Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The story that you are gonna read henceforth, happened a few years ago. It has been part of my life, a well kept secret (at-least not many were privy of the deeds that I initiated) and yet here I am sitting in front of my computer and letting my fingers run through the keyboard while I float in the mood for sharing my inner most secrets.
Let me start by explaining who I am. I am from southern part of India. Well, for many south India reminds humid, hot and sultry climate during most part of the year. While there is rain during rainy season, there is never a snowfall and the winter temperatures hardly dip lower than 18 degrees. You can ask why there is any reason for us women to wear long flowing dresses that cover every inch of our bodies, but on the contrary to reason, most of the women, including yours truly (atleast half the time and at the insistence of my mum), we wear sarees.
Even though both my parents studied in United States, one a Harvard grad and the other at Yale, they decided to come back to India and stay close to family and friends. This has been the major reason for my western upbringing and the other being my university education at Oxford (Oh yes! I am not a dumb arsed blonde. Mind you!!). But, ever since I started living in India and that too in a conservative part of the country, my mum often kept tabs on my shopping and whenever I start for shopping, she says, “Ani, no more buying one of those tiny things alright? ” . Tiny things means skirts in her lingo. I smile cheerfully and even wave at her while I start from home and return with one of two of the nylon minis secretly hidden in my handbag. And, in case you are wondering “Ani” is my short name that my mum calls me but not-so-close friends call me by my full name “Anita”.
Now that you know my name, let me write about the remaining bits. I am 22 and standing at a height of 5.7″, pretty tall for an Indian girl. Infact I was the tallest girl in my class in my high school when I studied in India and hence taller among my friends even now, as the only friends that I have got now are the ones back from high school. The ones from aerobics and my dance partners doesn’t count and I don’t intend to include them in my friends list. I am fair with creamish skin owing to a northern bloodline, even though we settled in south. I guess, the other thing that most guys like about me is my shoulder length permed hair. I got it permed after a lot of debate with my brother coz, it was his idea but I have to admit, he was right about how I do look. I knew he must have been imagining me in all kinds of hairstyles, but since he is my brother, I didn’t much think about it at that time. It was back then when I returned from Oxford and I kept maintaining the same hairstyle ever since.
The other thing which guys like about me are my 38Ds but I think breasts are over emphasized!! Nonetheless, it’s a bit awkward while every other guy stares down at them even while they were conversing with me. At such times, I bring my defiant self out and walk to the grocery store at the end of our street in just my half nightie. I don’t often bother to wear a bra while I go out on such petty errands. Whenever I get down to the ground floor of our apartment in elevator, usually, the first person that I encounter is our watchman. He is a good chap but I knew he got more than a good look at my taut nipples through my thin nightie. I give him a sly smile and walk out on our street with my breasts jiggling under the thin layer of my fabric. I noticed a few turn their heads and even whistles but none ever dared to approach.It’s a good thing to be admired.
It was on one such occasion that my brother accompanied me to the grocery store. It was mid-day, right in the middle of summer and the temperature outside was humid 38 degrees Celsius. I was sitting happily in living room, watching TV with the air-conditioner tuned to a decent 21 degrees. As usual, my dad was away at his office and my 20 year old brother was at home enjoying his summer break. Mum was busy cooking the lunch and simultaneously trying to list all the necessary items for our impending summer vacation due in 2 days.
My mum yelled from the kitchen, “Ani, can you just go to the grocery store and get me the items in this list?”. She had a list with her and I walked up to kitchen in my nightie and started reading it. I knew I can find all the items in the grocery store at the end of the street. I had been to that store enough number of times that I could recite every item in the store even in my sleep. This means that I didn’t have to go to the nearest supermarket which was a kilometer away.
But nonetheless, I intended to put my lazy brother to work and asked him, “Rakesh, put on your slippers. You are coming with me to the store. I cannot carry all these items by myself”. He arched an eyebrow and laughed, “are you coming out like that sis? in your tiny nightie?”. I instantly turned my head towards the full size mirror in the far corner of the living room, behind the TV. My nightie was short, with the hem covering half my upper thighs and above, but the rest of my legs were bare. I am not a slim girl by any means and I have well toned thighs and calf muscles, thankfully for the every day morning jog. But, I didn’t see any reason to cover my legs for the prudent few born for the sole sake of staring and making wild comments about a girl’s thighs. So, I nodded my head and smiled wickedly at my brother, “I hope you aren’t ashamed of your sister’s thighs bro”, knowing full well that he was staring right at them a few moments ago.
