I’m crazy. Something is definitely wrong with me. Maybe I should consult a psychiatrist. Those thoughts passed through Anita’s mind yet another time.

But the fact was that Anita wasn’t.

She was normal, just like any other girl. She was exceptionally intelligent also; her I.Q. was somewhere in the 140-150 range. But in one way, she wasn’t quite normal either. She had very few friends at college. She was lacking in what modern psychology describes as “Emotional Quotient”. That was the only problem that troubled her. Or, should one rather say, was the root cause of all the other problems which were troubling her.

She always demanded more personal space. She often used to pay attention to even the tiniest detail of everything, a habit which often won her ridicule from her classmates. She hated people – not everyone, but most people. She found them “disgusting” most of the time. Many often, she failed to express empathy towards her friends – which was considered by most people who knew her as the worst aspect of her character. After all, she was a girl and female human beings are generally more emotional than males and were expected by others to be so.

But the problem that was taunting Anita right now was something different than her popularity. Yes, her problem was something related to it; since she did not have any close friends, she didn’t have any boyfriend either. And being the 21-year-old beautiful girl she was, that single fact was enough to make her wonder if she needed to seek professional advice. Maybe she needed; maybe hers was a mild condition of Asperger’s Syndrome; maybe not. But she was a good girl. She was a brave girl, one who dares to take risks to help her friends out in difficult situations.

That evening, Anita was on her way walking to her home after a usual day at college. (Author’s note: In Indian culture, young people stay with their parents until marriage.) “Tania!” he heard someone shouting her pet-name from across the road, and immediately recognized the voice as her brother’s. Only her brother, Rohan, and her parents used to call her by that name, which was actually coined by her late grandmother by reversing the syllables in her given name. As she turned around and greeted him with a smile and a wave, he crossed the road and joined her in the walk. “Did you finish that watercolour you were working on?” Rohan asked. Yes, Anita was an artist, too. “No … actually, it isn’t even halfway yet”. Anita smiled sheepishly as she replied. “Oh, I almost forgot what a lazy bum you are”, Rohan commented. Together they walked home, chitchatting about anything and everything that related to the lovely little world of theirs.

As they entered their house, Anita accompanied Rohan to his room, both of them not wanting to lose the fun thread of their conversation. They sat down together on his bed. As they were talking, Rohan got up from the bed and walked over to his study table. As she watched him taking his ID card out from his pocket, putting it inside the table’s drawer, and then moving around in the room in a somewhat uneasy manner, she got the message. He needs to change his clothes. “Oh, do I need to close my eyes or something?” she asked him in a teasing style. “Well, if you don’t mind watching…” he paused, with a smile on his face that could be described as both playful and shy at the same time.

Let’s take a look at a snapshot of Anita’s mind at that time. It looked like this: “Oh-my-God-will-he-let-me-watch-him-undress-What-if-he’s-not-wearing-any-underwear-Wait-what-a-pervet-I’m-to-think-like-this-But-he’s-so-hot-Only-if-he-wasn’t-my-brother-Shall-I-leave-now-But-what-if-he-too-thinks-like-me-Whatever-I’ll-stay-and-take-my-chance”.

But what was seen outside of her thoughts was just a mischievous look and a smirk. Okay, Rohan thought. It would be awkward – maybe even rude – if I ask her to turn around or go outside. After all, she’s my sister, and there’s no apparent harm in her seeing me in my underwear. Even though I had masturbated thinking about her a couple of times – hey, that was when I was 14 and was uncontrollably horny – now I *almost* never think of her in that way. With that final thought, he removed his T-shirt and put it on the hanger. While removing his jeans, he glanced at Anita. She jokingly covered he eyes with her palm, and then spread the middle and ring fingers apart and continued looking t him, with a playful smile still on her face. Rohan put his sweat suit on, and went and sat back next to his sister. Anita was a kind of a little disappointed that it all ended so fast with things not taking a turn in the direction she hoped. But, as we know, Anita is an intelligent girl. What would she do now?

“What size is your jeans?” Anita asked Rohan, as she got up from the bed and walked towards the hanger, picking up the denims he just took off from his body and feeling his warmth on it. “32”, he replied. “What…? I’m almost as tall as you and even mine is 32 … and considering girls have a larger hip-size, shouldn’t yours be less than mine?” she asked, examining the material and stitching style of his jeans. “Waist sizes differ a lot by each brand, dumbo”, Rohan replied, not wasting a chance he got to pull his sister’s leg. It wasn’t like Anita didn’t know that already, but she needed to ask one or two questions to get started with her plan. “Can I try these?” she asked Rohan. “Go ahead”, he said. Anita quickly removed her skirt, while glancing at Rohan who couldn’t help but take a glance at her beautiful legs, and tried to put the jeans on. “It doesn’t fit”, she said. “That’s what I said”, replied Rohan. She removed the jeans, but didn’t care to put her skirt back on, and went and sat down next to Rohan on the bed.

Sitting on a bed next to a beautiful girl who was almost naked waist down, was not something happened everyday with Rohan.

