My Sister, Sonali, had turned 19 just last week. As much as I loved her as an elder brother, I had to admit her big bosom always left me surprised. They were definitely sized 36 and always looked huge.
She had proper busty melons, and for somebody of her age it was an unbelievably sized pair of hooters to own.
Sonali, however, always managed to keep it covered,hidden and look less voluptuous on most occasions. But at home, it was just impossible.
Firstly you do not always wear uncomfortable clothes at home just to cover your assets. I mean it’s your place to relax.
Secondly, you are home. Nobody at home would check you out. So why bother !!
Yup, that is where she got it all wrong. Because I always cared to check her out, and I was glad she did not know she had to bother.
I never had the guts to touch her, and though I always hoped I get a chance, I don’t think I would have still grabbed the opportunity. I was going to be scared.
It was then that Cricket World Cup was going on, and the excitement was catching up. Like every other person in the country, my sister too was glued onto the TV set.
All of a sudden she said she wanted to try playing cricket.
I was in no mood to play, and worse, I just did not want to play with her. It was not going to be fun to play with someone who had no idea how to even hold a bat.
“But you can teach me” she said when I said I cannot play boring cricket with her.
I was not going to say yes to her, and she knew it. That is when she said I got nothing for her on her birthday, and so Cricket Training is what she wants as her gift.
Though reluctantly, I had to finally agree.
To begin with, I told her to look at me hold the bat, and my stance as I showed her. And to show her how to use the bat, I asked her to roll the balls over.
She rolled the ball along the ground very slowly, yet I completely missed it. Simply because I saw none of it. I just couldn’t look at the trajectory of the ball.
All I had my eyes fixed on, was my sisters unbelievably huge cleavage, as she bent down to roll the ball towards me. It was so deep, I wouldn’t be called a liar if I said I saw the whole of her naked boobs.
“Got you !!” she mocked me. Well, she did, actually !!
I was instantly hard. Maybe harder than I had ever been in my whole life.
“Let me just do proper bowling, brother. Don’t make me look so dumb” she said as she bowled to me, with a complete action.
Her boobs swayed and bounced with every step she took, and by the time she had delivered the ball, her boobs looked like they were going to jump out of her top.
I missed her ball again, and this time it hit the wickets. I was so curiously thinking if she had any bra inside her top, and did not even bother to look at the ball.
“You are a disgrace brother. You can’t even handle my trials. Just tell me how to hold a bat, and let’s play. I am done having you teach me” she grabbed my bat saying this, as I stood right next to my sister with a raging hard-on, shocked & excited.
Sonali had worn a plain white t-shirt, with a low v cut neck, that had the potential to show a lot of what she hid inside. She had pink colored casual summer shorts below, but to be honest they were actually just micro mini gym shorts. She often wears them at home.
“There is no point in you standing there and giving me lessons on holding the bat. Come stand next to me, and tell me how to hold the bat” my sister said, asking me to come closer, and at the same time bending her back a bit, slightly pushing her butt out.
Her mini shorts hardly covered her ass cheeks. And with the loose stitching at the back, anybody who actually tried could see the whole of her ass.
I just had to admit she had a great ass, too. It was just that I never noticed before.
“Stop wasting time, will you ??” she said impatiently.
The very moment I held her arms, and taught her how to hold the bat, I felt my dick press against her soft round ass.
I could bet she had no panties on, and with each new shot I was teaching her, my dick seemed to be going deeper and deeper inside her ass cheeks. It was as good as drilling her ass.