YOURS SISTERLY

IT WAS a normal sunday afternoon. My parents were in their post-lunch nap, and I was doing my home work for the next day. I was studying 9th standard, running 14 years of age. I was to finish a drawing in my physics note book, and as usual, my drawing pencil was missing. Cursing, I searched my school bag, and then my book shelf but there was no pencil anywhere. Finally, I decided to search my brother’s bookshelf (he would kill me, if I ever touched his area). But necessity made me do that, and in my haste, some of his books fell down. Cursing again, I took them from the floor, and was rearranging them in the shelf, when I saw a neatly folded paper lying on the floor. I thought that it must have fallen from his book. I was about to replace it in any one of his books, when something in it caught my eyes.

Actually, the paper contained 4 pages, teared off from the middle of a book. The quality of the paper was superb and printing was excellent. A white coloured girl, not more than 15 years old, was lying on a bed, purely naked, her legs outstretched displaying her lolly pop in full view. She had her eyes closed, as if in bliss, and a sense of ecstacy was there all over her face. So far not bad. But what struck me like lightning was the lad, of about 20 years old, kneeling between her open thighs, his penis (I never imagined that a penis could be so long, big and steady) half buried into her lolly pop.

The photograph was taken from top angle, and I could see the bulging nerves of his penis so vividly, as if it was real.. Further, the colour contrast was striking. She was white in colour as I said earlier, even her lolly pop was only slightly pink (like mine), but the boy’s penis was brownish and gleaming like a well oiled iron rod. The other pages too contained similar pictures, of the same persons, in different positions, but his penis was always buried into her like a permanent fitting.

I could not take my eyes off the photographs. I was not sure whether I was shocked or fascinated by them. Only the previous year, I attained puberty. And it seemed that my outlook had been changing since then, and everything that looked ordinary previously, now seemed fascinating. The boy in the neighbour’s house, I never noticed him previously, but now he was attractive (to my eyes) and whenever he spoke to me, I was experiencing that strange tingling feeling inside. Even when going to and coming back from the bus-stop, I found many eyes watching me, and comments were passed on my person or so I imagined about my bulging breasts, which my Uniform shirts were unable to hold.

After standing there & looking at the pictures, for some time, I hid the paper in a secret place in my school bag. As for the home work, it was never completed.

I was totally uneasy all the evening and when I went to bed, I could not sleep well. Next morning, I wanted to see the pictures once again, and I took the photos, hidden under my blouse to the bathroom. Every time I looked at them, they seemed to be new and interesting. Then I stood before the mirror, looked at my blemishless nude body. My lolly pop was smal and a centre line punctuated the it, making the two lips very attractive. I have not cared much for them so far, but now they meant very special to me

Then i took out a fountain pen from my blouse and probed the lower lips with its tip. Instantly, I felt a thrilling sensation swelling up inside me, slowly spreading to other parts. The tip of my pen traversed through the crack in my lower lips, found a pit somewhere in the middle, and when it settled firmly there, I began to press it inside. It went in sliding, and I was happy with my bold venture. But before I could celebrate, the pen encountered some resistance inside, and when I pressed the pen further, there was a sudden pain inside, almost unbearable. I was frightened, and removed my pen instantly. The pain receded slowly, but that was that. I could not continue my research for fear of doing something complicated.

A week passed by, and I was getting restlesss.