YESTERDAY – The Boy
HE WAS twenty WHEN HE FIRST NOTICED THAT SHE was just as curious about sex as he was.
She was careless; he had found one of his books (borrowed from Rohit) under the mattress on her bed. He was usually very careful about the books and always kept it locked in his desk. That day, he had been summoned by his father to attend to mundane chores he was supposed to have completed last week. It was a Sunday, and he was curled up in bed reading the smut book and had stuffed it under his pillow before going out to the yard to mow the lawn.
Later, after dinner, when she was still watching TV in the sitting room, he looked under the pillow and found that the book had disappeared. It took him less than ten minutes to find it hidden under her mattress.
He found himself looking at her more often, wondering what the stories in the book would be doing to her. She was eighteen, but for her age, she was well developed; too well developed, he thought. He found himself looking more often at her chest (she was very well endowed in that department). Whenever she wore skirts, he would be feverishly wishing that she would bend down, because when she did that, he could see her strong thighs and those smooth legs.
Rohit was his cousin, a year older than him and he had a very good collection of porno. They were cheap books, available on the pavements at Bombay’s Flora Fountain area. Vinod himself couldn’t bring himself to buy them – he was too damned embarrassed to be doing that. Rohit didn’t care a damn, because, well, he was that kind of a guy. Moreover, Rohit had already promised Vinod that he would soon be able to ‘pick up’ a video off his father’s closet!
When Vinod realized that Sonia too was growing, he would often fantasize about her. He wondered how she would react if she knew what he would be thinking about during his ‘jerk-off’ times.
Consciously, he began to ‘forget’ locking his desk. He started to borrow from Rohit, books featuring stories with incestuous relations. And there were quite a few of them.
He began to use her bras and panties to masturbate into. As most young boys of his age, he had also fantasized about making it with his own mother. And why not, he thought. Even Rohit had commented about how beautiful and sexy his mother looked. Not that Rohit’s mother was less sexy; however, his own mother looked a lot younger than her age, while Rohit’s mom looked her own age.
It happened on a Sunday morning. Their parents had left early in the morning to catch a morning show of an English movie with Rohit’s parents. Rohit and his sister Asha (an year older than Sonia) were to come down to their place in the afternoon. Sonia was down in the kitchen listening to some music blaring from the TV. He was lying on his bed, book in one hand, cock in the other.
She had entered the room, apparently in search of a book she wanted.
“Jeeze, Sonia, don’t you know how to knock?” he stammered, trying to stuff his erect cock back into his shorts.
“What are you doing?” she counter questioned, her eyes staring between his legs.
“None of your damned business,” he answered, succeeding in pushing his hard on inside his shorts.
“You are awfully big there!” she exclaimed, now stepping inside the room, not at all over awed by the situation.
He was surprised at her brazen attitude. He had expected her to be equally embarrassed, if not more, than he was. He suddenly became aware of her lush and coltish body; she was dressed in cut off jeans that reached to her mid-thigh and clung to her round ass. Her tight sleeveless T-shirt accentuated her firm tits jutting out in front of her.
“You are not exactly small there,” he told her gesturing at her chest with his hands, which still held the book.
She looked down at her breasts and grinned. “I know. My friends tell me that I am the biggest not only at class but the whole damned school. And like you, all the guys there can’t keep their eyes away from them.”
“Who said I keep looking at them?” he asked her, gaining in confidence now that he realized that her reaction to the situation was remarkably cool; in fact, he began to feel his erection grow, and he withdrew his hand that had been covering his crotch, letting his legs spread apart, no longer trying to hide the bulge from his sister’s view.
“Don’t crap me,” she said. “We girls are blessed with a special instinct, you know. I have caught you stealing glances at my chest and legs on a number of occasions.”
“Big deal,” he snorted.
“Hey,” she said, her voice falling to a whisper. “Please show me your cock, will you?”