He got up and walked up to the door putting his slippers on and waited for me outside. I took the money and the list from my mum and held it in my palm, for there were no pockets in my nightie and I didn’t intend to carry a handbag for a five minutes walk. These I later on handed over to my brother, to put them in his pocket while we entered the elevator. Our flat in the apartment is on 15th floor and it would usually take more than 5 minutes to get down to the ground floor early in the morning but at this time of the day, the elevator was fairly secluded and no one entered until 5th floor leaving me and my brother all alone while all of a sudden the power went off. The elevator halted and the lights went out. There wasn’t any back up power.
I didn’t carry my mobile along with me and there was no way of letting any one know that we were stuck inside the elevator. Apart from being dark it was getting equally hot and I decided to sit down and wait for the power to come back. My brother on the other hand seemed to enjoy the moment for he started whistling a tune. Even though it wasn’t the time to be rejoicing. But, I was glad that he came along with me and took comfort in knowing that he was with me rather than a stranger.
I sat down with my legs flat on the floor, and adjusted my nightie to properly cover my thighs. I didn’t have any thing under my nightie, not even panties. I chuckled at the thought that if only my brother knew, how little I was wearing. My brother sat opposite to me resting his back on the opposite wall of the elevator. The elevator was a tiny one and could accommodate at most 6 at a time. So, the length of the elevator wasn’t any great and when my brother sat opposite me, his legs touched mine. Since I was wearing slippers, I let go of them to one side and rubbed my toes against my brother’s. It felt warm and nice, even in such a warm weather.
“Sis, your skin feels really soft. I bet your boyfriend must really like it?” he asked half chuckling to himself. I knew he was curious about me and my boyfriend and lately I am learning that he is interested in my body as well. I tried to play cool and give away nothing. I said, “I think he is in love with me bro. Just a typical boy, you know. But, promise me not to tell our parents. It’s nothing serious and I don’t want them to think anything more about it.”
Meanwhile, we kept rubbing our toes along our legs. His leg was a not as hairy as my boyfriend’s but was firm. I slid my back a little lower along the wall so that I could reach a bit high on his leg. This move made my nightie ride up more under me, making my bare ass cheeks to rest on the elevator’s floor. I knew it would make my ass cheeks dirty but, I reasoned it’s better to have a dirty ass which no one could see, than a dirty nightie with contours of my ass cheek. One more reason being, my brother couldn’t see any of it even though my nightie had risen fairly high up.
Thus, having slid lower, I was able to reach up to his upper thighs and run my toes along his boxers. For this, he jokingly remarked “sis, don’t you go any further up north, you might find something else there.” I knew very well what I would find there but I mocked a genuine surprise saying “oh I don’t wanna find any hidden things bro”. This made us both laugh and made the entire situation easy on us.
The only thing that I didn’t realize was that , if I can could reach his upper thighs, he too could reach mine. He is 3 inches taller than I am and he could reach much more than my thighs and right when I was stuck with this thought, I felt his leg slide along my thighs and stopped at my hips. All this happened so fast, I barely realized that I was bare from hip below and that he could feel my bare skin. His toes touched my hips and I gasped at the feel of his bare skin. He too must have realized that I wasn’t wearing anything under my nightie, but he didn’t move his feet away. He just said, “Sis, looks like you forgot a few of your clothing”. He didn’t say I forgot my panties and I knew he was just teasing me. I could imagine him giggling from ear to ear and feeling pretty naughty for running his leg all over my skin in the dark.
I let his leg lie on my hips as I pulled my hem over my pubic and in the process his toes and ankle remained under my nightie. I didn’t want him to gape at my pubic when the light comes back, even though the thought of it made goosebumps on my skin, my nipples tightened and became taught poking from under the fabric.
