Chapter 1

I was upset this morning after getting Pooja's phone call. She told me "Archana Di, kal raat maine nauvna shikar banaya"(ARCHANA DIDI {elder sisters are addressed as Didi in India} YESTERDAY I MADE MY NINTH VICTIM). She obviously sounded jubilant and it made me jealous of her; I have always been jealous of her, because she has always been one up on me.

But let me tell you about us first. We are from a conservative North Indian Brahmin family. Our family believed that we were upper caste so we kept distance with lower castes, including Muslims, Christians and, of course, scheduled castes. They were not allowed inside the house and we would never touch or shake hands with them. Our father, Ram Sahay, was a traveling salesman and mother, Mohini, was a housewife; she was very much against the low caste and Muslims. My father was a slim guy and he looked more than his age, while my mother was short, around 5 ft. tall, and plumpish woman of fair complexion and good features. Her hips were round, wide and fleshy. Whenever she walked her buttocks moved like water waves and looked sensual. She was very pleasant in nature, but very caste conscious and would not mix up with lower caste people and Muslims.

We lived in the city for a long time in a rented flat in a huge building till I was around 10 years old. Later we shifted to a suburban colony, where my father had bought an old property three years before quite outside the city limits; and we had shifted in it after minor repair works had been done in the building. A colony was developing now in the area around our house so till then there were only a few houses in the colony. There was no house closer than 200 metres from our house. Our new house was an old, double storeyed building with two rooms on the ground floor and three rooms on the first floor. One year after our shifting we had electricity and water supply; until then we used lanterns and would fetch water from a nearby well. Besides the main entrance door in the front, there was another door at the back opening in the huge back yard, where we had a small kitchen garden for growing vegetables etc.

I am the eldest of the two children of our parents. I am now 24 years and Pooja is a little over 22 years now. I got married just 4 years before and my husband is a businessman; he is more interested in making money than his wife. He is a nice man but not capable of satisfying my vital need- sex. I have had sex with four men before I got married; Pooja is responsible for arranging all of them for me. She had had confided in me telling that she shall touch a figure of ten before she got married.

I had taken after my mother in physical appearance- I am short in height, now 4 ft 11 inches tall, and a bit on bulkier side (I weigh around 67 kgs. now), my complexion is wheatish and my breasts now are 34 A. Pooja was an extrovert, always naughty, smart and beautiful girl. She was taller than me (she is 5' 5" tall now) and her body had started developing faster than me. We both started menstruating before reaching the age of 11 years. She started filling out when she crossed 11 years of age; she had a well proportionate body and her budding cone-shaped breasts were almost the size of a tennis ball by the time she was 12 years, while mine were just a little larger than a lemon. Her nipples were pointed and looked strained against her camisoles, while mine looked smaller like a swelling on my chest. Boys in the school and other men used to ogle her and I could see them stripping her with their eyes. She knew it and enjoyed their attention and interest in her, and I used to feel bad that not many men would stare at me often. She was an extrovert and had a very sensuous figure and her smile was really very beautiful. I was average looking, inhibited, introvert and shy.

I can vividly recall the incidents that took place almost a decade before; our father had gone on his usual around a week's tour just two days back-

I was around 14 year then and Pooja had just completed her 12 years just 2 months before. On that fateful night I woke up around 1 am hearing some sound. I saw Pooja coming out of the bathroom after she had washed her face and combed her hair. She tiptoed towards the door and I was surprised where she was going at that time, dressed only in camisole and panty? And why was she hiding it from me by moving stealthily towards the bedroom door that we both shared?

"Pooja ... kahan ja rahi ho iss waqt?"(WHERE ARE YOU GOING AT THIS TIME?), I sat up in the bed asking her.

"Ohh ... tum jaag gayi? Abhi jaldi mein hoon, laut kar bataungi"(OH ... YOU WOKE UP? I AM IN A HURRY ... SHALL TELL YOU WHEN I AM BACK), she replied and hurriedly went out closing the door behind her.

My sleep had been disturbed but I decided to wait for her. I was not very curious to know because she would often feel hungry at night and go downstairs in the kitchen to get a few things to eat, which she brought in our bedroom and shared with me. But it was never so late at night that she felt hungry. I was sure she wanted something to eat so I waited for her to return. I was in slumber so was soon sleeping again. I woke up after about an hour and still found her missing in the bed, so got worried. I hurriedly got out of the bed I headed for the kitchen in my normal sleeping dress-camisole and panty. Since my breasts had not really developed, I did not wear a brassiere till then. Pooja hated wearing one so despite mother's insistence she wore them only when she went out.

