Chapter 1

On the first look, it appeared neat and tidy with my things arranged properly in the cabinet. However, as I opened the door of my cupboard, I could immediately sense that something was wrong.

My clothes were arranged in a more orderly manner than I could ever do by myself. Someone had rummaged through my belongings and then had tried to arrange things back in order.

It had never happened before and I had to blame only myself for this mess. I had been very careless lately. I never believed that someone would search through my cupboard in my absence and so never took any precautions to avoid my taboo secrets falling into wrong hands.

It was a hot afternoon of June; and my second floor room was scorching hot. The window mounted desert cooler was running incessantly but failed give me any comfort.

I wiped sweat from my forehead.

I hurriedly shut the doors and locked them from inside; just to make sure that no one would barge inside while I checked my secret cabinet in the cupboard.

One by one, I emptied the middle shelf of the cupboard; removing the clothes and laying them out on the bed. Once it was done, I checked the base of the middle shelf. It was made of two layers of galvanized iron sheets hinged at the back; the last half an inch of their front ends were bent in opposite L-shape. Sheets were arranged in such a way that once the top sheet was lowered, the bent L portion of top sheet completely covered the opposite bent L portion of lower sheet creating a small cabinet of about half inch height and making it invisible to any casual inspection. I had been using it as my secret hiding place for my porn magazines. I was so sure about this hidden cabinet that I never even bothered to lock my cupboard.

Now it appeared that time to pay for my stupidity had arrived. I was perspiring when I tried to open the hidden cabinet.

With the tips of my fingers, I forced the top sheet upwards. The thin top sheet moved up showing a small cabinet of height about half an inch. It was my secret place where I hid my porn magazines.

Horrified, I looked at the empty space. My body began to sweat profusely with fear. I felt a painful knot in my stomach; my mouth went dry.

The cabinet was empty. The two porn magazines that I had kept there last night were gone.

I was panicked.

Who could have visited my room in my absence?

There were only three persons in my family who had access to my cupboard; my mother, my father and my elder married sister Roly who was nowadays vacationing with us. Her husband, Sandeep, was out of the town on an official trip, and wasn’t likely to return for next two to three weeks. Therefore, she decided to visit us, to celebrate her sudden found freedom with us rather than staying alone at her house.

Mom and dad ... least likely to visit my room; I didn’t expect at least them to rummage through my cupboard in my absence until they had some very strong reasons to do so. The magazines had been there just two hours ago. Therefore, it ruled out my father as he was at his shop. Mom also kept herself busy with the household cores and she hardly paid any visit to my room in the recent past. I knew she would not touch my things in my absence.

Then ... who? I thought that I knew the answer.

It had to be Roly.

My relationship with my elder sister hadn’t been very amicable. Being older to me, she always believed that she had a birthright to bully me. Somehow, I never subscribed to her notions. We argued and fought regularly until she was married. She was very close to dad and she used this closeness to her benefit. She never missed a chance to complain about my every mistake, even the smallest one, and got me reprimanded. Even before her marriage, she had an annoying habit of prying into my affairs, much to my dislike. Time and again, I found her snooping into my things. It was very irritating, and I fought with her many times. However, every time she got a better deal with dad and mom taking her side.

Even after her marriage, she continued to bully me with the help of my parents. Whenever, she visited us, I usually had a tough time.

Roly is five years older than me. She is a gorgeous girl with beautiful round face, long raven black hair, almost extending up to her middle of her back, and dark expressive eyes. She had a nice petite curvaceous figure, a narrow waist and slightly oversized breasts. However, after marriage she had become little chubby, nothing unusual as it happen to many married woman. Still she had a great body.

She met her future husband in a family marriage ceremony. In fact, my brother-in-law spotted her in the marriage and immediately fell for her innocent, charming beauty. My parents were delighted when they received the marriage offer from Sandeep’s family. My father, a small time businessman, could never expect to find a better match for his daughter. He agreed readily.

Roly was only twenty then, studying in second year of her graduation. She was not willing to marry at that time and she protested. However, after some persuasion she agreed reluctantly. She was married next month.

Roly has now been married for four years ... no child yet.

At the time of her marriage, I was fifteen ... just into my teens. It was the time when begun to explore the differences between a man and a woman more seriously. My friends began to openly talk about cunts and cocks ... bragging how they fucked some girl at school or some horny neighborhood aunt. Most of those tales were plain lies, a fact, I think we all knew but never accepted. Nevertheless, we enjoyed bragging about our fake sexual encounters.

As far as my exposure was concerned, I hadn’t even seen a real cunt. The only pussy I had seen was in the pages of the magazines which my friend and I secretly borrowed from a nearby magazine shop by paying a huge portion of our monthly allowance.

The magazines missing from my cabinet were the recent ones which I took from the shop yesterday and now they were gone.

I somehow managed to put the clothes back to the shelf and locked it. I then lay on my bed. I could feel my body drenched with cold sweat. Even the desert cooler and the ceiling fan running at full speed failed to bring any relief. I continued perspiring profusely and tossing in bed with apprehension. I knew very well if Roly decided to hand over the magazines to mom or dad, which was most likely considering our stormy relationship and her past track record, I was finished. I had always been an ideal son, good in studies, away from all kind of vices (that’s what my parents thought). I was dreaded at getting exposed.

I lay in the bed trying to control myself; but, it didn’t bring any relief so I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. My mind was confused and I wasn’t able to focus. The magazines were gone and I had no idea how to get those magazines back. In fact, I wasn’t even sure whether Roly had actually taken it from my cupboard or my mom accidentally stumbled upon it.

