My name is ANU SHREE My Young sister is MANJU SHREE, we are now 20 and 18 we enjoy each others company. We now live in Northants, United Kingdom. We live with our parents and our elder brother Ramesh is a software pro and like all software proS, he was settled in the US of A with his wife Kavitha.

Coming back to our story : We were quite normal sisters, but we were very open with each other; we would talk about boys, puberty, fantasies or anything. I remember one weekend when it all started, I was lying on the sofa watching a cartoon that I wasn’t paying attention to. I was watching the rain, hoping for it to clear up, when Manju came down the stairs, jumping the last three and landing so her miniskirt flew up around her belly-button, exposing her pink knickers and beautiful rear-end to my wild eyes for a few teasing seconds. Oh, how I wanted to spank that behind. Manju took up her usual spot on the floor and began playing with her new mobile phone.

She was facing away from me and I craned my head to look up her skirt to get a better view of that behind. I picked up some litter and walked the long way around to the kitchen. As I passed Manju, my eyes went down to her chest. She was not wearing a bra and her low cut top revealing her perfect breasts to the world. I was getting horny just thinking about them.

As I entered the kitchen, I asked myself what was wrong with me; I had a secret liking for my sisters’ assets, but until now, nothing more. I didn’t feel like I wanted to rip her clothes from her luscious body until now. I dropped the litter in the bin and retained my place watching the cartoon. Manju stretched and got up; placing her phone on the coffee table I had my feet on.

She then went back upstairs. Manju was very conscious of how she looked, and even though she looked great, she always wanted to maintain her sexiness. She joked once that she took pictures of herself so she could see if she thought she was still sexy. My heart skipped a beat and I picked up her phone, it happened to have a digital camera incorporated to it.

I entered the camera function of the phone and looked at her saved photographs. My heart began racing at the first picture; Manju’s thronged butt in a close-up. I went down one; Manju fondling her breasts seductively. There were plenty more, and my panties were wet by the time I’d finished looking at most of them. Then at the bottom of the list, something caught my eye.

Pictures with the names, “Anu” and a number. There were about six of these, and I looked at each to see what they contained.