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Indian Airhostess Sister

I am Rocky, 18 years of age. I belong to the North Eastern Indian state of Manipur. My dad is an engineer in Oil and Natural Gas and my mom is a teacher in a Christian Mission School. I just completed my high school in a public school in the beautiful hill resort of Darjeeling. I have a sister, who after her graduation from college joined a private airline as a stewardess. She is 21.

We are a close-knit family and when I got back hole during vacations, we used to have lots of fun.

Being from the North Eastern State, we have Mongoloid features. That gave me a perfect fair skin, muscular body. Though I had an average height, my regular soccer games kept me muscular and fit. I was all muscles and no fat. I also used to work out. My dad is also a physically fit man, and so is my mom.

Life in Imphal - the capital of Manipur is quite laid-back and relaxed. When I visited home, we used to have parties, dances and picnics and my family used to join with the neighbourhood and we used to have overnight parties. I was only allowed to drink beer, as my dad always said spirit is for the grown-ups. So my dad, mom and sister Nina used to have their wines or even hard liquor, but I had to be content with beer.

After my high school, I had applied for joining an engineering course in Calcutta. I was called for the interview.

It was an afternoon flight. My sister was also flying in the same flight, and dad and mom dropped us in the airport. It was a Friday and my interview was scheduled for Saturday. Even my sister was supposed to stay back in Calcutta and come back the next day in the same aircraft which would fly to couple of more destinations and get back to Imphal via Guwahati.

We checked in, although my sister checked in through a different gate and went ahead of me into the aircraft. I boarded a while later. The flight started off, and my sister with her other colleagues were demonstrating the safely measures. And then they served food as the flight started cruising. I got the full attention of all the cabin crews being my sister's brother and was feeling very proud of being her brother.

The flight was uneventful and we landed in Calcutta and went to the hotel. My sister was supposed to share the room with another friend of hers. But her friend was kind enough to say that she would share it with someone else, and left us alone in the room.

My sister went into the bathroom to change from her airlines uniform. She came back from the washroom after a few minutes in a pair of loose white long pants tied with a string and a printed sleeveless top. She had taken off her formal skirt stockings and blouse. She came and jumped onto the bed.

Let me describe you my sister here. She is petite. Just average height at five feet two or three inches. Very slim. Her breasts are small, but firm and a shapely buttock - which was also not very big. She had a wide than usual mouth. Her hair is brownish black and straight falling below her shoulders. Her nose is not as flat as others, it was small, but perky and sharp.

She switched on the TV and placed some pillows below her back so that she was lying with her upper body up, leaning against the pillows stacked one above another. She was surfing the channels when the phone rang. She picked up the phone. She was silent listening to whatever she was hearing from the other end, and then she uttered, "Ok sir, I shall see you soon; but I have to be back for dinner."

"I have to go for a meeting of the cabin crews," she told me.

She opened her strolley bag and took out a pair of her clothes and went to the washroom again to change. This time, when she came out, she was in a nice skirt and a off-white top. The skirt was quite small, considering what she wears in the aircraft, and had a slit in the back between her legs. The slit rode up almost to her ass, but with one flap above another, it did not reveal anything.

"I shall be fine, you carry on" I told her and I went to the washroom to change myself. I got into a pair of Bermudas and a t-shirt and came out. She was gone by then.

I started surfing through the channels, and all of a sudden saw topless girls marching on the TV in skimpy panties and high-heeled shoes, or girls dressed in transparent gowns or tops parading. It was fashion TV showing a program on Victoria's Secrets and other lingerie. My eyes glued to that, and I was watching the sexy girls parading one after another. As a teenager with high levels of hormone, I got hard immediately, and pushed my Bermudas down and took out my cock. My long cock sprang out of my Bermudas and I went on jerking it imagining myself with those beautiful and sexy models. Soon after the lingerie show, there was the Rio carnival, where absolutely topless models in groups were parading on the street, and there were some with body paints all over their body making lewd gestures.



