These are a series of real incidents which I want to share with everybody. It was cooking on slow flame for almost 10 years and finally the yummy hot dish was served last month during the trip to Ladakh. It will be a bit long as I want to provide all the details, hence I will upload it in series. So please bear with me. It is an incest story of lust, stalking, perseverance and success. What started as teenage sensations of looking at my sister’s boobs, finally culminated into the most awesome, kinky dirty sex escapades between me and my elder sister. I am Vignesh, 24 years old and my elder sister is Swati, 27 years old. Let me describe us first. My family consists of baba (father), maa, my sister and me. My sister is completely fair, just like my maa. She has quite great assets (which I came to know recently). She is 36D-38 (nice big ass to spank) and 5’7″ in height. I am not that fair, average looking guy. 5’11” in height and 6.5 inches cock. I will not exaggerate by saying I have 8-9-10 inches cock. It is not that long but quite thick. My girlfriend gets really satisfied with the thickness rather than its length. Now let’s start the incident. It started way back around the late 2010s, when I was in college, first year. She was in second year. We used to live in a small quarter of 2 bedrooms and one drawing room. I started noticing the changes in her body. She developed small boobs first which in a few months became quite noticeable. She used to study while sitting on the floor and that was my chance of peeking into her little cleavage. Slowly her cleavage started to grow so as my interest in her (and my cock in my pant). We used to play hide and seek in childhood which we stopped in between, but now my interest in those games increased as that seemed to be the only way of touching her. I was noticing her bra, camisoles, transparency of her dresses and was always in lookout for a chance to see her milky white cleavage. I saw few porn clips by then and my curiosity to see her naked only increased day by day. My imagination were about her boob size, areola colour, nipple erection etc. I was just bidding my time and waiting for an opportunity. But I was scared like hell too. She was and still is very straight forward. What if she tells maa and baba. Then I would have got nice beatings. But my desire needed some glimpses of her skin too. Luckily for me she started wearing small skirts at night with shirts. At least the skin show of her legs/thighs were my entertainment and reason for my erection at night. I used to stare at her thighs and lips and imagine about touching the thighs and kissing her soft juicy lips. The front buttons on her shirts were the invitation that my mind was waiting for. She is a deep sleeper, and I knew for the fact that she won’t get up for small disturbances. But I wanted to be very sure about that. After thinking about it for a few days, I decided to do something. Initially, I kept the alarm at 3 AM just to see her legs and thighs. I used to wake up at night and stare at her legs. They were so smooth and white. Just looking at those used to give me hardons. Then her boobs used to move with her breath and it was a sight to behold. Untouched round boobs moving up and down like a small wave and making me sleepless. I used to feel mesmerized by that view. What if she sleeps nude, what if her boobs got bigger, how her bf (if anyone at that time) would be opening her dress and playing with her milky white assets, all these thoughts used to float my mind. Few weeks went by, and I was just looking. But the devil wanted more, and I was looking for some window of opportunity. Finally, on a summer night, I decided to move a bit further. She was sleeping side-wise facing me and I could see a little of her cleavage. My hands were trembling when I decided to touch her melons for the first time. With sheer determination, I put two fingers on her left boob. No reaction. I was numb. Excitement of touching her sponge-like breasts and the anticipation of getting caught was making my mind blank. Her boobs were moving a bit due to her breathing and I could only imagine what would have been the view without her clothes. I just removed my hand, looked at her inviting lips, stroked my erect cock and went to sleep. Next morning she was up early. I slowly came out of our room, but she acted very normal. I was sure she didn’t feel anything. That gave me courage. I was waiting for the night. But during the day something unexpected happened. She was eating my favorite orange cream biscuits and I wanted some. And we started to fight (for fun). It was unintentional at first, but once I started touching her stomach and hand, I wanted to explore more. So I started with more energy, she didn’t back down as well. We fought for around 10 minutes and I could see her cleavage, touched her thighs, lips, neck and I was instantly hard. Even my cock touched her back I guess. She got conscious after that but didn’t scold me. She was wearing a skirt and a short t-shirt. We continued the fight for a few more minutes and I touched her bare side stomach this time (when her t-shirt was moved upwards due to constant movement). An electric shock passed through me. Her belly was so soft and sexy. I just wanted to pin her down on the sofa and lick and bite her exposed skin. As she was not protesting my touch, I decided to explore further and raised my hand a little more. I was simply enjoying the touch and she was just protesting (not strong enough though). I was very happy, that I could touch her milky smooth body at many places. My day went like a speed bike and the night came. Around 2:30 AM I woke up and started staring at her again. This time, after thinking through, I started to lift her shirt a bit to peek through the gap between the buttons. There I saw glimpses of her small mountains. She was wearing a normal red bra which was covering 70% of her boobs and I could see the rest. They were like milk balls moving slightly with her each breath. my view was only restricted till the visible cleavage. I knew she started to have sex with her BF. That only increased my desire for her. I was still taking every advantage of looking at her cleavage. Years went by. I got a GF, a good job, a nice salary, and was staying alone in Bangalore. She used to live in Hyderabad (with her BF). We used to come home and enjoy the festivals. She used to dress nicely, and I used to imagine her riding her bf and he torturing her boobs. I have heard her naughty conversations with her BF a few times, and I must say, she is a naughty wild GF. The way she talks