24-02-2019, 12:44 PM
Sudhir sat in his corner of the large hall that served as his house's living-cum-dining room and watched the young girl bounce about. Aruna, his 22-year old niece had recently got married and had just come back from her brief honeymoon visiting her mother, and both mother and daughter had dropped by at their house to say hello.
Sudhir had always had an awkward time around Aruna in recent years. The girl didn't seem to understand that a grown up girl needs to be circumspect with men -- even if those men are relatives.
That is the custom in Indian homes. Till she is a toddler it is fine for uncles and older cousins to carry the kid all around the house and fete and treat them. But once she was in her teens- and especially if she had attainted puberty -- the nature of that interaction changed.
Some of them remained playful and tom-boyish but the physical touch was completely eliminated. Not even a handshake, let alone a hug.
And so it jarred him every time Aruna came visiting. She would insist on a proximity that bordered on intimacy. And yet, the girl behaved as if sex did not exist. Nothing else could explain her behavior as a teenager -- right though her teens -- and right up to the days leading up to her wedding day.
Whenever she spotted Sudhir she would exult "Daddy-uncle!" and throw herself at him. Expressions like 'daddy-uncle' are typically Indian. It happens when families are close and also share a friendly bond. The kids look up to their father's friends. Then they want to call them by a term that reflects more than just the primary relationship.
This is what made her actions even more appalling. If he was standing she would give him a no-holds-barred hug, her body clinging to his. If he was sitting she would jump onto his lap. Sometimes she would sit on him the way little children do; back to Sudhir facing the same side as him, with her legs dangling on either side of his legs. At other times she sat cross-wise, both legs to one side and an arm around him. Sudhir would squirm to keep his cock from coming into contact with the girl, desperately hoping that her movements did not result in a hard-on.
Sometimes it did result in a hard-on. And some contact was inevitable. But Aruna didn't seem to notice. And that was the mystery. How could a 16-, 18-, 20- and now 22-year old just about to get married not know? And if she didn't know, what was the marriage about and how was she going to handle that?
Sudhir had turned to his wife Shanta in desperation several times over all those years. "Why doesn't someone explain to that girl?" he complained.
"I told your sister several times. She doesn't do anything about it," replied Shanta.
"Well, then you tell her," said Sudhir.
"No way!" pushed back Shanta. "Anything that I say beyond a point to your family makes me a bad person in their eyes. I wouldn't want to stir up a controversy," said Shanta, fleeing to the recesses of the house to avoid the topic.
Sudhir never figured it out. He just hoped the girl was not the same way with other men. Surely, someone would take advantage of her naivety and then all would be lost.
He sighed. He decided he had to get up before Aruna came to see him in his corner of the hall. He did not want her sitting on him. Maybe on her honeymoon she discovered sex. Maybe she now realized that sitting on a man's lap led to different things. Maybe, maybe, maybe. But who was to take a chance with the irrepressible Aruna?
Moreover, he had just got a new reclining work chair. It was like a Jefferson-chair. It allowed him to stretch back. Yet, it had a swiveling work-surface which took his keyboard and on which he could write. He had a large computer monitor on a stand nearby. His bookshelves were at hand. And yet, because of the way he had sited his office, he could not be seen by most of the persons in the hall area.
This allowed him to be at home and be with his family while at the same time remain undisturbed at work if chose to keep it that way. It was a far distant corner of an L-shaped hall and suited everyone very well. Shanta too liked the idea that her husband and his scattering of things would be out of her way.
The problem this new chair posed him -as he watched the commotion of Aruna and his sister's arrival the front door- was that he was half way between fully lying back and sitting up straight. It was a vulnerable posture in which he certainly did not want Aruna to sit on him.
Sudhir had always had an awkward time around Aruna in recent years. The girl didn't seem to understand that a grown up girl needs to be circumspect with men -- even if those men are relatives.
That is the custom in Indian homes. Till she is a toddler it is fine for uncles and older cousins to carry the kid all around the house and fete and treat them. But once she was in her teens- and especially if she had attainted puberty -- the nature of that interaction changed.
Some of them remained playful and tom-boyish but the physical touch was completely eliminated. Not even a handshake, let alone a hug.
And so it jarred him every time Aruna came visiting. She would insist on a proximity that bordered on intimacy. And yet, the girl behaved as if sex did not exist. Nothing else could explain her behavior as a teenager -- right though her teens -- and right up to the days leading up to her wedding day.
Whenever she spotted Sudhir she would exult "Daddy-uncle!" and throw herself at him. Expressions like 'daddy-uncle' are typically Indian. It happens when families are close and also share a friendly bond. The kids look up to their father's friends. Then they want to call them by a term that reflects more than just the primary relationship.
This is what made her actions even more appalling. If he was standing she would give him a no-holds-barred hug, her body clinging to his. If he was sitting she would jump onto his lap. Sometimes she would sit on him the way little children do; back to Sudhir facing the same side as him, with her legs dangling on either side of his legs. At other times she sat cross-wise, both legs to one side and an arm around him. Sudhir would squirm to keep his cock from coming into contact with the girl, desperately hoping that her movements did not result in a hard-on.
Sometimes it did result in a hard-on. And some contact was inevitable. But Aruna didn't seem to notice. And that was the mystery. How could a 16-, 18-, 20- and now 22-year old just about to get married not know? And if she didn't know, what was the marriage about and how was she going to handle that?
Sudhir had turned to his wife Shanta in desperation several times over all those years. "Why doesn't someone explain to that girl?" he complained.
"I told your sister several times. She doesn't do anything about it," replied Shanta.
"Well, then you tell her," said Sudhir.
"No way!" pushed back Shanta. "Anything that I say beyond a point to your family makes me a bad person in their eyes. I wouldn't want to stir up a controversy," said Shanta, fleeing to the recesses of the house to avoid the topic.
Sudhir never figured it out. He just hoped the girl was not the same way with other men. Surely, someone would take advantage of her naivety and then all would be lost.
He sighed. He decided he had to get up before Aruna came to see him in his corner of the hall. He did not want her sitting on him. Maybe on her honeymoon she discovered sex. Maybe she now realized that sitting on a man's lap led to different things. Maybe, maybe, maybe. But who was to take a chance with the irrepressible Aruna?
Moreover, he had just got a new reclining work chair. It was like a Jefferson-chair. It allowed him to stretch back. Yet, it had a swiveling work-surface which took his keyboard and on which he could write. He had a large computer monitor on a stand nearby. His bookshelves were at hand. And yet, because of the way he had sited his office, he could not be seen by most of the persons in the hall area.
This allowed him to be at home and be with his family while at the same time remain undisturbed at work if chose to keep it that way. It was a far distant corner of an L-shaped hall and suited everyone very well. Shanta too liked the idea that her husband and his scattering of things would be out of her way.
The problem this new chair posed him -as he watched the commotion of Aruna and his sister's arrival the front door- was that he was half way between fully lying back and sitting up straight. It was a vulnerable posture in which he certainly did not want Aruna to sit on him.
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