Saturday, 14 April 2012

Vijay want's some Didi pussy.... part 1


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Hi all. This is Vijay, a software engineer. I came back to India after a two year stint in the US, and we live in Delhi, the beautiful capital of India. I am from a small family. My dad and mom are doctors and my elder sister is a model. My dada is 52, my mom 44 and my sister is 26 and myself 24. We live in a posh colony and have a fairly large house. My sister and myself still live with our parents.

It was a weekend, and I was lazing around. I was lying on the large sofa and watching the TV and I heard footsteps coming from the staircase that comes down into the living room from our bed rooms. Leena didi was running down the stairs as she was shouting at me, I have a shooting today, would you drive me there if you are free?

I turned to look at her. She was in a tight low waist jeans that hugged her form and a white top that ended far above the waistline of her pants. She was lithe and tall. Her five feet seven inches form did not have an ounce of extra fat anywhere. She did yoga regularly and aerobics to keep fit – which was a demand of her profession. Her hair was straight and fell below her shoulder. She had large brown eyes, high cheek bones and full lips, which made her beautiful. Her skin was flawless and smooth.

I had never been to a shooting, and agreed to it immediately.

‘At your service ma’m.’ I replied and asked her when do you want to go.

Right now. And you better get ready and you have only two minutes to do that.

I rushed to my room. I wore a cargo pant and an old navy T-shirt and a nike sneaker. “Sis, I am ready… Come on” I shouted as I made my way to the garage.

I reversed the car and by the time I brought it to the portico my sister was already there standing with a small shoulder bag. “That’s got my make up kits and a spare pair of clothes” she said as she jumped into her seat.

Where to? I asked.

In a farmhouse, in the outskirts of the city – she said and passed on a slip of paper with the address of the location.

We kept chatting sweet nothings as we headed to her location.

What is the shooting? I asked.

It is a music video. I m the lead.

Do not tell me you sing as well. I said.

No, I will be acting it out with someone doing a playback.
Thank God!! The listeners are spared!! I joked and got a playful punch on my shoulder!!

It took us about an hour to reach the location. The whole team was ready. I was made to seat with other which included the director and the crew. No one bothered to talk to me, and I too did not bother to introduce myself. The director called Leena didi (didi is the Indian word for elder sisters) and was explaining her the song and sequences. I was quizzically looking at the set up, the cameras and the lights.

The set was quite well done. It had an artificial fountain, a man-made rock and a man-made waterfall. There were trees and a sprawling lawn. It was quite a beautiful set.

A while later, Leena didi came out of the green room, which was somewhere in the farmhouse. She wore a white saree, wrapped very tightly around her, well below her navel. It showed her wash-board flat tummy. She had a backless choli (blouse) which was very low cut, showing her cleavage through the thin material of her saree. She had on lots of silver bangles and necklace. She was in a single word looking gorgeous. I looked at her appreciating her beauty and she smiled at me, and proceeded to the center where the lights were focused. The cameraman was ready and so were the spot boys and other technicians.

The music started playing in the background and Leena didi started dancing to the music. The choreographer was showing her the steps, and telling her with gestures how to dance to that tune.

The shot is ready. The choreographer announced and the clapper boy came and signaled the beginning of the shotting. The director shifted himself near the cameraman. I saw some hose pipes and a water pump, and guessed they will be making artificial rain possibly.

The music started and Leena did started swaying to the music, making lip-movement as if she was singing. She was provocatively swinging her hips and then halfway, as the song progressed, the shower on top started off to create rain. It was quite a hot song, and Leens didi’s movements were quite suggestive and erotic. As it started raining, her saree was getting wet, and the think material was becoming transparent. It almost became see-through. One camera was placed a rail which was moving, another was on a crane, high up and one was right in front. The three cameras were recording. Leena didi was moving and swaying, and then with her back to the camera was swaying her hips – sidewise and back and forth. I could see her white panties under the now transparent saree. Her back was fully bare. A string only held her blouse together. Then she swirled around and faced the camera. Her breasts were now in full view, under the transparent saree clinging to it. The blouse was very very low cut and left most of her breasts bare.

The director suddenly shouted “Cut” and said, “great shot Leena, now get ready for the next one. This time the bar-girl costume”.

“Thanks,” my sister replied and went off to change.
When she came out, I was stunned. I refused to believe it was my own elder sister. She had a very very small leather skirt which came just below her hips. A top which is no bigger than a bra. All the jewelry was gone. She had some fluorescent paints on her hair and arms. She had on a high-heeled stiletto.

