The Childhood Games
This is a true sex story and none of the facts has been remolded to alter the eroticism. I won’t shy away from describing myself as a young, desperate, 20-something horny guy. I am what I am. I am just like most of the males in India (a country that is horribly sex deprived). I am Kanan from Kolkata, a recently graduated engineer from NIT Patna with a degree in Civil Engineering and currently undergoing a training at L&T Kolkata. My dad is an army officer and my mother is a banker at ICICI. My sister Shreya who is 2 years younger to me is pursuing homeopathy from NIH Kolkata. The sex story is about the time when Shreya was in class XIIth and I was in 2nd year of my engineering. It was the month of June and I was home for 60 days of summer vacation. It was scorching heat around Kolkata with a hell lot of humidity that made things only worse. Dad was posted in Sikkim and mom had a 9 to 5 job which left Shreya and me alone in the house for the whole day. Shreya had her separate room to herself because she needed to study for her 12th board exams and medical entrance exams. During my summer vacations, Shreya usually shared her room with me. Though Shreya was my own sister, I have always had a strong crush on her since childhood. She was as bold as all Bengali women. She was fair and tall, had a round face with long hair tied to her back in a neat pony tail. She usually wore a skirt and a top in the house. All in all, she looked elegant, bold, and beautiful almost always. Despite my strong crush on Shreya, I had never done anything wrong with her and neither thought about doing something of sorts. But one fine day things took an odd turn. It was just another ordinary day and I woke up at 10 o’ clock. Mom was already gone; she used to leave her office at 8 in the morning. Shreya was sitting in a chair in the corner of our room. Her legs were straight up on the small table kept just in front of her. She had a book in her hand. She woke up at 6 a.m every day to study. Shreya looked up towards me and smiled. “Good morning, bhaiya. Wake up! It is too late now. Mumma has kept some sandwiches in the kitchen. Go and eat.” I smiled back, nodding my head in reply. Shreya quickly turned back to her book and continued studying. My eyes, however, caught hold of something else. As Shreya shifted back in her chair, folding her legs in a crossed position, she revealed a lot of what was mysteriously hidden inside her skirt. Her teenage pussy was clearly visible between the folds of her skirt. She had not worn a panty. My eyes were transfixed inside her skirt. It was as if, something didn’t allow me to look away. I felt lured to keep on staring at it forever. I was looking at Shreya’s womanhood for the first time. Shreya had turned 18 just two months back. She was an adult. And the thick, dark pussy that peeped out of the skirt was just an evidence of her adulthood. She had a beautiful pinkish labia, surrounded by a thick line of disheveled hair which gave it a tinge of darkness. My mouth was wide open with a strange hunger setting within when suddenly Shreya shifted in her chair again, this time closing her legs back. She was still studying, unaware of all that was going on in my mind. Go to indiansexstories dot net to read more real life sexual encounters. I didn’t realize when my dick stood up with a boner all of a sudden. I hid it under the elastic of my boxers as I got up from my bed and walked towards the bathroom in a haste and brushed my teeth and began taking a shower. My mind was still engrossed with what I just saw a couple of minutes back. My heart was still pulsating in excitement. After having a shower, I reached for the towel which was kept on a rod on one of the walls and once again, my eyes fell onto something else. Just next to the towel, was a pair of Calvin Klein panties. They were Shreya’s underwear. One was a dull brown and another was black in color. Both were dirty and Shreya must have kept them for washing. Almost in an instant I picked up the panties and brought them close to my nose. And, I sniffed them. My eyes were closed as I breathed in the scent. A raw sweaty smell was fresh as a hint of moisture could be easily felt on them. I smelled them for a couple of minutes and brought it close to my mouth. I put my tongue out and licked it gently while my left hand was subtly stroking my penis. AND ALL OF A SUDDEN THE DOOR CREAKED OPEN! I turned around in a jiffy. The panties were still in my hand. It was Shreya. Maybe the door wasn’t locked properly. “What are you doing bhaiya?” Shreya spoke with shock stirred in her voice. ” I was just…. umm… actually, Shreya…” I couldn’t speak. Shreya walked away without any further interrogation. I was left embarrassed. The panties were still in my hand. I looked down and the boner was gone. I kept the panties back on the rod as I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. Shreya was sitting on the chair just as before. She looked up at me. Maybe, she was expecting a justification from me. “I am sorry, Shreya! I was carried away. I am really sorry. I just couldn’t control my hormones.” I spoke. “Did you really fantasize about me? I mean, you fantasized about your own sister?” Shreya looked straight into my eyes. I kept quiet. I had no words. It was better to stay silent. Suddenly Shreya burst out into an uncontrollable laughter. She laughed out loud, jumping back in her chair. “Look at your face bhaiya! You look so scared! Hahahahahaha!” Shreya was still laughing. I was shocked. How could she laugh in such an hour of seriousness? “What is there to laugh about it Shreya? I was appalled. “It’s okay! Don’t act innocent now. I don’t have any problem with you sniffing my panties. But tell me one thing bhaiya! Shreya spoke, still smiling. “What?” I cut short. “Did you really fantasize about me? Am I that hot? Not a single boy has ever flirted with me.