Younger Sister Becomes My Bride

Seeing her the first time, I didn’t object. I joked with my mom that she’s perfect, now let’s go home. My mom told me to stop being funny and talk to her nicely. Aishwarya was extremely good looking.

She was wearing a peacock color silk kurta with white salwar. Her straight brown hair was till her mid-back, in a ‘U’ shape. She was beyond fair, almost pale white in color, with brown eyes. She had a round face and a perfect figure with no excess fat anywhere.

She spoke very formally with mom. There was someone with her, lingering far away in the background. It looked like a girl in a light-colored salwar suit, holding a plate of flowers and coconut.

After praying, my mom asked me to speak with Aishwarya. So I went for a walk with her. We spoke about the stuff already written in our online profiles. I was 27 and 5 feet 11, very fair by Indian standards, and recently promoted to assistant manager.

Aishwarya was 23 working for the last year and a half, continuing after her internship in the same job. She asked me about boring stuff like drinking habits, movies, and food, never once asking about love or expectations. When we returned home I flat out refused to my mother for that match.

Aishwarya had not smiled even once for the entire time she was with us. My mom tried to convince me that the girl will smile after marriage. But I didn’t believe her. Aishwarya had a completely different idea about marriage, whereas I was expecting love and romance.

A few weeks passed and my mom asked me to go and meet Aishwarya again. She pressurized me as my 28th birthday is coming in a few months and girls will not accept if the age difference is too much. Plus, Aishwarya hadn’t said anything about me and her mom had convinced her to meet me again.

So I texted Aishwarya to get ready, and we would go out for dinner at 6 pm. I reached her apartment. It was almost 6:30. I was pleasantly surprised. A girl with a smiling face opened the door. It took me a second to realize she wasn’t Aishwarya.

“Hi Vasu, I’m Rashmi, please come inside,” she said with a broad smile showing her pretty teeth. All my nervousness disappeared, and I felt totally relaxed.

She gave me a glass of water and told me that her sister is coming. She was wearing a yellow cotton kurta with a transparent blouse layer and white skinny jeans. She looked taller than Aishwarya, about 5’6” and is thinner than her sister, carried herself gracefully.

Her golden complexion was flawlessly smooth but she was not pale like her sister. There was a charm in this girl that was sorely lacking in Aishwarya. We started talking (with fairly good intentions). She was 2 years younger than Ash. She started working in Bangalore 4 months back, after completing her engineering.

Her black hair was loosely tied in a thick braid past mid-back. She had long chain-like earrings and used makeup sparingly. A touch of lip-gloss, a bit of eyeliner, and some lotion summed up her look. Though her figure was like a college girl, her size 34 boobs stood up in attention.

She maintained a good posture with erect shoulders and straight back. I looked at her pouting lips and listening to her laughter that was flowing like water in a small river. As soon as Aishwarya stepped in, my mood changed. She reminded me that we were late, and asked me to hurry.

She said we have to take Rashmi now because while waiting for me, she hadn’t started cooking. I was secretly relieved on hearing this because I couldn’t stand Aishwarya for a long time. Though I was 27, still I felt younger at heart.

We went to a nice Chinese place and ordered dinner. That whole evening I was looking at Rashmi. Listening to her silly commentary lifted my mood. As usual, Aishwarya pursed her lips and never smiled. In fact, she disappeared in the crowd like a piece of furniture.

After coming back, I told my mother that I’m not interested in Aishwarya. But my elder sister convinced me to keep in touch with Aishwarya on the phone. So I sent a text message to Aishwarya.

Initially, there was no response then I got a message from a new number that Aishwarya wasn’t interested in me. The message was from Rashmi’s phone.

Me: Can I meet Aishwarya?

Rashmi: She’s got another interest.

Me: Can I talk to her?

Rashmi: She doesn’t want to talk. Sorry Vasu, I hope you find a nice girl

I left the conversation and told my mother. She scolded me for missing such a perfect bride. I thought it’s my fault and called the number. Rashmi answered and we spoke for a long time, totally forgetting about Aishwarya. After that, we called each other many times.

Another month passed then my mother got an invitation for an engagement and wedding. The girl was none other than Aishwarya. I refused but my mom said since they are relatives we have to go. So we reached the venue. A stage was getting decorated. In the garden, the buffet was getting ready.

My mother was talking to relatives while I went to the bar and got vodka with orange juice. Just then I heard my name and turned around. It was none other than Rashmi, smiling at me like a 1000 watts of current. She looked amazing in a south Indian red choli.

The gold flowers on her navy blue blouse were matching with her skin color. When she turned to talk to someone I noticed she had a new step haircut till bra strap length. The dark hair bouncing on her backless blouse was making her very tempting to touch.

I patted her on the shoulder asking if we can go for a walk. We took another drink and started walking. After 2 minutes she asked me for a sip. I offered to bring her another drink, but she wanted mine. She giggled sipping it and said,” I know you are drinking vodka, no one drinks two marinades.”

I said, “Very clever!” The ice broken, I said, “Nice haircut, you look so cute, I can kiss you.” She smiled mischievously and said it’s with special permission for her sister’s marriage. Then we found the wedding photographer. I paid him to take our pics and share them right away.

