This incident happened when I was 18 years old. I had developed a very bad addiction to watching adult movies. Whenever I saw someone, my mind would start thinking about those things. Seeing every girl’s figure, my heart would want to pounce on her right then.
I had gone to my aunt’s house for a few days’ vacation. My aunt’s daughter had also come from college for vacation – I used to call her sister, though her name is Nisha. My aunt’s house is not very big, just 2 rooms. In one room my aunt and uncle live. In the other, Nisha sister lives.
At night when we all ate and were going to sleep. Then my aunt said you sleep in your sister’s room, your bed is set up there. I said “okay.” My aunt went to her room to sleep.
I went to sister’s room to sleep. Inside a separate small bed was set up for me, I went and lay on it.
As soon as sister came out of the bathroom. My mind started thinking only of adult movie scenes. She was wearing a nighty. From which her bra and panty were clearly visible. My attention was only on her.
Every day she would sleep like this, sometimes in top-shorts, sometimes in nighty. Every day I would watch her and start masturbating taking her name. But I was also scared to go near her.
One night I couldn’t control myself. I saw she was in deep sleep. Her boobs were moving up and down with breathing. My heart was beating fast.
I gathered courage and got up. And then slowly went to her bed. My feet were trembling. But they say when there’s hunger for sex, nothing is visible ahead. My hand went to her boobs. A current-like feeling! So soft, so warm! I was scared but touching felt good too.
That night I kept playing with her boobs for 10-15 minutes – kept pressing, slowly caressing. Her breathing had become faster. Then I went back to my bed.
Like this I did it for 3-4 days. When I touched her boobs her breathing would become faster. I felt as if she was waking up, just pretending to sleep. And she started talking to me much more. In a few days we started joking and laughing. But at night after she slept, I didn’t stop playing with her boobs.
One day we were sitting and talking like this. I thought let me try today. Gathering courage I asked. “Do you have any boyfriend?”
Sister remained silent looking at me for a moment. I thought seems she got angry. But hearing her answer brought life back to my body. “Yes, I have a boyfriend.”
Then she asked me the same, “Do you have any girlfriend?”
I said shaking my head, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Sister laughed, “You’ve grown so big and couldn’t get one girl.”
“Now don’t make fun of me.” I said innocently.
Sister: I’m not making fun of you. In my college, all boys of your age have girlfriends and they enjoy with their girlfriends.”
“Then your boyfriend must also touch you, then do you feel something?”
She smiled, “No, I don’t feel anything. Anyway I don’t let him touch much?”
“I get ticklish if someone touches me,” I said.
She laughed, “You get ticklish? Come on, don’t lie.”
“Really sister, don’t you get ticklish?” I asked.
She said, “No, I don’t feel anything, I enjoy it.”
I gathered courage and said, “Sister, shall I try once and show you that you’ll feel ticklish?”
She thought for a few moments, then said, “Okay, try.”
I put my hand on her neck. She lay down with eyes closed. I slowly started moving my hands on her body – from her neck to shoulders, then her soft boobs.
I pressed her boobs slowly, when sister didn’t say anything. Then I started pressing more slowly. Her breathing had become faster. Like she was breathing when I caressed her while she was sleeping. Meaning she was actually awake, meaning she was pretending.
I decided this is the opportunity. As soon as I kissed her neck.
Suddenly she got up and said, “What are you doing Karan?”
I got scared. “I… you only told me to tickle… but you’re not feeling anything?”
She smiled. “Crazy! You don’t know yet how tickling happens?”
“I know sister. But you’re not feeling it,” I said.
She said, “Come, I’ll show you how real tickling happens.”
She got up and lifted her nighty up to her waist. She had worn nothing underneath. Her fair thighs and that private part were clearly visible. I lost my senses just seeing it.
“What you did on my neck, now do it here,” she said, gesturing towards her inner thighs.
I got up and started kissing her thighs. Sister had closed her eyes. I started licking her thighs with my tongue.
Suddenly sister grabbed my hair and pulled my face up – right in front of her pussy. It was completely pink and wet.
“If you kiss here I’ll feel ticklish,” she said.
I felt strange but I kissed. Then sister opened both folds of her pussy with her hand – so that clitoris became clearly visible.
“Lick this,” she said.
I did exactly that. Started licking her clitoris with my tongue. Strange sounds were coming from her mouth – “Aahhh… yeaaan… harder…”
She was lifting her ass and pressing her pussy on my mouth. Then sister took her hand to her pussy and inserted her fingers inside – started fingering.
I was watching that. Then she grabbed my hair again and put my mouth on the clitoris.
“Lick it… lick with tongue…” she shouted.
I started licking. With one hand I was also pressing her boobs. This time her pussy was fully open – she had removed her nighty too. She had lain completely naked in front of me.
After some time she started making loud sounds. “I’m coming… aaahhh… oohhh… it’s coming out…”
Sister pressed my mouth very hard on her pussy. Lifted her ass and started slapping on my mouth like slapping, and fingering fast in and out.
“Oohhh… Karan… ohhh… yes… yes…yes… I’m coming…”
Then she became calm. Breathing was fast.
“Understood?” she said, “This is how real tickling happens.”
I said, “Yes sister, understood.”
After that for some days this became a daily routine. At night when everyone slept, then we two would do this in our room. Sometimes I would lick her pussy, sometimes she would suck my cock – and drink each other’s fluids. But sister didn’t let me fuck, I tried a lot but she said do whatever you want but not this. For as many days as I stayed, I drank plenty of sister’s pussy juices.
Then I went back to my home. After that we didn’t meet for 2 years. And when we met again, sister herself came forward. The rest of the story some other time, for now goodbye 👋