17-12-2018, 12:16 PM
Part - 36
"Ohh, I almost forgot..." Jigna exclaimed suddenly " ... I got a gift for you, bhaiya..." her tone excited. "Come ... come..." she said excitedly, as she took hold of my hands and dragged me out of the kitchen. I glanced at Kalpana aunty once again, as Jigna led me into their second bedroom, and she just smiled at me warmly, nodding her head in understanding.
As I followed Jigna into her room, she rummaged through her bag, and came out with a small box. "What's it, Jigna... ?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. "Open it and see, bhaiya ... open it..." she said excitedly, her eyes bright with anticipation as she giggled. Opening the box, I saw that it was small bracelet of sorts to be worn on the wrist.
It was comprised of little cube-like glass beads of various colors, each of which had one letter of my name engraved into it, forming the word J-I-G-N-E-S-H. It was one of those things that girls her age seemed to have a huge fancy for, and I was sure one could get something like that in the near-by Archie's store. "I got it for you from a gift shop during the picnic, bhaiya..." she said excitedly, looking expectantly at my face to see if I liked it " ... I hope you like it, bhaiya..." her voice so hopeful that it touched my heart.
In response, I just opened both my arms wide and embraced her. Holding her pressed to my body, feeling her excited young body against mine, I said "I love it, Jigna ... I love it ... thank you so much..." my voice tender. She squirmed in my grasp, too excited to stay there, and as I let go off her, there was a look of immense joy in her eyes.
"Let me tie it on your hand, bhaiya..." she said excitedly, taking the bracelet from my hand, and beginning to fumble with the hooks of it to tie it around my wrist. As I watched this barely 17-year old teenage girl tie that little friendship band of sorts on my wrist, I couldn't help but wonder what I was doing to her. Finishing tying it, she looked at my face and smiling sweetly, asked me in a girlish voice "Will you wear this, bhaiya ... always..."
Reaching out to clasp her hand, I said "Always..." smiling at her. Throwing a glance at the door of their bedroom, I quickly slid forward towards her on the bed, and planted a tiny kiss on her lips. Before she could react, I pulled myself away, and said to her "Thank you, baby ... I love you..." Startled at my unexpected kiss; she blushed, and fluttered her eyelashes.
"And shall I tell you something else, baby..." I said softly. "What, bhaiya..." she asked, smiling at me excitedly. Dropping my tone, I said "You're looking very sexy today..." giving her leg a gentle squeeze, where she was sitting across me on the edge of the bed. Once again, the color rushed to her already dark face, and she gushed "Oh, really bhaiya..." her eyes excited once again. In response, I just nodded my head.
Throwing a glance at the door once again, she quickly slid forward towards me this time, and said "You know, bhaiya ... I'm wearing the bra that you bought for me today..." her tone a whisper so that her mother who was in the kitchen could not hear her. The naive and excited manner, in which she told me this, sent a thrill of desire coursing through me and I felt my cock twitch inside my pants.
As I struggled to find my words, she leaned forward a bit, and pulling the neck of her Punjabi suit to one side at her left shoulder, said in an excited whisper "See..." showing me the strap of the black bra which she was wearing inside. As she held her dress pulled aside to one side like that, inviting me to look at the strap of her bra, I shook my head, and whispered "Oh, Jigna..." reaching out involuntarily to touch her bare skin at the neck.
"Don't I look better when I wear a bra, bhaiya... ?" she asked me, her voice excited, yes barely above a whisper, as she threw her shoulders back and jutted out her chest, as if urging me to look at how her young firm teenage breasts looked in the bra under her figure hugging Punjabi suit. "Yes, baby ... you look hot..." I whispered back, shaking my head at how she could turn me on, even as I smiled at her.
"I knew you would like it, bhaiya ... I knew it..." she answered happily, bobbing up and down on the bed, not realizing what this was doing to me. There was something about the innocent naivety of this teenage girl that drove me mad, and I had to hold myself back from losing control. She was always so full of energy and excitement that she never gave you one moment of respite.
