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   After completing my graduation I spent some time on my family farm but
then decide to move to a city.  My father wanted me to stay but Village
life was not my cattle of fish.  I soon found a reasonable job and a
residence.  I wanted to leave my past behind me but it kept chasing me.

   HELLO.  I am Kaviraj, a man of 25 living in Mumbai the famous city of
India.  I am in the habit of cutting sexy pics from magazines and shag a
lot.  Everyone thinks they know me, but they don't.  I am a man with two
minds and this is not that story you think you have read somewhere.

   My dad married twice.  Once to my mother and once to a woman much
younger than him.  I was only 7 then so what I learned I learned from
others.  As a young man my dad ran some extra marital affairs.  His second
wife belonged to a ill reputed family.  My father made her pregnant and her
family forced marriage on him.  My father was a rich farmer so keeping two
wives was not a problem for him.  Although my mom accepted his second wife
inside the home but she was not happy over that.  I was raised in a tense
household.  His second marriage created a divide that was invisible but
existed.

   From his first marriage I was his only child but from his second he had
two, a girl and a boy.  After doing my matric from the village I was
shifted to city for further education.  Living in a hostel and studying in
city changed me a lot.  Instead of being a farmer son I became a city man.
I moved to city on my choice but then it was approved by father too. 
Whenever someone visited my city my father used to give him a letter in
which I was asked to help the villager.  My life was going great until One
day my dad called me on phone and asked me to visit him.

   "It is an emergency." he said.

   [Emergency my foot] "Don't worry dad, I will come."

   On my reaching the village he told me that my younger sister Anchita is
completed her matric and wanted to pursue further studies.  He considered
the girls hostel another name for brothel so he wanted me to let her live
with me and admit her in a good college.  To him I said alright but in my
heart I thought, I was hoping to hear that you have found a match for me
but you are thrusting me with responsibility.  You are no better then a
selfish ass.

   My mother told me the real reason behind that request.  According to her
my sister Anchita was running a secret love affair with a ill reputed boy.
My father got hold of some of thier love letters and decided to shift her
to city.

   I haven't saw Anchita for a couple of years.  My father let us meet and
discuss something about the future.  She was now 18 and quiet a sight.  She
was a spoiled brat but she was beautiful.  Last time I saw her she had
lemon size boobs but now they were bigger than oranges.  She had a tiny
waist, flaring hips and an incredibly tight, heart shaped ass.  There she
was, dressed in a kurti and jhodpurs that were tight on her.  I watched her
and thought about the fire in her eyes and the curl of her hair around her
face and the way her lips moved when she spoke.  It was very clear she
didn't think much of me.  I, on the other hand was deciding to mend her. 
[I wanted to leave my past behind but it kept chasing me.]

   Anyway, I couldn't very well refuse my dad's request.  I told him that
my sister could stay with me but she would have to live by my rules.  What
I didn't tell my father but made very clear to my sister was that she would
be punished if she broke the rules.  I am sure she complained to her
parents but they never mentioned it to me.  I am sure she thought she could
wrap me around her finger like she had my father.

   Next day my father boarded two of us on a train.  During the journey
nothing much was said between us apart from choice of food, but as soon as
we reached home I asked her,

   "Be frank with me Anchita, and tell me the truth."

   "What truth?" she looked at me with surprise in her big eyes.

   "You are still a child and writing love letters to a guy much older than
you."

   She turned pale but then regained her composer.  She said, "Somebody
told you lies."

   "That is what I want, the truth."

   "The truth is that letter was meant for one of my friend.  You know
Ranjana, she wanted to act in movies and that man wanted to take her for an
audition And..."

   "Good Anchita, I am happy you told the truth but remember no 'choot
chalaki' with me." She blushed at hearing me use slang but kept quiet. 
"That Ranjana by the way is not movie stuff you, however, are." I informed
her.

   "What???  Are you joking Bhayya?"

   "There is no harm in making a career in movies.  I had a friend in film
industry who can help me introduce you to some well known directors."

   "I am not interested." She said but I could see that my words have an
effect on her.

   "You are pretty and charming ...  and mumbai needs girls like you."

   "Don't go saying, how pretty I am Kavi bhayya.  Cause you know its not
true."

   "Anchita.  I never tell a girl she's beautiful, unless I mean it.  And
baby," I took a pause.  "You....are one fine looking girl."

   "Thanks for the compliment...  I came here to study."

   I noticed the way her full lips sadly quivered when she spoke.  I wanted
to kiss those lips but controlled the urge.[not so soon bastard]

   "Please feel free and never feel shy in saying anything to me." [Now you
are in a cage my bird]

   "You are kind bhayya but some time you use coarse language."

   "Please forgive me.  This Rundi city made me use this type of language."
I intentionally used another slang word but she only smiled this time. 
"even girls speak like that here."

   "My O my ...how I will survive in such a open atmosphere."

   "Don worry sis..I will be your guide."

   After this small talk I helped her to settle her belongings in her
bedroom.  That brought more fun for me.  When my sister bent to take out
some items from her suitcase, her top had risen a bit, exposing her lower
back!  Ahh, the first view of her sexy back!  Her bra lines were clearly
visible, which is something I really love watching while ogling at girls.
My cock was hard but cared nothing.  [I will not let this whore make life
difficult for me] I Went near her and stood by her side and asked her, "I
will tell you where to put what."

   Since she was bent and I was standing, as she raised her face to look at
me, it was right in front of my lund, [just wanted to hold her head and
make her give me a blow-job!] Her eyes were surprised seeing the bulge in
my pants, but I quickly sat down before she formed any ideas, and started
helping her taking her things out.  The bag was containing her clothes, and
I really wanted to see what collection she had in her wardrobe!  I helped
her take things out.  At the bottom of the pile was her lingerie!  Before
she could pick them up, I grabbed her bras and panties and took them to the
drawer of a cupboard before she could say anything.  I acted very natural
while picking them up, she blushed a little seeing her tiny itsy bitsies in
my hand, but she was helpless, saying anything would have made the
situation even more embarrassing for her!  I felt her bras and panties
while moving them, and was super-excited to touch them!

   "Thanks Bhayya...I want to do some personal shopping."

   "Personal ...mean bras and panties.  Right." I said and laughed.

