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When she turned fifteen, my sister Shilpa started going to the same school as me and sort of got in my view every now and then. Some of the guys would come around sniffing out about my sister, wanting to know how old she was, and did she ever fool around, and that kind of stuff. Well, naturally I’d growl and make mean noises and then go sniffing after their sisters.
When she turned fifteen, my sister Shilpa started going to the same
school as me and sort of got in my view every now and then. Some of
the guys would come around sniffing out about my sister, wanting to
know how old she was, and did she ever fool around, and that kind of
stuff. Well, naturally I’d growl and make mean noises and then go
sniffing after their sisters. It wasn’t that I was all that
protective about Shilpa. It was just that I couldn’t imagine anybody
wanting to do anything like that with such a little brat. I mean, she
was a real little snot, you know. In hindsight, you could hardly
blame her really. So that’s the way things were for a couple of
months.
My little sister was just a kind of noise that lived in one end of
our house. Then one night I got the midnight munchies real bad. I
hadn’t fucked my girlfriend for a few days, so I was kind of restless
and decided to go downstairs and pig-out on some patties. Our house
was two floors with Mom’s bedroom on the second floor, and Shilpa’s
bedroom on the ground floor, near the downstairs bathroom. In the
dark, I sort of groped my way down the stairs and headed for the
refrigerator. Shilpa’s room is the last door before the kitchen, and
as I moved down the hallway, I noticed her door was open a couple of
inches, and the light was on. Out of curiosity, I stopped and looked
in. Wow! I couldn’t believe it! There was my naked little kid sister
standing in front of her mirror, but the sister I used to know wasn’t
there anymore. This one had little curves and bumps in places she
never had when we went skinny-dipping a couple of years ago. She now
had a little curve to her butt and her hips seemed to be wider. She
was still skinny, and she was still definitely a kid, but there were
differences! Shilpa was staring at herself in the mirror when I
peeked in, and therefore facing away from me.
In the mirror, I could see her from toes to forehead. Where there
used to be a navel on a flat, muscular board, there was now a gently
curving little belly. Where there was a skinny rib cage with two
nipples on it, there was now a creamy smooth plateau with two perfect
little tits, each with a strawberry tip. Wow! Just for a moment, I
saw my sister as she really was, a cute budding girl, tall, prettier
than average, with a sensual mouth inherited from our mom, and large,
limpid brown eyes, from Dad, no doubt. But before this stunning
realization had time to really grab me, she started doing something
that really blew my mind! Shilpa stood in front of her mirror and
began to posture and turn, staring at her sweet, naked young body.
Like a photographic model, she raised her hands and began to caress
her little breasts, rubbing the nipples between her fingers. She
closed her eyes almost all the way and watched herself through
lowered lashes, biting her lower lip and hissing softly like some
video porn queen! Standing there unnoticed outside my little sister’s
door, I was paralyzed. I’d never seen anything like this before, and
it had my jaw hanging.
It also had my cock rising, but I was too absorbed to notice. Shilpa
kept fondling her little tits until the nipples got hard. They
weren’t very big, so it was hard to tell at that distance, but they
also got darker, and I could certainly see that! Then, she slowly
lowered one hand and began to caress her slender young body all over,
running her hands over her flanks and her belly, squeezing herself
gently on the rump. She was also raising one leg and lowering it,
rubbing the front of one calf against the back of the other. She kept
working closer and closer to her hairless little choot. Shilpa was
breathing harder and harder, and so was I as I stared at my sister’s
gorgeous young body in total disbelief! Then, like she was giving
herself a reward, Shilpa sighed and slid her hand between her legs.
In the mirror, I could see her very gently and sensuously moving her
middle finger back and forth across her little choot, dipping it into
the crack a little bit each time. I knew what she was doing, and it
turned me on something fierce.
My little sister was actually bringing herself off with her finger,
and I was watching her do it!! Then, Sis took her hand off her tits
and put it against the mirror. Steadying herself, she spread her legs
and bent her knees awkwardly, then slid her other hand slowly
downward and inward, her skinny middle finger disappearing to the
hilt. Wow! That really turned me on, and I grabbed my rock-hard cock
and began to rub it, imagining what it would be like to put my stiff
prick into that tiny, pink little hole. As I watched, Shilpa crouched
over with her knees spread, bracing herself against the mirror, with
her finger moving in and out of her hot little cunt. And there was me
with my Lund up and my jaw down, staring through her partly-open door
with my eyes about a foot out of my head and my mouth full of glue.
We really would have made a weird scene if anybody had come along.
Fortunately nobody did. Sis just kept on stroking her cunt and I just
kept on staring and rubbing my cock. After a couple of minutes,
though, I could see her legs beginning to tremble from the strain of
the awkward position. I wondered why she didn’t just lie down on the
bed.
