“Why don’t you give Ramani another cup of coffee?” Her mother spoke to bring her roaming thoughts back into the kitchen.
Ramani, like most south Indians has always been fond of coffee. Had it been earlier, Sadhana would have rushed upstairs to hand over a steaming cup of coffee to her beloved brother. However, she was left with no alternative as she knew her mother can’t climb the stairs. Somehow she gathered the courage, made a cup of filter coffee and reached upstairs with her heart beating fast.
Ramani looked fresh as always since he had the habit of taking bath well before sunrise. She could see his eyes widening immediately after she entered his room. She forced a smile and went close enough to hand over the coffee cup.
“Sit down. Sadhana,” Ramani ordered with a mischievous smile on his face. Sadhana almost dropped the coffee cup on the table.
“I just came to give you coffee,” Sadhana tried to speak firmly as if to indicate that she wasn’t interested in whatever nonsense her brother might be having in his wicked mind.
“Just a couple of minutes,” Ramani leaned forward, gripped her right hand and unexpectedly pulled her towards him. Her worst fears had become true the very next day. Sadhana suddenly found her sitting on her brother’s laps while his hands were holding her waist very hard indeed.
“What are you doing? I have lot of………………………….”
Sadhana could not complete as Ramani’s lustful mouth devoured her lips and began chewing them vigorously. Sadhana struggled to get away but only momentarily. She closed her eyes in disbelief and disgust while she could feel her brother’s tongue popping out of his mouth and teasing her inside her. She felt her brother’s hard right in between her butt cheeks and heard him breathe hard in excitement. Ramani got bolder as his right hand came from nowhere to get inside her nightie. His fingers were exploring in between her left breast and her bra and soon they found her puffy nipple. His left hand began rolling her nightie upwards, well above her waist as she helplessly watched her brother seducing her unmindful of whatever little protest she was showing. Ramani ended his prolonged kiss soon and rested his lips on her shoulders.
“Sadhana,” His voice sounded full of passion. “You have become so beautiful after marriage.”
Sadhana felt it disgusting listening such things from her brother as his left hand motioned as though he wanted to pull off her nightie through the top.
“Ramani Please,” Sadhana pleaded but wasn’t doing enough to resist whatever he was trying to do. Ramani almost gave an opportunity to get relieved as both of his hands began caressing her shiny thighs. However, Ramani got smarter as his hands regained her breasts yet again. Ramani’s dhoti had gone ajar and as such she could feel the hair on his upper thighs on her soft skin. It was perhaps the most delicate moment of her life, feeling the body of a man other than her husband. She never had the slightest clue that her brother would be so strong. While his hands strayed all over her breasts and stomach, her mind began showing signs of a probable defeat.