   She blushed again.  "Aap bhi na...  I want to buy something else."

   [don't forget to buy some condoms sister because you will be needing
them soon.] "no problem, we will go for a dinner outside and then you can
buy anything you want."

   Then I asked her to take a shower and change.  She nodded and I moved
out of her room with my hard on.  Myself I went to my bathroom and took my
rod out.  Thinking about her in her bathroom I stroked myself to climax. 
[you can get nude in privacy for a couple of day then I will make you nude
in my presence]

   We went to Andheri station and boarded a local train to Lower parel.  We
got into the general compartment, but couldn't get a seat.  We were
standing and talking, but when the train stopped at Bandra, suddenly a huge
crowd entered in the train, and we got separated a bit.  Now, due to the
humid weather, we were all sweating, and her dress was now clinging to her
body.  It was not a transparent top, but her bra straps were clearly
visible!  And what's more, there was a gang of college boys right behind
her eying her.  I Felt slightly mad at them for an instant, but then felt
it wasn't their fault - my sister was actually looking so sexy from behind
that even I started soaking in the beauty of her exposed bra.  But boys
will be boys, I could see the ones standing behind her feel her ass and
back from time to time on pretext of getting pushed by the crowd!  Though I
was enjoying this as well, but I knew that Anchita might get offended and
dejected if this continued frequently, and I definitely did not want to
turn her off at this juncture when was opening up!  So I moved towards
Anchita, and stood right behind her to protect her from further
molestation.

   Pooja was happy to see me behind her, but such was the intensity of the
crowd that I was getting pressed against Pooja every now and then.  My lund
was getting pressed against her gaand continuously, and obviously with each
touch it was growing larger and larger!  After sometime, I started rubbing
my cock against her ass, but was careful not to make it too obvious.  [you
are moving too fast Raviraj, Control.] Finally we got out at Lower Parel.
Getting out of the station, I could see Anchita was a little flustered by
what she had gone through just now.  I was hoping she was not angry with
me!

   "Why are you silent little sister?"

   [Behenchode what you were doing made me silent.  I heard her saying in
my imagination]

   "What is wrong with this city bhaiyya?  Crowd everywhere?" She said and
I felt relieved!

   "I am sorry for boarding a local, we will hire a taxi on return." I said

   We had just entered the mall, and he first thing I did was I bought her
an ice-cream.  She just loves that, and her anger and irritation completely
melted away as the ice-lolly was consumed by her cock-sucking lips, and she
became happy once again!  I saw a shop which was selling female inner
dressing.

   "I think you were looking for this shop Anchita." I said

   She blushed pink and said, "I want dresses for wearing in college, Maine
socha tha salwar kameez pehnungi, par ab soch rahi hun western formals bhi
le leti hu"

   We went to another the store and started going through ladies' tops. 
Anchita was scanning through the normal ones and I was very disappointed.

   "Lets move out of here?" she said after some time.

   "But why?"

   "Tops here are a bit sexy bhaiyya"

   [Fuck bitch, you are calling the simplest of tops sexy.  It will take
some time to mend you.] "Anchita I don't follow you, what do you mean by
sexy."

   she blushed again.  "Too much revealing."

   "I think that a woman body is the most beautiful thing and there is no
harm in showing a bit to world if not all." I looked in her eyes and
continued.  "And remember Mumbai is a hot city."

   "BUT you know how our father is?"

   "Don't worry about that conservative man here.  I don't know why you
want to remain a village girl even in city." [That bastard who called
himself my father will soon pay for his sin of marrying again.]

   "OH baba...  I told you I will buy some western."

   "No problem then, lets go to another shop."

   In the next shop we are approached by a sales boy.  Looking at us he
said, "Sir we have large variety here, it will save your time if you tell
me what you want for your...girlfriend."

   "Yar ...  bring some new western tops." I said casually.

   The boy went away to bring something and Anchita hit me with her elbow.
"How bad bhayya, why you not told him that I am your sister not your
girlfriend."

   "Oh come on Anchita its no big deal...  it was a mistake on part of
sales boy not on mine."

   She just chewed her soft lips because sales boy came back with some
dresses.  He put them on the counter and said, "All these are figure
hugging pieces, I assure you mam you will look incredibly sexy in any of
them."

   She selected one short-sleeved tight formal for her.  She went inside
the changing room, peeled off her old fucking top from her milky body, and
came out wearing the new formal top!  The top was fitting tightly to her
body, and her breasts were accentuated and were standing erect!  She was
looking extremely hot and slim in this top, and I could see boys in the
store looking at her!  How easy was it for a girl to transform from a
housewife to a whore, I thought!  [if her brother was lusting after her
than how can he stop others from lusting her.]

   "Kaisi lag rahi hun?"

   "Classy and a proper city girl."

   "Bit revealing to nahi hai bhaiyya?"

   "I will show you soon how much revealing girls are wearing here."

   She bought what she wanted and we returned home.  Once inside our flat
the mobile wrung.  It was my father asking about our welbeing.  He wanted
to talk to Anchita.  When I handed her the phone I was a bit worried.  She
might say something against me but to my relief she said nothing bad about
me.  When father asked about me I heard her say,

   "Bhayya bahut Ache hain.  He is very caring dad." My father perhaps
asked her about her first impression of the city and the admission into the
college.  To which she replied, "I am comfortable here, we will go for
admission tomorrow."

   [this bitch has no idea what her brother is planning for her.  There
will be no admissin in college.]

   Could you believe I had a dream same night.  It was so much according to
the situation that it felt real.  In my dream I saw Anchita standing on the
balcony of my flat in a transparent dress.  The angle of light was such
that anyone could see the outline of her nipples, her navel and the Vee
between her thighs.  I was looking at her from out side the flat but soon I
was in my flat and talking to her.  I was horny and angry at the same time.

   "Anchita this is not a whore house ....  how can you dare to hang like a
slut in the balcony...."

   "I am sorry Bhayya.  Some of my cloths were in dryer ...."

   "You broke my rules ...you will be punished."

   "Now wait a minute you can't do that," she whined.

   "I can and I am.  If you don't like it, go home to Mommy and Daddy."

   After a brief hesitation, she said, "OK bhayya, I will take my
punishment."

