We were going to our grandparent’s home. I was driving the KTM 390. My elder sister Vinni was holding our single backpack, sitting right behind. Vinni, aka Vinitha, was twenty-one years old. I was only seventeen.
We were going to our village where our father and even our grandfather spent their childhoods. Our grandparents are dead for the past four years. There’s no one to look after our ancestral mansion. Vinni and I have been in physical relation for almost a year. But we haven’t had intercourse even once. She would always stop me if I’d try.
“I want my first time to be a special dear brother. Please understand.” She would say all the time.
Although, she never explained to me what kind of exceptional instance she had in mind for that. I was happy with oral and everything I could get.
Fews days back, my father told me that since it’s Monsoon. The mansion needs some repairing. He told me to go and ensure everything is being taken care of; I told Vinni all about it. Father and I would go to the village every six months, but she had never been there in the last four years. Vinni last time visited when we cremate our grandfather.
Vinni suggested that we should go to the village together. It’ll give us all the privacy we could never have at home. By the way, our Mother is a housewife, and she’s always at home. Mostly. She was her father’s favorite. When she asked him for it, he agreed. Ergo we’re on this journey.
It was a four to five hours journey on a two-wheeler from our hometown to the village. Vinni was wearing tight denim jeans and a sleeveless top. When we reach the outskirt of the city, she hugged me as a true lover would. I didn’t have many friends, but all of my friends knew her as my girlfriend. On the other hand, her friends knew that I’m her brother.
I was driving the bike at a speed of around a hundred kmph.
“Don’t need to rush, brother dear.” She said, pecking at my cheek.
I slow down.
“This day reminded me of our first date when you took me for a movie,” She says, rubbing my thighs with her tender palm.
It was lovely weather. The sky was cloudy and very dark. The wind was howling as I was driving past the cold breeze. We were prepared for the rain as well and had our raincoats in the backpack.
“Yeah, that’s the when my friends showed up in the theatre out of nowhere. Right?” I said, recalling those moments. We were making out when one of him squeezed me by my shoulder. I’d no choice but to introduce Vinni as my girlfriend.
“You were pretty tensed throughout the movie.” She giggles.
“Yeah, and you were such a tease.” I respond, a little irritated.
“Ishaan, do you remember how all this started. I mean, our first time?” She says, wrapping both arms around my abdomen, holding tight.
“Yes, I remember it very precisely,” I said.
“OMG, how dumb you were. You still are. Right.” She bursts out into fits of laughter.
I recall the first time I made an overture to her.
Our relationship was as normal as any other brother-sister siblings. We would often fight with each other for silly reasons. Who gets the last slice of pizza, or who is our parent’s most favorite kind of stuff. Although, I was Mum’s favorite, and Vinni was Daddy’s princess. I can’t recall a single casual conversation between us. If we’re having a conversation, one is either irritating or making fun of the other.
One thing which I think was different between us is that Vinni was barefaced with me at least. Mom is busy in the kitchen. Vinni would come out of the bathroom draped in a towel. She won’t mind if I get to take a look. Vinni is changing and wouldn’t even care to close the door. At times I would even tease her by calling her a fatso while she’s changing. I had seen her in brassier or hipster many times. Sometimes if we were alone, she would also wear a thong with one of my T-shirts.
Watching her skin every other day, I began to like her as a prospering woman. She also had boyfriends. Vinni would sometimes stay up late talk to them; on the rooftop. I used to go up to annoy her. Sometimes I’d even look at her phone screen sneakily when she was chatting with her boyfriends. I even used to feel insecure and jealous at times.
When I was fifteen years old, my elder sister had just turned seventeen a few weeks back. On a regular Sunday, Sister’s friend was at home for some reason. They were in her bedroom; the door was open. Every time I’d pass by the door, Vinni and her friend would start giggling as if making fun of me, or god knows what. The sound of their giggle was causing me irritation. I’d to shut my bedroom door to keep their voice from bugging me.
Later as soon as I finished dinner, I left for the terrace with my phone. I was in my boxer briefs and a plain red t-shirt. I was going through Vinni’s Instagram, trying to find her friend’s account. I saw some of her pictures with Vinni, but she didn’t have an Instagram account.
“Found her yet?” Vinni screeched in my ear.
“Jeez!!! WTF,” I shriek back at her and flinch away, “What? Who?”
Vinni had changed into shorts and a white tank top. I didn’t realize when she sneaked up on me and don’t know for how long was she looking at my phone screen. I lock the phone screen immediately.
“Are you trying to find Harini or just checking my pics?” She asked, nudging my back with her shoulder. Then she circled and came in front of me.
“Shut up. It’s not like what you think. I just got a notification about the new post on your profile. I was checking it out.” I fibbed.
She raises her eyebrows and looks at me under long eyelashes, and laughs, “Oh god, you are such a terrible liar. I didn’t make a single post today!!”
I felt embarrassed about the stupid lie. I keep mum.