I was barefooted rushing down the stairs. From the landing midway the stairs, a complete view of the kitchen could be had. I looked into the kitchen in very dim light; I saw a body lying on the kitchen floor and, I was sure, it looked like Pooja. I saw a figure standing near her wearing loose clothes. I was terrified and my legs started trembling; I wanted to scream, call out for help but it seemed I had lost my speech. I just sat there on the landing apprehending that the burglar had killed or at least severely hurt Pooja. I did not know what to do and suddenly I thought of my mother. She used to sleep on the ground floor room whenever our father went out on his sales tours. 'Had she been hurt as well?', was worrying me. Just then I saw the figure on the floor convulse and then the figure standing close to her reaching out to hold her hand to help her get up. It baffled me- what is happening there? Who are these two persons? I was almost sure about the figure who had been on the kitchen floor; it had to be none else, but Pooja. But who was the person standing there? My eyes were glued to the scene trying to decipher in the darkness. After a minute I saw the person in loose clothes move out of kitchen and heading towards the back door, which opened in a courtyard outside the house. Pooja once again lay on the kitchen floor. After the person had closed the door behind him, I gathered some courage and rushed towards the kitchen.

I immediately went to lock the back door from inside and came back inside the kitchen after switching on the lights. Pooja was lying there completely naked. Her camisole and panty lying a few feet away from her. She heard my steps and opened her eyes. I was shocked to see blood and some sticky white fluid coming out of her vagina. I knew she had been raped.

"K ... Kaun tha Pooja? Kisne tumhare saath ye gandi karkat ki hai?" (WHO WAS HE POOJA? WHO HAS DONE THIS DIRTY ACT WITH YOU?). I whispered fetching her panty trying to wipe her vagina with it. To my surprise, I found her smiling rather than looking shocked after the rape.

"Arey pahle batti to bujha do. Tum chinta mat karo Didi ... mere saath kisi ne jabardasti thode ki hai." (FIRST SWTICH OFF THE LIGHTS. AND YOU DO NOT WORRY SISTER ... NOBODY HAS DONE IT FORCEABLY), She said in low tone trying to sit up.

It was my turn to be shocked and surprised. "Kya ... kya tum ye kahna chahti ho ki tum khud... ?" (ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY THAT YOU YOURSELF... ?) ... I went to switch off the lights

She took her panty from me and wiping her vagina, she got up with my support.

"Chalo apne kamare mein chalte hain ... wahin baat karenge" (LET US GO TO OUR ROOM ... WE SHALL TALK THERE). She started moving slowly, holding my hand

After reaching our room, she asked me to wait till she had douched her vagina with water. She returned after five minutes; there was happiness and strange kind of glow on her face. Then she asked me, "Accha Didi, yeh to tum jaanti ho ki hamare Babuji ko har mahine kam se kam do baar sales tour pe jaana padta hai?" (SISTER, YOU KNOW IT WELL THAT OUR FATHER HAS TO GO ON HIS SALES TOURS AT LEAST TWICE A MONTH?)

I nodded my head in agreement.

"Aur ye bhi jaanati ho ki har tour kam se kam aath ya das din ka hota hai ... aur ye bhi ki Babuji ke tour pe jaate hi pichhle ek mahine se Amma ne neeche wale guest room mein sona shuru kar diya, ye kahte huye ki raat ko ya jaldi subah koyi ghanti bajaaye to wo darwaza khol dengi jisse hamari neend kharaab na ho?" (AND THIS ALSO THAT HIS EVERY TOUR IS OF EIGHT TO TEN DAYS DURATION ... AND THAT SINCE LAST ONE MONTH MOTHER HAS STARTED SLEEPING IN THE GUEST ROOM ON THE GROUND FLOOR TELLING US THAT SHE IS DOING IT SO THAT OUR SLEEP IS NOT DISTURBED IF SOMEONE RINGS BELL AT NIGHT OR EARLY MORNING; SHE WILL BE THERE TO ANSWER THE DOOR).

I again nodded my head, but I was getting irritated because I felt she was talking irrelevant things. Why can't she come to the point and tell me the secret behind her deciding to lose her virginity at the young and tender age of 12 years?

I wanted to reprimand her, but before I could do that, she started telling me the real thing in a mysterious way.

