15 comments/ 45614 views/ 13 favorites Mussoorie Days Ch. 01 By: itsacrazyworld ------------------------------------------------ Hello, guys. This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Any words of encouragement/constructive criticism will be highly appreciated. Note that this is intended as the first chapter of a series concerning the exploits of Divya (the narrator) and her brother. I will write more chapters depending upon the responses I receive. ------------------------------------------------- My name is Divyalakshmi, although, almost everyone calls me by my pet name, "Divya". I am 28 year old Hindu housewife from Mussoorie, not the US state of "Missouri", but the beautiful hill station situated in the far off exotic land of India. Mussoorie lies in the district of Uttarkhand and is renowned for its natural beauty, both in terms of parnoramic view and its women. This is the story of my late teenage years and early adulthood growing up in this enchanting place, finding my true love and finally succumbing to the taboo and heartbreak that it brought with it. As with every coin, there is also a second side to this story: that of my tryst with the age old Indian tradition of "kamasutra" or 'the art of lovemaking'. Without further ado....... I was born and raised in a Hindu household devoid of a mother as she had died in childbirth when my younger brother was born. And as it turned out, my brother and I ended up being raised by our widower father who hardly ever took care of us. I am only one year older than my brother, and so do not recall what kind of a lady my mother was, but I'm sure if she were around things wouldn't have been so difficult growing up. It wasn't the basic amenities that we were lacking, as dad made sure that we went to the best schools in town and always had the better, more "stylish" clothes than the kids next door. No, that wasn't the problem. Instead, what we missed the most in those years were love and emotional care. Having taken to drinking after mom passed away, dad was never there for us when we really needed him. Perhaps this was the reason why I bonded so closely with Hari in those tender years. Hari is my brother, short for HariKrishnan (another one of those Hindu pet names, necessary to cut out the excess). He was truly a bright-eyed boy right from childhood. Although, he was junior to me by one year, there was never an end to the praise I had to listen to, heaped on him by the teachers in school. I remember how hard it was for me back then to take in how blessed he was by genetics; he was everything that I was not: brainy, intelligent and good looking, while I was just the thin, pale and average-looking girl who went unnoticed wherever she went. However, these apparent differences in our abilities never got in the way of our relationship. Successful as he was outside the house, he was just a very needy and emotional kid, inside. Without parents to tend to his need, I was mother, father and sister to him. He clinged to me for almost everything, forming what a casual outsider would describe an "unhealthy attachment". We were two kids growing up who only had each other for company. I took care of him and took great pride in doing so. After all, he was my little genius brother. I dressed him up for school, scolded him whenever he got into trouble, slept beside him whenever he scared himself by watching a horror movie and also during the winters when the temperature in Mussoorie would dip near the freezing point. We also took many road and camping trips to the hills with our dad and Uncle in tow,but ended up keeping each other company by telling stories and jokes, as the two elders made themselves busy by drinking booze and stargazing. Things went pretty much the same way as the years passed by. Time has a tendency to creep up on you and before we knew it, we hit adulthood. It was around the time, when I was nineteen and Hari had turned eighteen that my story really takes off. In the years leading up, there was a slow but certain change in a few things that we had previously taken for granted. For one, I wasn't the "ugly duckling" of our house anymore. I had grown into, what a guy would describe to his pals as a "head-turner". My erstwhile flat bosom had also transformed into a rather embarrassing size for a young girl to deal with. In short, I had turned from a 'tomboy' who people used to jokingly call the 'first boy of the family' to a real woman. Although not sudden, this change surely had its fall-outs. For one, by this time, I was being forced to avoid a few of Hari's friends who I too had been really close with from childhood. The reason being that they were pulling all stops trying to 'woo' me even to the point of teasing me for a quick kiss and initiating raunchy conversations with double entendres. I didn't mind the attention that they were showering on me yet I had to keep myself in line because of two simple reasons: I lived in a very conservative locality, unlike the western countries, for an unmarried girl to be hanging around with a guy here would set the heads rolling and gossip mills churning overtime, and the second and major reason for me withholding being Hari himself. The poor guy was conscious about this problem and was