“She is not on Instagram. She only uses Facebook. I can send you a suggestion, ’cause you know, you’re so into her.” She said, leaning against the parapet.
“Why would I want to send her a friend request? I am not interested.” I respond. Honestly, I wasn’t interested in her like that. She was pretty. I wanted to check her pictures, just that.
“Oh really? Too bad. She thinks you are cute.” She said, pouting her lips.
“Did she said that? Really?” I ask promptly.
“Of course she did. What do you think we were talking about in the bedroom? She’s more into younger boys.” She said, smacking her lips.
For a while, she was hell-bent on convincing me why I should ask out Harini. How much they talked about me. She’ll get me excited and then mock me for asking a stupid question. The process got repeated a few times.
“Stop kidding around. I don’t believe a word coming out of your mouth,” I said grouchily.
“Aww, look at those pouting lips. No wonder Harini wanted to kiss them.” Vinni giggles, dropping a bomb.
I was shocked, my mouth agape. After pondering for a while, I spoke, “Now who’s lying,” I scoffed. Although, Harini’s pretty face pops in my head.
“Oh boy, didn’t you see? She was checking you out during the dinner?” She said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t tell her I told you that. She will be furious if she found out,” She added with an uptight tone.
“No, I didn’t notice…” I believed her this time. I was looking at Vinni more than Harini during the dinner. “But I have never kissed before,” My cheeks are flushed.
“I am pretty sure my friend will teach you how. If you give her a chance.” She giggles at my innocence.
“I know what a kiss is; and how to do it. I’ve seen it in movies, but I haven’t done it and kissing some random girl. It doesn’t sound like a way to go,” I expressed my concern about kissing someone I just met.
“What? You are the first guy who said that to me! Do you want to date a girl for hundred years before you kiss her?” She asked incredulously.
Talking about a subject like a kiss with Vinni inflamed my urge to kiss her plump lips. “Not hundred years, but still…” I said, looking away to overcome the urge to kiss her.
“Still what? Look, girls like boys to be confident. They never ask you they want to do it. You’ll have to know when to go for it.” She lectured.
Vinni makes me wonder if she loves me the same way I love her. Does she want me to be confident and make a move on her instead of asking for it?
“So she could share it with you. But she won’t say it to me even if I ask her out?” I paraphrase her sentence raising an eyebrow.
“I already told you, what I said to you was in confidence. Harini will kill me if she finds out. But alas, I know you don’t have the confidence to kiss her, let alone even talk to her…” She makes fun of me and goes on.
I felt as if she were challenging me to prove her wrong. I lean my face closer to Vinni’s. Her lips were still moving, but I couldn’t perceive what she was saying. Before she could realize what I was going for, our lips meet. She does not kiss back. Her lips quiver. The next moment she shoved me away.
“WTF, Ishaan, Are you mad or what? WTF do you think you are doing? A**hole.” She screeched and stomped away, seething with anger.
It was awkward between us for more than a couple of months. We stopped talking to each other, not entirely but still. Vinni even stopped showing her skin. Sometimes she would cover more skin than required, only to mock me. But this wasn’t going to last forever, as you’ll see later.
Back to the present:
When we reach our village, Vinni was wet because she chose not to put on her Raincoat, but I had. It had a lot to do with what happened on our way to the village, but that bit I’ll cover another time. Our mansion was on the outskirts. We had the keys in the bag. Once we got inside, Vinni was first to strip off her clothes, except for her thong. Vinni was still mad at me for what happened during the journey.
There was no electricity in the house. The only light source was the door which we left open when we entered. Vinni was wiping herself with the towel, drying up herself. She was shivering due to the cold too. I go to her and hug her tightly from behind.
“Get off me,” She elbowed my tummy too hard, “I’m still mad at you for what you did A**hole,” She growls like a tigress.
“Fine, fine… I’m not going to apologize. You’re the one acting all crazy.” I let her go rubbing my tummy. Then I made my way to Dad’s bedroom.
Father visited the mansion a month ago. I knew his bedroom would not be as dirty as the others. Our grandparents were very religious. They would do Havan on various occasions every year. I knew they have a portable Havan Kund somewhere in the house. I found it nearby the worship room. I take the Havan Kund to the Dad’s bedroom where he lived when he was young. I light up a fire in it using some garbage papers and furniture we’d in the storeroom.
I remove all of my clothes and get on the bed, lying flat naked. I knew Vinni would be here soon, and I was going to pull her legs. She arrives at the door with still her wet panty on her body.
“Let’s take the Duke. It’ll be fun. Car is boring, but the bike is fun!!!” She said, imitating what I said to her when I convinced her. It made me laugh.
“Go and find some other bedroom for you. This one is mine,” I said, sprawling all over the bed, covering as much space I could. Havan Kund was on fire. The room lit up with an orange tinge.
“Eff you!!!” She removed her wet panty and tossed it on my face.
