Finally, we were in Madurai. I felt like jumping in joy the moment we entered the hotel room. I was nervous too wondering as to how and when I should take the first step in seducing my sister.
“You are a wonderful brother,” Raji said as we relaxed after a typical south Indian lunch. “I know you are risking a lot for our sake.”
“It’s alright,” I quipped with a smile.
“I wish we can reciprocate whatever you did for us,” Raji kept speaking.
“I am sure you can,” I said with a broader smile.
“Tell me how,” Raji came closer to me on the sofa.
“You look very tired,” I said with genuine concern. “Let’s talk about it in the evening.”
She was persistent for a while and kept asking me what exactly I meant. I had made up my mind to relax a while after a tedious bus journey. While I preferred to stretch myself on the chair, Raji slept on the cot. I kept watching her breasts heaving in and out as she breathed before I slumped into a brief sleep myself. When I woke up around five in the evening, she was watching the television muting the sound. We had some nice coffee after which we got ready to go to the famous Meenakshi Temple that was in striking distance from our hotel. I wasn’t giving a clue after returning to the hotel and even after we retreated to the room after dinner.
“Now, let me know what you have in your mind,” Raji spoke after emerging from the bathroom with a loose nightie on. I still feared it was a bit too early.
“I hope you won’t mind if I sleep on the bed,” I deliberately changed the topic although I knew that her reply would perhaps give me the encouragement I was looking for.
“Of course I won’t,” Raji replied sounding unduly surprised. “After all this is a double bed.”
“Thanks Raji,” I said with a glee. I presumed deeds would talk louder than words. I remembered to have slept with Raji on the same bed when we were kids. Things changed once she attained puberty and understandably so, in a family that still held the conventions as close as possible. Perhaps, the distance between me and my sister had flared up my curiosity about her. We hardly touched each other and when we did, we used to apologize as if we had committed some sin. From a thin puny girl, Raji blossomed into a curvy sexy woman kindling my desires for her all the time.
“Are you thinking about something?” Raji interrupted while I was almost immersed in memories.
“Yes. Somewhat,” I replied with a sigh. “I was wondering why Karan hasn’t called yet.”
“Don’t worry,” She smiled. “He might be calling late tonight.”
So, after almost eight years, here I was lying on the same bed with my sister. I gathered the courage and let my right hand to rest on her forehead. She smiled at me and closed her eyes as my fingers began stroking her hair. She wasn’t reacting when my fingers trailed through her cheeks and on her neck. She opened her eyes and looked at me with surprise after my fingers traced around her soft lips. I held her lower lips with my fingers and gave them a gentle squeeze.
“I can’t believe that you are the same mischievous girl,” I said while I inched further towards her body. “Do you remember those playful days? We were always together. We ate together. We slept together and even bathed together.”