Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. All the characters depicted in the story are above eighteen.
I
On the first look, it appeared neat and tidy with my things arranged properly in the cabinet. However, as I opened the door of my cupboard, I could immediately sense that something was wrong.
My things were arranged in a more orderly manner than I could ever do by myself. Someone had rummaged through my belongings and then had tried to arrange things back in order.
It had never happened before; even in my wildest dreams, I couldn't believe that someone would search through my cupboard in my absence. I never anticipated that and so never took any enough precautions to avoid things related to my darker side falling into wrong hands.
It was a hot afternoon of June; and my second floor room was scorching hot. The window mounted desert cooler was running incessantly to maintain my room temperature.
I wiped sweat from my forehead.
I hurriedly shut the doors and locked them from inside; just to make sure that no one would barge in while I check my secret hiding place.
One by one, I emptied the middle shelf of the cupboard; removing the clothes and laying them out on the bed. Once it was done, I checked the base of the middle shelf. It was made of two layers of galvanized iron sheets hinged at the back; the last half an inch of their front ends were bent in opposite L-shape. Sheets were arranged in such a way that once the top sheet was lowered, the bent L portion of top sheet completely covered the opposite bent L portion of lower sheet creating a small cabinet of about half inch height and making it invisible to any casual inspection. I had been using it as my secret hiding place for my porn magazines. I was so sure about this hidden cabinet that I never even bothered to lock my cupboard.
It was the time to pay for my stupidity. I was perspiring when I tried to open the hidden cabinet.
With the tips of my fingers, I forced the top panel upwards. The thin top panel moved up showing a small cabinet of height about half an inch. It was my secret place where I hid my porn magazines.
Horrified, I looked at the empty space. My body began to sweat profusely with fear. I felt a painful knot in my stomach; my mouth went dry.
The cabinet was empty. The two porn magazines that I had kept there last night were gone.
I was panicked.
Who could have visited my room in my absence?
There were only three persons in my family who had access to my cupboard; my mother, my father and my elder married sister Roly who was nowadays vacationing with us. Her husband, Sandeep, was out of the town on an official trip, and wasn't likely to return for next two to three weeks. Therefore, she decided to visit us, to celebrate her sudden found freedom with us rather than staying alone at her house.
Mom and dad…least likely to visit my room; I didn't expect at least them to rummage through my cupboard in my absence until they had some very strong reasons to do so. The magazines had been there just two hours ago. Therefore, it ruled out my father as he was at his shop. Mom also kept herself busy with the household cores and she hardly paid any visit to my room in the recent past. I knew she would not touch my things in my absence.
Then…who? I thought that I knew the answer.
It had to be Roly.
My relationship with my elder sister hadn't been very amicable. Being older to me, she always believed that she had a birthright to bully me. Somehow, I never subscribed to her notions. We argued and fought regularly until she was married. She was very close to dad and she used this closeness to her benefit. She never missed a chance to complain about my every mistake, even the smallest one, and got me reprimanded. Even before her marriage, she had an annoying habit of prying into my affairs, much to my dislike. Time and again, I found her snooping into my things. It was very irritating, and I fought with her many times. However, every time she got a better deal with dad and mom taking her side.
Even after her marriage, she continued to bully me with the help of my parents. Whenever, she visited us, I usually had a tough time.
Roly is five years older than me. She is a gorgeous girl with beautiful round face, long raven black hair, almost extending up to her middle of her back, and dark expressive eyes. She had a nice petite curvaceous figure, a narrow waist and slightly oversized breasts. However, after marriage she had become little chubby, nothing unusual as it happen to many married woman. I always believed that she had a great body.
She met her future husband in a family marriage ceremony. In fact, my brother-in-law spotted her in the marriage and immediately fell for her innocent, charming beauty. My parents were delighted when they received the marriage offer from Sandeep's family. My father, a small time businessman, could never expect to find a better match for his daughter. He agreed readily.
Roly was only twenty then, studying in second year of her graduation. She was not willing to marry at that time and she protested. However, after some persuasion she agreed reluctantly. She was married next month.
Roly has now been married for four years …no child yet.
At the time of her marriage, I was just into my teens. It was the time, when I had begun to explore the difference between a man and a woman more seriously. My friends began to openly talk about cunts and cocks…bragging how they fucked some girl at school or some horny neighborhood aunt. Most of those tales were plain lies, a fact, I think we all knew but never accepted. Nevertheless, we enjoyed bragging about our fake sexual encounters.
Now at nineteen, I hadn't yet seen a real cunt. The only pussy I could have an opportunity to watch was in the pages of the magazines which my friend and I secretly borrowed from a nearby magazine shop. We paid a huge portion of our monthly allowance for borrowing those magazines.
The magazines missing from my cabinet were the recent ones that I took from the shop. I hadn't gone through them completely and suddenly they were gone.
I somehow managed to put the clothes back to the shelf and locked it. I then lay on my bed. I could feel my body drenched with cold sweat. Even the desert cooler and the ceiling fan running at full speed failed to bring any relief. I continued perspiring profusely and tossing in bed with apprehension. I knew very well if Roly decided to hand over the magazines to mom or dad, which was most likely considering our stormy relationship and her past track record, I was finished. I had always been an ideal son, good in studies, away from all kind of vices (that's what my parents thought). I was dreaded at getting exposed.
I lay in the bed trying to control myself; but, it didn't bring any relief so I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. My mind was confused and I wasn't able to focus. The magazines were gone and I had no idea how to get those magazines back. In fact, I wasn't even sure whether Roly had actually taken it from my cupboard or my mom accidentally stumbled upon it.
I had to quickly decide about my course of action. How was I going to defend myself if faced with the worst situation?
I didn't have any answer.
Someone knocked at the door.