When I remove the panty off my face, I saw Vinni was standing next to the fire. Her bottom was facing the wrath of the fire. The amber light of the fire was shining off her gleaming skin. Her hindquarters arched out, her body slightly bent over in the other direction. She’s looking at me, biting on her bottom lips. How could a man resist such a gesture?
“Get on the bed, Akka, enough with your tease,” I said, giving in.
“Good boy,” She cooed and nestled with me on the bed.
At least she was not annoyed at me anymore. We cuddled with each other, mostly spooning, talking about our life; how we would enjoy the rest of the day in the village. We were supposed to be back at home before Rakshabandhan. Or else, we’ll have to suffer the wrath of our mother.
“Akka, do you remember last year’s Rakhi?” I ask, kissing her back.
“How can I ever forget that Rakhi gift,” She mumbles, pushing her bottom against my pelvis.
“Oh, yeah… your Rakhi, gift.”
It was the day when I have had to reprioritize my favorite kinks and fetishes. I can still reminisce about the day very clearly. Vinni was wearing a pink dress that day. I never liked the pink color, but it always looks good on her to this date.
After we celebrate the Rakhi, the traditional way social convention dictates. I was back in my bedroom. Vinni came into my bedroom and said, “Let’s go for a ride brother, I feel bored.”
“I don’t feel like it, Akka, maybe some other day,” I grumbled, hiding my face on the pillow. It has a lot to do with Mother waking me up way too early in the morning. I needed more sleep.
“Ughh, It’s Rakhi… and you’re saying no to me,” She rolls her eyes looking up at the ceiling in exasperation.
She’s always been a drama queen.
“OK, where do you want to go?” I ask.
“Will see later, go tell Mom… I’ll be outside.” She smiled mischievously and leaves.
I get permission from Mother. And we leave the house on my Duke. At this point, our bonding was more than ever. Kissing, oral, hand job, and cuddling without any clothes on was now our daily routine.
“Where do we go now?” I ask while driving.
“Let’s go somewhere where we can be alone,” She hugs me tightly and kisses my cheek.
“How about our school? No one will be there. We can have any of the classrooms to ourselves.” I said as soon as I come up with it.
Vinni was in college, but even she used to go to the same school a few years back. The security guard recognized both of us when we reach the school and didn’t ask us to stop or anything. There’s no vehicle parked outside the school hence proving my hypothesis right. We go to my classroom.
Vinni asked me where I sit, and she also told me where she used to sit. I used to sit on the second last bench of the middle row, I tell her. We sit on my bench. And don’t speak for a while.
“Ishaan, I want to make this Rakhi special,” She says hesitantly. It gets me excited. Maybe finally now I’ll get to penetrate her, I think.
“Uh-huh, and?” I hummed.
“I need you to take off your pants,” She utters.
I do it. Every time we were alone, the full-on erection was my default mode.
“Close your eyes,” She stated. I comply.
Then I feel it. Vinni was tieing up a string around the hilt of my schlong along with the scrotum as well. How considerate of her, I thought. Tieing it around the scrotum to ensure it does not fall off when I’m flaccid.
“Open your eyes,” She said, “Look at me, and Promise me you won’t remove it until the day is over.”
“I promise Akka, I will ensure it’s there for the rest of the day,” I said, looking into her eyes.
Then I look down at myself. A simple red color Rakhi was embellishing my manhood. This sweet surprise gesture from Vinni made me emotionally vulnerable. I could feel tears pooling in my eyes.
“Thank you, Akka,” I mumble, wiping tears with the back of my hand, trying to smile, “What gift do you want in return?” I sniffle.
“I didn’t even think of that… but since you asked for it, Ummm…” She starts to think. She was not as emotional as me, probably because she had planned this moment for a long time, “I know what I want,” She perked up.
“What is it?”
“I want you too… kiss my a**.” She said without an expression.
“What?” She knew I was disgusted by the idea of rectal foreplay of any kind. I couldn’t even think of anything like that even in my dreams, “Be serious, what do you want?” I ask again.
“I’m serious. It’s the price you ought to pay for this moment we just shared,” She said matter-of-factly.
I didn’t have a choice. Fortunately, I hadn’t eaten much since morning.
“Just one kiss?” I ask.
“Yes,”
There isn’t going to be any oral action, which I was hoping for since we arrived in the classroom, so I pull up my pants.
“OK, then… let’s do it,” I said, accepting the challenge.
We did it right there in the classroom. It started with a kiss, but when the intoxicating aroma infringed my snouts, there’s no stopping me. What Vinni instituted as a joke is now my most favorite fetish to this date.
Vinni wriggles next to me, and it disrupts my reminiscence.
“Are you sleeping? When I’m lying right next to you?” She grabbed my balls and squeezed them playfully.
“Ouch…I’m awake. I was recalling our last Rakhi,” I respond, relieving my scrotum from her grip.
“Wanna relive it again, for real?” Vinni asked.
I nodded my head fervently.
“Come on,” She moves slightly away from me, looks back, and spreads one of her cheeks open, “There…” She smiles, winking chocolate starfish.
To be continued…