   "Anchita, since you blatantly disobeyed me, I am going to give you a
long, hard spanking."

   "Oh please spare me once, I won't do it again," she begged.

   "That shit may work on Dad, but it's not going to work on me sister. 
Every time you break a rule, you will be punished," I stated.  "Now get
your ass over here."

   Realizing that she was out of options, my sexy sister came over and
stood in front of me.  I grabbed her wrist and moved her to my right side
and pull her over my lap.  I rode her shirt up and her choridar down over
her ass.  She had this smallest patch of white on her otherwise tanned,
heart shaped ass.  I caressed her nice ass gently while I scolded her.

   "Anchita, every time you will dress like a slut, I am going to punish
you.  And each time you do it, the punishment will get more severe."

   With the last word, I brought my hand down hard on her ass.  She
groaned. I brought my hand down on the other cheek.  Another groan.  Then I
began spanking fast and furiously.  Her groans quickly changed to moans as
her ass turned pink.  She started kicking her legs and whining as her ass
got redder.

   "Oh Ravi Bhayya, please stop.  I won't do it again," she whined.

   "You will address me as Sir while you are being punished," I stated.

   "Yes Sir," she replied obediently.

   I continued to wail on her ass and she started to cry as her ass turned
red.  I stopped spanking her and caressed her ass for a while as she calmed
down.

   "Anchita, I hope I don't have to do this again ," I said.

   "No sir, I will be good," she replied in between sniffles.

   "I don't believe that any more than you do." I moved around to face her.
Looking her straight in the eye, I said, "I am also going to punish your
luscious tits."

   I take her shirt off.  I could see the lust and fear in her eyes.  I
reach up both of my hands and ran my thumbs over her engorged nubs.  She
closed her eyes and moaned louder.  I took hold of her nipples between my
thumb and forefingers and rolled them gently.  She thrust her chest out
further inviting me to continue.  I increased the pressure until I was
pinching her nipples hard.  She groaned loudly, her sensitive nipples
obviously in pain.  But she continued to offer her tits to me.  I pulled
them away from her body for a moment, then released them.  She groaned in
disappointment when I release her hard nipples.

   I stated.  "For now, I want you to go over behind the couch, spread your
legs wide and bend over."

   When she didn't move, I gave her ass a hard slap.  That woke her out of
lust induced haze and got her moving.  Needless to say, that she bent over
the back of the couch without the shirt and her choridar was around her
knees.  I moved behind her and stared at her voluptuous ass and aroused
cunt.  I unbuckled my belt and slipped it off.  I doubled it up and laid
into her already painful ass with it.  Within minutes, she was moaning very
loud.  "Ummm...aaah...ahhh."

   I started to target the back of her thighs to give her raw backside a
rest.  When one stroke accidentally caught her pussy lip, she convulsed in
an incredible orgasm.  I dropped my arm and brought the belt up between her
legs.  She howled and her orgasm got stronger.  Three times I brought the
belt up on her cunt and each time her orgasm intensified.  Finally, seeing
she was exhausted, I dropped the belted and caressed her ass.  The heat it
was generating was incredible.  Just as her orgasm started to subside, I
slid my fingers down over her puckered hole to her hot cunt and immediately
found her hard, exposed clit.  I rubbed it and sent her into another round
of orgasms.  Finally I started to open my pants and she started screaming.

   "NO I am a Virgin...NO...NO...NOOO."

   Her screaming broke my dream.  I found myself sweating and my night
dress was soiled.  I went into bathroom.  Inside the bathroom, I stripped
myself naked.  My pyjama was completely stained with my cum, and it was
still oozing out of my lund!  I cleaned myself, and stood under the shower
to clear my mind.  I closed my eyes, and once again the images of Anchita's
naked boobs and her bare cunt flashed in my mind, and my lund started
rising again!  [cunt o cunt, I want your cunt Anchita.] I masturbated while
taking the shower itself, abusing my sister image all the time.  I just
couldn't imagine her as my sweet little sister anymore, I wanted her to
become my personal slut now!

   Next day after breakfast she said she want to go to a college for
admission.  I took a leave for this purpose so I said alright.  I
intentionally took her to a couple of colleges where the merit was very
high.  After getting refusal from there I took her to a college where the
room were dark and furniture was broken.  the staff was 'father mother no
manners' type.  That college was ready to give her admission but she
rejected that college.  In another college the subjects she wanted to study
were not available.  By the time it was afternoon we were sitting in a
small restaurant having lunch.

   "I had no idea that getting admission will be so difficult." she
remarked

   "Bola tha...this is Mumbai."

   "Ab ho ga kya?'

   "I had a solution but take it only as a suggestion, I am not forcing
anything on you." I carefully selected my words and saw for her reaction.

   "Aisa kya socha ...Please tell me."

   "Yaar forget about admission....  Just select your subjects and study at
home.  You can appear as private candidate in exam."

   "If I can do self study then there was no need for me to come here?" she
said and she has a point.

   My devilish mind got the answer immediately.  "Aisa hai keh...  I will
teach you some subjects and for a difficult subject I can hire a tutor."

   She sat thinking, "But when dad will learn this he will be angry."

   [sale kuttey ko goli maro] I wanted to say but instead I said, "To dad
you can say you have got the admission.  And to please him I will get you
admitted in a private tuition centre."

   "Okay bhayya.  What you say is perhaps good for me." Her saying this
made me a very relieved man.

   [kanjri you will have to live like my personal slut in my house.  A wife
without a marriage.]

   I was so happy that I said that we will celebrate our scheme by watching
a movie.  She agreed.  Clearly she was enjoying her new life very much. 
Same evening I took her to a movie that was not doing well at box office
but given adult certificate.  As we sat in the darkness at the back of the
near empty theater Anchita asked, "This movie appears to be a flop."

   "For watching a hit movie you need advance booking here." I tried to
calm her down.

   The movie was a romantic one and at one point there were intimate
scenes. The actors were making love and the actress was moaning.  It was
then when I heard a feeble moan from Anchita.

   "Doesn't this actress look cute?" I said

   "Aisi koi khas nahin....  who by the way is your favurite actress?" she
asked

   "Muje Sonam pasand hai ...  but sadly her films are not doing well."

