By: Londebaaz Chohan

I resisted when my parents thought that I and my younger sister Darcy should be living together in a rented facility rather than in a dormitory. I was a sophomore and Darcy was going to be a freshman in the same school. I had enjoyed living in the dorm room and wanted to be in the dorm facility for as long as the college authorities would allow me to be living there and did not see anything wrong if Darcy also lived in the Dorm room. We could have tried to get her a room in the same dormitory facility where I was; for her safety and protection. I was sure that the college would consider our request to pair her with some girl in a room not far away from mine but my mom was the driving force and finally it was decided that we should be out looking already for a rooming facility where we shall take 2 rooms to live away from the dorm atmosphere and all the adversities of it.

Long story, short; it was a pain in the ass but we succeeded to find a house where an elderly lady had 2 rooms to let on the walk-in level and she lived upstairs. I think everybody was happy except I and it was done and finalized. The rooms were recently refurnished, clean and large to have a bed, study desk and even a 2 seater sofa and couple of chairs to the wall against the bed along with large built in cupboards and cabinets for the clothes and the sundries. Each room had an attached bathroom for convenience. As a tradition, college was having its monthly student’s evening with music, dance, games, food and fun festivities which to me was a no good idea to have every month. Most attendees were either getting drunk or walking away with their partners to the safe havens to have sex. Unluckily, my girlfriend Jeanine was out sick and did not come to attend the party and I had to leave the party early too.

As I came home, I could hear the sobbing coming from the small sitting lounge with the TV and make shift dining area. I almost knew the parade and groaned being disgusted and thinking, not again. Being a good guy, I stuck my head in from the corner to see my younger sister Cathy curled up on the chair. I did not have to ask, why; because it was 3rd or 4th time in the last 2 months, I saw her like this with a beer can in her hand and crying her eyes out. As she saw me walking in and getting close to her; of course, she repeated the story of her latest lover boy walking out and she was discouraged, disappointed and devastated too.

With a deep sigh, I sat by her side on the sofa chair and pulled her in my arms and began consoling her while she cried it out, telling me the all familiar story; I was not interested in. No, not that I am a cold man but it was such that the last couple of times this happened and I got a bit more emotional while calming her and held her closer; I became very aware of her luscious young body, her solid but soft tits pressing into my chest, which made me to react like a hot blooded male and the result obviously showing on the certain parts of my body. Every time I finally calmed her down to walk off to her room but found myself rushing to my room for masturbating wildly!!