Sister's Submission to Save Her Brother's Job - Part 1
I am Dev, a 22-year-old guy from Delhi. I am a recent passout of engineering and now doing a job. I have a mom, dad and sis in the family. We are a middle-class Punjabi family. Today, I am sharing my fantasy. It all started last year. It was my 21st birthday. It was a cold winter night, and the wind was weeping outside our small house. Despite the chill, the warmth of family filled our home, and the atmosphere was cosy. That evening had been filled with laughter and joy as we celebrated my birthday. My cousins, Anushka and Rohit, had come over to join the celebration, and they added more excitement. Anushka was two years older than me, while Rohit was three years older. They were cousins to each other as well, which made our bond even more special. As the night wore on, the house quieted down, and the celebration concluded. As we had a small house, we all cousins decided to sleep in the same room. A small size of the house and the biting cold outside. So, the arrangement was tight, but it also felt comforting to be surrounded by cousins. We lay in a single bed, Ankita then Anushka followed by me, and then Rohit on the other end. A small night lamp dimly lighted the room. I could hear the gentle breathing of them as they drifted off to sleep. I was lying there, recalling the happy moments of the birthday celebration. We all were in the same blanket. The warmth of Anushka’s body next to mine assured me that I drifted into a light sleep. However, after some time, something stirred me awake. I felt a slight movement next to me, and my curiosity got the better of me. I opened my eyes just a bit to see what was happening. Through the dim light, I noticed Rohit’s hand moving subtly under the covers, and to my surprise, he was touching Anushka. At first, I thought it was an accident, a stray movement born of the cold. But as the night progressed, the touches grew bolder, more deliberate. His hand was moving slowly and deliberately, caressing her body. I watched in the shadows, my breath held, as Rohit’s hand traced a line down Anushka’s side. My curiosity grew with each silent touch. I felt a strange mix of emotions—fear, excitement, confusion. My mind raced with confusion and curiosity. What was he doing? The idea of touching my cousin in this way was entirely new to me. My heart pounded in my chest, and a mix of emotions surged through me. I felt a strange curiosity and a growing excitement. Birthday night passed, but my cousins decided to stay one more day. We all enjoyed each other’s company throughout the day. But my mind was continuously thinking of last night, whatever I saw Rohit doing. On that night, Rohit started doing the same. I could no longer ignore it. I reached out to Anushka. My hand was trembling with anticipation and fear, and I tentatively touched Shruti’s arm. Anushka’s breath hitched, and she remained still in sleep, allowing me to continue. My touches were gentle. I explored the curves and valleys of her body. Each touch was a revelation of silent thoughts I had in my mind. Slowly, almost without realizing it, I found myself reaching out to touch Anushka as well. My hand moved tentatively, brushing against her soft skin. The sensation was electrifying, and I felt a surge of adrenaline rush through me. Her skin was warm and smooth, and I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath. I moved my hand cautiously, feeling the curves of her body. Despite the thrill, fear quickly took over. What if Anushka woke up? What if she slapped me or told someone? The fear was overwhelming, and after a few moments, I pulled my hand away and tried to calm my racing heart. I closed my eyes tightly, willing myself to sleep. But the thoughts and sensations of what had just happened kept replaying in my mind. The next day, the events of the previous night kept swirling in my thoughts. I couldn’t shake off the feeling of what had happened. The touch, the sensation, the thrill – it all lingered in my mind. Days turned into weeks, and my curiosity only grew stronger. I started wondering about Anushka, about the way she might have felt, and about the idea of touching her again. But spontaneously, a new thought crept into my mind. If I could touch my cousin, why couldn’t I touch my sister, Ankita? Our family lived in a small house. It was common for us to all sleep on the same bed, from childhood, my father, me, Ankita, and my mother – we all slept side by side. The arrangement was like Dad, then me, then Ankita, and finally Mom. The close quarters of our sleeping arrangement made it easier for me to entertain my growing fantasies. The excitement of touching Ankita began to consume my thoughts. Each night, as we lay in bed, I would wait until everyone was asleep. I thought of approaching Ankita’s body many times. Then, one night, as I lay beside Ankita, the temptation became too strong to resist. My fingers trembled as I slowly reached over. My heart raced with anticipation and fear. The room was silent except for the soft sound of our breathing. I gently placed my hand on her thigh. I felt the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her shorts. I slowly moved my hand upward and was feeling the curve of her butt. My touch was light and hesitant. Ankita remained still, her breathing steady. Days passed, and my daily touches to Ankita in bed, building anticipation for her inside me. The initial days passed in nervousness. But as I gained confidence, my touches became bolder. One night, I slid my hand under her T-shirt. I felt so smooth, the flesh of her stomach was so mesmerizing to feel. The sensation was electrifying into me, and I felt a surge of arousal. Such small steps were putting me close to Ankita day by day. I was moving forward each night. From admiring her in bed to touching each part, my journey started as days passed. I was feeling her every day, but someday, my hand moved higher.