We did not know we were two

This is part of my sister’s as well as my autobiography, abridged description of a long sex life. Before we get metamorphosed into lovers, we were loving friends. We did everything together, even we read the same book together. But she was growing up, I too. We have 4 year’s difference in age. Earlier I never looked at her as a girl. Things between us began to change when one day we were viewing a photo album. During viewing it, I realized that something was happening to me. I was under a quite unknown feeling. Her breast was touching on my shoulder. I could not move away, she too did not move. Sexual current flowed from her breast to my penis. My shorts began to bulge. But we were sister and brother. I did nothing, she did nothing. We sat glued together until mother called us for supper. As days went by I learned to look at her greedily. I was ready to gaze at her breasts years without blinking. She too was ready to be blushed endlessly when I gaze at her. I followed her everywhere to get an opportunity to view her cleavage. She showed it at every opportunity and I admired and got crazy thinking about her breasts. She was sixteen but her breasts were really big and sexy. At every opportunity my hand touched her breasts, though it lasted for a second, as if happened unintentionally. She too waited for these accidents. Days and months passed remaining ourselves outwardly sister and brother but inwardly lovers. I masturbated fantasizing our lovemaking. One afternoon I found her sleeping in parents room. Mother was downstairs and father as well as brother were out. I sneaked into the room. Sat beside her on the bed. I was not able to take my eyes away from her breasts. Gazing at them I lost my control. I slightly touched her breast. She did not wake up. So I touched again. No response. Then I pressed her breast a little. This time her sleepy breathing stopped. She seemed stopped breathing. She began to breathe secretly. I waited for her response. She did not open her eyes. She was pretending sleep. I waited no more.

In the next few minutes my hand was busy exacting the heavenly pleasure of boob groping. A sound from outside the room interrupted me and I went out. Next few months we did like this. Things changed drastically when one day I had to take her to a gynecologist. I did not know what was her problem. Before examining her, doctor asked me to wait outside. After consultation I dared to ask her what her problem was. She said she irregular menstrual periods. Now she had none for months. Then I asked her jocularly whether it was because she was pregnant. She laughed and said no. Then I asked whether anybody touched her body. She said yes. Then I became jealous and asked who he was. She pointed at me. I asked was she angry. She replied no. We were in an auto cab. I clasped her hand. When the auto traveled through dark area, I kissed her and squeezed her breasts. The moment we reached home, as we had planned, she asked me a question aloud, I asked her to come to my room, so that I can teach her. She came. Our bodies and minds had no walls then. I saw her naked breasts. Enjoyed them in my mouth. Her lips seemed full of honey. She saw boys ejaculate for the first time. My fingers fucked her for the first time. I told her to wake up early morning at 4 as examinations were nearing. Next day at 4 am we were in dining hall. The whole house was in deep sleep. We did whatever sex partners can do. She was taking some hormone blocking drug as she had menstrual problems. Before I ejaculate she had three orgasms. We lived like untiring couples for four years until she went to US with her husband. After her marriage, I got her scantly. When I was having her last, her husband was having dinner served by our mother.