I had to quickly decide about my course of action. How was I going to defend myself if faced with the worst situation?

I didn’t have any answer.

Someone knocked at the door.

I didn’t hear it. I was lost in my thoughts.

After a brief pause, there was another knock, this time a little louder.

“Who’s it?” I woke from my trance.

“Open it baby.” It was Roly. She always called me baby, much to my dislike.

I tried to regain my composure and opened the door. She stepped inside the room.

“What happened?” She looked at me. “You look sick.”

Even with my best effort, I was not able to hide my fear. She must have noticed my drained look and pale face.

“Nothing...” I glanced at her, trying to guess any hint of threat from her face. There was none. “It’s just too hot here.”

“Really...” She looked at me. Our eyes met, I immediately diverted my gaze. “Mom wants you downstairs.”

So, that was it.

My secret was out. Mom was waiting for me downstairs. I began preparing myself for some very tough questions.

“You go. I’m coming.”

“She wants you immediately. Don’t delay.” She went out of my room leaving me sweating with fear.

I heard her walking down the steps. Once she was gone, I went to the bathroom and washed my face with cold water. It had some soothing effect and brought some of my senses back. I went back to my room and dried my face with a towel.

“Rohan ... are you coming?” I heard Roly shouting from downstairs.

“Yes ... coming.” I labored myself to the door, locked it from outside and slowly walked down the steps. Roly was standing near the last step, staring curiously at me. As she watched me coming, Roly turned and walked towards our parent’s bedroom.

I followed her silently.

“Rohan...” Mom was resting elegantly on a settee. “Are you free?”

“Why?” I asked, surprised. I was not expecting something like that.

“Roly wants to purchase some dress. So, If you’re free, you can accompany her to the market?”

I suddenly felt a great relief descending upon me. Color began to return to my face. At least Roly had not yet divulged my secret.

“Why not ... I’ll go.” I said with a sigh of relief. Any other time, I probably would have argued vehemently at the idea of accompanying my sister for her purchasing.

Mom looked at me with mild surprise. She too probably didn’t expect such obedience from me. Nevertheless, she didn’t say anything.

Without waiting, I went back to my room.

When I came downstairs after changing my clothes, Roly was already in the living room waiting for me. She was wearing an exquisite pink salwar kurta, which perfectly fitted to the beautiful curvaceous body. She looked gorgeous.

We went out of house. I hired a rickshaw and gave the rickshaw puller the directions.

“How come you agreed so easily today?” Roly asked mockingly as she settled on the rickshaw.

“What should’ve I done ... refused?” I replied with little irritation as I followed her on rickshaw.

“No ... no ... I’m happy that you’ve come.” She replied smilingly.

I could feel that she was taking a gibe on me, but I was not in the position to give her a befitting reply ... therefore, I kept mum. It better keeping my head cool. We sat side by side on the rickshaw. We remained silent as the rickshaw trot along the bumpy road. She tried to talk me casually, but I was lost in my thoughts. After sometime, she gave up and we rode the rickshaw silently. In fact, I was expecting that she would probably talk about the magazines and was mentally busy preparing my excuses. When it didn’t come, I began to relax.

The road to the market was full of potholes. Every now and then, the rickshaw was jerking violently throwing our bodies against each other. With every jerk, I could feel the supple body of my elder sister colliding against my side. Occasionally, I felt her boobs touching my shoulder.

It was difficult to say what happened to me. I was afraid, nervous; but I could feel my cock getting hard. It had never happened to me before. Living in a conservative family like mine, I never had any sexual inclination about my elder sister. I knew it was a sin to think dirty things about your own sister and I could never dare to look at my sister as a sexual object. However, that day something different happened. I could not believe that in a minute or so, I was supporting a massive hard on. It made me uncomfortable.

Thankfully, the market was nearing. As the rickshaw stopped by a big showroom, Roly got down and hurried to the shop. It was closing time, so she didn’t want to waste time. I got down and paid the rickshaw puller. I waited outside the shop buying me some precious time to allow my erection to subside. Then, I followed her.

Roly spent about half an hour selecting a dress material of her choice. All this time, I watched her nonchalantly. Finally, she chose one and asked the sales boy to pack it. The boy packed the garment and handed it to her. She paid the bill and took the cash memo.

“Finished ... let’s go.” I was happy that she took much less time than I had expected. Usually, she would bargain with the salesman for hours; a habit of my sister which I find very irritating.

“Just a second...” She held my arm. “You wait here. I’ll be back soon.”

I stayed there, watching her go to another counter, and began talking to the salesgirl. The salesgirl took some small cartons from the shelves and placed them on the counter. One by one, she opened them and began showing the contents to my sister. Then I realized; the salesgirl was showing panties to my sister. The counter was not very far from where I was standing. I could see as the salesgirl displayed panties of different shapes, and colors. Roly was checking them curiously ... sometimes feeling its cloth ... sometimes by stretching the elastic.

Suddenly, Roly turned her head and looked directly at me. Startled, I immediately tired to look in other direction but my response was not fast enough. I knew she had seen me spying on her. My face turned scarlet with shame. She smiled at me; her face remained expressionless and she again turned her back towards me.

Ashamed, I hurriedly went out of the shop and waited for her.

She came after about another five minutes. I was still feeling uncomfortable, but she didn’t say a thing. We hired a rickshaw and went back to our home.