I just smiled at his remark and whispered “I don’t often wear my panties bro, I thought you knew that already!!” That was my curiosity getting better of me and I just threw a dart in the dark hoping it would hit the target and so it did. The reply was, “How can I miss it sis. Your ass sways all the time you walk in the house and so does your breasts.”
I giggled, “You naughty bro. Well, now I think you know that I don’t even wear a bra. And what else have you been perving on?”
“I am not such a bad boy sis. But you have huge ones and how can anyone miss them” his toes kept rubbing on my left hip bone and a few inches to the right of it, almost touching my pubic mound.
I was already wet and wondered if he could smell the musky juices in the closed room of the elevator. The air in the elevator got too heavy and the sweat started dripping down my back and at the front. Beads of sweat dripped from my neck along my cleavage making the nightie wet and cling to my breasts. Finally unable to bear the heat, I breathed out, making hissing sound as if to let the heavy air out and make my body a bit cooler. “It’s too hot don’t you think? and the sweat is killing me. I wish the power comes on soon.”
I knew he would have some brilliant idea for any situation. All guys do and being a typical guy his suggestion was, “Why don’t you take off your nightie and rub your sweat off sis. I don’t mind and I can’t see you anyway. It’s completely dark in here.” That was a lame suggestion to make in front of any girl and totally not the kind a kid brother should suggest his elder sister.
I giggled and placed my hand on his leg, patting on it. “Well, I guess that sounds like a good idea and for that you got to take off your leg from here mister.”
He took his time moving it away to my side but not before moving it across my pubic and grazing his toes across my trimmed pubic. His leg lingered there for some time but eventually moved to my side on to the elevator’s floor.
I moved my hands lower and held the hem of my nightie as I pulled it over my head and laid there completely naked right in front of my own brother. My back was half rested against the elevator’s wall and remaining half on the floor, thus the wall acted as a pillow to my head. I could feel steel on my bare skin. I then threw my nightie in my brother’s direction and laughed heartily at his situation. Any man would be tempted having a naked girl in the same room as him. Not even brothers are an exception to it. I was thoroughly enjoying the situation and as well as my nakedness.
I heard a gasp as my nightie landed somewhere in the distant and I figured it must have reached him. It sure did, since my brother’s voice came right after it. “seems like you were really sweaty sis. Your nightie is wet at all the places. Since your nightie is with me, care to enlighten me what is it you are wearing now?”
“If you are so keen on knowing, I am wearing my birthday dress bro” I chuckled and rubbed my leg a bit higher on his thigh and by mere accident it grazed across his crotch. I was delighted to feel the hard on , even though he was in shorts and with an underwear under it. He moaned and there was a momentary silence.
He then re-positioned his leg to his previous position onto my thighs and this time moved it a bit higher up to my tummy. His leg was along the center of my body with toes touching my navel. I knew he could even feel my pubic. I kept one of my palm on his leg as he slowly moved it up and down along my tummy rubbing on my skin.
“Is it a kind of tummy massaging?” I inquired playfully, “It feels good, and if you do it properly, I might even consider letting you do it a few more times.”
He must have liked what he heard for he moved his leg sensuously along my skin making circles on my tummy and then he said, “Sis, it will feel even better with a hand.”
I considered it for a while in the silence. During that time he too must have held his breath, coz he stopped rubbing on my tummy and I could hear deep breathes. Finally I said ok but on one condition, “I would only allow your hand on my tummy. Not any where else ok?”
His immediate reply was, “I swear sis. I really do. I will not drift my hand even by an inch”.
I nodded in the dark and asked him to come to my side and sit by me. He stood up and moved across the elevator to my right side and sat there with his back to the elevator wall. I could immediately feel his warm body by my side. He sat pretty close to my side almost touching his shirt and shorts.
He took my arm and wrapped it around his shoulder. This made my breasts sway and rub across the side of his shirt. He then placed his palm on my tummy and rubbed it gently in smaller circles. It felt warm but good. A few times his fingertips grazed the underside of my breasts, but most of the time he kept his rubbing to my tummy.
To tease him a bit more, I whispered, “I think there is sweat dripping from my cleavage Rakesh. Can you just wipe it off for me?”