As if reading my mind, Shilpa did that very thing. Actually, she kind
of scuttled into her bed, never taking her finger out of her hairless
little choot for a second. When she lay down, her feet were pointed
straight at me. I got a perfect view right up between her legs, where
all the action was going on. She was making all sorts of moans but
all in whispers, like part of her was really into her diddling, but
part was aware that she was in a house where other people were
asleep. It was pretty strange to listen to, but who listened! I was
so busy panting and sweating and rubbing my cock! Shilpa was plugging
herself fast and furious, with her legs spread wide and rigid on the
bed and her other arm flung over her eyes. She kept clenching and
unclenching the hand on that arm, raking her nails across her palm.
She must really be close! Sis began to suck in her breath in heavy
gasps, and her legs and belly began to tremble and twitch. She
started saying “Ooooohhh, Oooohhh,” really low and throaty, just like
my girlfriend does when I’m throwing the bone to her and she’s about
to come. I’d never heard that kind of sound out of Shilpa before.
Then she gritted her teeth and clamped her hand over her mouth. She
went “Uuhhmmmphh!” and shoved her ass straight up into the air. I
could see a couple of drops of juice fall from her cunt. Wow! Shilpa
dropped back on her bed and took a few long, shaky breaths. Her hands
fell away to her sides and her whole body went limp and relaxed. The
area around her little titties and around her pussy was red and
mottled. She looked very happy with herself. Then she sighed and
squirmed her way into a more comfortable position. She rolled her
head to the side and glanced casually toward the door. As her eyes
went wide, I realized that during the heat of things, the door had
swung almost halfway open. There I stood, my jaw hanging, with a big,
stiff dick jutting out in front of me. Shilpa leapt upright in the
bed, her eyes wide with fear and guilt. Then a look of pure hatred
came over her. “Get out!” she hissed, low but venomous. “Get out of
my room, you pervert! Get out!” She wore her nightgown. I grinned. “I
just hang around outside your window at night and take pictures. I
never would think to stand in your door… which you NEVER close.”
She stuck her chin out defiantly, which thrust her tits against her
nightgown. My cock began to twitch in my pants. “It’s my room and I
can do what I want in it. You have no right to invade my
privacy.” “What privacy?”, I countered. “You leave your door open
like you’re inviting the whole world in. If you want privacy just
shut your door!” She flounced off the bed. “Okay! I will, then!” As
Shilpa stormed across the room, the gown parted and her pert little
tits slid into view, like two pink ice cream cones with a raspberry
nipple on each. God, she was turning me on! She came to the door and
tried to close it. I jammed my foot in the frame and stuck my
shoulder through. “Hey! Wait a minute Shilpa, I’m not trying to make
you mad.” She hesitated a moment and I gently pushed the door back
open and came into her room. “… and I’m not spying on you.
After all, your door was open…” I sat on the edge of her bed. “…
besides, what more could I see than what I saw tonight?” She gave me
a venomous look. “Don’t you dare mention that, Vicky bhaiya! Don’t
you ever mention it to anybody!” I raised an indignant eyebrow. “Boy,
for somebody who’s been doing something like that, you sure are self-
righteous, Sis!” She softened a little and came over to the
bed. “Ohhh, Vicky bhaiya! You won’t tell, will you? Mom would get
awfully mad.” I knew Mom would probably understand completely, but I
saw my chance here. “Shit, I won’t tell, Sis,” I smiled, shaking my
head, “It’s just something between you and me, right?” I let that
little hint sink in. I was making myself apart of her little sex
conspiracy, and Shilpa didn’t have much choice but to accept me.
I could tell by her long, thoughtful look that she realized what I
was doing. And I could also tell that she didn’t really mind. In
fact, she seemed to be pleased! “Besides,” I added softly, “you saw
as much of me as I saw of you. And after all, I’m your big brother.
You should trust me.” I laid my hand on her leg. She shuddered a
little, but did nothing to remove it. “Shit, Shilpa,” I
added, “everybody does that. You’re not the first girl that’s ever
played with herself, you know.” Shilpa sat with her eyes down for a
short time. Then she put her hand on my arm, the one that was on her
thigh. “I don’t know why I do it, Vicky bhaiyya. It makes me feel all
funny inside. It feels good.” “I know, Shilpa,” I patted her thigh,
then began to rub it softly. “It’s a natural thing.” I slid my hand
up Shilpa’s thigh slowly, enjoying the wonderfully soft warmth of it.
She stiffened again and her hand gripped my wrist convulsively, but
she didn’t really try to stop me.
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