trying his best to keep his pesky friends from coming to our house and I wanted to avoid any embarrassments for my little brother. These events, although they caused a bit of uneasiness in our daily interactions, never really resulted in anything else. This was until that fateful evening on November the 8th, a week after we celebrated Hari's eighteenth birthday. It was a bitter and cold evening in Mussoorie, but a really special one for me, as I was out on my first date. Couple of weeks prior to it, I had accepted a proposal given to me by a senior in my college. His name was Raj, he was a really great all-round guy, part of the state champion cricket team with a swag that made girls go weak in the knees. Initially I was apprehensive about the entire thing, but in time I had found the courage to speak up and reciprocate my feelings to him. In retrospect, it was more a matter of my raging estrogen than anything else that led me down that road. And so it was on that cold November evening that in a private and hushed up manner, I and my new boyfriend embarked on our first date. We went to watch a movie in a theater blocks away from our neighborhood so that we would not be discovered. As the lights dimmed for the premier of the latest "bollywood" musical, I wasn't quite sure what to expect out of this outing. Seated in the back row in the dimly lit hallway notoriously nicknamed "lovers point", we were able to make out the crowd as being sparse with the majority being made up of couples hugging and kissing each other. We were both weirded out by this at first and the romance being portrayed on the big screen led to the increase in awkwardness of the situation. As the minutes went on though, something materialized between us. It started with merely a formal hand-holding but as half-time was approaching, it was quite clear that my boyfriend was more interested in exploring my body with his hands than he was of finding out whether the protagonist in the movie would ever find his true love. I was quite uncertain as to where this was leading to or as to how far he would actually end up going, but I was enjoying it and so made no comments on his antics. My silence was all the acknowledgement Raj needed as he took the plunge, and grabbed hold of me in a passionate embrace and French kissed me like the many couples in the front rows were doing. After the initial shock, the realization of it being my first kiss ever, shook me. Boy, what a way to start off, I thought! I had now taken one more step into territory of womanhood from which there was no turning back. The kiss instead of satiating Raj, got him more excited. He cupped my breasts through my clothes (I was wearing a Sari which is a traditional Indian attire for women) in his hands, squeezing them like sponge. I had turned red with pain and embarrassment, momentarily feeling a sense of guilt at cooperating on being treated like this. My feelings were a bit premature and out of place though, as the events that were to follow that night would indicate. He became bolder after I responded in kind to his groping off my breasts and slowly lowered his fingers inside my Sari and petticoat, sinking them inside my panties, as he continued kissing me. Within a few minutes, he took my panties off, threw them near the vacant seats beside us and immediately went to work on my vagina with his fingers, rubbing and inserting with abundance. I couldn't fathom where he was getting at, but if his plan was to make me horny, boy, did he succeed! I had never been more turned on in my life. Between our kisses he murmured in our native tongue "Teri chut kitni geeli hai, Divya! Aaj to main isse bhar ke hi chodunga" ("How wet your cunt is, Divya!. I'll not rest without filling it up today!"). These words somehow dissipated any remaining doubts in my mind. Wanton lust had taken the place of curiosity and I knew I didn't want this to stop. All I knew was that I wanted it bad. The rest of the events were a blur. We didn't finish the movie, instead, got out with around 20 minutes remaining, hailing a cab to my house. I was still wearing my Sari but this time without my panties. I had told him before exiting the hall that my house would be empty at this time of the evening, as dad would not be home from work and my brother would be over for his coaching classes. I knew we probably would have a couple of hours in our hands if we got there in time. On the way over, we both sat without speaking a word to each other and without making any moves so as not to arise the suspicion of the cab driver. Each of our minds filled with what was awaiting us once we reached our destination and how it would change our lives forever. Unbeknownst to me was that, what I was about to do would affect my life much much more than it would affect Raj. Upon our arrival at my house, I opened the door with my key. I was barely about to close the door when... Raj was on me like a beast in heat, showering me with kisses all over my face. He was clearly the dominant partner at that instant, but deep down I knew I wanted it as much as him. I don't know how we did it, but I managed to lock the door and we found ourselves in my bedroom, still kissing and fondling. He had practically carried me there in