He slowly moved his palm up and with two fingers rubbed on the sweat between my breasts making a straight line between them. This also gave him chance to touch my breasts more openly. Then he said, “Sis, do you want me to rub the sweat on your breasts too?”
I giggled at his playfulness. It was harmless snogging and I haven’t had good hands on them for a long time. So I acquiesced. “ok, but don’t over do it. May be just a few rubs”
He moved his palm to cup my breasts. Even though he has long fingers, my breasts are too big to fit in one’s palm but he cupped most of it and squeezed them slowly. I let out a moan from deep in throat and started breathing heavily. I was so wet that part of me started thinking what if my juices trickle down to the elevator’s floor!
He switched between cupping my right and left breasts, giving equal attention to both. All the time while he performed the act, we kept quiet except for my moans, which slowly grew in intensity and filled the elevator. Apart from squeezing my breasts, he moved his head closer and kissed on my cheeks. This made me blush for he wasn’t just lusting for my body, he was also trying to romance.
But, as it was the case, right then the power came back and elevator’s light slowly flickered to life again. I was on the elevator’s floor all naked. Not even a thread of clothing was there on my body and suddenly I felt shyness creep into me. I placed my left hand immediately across my breasts, covering them and pulled the right hand from around my brother’s shoulder. I looked for my dress and it was there in one corner. As soon as my eyes were set on it, I crawled across the elevator to grab it. In the process, my back was to my brother while I was on fours crawling to get to my nightie and this made him gasp. I looked back to see his eyes staring at my ass cheeks and may be my pussy lips as well, and this made me smile and loose a bit of my suddenly found shyness. I wiggled my ass playfully and grabbed my dress.
The elevator started moving down and there were only 5 floors left for me to get dressed and be presentable again. I stood up and pulled the dress over my head and it was just in time while I was adjusting the folds of my dress near my hips, the elevator door opened and we found our mum, watchman and few other service men waiting for us in the ground floor. I smiled at my mum and hugged her tightly and she too was happy and hugged me. My brother too joined us and hugged both of us but even while he was hugging us, he placed his hand firmly on my ass cheeks. I turned my head towards him and our eyes met. he winked and I smiled mouthing “pervert”. He giggled and squeezed my cheeks gently. I knew the elevator affair would be a secret between us and it was far from over. After all, it was only the beginning.
Let me start by explaining who I am. I am from southern part of India. Well, for many south India reminds humid, hot and sultry climate during most part of the year. While there is rain during rainy season, there is never a snowfall and the winter temperatures hardly dip lower than 18 degrees. You can ask why there is any reason for us women to wear long flowing dresses that cover every inch of our bodies, but on the contrary to reason, most of the women, including yours truly (atleast half the time and at the insistence of my mum), we wear sarees.
Even though both my parents studied in United States, one a Harvard grad and the other at Yale, they decided to come back to India and stay close to family and friends. This has been the major reason for my western upbringing and the other being my university education at Oxford (Oh yes! I am not a dumb arsed blonde. Mind you!!). But, ever since I started living in India and that too in a conservative part of the country, my mum often kept tabs on my shopping and whenever I start for shopping, she says, “Ani, no more buying one of those tiny things alright? ” . Tiny things means skirts in her lingo. I smile cheerfully and even wave at her while I start from home and return with one of two of the nylon minis secretly hidden in my handbag. And, in case you are wondering “Ani” is my short name that my mum calls me but not-so-close friends call me by my full name “Anita”.
Now that you know my name, let me write about the remaining bits. I am 22 and standing at a height of 5.7″, pretty tall for an Indian girl. Infact I was the tallest girl in my class in my high school when I studied in India and hence taller among my friends even now, as the only friends that I have got now are the ones back from high school. The ones from aerobics and my dance partners doesn’t count and I don’t intend to include them in my friends list. I am fair with creamish skin owing to a northern bloodline, even though we settled in south. I guess, the other thing that most guys like about me is my shoulder length permed hair. I got it permed after a lot of debate with my brother coz, it was his idea but I have to admit, he was right about how I do look. I knew he must have been imagining me in all kinds of hairstyles, but since he is my brother, I didn’t much think about it at that time. It was back then when I returned from Oxford and I kept maintaining the same hairstyle ever since.
