Anita's Predicament

I?m crazy. Something is definitely wrong with me. Maybe I should consult a psychiatrist. Those thoughts passed through Anita?s mind yet another time.But the fact was that Anita wasn?t.She was normal, just like any other girl. She was exceptionally intelligent also; her I.Q. was somewhere in the 140-150 range. But in one way, she wasn?t quite normal either. She had very few friends at college. She was lacking in what modern psychology describes as ?Emotional Quotient?. That was the only problem that troubled her. Or, should one rather say, was the root cause of all the other problems which were troubling her.She always demanded more personal space. She often used to pay attention to even the tiniest detail of everything, a habit which often won her ridicule from her classmates. She hated people ? not everyone, but most people. She found them ?disgusting? most of the time. Many often, she failed to express empathy towards her friends ? which was considered by most people who knew her as the worst aspect of her character. After all, she was a girl and female human beings are generally more emotional than males and were expected by others to be so.But the problem that was taunting Anita right now was something different than her popularity. Yes, her problem was something related to it; since she did not have any close friends, she didn?t have any boyfriend either. And being the 21-year-old beautiful girl she was, that single fact was enough to make istanbul travesti her wonder if she needed to seek professional advice. Maybe she needed; maybe hers was a mild condition of Asperger?s Syndrome; maybe not. But she was a good girl. She was a brave girl, one who dares to take risks to help her friends out in difficult situations.That evening, Anita was on her way walking to her home after a usual day at college. (Author?s note: In Indian culture, young people stay with their parents until marriage.) ?Tania!? he heard someone shouting her pet-name from across the road, and immediately recognized the voice as her brother?s. Only her brother, Rohan, and her parents used to call her by that name, which was actually coined by her late grandmother by reversing the syllables in her given name. As she turned around and greeted him with a smile and a wave, he crossed the road and joined her in the walk. ?Did you finish that watercolour you were working on?? Rohan asked. Yes, Anita was an artist, too. ?No ? actually, it isn?t even halfway yet?. Anita smiled sheepishly as she replied. ?Oh, I almost forgot what a lazy bum you are?, Rohan commented. Together they walked home, chitchatting about anything and everything that related to the lovely little world of theirs.As they entered their house, Anita accompanied Rohan to his room, both of them not wanting to lose the fun thread of their conversation. They sat down istanbul travestileri together on his bed. As they were talking, Rohan got up from the bed and walked over to his study table. As she watched him taking his ID card out from his pocket, putting it inside the table?s drawer, and then moving around in the room in a somewhat uneasy manner, she got the message. He needs to change his clothes. ?Oh, do I need to close my eyes or something?? she asked him in a teasing style. ?Well, if you don?t mind watching?? he paused, with a smile on his face that could be described as both playful and shy at the same time.Let?s take a look at a snapshot of Anita?s mind at that time. It looked like this: ?Oh-my-God-will-he-let-me-watch-him-undress-What-if-he?s-not-wearing-any-underwear-Wait-what-a-pervet-I?m-to-think-like-this-But-he?s-so-hot-Only-if-he-wasn?t-my-brother-Shall-I-leave-now-But-what-if-he-too-thinks-like-me-Whatever-I?ll-stay-and-take-my-chance?.But what was seen outside of her thoughts was just a mischievous look and a smirk. Okay, Rohan thought. It would be awkward ? maybe even rude ? if I ask her to turn around or go outside. After all, she?s my sister, and there?s no apparent harm in her seeing me in my underwear. Even though I had masturbated thinking about her a couple of times ? hey, that was when I was 14 and was uncontrollably horny ? now I *almost* never think of her in that way. With that final travesti istanbul thought, he removed his T-shirt and put it on the hanger. While removing his jeans, he glanced at Anita. She jokingly covered he eyes with her palm, and then spread the middle and ring fingers apart and continued looking t him, with a playful smile still on her face. Rohan put his sweat suit on, and went and sat back next to his sister. Anita was a kind of a little disappointed that it all ended so fast with things not taking a turn in the direction she hoped. But, as we know, Anita is an intelligent girl. What would she do now??What size is your jeans?? Anita asked Rohan, as she got up from the bed and walked towards the hanger, picking up the denims he just took off from his body and feeling his warmth on it. ?32?, he replied. ?What?? I?m almost as tall as you and even mine is 32 ? and considering girls have a larger hip-size, shouldn?t yours be less than mine?? she asked, examining the material and stitching style of his jeans. ?Waist sizes differ a lot by each brand, dumbo?, Rohan replied, not wasting a chance he got to pull his sister?s leg. It wasn?t like Anita didn?t know that already, but she needed to ask one or two questions to get started with her plan. ?Can I try these?? she asked Rohan. ?Go ahead?, he said. Anita quickly removed her skirt, while glancing at Rohan who couldn?t help but take a glance at her beautiful legs, and tried to put the jeans on. ?It doesn?t fit?, she said. ?That?s what I said?, replied Rohan. She removed the jeans, but didn?t care to put her skirt back on, and went and sat down next to Rohan on the bed.Sitting on a bed next to a beautiful girl who was almost naked waist down, was not something happened everyday with Rohan.