Romance My Experience with Love

[avsji]

When mother returned with glasses of sherbet, she was indeed surprised to see us both naked. But, to my own surprise, she seemed only surprised, and not shocked. She acted as if it was fine with her. She even complimented both of us saying that we looked so cute that way.

She told Rachna that she was a very beautiful girl, and she would become a wife of a very lucky man some day and would also make a great mother. I asked Ma why she said that. To this she replied by saying that Rachna was a well behaved and loving girl… also, when she would grow older, her beautiful breasts would produce a lot of milk! That was an interesting revelation. I was familiar with Mother’s breasts, and they were bigger than Rachna’s. So, were my Mother’s breasts big? Will Rachna’s breasts grow as big as my Mother’s?

I asked.

Rachna was slightly embarrassed by this open discussion about her breasts, but I think she was the one who was to be blamed. Ma said that it was likely that Rachna will have bigger breasts than her own, for she was of smaller size in when she was Rachna’s age… bigger than my mother’s? That would be an amazing sight! Ma told me that she was younger than Rachna when she had me. Both Rachna and I were surprised to hear that. I never thought of Ma in terms of age. She was just my mother. But her revelation put things in perspective. Could this mean that Rachna too could have babies?

Ma looked at Rachna at my question. Rachna’s cheeks reddened and she lowered her eyes. I was the stupid one among the three; I could not understand what was unsaid between the two. Ma smiled, and told me that yes, she could. That was an amazing news! Wow! Rachna could have babies! That was something. My appreciation and even respect for Rachna increased many folds that day. It was amazing… isn’t it? Many things that we consider a taboo these days, I could discuss with my parents. I think, for them no topic was and is a taboo. Yes, they wanted their family to be protected and all, and that was it. They never stopped me from doing what I liked, if it did not hurt anyone, including myself.

"Rachna, when you have milk, I will also suck it from you." I exclaimed.

"For that she will need to be a mother first, my dear." Ma spoke before Rachna could say anything, enlightening both of us in the process.

"Is that so?" it was another revelation for me.

"Auntie, he doesn’t know how children are born." Rachna teased me, finally getting some ground to score over me.

"Ma, she says that my chhunni goes inside her slit, and that is how children are born." I blurted trying to hide my own embarrassment. I was sure that her information was baseless.

"Did she say that?" Ma narrowed her eyes… she was amazed at the extent of Rachna’s knowledge.

"Yes auntie, I have seen Mummy and Daddy doing it many times."

"Rachna beta, you know a lot."

"Is she right?" I did not want to concede defeat.

"She is right dear!"

"You mean Dad puts his chhunni in your slit, Ma?"

"Honey, that act is called ‘love making’ and yes, your father and I made love and… that is how we had you."

"Wow! Do you still make love?"

"We do, yes."

"Then why don’t you have any more children?"

"That is because your father and I take precautions and use protection to prevent any further pregnancies. We did not want any more children other than you. And Rachna honey, you should not sneak in to see your parents making love. That is a very private moment between a husband and a wife. Okay?"

Ma reprimanded Rachna in such a sweet and loving manner that she understood and did not feel bad.

"Yes auntie."

"Can I also make love to you, Ma?"

"No honey! You can not. Only my husband can make love to me. Understood?"

"Oh, you mean Dad?"

"Yes, I mean Dad."

"Then, can I make love to Rachna?"

"Maybe you can… or maybe not. You may, if she allows you, and when you both are a bit older. Then both of you can marry and make love as much as you like." mother smiled.

"Will you allow me?" I asked Rachna.

"I don’t know." She bluntly replied, "If you behave, then may be!"

It appeared to me that I was just too far behind in this hidden department to win any argument that day.

"I drink Ma's milk." I declared, feeling an urge to get even with Rachna. For long she had had an upper hand in this argument.

"What!" Rachna was incredulous.

"Yes!" I was triumphant.

"Amar! You should not speak of such things publicly." It was my mother.

"Auntie, is he telling the truth?"

"Yes. He suckles… occasionally. He is a spoilt boy."

"No. I do it every day!" I was triumphant: finally, I had something very privileged. I somehow knew that Rachna did not have the same privilege with her mother.