"Suno Didi ... tum rozana subah late uthati ho aur main to tumse bhi late uthati hoon, lekin aksar raat ko mujhe bhookh lagti hai to main kitchen mein jaakar kuch khaane ko lati hoon. Aaj se koyi ek mahine pahle ki baat hai, Babuji ko tour pe gaye ek hi din hua tha ... subah ke paanch baje ke aas paas uthi kyunmi mujhe aisa laga ki peechhe wale darwaaje pe halki si khatkhat huyi hai. Pahle to maine socha mera vaham hai lekin na jaane kya soch kar uthi aur seedhiyan utrane ... maine peechhe ka darwaaza khula dekha aur ... chandani raat thi ... maine do logon ko lipte huye dekha..." (LISTEN SISTER ... YOU WAKE UP LATE IN THE MORNING EVERYDAY AND I WAKE UP STILL LATER, BUT I OFTEN FEEL HUNGRY AT NIGHT THEN I GO TO FETCH SOMETHING TO EAT FROM KITCHEN. ABOUT 12 DAYS BEFORE, OUR DADDY HAD GONE ON HIS TOUR JUST TWO DAYS BEFORE, AROUND ONE AM I WOKE UP BECAUSE I HEARD A KNOCKING SOUND ON THE ENTRANCE DOOR AT THE BACK OF OUR HOUSE. AT FIRST I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST AN ILLUSION; THEN I DO NOT KNOW WHY I DECIDED TO GO AND CHECK THE DOOR MYSELF. WHILE ALIGHTING THE STAIRS I NOTICED THE DOOR OPEN ... IT WAS A MOONLIT NIGHT ... I SAW TWO PEOPLE IN CLOSE EMBRACE... ). She stopped and looked in my direction trying to read my expressions.

"Tum kya baqwaas kar rahi ho ... tumhara dimag kharab ho gaya hai ... main kabhi vishwaas nahin kar sakti ki Amma... "(WHAT RUBBISH ARE YOU TALKING ... YOU HAVE GONE MAD ... I CAN NEVER BELIEVE THAT MOTHER... ). I almost shouted.

"Main bhi yehi sochti thi ... tum uske baad ki koyi baat nahin sunana chahogi ... chalo, kisi din tumhen dikha bhi doongi tab to vishwaas karogi?" (I ALSO THOUGHT SO ... YOU WOULD NOT LIKE TO HEAR WHAT HAPPENED THEREAFTER ... ANYWAY, SOME DAY I SHALL SHOW YOU EVERYTHING THEN YOU WILL BELIEVE). She was calm and tried to sleep. She lay on the bed and pulled a thin sheet to cover herself.

"Lekin tumhara ye ... kis aadmi ke saath kar rahi thi? Kaise jaanti ho usey?" (BUT YOUR ... WHO WAS YOU DOING WITH? HOW DO YOU KNOW HIM?). I was dying to know how she could do sex at this young age?

"Didi sab pataa chal jayega ... lekin ek baar main tumhen apni aankhon se sab dekh lene ke baad hi baki ka kissa bataungi. So jao ab."(SISTER YOU SHALL KNOW EVERYTHING ... BUT NOW I SHALL TELL YOU MORE ONLY AFTER SHOWING YOU WITH YOUR OWN EYES). She turned her back towards me.

I tried my best to extract the name and identity of the man, she was with just a few minutes before, but she declined to tell me anything more till she had shown me the something I did not know. I could not believe what she had hinted, but was curious to witness myself. I was young and the changes in my hormones had resulted in sexual desires seeking male attention ever since I had attained puberty.

I lay on the bed but sleep would not come and I remained awake that night. Next day when I met my mother in the morning I was looking at her with suspicion. 'Why would Pooja tell a lie to me about our mother?' I was debating in my mind. I decided to wait till I myself would witness it all.

I did not have to wait for long. On the third night Pooja had awakened me; it was past midnight. I could not get proper sleep at night during these three days, and whenever I confronted my mother I stared at her slightly overweight short frame, her 38-D sized breasts which bounced when she walked and her heavy round buttocks which moved like waves in the ocean. She was beautiful and sensuous woman even after bearing two children by the time she was not even 20 years old.

"Chalo Didi, aaj tumhen kuch dikhayen" (COME SISTER, LET ME SHOW YOU SOME THING TODAY). She said with a mysterious smile. My heart started pounding faster with apprehension. I did not know whether I really wanted to see all that, but sex has strange attraction in any girl's mind. I got out of bed. And followed her out of our room. We did not switch on any lights and tiptoed in the direction of one of the two bedrooms on the ground floor. It was a small room and the bed was quite close to the door, so there was a chance of hearing any conversation inside unless it was in a very low tone or in whispers.

My legs started trembling when I heard faint sound of moans as we neared the bedroom door. There were sounds of 'aaahh', 'uuuhh' etc in a female voice, and then some talks as well which were inaudible. I wanted to rush back to my room, but then I heard a hoarse male voice "Ab poore laude se jor jor se chodunga" (NOW I SHALL FUCK YOU HARDER WITH THE ENTIRE COCK).

The words moistened me between my legs. I had heard this voice but could not identify the person.

"Kaun hai?"(WHO IS HE?). I whispered to Pooja thinking that she might be knowing the person. My legs were still trembling and I had to rest against the wall to steady myself.

"Abhi chup raho ... sab bata doongi"(KEEP QUIT ... SHALL TELL YOU EVERYTHING). She said placing her forefinger on her lips.

The moans got more frequent as we heard the screech sound of the bed inside the bedroom. It seemed as if some people were wrestling on it.