It was Wednesday, the sixth day of her two-week holiday. Anticipation filled her as she looked forward to finally meeting her older brother, Richard. She smiled thinking about him. She pulled out a saree from her suitcase, wondering how her family would react to seeing her dressed in a saree. As a Goan Catholic, she had mostly dressed in Western clothing when she was with her family, so she thought it would surprise them if they saw her dressed in a saree.
Farida removed her t-shirt and shorts. She took a blue petticoat and stood before the mirror wearing just a white lace undie and bra. She slipped her legs into the petticoat and secured it around her waist by knotting the string. She wore a light blue blouse and took the saree from the bed. Looking at the saree fondly, she unfolded the light blue saree which had medium blue design patterns and a shiny silver border. She started draping it around her, forming pleats and tucking them into the petticoat, below her navel. She put the pallu on her left shoulder and made slight adjustments until she was happy. Farida looked at her reflection in the mirror from different angles as she turned around. The saree clung elegantly against her body, flowing sensuously along her curves, highlighting the shape of her big breasts and the contour of her plump, firm buttocks.
Happy with her appearance in the saree, she applied a touch of makeup and placed a Bindi on her forehead, wondering what her parents would say about it.
Farida went to the living room. Her younger sister, Jessica, saw her first and said, “You look so beautiful!”
Her younger brother, Jeff, looked at her and said, “Wow!”
“What happened to you?” Rowena, her mom, asked with a curious look.
“I got used to wearing a saree, mom. My boss told me to wear a saree for a video presentation of a home’s interiors, I had designed. Since then, I have been wearing a saree to the office sometimes. I like wearing a saree, mom. Does it look bad?” Farida asked, hoping her mom wouldn’t mind.
“No dear, you look beautiful. It’s just unusual for us,” Rowena said.
“She’s doesn’t look beautiful, she looks hot!” Jeff corrected his mom.
Jessica looked at Farida and said, “You got one more secret admirer!”
“It’s not a secret anymore!” Farida said and winked at her little brother.
Everybody laughed.
“Where is Dad?” Farida asked. She was anxious to know what he thought of her in a saree.
“He is having a afternoon nap,” Rowena said.
“Ah ok, as usual,” Farida said and sat down on the sofa next to Rowena.
“What time is Richard picking you up?” Rowena asked.
“2:30,” Farida said and looked at Jeff, who was sitting on a single-seat sofa to her left. He was looking at her exposed belly.
“It’s too early. Is he on leave today?” Rowena asked.
“I don’t know, mom,” Farida replied, casually adjusting the pallu on her shoulder, exposing her navel to Jeff.
“He is the boss in his office. He doesn’t have to take leave,” Jessica reminded Rowena.
Farida looked at Jeff. His eyes were wide, focused on her navel. She was happy Jeff was also attracted to her. Although Jeff was 22 and four years younger than her, he was tall and handsome. She liked him but she had a stronger bond with her big brother. She smiled, hoping Rowena and Jessica wouldn’t notice Jeff’s lusty gaze at her belly.
Just then the doorbell rang. Farida looked at the wall clock. It was only 2pm. Jeff got up and went to the front door. He opened the door and Richard entered the house. Farida looked at him feeling proud of her handsome big brother.
“Wow! Farida! Why are you wearing a saree?” Richard asked and came closer to them.
“Just for a change. You know I have to wear a saree to the office sometimes. I got used to it,” Farida said and stood up. “How do I look?” she asked.
“Very beautiful!” Richard said.
“Didn’t go to the office today?” Rowena asked, looking at Richard.
“I went in the morning, mom. I left early to pick up Farida,” Richard said.
“Has Amy gone to the office?” Rowena asked.
“Yes, mom. After Amy comes home, we’ll take Farida out for dinner. We’ll drop Farida back before 9,” Richard said. Then he looked at Farida and asked, “Ready?”
Farida nodded and said, “Yep.”
“How are you both?” Richard asked, turning to Jessica and Jeff.