   "What is so special about her?" she aske a bold question so I gave a
bold reply.

   "She is slim but ...hmmm...not in chest department."

   "Tauba ...  tum ladka logg ...  always thinking about sex."

   "You tell me who is your favourite actor ...."

   "I will not tell."

   "Let me guss....  shahrukh..."

   "NO."

   "Then Salman Khan..." I looked at her in the dim light.

   "Yes." she said and nodded.

   "Now tell me why you are liking him sister?"

   "Bas waise hi ....  nothing special."

   "Ha ha ha...his body is what charms you right."

   "Shut up please." to change the subject she remarked.  "I am surprised
bollywood is making this type of movies now."

   "They are making even more open movies than that."

   "More open ...Tauba Tauba."

   My dick was hard and standing in my pants.  The movie theater was not a
place for shagging so controlled.  In one comedy scene I slapped Anchita on
her thigh.  She winced and said,

   "You seems to be enjoying this movie?"

   "Isn't it good?"

   "This movie is terrible," she whispered "Can't we go home."

   "AS you wish."

   We left the movie in half time and went home.  On the way back I was
thinking that I have to think something new to break in Anchita.  Once this
thought struck me I left Anchita to herself.

   Next day I went to office.  In the evening I retuned with something. 
that something was a artificial rat.  Through one string I put that rat
near the kitchen door.  Anchita was in her room then.  In the evening I
asked Anchita whether she can cook something.  She said she can cook a
couple of dishes.  I asked to prepare one for me.  She happily moved to
kitchen.  She was in a homely dress but still the dress shaped nicely over
her perfectly proportioned breasts, her curvy hips and her great tight ass.
I was admiring her as soon as she entered the kitchen she screamed.

   "Hey Ram..there is a mouse...in the ..." I could see how terrified she
was.

   I pulled my secret string and quickly moved towards her.  "What
happened?" I asked and grabbed her in my arms.

   She hugged me back with her face buried in my neck crying.  "I am scared
of rats."

   "But there is no rat." I pointed to kitchen

   "I don't want to look oh ...please.."

   The feel of her body with mine made me mad with lust.  I guided my
trembling hands up her back, my fingertips lightly tracing every curve and
line.  Anchita melted into my arms and let her body fall against me as she
ran her hands up over my chest to my shoulders.  Her breasts were feeling
so good pressed against my chest, and I am sure she was feeling my dick on
her thighs...I couldn't resist further, and slowly brought my lips to her
lips, and I started kissing her silently.

   "Relax ...just relax." I said and kissed her again

   She trembled and came out of a trance and protested.  "What are you
doing.?" She pushed me away.  "Bade gandey ho tum."

   I laughed and said, "Don't take me wrong I was only trying to relax
you."

   "No you were kissing me."

   "Aye come on ...  it is the kiss of a brother to his sister..."

   "Sach...To pir theek hai ...  alright."

   She was calm now and looking at the place where there was no rat.  I
told her that rats do appear occasionally but there is nothing to fear as
long as I am with her.

   "Do they appear in my room also?"

   "Only occasionally...you can call me in case ...."

   "NO I will not sleep there." she declared

   Was I hearing right.  I was not expecting things to happen so quickly.
"There is a double bed in my room you can sleep with me." I said, [like a
dog looking at a piece of meat]

   "Not in same bed ...  I can sleep on the couch."

   "Pagal hai tu ...  then it will be the same thing like sleeping in two
rooms."

   "Muje thoda dar lag raha hai ...  I am fearing you now."

   "Then decide between the two fears ...one of rat and one of me ...  I
assure you of my innocence."

   I decided then and there that I will keep my distance with her for a
couple od days.  Just to build her confidence.  It was the most difficult
thing to sleep in same bed with her and keep my distance.  I, however, kept
myself in check.  On the second night I again brought the subject of
working in the movies.  She again said she was not interested.

   "Why don't you make some money of your own, if it is possible."

   "Woh to theek hai lekin..."

   "I know you are worried about father.  Listen one can work in movies
with a fake name and change his or her facce with make up."

   "Accha...If you are with me ...  then I am ready to work."

   "Before working you will have to give an audition."

   "I know nothing about these things Bhayya."

   "Leave this to me ...one of my friend is a friend of a film
director....he will talk to him."

   The very next day I consulted one of my buddies and told him that I am
trying to seduce a wench from my village and I need his help.  He had got a
a still and a movie camera.  He agreed to pay me a visit same evening. 
When I reached home I told Anchita that a director will visit us.  She was
happy to listen that so I told her that she should take a lot of dresses
out because the director will like to take her photos in different style of
cloths.  The last thing I told her was that she should not introduce
herself as my sister.  Film guys don't like girls with brothers.  She
smiled and said.

   "Muje lagta hai ...  the director will reject me at first sight..."

   "Let us see what he says." I replied.  "He will be knocked off."

   "Should I prepare some tea for him bhayya.." she said and I laughed like
a mad man.

   "These filmi people don't take tea.  I brought some whiskey for the
bastard."

   "Oh bhayya ...  please no bad language."

   The good thing was that she was objecting to my language and not to my
bringing whiskey inside the home.  My friend Gopal paid me a visit
according to plan.  As soon as he entered I offered him a drink but looking
at my sister he said,

   "First the work then the pleasure mister." he talked like a total
stranger and played cold to Anchita.

   "Hello, I'm Anchita," my sister said, offering her hand as she walked
across to the man fiddling with a camera.  She tried to promote an air of
confidence despite her nervousness.  "You should look me in the face,
baby," he insolently said as he shook hand with her.  "By the way, I'm
Gopal Sharma." He then asked her to turn around in front of him and took
some shots of her.

   "Girl...  your face is pretty ...can be made better by make up ...  and
change of dressing." He then asked her to change her dress frome Eastern to
western.  As she went in her room for change, he said to me,

   "This girl is a sex bomb friend...  from where you got her?"

   "None of your business ...  just keep her guessing."

   Anchita returned in a green short shirt and black tights.  Gopal again
took some photos and the asked her to open the front button of her shirt.
Anchita looked towards me and I said,

   "Come on this is part of audition....he also want to see how confident
are you."

