Locked Out: A Monsoon Secret Revealed

I had gone out with friends to a local pub in Jubilee Hills. It happened to be hosting a wild rain-dance theme party that night. It was one of those places that got the bouncers to confiscate your keys if they felt you had too many pegs. It was a good time so I had had a few Kingfishers, and at least one too many to drive my bike. So here I am having taken an Ola cab home to realize without my keys I wasn't getting in the front door. I sat on the back verandah for a bit and I think nodded off, maybe a half hour.

When I woke up I saw our Indie dog Bhairav staring at me through the glass sliding door. Our patio door was double secure with a great latch and a heavy brass reinforcing bar. So that was out as I had determined before my impromptu nap. I had sat down to think about other options. The ground-floor window into the utility area was also latched well. Now less drunk and thinking better I remembered the tree. We have a huge, sturdy Mango tree in the front corner of our compound. It had worked well when my sister and I had wanted to sneak out to meet our friends in junior college.

So that was my answer, the only complication was the only window that was close enough was my sister's room on the first floor. She had two windows onto the front lawn, where mine looked into the backyard but only one window. So I came back around to the front and saw my sister's Scooty gone and I assumed she was out with her friends like I had been. I had been out early with my batchmates who had early morning practicals at the nearby degree college I attended in Somajiguda, as a second-year student. I was taking BA classes and considering preparing for the civil services.

With being early off classes this Friday, we started kinda early goofing off. My sister attended an engineering college in Gachibowli. That's why she had a better two-wheeler than me even though a year younger, at least that's what our folks said. Unknown to me at the time our Amma had gone out with her younger sister, Kavitha Chitti, for a late dinner and drinks with her kitty party gang. Amma took my sister's Scooty as she was home and Amma was feeling the lighter vehicle would help her navigate the evening traffic.

Nanna had gone on a last-minute trip for his IT firm to Delhi. So their Honda City was in the portico and my sister's two-wheeler was gone. I carefully made my way up that old mango tree and slowly out on the thick branch to the mostly decorative concrete sunshade at the front. I made it to the short roof section, only about 2 feet wide but at a good angle against the heavy monsoon rains. My sister typically left her window cracked for a little cross-ventilation in non-winter months. So when I got there I was lucky and found it cracked as usual.

I quietly opened it a couple of inches, no need to make noise and scare Amma, but listened just in case. I heard some rustling but nothing worrying. It was probably Bhairav again, he liked to sleep near my sister most nights. I quietly opened the window further, just enough to slip inside and not fall to the mosaic floor with a thump. I reached back and closed the window back down to where it had been. That's when I realized what I had heard before was someone muttering. It turns out my sister was home and asleep.

So not to scare the crap out of her I was trying to leave her room undetected. I waited there crouched in the dark until I could see better. My sister's voice got a little louder but not quite enough to hear what she said. When my eyes adjusted to the glow of the streetlamp outside, I could see small movements in my sister's cotton bedsheets. At first, I worried she was having a nightmare but it didn't seem like thrashing movements of fear. That's when I heard the only clear thing, my name but it wasn't like I was busted. I wait a minute more and nothing more.

As I'm getting ready to slink out I hear, "Oh yes Nithin, touch me like that." I heard her voice and realized it was filled with pure lust. I thought about it quickly. Her last boyfriend wasn't named Nithin and I don't remember any others at our high school with my name, but it could for sure be some guy from her engineering batch. As a first-year student and very pretty, my sister could have any guy she wanted.

As a classical and contemporary dancer, she was lithe and willowy. She had started with Bharatanatyam but had spread her interest in different hip-hop and fusion styles after seeing the movie ABCD. My sister Lavanya, Lav for short, is a tall raven-haired beauty standing 5'9" with small breasts that perfectly fit her trim frame. Her waist was tiny even eating the exact same biryani and dosas I do, just from doing a little running around KBR Park and her daily dance practice. Her butt and legs were taut and streamlined from all those years of rigorous footwork.

Not to say she didn't have a figure, just the opposite, she was the very image of South Indian beauty. As I crouch there I decide it's time to get the hell out. It's then I hear her again, "Come on big brother, put that hard cock into my pussy and have your way with me." It was right then that I realized my sister was dreaming about me, her brother Nithin. My next shock was now hearing a wet, slick schlick schlick sound and realizing she wasn't asleep she was masturbating.

With that in mind, it took me back a few years to a kiss we shared one winter during our cousin's Sangeet when she caught me hiding in the dark storage room. The kiss was hot and wet in its passion, if over quickly, brushed off as an accidental dare. I had never really thought too much about my sister beyond seeing her beauty grow from a cute kid to a gorgeous young woman now. Now with her laying there moaning my name and stuffing her obviously wet pussy it didn't take much effort.

Seeing those innocent touches and bumps over the last few years in a new light made me tingle and my balls in particular. Needless to say, I'm completely sober now. Moments later she moans out, "Come on Nithin stuff me full of your hard big brother cock and fill me up. Cum inside me and breed me like I want you to. OH NITHIN!" She cums hard, the result being her covers flying off and her naked, sweat-sheened wheatish body arching in orgasm with her fingers stuffed into her hard. She relaxes again seconds after, her body flopping back to her mattress. Her eyes are closed and she is breathing hard.