on the phone about their fucking sessions, anyone would masturbate listening to that. As the years went by, I became a frequent traveler. I am traveling to many places like forests, mountains, and historic sites. Last time that she came home, she was a little sad, and I came to know about her breakup. She was really sad. But she was handling herself quite nicely. She was asking me if I could take her to some nice place for a long vacation. I was busy with office work, and taking a long vacation meant I would have to miss my regular sex with my slutty GF (I will write another story to describe our sex later). After months of pestering, I agreed to take her to Ladakh as I was preparing for my snow leopard expedition. I decided to go during winter as that would give ample chances of seeing a snow leopard. The Hunder region of Ladakh would be less crowded. I didn’t have any intention to seduce her during the trip, and I was thinking of a normal trip. But fate had other plans. I had to buy her specific winter clothes to survive the -30-degree temperature at places like Khardung La, Chang La, and Umling La. Took her to Decathlon to buy her some shoes and warmers. That was the ice-breaking point. When she was looking for warmers and went to try some, I noticed her figure. She came out of the trial room wearing the warmers and I could see her real body measurement. felt her spongy melons. While doing so, I felt she took a deep breath which made her melons move/expand a bit. She didn’t say anything, but that was the indication that she is not fully asleep and felt my perverseness. I started thinking what might happen if she gives me more chances during the trip, whether I should try to touch her more, etc. By that time, the captain announced about the flight landing in the next 30 minutes, and the light was brightened. I immediately withdrew my hand from the treasure land of my sexy sister’s heavenly boobs and felt disappointed. She woke up as if nothing has happened. I just told her, “Adjust your top/jacket.” She instantly said, “You took advantage during the entire flight and now asking me to cover it.” She had a wicked smile on her face, and all I could do is to look at her red lips and remain speechless. I was imagining whether that was an invitation to do more with her and was brought back to my senses with the landing gear of the aircraft being opened. We reached Delhi, and went to collect the baggage. I was walking behind her to have a sight of her swaying big ass. I was not disappointed at all. Her meaty ass and long thighs were a treat to my eyes, and so as to many others. I was looking at other men drooling over her ass and I could feel a strange sensation. I was happy about others looking at her with lusty feelings. What could they do to her? They may force her to undress and suck their cocks while few of them will slap her big ass. What a dirty, kinky story to watch all of them unload their cum on her face? All these wild thoughts flooded my dirty mind. We collected the baggage, rechecked in, and went to the Air India lounge. Being a business-class lounge, it was very thinly crowded. We found two recliners and occupied them instantly. I wanted to explore more of her body through my eye, but our eyes closed due to the tiredness. Woke up around 4 AM, got ready for the next flight, and wore the winter clothes. Due to the heavy clothing, I could not see anything of her till we landed and reached our hotel in Leh. I booked the Grand Dragon hotel in Leh. Being a prime property, it has all the amenities to survive the harsh weather and feel comfortable. We checked into our respective rooms and decided to take some rest. Being the first day in Leh, we could not explore outside as that would have taken a toll on our body due to high altitude sickness. The next day was uneventful, and on the third day, we reached Nubra valley through Khardung La. She was so happy seeing all the snow-covered roads and mountains, and we stopped at many places during our journey so that she could enjoy. By the time, we reached Nubra, it was dark. As I had been to Nubra before, I spoke to the owner of Habib Guest House and arranged the rooms. The twist started from there, and my fate opened the way to the heavenly feeling of seeing my sister naked and touch her bare skin. While having dinner, the Bukhari (indigenous heat equipment which runs on kerosene) in my room stopped working. The caretaker and our driver tried their best to rectify it, but they couldn’t. So, my sister forced me to sleep in her room. I agreed but knew nothing would happen as we both will be under 3-4 blankets. After dinner, we slept off instantly. By early morning, the room was having proper heat due to the constant running of the Bukhari. I woke up and found her in the bathroom. My mind started to play games. She came out only in tight leggings and a t-shirt. She was trembling as the bathroom must have been freezing. She just came inside the blankets and started enjoying the warmth. I told her, “I will go to the other room and freshen up. You should get ready by 9 AM, we will have breakfast and then we will proceed to our next destination.” I went to my room, freshened up, and then realized my phone charger is in her room and my phone’s battery was only around 30% (in the freezing winters, batteries drain quickly). I went to her room, knocked, and entered. She was a little irritated. First, I thought it was due to me, then she clarified it was due to the dry skin and her inability to apply lotions on her back. My sister has a really dry skin, even during summers, she requires body lotions. I was smiling looking at her irritation but was sympathetic also. I took my charger and started leaving. Just stopped and asked whether she needs any help. She just scolded me, saying, “How will you help me? I can’t reach my back. You go and finish your work.” I said, “You should have brought your ex with you, he could have applied it.” She asked me, “How many times did you apply cream on your GF?” I said, “Always, and that led to massages as well.” She just said, “Awwwww, my little brother has grown up” (I was thinking, something else is grown up too). I know this has been long but wanted to describe everything that happened. The next part will be about the actual fucking sessions. We not only fucked during the last days in Ladakh but also extended our stay in Delhi while coming back and fucked like sex-starved psychos in Roseate House hotel in Aerocity, Delhi. I will describe all those incidents in the next part. If you liked the story Will upload the next part very soon. Cheers.