   She opened her front buttons and I could see her bare belly and her
white bra.  "Good oh good." Gopal kept saying and 'God oh god' me.  Gopal
then asked her to take the shirt off.  This time she obeyed him silently.
Imagine my shy sister standing in front of her brother and a stanger only
in her bra and tights.  she knew both the men are groping at her tits but
she was showing great courage in standing semi nude.  After some more shots
Gopal again asked to change the dress and when she re-appeared he asked her
to deliver some dialogues and do some dance steps.  He made live movie of
her actions and said to me,

   "She is a bit shy ...but have the ability to learn."

   "Should we hope for an offer."

   "Frankly I am not doing any film at the moment ...  but I am doing a
couple od adds.  Let see what can be done.

   "Sir I have a request...." I said and handed over the glass of whiskey
to him

   "Yes ...you can be open with me." he said after taking a big gulp.

   "I too want to work in films ...  even in small roles...  will you
consider me too?"

   He laughed and said he will take my audition too.  When he left us
Anchita was not happy.

   "Why are you sad my fairy?" I asked

   "Kya bhayya...he was not showing much interest...  passing negative
comments."

   "This how things move here ...  I will suggest to you to practice some
dances and dialogues."

   "To tell you the truth I was doing this in front of mirror for some
time."

   "You naughty girl ...  telling me you have no interest in movies."

   "Interest was there but opportunity was not."

   "Now there is a opportunity so don't let it go..."

   For next two days nothing happened.  I tried to teach her her books but
I judged that she was not interested in studies.  On the third day she
asked me,

   "What happened to that directors of your?"

   "Oh that Gopal Sharma....he says he can put us both in a add."

   "Not bad ...at least its an offer."

   "But the add is of a brand of condoms.  There'll be some intimacy
involved for the shoot."

   "What...?  oh no...."

   "I also said no but then he said he is ready to pay two lakh each for
this."

   "A brother and sister in such add ...just think bhayya..."

   "He don't know about our relation ...  but said that keeping the nature
of add our faces will not be shown."

   "Pir tum ne kya kaha."

   "Nothing ...  I told him that I will put his offer to you."

   "I will say 'nay' bhayya ...."

   "Last thing he said was that he was planing a movie also...and consider
us for that ...  but only if..."

   "Acha ...  pir say yes to him." she said

   "I am worried about you."

   "Main kar loon gi ...don't worry."

   [My sweet nightingale was ready to take the bait and I am the most happy
man.]

   Next day I draw a lakh from the bank and handed to Anchita as advance. I
also took her to a bank and opened an account on her name.  I told her that
from that day the account will only grow.  She was very happy to receive
her first income.  She was not realising how much she will pay for it. 
Same day Gopal called both of us to his studio.  One of his assistance was
present also.  He welcomed us and said to Anchita,

   "This one is for you if you perform well, I promise you that a wonderful
new career awaits.  Just make sure you obey everyone of my directions when
I give them.  I do not have time to be messed about!"

   I saw my sister's eyes widen at the thought of success.  As she eagerly
nodded to indicate she would follow his instructions.  "Your makeup looks
acceptable as we will show minimum of your face." he growled.  "Go and Wear
the cream lingerie."

   With that he turned away and allowed the Anchita to head to what she
would soon see was an incredibly small dressing room.  As she walked to the
dressing room our eyes followed her, watching her shapely ass.  When she
walked the fabric of her short, loose dress hugged her ass and clung to the
shapely cheeks.  What's more the son of a bitch installed a small camera in
the top of one wall through which he can watch her outside on a small
monitor beside his desk.

   My heart missed a beat as I saw Anchita remove her blouse, her cleavage
spilling over the top of her lacy, black brassiere.  And when she deftly
unfastened the catch and allowed her full breasts to bounce free, I could
feel my manhood begin to respond, slowly unfurling inside my black jeans.
When she removed her matching thong to reveal her flat stomach and
perfectly trimmed strip of black curls, my erection began to strain against
its confines.

   There were several items of lingerie on display, all different colours,
and the cream top was particularly low cut so that her breasts would
inevitably spill over the top.  To me he asked to take my shirt off.  "Grab
this opportunity with both hands friend." he said and winked to me.

   I adjusted myself to ease the throbbing as Anchita attempted to adjust
the material but whatever she tried, it seemed that the top would barely
cover her erect nipples.  The thin strip of black curls between her thighs
threatened to peep out over the top and yet again, despite her efforts, I
saw that she was unable to adjust it to her satisfaction.  She finally
decided to come out.

   To begin with he asked us to stand close to each other.  Next he asked
us to touch and embrace each other.  He regularly placed Anchita's hands on
my muscular chest, allowing her to feel my muscles, and occasionally my
strong thighs.  Likewise, he made a point of having my hands close to her
jutting breasts whenever he could.  Every time I was rewarded with those
diamond hard nipples attempting to burst through the fabric.  Touching each
other was not only a big turn on for me but for her as well.

   After the first session, Gopal offered us wine.  Anchita was reluctant
but when he said it will open her up she started sipping slowly.  After
about ten minutes he asked us to get ready for next scene.  He told me to
stand behind Anchita.

   "Kaviraj stand close behind Anchita and place one hand on her stomach
and your lips on her shoulder."

   Getting into this pose Anchita could feel my penis push into the valley
between her buttocks.  God, she was soft like velvet.  On Gopal's command
she pushed her buttocks back slightly against me and could feel me begin to
lengthen from her subtle action.  She quickly moved her body forward a
fraction, breaking the contact.

   "Baby," Gopal barked to Anchita, "For these shots I want the most
seductive face you can give me.  I want the camera to see the lust in those
incredible brown eyes of yours!"

   She gave a slight gulp, realising that it would not be that difficult to
comply.  I kept pushing forward into her bottom, my penis much longer each
time I did.  At the same time, my tongue kept flicking along the flesh of
her shoulder.  Although she tried to keep easing herself away, I could feel
that her willpower was dramatically weakening.

   "I want you to look sexy," he continued, his camera shooting the action.
"Imagine Kaviraj is your lover and that you want him to play with you."

   My poor sister had never been exposed to an experience like this.  "Move
your second hand onto her stomach, Kaviraj," he ordered.

   I did as I was was told, except that my hands were resting just under
her breasts rather than on her stomach as directed.