Before I could gather my thoughts, she asked "You will be staying back here tonight no, bhaiya ... after dinner..." her tone pleading and persistent. "Yes, baby ... I will..." I replied, smiling at her again warmly. "Oooh, I am so happy today ... I'm so happy..." she gushed for the umpteenth time, as she threw her arms around my neck again. Just as my blood was beginning to get warmed up, we heard the sound of Jatin bhai's rickety scooter outside.
Realizing that father was back, Jigna jumped up from the bed, and announced loudly "Pappa is back..." looking at me with a naughty smile, to let me know that we'd have to save our fooling around for later, and at the same time letting her mother know where she was. As I winked at her, she giggled and ran out of the room, to help her father bring in the stuff that he had gone to fetch.
As I too followed Jigna out of the room, I saw that Jatin bhai had returned with a bagful of snacks to go with the drinks. Kalpana aunty chided him for bringing things far more than necessary, but he dismissed her with a laugh, saying "Arre ... today we're celebrating ... to phir kanjoosi kaisi..." to which she responded with just an exasperated shake of her head. For a man his size, he was moving about with an alacrity that belied his girth, and soon had everything ready for us to sit down for a drink in the living room.
Jigna was helping her mother out in the kitchen, bustling about the house full of life. When I'd gone into the kitchen to fetch a couple of spoons, Kalpana aunty, who was still busy cooking, looked at me and smiled. After the conversation we'd had just before Jigna had arrived, I was still a little uncomfortable around her, now that I knew she had the ability to see into things far more than I could imagine.
To relax myself, I said to her "Aunty ... see, what Jigna got for me..." holding up my hand to show her the wristband she'd got for me. Jigna, who also was in the kitchen, beamed when she saw that I was showing off her gift to her mother. Kalpana aunty just gave a little laugh, and remarked "Yes, I know beta ... she was very excited about getting something for you ... so she could not keep it to herself..." smiling as she spoke.
"Waise bhi ... now that you are there, she does not need us any more, na..." she continued in a teasing voice, throwing a good natured glance at her daughter. "Oh, mummy..." Jigna protested " ... why are you saying that... ?" her lips pouting in a sexy frown.
"Why will I not say that..." Kalpana aunty countered her " ... you remembered to get a gift for your Jignesh bhaiya ... but did you think of getting anything for us ... your pappa and mummy... ?" still continuing to tease her. "But..." Jigna began to protest, but clamped her mouth shut, unable to think of anything to say to that. Her face dropped, as her eyes darted to mine, beseeching me to help her out of this situation.
Deciding to indulge her mother, I said "Yeah, that's right Jigna ... you didn't get anything for your mummy and pappa..." shaking my head in disapproval, even though I smiled. "Bhaiyaa..." she wailed " ... you too..." making a face the way only a teenage girl could. Then, as if something had suddenly occurred to her, she exclaimed "But I got those mithhais no, mummy..." probably referring to some sweets she'd have got.
"Yes, that you did..." Kalpana aunty immediately replied " ... but you took almost all of it to college na, today ... to distribute in your class..." still maintaining her teasing tone. That shut Jigna up for good, and all she could manage was a sheepish grin. Not wanting to let go, her mother continued "You know, beta ... on other days, I keep asking her to help me with some work in the kitchen ... but she never comes ... but today, just because you are here ... look how she is transformed..." smiling all the time, as she continued to tease her daughter.
Even as I laughed at Jigna's discomfiture, she continued "I keep telling her ... to at least learn some work in the kitchen ... otherwise no one will marry her..." throwing a glance at her daughter. "Even if nobody else does ... Jignesh bhaiya will..." Jigna retorted haughtily, catching all of us unawares.
There was a moment of stunned silence in the room, as Kalpana aunty looked up sharply at her daughter, though not with any rancor. Jigna too had clamped her lips shut, her wide eyes flying from mine to her mother's, realizing that she'd said something that was probably not very appropriate. I could see a look of sudden sadness in Kalpana aunty's eyes, as she gazed at her daughter for a while, before turning to look at me with a wan smile.
