Incest Fun with Sister

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And Didi came closer. She stood beside me almost touching me but not like yesterday. She must have felt awkward to press herself on me. I mean before she used to stand innocently pressing her boobs on me. But knowingly how could she press herself on me when she knew what I would do. As she came closer I pulled her more closer by my hand. Now her breast was pressing against my triceps like yesterday. I waited for five minutes and put my hand on her breast. And again I had ride to heaven. I pressed, squeezed her breast more confidently. As I told, material of her Kurta and bra was so thin her nipple grew hard. I started to pinched her nipple through my thumb and forefinger. Every time I would pinch she would twitch. A light sigh would come from her mouth.

"Slowly...! That hurts", all she said in low voice. I slow down and started to fondle her breast gently.

We were talking about some boring subjects pretending like we're in deep conversation but actually I was feeling her boobs under our arms. Mother called up her from inside and she left.

This kept going like that 2/3 days. I was fondling Didi's breast more confidently. Only problem was I could feel only one breast at a time. I mean when she would stand on left side that I could fondle only left breast and vice versa. Actually I wanted to feel her both boobs at same time. But that wasn't possible in that place position. I started to think about that.

One evening I was sitting in the hall watching Tv. Mother and Didi was in the kitchen preparing dinner. After some time didi finished her help and came in the hall. I was sitting on bed with my back against wall and stretching my legs. She came and sat on bed. She checked on screen what's going on and found uninteresting. She just took newspaper lying on bed and started to read that. After finishing covering page she opened next page and started to look inside news. She was sitting on bed in Indian style spreading newspaper front of heron my right side. My stretched legs were barely touching her thighs. We could see mother working in the kitchen from there.

I was watching didi's back since she sat there. She was wearing white T-shirt. Material of that T-shirt was also thin that I could clearly see strap of her black bra through it. Seeing didi's sexy back I got excited. Suddenly I realised something and smiled happily in my mind. I put my right hand on her back. As I touched her she stiffened. I started to move my hand on her back up and down.

"What you're doing Sonu? She asked in low voice.

"Nothing! Just feeling your back", I replied.

"Are you crazy? Ma would see us from kitchen", she said in low worried tone.

"How could she?" I said to her.

"What do you mean? She questioned.

"I mean! You're holding paper front of you. All she could see is your head only if she turned." I replied smartly.

"Smart little bastard!" all she said in low voice.

Didi holds newspaper spreading open front of her and kept reading. I started to move my hand on her smooth back. I was tracing even outline of her bra through T-shirt. I kept moving couple of minutes. Then slowly move my hand on her right side under her armpit. I move just little bit there up and down and then leaning forward I reached for her right breast. I placed my full hand on Didi's breast and started to fondle. After fondling some time I placed my left hand also on her left breast and started to fondle both breast together.

Didi had not resisted. She remained quite holding paper in front with her hand. I got bolder now. Slowly I came again on her back moving only right hand up and down. While going down I started to pull her T-shirt up. It wasn't coming up as it was tugged under her buttock. I pulled it forcedly but it couldn't. Slowly I called her,

"Didi! Please just..."

Didi already knew what was in my mind. She just raised her ass little and her T-shirt came out from under. I again move my hand upward and while coming down just insert it under her T-shirt. What a soft skin was hers! I started to move my hand on her bare back under her T-shirt. Automatically T-shirt was raising up all around giving me view of her full back. I gathered T-shirt fully up and observed her backside.

Didi's skin was looking smooth and shining. Her black colour bra was emphasising on her fare skin. Her bra must have tight as her skin was bulging around straps. Those bra straps was coming from her shoulder up to middle of horizontal strap and making perfect curve going under her arm. I could see her left breast partly from there. What a sight it was!

I slowly traced outline of Didi's bra on her back. She shivered when I touched her so softly (I could see her soft hair stuck out with excitement). After tracing complete out line on her back I went under her arms tracing further. With my both hands and cupped her bra claps breast gently. Definitely it was feeling more exciting as one layer of garment was less. didi's nipple was erect due to fondling and it was more pleasurable pinching them through bra. I kept squeezing and pinching her breast and nipple few more time.

