Sister madness - Part 1
Disclaimer: Every character in this story might be a work of fiction. This is an adult story, so please read only if you are 18+. I am currently a full-time employee of a large corporation. In that corporation, I am a CRM specialist, and I got to do all the stuff. I stay in a 1 BK apartment a little far from the metro city (to save money, of course). At my home, there is my father, mother, and Jyoti (my sister, we adopted her from my father’s friend as they died in a car accident during her childhood. She was 2 years old at that time). They are all in a village which is 2 days away (train journey time) from my current location. My father was a farmer, and now, as I am established, I am helping him to make a house of our own, and the work is continuing. My mother is a housewife and Jyoti is studying nursery now. As you might have guessed, she is the one with whom I had a never-forgotten time. If I have to say, her body shape is perfect. She has 32 DD measurements with fair white skin. Her body shape is like Kat Dennings and her face is like Elizabeth Olsen. I was busy with my work so I hadn’t gone to the village for 6 months, and she had been going to the hostel to study. She reached home 3 months back. I haven’t seen her for nearly 3 years, and we had lots of conversations on Mobile only. Now she is in our village. My job requires me to work 5 days a week in the office and 0.5 days work from home. It’s tiring but I have to do the work for money. Hmm, off-topic. Let’s start with the content. It was Friday evening and I got a call from my father. He said that Jyoti had an entrance exam located in my work city. He wanted me to fetch her and bring her here. Jyoti took the phone from Papa and said – Jyoti: Hi bro, how are you? Today, I got the exam location. I was telling paa-maa that I could go to your place alone and surprise you, but they said straight no. Me: Exactly, I am going to fetch you. Jyoti: Ha! Father: Ok, come tomorrow and take her to your place. Me: Ok. I booked an instant flight. It was at 0:30 am. Then I rushed home and made all the preparations to go there. After a flight, 5 hours of train, and 2 hours of bus travel, I reached the village. There I met with some friends and headed to our house. I reached the house, and someone closed my eyes from behind, and some soft stuff was pressed on my back. I said at once: Jyoti! Then my adopted sister opened and came to the front and hugged me. Her hands were smaller and I was a big guy with a muscular body. So she pressed her body closer to meet her two hands on the back of mine. This was a play we used to play since childhood crushing each other like some wrestlers. Her chest was firmly pressed against my chest and kinda my heartbeat was racing like hell. Mother: Jyoti, let him rest a little. Come, eat this malayi. My adopted sister loves all milk-related stuff. Maybe that was why her mammary glands were bigger. I have read one article about how eating milk stuff increases breast size and makes them soft. Although I hadn’t touched her directly, I knew she must be having soft breasts. She ran and pulled the malayi pot towards her, sitting on a small bed where usually everyone who comes to our house (like, a sofa). I sat beside her after I freshened up and stole her half of malayi and ate it. She became angry and jumped on me playing like a cat. That is what love is all about. We fought for some time on that bed until she got her stamina low. Her dress was a little out of order due to the fight and I saw a glimpse of her cleavage from that. Then my mother asked her to take a bath and asked me to eat anything. Me: Let Jyoti come, we will eat together. Give Paa to eat. He might have some work. So maa served him. Father: When are you going? Me: This Monday. I talked to the client, and my manager also approved for work from home. So, I am thinking of going on Monday. Mother: No, Monday will be your 3rd day, so it will cause harm. You go on Tuesday. Paa nodded, me too. I was sitting and Jyoti shouted. Jyoti: Bro, give me the towel; I have forgotten. Then I stood up and reached her drawer, fetched her towel, and was about to hand it over to her. To my surprise, she opened the bathroom door, only covering her body with a wet towel. Her shapes were perfectly seen although the towel was thick. She stretched her right hand towards me for a towel and I handed it. She smiled and took it. After drying herself, she came out with the towel and saw me. Jyoti: Haven’t eaten yet? Me: Waiting for you. She rushed to the drawer, fetched a white tee shirt, and dressed up. She usually wears a full dress up to her neck (some have buttons on them, so nothing much was revealed). Then my mother gave us milk, rice, curry, and fry, and we ate with our stomachs full. Father hadn’t left home and asked to make a tatkal ticket on Tuesday. I nodded and he left. After we ate, we went to sleep. Our house was 2 bhk. One was for mother and father, and another for us two. We slept on the bed. She was a hell sleeper. She never woke up unless you shouted in her ear. I used to be tired of waking her up in the morning. And she had the habit of suckling her thumb while asleep, a bad habit but she couldn’t leave it. Then I slept by her side. Although I was in the village, it was still a hot day, and I woke up out of hotness (thanks to the sun). But when I woke up, it was heavy. It felt like I was buried underneath something. I opened my eyes and saw my adopted sister’s right hand was on my neck and her two legs were on my thigh. My left hand was only free. She had her whole body on my right hand. I tried to pull my right hand out. But first I lowered her hand from my neck and got a grasp of breath. Then I pushed her legs off my body sliding her side. When I tried to pull my hand, I felt a strange sensation. My hand was in between my adopted sister’s two boobs. I could feel them as I slid out. It was difficult.