A casual remark from the teenage girl had suddenly made the atmosphere loaded, and to break the ice, I let out a little laugh, and said "Oh come on, aunty ... you just wait and watch ... by the time Jigna is ready for marriage ... you'll find a queue of boys waiting at your doorstep ... asking for her hand in marriage..." laughing louder than appropriate in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"I hope so ... I really hope so..." was all that Kalpana aunty muttered, as she turned her gaze back to the food that she was cooking. Jigna's eyes were fluttering from mine to her mother, wide eyed, as if trying to read both her mother and me.
"Come, Jigna..." I said to her gaily " ... help me with these plates..." referring to some plates that I was in the process of carrying to the living room. "Yes, bhaiya..." Jigna mumbled in small voice, grateful for the diversion, but the look of wariness did not desert her face. Soon, I settled down in the living room with Jignesh bhai, pouring him liberal measures of my dad's precious Scotch, while going easy with my drinks.
Jigna shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, ferrying snacks and other savories that her mother was busy preparing in the kitchen; sweating it out even as we relaxed in the living room. Each time she came into the living room to replenish a plate, she'd glance at me to try and catch my eye.
But now, she was subdued, as if her mind was grappling with something, and there was a thoughtful look in her eyes. Her carefree frivolousness had vanished, and she seemed to be suddenly very conscious of herself, constantly fidgeting with the dupatta of her churidaar, or her wavy hair, which she'd tied in a simple pony.
Jatin bhai was getting garrulous by the moment, as the drinks began to warm him up, and he kept bombarding me with one grandiose plan after the other, about how he could make his money multiply in no time. Though skeptical about most of his hare-brained ideas, I kept him in good humor by chipping in one encouraging word or the other intermittently. By the time I was on my second drink, he was already on his fourth, and his ideas kept getting more and more incredulous.
Jigna was not to be seen for some time, and wondering what she was up to, I excused myself from Jatin bhai on the pretext of looking up on what Kalpana aunty was cooking in the kitchen. Upon spotting me, Kalpana aunty smiled brightly and asked "Ready to eat now, beta..." even as she fried pooris in the boiling oil. "Sure, aunty..." I replied absent mindedly, my eyes seeking Jigna who was not in the kitchen too. "Umm ... where is Jigna..." I asked her, trying to keep my voice casual.
"Oh, she must be in her room, beta..." Kalpana aunty answered without looking at me " ... she said she'll finish some homework in the mean time..." even as she focused on frying the pooris. "Oh..." I muttered and turned to go. "Beta..." I heard her call out just as I was turning around. When I turned to look at her, she nodded at me, asking me to come closer to her.
As I went up to her, she said "Beta ... don't take what she said seriously, ok..." her voice uncertain " ... she does not know what she's saying now..." It was incredible how this woman could read my mind, and all I could manage was a nod. With that, I turned around and went into the second bedroom in their house, which was the room that used to be shared by Jigna and her brother, but was now completely her den.
The bedroom had two single beds on either side of the room, and between the beds was a rickety old table which was shared by the two siblings as their study table. Now that her brother was no longer at home, Jigna had the table all to herself. The room was sparsely furnished, and apart from a battered old steel cupboard, the only other furniture was a pair of fold-able aluminum chairs.
Jigna was at the table, sitting on one of the two chairs, with her back towards me. Her books lay strewn across the table, and she had seemed to be busy scribbling something into one of her notebooks. With the intent of surprising her, I crept across the room noiselessly, and when I approached her, I saw that she had a pensive look on her face, and was lost deep in thought. However, instead of doing her homework, she was just doodling some illegible figures on a blank page, chewing on one end of her plastic ball pen.
I stood there behind her for a while, but so engrossed was she in her own thoughts that she did not feel my presence. Even though she was just sitting there at her study table, just the sight of her in this ambience turned me on. Her dupatta lay discarded on the bed by her side, and from where I stood over her, I could see the black strap of her bra under her dress at the shoulder, which she had so enthusiastically shown me ony a while back.
In spite of myself, I felt a stirring in my loins, and I marveled at how this sexy teenage college girl could turn me on without doing anything. Without making a sound, I leaned forward and bringing my face next to her right ear, with my chin just above her shoulder, I whispered into her ear "Hi, baby..." She almost jumped out of the chair with a startled gasp, and let out a little yelp of shock.