his arms as I navigated the directions for him by yelling in between grunts. Once there, he hugged me tightly, I could finally feel the source of his passion in the form of his throbbing member pressed against me. I shuddered and let out a small groan upon feeling it, which barely escaped my mouth, before Raj covered it for me with his own mouth. After passionately making out for what seemed like an hour, but what was only like ten minutes or so, he forcibly pushed me onto the bed. He then pulled my Sari upwards and raised my legs till my wet virgin cunt and asshole were agape in his full view. He just kept staring at it for a couple of minutes, as I wondered what he would do. My expectations bore fruit as he plunged in this time face first and lapped up the nectar oozing out of my orifice. I had previously masturbated myself to the thoughts of a guy doing this to me, but never had I expected it to become reality. I was in seventh heaven the moment his tongue hit my clit. Although, up until that point I had no experience regarding sex at all, I made up my mind lying there on the bed, that he had probably practiced this 'artform' of pleasuring women, multiple times before, as he expertly dipped his tongue inside my tunnel and over my clit, alternating between the two with immaculate ease. The pleasure and the taboo of the situation was pushing me overboard as I felt my orgasm building up. I thought about what my father would think about his little girl turning into such a slut. But Fuck Him! He was never there for me anyways. I then thought about what my little brother, Hari would think about this. Poor Hari... I was such a good sister to him.. and now here I was being debased and tongue fucked by a complete stranger like a whore! If he saw me like this, how it would break his heart! Somehow, this thought seemed to linger in my mind for a moment more than it should have. And then another moment, and then another... I was picturing Hari in his entirety in my mind and I just couldn't switch my mental channel to anything else. And then finally it hit me! Raj's untiring endeavour had been rewarded as he finally found my G-spot and an orgasm unlike I had ever pleasured myself into took total control of my body. And the face floating around my mind as my body tensed up was not of Raj, but that of Hari!. After an intense few seconds of pure ecstasy, I felt really relaxed as my orgasm subsided and my mind went blank. I had always been a great squirter as I had found out over the years in my masturbatory sessions and so I was overjoyed when I felt Raj enthusiastically lap up the entire load I managed to squirt this time. Breathing a sigh of relief, I looked down at my lover and immediately my sigh turned into a gasp. As Raj was performing cunnilingus on me I had completely tuned out to what else he was doing. When I was sprawling about enjoying his tongue massage, he had dropped his jeans and boxers and taken out his cock. In fact, he was simultaneously pleasuring himself with his hands as he was pleasuring me with his tongue. I had never seen a real 'live cock' before ready to spring into action. And there I was, soon to get a pounding of my own with one. Judging by what I had seen in the porn movies I had watched with my girlfriends, it was probably of an average size, not too big, but then again, I always thought that the cocks shown in porn movies were surgically enhanced ones. After Raj had finished lapping me up, he looked at me and his gaze followed that of mine to his cock, upon which his face which was covered with my juices twisted into a devious smile. He asked me whether I wanted it inside me and before I got a chance to answer back, he pounced in on me and in a moment of untampered passion, he took away my virginity and used me like a rag doll for his own carnal pleasure. He didn't last for long though, it was over in about two minutes. A few thrusts in my young, erstwhile virgin pussy, and it was all over for him. I didn't feel much at all, except the initial pain, but I could tell he probably had the time of his life in those two minutes. I didn't grudge it to him either, as he had more than earned his share by the way he had pleasured me prior to that. And so there we were, two young lovers, lying on bed, panting and completely out of breath. His young virile sperm was leaking out of my pussy as the thought of becoming pregnant suddenly knocked some sense into me and I regretted not using protection. After a few moments, my trepidation disappeared and I smiled at the hilarity of our situation as I realized I still had my sari on and Raj still had his upper body clothes on. After regaining our breath, we kissed a few more times and exchanged words of love. Then without wasting another second, I hurried him out of the house before we got into any unwanted trouble. At least we got away with it, or so I thought, as I locked the door. Two thoughts bothered my brain still. I had crossed my inner line of 'sluthood' today. I knew I probably wasn't going to bed this guy again and that he wasn't going to be a long-term deal for me, but I had been OK with fucking him. The only problem was I couldn't fuck his brains out like I wanted to. The final act wasn't satisfying enough, and I could