Knowing now how she feels, I slowly stand up and quietly step over and slip the sheet back over her bare skin. I say gently, "I never knew you had feelings and wanted me like that Lav." She gasps, her eyes flying open to see me standing there in the dim light. She wheezes out, "Nithin what are you doing in here?"

I grin ruefully and say, "Sneaking in your bedroom window. I had too many drinks at the pub and had to take an Ola home, without my house keys as it turns out." I sit gently down on the side of her bed and take her hand that was not in her pussy, now covering it unbeknownst to me. "Do you really want to be with me, Lavanya? You could have any guy you want. Why me?" She inhales deeply and lets out an equally large sigh, her chest rising and falling. "Do you remember when we were in 8th standard and that senior bully was bothering me? You punched his lights out. He had two black eyes for more than a week. He never bothered me or anyone around me ever again."

"That day you became my hero and I haven't been able to shake that ever since. In junior college and that Sangeet kiss, my feelings changed to ones of more love and want. I'm sorry to be such a messed up pervert, Nithin, I'll stop and get help. Normally, I would talk to you if I had a problem but this wasn't one of them. You are the problem, when I see you I have these feelings that I know I shouldn't but..."

As she spoke those words I recalled everything in sharp detail. Even having her throw her arms around my neck and kiss my cheek after the bully incident, she thanked me over and over. I even remember her calling me her hero for months afterward. The storage room kiss memory had set my own feelings and heat rising, then it culminated when I saw her naked form calling out my name. My little sister was in love with me and now I wasn't sure I didn't feel the exact same way. I had had a good amount of girlfriends and a couple extra just short-term hookups but nothing stuck.

It was right then that I realized I had always unconsciously compared their beauty to Lav's. None were able to meet that high standard. Now they didn't have to because right here was my sister telling me she was attracted to me. What was I going to do with it, I didn't know yet but first I had to tell her she was okay. "Lav, you know I love you and would do anything for you. Everything you just told me makes me see everything, especially you in a new light. One I think I want to explore too but not if you get hurt. I couldn't do that to you."

I look her in the almond-shaped eyes as I tell her these things but then feel shy and look away. She lets out a sigh and it hits me it's one of profound relief. I look back at her hoping I don't see pain or even worse, hate. Instead, I see love, and then Lav sits up cupping my face in both hands and kissing me passionately yet tenderly at the same time. I let myself enjoy it and then lean into the kiss.

Then I smell my sister's natural juices on her right hand cupping my cheek. The scent is heady and a little musky but at the same time completely intoxicating. A primal need begins to grow in me and I stand up ending the kiss. At first, I hesitate a couple of heartbeats but then realize it feels undeniably right, and I begin taking my clothes off, dropping my jeans to the floor. Lavanya was scared at first thinking I was rejecting her.

Then her beautiful face morphs into a smile and then more, an expression of raw want and lust, for me. I efficiently remove my shirt and boxers, and Lav flips the cotton sheet back. I slip into bed with her, pulling the covers back up over us after getting in. We laid there naked together for the first time since we were toddlers playing in the courtyard. I then take her in my arms and kiss my sister like the grown woman she has become. She moans in sheer contentment while I sigh at the feeling of her soft, plush lips parting under mine.

We slowly make out for the first time as our hands hold on to each other at first, then begin to roam. The feel of her soft, warm brown skin under my fingers makes the hair on my arms stand on end. As I explore, her dancer's body molds perfectly to mine, and the sensation is incredible. The blazing heat from her sex pressed right next to my equally aroused, throbbing cock. The tight muscles of her narrow shoulders, lower back, and firm butt made me harder by the second.

That on top of her small, perky tits pressed flat against my chest, her dark nipples rock hard. She wraps her left leg around mine, pulling me tighter into her embrace. The heat builds both in us and beneath the blankets, and I finally fling the covers off entirely. I just lay there staring at my beautiful sister for a few more heartbeats with a huge smile on my face. As our faces closed in again, Lav mashed her lips to mine again and the heat rose higher yet. Lav begins moaning and writhing desperately next to me. I realized quickly she was trying to worm beneath my weight.

I lift my hips up and then rotate in towards her, and then lay between my sister's sweat-slicked and soft creamy thighs. My turgid pole lying heavy across her sensitive mound. Looking down as we break for breath, I see she is more than just trimmed; it is so smooth it must be waxed, freshly at that. It's my turn to groan and then tell her, "My God Lav, you wax your pussy. That's so goddamn hot!" She giggles, her cheeks flushing dark, and replies, "I do it to be clean for you Nithin. Now finally you get to see it."

"I have to taste it too soon but there is one other place to taste first." After a deep kiss, I move my body down, dragging my rigid cock across her swollen clit to heavy, breathless moans from Lav. I stop partway after kissing my way down my sister's swan-like neck. Down to her small tits and I attack them with my mouth and tongue, even biting the soft flesh gently. I massage the one that isn't in my mouth with my fingers, pinching her dark areola lightly on occasion.