"Ohh ... bhaiyaa ... I thought..." she gasped, her eyes widening with surprise when she saw that it was me. "What you doing here all by yourself, baby..." I asked her softly, pulling the other chair and sitting down on it next to her. "Umm nothing, bhaiya ... I was just trying to finish some homework..." she mumbled, hastily fumbling with her notebook, and trying to open a page that was relevant.
But just before she managed to turn the page, I saw that what she was actually doodling on the blank page, were her name and mine; Jignesh and Jigna, in some fancy cursive writing. As I watched her trying to cover up, I smiled and said "I know you're not doing your homework, baby..." watching her face, as she tried to smile.
"Tell me, baby ... what were you thinking... ?" I asked her gently, reaching out to place my palm on her knee. "Nothing, bhaiya ... I was just..." she mumbled, flustered that I'd seen through her reverie. "Tell me..." I repeated, tilting my head to one side and looking into her dark big eyes, and squeezing her knee gently.
She dropped her gaze to her lap, and began to fidget with her dress, and I could see that her mind was in some deep turmoil. I waited patiently, letting my palm rest on her knees, knowing that she would speak to me once she was ready. After a few moments, she raised her gaze to look at my face, and I saw that there was forelorn look in her eyes.
She seemed to be searching for some answers in my face, and seemed to be torn between wanting to ask, and wondering what my answer would be. After what seemed like an eternity, she took a deep breath, and began "Bhaiyya ... I'm too young for you, na..." the sentence more of a statement than a question. Caught off guard, I took a moment to respond, before replying "What do you mean, baby..." my tone gentle.
She struggled to put her words together for another moment before adding "I mean ... I'm too young to be your girlfriend, na..." I was momentarily tongue tied at this question. I was nearing 20, and was about 3 years elder than her. Trying to keep the atmosphere calm, I forced a smile on my face and was about to say something when she blurted out "Oh, bhaiya ... I know that you will have some other girlfriend ... and ... and you look at me only as your little sister..." her words coming out in a rush.
I felt something tug at my heart, at the way this teenage girl was speaking from her heart. Clamping my mouth shut, I just looked at her. "Hai na, bhaiya... ?" she repeated, her eyes imploring me to answer. "Why do you say that, baby..." I asked her softly, unable to think of anything else to say. "Oh, I know, bhaiya ... I just know..." she said with a little sigh, her lips pouting the way they did when she was upset, as she dropped her gaze back to her lap.
As she sat there in the chair, gaze lowered, fidgeting with her dress, I felt like reaching out for her and taking her in my arms. But minding the surroundings, I just said as calmly as I could "Jigna ... my dear ... yes, it's true that I'm fond of you as I would be of a sister ... but at the same time ... I..." letting my words hang unfinished. She kept looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to complete. Throwing a glance at the door of the room, I pulled my chair closer to her, so that our knees were touching.
Taking both her delicate hands in mine, I clasped her fingers between mine, and said "But at the same time, I also love you, Jigna..." I saw a flicker of excitement in her eyes when I uttered the word 'love', but as quicky as it had come, it vanished. Dropping her gaze to her lap, she said in a resigned tone "Yes, bhaiya ... you love me like a little girl ... like a little kid sister..." refusing to look me in the eye.
All my conversations with the women in this house today were turning out like a walk in a minefield, and I was completely at my wits end on how to handle the situation. I could see that her eyes were beginning to water, and the last thing I wanted was to spoil her mood today. Taking a deep breath, I spoke "Jigna ... it is possible to love a person in more ways than one..." praying that I was making some sense " ... and I also love you in more ways than one..." as I paused for effect.
That seemed to have got her attention, and she was now looking intently at me. Putting on my most charming smile, I said "Tell me something ... don't you love me..." squeezing her hands gently. She just nodded in response, waiting for me to complete. "You love me like your 'bhaiyya' ... but you also love me in a different way, don't you... ?" I continued, maintaining my smile.
"Yes..." was all she managed to reply, as she kept looking at me expectantly. "So you see..." I continued, beginning to regain my confidence now " ... I also love you in the same way..." once again was squeezing her clenched fist. She was silent for a moment, as if trying to digest what I'd just said, before saying "Bhaiyya ... so do you love me enough to marry me when I grow up... ?"