still feel a twinge in my pussy, which was still leaking his cum. The second problem bothering me were the inappropriate thoughts I had about Hari during the first non-self induced orgasm of my life. What was wrong with me?. What kind of a sister was I?. These were the thoughts that were boiling in my head as I locked the door after Raj and turned around. And it was precisely at this moment that my train of thoughts was interrupted and I got the biggest scare of my life, ever. "Hey, Sis" said Hari who was standing in front of me, at the center of the hallway. His voice cold and devoid of emotions. "Hari......!!" I mumbled, completely taken aback, as if I was addressing a ghost "you're back! ...what?. you... you... but how?. didn't you?. You had class..". I finally managed to sputter out. When did he come back?. Did he see?. Does he know?. How could I have not noticed?. A million thoughts rushed into my head all at once, as I felt fainter. "Class got canceled, sis." Hari replied calmly "I let myself in with my other key... about an hour ago." END OF CHAPTER 1. -------------------------------------------------- What do you guys think?. Does this deserve a sequel?. Let me know. (: Thanks. xoxoxoxoxo. Mussoorie Days Ch. 02 Description: Divya's tryst with love, seduction, incest and debauchery. --------------------------------------------- I was pleasantly surprised by the overwhelming positive reviews that the short first installment of this series garnered, especially by the ones which commended the writing style. It gave me the motivation to write this longer (and hopefully better) follow-up, incorporating a few of your suggestions. Once again the possibility of the future chapters depends solely on your love and enthusiasm, so please do keep the reviews (positive or negative) flowing :) Before continuing, it is recommended that you read the first chapter although it is not mandatory in this case since this chapter has been written to serve perfectly even as a stand-alone. A caveat for the guys/girls with short attention spans and/or looking for quick relief: This story is kind of long, but perseverance will be duly rewarded. :) --------------------------------------------- "Class got cancelled, sis. I let myself in with the other key... about an hour ago". These were the words that turned my world upside down at the tender age of nineteen. The words that lay the seeds for a whirlwind taboo affair with my own little brother that spanned for years on end. Where did it all start? And what was so special about these words that altered my life? Let me start at the very beginning: As a girl growing up in the dreamy and scenic landscape of Mussoorie in the Indian subcontinent , I had been of the most prudish and vigilant nature regarding my character and ethos despite receiving a lot of male attention ever since I hit puberty. There was a set of moral rules that women here had to abide by and I was careful not take a step further for fear of repercussions from friends, family and neighbours. This was until that fateful evening on November the 8th, as a nineteen year old, when my first date, which was supposed to be a secretive and casual 'movie and dinner' encounter with a senior from my college, turned into something else entirely: us landing up in my bedroom with him pumping his six and a half inch sturdy dick inside my leaking wet and virgin cunt and making it overflow with his hot young semen. But that wasn't even close to the most monumental occurrence in my life that night. That was the fact that I had stumbled upon the ultimate truth: no matter how hard I tried to hide it, I realized that I was a "slut" by nature, in the truest sense of the word. I realized that I loved having my tits squeezed and sucked. I realized that I loved being eaten out. I realized that I loved being pounded mercilessly. I realized that I loved being used as an object of male pleasure. I was very confused, but I realized that there was no running away from it. As Raj, my college senior, was pounding me late that night, my entire body was crying out to be violated in the most vehement way possible. It was almost as if my first sexual encounter had set me free of all the morality and chains of ethos that were binding me. It was on the same night that another shocking revelation became apparent, I was in love with my own brother Hari, who was a year younger than me. The feelings were always there, brewing underneath, but that night, as my date was eating me out, they surfaced with a fervent and fierce velocity taking me completely unawares and unprepared. The few seconds leading up to and culminating in my orgasm, my entire body jerked and tensed up, thinking about my kid brother alone. He embodied the entire male sex in my mind in for the entirety of that time and I knew I wanted him to bed me in the worst way a woman could possibly want a man. But the feeling was fleeting, or so I thought, as my orgasm subsided and I started looking at things a bit more realistically. After Raj finished with me that night, we said our goodbyes and exchanged saliva-laden kisses on his way out. After I closed the door behind him, I turned around whilst berating myself in my mind for acting so slutty and forming inappropriate