My Sisters – My Angels was published in Aug'2011, exactly two years ago. At that time, I had no plans for a sequel. The story was very popular and had 100,000 views till date. Several readers have asked me to write a sequel. It took a long time coming, but here it is, at last. Though this can be read as a standalone story, I would suggest you read the first part (if you haven't read it earlier) before reading this, for better appreciation of the story and characters. Hope you will enjoy this second chapter as much as the first or even more.
Four years had gone by since those wonderful nights with my angelic sister Gita and her friend Padma. The three of us learned together all the joys of sex and we were never really clear or cared who seduced whom. While my beloved elder sister Gita allowed me to do everything with her fabulous body, she never allowed me to fuck her. She said that would be incest and a sin, and, we shouldn't do that. However, she ensured that I fucked Padma; in fact Gita helped me there.
You would recall that Gita was short, slightly plump and was of medium fair complexion. She was just five feet tall and had big breasts that were perfect globes. She had big buttocks and a nice ass. Her mouth was generous, teeth even, lips full and cheeks chubby. In short, her whole body was a little fleshy, plump delight. She was a kind and cheerful person. She was twenty three then and I was eighteen.
A lot of things had happened in these four years. We moved back to my father's home and Gita's marriage was performed three years back. She moved to her husband's city which was a thousand kilometers away. I was now pursuing my Post Graduation. I was busy with my own studies and circle of friends.
One day, my father asked me to visit my sister and bring her home as she wanted to spend a month with us. She had visited us twice since her marriage, but both trips were short and she was accompanied by her husband. Somehow, I was never able to visit her at her husband's home. So,we were all happy that she would spend a month with us and I went to her city to bring her home.
We started back on our return journey by an express train that left there in the evening. A cousin was kind enough to book our tickets for me by 1st class. When we boarded the train, I found out that we were allotted a coupe. (Those days, trains had different classes of travel – 1st, 2nd and 3rd – 1st being the highest and most comfortable. A/C was not available in most trains. A 'coupe' was a cabin with just two berths – a lower berth and an upper berth).
The train started around five pm and we chatted nonstop for nearly two hours. Gita wanted to know about everybody and all the events of the past few years. She had packed a light dinner for us and we ate early, around eight. During our dinner, the Ticket Examiner visited us and checked our tickets. He advised us to bolt the cabin door from inside for safety when we slept.
After dinner, we sat quietly for a while. It was winter time and there was a chill in the air. Gita asked me to pull down the window shutters leaving a very small opening. It was more comfortable inside the cabin after that.
Gita was seated on the lower berth next to the window and I was sitting next to her, a little away and on her right. She broke the silence.
"Do you remember those lovely days, Kid?" (She called me kid, always)
I was taken aback by her question. After her marriage, we never once referred to those wonderful days. I thought, with her marriage, that was a closed chapter and it was a taboo even to think about it, let alone talk. So, when Gita asked that question, I was speechless.
Gita moved a little closer and took my left hand in both her hands. Gently caressing it with her soft right palm, she repeated that question again. By now I had recovered my poise.
"Sis, I never forget those days. I think of them often...very often." I mumbled.
"You were a really naughty boy then, weren't you? Do you remember how scared I was that night after seeing 'Psycho'? And, you scared me even more by talking about those scary scenes." As she said this she moved a little closer to me and her sari clad right thigh was now in contact with my left thigh. It was warm and soft, even through all those layers of clothing.
"And, you moved closer to me because you were scared, sis." My voice trembled.
"It was then that you first touched my boobs, remember?" She asked gently squeezing my left palm with both her hands, sending a mild shock into me.
"Oh, Sis, stop teasing me please!" I begged, not knowing what to say.
"Oh, kid, I am not teasing you. After all these years, those memories are still very fresh and are precious for me." So saying, she lifted my left hand and put it over her big, full right breast.
For four years, those breasts dominated my fantasies in nights. A thousand times I masturbated recalling how I played with her wondrous boobs. And now, finally, here they were so close to me and asking me to take possession of them. I needed no further invitation.
Even as my left palm covered her right boob, I reached for her left boob with my right hand and gently squeezed them both. Gita sighed and gave me a very endearing look.
"Do you still love them, as much?" She asked, fondly.
'More than ever, they are the best, sis," I replied, continuing my squeeze.
I unhooked her blouse and quickly opened it. Her big boobs looked awesome ensconced in her white bra, the half moons spilling over the cup. Gita reached behind with her hands and quickly unclasped the bra. I pulled it away from her chest and saw her magnificent boobs in all their naked glory again, taking my breath away.
"Make love to them like you did the first time, kid." Her words were music to me.
Reverently, I held her right boob in my left hand, holding the bottom half and slightly pushing it up. With my right hand, I fondled it, running my fingers and palm all over the big surface while avoiding any contact with the areola or the nipple. My fingers massaged and squeezed gently the soft flesh. Gita closed her eyes and relaxed, her head resting comfortably against the backrest.
I let my forefinger touch the periphery of her brown areola and then ran it along its circular path around her pinkish nipple that started hardening and lengthening. My thumb joined the forefinger and took possession of my beloved sister's engorged nipple and rolled it.
Gita sighed and her breathing quickened slightly. I knew she wanted more and started kneading and fondling her boobs a little more roughly while slowly pinching and pulling her nipples.
Gita opened her eyes and said," Oh my god! It has been ages since they were loved like this."
"Why? Doesn't he love them?" I was really curious.
"No, kid, he thinks they are too big and ugly. Says so, sometimes! Once, he even called me a dairy farm." She sounded bitter.