The choreographer came again and explained her the shot, herself dancing as the music played. Leena didi practiced with her once and then rehearsed the movements herself with the music. The director was also explaining her something.

All were ready for the take 2.

The music started off, this time louder and it was really raunchy with fast beats. Leena did started dancing to the music. Swinging herself to music and tapping her feet, swirling around and throwing her legs and moving her arms. Her gyrations were very provocative. In one part while facing the camera she was moving her pelvis with her eyes half-clsed, back and forth as if she was screwing someone. She had her legs spread a bit and jiggled her tits and swung her hips. She danced with the music till it lasted.

“Fantastic Leena. It is still better. You are wonderful.”

Thanks, Leena did said and came to a chair in front of me and sat down facing me.

“How did you like it?” She asked me.

“Fabulous” I replied and was trying keep my eyes off her. As she sat on the chair – which was quite low, her skirt rode over her thighs. Her legs were spread a bit and I could see her panties inside. It was light pink. “Any more shots left?” I asked.

No, it is over for the day. Let me go and change, and then we shall go back. She came back after a few minutes, said bye to all the people in the unit and walked upto the car and I started off.

The image of my elder sister was flashing in my mind continuously as I was driving. Her titillating dance in the rain, her provocative dance in miniskirts had me disturbed. Much against my wishes, my cock was hard, and howsoever I tried to get myself distracted, I failed. I was driving silently, when Leena did asked, What happened to you? Why are you so dull?”

I gave a nervous smile as I said, “Nothing”.

“To see me dance like that got on your nerves?” She asked.

“Not exactly, I have seen even more provocative dances, I have in fact seen few nude shows, so that is nothing,” I replied defensively.

“say that again – provocative – I mean you found my dance provocative?” she interrupted me.

Yeah, sort of. I replied. “When you get soaked under rain and show your body, or dance in a revealing costume leaving very little to imagination – what do you call it?? “

Leena didi was silent. And then slowly whispered, “Did it turn you on? I mean, did you find my dance sexy….”

“Any man would get excited when you see a pretty lady in such pose and making such suggestive movements,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Tell me straight, did you get excited? I do not want a generic reply from you like that>” Her voice was sort of firm.

“Well, kind of… I did get excited” I said in an apologetic tone.

“Even if it was your own elder sister, you still got excited?” She asked again.

“So what if the person is one’s own sister? Do not act so naïve Didi. Any man will get excited when you see someone so sexy. I am no exception.” I retorted. “And do not tell me that you do not know anything about birds and bees, at your age and being in this profession.”

She laughed. “Well, cool down. I am so much used to ramps and people looking at me that I did not think it would upset you to see me like that.”

“I am not upset, not at all. Rather I am proud of you. I am proud to be your brother. It is fine with me what you do in your profession. I would not mind telling people when they appreciate you in this video that you are my sister.” I reassured her.

“So sweet of you darling.” She replied before becoming quiet for a while.

We reached home. Our parents had not returned. It was late afternoon by then. I did not know what to do to fight the boredom. I was thinking of going out and hanging with my friends, when Leena did shouted from upstairs, “Hey, what about hitting a disco tonight”.

“I do not mind, or rather that would be great.” I replied.

“Yep. We shall go at about eight” She said as she came down and sat by my side on the sofa.

“Dublin would be good,” she suggested.

“Yeah, that is a cool place, I love it. I have been there few times.” I replied.

“I used to go there with my boy friend, before we broke up.” She said.

“I did not know you broke up with your boyfriend.” I said sincerely.

“yeah, about a couple of months back,” she replied, “ he was so so possessive, it was very stifling to be with him. You know, in this profession, at times, you got to be a bit liberated, you know what it means, and he would not let me go out with any one. And to top it all, when I told him that once a director wanted to sleep with me for making me the lead lady, he called me names and left for good”

I was stunned to hear such things from my own elder sister. I asked her, “You mean you have to sleep with the director for roles?”

“Most times, yes. Director, or financer or the producer – they are all one. And with so much of competition in this line, you have no other go. And what is wrong in it? I would not mind if my boyfriend sleeps with someone. So why should he mind if I sleep with someone? Moreover, I sleep with someone not for fun – but for necessity.”

“But do you have to do all this? We are quite affluent, and no one needs your money. Why do you have to sleep with people?” I said with a bit of protest for her questionable morality.

I want to make it big in this world. And believe me, almost everyone uses sex as a tool to climb up the ladder. And, do in Rome as the Romans do. I do the same. And mostly, it is just a quickie with those guys.

This story is in three parts.. Click on the page to go to that page directly


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