That entire time mother was cooking in the kitchen. We could see her from where we were as Her back was on our side. Occasionally she would turn or walked in the kitchen to take something. All she could see from there was didi's head inside newspaper and my feet. Never ever in her wildest dream she would imagine her little son was fondling her daughters breast in front of her. I was amazed by Didi that how she was allowing me to fondle her breast without any resistant.

I wasn't going to loose this opportunity. Taking full advantage of this I brought my hand again on didi's back and started to unhook her bra (her bra was back hook type). I couldn't do it easily, as her bra was too tight. Before she realised anything hook of her bra opened and strap felled under her armpit.

Didi just straitened and about to say something me when mother entered in hall. I hurriedly pulled her T-shirt down and smoothen it. Mother talked something with her while taking something from bedside. Didi replied her still keeping her head in newspaper. From side she could see didi's back and me sitting behind her. But she hadn't suspected anything.

After some time mother went back in the kitchen. Didi just looked her from top of news paper any said to me in low voice,

"Come on Sonu! Hook my bra"

"What? I'm not sure whether I could"

"Why? You know how to unhook it and doesn't know how to hook it?"

"I mean! Its too tight Didi!"

"That I don't know! You unhook it then you have to hook it" she said in furious tone.

"But Didi... why don't you do yourself?" I asked her.

"I can't dump head! I have to take my hands back and then we'll give good show to mother haa?"

I couldn't understand what to do. I said I'd try and put my hand under her T-shirt. I pulled bra strap from under her armpit both sides. And tried to hook it. But bra was too tight that I couldn't hook it. All the time we were keeping eye on mother in the kitchen. She almost finished her cooking and any moment will turned in the hall.

Didi waited for some time and said in husky voice, "here! Hold this paper you dump head! I'll do it".

I raised my arms up holding newspaper around Didi's both sides. As I hold it firmly cover her she tugged her hand under T-shirt on backside and started to hook her bra. I was watching her act from back. It was bit difficult for her also but she managed to hook it. As she finished and brought her hand front holding paper mother entered in the hall again. She sat on bed beside us and started to talk with didi.

I slipped from there heading to toilet. No need to tell that I was hard and horny touching didi's breast that I masturbated in the toilet thinking about whole incident.

*****

Next day when we were standing in the balcony Didi said to me,

"Hey Sonu! We were almost caught yesterday haa! I was so embarrassed".

"yah! I know. I'm sorry for that Didi. Your bra was so tight that I couldn't manage it"

"It was difficult for me also as it was too awkward to take hand back side".

"Then how you manage to put it every time Didi?" I asked mischievously.

"We do normally...." she started to tell me but realised I'm getting naughty with her. She just smiled faintly and said,

"You'll know that some time later on"

"Can I ask you something Didi?

"Yes! Go ahead"

"Why don't you buy front hook bra?"

"It's very private question little boy!" she replied.

"Hey! You know Didi very well I'm not boy anymore. Just tell me"

"Because... because... there isn't any specific reason but yes! There is. Its costly than back hook bra"

"Don't worry about money", I said to Didi, "I'll give you money"

"Oh! You got so much money haa! Ok! Give me 100 rupees then", Didi said mischievously.

"OK! Here it is", saying that I took out my valet and handed her 100 rupees.

Didi surprised and taken back saying, "oh no! I was just kidding. I don't need money".

"Oh come on Didi! Take it for me. I want you to buy those. Please don't say no".

Saying that I thrust that money in her hand. She thought for little while and said,

"Ok Brother! I really don't want to disappoint you so I am taking your money but only this time. OK!"

"Oh! Thanks Didi!"

I said to Didi and started to go inside but turned and said her again,

"Didi! Buy black colour haa. I like black colour very much".

"You... little shaitaan!! You're so much interested in my undergarments haa!"

"And haa! Don't forget to buy matching panti....