Seducing My Elder Sister (Didi) – Part 2

Hello readers, this is the second part of my story. Those who haven’t read part 1, please read it first.

It was August at that time (rainy days). I had started my plan to seduce my didi. My didi, her friend Suzu and I went shopping on a Friday. My sister was very excited as it was the first time that she could buy any dress that she wanted.

We are from a middle-class family and our parents always put restrictions on what she wears. We took a cab to the mall which was around 40 minutes from our place. She was talking about her classmates and her project work. After reaching the mall, we went to the ladies’ section.

The two girls started searching every nook and corner for their choice of wear. Didi took one pair of jeans, two tops, and some clothes that she would wear at home. Suzu di also took some clothes. Suddenly, Suzu di suggested Didi should try a hot pant and a top. Didi said she had never worn such things before and if dad ever came to know that she is wearing such things, then he will kill her.

I was very happy to hear Suzudi’s suggestion. I knew didi would look like an angel in that dress. I too insisted that she try it out.

Suzu di: How can uncle know what you are wearing here?

Riya di: But I never tried such dresses before.

Suzu di: Arey baba….you wear those cotton pants in the house, know these are almost the same.

Riya di: But…

Suzu di: Arey, wear it when we three hang out, no one will know. Ricky sees your thighs at home and you are not shy of me, I guess. Just go and wear it.

Suzu handed her the dress and asked her to go and change. She took it and went inside the changing room. I was waiting for her outside the changing room.

Suzu told me that she needed some bra and went to the bra section and I was waiting for didi to come out. Didi then came out from the changing room. My god! She looked like an angel. I was in a different world. She asked me how she was looking?

I replied, “Hot.”

She blushed. She told me that it was a bit tight. That pant was really tight but I replied that it looked ok. Her thighs were looking awesome. I told her, “Aaccha, turn a bit.” She turned. My didi’s ass was looking so awesome and deep. I got a hard-on! I stared at it for 7- 8 seconds.

She asked, “Is it okay?” I regained my senses and replied, “It’s perfect.” She went inside the changing room.

We left the mall after 4 long hours. We went to a Bengali restaurant and took a cab to our home. We accompanied Suzu di to the campus as it was around 10 pm. Then we went to her room.

After taking a refreshing bath, we sat in her room and started a conversation. It was Friday night so there was no college the next day. Didi made me promise that I would not tell mom or dad about the dress.

She then started showing me all her dresses. I wanted a photo of her ass in those hot pants. I told her to try all the dresses and I would take some pictures of hers in every dress. She was very happy. She went to the bathroom and every time came out with something new that she was wearing. I was getting excited.

Finally, my didi wore hot pants. My mouth was watering after seeing her. We took around 14-15 photos in that dress. That night, I took around 200 photos in various poses.

She then went inside the bathroom and came out with her nightdress. I thought I should take some steps further. I asked her to take my pics. I too took my dress and started giving poses.

Me: How do I look in this dress?

Didi: Superb! Girls will go mad seeing you.

Me: Take some good pics, I want to upload them on Instagram.

Didi: Ok..ok.

Me: Should I post a shirtless pic on Instagram?

Didi: Yes, why not? You can.

I took off my shirt and started giving different poses.

Didi: Looks like you did a good work out in the gym.

Me: I don’t go to the gym. I am a martial arts follower.

Didi: It’s the same.

Me: No. It’s not the same.

Me: My biceps have grown bigger, haven’t they?

Didi: No, it’s the same.

Me: Touch it.

Didi (laughingly): Isssh.

I then went near my didi and insisted that she touch me. She touched my bicep with one finger.

Me: Touch it properly.

She was very shy and with some hesitation, she touched me.

Didi: It’s very hard.

Me: See my thigh.

Didi: I will not.

I could sense a little excitement in her. She then took some photos.

Didi: Your belly is so nice. There is no fat at all. I am fat.

Me: You are perfect.

Didi (smiling like a kid): I should not take street foods.

Me: Yeah.

Didi: Can I touch your belly?

Me (I was very happy for this small victory): Yeah.

She was sitting on her bed. I approached her and she again touched it with one finger. I held both her hands and made her touch me fully.

Didi: It’s like a stone.

We both laughed. She then posed with her biceps like an athlete.

Didi: But I am stronger than you.

Me: I know.

She punched me playfully 4-5 times, like a boxer. I held both of her hands.

Me: Now, hit me if you can.

Didi: (Laughing). You will die if I hit you.

As I was holding her hands gently, one of her hands escaped from my grip, and she started hitting me playfully.

Me: If I hold you now, you can’t even move.

Didi: Accha, okay. (She continued to hit me playfully).

I grabbed both her hands and pushed her on the bed. I was now above her.

Me: Hit me if you can.

She was laughing very hard…we were in that position for 10-12 seconds.

Didi: Leave me, I can’t move.

I left her hands and we both started laughing.

Didi: I am leaving you this time because you are younger than me.

Me: Should I hold you once again?

Didi: Not today. I am very tired.

It was around 12:30 so we decided to sleep. I was very happy at this small victory and I knew that she was liking it too.

The next day was a Saturday and I got to fuck my didi! I will share that incident in the next part.

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