Desisexstory : Fucked sister after drink
Jay, I am 21 and still live with my parents in Mumbai, my sister is called Parul, she is 24 Years, tall, very attractive with 36-29-37 figure, black long hairs and big boobs. She is working in a multinational bank in Mumbai. When she lived at home with us I would often fantasise about her, she was probably the cause of my first hard on. She would come into my bedroom, help me with my homework and talk with me for hours, sitting on my bed, sometimes wearing a just robe that would give me glimpses of her panties or (if I was lucky) a partial view of her tits. I think she probably knew I was taking an interest in her because as I got older her clothing became more revealing, some nights she would wear stockings and short skirts that would ride up or very thin tops with no bra underneath so that her hard nipples would poke through the material.
We would talk about most things, she would tell me about her boyfriends, sometimes going into detail about the things they got up to, she would ask me about the girls I knew and dated, what I got up to with them – I hate to admit it but at that time there was not a lot to tell. To be truthful, when she got married and moved away I was more than a little jealous. Her husband is runing small business, and keeps travelling most of the time. When I heard that her husband is going to US for 4 months and Parul will be continuing her job in Mumbai I was very happy.
I got a call from my sister that she got a new apartment from company. She wants to move from her rented apartment to company apartment. She is planning to sift to that apartment but it needed decorating – would I help? She knew I would, we had always been very close whilst growing up, I told her I would call around to have a look to see what needed doing.
I got there, throughout the week we worked every night till late getting her apartment looking nice, it was good to spend time with Parul again, although it was very hard keeping my mind on the decorating. Parul would wear just shorts and a vest, not bothering with a bra and seeing her nipples poking through the thin material was a distraction, she must have realised what it was doing to me, often bending so that her tiny shorts pulled up into the crack of her ass or her top gaped open to give me a sight of her cleavage. We joked and fooled around a lot while we worked, it was a very nice week, a pity it had to end but we could get it finished if we worked all day Saturday.