Lav begins to squirm and moan at the intense attention there. She begins to moan my name again, this time with me really touching her, not just a midnight fantasy. After several minutes of that, I can't wait anymore and finish my drop to my sister's steaming quim. I look at how beautiful it is in the amber light coming in through the windows. Her womanhood is like the rest of her—small, neat, and perfect. Many women would be described as having a beautiful peach. Lavanya has a gorgeous, aroused plum.

I start nuzzling it first, smelling her heavy arousal and sweet womanly scent all at once. Losing my willpower briefly, I kiss her clit hard first to a hot, sharp moan from Lav. I then flick it with just the tip of my tongue to louder, desperate moans. I need more of her nectar and slip my face to the bottom of her slick slit and slowly lick upwards, flicking her bean again at the very top. She moans again, her hips bucking up off the mattress. I repeat this several more times. Lav moaned each time, the pitch increasing with every wet pass of my tongue.

While her breathing is very ragged, I curl my tongue into a tight tube and push it directly into her hole and suck on her copious nectar flowing from her, finishing with a deep, vacuuming suck at the end, pushing Lavanya right over the edge. She screams her pleasure into the quiet room, "Yes! Eat me, Nithin! Eat my soaking wet cunt. It's all yours whenever you want it. Ooooohhhh!" I continue to slurp my sister's sweet cunt honey until her orgasm begins to recede, her soft thighs nudging me off gently.

I crawl back up her trembling body kissing randomly, stopping a second to lick her belly button to a new, soft moan. Laying a quick peck on each wet nipple on the way by too. Arriving to see Lav's large dark eyes flutter open to see me smiling down at her. "I would love to eat your little plum anytime you want me to, Lav. You taste like the sweetest honey I have ever had. I would love that on my dosas in the morning." Lav and I laugh quietly at the image. I kiss her fervently and she returns the kiss in equal measure, her tongue dancing with mine.

When we break again for more air, Lav whispers, "Fuck me now Nithin. I need you inside me for real now, no more fingers faking it." I reply smiling, brushing a damp lock of hair from her forehead, "Not tonight Lav. Tonight, I plan on making love to you." She has thick tears come to her eyes and she only nods, overwhelmed with emotion. I slip my thick cock back on top of her wet mound as it was before.

I repeat dragging my cock down over her clit to a shuddering, sharp breath from Lav. As I slide down her slippery slit, I push in slightly to find her tight entrance. When my tip lodges firmly in her opening, I look to Lav for permission and to see if she is absolutely sure. She nods frantically, not realizing she's holding her breath in sheer anticipation. I push in slowly, causing her to moan out through her held breath out her nose. I feed her my thick cock until I bottom out completely. I am now fully sheathed in the incredibly tight, boiling wet confines of Lavanya's untouched pussy.

We both groan out our mutual, intense pleasure and kiss deeply, fully enjoying the ultimate connection both inside and out. Slowly, I begin stroking to and from my sister's heavenly, gripping sheath. I slowly build speed with every other stroke to reach a steady, rhythmic pace where we both feel that incredible connection expand through our entire bodies. In no time at all, my orgasm begins building with that familiar, heavy tingling in my balls.

Lavanya's breathing ramps up with my slick, slapping strokes until it is so ragged I know she too is right there at the precipice. I caress her beautiful face with my left hand, her dark eyes flutter open and I tell her, "Cum with me Lav. When I fill you with my seed you will be mine from then on, and I will be yours." She nods in frantic agreement, digging her nails into my back. I then pump her with a few more deep, forceful strokes and we both fly over the edge of absolute lust together. Lavanya moans out my name again, "Oh Nithin! You make me feel so wonderful. Yes, fill me up and claim me. I'm yours and you are mine. Ooohhh!"

Unable to speak through the blinding wave of pleasure, I latch onto Lavanya's chest just above her left breast and suck hard, leaving a dark hickey marking her as mine forever. As I pump my hot seed deep inside her womb, she runs her fingers through my thick hair gently. I caress her damp sides as our massive orgasms slowly dissipate. Soon though, she starts giggling as my light caresses begin to tickle her sensitive ribs, and she pulls my face to hers for a tremendous, loving kiss. Sighing deeply, I pull out slowly and move to take her fully in my arms. We each give light, affectionate pecks to the other's lips and face.

With final deep sighs of absolute contentment, we both fall asleep entangled in each other's arms. Shortly after sunrise, our Amma checks on both of us since Nanna is away. She doesn't see me in my own room but then finds me holding Lavanya tightly in her bed. She smiles warmly at the deep sibling love we have for each other, completely not seeing we are entirely naked, as the thick cotton sheet had been pulled back securely around us as we dropped off. She also misses all my discarded clothes scattered on Lavanya's normally spotless bedroom floor in the dim morning light. She might have assumed I was simply comforting a scared Lavanya from one of her random childhood nightmares. But it was a completely different type of dream that finally brought us together that rainy night.