thoughts about my own kid brother. And it was precisely at this moment that I received the biggest shock of my life as I looked up to see Hari himself, who I had expected to be miles away taking his special coaching classes, standing in the hallway. My boyfriend and I were having the romp of our lifetime up until only a few minutes ago believing we had the whole house to ourselves and now there I was standing in front of Hari with a lot of explaining to do, bemused and at a loss for words. "Class got canceled, sis." the words although spoken softly by my sibling, seemed to echo throughout the hallway, from room to room and inside my head as I stood there contemplating what to say and do next, still clothed but completely disheveled, used, abused, smelling of sex and with warm cum leaking from my pussy. Not exactly the how you would want to be standing in front of a family member. Despite his apparent cool and calm manner of speech, I could sense that he was as undecided and afraid about the entire scenario, as me. I guessed that he hadn't announced his presence earlier as Raj and I were 'at it' the minute we entered the house, but I couldn't understand why he turned up at that very moment, instead of waiting for me to retreat back into my room. What did he gain by confronting me? Was he going to tell on me to our dad? Many unanswerable questions arose in my mind. It was a undoubtedly a moment that could irrevocably damage our relationship forever, but in spite of all the pitfalls and possible consequences, I could not help but feel a sense of excitement standing there in such a hot fix face to face with my brother. I was extremely vulnerable and in this moment of vulnerability, all the thoughts that had previously engulfed me when I was having my orgasm, resurfaced yet again. I found myself hoping he would grab hold of me and have his way with me then and there. I quickly put a check on myself before that line of thought went any further, but I couldn't help my blushing. A couple of moments passed without either of us uttering a word. The awkwardness and sensuality of that moment was only trumped by the nerve-wrecking tension that was built up. "Listen.. I'm sorry... it just sort of happ---" I ventured as I came out of my stupor. "No. Don't. You don't have to explain anything." Hari casually cut me off. "Oh, but-" I started, still wanting to justify myself without being exactly sure how. "It's okay. I just wanted to let you know that I ordered dinner for all of us, you can find it in the kitchen, I've already had mine. I'm kind of having the worst headache right now, so I'm going to sleep". Just as I heard this, I forgot all about the embarrassing position I was in, my sisterly instincts kicked in and went near him to touch his forehead to make sure he was okay. "Are you sure you're all right?" I asked "Umm, yes.." He muttered, his eyes exploring me all over. All of a sudden, I became aware of how stupid my action was. I was reeking of Raj's cum and my vaginal secretions and completely messed up from head to toe, and there I was just a couple of inches away from my brother with my hand stretched out touching his forehead. Like any brother and sister duo, proximity and touches had never seemed out of place in our relationship, but all of a sudden, it felt like the weirdest thing on the planet. I quickly removed my hand and backed off a few steps, blushing more than ever. "Okay, I better head off." And with these words Hari started to leave to his room, probably deciding to save me from further embarrassment. "You won't..." I started to call out behind him once again. "Don't worry. I won't tell, dad". He said turning back momentarily with a gleam in his eyes almost penetrating me. Sleep wasn't a welcome visitor as was usually the case, that night. I twisted and turned around in bed feeling guilty about what I had done and about how I was feeling. In spite of having lost my virginity that night, it was my mixed feelings about Hari that was keeping me awake. Hari was an extremely well-built guy for his age and handsome on top of that, I tried to reason myself. It was normal to feel something akin to love and desire for him, but to mistake it for the real thing, was foolish. Perhaps it was normal for a sister to fantasize about her brother. I mean perhaps nobody would admit it, but how do we know what people think about in their private lives? That's right. There's no way. These were the thoughts that were filling my head that night. In all the turmoil and tension, I felt my hand slowly and almost involuntarily go down beneath my nightgown and inside my panties to rub my clitoris. There was no mistaking that I loved sex. And if the person who filled my mind, a few minutes down the line as I rubbed myself to an orgasm was any indication... I "loved" my brother too. xxxxxxxxxxxxx Things didn't go back to normal, as I had hoped, after that. At home, my relationship with Hari all of a sudden turned extremely formal. He tried his best to consciously avoid me. The stray touches, smiles, jokes and random conversations all but disappeared. He devised a new method of communication: that of writing down whatever he wanted to say in a note that he attached to the refrigerator. 