   "Wonderful," Gopal encouraged, occasionally changing position to vary
the shot.  "Look sexy, baby!  Imagine that he is about to grab your
luscious breasts."

   Slowly I moved the tips of my fingers so that they gently brushed the
undersides of each globe.  She could feel my manhood was now fully erect
and was seductively pressing into the smooth valley between her buttocks
again.  Despite the danger, this time she could not help herself
involuntarily pushing back.  Both of us were acting but tell you the truth
my friend Gopal was the best actor there.  Moving stealthily across to his
left, he took hold of a wooden chair and pulled it across the floor, the
back legs making an eerie sound as they bounced of the wooden floorboards.
Smiling he rested it beside the us.

   "Sit," he barked to me, and then when I had taken my position, he told
Anchita, "Okay baby, sit on his lap and put your arms around his neck."

   He smiled at me as she only hesitated for a couple of seconds before
complying.  He had thought it might have required a little more cajoling
for her to accede but clearly she was doing her work.  "Wrap those fabulous
legs of yours tighter against him," he directed her, pointing the camera at
the shapely thighs.  "And put your lips on his neck."

   It was most surprising thing to see Anchita easily and instantly
following instructions.  I had the feeling that we were fast approaching
the point of no return.

   "Wonderful," he encouraged his camera man.  "Now stick your sweet tongue
out as if you are licking his neck."

   Now she looked really confused.  Perhaps a part of her was telling her
that she was in too compromising a position and that she needed to stop. 
This was wrong and contravened everything she had learned during her strict
religious upbringing.  In any other circumstances she would have stopped
and walked out.  But those other circumstances did not have fame and
fortune beckoning.

   And she was well aware that there was another feeling overtaking her. 
She knew that she should attempt to finish the shoot quickly and go home.
Gopal smiled as she complied.  Not only did she gingerly ease her tongue
out to rest it against my skin, she could not resist flicking it gently
across my neck, as if of its own volition.  Clearly, her arousal was taking
over.  As I licked her back Anchita began to pull back, her brown eyes wide
with confusion.  Gopal quickly intervened.

   "Anchita that is wonderful.  The company is going to love this add and
the sky is the limit.  Lean your upper body back now baby whilst keeping
your hands around his neck.  Look at the camera, now.  That's it, baby.  So
very hot.  I want that look, Anchita, Give me that look.  Imagine that he
is inside of you, fucking you.  Imagine that, baby!"

   He made some faces and asked her to copy him.  She surely never had sex
before but she wanted to show her talent.  When she pushed her upper body
away as Gopal frequently directed her to, that brought her now aroused
clitoris in perfect contact with my erection and the feeling was simply
sensational.  I was about to erupt when Gopal stopped the shoot and called
it a day.

   "You are very good Anchita and you have a wonderful future of stardom."
[a future in whoredom is certain if not in stardom]

   Anchita immediately asked for washroom.  She surely wanted to pee to
relieve her tension, while I her brother [and lover] wanted to use bathroom
for masturbating.

   Returning back in a taxi I said to her that she is a change person now
but if she wanted to go back to her old life she has a choice.  To my utter
delight she said,

   "This was acting bhayya and I now want a career in acting."

   "If you really becomes a heroin and rich one day then never forget this
brothers of yours."

   "What forget bhayya.  You will always live with me."

   "Aray ...  kya shadi nahin kare gi...won't you marry?"

   "Rather then becoming a wife to a dull person, it better to live with
you."

   I looked at her with a shocked expression, but she started pinching my
ass at different places, right in front of the taxi driver.  I too got into
the mood and pulled her top up a bit from the front and started tickling
her there!  It was a wonderful feeling touching her on her nude exposed
stomach!  Anchita was also taken aback for a minute when I lifted her top,
but she soon forgot all that in the excitement and enjoyment.  In this
game, we both were twisting and twitching a lot, and were falling over each
other, feeling each other all over when the fucking bitch dropped another
bomb.

   "Control bhaiyya control please"

   Listening her call me brother made the driver so shocked that he applied
the brakes.  Sudden jerk made her fall in my arms, her lips were inches
from my lips!  I stole a glance at the taxi driver, and could see he was
shocked to hear that we were not a couple!  I cursed my stupid sister for
not having the common sense to shut her fucking mouth in front of the
driver, but seeing the eyes of the driver started giving me another
hard-on! I had already felt and kissed my sister in front of two men, but
this time I was feeling her in front of a stranger with his knowledge that
we were siblings.  I decided to control for a while.

   After reaching home Anchita switched the TV on and sat down to watch a
serial.  I brought two glasses of vodka and handed her one.  Without any
hesitation she took the glass and started sipping.

   "I never thought even in my dream that one day I will be drinking ..."

   "I know that in village both papa and your brother ...they drink..."

   "Yes ...but they keep it as a secret from us women."

   "You have no such complaint against me...I hope you will not mention
this to anyone."

   "You gave me the freedom I wanted ...thank you bhayya."

   "Look at that." I pointed to girl on screen who was wearing very few
cloths.  "She all of a sudden made a place for her in small screen."

   "If she will keep exposing like that she will be on big screen soon."
She commented.

   Sitting beside her I started telling her the pros and cons of show biz.
I repeated my advice of practicing dialogues and dance steps.  Smiling she
said,

   "Can you help me practice some dialogues bhayya."

   [this was my line, how can you speak that slut.]

   "Okay darling ....Just imagine I am your father and you are telling me
you love one of your class mates ...  who by the way is a poor boy."

   She looked and my eyes and suddenly started in a high tone.  "Papa if
Ankit is poor then this is not his fault.  The important thing is I love
him and he loves me.  Please Oh ....  Papa please accept him as your your
son-in-law." [Blah blah blah]

   "Over my dead body." I said as her papa and then clapped for her
performance.  She smiled and thanked me.  I said "Well done but can I give
you a difficut situation."

   "Anything bhayya ....  I am in mood now..."

   "In this one you are a 'bazaroo aurat' ...I mean a prostitute ...one of
your favourite customer has interest in another randi and you are trying to
win him back."

   "This one is really difficult but I will try." she said and getting
close to me she started saying.  "Seth ...  You want a woman or a bitch ...
Rozy has no comparison to me."

