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Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 11:16:28 +0000 (GMT)
PART 05
When I reached home taking the baggage brought by father I was trembling with fear. I knew I had done a dreaded thing and if my brother's wife ever disclose it to my elder brother he would kill me. He was a brutal and hot tempered man. Further if he knew that I had hidden under his cot and see his fucking sessions with his wife what would one would not do.
I sat with my father for dinner, instead of Geetha didi my mother served the dishes. My father asked what was wrong with Geetha, my mother replied she had a headache and was taking rest. I was relieved by her absence, as I had no courage to face her after she caught me guilty peeping her being fucked in the ass by my brother.
#
The next day when I was awake only Geetha didi was in the kitchen, I went to the kitchen to take tea and she understood my presence, but she pretended to be busy making a good fire using the damp firewood. I made my presence felt by placing the glass tumbler forcefully on the table after taking tea.
She muttered without facing me, "don't break the glass baba".
Thank god she spoke to me!, I thought she would ignore me for ever. From that instant I fell in love with her, I knew I was doing a mistake, a taboo, I was looking at my own brother's wife with evil intentions, I had seen her private parts, I had witnesses her fucked in the asshole by my brother. I felt pity towards her. I knew my brother did not break her cherry so far. My brother was a gay, I came to knew more about his behavior. He had made frequent visits to a lodge where boys were available for fucking and I heard stories about marriages taking place there between men and young boys, there were musical nights conducted and in the end boys were abused sexually and for a payment. My brother was a patron of such lodges and when my father was away his concubine boys approached his store and borrowed money from him. Poor Geetha didi, she was ignorant about such things, none would believe such stories, such things happen in our land!?
#
I fell in love with Geetha, I felt I would die if I did not see her a day.
But She behaved to me as if nothing had happened. This encouraged me, I looked at her pleadingly and I behaved more politely but she did not acknowledge any of such things. I accompanied her to the temples and I stood behind her when she was busy praying god with folded hands. My eyes were roaming on her fat buttocks, (she did not wear panties when she went to the temples), a simple dhoti, blouse and a davani( a 1.5 meter cloth used to cover fronts over the blouses so that cleavages and the shapely breasts are well hidden) my phallus was always rock hard while praying standing behind her. There were the usual worshippers and admirers including the old priest who used to throw a mixture of sandalwood paste with Kumkum (saffron color mixture) into my didi's hands with his tobacco chewed lips watering at the heaviness of Geetha didi's breasts. My brother's wife had the biggest breasts in our countryside. Other ladies envied her when they say she soaping her assets when bathing together.
#
One day there was a heavy crowd and I was walking behind Geetha didi, then there was a pull and my front hit her fat buttocks, she looked at me with an angry sign, but when she saw it was only me she became calm. My phallus became rock hard and I went outside the main temple. There was some more small deities to which the priest and worshippers would go next, I went to the dark and masturbated, my shoot went sky high. I felt guilty doing such a thing in the god's premise.
While we were returning home I walked beside her and my hands touches her hand, but she withdrew her hand and told me, " walk distant baba, don't lean on me baba". I was blushed.
But she did offer some privileges to me, did she allow it willfully or it just happened I was not able to distinguish, when she cleaned the premises using a brush made of shrubs, she did not wear her towel covering her blouse, I could see her cleavages and slightly bulging abdomen and the deep belly button. I peeped at her through the small window from my room, often I masturbated standing watching her heavy bosom and its deep cleavages and her sexy belly button. But when my mother or brother was present she would be very modest and all covered. Another occasion when I would see her milky white thighs was when she would wash the dishes with water drawn directly from the well and she would sit near the well with her lungi showing her ankles and partly bare thighs. Each such occasion made my penis stand up and I masturbated standing in the house.
#
One day she asked me, "Why are you going to temple everyday? How came you become so pious overnight?".
"I was just accompanying you, Geetha didi"
"Is it, I don't need any such guards".
"Yes, I know, but it's a prestige for me".
"What?"
"Geetha didi, people are saying you are the greatest chick around here", I told her openly.
"chick?! You call your brother's wife a chick?!", she barked.
"Not me, people, they say you are the most beautiful women ever come to this countryside, so I get some prestige when I walk with you, I am brother of such a great chick, no?"
"Are you not ashamed to refer as a brother, are you behaving like a brother to me, you are nothing but a nasty peeping tom", she said.
"I can't help it, you have such beautiful assets".
"Go away, don't take such rubbish, don't cross your limits, remember I am your big brother's wife", she said.
"I olden days there was only a single wife for 5 brothers", I said.
"Aha, now the cat is out of bag, so you are having such thoughts, shall I tell your mother, you scoundrel, how dare you speak such rubbish to your brother's wife, A brother's wife is a second mother to a younger boy, don't you know that", she was sobbing and furious.
"I am sorry, but I cant help it , I love you, I love you and I will love you even if you hate me", I walked away.
#
The reaction was oblivion from the next day. She did not reveal any of her private parts, she changed to a nightie , a useless robe which covers fully and it's a robe which was designed to be most erotic, that is a night dress a long gown with easily removable features.
