Chandrika

“I’ll be nice.” I tried to open the door, it was locked “Unlock the door, come on, let desi me in.” The door opened a crack, my sister tilted her head sideways to look indian out at me, a long lock of blonde hair fell across her eyes “You bring any Twinkies to go with that soda?” She swept the hair out of her sunny face so I could see her eyes were smiling, she had gotten over the fit she threw in the bathroom. I stepped into the room and handed her a can “You want me to get you some chips or something?” She stepped to her bureau and grabbed a bag of Doritos “I got it, thanks anyway.” I sat on her bed, kicked back against two pillows and stretched my legs. Tracy opened a drawer and pulled out a body bra, the kind girls wear when they are working out. She turned back to me, pulled her shirt up and off, shrugged out of her regular bra then put on the sports bra. When she tugged the top into place she turned to me “Close your eyes.” I did as she requested and heard clothing rustling for a few moments. When she said “Okay” I opened them, she had shed her skirt and was wearing a pair of black yoga pants. The snug black top and tight stretch pants revealed my sister’s form from head to toes. Even though she was my older sister and a few pounds beyond slim and trim I felt a stir of wickedness in my boy parts. I had to Bhabhi avert my eyes because I shouldn’t look at her boobs that way. She got onto the bed and sat next to me cross-legged holding her soda. She put the bag of chips between her legs then said “Please don’t tell mom about this, I’d be in real trouble again.” “Then why do you do it? You know mom will beat you with her Bible if she finds out.” Tracy paused for a few seconds “I can relax, I can tune out the fucking six o’clock news, I can dream my dreams.” “What do you dream about? What do you want to do?” “Jake, if I tell you what I really want to do you can’t say a word to anybody, mom, your friends, Pastor Jeff or even dad if he ever shows his face again. Promise” She was so intent, so focused on me that I had to say “Yeah, okay. Promise.” And I meant it, I could see this was important to her. Tracy took a long pull from her soda, shifted on her butt slightly and sam burned red in the face “I want to be a porn star.” “A what? A porn star? A movie sex queen?” “Not movies, internet.” I’d heard of pornography from some of my friends at school but never watched it. “You want to do sinful stuff and let people watch?” My sister hung her head slightly and nodded, “Jesus love you Tracy, what the hell is your pot mixed with, how stoned are you?” She looked up at me “Jake, I’ve been having sex since I was 14, that’s six years and I never had a bad experience. Hmmm, full body massage, he said? She then moved to her knees and desi after opening his fly, pulled his beloved flesh out to the light of day. sam Amy had just experienced her first climax. I couldn't think, breathe, all I could do at this moment was feel… I wanted to think about what had happened. “I am. “I don’t know.” And they will do …. She entered the door and quickly pulled off her shoes, top and pants indian and placed them in her bedroom closet. With the both of us standing on the bottom of the pool and the water to our sunny neck Vicky climbed me and fed her pussy with my pecker. But, since her sister worked in the place, Bhabhi they were allowed to sit outside and her sister, Melody served them there.