I’m clean shaved with sharp features, tall, and good looking. That day I was wearing a deep purple kurta with our traditional white dhoti. The cameraman had set up a background and flashes for taking guest photos. There he made us take different couples poses and took our pictures, then sent them to us.

I showed them to Rashmi and she pointed at me naughtily, “I’m looking for a cute guy like him.” Rashmi’s dad saw us in the reception hall and told us to enjoy it. “I think dad likes you,” said Rashmi

“What’s the use, the one who should be impressed already rejected me,” I said casually.

“Did you like Aish?” she asked

“Honestly, I’m a happy guy, and she’s strict, not my type,” I said

“Then why were you after her?” she asked looking straight in my eyes.

“I was after you, I loved you form the moment I saw you, and I think you also love me,” I told her. She was looking at me with her big smokey eyes, covered with blue eye shadow. Her oval face perfectly framed by her silky hair.

The intricate mehendi on her hands, elbows, and feet, made her look like a bride herself. Holding her hand and pulling her close, I gave a hug and a kiss on her cheek, “Saying you look like a doll, Rashmi.”

She blushed and stepped back. Looking around, she took out a keycard and opened a guest suite; it was one of the suites for non-local guests to stay at night. The reception was the next day (Saturday night), and marriage was 4 am on Sunday.

She drank my vodka and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me before? I thought you’d never say anything.” I told her because her mom had objections about age difference with Aish. “With you, its 6 years so what can we do?”

“Aiyo, that was Aish, she didn’t want more than 2-3 years, and I never had any objection like that,” she clarified, her eyes were smiling with happiness even when she was angry. Then she came close and held my kurta saying, “You didn’t come to meet me in 3 months. I was waiting for you.” she said.

I had no answer and just hugged her. Feeling the texture of her sexy hair and smooth back. She stood up on her toes to look into my eyes. We kissed naturally. Her fresh lips were like ripe fruits and holding her silky head was making me horny.

When she couldn’t stand up anymore, we sat in on the bed making out. After a few minutes, I decided to take a chance and opened the top and bottom strings of her blouse. It came loose and the only thing holding it in place was my chest pressed to hers.

Then I lifted her by her narrow waist and made her put both knees around me on the bed. She was so light and full of energy that I never felt I’d lifted her, with her hands on my shoulder. Her chest was now in front of my face. Her v-shaped upper body was curving from top to bottom.

Her medium-sized boobs just standing up with support from just two invisible stickers. I rubbed my face in her chest, as she enjoyed looking at me. Then I put one pink nipple in my mouth. She arched her back closing her eyes and feeling the sensation. I pressed her thick hair on her back, feeling its softness.

She brought her hair forward with one hand and I caught it as it covered my face on one side. Pulling it I kissed Rashmi again while opening my dhoti with one hand. With our clothes out of the way, I pushed Rashmi and climbed on the bed. She tried to say something softly but I couldn’t hear her.

Then I went near her mouth and she whispered, “It’s my first time.” it was my first time also but I didn’t tell her. I saw she had trimmed her pussy hair neatly with scissors. I rubbed it with my hand and felt the wetness. She tried to feel me and I took her hand and put it around my cock.

It was very hard with baby soft skin around it. Then I raised both her soft milky legs on shoulders kissing them slowly. Placing my dick at her entrance I took her hand and asked her to guide it inside. She put it in the right hole but it was slipping out every time.

After 10 seconds, I took hold and inserted it with force. She shouted, “Aah,” and I had to put my hand on her mouth. She had some pain and being young she couldn’t control herself from speaking. “Mummy,” she said as I pulled out almost out and again inserted firmly.

Her pussy was wet but too tight. I had never expected it to be so difficult. After 5 minutes of in and out the action, the resistance was less. The tightness was still there but her legs were relaxed so she was not intentionally tightening her grip on my cock.

She was moaning slowly and took off my hand, pulling me towards her to kiss. That was my mistake, as I kissed her – suddenly she closed her eyes tightly and bit on my lower lip with her first orgasm. We were both sweating and I didn’t notice the pain. Then I increased my pace and started cumming.

After a hot burst of ecstasy, I pulled out and put my cock on her pink lips. She looked surprised so I took some seamen with my finger and put it in her mouth. She got the hint and licked her lips, then squeezed my dick, sucking the last drops from the head.

Fully satisfied, we went to the bathroom to clean up and get ready. She asked about my bruised lip and I told her what happened. She sucked it for a while and the bloodstain was gone. It was almost 1 hour since we were gone. When she was done, she showed me her back and I tied her blouse strings.

Then I held her boobs, kissing her neck and playing with her hair for a long time. “You’re beautiful Rashmi, I love you,” I whispered in her ear. I took her baby soft hand and kissed her pink fingers. Proposing to Rashmi, I asked her to marry me. She accepted with tears.

I told her we’d get married in the temple tomorrow. She gave me a hug and told me to take good care of her. I kissed her neck, taking a deep breath of her sweet smell, lifting her like a baby on my chest. She wrapped her long arms around me, whispering sweetly in my ear, “I love you, Vasu.”