He tried to keep his calm whilst all kind of weird thoughts, thoughts about sharing a few intimate moments with his sister, passed through his mind in an instant. “So … how’s Neha?” Anita asked. Sensing the naughty tone in Anita’s voice, Rohan demanded clarification. “What do you mean “How”?”
“C’mon…”, Anita said, “You too had been going a lot of places together, so you must have got some action with her, am-I-right?”
“Not really, sis … You know, she’s the typical modest Indian girl, so she won’t let me even kiss her on the lips.”
Anita smiled smugly at that remark. “Oh, my poor little brother…”, she remarked. She seemed to be thinking about something for a couple of seconds before she chuckled.
“What?” Rohan pressed.
“Nothing … a thought just crossed my mind that my little brother will have no idea what to do even if he gets stranded on a deserted island with a naked woman.”
“Oh yeah? Like you have had a lot of experience with boys … Or, have you?” Rohan asked, casting a devious look at his sister.
“Have you ever seen me with a boyfriend?”
“That’s because you don’t want any! I’ve heard many of the boys in the college saying that they were smitten by you at first sight, but then were driven away by your attitude.”
“Yeah, that means I can catch a fish whenever I want!” Anita said, with her confidence level now boosted by her brother’s revelation, “But … tell me the truth, Rohan, have you ever seen a naked girl?”
Rohan knew that she was kind of teasing him now, but he decided to play along and see where all this gets him.
“In the Internet, yes, but in real life … no.”
Anita looked deeply into Rohan’s eyes for a couple of seconds. Then, without saying a word, she started to unbutton her shirt.

“Hey, sis, what are you doing?” – before Rohan finished the question, she had done with her shirt and had reached behind to unclasp her bra. She began taking it off, very slowly, as Rohan stood there in amazement, just staring longingly at her chest. In a flip, she took it off her body at covered her breasts with her forearm at the same instant. “Just trying to give my naïve little bother a basic understanding if the female anatomy” – with those words, she took her hand off and gave Rohan a good view of her beautiful breasts.

It was his first sight, as well as her first show. He just kept staring at them for about a minute (which seemed like an eternity to both of them on that occasion), and when he looked into her eyes, he saw the longing in her look. The longing to be touched by her loving brother. But Rohan hesitated. What if I’m mistaken? What if she doesn’t think the way I do? What if she meant all this to be just an innocent teasing towards her younger brother? I can’t do that; but I want to; well, I should probably ask her. “Would you mind ... if ... I ... touch?”

All of a sudden, Anita’s expression changed to one of disbelief and refusal. “Of course, I would”, she said, and quickly covered up herself with her shirt. Seeing the instant remorse on Rohan’s face, she laughed and opened her shirt again. “Go ahead, dumbo – I wouldn’t have showed them to you in the first place if I didn’t want you to touch them!”

One can only imagine how horrified and then how relieved Rohan was made by his sister’s actions. He let out a sigh of relief. Anita giggled. Rohan raised his right hand and touched her left nipple. She felt a tickle, a quivering feeling, spreading all over her boy. Rohan’s hands began gently caressing her breasts. Both their bodies were trembling, as they were overwhelmed by mixed feelings – the joy of their first ever encounter of a sexual nature; the guilt of doing something that was forbidden by all the cultures in the world; and somewhere inside the deep corners of their minds, a feeling of certain gallantry in breaking one of the taboos of the society. Rohan got a little bolder now. He kneeled down on the floor in front of her, placing himself now in between her bare legs; he bent forward and kissed her right breast. Since Anita had her eyes closed, she knew what was happening only when she felt the wet softness of his lips on her areola. Anita let out a soft moan. “Kiss my tits, baby ... love me, love me ... sin with me...” Her chanting had an almost religious tone. Anita’s murmurings heightened the pleasure of the brother and sister playing dirty games with each other. Rohan gave fair treatment to both breasts of Anita, kissing one while fondling the other with his trembling yet gentle, eager fingers, and then switching to the other one. They both kept saying things ... calling each other’s names in pleasure; whispering obscenities that no brother and sister should ever say to each other. Minutes passed by, and both Rohan and Anita felt their respective orgasms building up inside them; now, they parted and looked into each other’s eyes, uncertain as to whether to proceed or not.

The decision was made simultaneously by both. Rohan stood up and backed off a step, while Anita wore her bra and buttoned her top. Then she stood up, hugged her brother and gave him a kiss on his cheek. She took her skirt up from the floor and wore it; then she and turned to face Rohan. They looked into each other’s eyes for a couple of seconds, and both couldn’t help but breaking into a smile of disbelief and shyness. Probably none of it ever happened. Maybe both of them were dreaming. They didn’t know for sure. As she walked out of Rohan’s room and he closed the door and fell on his bed, he was thinking whether they should be playing more if this game sometime later or just get over the incident and forget it – which was the same thought Anita was having in her mind as she lay on her bed, trying to force herself to a good sleep.

Maybe that was the first and last time they were doing it with each other. Maybe that wasn’t. Whatever the future held in store for them, both Anita and Rohan enjoyed the experience, and will cherish the memories of it until the very end of their lives.