'Gonna be, late to tonight, sis. Stash my food in the freezer' 'Good luck with your exams, sis.' 'Merry Xmas. I'll join you and dad, after seven, will be over at Anup's till then' Note after note filled the refrigerator on a daily basis. It was almost as if we were two strangers living in a house who had formed our new secret means of communication. I felt ashamed that I was the one responsible for this, but I knew the damage had been done and we had to wait for time to put things right. The reason I didn't confront him over his behaviour, other than the fact that I was embarrassed, was that I still harboured a lingering feeling of affection towards him that was unbecoming of a sister. Perhaps the events of November the 8th would forever be etched in my memories as a hellish nightmare, I thought. Only time would tell. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It was in the month of January when things took a decisive turn. Dad had planned on a family camping trip to the hills - which in our case meant only the four of us: Hari, dad, our uncle and me. Uncle was also a widower like dad, plus he had no children. Having served his time in the army, he was now a free soul without a care in the world, with more than enough money to live on and only us to call 'family'. Although a loving and caring man, he is truly an oddball in my eyes: I had fond recollections of him during childhood, but over the years he had turned into a bit of a pest with his wandering eyes and lewd innuendos, whenever he was around me, which I found extremely off-putting. He did his best to keep this behaviour behind dad's back, and I just tried my best to avoid him. Hari, upon hearing about the trip, started making up reasons to avoid it or more specifically, to avoid me, but his efforts were all in vain against dad's firm stand. In the days leading up to the trip, everyone else seemed more than happy with dad and uncle, being more inebriated and chirpy than ever. And thus, on a cold January morning in Mussoorie, the four of us found ourselves blazing through the roads paved with snow, in uncle's spacious military vehicle which he lovingly called his "road-trip companion". Each of the three guys took turns to drive, and by the time it was afternoon, dad had fallen into a deep sleep in the back row of the car and Hari was driving. Uncle and I were seated in the middle row, with him jabbering on about his time in the army and me trying to enjoy the beauty of nature through the windowpane. After some time had passed, he tried to actively engage me in conversation by bringing up my college. "Well, we're on our winter vacations. College reopens next month." I replied trying to nip it in the bud. Further enquiries met with the same fate as being unable to feign interest, I dismissed his conversation-openers with single-line answers. Not to be brought down by this, he started heading down a completely different route. "You've blossomed into a fine young woman. Do you have a boyfriend?". His eyes were fixated on my cleavage as he stressed the initial part of his question. I didn't expect him to act so randy right there and so was taken aback at his behaviour although it seemed only I was affected by this sudden change in tone, as dad continued to snore and Hari continued to drive nonchalantly. The old geezer had probably figured in his mind that dad was asleep anyway and Hari who had his earphones plugged in would be too tuned out of anything he said or did. I could have ignored him like I used to, but this time, feeling a bit adventurous myself, I decided to play along. "Why, thank you, uncle. I'm glad you feel that way. Do you really think, I'm good looking?" I asked. "Oh my, Divya. Are you kidding me?" came the reply "I've seen some really beautiful ladies in my time, but you, you are a man eater. A complete ten in your looks and figure and you've the finest pair of ... umm... I mean you've the finest pair of eyes, I've ever seen!" It was clear that he was getting carried away with this. His eyes were now travelling all over my body, going over each curve, from my hips to my arse. The dirty old man was undressing me with his eyes. I suddenly got really uncomfortably and extremely turned on at the same time. It felt nice to get attention from this older man, now in his fifties. There is a novelty about old men admiring you that I'm sure most girls would agree with. His unintentional slip up about my breasts and his eyes wandering over my rack were starting to give me ideas. "You flatter me, uncle. Thank you" I blushed. "No, madam. Thank you for gracing us with your presence." He said whilst giving a small bow as if engaging in play-acting. I bowed slightly as well, acknowledging his gesture, enjoying our little flirty fling, right under the nose of my dad and brother. "Boy, is it hot in here, the heater core is turned up a notch too high" I said, opening up the first few buttons of the casual coat that I was wearing, exposing a lot of my breast. Uncle stared with his mouth agape for a minute before regaining his composure "Yeah, you're probably right, I should get that damn thing fixed one of these days." "In the meantime, I think you shouldn't hesitate to make yourself comfortable." He added as an afterthought. I nodded in his