Initially I wasn't much interested in Sex as I was studying in Boy's school. Also in our building there wasn't any girls which was of similar age of mine. So I never had sex before or even seen a girl naked, except in some of porno magazines. I started to develop my interest in Girls and sex some time after my 14th birthday. The only girl around me was my older sister Sangita.
Didi is around same height of mine 5' 8", fare skin with attractive figure. Instead of describing each and every detail about her, I would tell you only one name if you are Hindi Movie Viewers. She looks alike Film actress Zeenat Amaan. Exactly little version with that big breast, deep naval and wide hips.
I remembered I had my first masturbation and first orgasm because of Didi.
One Sunday morning I went to bathroom for bath just after she had her bath (we have small flat with hall cum dining cum bedroom and kitchen with one bathroom and WC, which everybody uses). I closed the bathroom door and strip naked. I had morning hard-on so I started to play with my cock.
Suddenly my eyes drifted at the corner where I saw Didi's nightgown along with other family member's cloth. Just below her gown something black was peaking out. I pulled out that. Off came 'Didi's black Bra'. As I touched that bra my cock twitched in anticipation. I lift her laying gown up and her blue Panties fell off. I picked up her panties. I had my Didi's Bra in one hand and her Panties in other hand.
God! It was so exciting just to hold Didi's undergarments like that. Those were same bras, which were cupping didi's big breast. Those were same panties, which covering didi's most intimated part, her pussy. That thought drove me just crazy. I can't explain what I did with those undergarments at that time. I Touched, smelled, sucked her bra/panties. I rubbed it on my cock. I put her bra on my chest, I wore her panties with big tent of my cock stretching fabrics.
At last, One cloth hanger was there in the bathroom with couple of cloth pins. I took Didi's night gown and put it on hanger. Then I put her bra on the upper portion and her panties in middle portion, which held there by cloth pins, and then I hang that gown on wall hook. Now it was as if my didi is standing there showing me her bra and panties.
I pressed my self on the gown against the wall and started to suck her bra cup. And also started to move my cock on crotch of her panties as if I'm fucking Didi. I was so excited that my cock was expanding at his maximum length. And suddenly I erupt. I had my first orgasm with forcedly splashing on her panty crotch and gown. I don't know how much semen I ejaculated. Jet after jet erupts from my cock. It all had name of Didi.
My first orgasm was so powerful that it weakens my legs and I had to sit on bathroom floor. After some time I came to sense. I raised and started the shower and had nice bath, which refreshed me. Before quitting the bathroom I took Didi's gown, bra and panties. Cleaned all my semen from them and put them on other cloths as it was before.
After that it was my favourite way to masturbate in the bathroom. Off course! I was able to do that only on Sunday because Sunday was holiday and only that day Didi and me happen to be one after for bath. I would never wake up until I see didi enter in the bathroom so it was obvious that I am the next. Mother and Father used to wake up early and most of the time mother used to be in the kitchen preparing breakfast and father used to be out for Sunday's purchasing.
All other time I would jerk off and think about Didi and pretending I am sliding my penis in and out of her wet pussy. At first I just fantasised about what she would look like naked. Then I wondered what it would be like to have sex with her. I even had great dreams about making love with her and I'd wake up with a raging hard-on every morning. Of course I never told anybody about my fantasies and never let Didi know about them.
I finished my school and started studying in collages. I had some girlfriends that time and had sex with few of them. Whenever I was with any girl I would compared them with Didi and none of them I found as interesting as my didi. I tried to drift my mind from Didi to others but eventually I would come back to her again. I just let go my mind with my desire and obsession and was thinking about didi and her sexy body 24 hours.
Whenever I am at home I used to watch Didi without her notice. I was sneaking on her while she was changing dress or when she was helping mother for housework I got good glimpse of her sexy body so many times. Living with her in such small house rewarded me so many touches and cures of her luscious body. I was dying to touch her big breast and soft buttock.
My favourite way to feel her breast is evening time when I would stand in the balcony watching on the main road. Our balcony was such a way that length of balcony was facing narrow gully of our building and width was facing to main road, which was full of traffic and people. That width of balcony was hardly wide enough to stand two people at a time.
When I would stand there in the middle folding my hand on balcony railing (purposely putting my fingers on my triceps). Some time Didi would come there and I would move bit to allow her to stand beside me. I move such a way that she has to press herself against me. And her big breast would press against my triceps. Fingers of my other hand, which was resting there, would get clear soft touch of didi's breast. I would move my fingers so deliberately she would hardly notice that I am actually caressing her soft breast. Man! It was so soft... yet firm. I would feel her warm buttock also caressing on my side. So many time I would feel her sexy body like that.
I thought Didi would never know what I was thinking about her or what I was doing with her that her own little brother desiring her sexy body. But I was wrong. Eventually she caught me once. Once she was changing dress in the kitchen and curtain between kitchen and hall was slightly open. She was facing away from my direction removing her Kurta from her head and her bra-cupped big breast was open for view. As usual I was keeping eye on her while watching TV. She casually looked in the front mirror on the wall and saw that I was watching her boldly. She realised direction of my eyes, which was on her breast. Suddenly I raised my eyes and our eyes met in the mirror.
I felt embarrassed and turned my head towards Tv. My heart started to race. Didi knew I was looking at her breast. What she will do? Will she tell to mother or father? Will she get angry with me? Thousands questions ran through my mind. I never dare to look her again. Rest of the day and next 2/3 days I tried to avoid her. Nothing was happened in that period. I relaxed and started my tip-toying again. She caught me again 2/3 time on various occasions. Now she must have realised what I am up to. But surprisingly she never said single word to anybody or me. That felt strange to me. But as long as she wasn't objecting I had no problem watching her.
One day Didi and I was standing in the balcony in our usual position, she against my hand and I was pressing my fingers against her breast. I don't know whether she realised already that or not but I guess she wasn't otherwise she wouldn't have keep herself on me like that. Since earlier she didn't say anything about my acts I thought I would try my luck this time. We were standing in the balcony talking about collage and other things. Since balcony was in the narrow lane it was little bit dark there.
While talking with didi slowly I moved my fingers, which was touching her breast from backsides. She must have sensed my movement she immediately stopped talking and stiffened. But she hadn't move. Since she hadn't resisted I dared and put my full palm on her soft breast. I was excited as well scared what will be her reaction? My legs started to shake lightly. But she hadn't resisted. She simply glanced at me and looked again on road. I also never dare to look at her. I kept my eyes on road and slowly started caress her breast.
First I slowly moved my hand on her left breast then boldly plant full hand on her full big breast and started to squeeze it. Didi's breast was much bigger as it wasn't fitting in my hand. I had to cup her bottom half-first and then upper half. I realised my fondling had aroused her because I sensed her nipple grew hard in her Kurta and bra. Material of her Kurta and bra was definitely thin as I could clearly sense hardness of her nipple like hard eraser.
God! It was heaven! Touching Didi's breast for the first time was ultimate experience in my life. I hadn't known how long I was fondling her breast. Surprisingly she never objected once, She let me fondle her. It was kick! Kick in the head and in my pant. My older sister was letting me, her younger brother to fondle her breast. I wouldn't have stopped fondling her if mother wouldn't have called up from kitchen. She just let go my hand and went inside. I was so intimated in my first fondling of her that I hadn't notice she had gone. That night I couldn't sleep single minute. Whole time I was thinking about didi's soft breast and their warm touches.