“We’re great, don’t worry about us. Enjoy yourselves!” Jessica replied with a cheerful smile.
“Bye Mom, bye kids!” Farida teased her younger siblings playfully.
“Bye Grandma!” Jessica retorted, grinning.
Everyone shared a laugh.
“Bye Mom, bye kids,” Richard joked, mimicking Farida’s tone.
“Bye Grandpa!” Jeff said, copying Jessica’s playful attitude.
Everyone laughed again.
Farida and Richard left their parents’ house and got into Richard’s car, parked on the street.
Farida sat on the front passenger seat and closed the door. She looked at Richard and smiled.
“You look beautiful,” Richard complimented, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
“Just beautiful?” Farida teased him.
Richard smiled. “Sexy,” he said, starting the car.
Farida smiled shyly and turned to look ahead through the windscreen.
After driving through a few quiet streets, Richard turned the car into a busy main road. As he drove without distractions for a few minutes, he asked, “Was Dad happy to see you?”
“Of course, Everybody was happy to see me after a long time,” Farida said, looking at him.
“You know what I mean,” Richard said.
Farida smiled and nodded. “Dad came to my room the first day I got here. We both had missed each other a lot.”
Not satisfied with the answer, Richard asked directly, “So, did you have sex with him?”
“Of course we had sex, Richard” she replied, a hint of surprise in her voice.
“I thought maybe he would have lost interest since you’ve been keeping your distance,” Richard explained, clarifying his reason for asking.
“Did you lose interest in me because I kept my distance from you?” Farida questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Richard laughed and said, “Of course not!”
Farida shrugged. “Dad is old, but still very horny,” she said.
Richard laughed, and Farida laughed with him. She thought about her Dad and felt proud of him. She was happy he could satisfy her even though he was in his late fifties. Thinking about sex, she thought about the wonderful sex she had with her friends Shiresh, Gaurav and David. She looked forward to meeting them again. She thought about Richard and her heart began to race with excitement as they were very close to his house.
“Amy will be back home at 6,” Richard said and turned the car into a branch road that led to a posh residential area.
Farida looked at her wristwatch and said, “It’s only 2:50.”
“I want to spend more time with you. I missed you,” Richard replied.
“You visited me just before 2 months. You miss me already?” Farida asked, curiously.
“I miss you every day,” Richard confessed, sounding disappointed. “If I had a choice, I would have married you.”
Farida was slightly taken aback. “You really miss me that much, even after getting married?” she asked.
Richard pulled the car over to the side of the road, near his two-story home. “You’re my little sister. I love you very much,” he said sincerely.
Farida’s point of view
I understood my brother’s deep affection for me. He has always been a protective and a loving big brother. But when he became possessive, I moved to a different city knowing it was best for him and me. My parents persuaded him to get married and settle down. He listened to them and got married but he still visits me once in two months because we share a bond that was formed from childhood, strengthened through shared intimate experiences, and deepened over time.
Narrator’s point of view
Richard opened the gate, and they entered the bungalow’s premises. They went to the front door, hand in hand, excited to spend time together after two months. Richard unlocked the door and opened it. “Welcome,” he said.
Farida stepped into the house, her gaze drawn to the spacious lounge and sleek furnishings. Despite having visited a year ago, she was captivated by the home’s charm. She envied Amy for being married to her handsome big brother and living together in a beautiful bungalow.
Richard approached her with a smile. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. He took her in his arms. His chest mashed her breasts while his manhood pressed against her thigh. His hands grasped the sides of her bare waist, and he kissed her soft lips. His tongue parted her lips and slid into her mouth. His tongue slipped between her lips, exploring the warmth within. He moved his tongue around her tongue, and she reciprocated his actions. Their tongues danced inside her mouth as they kissed passionately. He moved his hands down, behind her and cupped her ass cheeks. He lifted her ass cheeks and continued kissing her passionately. His penis had become hard as a rock, her vulva had swollen and become wet. Richard stopped and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Farida chuckled and said, “Ok.”