Whenever I would get chance, I used to play with my sister’s undergarments, dropping her panties over my cock and rubbing the bras over my face and body. Sometimes when I was alone in the house, I would find her used panties in the washing cloths, and sniffs them, that really made me wild. I would fantasise about touching her and fucking her and would bring myself to orgasm into her panties.
My parents or even my sister never suspect my true feelings about her. I would take care not to know anyone about my perversion. Even though I lusted after my sister and fantasies about having sex with her, I knew that fucking my own sister or intimating all sexual acts with her was just fantasy and imaginary, it wasn’t possible in real life. There wasn’t any way I could fuck my sister or she would allow me to fuck her. So I never actually made any move on her or let her know about my true feelings. I only watched her or dreamed about her.
When my sister became 25, my parents fixed her marriage with 35-year-old man who was in our relation. My sister agreed for marriage and after marriage she went to her husband’s house. I wasn’t too happy about her marriage. First thing her husband was much older than her, I doubt whether he would keep her happy. And second important thing was missing my sexy sister to be around me. But I knew some day she would get marries and would leave our house.
After that I kept my sexual desires satisfying with memories of my sister’s sexy body and some of her old used bra and panties, which she left in our cupboard. She used to visit our home occasionally for festivals or special days and would stay for week or month. All the time when she was back at home I would stay around her, talking and laughing, telling her stories and making fun. This way I was watching her secretly and touching and feeling her sensuous body parts without knowing her. After marriage she was looking more beautiful and sexy. Still, I was masturbating in the bathroom sniffing her panties and bra.
If my sister would not come for long time I used go to her house to meet her. Her husband’s house was in other town, which was an eight-hour journey from my place. I used to stay at her home for 2/3 days or one week. There also, I used to be around her all the time. Although I was talking with her or helping her with anything, my main goal was to get glimpse of her sexy body through her sari and blouse or to touch her here and there without her noticing. She never noticed my true feelings. How could she imagine her own little brother is lusting after her?
Within a year of her marriage my sister got pregnant and she gave birth to baby boy. After 3/4 years passed she never had any child and I guess she was happy with her husband and only child.
Mean time I finished my education and started working with one company. I had some girlfriends and had romantic relations with few of them. I actually fucked one or two girls and enjoyed sex life with them. But still I was masturbating thinking about my sister. I kept my lust and desire for her all this years. Throughout my life I kept hope that some day one miracle will happen and I would get chance to fuck my sister.
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