She'd posed the question I was dreading all along, and my breath caught in my throat. I felt a lump come up in my throat, as I tried to comprehend the enormity of what this 16-going-on-17 girl was asking me. Her large limpid eyes were shimmering with the beginning of tears, and I could see that her lips were also quivering.
Breaking the silence, I reached out with my right hand to touch her cheek. Her skin felt hot to touch, and she shuddered involuntarily when I touched her face. Clearing my throat, I said "In the kitchen ... when you said that if nobody else married you ... then you would marry me ... didn't you want to know what my answer to that was... ?" my tone as gentle as it could be.
"Yes ... yes, bhaiya..." she managed to say in a hoarse whisper, her eyelashes fluttering wildly as she tried to blink her tears back. "My answer is yes, Jigna ... yes..." I said in a soft yet firm tone.
I didn't know if I was saying the right thing to her, but at that moment, it just seemed like the right thing to say. Though I'd had my share of fun with a whole bunch of girls, I'd never had anyone get so involved with me, let alone talk about marriage. To me, marriage seemed like one of those things you had to do once you got old.
"Bhaiyyaa..." cried out Jigna, and without warning flung her arms around me. Alarmed, I glanced at the door, before taking her into my arms and letting her rest her head on my chest. "Oh, bhaiya ... oh bhaiya..." she kept repeating under her breath, clinging on to me fiercely, her fingers clasping my forearms hard.
As her body shook and convulsed with all her pent up emotions, I just held her against my chest, and caressed her back. Worried about the consequences of either of her parents walking into the room, I shook her gently and whispered "Jigna, your mummy may see us..." At that, she gave my arm a last urgent squeeze, before pulling away from me, hastily wiping the tears that had sprung to her eyes.
As I looked at her dark pretty face, I felt like whatever I'd said at the spur of the moment, was all worth it. It was worth its weight in gold for the look that I now saw on her face. A look of pure unadulterated love that can only be felt and exhibited by a girl at this tender age. "You bastard..." I said to myself, shaking my head, hating myself for what I was doing.
One, I was giving a ray of hope to this naive sexy teenage girl, for whom I'd only lusted to start with; and to add to the complications, her best friend, Sejal, that innocent busty teenager who was the apex of my fantasies, had also professed her love for me.
I was dragged back to the present when Jigna tugged at my hands, making me look at her. Her face was flushed with such joy, that I felt my heart melt. "You've made me so happy today, bhaiya..." she said with joy, clinging on to my hands, her head tilted to one side in a lovely seductive manner. I just smiled at her wanly, and held her hand. Now that she was appeased for the moment, she was eager to seal the pact with me.
"Bhaiya..." she began earnestly " ... I'm not very smart like you ... but I understand what you are trying to tell me..." her tone excited. "Mummy also told me the same thing ... you know mummy is no ... even if I don't tell her anything ... she knows what's going on in my head..." she continued excitedly, pointing with her finger to her temple.
"You know, bhaiya ... she knows that I love you very much ... but she says that I have to prove that it is not just an infatuation..." speaking faster now that she was feeling much more comfortable. "So I told her ... I will prove to you that it is not just infatuation ... and then she said ... it is OK to feel many things for one person..." Jigna continued, going all over the place in her excitement.
I just listened to her with a bemused expression on my face, as she continued "She said she also loves you like her son ... but that doesn't mean she does not love you in any other manner ... you know ... the other way..." her eyes twinkling merrily as she tried to suggest what she meant without actually having to say it.
My head was swimming now, as I tried hard to comprehend what she was telling me. If I'd understood her right, Kalpana aunty had told her that she loved me like her son, but also loved me in 'another' way; and what that 'othe way' was, was for anyone to guess. Try as I may, I couldn't even begin the fathom the nuances of a mother's relationship with her daughter.
"Umm ... ok..." I mumbled, not wanting to risk saying anything more. "So, if mummy can be pappa's wife ... and still love you ... then I can also be like your sister ... and still love you ... hai na, bhaiya..." she exclaimed, as if the whole thing had fallen in place in that pretty little head of hers. "Hmm..." I muttered, smiling at her, relishing the enthusiasm with which she spoke.