The other thing which guys like about me are my 38Ds but I think breasts are over emphasized!! Nonetheless, it’s a bit awkward while every other guy stares down at them even while they were conversing with me. At such times, I bring my defiant self out and walk to the grocery store at the end of our street in just my half nightie. I don’t often bother to wear a bra while I go out on such petty errands. Whenever I get down to the ground floor of our apartment in elevator, usually, the first person that I encounter is our watchman. He is a good chap but I knew he got more than a good look at my taut nipples through my thin nightie. I give him a sly smile and walk out on our street with my breasts jiggling under the thin layer of my fabric. I noticed a few turn their heads and even whistles but none ever dared to approach.It’s a good thing to be admired.
It was on one such occasion that my brother accompanied me to the grocery store. It was mid-day, right in the middle of summer and the temperature outside was humid 38 degrees Celsius. I was sitting happily in living room, watching TV with the air-conditioner tuned to a decent 21 degrees. As usual, my dad was away at his office and my 20 year old brother was at home enjoying his summer break. Mum was busy cooking the lunch and simultaneously trying to list all the necessary items for our impending summer vacation due in 2 days.
My mum yelled from the kitchen, “Ani, can you just go to the grocery store and get me the items in this list?”. She had a list with her and I walked up to kitchen in my nightie and started reading it. I knew I can find all the items in the grocery store at the end of the street. I had been to that store enough number of times that I could recite every item in the store even in my sleep. This means that I didn’t have to go to the nearest supermarket which was a kilometer away.
But nonetheless, I intended to put my lazy brother to work and asked him, “Rakesh, put on your slippers. You are coming with me to the store. I cannot carry all these items by myself”. He arched an eyebrow and laughed, “are you coming out like that sis? in your tiny nightie?”. I instantly turned my head towards the full size mirror in the far corner of the living room, behind the TV. My nightie was short, with the hem covering half my upper thighs and above, but the rest of my legs were bare. I am not a slim girl by any means and I have well toned thighs and calf muscles, thankfully for the every day morning jog. But, I didn’t see any reason to cover my legs for the prudent few born for the sole sake of staring and making wild comments about a girl’s thighs. So, I nodded my head and smiled wickedly at my brother, “I hope you aren’t ashamed of your sister’s thighs bro”, knowing full well that he was staring right at them a few moments ago.
He got up and walked up to the door putting his slippers on and waited for me outside. I took the money and the list from my mum and held it in my palm, for there were no pockets in my nightie and I didn’t intend to carry a handbag for a five minutes walk. These I later on handed over to my brother, to put them in his pocket while we entered the elevator. Our flat in the apartment is on 15th floor and it would usually take more than 5 minutes to get down to the ground floor early in the morning but at this time of the day, the elevator was fairly secluded and no one entered until 5th floor leaving me and my brother all alone while all of a sudden the power went off. The elevator halted and the lights went out. There wasn’t any back up power.
I didn’t carry my mobile along with me and there was no way of letting any one know that we were stuck inside the elevator. Apart from being dark it was getting equally hot and I decided to sit down and wait for the power to come back. My brother on the other hand seemed to enjoy the moment for he started whistling a tune. Even though it wasn’t the time to be rejoicing. But, I was glad that he came along with me and took comfort in knowing that he was with me rather than a stranger.
I sat down with my legs flat on the floor, and adjusted my nightie to properly cover my thighs. I didn’t have any thing under my nightie, not even panties. I chuckled at the thought that if only my brother knew, how little I was wearing. My brother sat opposite to me resting his back on the opposite wall of the elevator. The elevator was a tiny one and could accommodate at most 6 at a time. So, the length of the elevator wasn’t any great and when my brother sat opposite me, his legs touched mine. Since I was wearing slippers, I let go of them to one side and rubbed my toes against my brother’s. It felt warm and nice, even in such a warm weather.
“Sis, your skin feels really soft. I bet your boyfriend must really like it?” he asked half chuckling to himself. I knew he was curious about me and my boyfriend and lately I am learning that he is interested in my body as well. I tried to play cool and give away nothing. I said, “I think he is in love with me bro. Just a typical boy, you know. But, promise me not to tell our parents. It’s nothing serious and I don’t want them to think anything more about it.”
