely from top to bottom. I saw a sexy, sweet, eighteen year old girl, rather than my little sister.