She spoke of 'love' in such pure terms, that it made me cringe to think of how she'd react if she ever found out that I'd been fucking her mother behind her back! Dragging me back the present, she continued "And shall I tell you a secret, bhaiya..." her eyes twinkling, even as her voice dropped to a conspiratory whisper. "Tell me, baby..." I said, wondering what new profound secret she'd managed to unearth now.
"First promise me you'll not get angry with me..." she piped, speaking in a child like tone. Letting out a little laugh, I said "Ok, baby ... I promise..." Leaning closer to me, giving me a good view into the square cut neck of her Punjabi churidaar suit, she said "I told Sejal about you..." pausing to look at my face for reaction.
"Oh..." I responded, the alarm bells beginning to ring in my head again " ... what did you tell her, baby..." my voice failing me now. "Oh, I told her that I'm in love with you..." she said with pride, beaming with pleasure. As I swallowed to wet my throat, she continued "And you know what she said, bhaiya..." her tone full of promise. "What..." I managed to croak, dreading where this was headed.
"Guess ... guess..." she teased, smiling at me, and beginning to bob up and down on the chair like an excited little kid again. "Come on, baby ... tell me..." I pleaded. "She said..." Jigna began, pausing tantalizingly " ... she said ... that she also loves you..." her eyes wide like she was telling me the biggest secret in the world.
Seeing the stunned look on my face, she said "Can you believe it, bhaiya..." her tone incredulous. I was totally confused now, wondering why on earth was she so cool about coming to know that her best friend was also besotted with me.
"Girls..." I muttered to myself under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief. "I knew you would be super super surprised..." Jigna gushed, with the excitement of a kid who's just found a secret room full of candy. "Ohh..." I mumbled " ... you must be joking..." trying my best to keep my voice steady.
"No, no, bhaiya ... I swear..." she said earnestly, pinching her throat in the gesture that teenagers used to convey the solemn truth " ... she really told me that, bhaiya..." trying hard to convince me. "Uhh ... what else did she say..." I mumbled, furiously praying that Sejal had not spilled all the beans with her best friend.
"Bloody hell..." I thought inwardly " ... how this girl will hate me if she ever finds out that not only had I been fucking her mother ... but also had been fooling around with her best friend..." clenching my fists inadvertently.
"Oh, she said she fell in love with you the first day she met you, bhaiya ... and then she fell more in love with you when you took her shopping ... and then she fell even more in love with you when you took both of us for the movie..." Jigna continued gaily, relishing being able to share her secrets with me.
"Uh ... what else..." I urged, hoping she wouldn't start wondering why I was probing her so much. "Um ... nothing else, bhaiya ... why..." Jigna replied innocently. "Oh ... and this is supposed to be our secret ok, bhaiya ... please, please don't tell her that I told you this ... ok, bhaiya ... please..." she pleaded, clutching my hands hard, but not able to suppress her smile.
"Ok, baby ... I won't..." I replied, hugely relieved that the lovely buxom Sejal had at least had the sense of not talking about everything that had transpired between us " ... but I still don't believe it..." smiling as I shook my head at Jigna. "Oh, you'll see, bhaiya ... you'll see..." Jigna said, giggling as if she was privy to something that I had no clue about. As the relief washed over me, I let out a prolonged sigh, and sat back in the chair.
"Are you bored of my talking now, bhaiya..." Jigna asked, as she watched me intently. "Oh no, baby ... of course not..." I said with a laugh, as I stretched myself to release the tension which had been gripping my body the last few minutes. "Ok..." Jigna said in a small voice, even as she continued to try to read the expression on my face, and the sudden change in my demeanor.
Little did she know that all she was seeing was my relief at knowing that not all the skeletons in my cupboard had been dug up. But I loved her for these little things, the way she looked at every little change in my demeanor, with those big beautiful eyes of hers. Deciding it was time to leave behind all this dangerous emotional talk, I stood up quickly and moved close to her.