Meanwhile, we kept rubbing our toes along our legs. His leg was a not as hairy as my boyfriend’s but was firm. I slid my back a little lower along the wall so that I could reach a bit high on his leg. This move made my nightie ride up more under me, making my bare ass cheeks to rest on the elevator’s floor. I knew it would make my ass cheeks dirty but, I reasoned it’s better to have a dirty ass which no one could see, than a dirty nightie with contours of my ass cheek. One more reason being, my brother couldn’t see any of it even though my nightie had risen fairly high up.
Thus, having slid lower, I was able to reach up to his upper thighs and run my toes along his boxers. For this, he jokingly remarked “sis, don’t you go any further up north, you might find something else there.” I knew very well what I would find there but I mocked a genuine surprise saying “oh I don’t wanna find any hidden things bro”. This made us both laugh and made the entire situation easy on us.
The only thing that I didn’t realize was that , if I can could reach his upper thighs, he too could reach mine. He is 3 inches taller than I am and he could reach much more than my thighs and right when I was stuck with this thought, I felt his leg slide along my thighs and stopped at my hips. All this happened so fast, I barely realized that I was bare from hip below and that he could feel my bare skin. His toes touched my hips and I gasped at the feel of his bare skin. He too must have realized that I wasn’t wearing anything under my nightie, but he didn’t move his feet away. He just said, “Sis, looks like you forgot a few of your clothing”. He didn’t say I forgot my panties and I knew he was just teasing me. I could imagine him giggling from ear to ear and feeling pretty naughty for running his leg all over my skin in the dark.
I let his leg lie on my hips as I pulled my hem over my pubic and in the process his toes and ankle remained under my nightie. I didn’t want him to gape at my pubic when the light comes back, even though the thought of it made goosebumps on my skin, my nipples tightened and became taught poking from under the fabric.
I just smiled at his remark and whispered “I don’t often wear my panties bro, I thought you knew that already!!” That was my curiosity getting better of me and I just threw a dart in the dark hoping it would hit the target and so it did. The reply was, “How can I miss it sis. Your ass sways all the time you walk in the house and so does your breasts.”
I giggled, “You naughty bro. Well, now I think you know that I don’t even wear a bra. And what else have you been perving on?”
“I am not such a bad boy sis. But you have huge ones and how can anyone miss them” his toes kept rubbing on my left hip bone and a few inches to the right of it, almost touching my pubic mound.
I was already wet and wondered if he could smell the musky juices in the closed room of the elevator. The air in the elevator got too heavy and the sweat started dripping down my back and at the front. Beads of sweat dripped from my neck along my cleavage making the nightie wet and cling to my breasts. Finally unable to bear the heat, I breathed out, making hissing sound as if to let the heavy air out and make my body a bit cooler. “It’s too hot don’t you think? and the sweat is killing me. I wish the power comes on soon.”
I knew he would have some brilliant idea for any situation. All guys do and being a typical guy his suggestion was, “Why don’t you take off your nightie and rub your sweat off sis. I don’t mind and I can’t see you anyway. It’s completely dark in here.” That was a lame suggestion to make in front of any girl and totally not the kind a kid brother should suggest his elder sister.
I giggled and placed my hand on his leg, patting on it. “Well, I guess that sounds like a good idea and for that you got to take off your leg from here mister.”
He took his time moving it away to my side but not before moving it across my pubic and grazing his toes across my trimmed pubic. His leg lingered there for some time but eventually moved to my side on to the elevator’s floor.
I moved my hands lower and held the hem of my nightie as I pulled it over my head and laid there completely naked right in front of my own brother. My back was half rested against the elevator’s wall and remaining half on the floor, thus the wall acted as a pillow to my head. I could feel steel on my bare skin. I then threw my nightie in my brother’s direction and laughed heartily at his situation. Any man would be tempted having a naked girl in the same room as him. Not even brothers are an exception to it. I was thoroughly enjoying the situation and as well as my nakedness.
I heard a gasp as my nightie landed somewhere in the distant and I figured it must have reached him. It sure did, since my brother’s voice came right after it. “seems like you were really sweaty sis. Your nightie is wet at all the places. Since your nightie is with me, care to enlighten me what is it you are wearing now?”
