Life is beautiful. I never believed in this until this happened to me. To start with, I am twenty years old, studying architecture in one of the most beautiful cities of the country. We aren't rich. In fact, we come under the upper middle class part of our society to which the majority belongs nowadays. Things were so tough those days. We used to live in a rented house… house is too good a word for that. It was more of a shed than a house.
My sister, mother and myself had one room for everything. There was just one bed and a chair apart from the utensils and the usual household stuff. My sister and myself used to sleep on the floor while my mother slept on the bed. My father passed away a few years ago.
One day I was walking along the road when I felt a pain at my back and the next thing I knew was my mother and sister looking over me. Oh! I forgot to mention. My sister was five years elder to me then and my mother was around forty-five. I never knew her exact age. Might be less too. Then they told me that a truck hit me and I was very lucky to have survived it. My left leg was put in plaster. They said I was lucky that nothing actually happened to me and that it was just the shock that affected me. The doctor promised that I would be back on my feet at most by the following month.
As we couldn't afford the hospital charges, I was discharged and we went home. I took support of my mother and sister on either side and fell onto the bed. That's when it all started. My sister was adjusting the pillow when her pallu fell off revealing her smooth white breasts to my eyes. They were so close to my face that I feared they would touch me. Although we had just one room both my sister and my mother changed their clothes when I wasn't around or at night without a lamp. My sister didn't notice it and just pulled up her pallu as if nothing has happened.
At night, my mother and sister put more pillows so that I could sit on the bed and my mother brought me food. After I finished it, my mother cleaned my mouth and asked me sister to help me with my dress. I removed my shirt and gave it to her. She did look at my chest but that look was quite normal. Then she called my mother and said, "Mother, it would be difficult to change his pants regularly. Shall we just wrap him in a towel?" My mother agreed to it. God! This shouldn't happen. I was praying they would leave me alone. But my sister came to me and said, "Brother, lift your hips a little so that I can pull down your pants." I obliged. Already the docs tore away the left side of my pants. My sister got a wonderful idea and decided to tear off the pant as I won't be able to wear it anymore. I tired my level best not to get an erection. I thought of everything else in the room other than the fact that my sister was undressing me. Then she asked me to lift my hips again and put her thumbs inside the elastic and pulled my underwear over my buttocks. Then she pulled down the front. Without another word, she cut off my underwear too with the scissors. Then she just left me without even caring to wrap me in the towel like she said.