   "Chup kar sali Rozy to bahut chikni hai ...what is so special about you
..." I spoke like a villin.

   "Look at me ...  see how young am I ...see my face and my eyes ... 
don't you see love in them."

   "Do you have something more than love to show or I go." I said and drew
her close.

   "Yes ...  I have ....  Look Seth look ..." She stood up and took her
shirt off.  now she was standing in her bra only.  "My waist ...my boobs
...Is that kanjri ...Rozy that beautiful."

   "Come sit in my lap ...I want to have a closer look." I said in a heavy
tone.  To my surprise she dropped herself in my lap without hesitation. 
She looked small compared to me and that is why she was so special to me. I
hugged her and kissed her on her lips very slowly.  At first she resisted
but then responded by kissing me back.  I rubbed her ass and said, "This
ass of yours is your best part Randi." I said and tried to open her tights.


   "Stop please stop ...you are trying to take advantage ...." She stood up
and sat beside me.

   "You are right Anchita ...  I know you are my sister but ...  today I am
feeling very horny..."

   "AM I the reason ...."

   "Yes you are ...  but I don't want to do any thing silly so..."

   "So ...kya ...what."

   "I am thinking of going to a real randi ....just to relieve myself."

   "Hai itni raat ko ...isn't that late."

   "That bazar remain open all the night."

   "Do you go there often?"

   "Not often ..  but once in a month yes."

   "I will not let you go."

   [she was speaking more like a wife now]

   "What I am doing ...  I am doing to keep you save from me."

   [that was high point in my acting and it worked]

   "You can your relieve yourself by your hands." she suggested

   [with you in the house I am now getting fed up this practice]

   "If you can use your hands on me than I will surely stay."

   She was silent for a moment then she bent and started opening my pant. I
took no time in dropping my pant and underwear.  As my erect cock came in
her view her big eyes became bigger.

   "tauba ...  you are as big as a donkey."

   [how many you have seen bitch]

   "Have you done this before?" I asked

   "Never." was the short answer.

   "I will teach you...Grip it and rub it ...  go slow."

   I am happy to see she was a novice.  She checked it first then gripped
her in her soft long finger.  The feel was so good that I was about to
brust.  "Can you take your bra off."

   "But why bhayya?"

   "By looking at your boobs I will quickly get the relieve."

   I needed not repeat my demand because she turned her hands back and
unhooked her bra.  When her boobs came in open I felt myself the luckiest
guy.  What a pair of nipples they were.  Pink and pointy against a
quarter-sized aureola.  Her tits were small, but not flat.  I watched her
without touching her.  She again came close and gripped my cock.  She may
not know what she's doing, but she's giving it quite the effort now, I
thought proudly.  She was nervous and sweet.  And now I knew she wanted it
to be me.  [I could take her, train her, teach her everything.]

   "Its hurt ...because the skin of my cock is dry." I protested

   "What should I do then?"

   [bring some oil or cream I could have said but no] "Lick it a little ...
your saliva will make the skin wet."

   "Oh no ...  I can't do that."

   [bitch you ill have to]

   "I am not asking you to suck ...  a small licking will not hurt any
one."

   "Aap bahut gandey ho." She said but brought her rosy soft mouth near my
cock.  She pushed her tongue out and licked at the middle.  She was
avoiding the head of my cock.  I held her head and whispered, "The head
...only a little ..ok."

   She obeyed me.  One of her hand was gripping the grith of my cock and
her sweet tongue was licking me.  It sent me over the moon.  I sparyed my
semen all over her face.  She let my cock go and ran to wash room.  It took
some time for me to regain my senses.

   I saw her coming back with a wet face.  I could see she was silent but
she was angry.  Her top was still bare but when she came back she picked
her bra and started to wear it.

   "Listen ...  Anchita ...  I am sorry for the whole affair."

   "Promise you will not do any nasty thing with me in future."

   "Okay I promise but I am feeling guilty over another thing."

   "Woh kya...  what?" she was curious.

   "I got my pleasure from you but gave you nothing in return."

   "I don't need anything."

   "I know how far a brother can go ...  so I can lick you back in return.

   "Kya." her eyes went wide.  "What are you saying."

   "Don't play innocent ...  Anchita ....Girls often do this with each
other."

   "I only heard about it ..  but myself have no experience."

   "Where you are giving many new things a try ....  Why not try this as
well."

   "No ..bus ...NO."

   "The reason."

   "For that I have to show you my ...  you know what."

   "Chal sunn...  tie a duppata over my eyes and then I will see nothing."

   She was silent but after a small pause said.  "Promise you won't take
that off later.''

   "Okay bring one of your scarf and lay your self down here on the couch."

   She ran to her room to follow my instructions.  When she returned she
draped her duppata over my eyes.  The sound of her bangles and the scent of
her dupptta was making me hard again but I controlled my urges.  After
tying it tight she said.

   "Swear bhayya you are not seeing anything."

   "I swear on your name ."

   "No swear on name of your ...  mother."

   I did even that [sorry mom morals were not my obstacles] and asked her
to get nude and lay down on the couch.  I traced her body with hands and
happy to note that she was lying buck naked on the couch.  I made some room
for me in her feet.  Then before she can guess anything, I kissed her feet.
I took her toes in my mouth and sucked.  She moaned in surprise.

   "What are you doing ...  stop." on her demand I stopped but knew how
turned on was she.

   I managed to get an arm around her back so she stayed.  With my other
hand, I was able to search her pussy.  I could not see her jewel but felt
that she was a virgin.  My touch sent quirs in her body.  Without further
hesitation, I brought my mouth down and covered her.

   It shocked her at first, but when my tongue lapped, she moaned like a
wild boar.  My tongue alternated between drawing a line up and down, then
moving around in circles.  I was sure that she'd never been in this sort of
bliss, and worried she'd lose consciousness.

   Despite the fact that I was not gone deeper I could taste her.  She was
already very wet.  Sweet, slightly tangy, absolutely sublime.  In my past I
had always enjoyed listening to the different moans I could elicit with
different actions, and Anchita was no different.  She was better.