direction and let loose another button, now leaving little to imagination. The bra I was wearing was rather flimsy and went down with only a tug. This time, uncle made no attempts to hide his lustful gazes and was full on ogling my breasts, but what surprised me the most was the old man was now beginning to stroke himself slowly through the material of his trousers. Clearly the opportunity was too much for him to pass up. I was drawing a sick satisfaction by looking at the old man resorting to this level of depravity, as I smirked to myself. My smile quickly disappeared though as soon as I looked straight ahead and saw Hari looking at us through the rear view mirror. He was clearly seeing what the two of us were doing: me with half of my large breasts exposed sitting innocently and uncle pleasuring himself by looking at me. Somehow instead of scaring me or putting me off, this served only to increase my libido. Looking at him straight in the eye through the rear-view mirror I opened another button to finally leave my perky breasts hanging completely in the open. This was almost like my way of paying him back for avoiding me the last couple of months after the incident on the 8th. Hari's eyes bulged wide open at this final act of my daring. I felt empowered at having asserted this sexual dominance over my brother, or rather of what he was now-- the guy featuring in all my fantasies. I was just hoping that he wouldn't drive us off the road with all his attention now being concentrated on me. For uncle, all this was way too much to handle. I had to turn away from Hari as I heard him groan and let out a moan of pleasure as he achieved a climax with his hands. Both Hari and I were now looking at this man, who we used to respect, with a mixture of embarrassment and disgust, as I quickly covered myself up. He looked back at us for a minute and quickly lowered his head, probably half in shame and half at the fear of being discovered by Hari. By this time, dad had also woken up with a start at the sound made by uncle and was looking at all three of us with quizzically with his sleepy eyes. "What was that?" He asked. Hari spoke up "Um, nothing, dad, you know how it is with old men. Uncle here seems to have some gastric problems." All three of us smiled at this, uncle and me rather nervously, as dad went back to sleep. Although he had no reason to, Hari had covered my back yet again. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx When we finally reached our camping destination and set our tents, I saw Hari go to uncle and take him away on some rather suspicious pretext. Till this day, I do not know what Hari threatened uncle with when they were away, but uncle never bothered or teased me, ever again. The rest of the camping trip passed rather uneventfully. Uncle always maintained his distance from me, dad was the same as ever - oblivious to his surroundings, and Hari still tried his best to avoid speaking to me unless absolutely necessary. Yet, something was different this time. I could feel his gaze upon me whenever I wasn't looking. He froze up like a deer caught in headlights whenever we made contact, a one hundred and eighty degree turn from how things were a few months ago. I never understood him, yet I knew for sure that something was clearly different. There weren't a lot of plausible solutions to the rational mind as to the source of his actions, yet I had to be sure of whether it was what I thought it was. Deep down, I knew it was, a woman has her way of knowing these things around men. More importantly, I had to be sure about my own feelings for him. The feelings I had been fighting with since that night on November the 8th. I had to be sure that he had fallen for me and I had to be sure that I wanted him. It was crazy, but something had to give. I had to make my move soon, for if nothing else, I at least, wanted my brother back. Although to be honest, I knew I wanted more than that from Hari. The turn of events on road to the camping trip had landed the ball firmly back in my court, now all I had to do was capitalize on it. As we were heading back home, dad asked uncle, who seemed all out of sorts, what it was that was straining him. "Well, the air here. It's too big of a change for me." Those were the last words he spoke on the way home before shutting up like a clam. After we returned home, I immediately went to work and left a note on the refrigerator 'We need to talk. Plz come to my room tonight before you go to sleep. - Your sis'. If he could do it, then so could I, I figured. Besides, with all his shrinking away from me, there was hardly a chance I could talk to him in private in the house, in any other manner. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It was 10 o'clock that night when I heard three knocks on the door to my bedroom. Finally, we were going to have a heart to heart. I opened the door to Hari, ushered him in and closed the door behind him. As he went past me, I was once again extremely aware of a different chemistry between the two of us. Judging by how he was acting, it was all too apparent that Hari felt the same way as well. "Yeah, so what is it, sis?" asked Hari, edging nervously almost as if hoping I'd open the door and let him leave right away.