PART 05
When I reached home taking the baggage brought by father I was trembling with fear. I knew I had done a dreaded thing and if my brother's wife ever disclose it to my elder brother he would kill me. He was a brutal and hot tempered man. Further if he knew that I had hidden under his cot and see his fucking sessions with his wife what would one would not do.
I sat with my father for dinner, instead of Geetha didi my mother served the dishes. My father asked what was wrong with Geetha, my mother replied she had a headache and was taking rest. I was relieved by her absence, as I had no courage to face her after she caught me guilty peeping her being fucked in the ass by my brother.
#
The next day when I was awake only Geetha didi was in the kitchen, I went to the kitchen to take tea and she understood my presence, but she pretended to be busy making a good fire using the damp firewood. I made my presence felt by placing the glass tumbler forcefully on the table after taking tea.
She muttered without facing me, "don't break the glass baba".
Thank god she spoke to me!, I thought she would ignore me for ever. From that instant I fell in love with her, I knew I was doing a mistake, a taboo, I was looking at my own brother's wife with evil intentions, I had seen her private parts, I had witnesses her fucked in the asshole by my brother. I felt pity towards her. I knew my brother did not break her cherry so far. My brother was a gay, I came to knew more about his behavior. He had made frequent visits to a lodge where boys were available for fucking and I heard stories about marriages taking place there between men and young boys, there were musical nights conducted and in the end boys were abused sexually and for a payment. My brother was a patron of such lodges and when my father was away his concubine boys approached his store and borrowed money from him. Poor Geetha didi, she was ignorant about such things, none would believe such stories, such things happen in our land!?
#
I fell in love with Geetha, I felt I would die if I did not see her a day.
But She behaved to me as if nothing had happened. This encouraged me, I looked at her pleadingly and I behaved more politely but she did not acknowledge any of such things. I accompanied her to the temples and I stood behind her when she was busy praying god with folded hands. My eyes were roaming on her fat buttocks, (she did not wear panties when she went to the temples), a simple dhoti, blouse and a davani( a 1.5 meter cloth used to cover fronts over the blouses so that cleavages and the shapely breasts are well hidden) my phallus was always rock hard while praying standing behind her. There were the usual worshippers and admirers including the old priest who used to throw a mixture of sandalwood paste with Kumkum (saffron color mixture) into my didi's hands with his tobacco chewed lips watering at the heaviness of Geetha didi's breasts. My brother's wife had the biggest breasts in our countryside. Other ladies envied her when they say she soaping her assets when bathing together.
#
One day there was a heavy crowd and I was walking behind Geetha didi, then there was a pull and my front hit her fat buttocks, she looked at me with an angry sign, but when she saw it was only me she became calm. My phallus became rock hard and I went outside the main temple. There was some more small deities to which the priest and worshippers would go next, I went to the dark and masturbated, my shoot went sky high. I felt guilty doing such a thing in the god's premise.
While we were returning home I walked beside her and my hands touches her hand, but she withdrew her hand and told me, " walk distant baba, don't lean on me baba". I was blushed.
But she did offer some privileges to me, did she allow it willfully or it just happened I was not able to distinguish, when she cleaned the premises using a brush made of shrubs, she did not wear her towel covering her blouse, I could see her cleavages and slightly bulging abdomen and the deep belly button. I peeped at her through the small window from my room, often I masturbated standing watching her heavy bosom and its deep cleavages and her sexy belly button. But when my mother or brother was present she would be very modest and all covered. Another occasion when I would see her milky white thighs was when she would wash the dishes with water drawn directly from the well and she would sit near the well with her lungi showing her ankles and partly bare thighs. Each such occasion made my penis stand up and I masturbated standing in the house.
#
One day she asked me, "Why are you going to temple everyday? How came you become so pious overnight?".
"I was just accompanying you, Geetha didi"
"Is it, I don't need any such guards".
"Yes, I know, but it's a prestige for me".
"What?"
"Geetha didi, people are saying you are the greatest chick around here", I told her openly.
"chick?! You call your brother's wife a chick?!", she barked.
"Not me, people, they say you are the most beautiful women ever come to this countryside, so I get some prestige when I walk with you, I am brother of such a great chick, no?"
"Are you not ashamed to refer as a brother, are you behaving like a brother to me, you are nothing but a nasty peeping tom", she said.
"I can't help it, you have such beautiful assets".
"Go away, don't take such rubbish, don't cross your limits, remember I am your big brother's wife", she said.
"I olden days there was only a single wife for 5 brothers", I said.
"Aha, now the cat is out of bag, so you are having such thoughts, shall I tell your mother, you scoundrel, how dare you speak such rubbish to your brother's wife, A brother's wife is a second mother to a younger boy, don't you know that", she was sobbing and furious.
"I am sorry, but I cant help it , I love you, I love you and I will love you even if you hate me", I walked away.
#
The reaction was oblivion from the next day. She did not reveal any of her private parts, she changed to a nightie , a useless robe which covers fully and it's a robe which was designed to be most erotic, that is a night dress a long gown with easily removable features.
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