The Rio show was breathtaking, as girls in skimpy thongs were dancing in public and scores of people surrounding them were enjoying the show. I rushed to the bath room and picked up a small towel and started jerking myself to the beautiful sight on the TV. When a girl was displaying her sexy ass, with the camera focusing on it exposing her huge butts clad in a thong which made itself invisible between her butt cheeks, I came. My cock spurted out hot cream and as it started to spurt I put the towel over my cock. In a few moments I was relieved of the sexual tension. I wiped my cock dry and kept the towel where it was folding it exactly the way it was folded when I took it.

I changed the channel and was pretending to watch discovery when there was a knock. I opened the door and it was my sister.

She came in and sat down on the huge cushioned sofa. She looked tired and famished. Almost run down, not her bubbly cherubic self. Her skirt looked crumpled, and so was her top. Her lipstick and makeup was gone. I was wondering to myself what sort of meeting was it!!!

Realizing she was tired, I asked her, "Do we ask for room service or go down to the restaurant for dinner?"

"I think I shall prefer room service", she replied appreciating my suggestion, "I need a drink, and I can drink now, as my flight is scheduled more than twelve hours later."

"Can I have a drink as well?" I asked her in a pleading tone.

She thought for a while and replied, "Well, may be one or two drinks, but do not tell any one I let you drink!!"

We asked for steak, French fries and gin with tonic. The room service was quick. It came in soon.

Before I could finish one drink, my sister had already polished two. And by the time I had two, she had four large pegs of gin. We ate as we talked about our plans for the next day.

"My flight is at noon tomorrow." She said, "And I can sleep late tonight." Her voice was slurred and drunk.

I replied in the same tone, "My interview is at two o'clock - afternoon and I too can sleep late.

"No my dear brother, you have to check out when I check out, she corrected me, "and attend your interview and take back this flight in the evening. This flight will go to Delhi and comeback to leave for Imphal in the evening."

"Yes, I remember it." I said.

I noticed her face flushing red after the drinks she took, and her voice was kind of slurred. Her talk was getting incoherent. When she bent down to keep the glass or pick up something, I could see the upper portion of her breasts through the wide neck of her top. I know I should not look at her like that, but the image of those models I saw sometime back on TV flashed in my mind.

While playing with the remote, she switched on to AXN, which was now showing Hot and Wild show. She paused there for a moment and it was showing some place in Las Vegas. Brooke Burke was the anchor, who herself was in a tight golden skirt, that clung to her lower half, showing her pantylines, and a top tied in the front below her breast. The top was almost like a bikini top which revealed her shapely breasts. But that was bothing in comparison to what came next. It showed exotic dancers dancing topless all clad in electric pink thongs only. And then there were interviews with them, and the hot and wild show was driving me hot. And to top it all, my sister was watching it quite intently. When they showed a dance club, and a lady dancing with a pole, rubbing her pussy on it clad in a black leather thong and nothing else, she asked, "Do they really have such shows there?"

"I think so, otherwise, how would they show these." I replied.

"I mean in public, can people just flaunt themselves almost nude? It is ok if it is a dance bar - but look at those people, the audience who are also stripping and dancing." She pointed her finger at the TV and showed it to me.

"Please change the channel," I told her as I knew it was turning me on and I did not have any underwear, and my hard-on was obvious.

"Why, don't you like to see girls? You are eighteen now, and have become a man;" she was talking in a slurred voice. "Every guys likes watching it I know!!"

"But not with his sister," I replied quite sternly.

"Ok..." and she changed over to some music channel.

"What meeting did you have in the evening?" I asked her.

She sounded a bit nervous, but the booze had its effect when she blurted out, "No meeting man, the captain called me to his room."

She went to the washroom and came back. Water had splashed on her top making it quite transparent as the shirt clung to her bra and the flesh of her breast which was uncovered by the bra. She did not get bothered about it, and came and sat down where she was sitting - facing me.

"It is what we call 'meeting the captain after flights' - I went to meet him in his room with another crew. She replied.

"But why were clothes crumpled and make-up gone and hair disheveled when you came back," I asked her not very innocently.

"My dear brother, when an airhostess goes to a captain, it is only to please him..." She said nonchalantly.

"Please him??" I repeated questioningly.

"Yes, please him. And I hope you are old enough to know how a man is pleased ... " she paused for a while, "you have to have sex with him and please him... and for your information, every airhostess sleeps with the captain, and there are times, when even the male crews and the female crews gang up in the ...
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