Indian brother sister incest, Indian army man returns to experience a sister-brother sex

Indian brother sister incest, Indian army man returns to experience a sister-brother sex, The young man in military green had come to find, only when the bus moved on to the highway, that his purse was missing. He was not sure, where could have he missed it. Not much money was left in it, but for a black and white group photo of his family. Dismissing out of his mind, the chance of a photograph proving a long lost son to his parents, he fished out some money from his hand bag and bought his tickets. He was returning after a long time to find back his family.

When he got down at his native village, it was already getting dark. The house in which he took his birth was occupied by strangers. And also he found that he himself had become a stranger to the whole village. In the twenty years of his absence, all the old known people had disappeared, it seemed. He was perplexed. But, luckily, the village folks could guide him to a known old family.

At the so called Policeman House, where he was directed to, he was greeted by a young woman, wearing a very low cut blouse exposing half of her breasts. Feeling ill at ease to look at her face, he addressed her half exposed breasts. Yet she grasped him.

– Ah, Chandru, you’ve returned at last! Can’t you recognize me, your childhood friend Mala?

With nostalgia, he realized that in his childhood days he was called only as ‘Chandru’. He ran away from home to be brought up by a patriot to make a soldier out of him. And the army people made it a practice to call him by his last name ‘Mohan’; also by which he introduced himself a week back, he recalled, to the gorgeous girl residing by the railway station he alighted. And his full name was, in fact, Chandramohan.

– Thank God, Mala, I found here at last a soul, who could recognize me. Oh, the way the village has changed!

– It’s quite a long time since you left this place, you know.

– And some unknown people are there in my house. What happened, Mala, to my parents and sister?

– Your parents sold your house, soon after you left and went to a tea estate in Kerala and…

– You do have their address, no?

– But…I think…dad knows their whereabouts. Right now, he is on a pilgrimage. Let Kumar my brother come; he may be a help. But, first, come and have something to eat.

Giving first something to eat…this earth has not yet dried up, after all!

Mala and her younger brother Kumar were his closest friends in his childhood days. The three of them, as a set, always play together. And Mala was a brave girl. She used to dive jump into the deep irrigation wells dug in the fields around the village. Mohan and Kumar learned their swimming only from her. But Mala had a funny habit. As soon as she jumped into a well, she would pull away her clothes; toss them off, on the steps, and swim naked. She was around twelve years old then, having tits bulged out to the size of lemons; and vulva, to the size of an ‘idly’ (a South Indian rice cake). And Mohan was at ten, then, and Kumar was around eight years old.