“If you are so keen on knowing, I am wearing my birthday dress bro” I chuckled and rubbed my leg a bit higher on his thigh and by mere accident it grazed across his crotch. I was delighted to feel the hard on , even though he was in shorts and with an underwear under it. He moaned and there was a momentary silence.
He then re-positioned his leg to his previous position onto my thighs and this time moved it a bit higher up to my tummy. His leg was along the center of my body with toes touching my navel. I knew he could even feel my pubic. I kept one of my palm on his leg as he slowly moved it up and down along my tummy rubbing on my skin.
“Is it a kind of tummy massaging?” I inquired playfully, “It feels good, and if you do it properly, I might even consider letting you do it a few more times.”
He must have liked what he heard for he moved his leg sensuously along my skin making circles on my tummy and then he said, “Sis, it will feel even better with a hand.”
I considered it for a while in the silence. During that time he too must have held his breath, coz he stopped rubbing on my tummy and I could hear deep breathes. Finally I said ok but on one condition, “I would only allow your hand on my tummy. Not any where else ok?”
His immediate reply was, “I swear sis. I really do. I will not drift my hand even by an inch”.
I nodded in the dark and asked him to come to my side and sit by me. He stood up and moved across the elevator to my right side and sat there with his back to the elevator wall. I could immediately feel his warm body by my side. He sat pretty close to my side almost touching his shirt and shorts.
He took my arm and wrapped it around his shoulder. This made my breasts sway and rub across the side of his shirt. He then placed his palm on my tummy and rubbed it gently in smaller circles. It felt warm but good. A few times his fingertips grazed the underside of my breasts, but most of the time he kept his rubbing to my tummy.
To tease him a bit more, I whispered, “I think there is sweat dripping from my cleavage Rakesh. Can you just wipe it off for me?”
He slowly moved his palm up and with two fingers rubbed on the sweat between my breasts making a straight line between them. This also gave him chance to touch my breasts more openly. Then he said, “Sis, do you want me to rub the sweat on your breasts too?”
I giggled at his playfulness. It was harmless snogging and I haven’t had good hands on them for a long time. So I acquiesced. “ok, but don’t over do it. May be just a few rubs”
He moved his palm to cup my breasts. Even though he has long fingers, my breasts are too big to fit in one’s palm but he cupped most of it and squeezed them slowly. I let out a moan from deep in throat and started breathing heavily. I was so wet that part of me started thinking what if my juices trickle down to the elevator’s floor!
He switched between cupping my right and left breasts, giving equal attention to both. All the time while he performed the act, we kept quiet except for my moans, which slowly grew in intensity and filled the elevator. Apart from squeezing my breasts, he moved his head closer and kissed on my cheeks. This made me blush for he wasn’t just lusting for my body, he was also trying to romance.
But, as it was the case, right then the power came back and elevator’s light slowly flickered to life again. I was on the elevator’s floor all naked. Not even a thread of clothing was there on my body and suddenly I felt shyness creep into me. I placed my left hand immediately across my breasts, covering them and pulled the right hand from around my brother’s shoulder. I looked for my dress and it was there in one corner. As soon as my eyes were set on it, I crawled across the elevator to grab it. In the process, my back was to my brother while I was on fours crawling to get to my nightie and this made him gasp. I looked back to see his eyes staring at my ass cheeks and may be my pussy lips as well, and this made me smile and loose a bit of my suddenly found shyness. I wiggled my ass playfully and grabbed my dress.
The elevator started moving down and there were only 5 floors left for me to get dressed and be presentable again. I stood up and pulled the dress over my head and it was just in time while I was adjusting the folds of my dress near my hips, the elevator door opened and we found our mum, watchman and few other service men waiting for us in the ground floor. I smiled at my mum and hugged her tightly and she too was happy and hugged me. My brother too joined us and hugged both of us but even while he was hugging us, he placed his hand firmly on my ass cheeks. I turned my head towards him and our eyes met. he winked and I smiled mouthing “pervert”. He giggled and squeezed my cheeks gently. I knew the elevator affair would be a secret between us and it was far from over. After all, it was only the beginning.