   I was hard as a rock, but it is the time of my fairy, my queen.  Right
now, I was going to take care of her.  Using a finger, I was able to locate
her clit.  She had no idea what a clit is for.  I brought my mouth back
down, placing my lips directly on it.  A slight touch and her hips bucked,
she couldn't stop them.  I increased my liking and Her moans turned into
screams, but not of agony; far from it.w Wave after wave of pleasure cycled
through every muscle in her body as she climaxed.

   "BAS ...Ab ...bas.." she was hissing.

   She too was as horny as me but didn't have the courage to admit.  As
soon as it was over, her head crashed back.  I fell on her and held her
naked body against mine as she calmed down.

   "How are you?" I whispered into her ear.

   "I . . ." she began but could not complete.  How could she ever come up
with the words?  She was happy and exhausted all at once.  "Wow," was all
she could come up with.

   "That sums it up nicely," I said.

   Both of us untangled ourselves and went for cleaning.  After that we
wore our night dresses and met again.  She blushed as she saw me again.

   "Please bhayya ...  no more ....dirty things."

   "I am feeling tired and want to sleep." I told her

   "Let us take rest then."

   "Thank you Anchita for stopping me to go to a whore." I said and she
turned red.

   [If a sister can act like a whore only a fool will waste money on a
whore.]

   I made her do things she's never done before.  I felt like I was forcing
her, but in a strange way she had actually consented to do as I wished. 
And for tomorrow I had a lot more in mind.  Tonight was nothing more than
breaking the ice and getting her started.

   Next morning when I woke for office she was not in sight.  I contacted
her on phone and told her that he wanted to re-shoot a couple of scenes. 
Listening that she became angry.

   "How can he....Bhayya ....If he want more shooting he will have to pay."

   "You are right but you are not aware of the rules of show-biz." I
informed her

   "Then guide me Na."

   "Re-shoot is part of deal...."

   "If we refuse then..."

   "If you we will re-shoot we will receive the rest of our payment. 
Otherwise we ill have to pay back double the amount of deal."

   "What?" she almost shouted.  "How can they do that."

   "This is the way show biz is sister dear."

   "Shit." she said and took a long pause.

   "They take us as two performers and not brother and sister."

   "Let us then complete the shoot."

   "Gopal asked me to come again in the evening."

   "OK"

   "Will you be ready."

   "Yeah, I will."

   Same evening we were again in the studio of Gopal.  He told us that he
want to shoot two versions of the add.  If his Hot version is not passed by
the censor then a softer version will replace it.

   "I think the last one was the hot version.  and now you want to shoot
the soft one." Anchita said smiling.

   Gopal gave a big laugh at that and said, "No baby the last one was the
soft version."

   "Oh my God, what you want me to do?"

   "GET ready and I will tell."

   To start with she was asked to wear another lingerie again.  When she
appeared again she was quiet a sight.  The pink bra with black polka dots
was pushing her breasts high.  Below, her stomach Where her hips slightly
flared, the fabric of the suspenders began, drawing lines down the front of
her thighs until they clasped the black lace.  There was a sliver of skin
between the belt and her matching panties.  Though her legs were pressed
together, there was a tiny triangle between her legs of air where her
thighs never met.  She knew how revealing was she but body but didn't have
the courage to object.

   Gopal showed us where we should stand, how we should act and so on. 
Anchita look confident standing in front of me but then Gopal announced,
"This one is a kiss scene...just make the kiss as real as possible."

   Now Anchita was shaken but there was no turning back.  "Just think you
are a Romeo and she is a juliet."

   WE came close to each other but when he said, 'yes' we stopped for a
moment.

   "Hey, why have you stopped?" Gopal yelled.  "Keep going!  Kaviraj, kiss
her for God's sake.  You two are supposed to be lovers!"

   I looked beautiful Anchita.  I noticed a look of complete uncertainty
pass over her pretty face as she looked at me.  Like jumping into a pool of
cold water, I decided the best way to approach it was dive straight in, get
the shock over quickly and move on.  I leaned into her, imagining we were
in love, and my lips touched against hers briefly.  Her skin so soft, so
sweet that I could smell her delicate perfume, even if it was only for a
moment.

   "Wait, wait, wait!" Gopal broke in.  "What was that?  You two ever
kissed anybody before, or what?  Come on, you're not supposed to be brother
and sister!  Make me believe you're in love.  This is all about
believability.  If the audience don't believe you're in love, there 's no
point in shooting."

   Next time I leaned into her and really kissed her, tenderly, gently,
tasting her lips and breathing in her sweet scent.  And to my utter
surprise she kissed back, closing her eyes and moaning softly as I ran my
fingers through her silky hair.  The kiss was stirring the warmth of
arousal throughout my body.  Her hand slipped around to the back of my
head, pressing me to her, keeping the kiss going beyond what seemed
necessary.

   "Okay guys," Gopal said, "that's enough - we're not filming Nine and a
Half Weeks here."

   Looking into Anchita's beautiful eyes now, I saw a look of shock.  She
seemed to be slightly flushed after the kiss, and she was looking
completely astounded at me standing there in front of her.

   As per plan plan Gopal asked Anchita to change and said he is satisfied
with the shoot.  Anchita was surprised at the shortness of shooting.  Gopal
again offered us drinks and we happily acepted.  I told Gopal that Anchita
is not interested in doing adds.  She wants to do movies.  Gopal eyed her
and took a big gulp from his glass.

   "One of my friend is shooting a B-grade movie.  He asked me to find a
new face for him."

   "Good ...  we will do that movie." I remaarked

   "Not you mr.  Kaviraj...the role is only for Anchita." gopal said with a
sneer.  [pre planned]."you may be considered some other time."

   I looked at her and found her feeling happy but to keep me in bussiness
she said, "I will not act alone."

   "Don't be silly ...  you are new you canot put conditions ..." I said

   "Take your time and think about it." Gopal announced.

   With that our meeting came to an end.  On the way back Anchita kept
saying that she will not act alone in any movie.  I told her that she
should not miss an opportunity.  Even if I will not act I will accompany
her to every shoot.  She then asked me,

   "Waht this b-grade movie is?"

   "You must have seen a couple....movies of new talent ...  Masala.."

   "Masala movie ...  that shows a lot of sex."

   "A lot of famous actors and actresses started their career from those
movies."

   "So you recommend."

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