Placing my hand on shoulder, I pressed my pelvis to her shoulder, letting her get a feel fo the lump that had formed in jeans by now. As her eyes widened, I said "Now do you believe me, baby ... that I'm not bored..." smiling down at her suggestively, purposely pressing the stiffness of my cock through my jeans on her slender yet plump shoulder.
"Ohh, bhaiya..." she sighed, snuggling up closer to me and resting her head against my taut belly, even as she wrapped her arm around my hips. "I missed you, bhaiya..." she whispered, twisting sideways to look up at me. "I missed you too, baby ... I missed you too..." I replied gently, sliding my hand down her shoulder into the square neck of her Punjabi dress, and gently caressing the firm mound of her young ripe teenage breasts over the cup of her bra.
Her skin felt incredibly hot to touch, and I felt her shiver with excitement at that. As her fingers dug into my waist, I pulled myself away with effort. Holding her by her shoulders, I said "Now we better get back to the main room ... or else your daddy and mummy will start to wonder what we're up to..." winking at her.
She giggled at that, and nodded her head quickly in understanding. With that I walked out of the room, even as Jigna busied herself with tidying up her books. As I entered the living room, I saw that Jatin bhai was helping himself to yet another drink. Upon seeing me, he bellowed "Ha, there you are, Jignesh beta ... I was beginning to think Jigna had gotten you into doing her homework..." letting out a throaty laugh.
His words had begun to slur and I could see that he was tripping on the Scotch now. At that moment, Kalpana aunty came into the room carrying plates and spoons, and began arranging them on their old dining table. As I joined Jatin bhai, refilling my own glass in the process, Jigna joined her mother and began to help her in laying the table. Soon we all settled down at the table to eat.
The meal was sumptuous as well as delicious, and I made it a point to compliment Kalapan aunty on her cooking. The conversation around dinner ranged from Jatin bhai's business, to Jigna's studies, and Kalpana aunty's complains that she seldom took any interest in housework. True to expectations, I sided with the sexy Jigna, much to her pleasure, and her mother's chagrin, who remarked that I was just spoiling her further.
After finishing his meal, Jatin bhai let out a loud satisfied belch, causing Jigna to giggle, and Kalpana aunty to go red in the face at her husband's crudeness. "Lovely food, aunty..." I said to her genuinely, as I wiped my plate clean. Kalpana aunty just smiled at me fondly, acknowledging my compliment. "How about some paan, Jignesh bhai... ?" Jatin bhai announced as he noisily got up from the chair.
"Sure, uncle..." I agreed readily as I too enjoyed having a sweet paan after a hearty Indian mean. As he stepped out of the house to get paans for all of us, I helped Kalpana aunty in clearing the dishes. Jigna was back to her cheerful self, helping Kalpana aunty wash the dishes. "Any other day if I ask her to help me in the kitchen, she always has some excuse ... but today look at her ... so much energy..." Kalpana aunty remarked, albeit lightheartedly.
As I laughed, Jigna retorted "Arre, mummy ... you please make up your mind ... if I don't help you, you complain ... and now that I'm helping you, you're still complaining..." I refused to get drawn into this little mother-daughter dispute, preferring to be a laughing spectator. Once they had tidied up the kitchen, we all returned to the living room, just as Jatin bhai returned. We all settled down on their battered old sofa in the living room, and chatted about things in general. With a few drinks under my belt, and a hearty meal, I was feeling rather drowsy.
Seeing me yawn, Jatin bhai said "Why don't you stay back here only today, beta ... no point going to your house now..." I'd been waiting for this ever since we finished dinner, but decided to play my part to the hilt as well. "Oh, it's alright, uncle ... I'll just head home ... I don't want to inconvenience you all..." I said in response, realizing that both Jigna and Kalpana aunty were both waiting for my response.
"Arre ... what inconvenience ... why are you being so formal with us, dikra..." replied Jatin bhai immediately. As I began to protest, he cut me off by saying to Kalpana aunty "Kyun, Kalpu ... what do you say... ?" turning to look at her. "Of course ... yeh bhi koi poochhne ki baat hai..." replied Kalpana aunty " ... you are always welcome to stay in our house, beta..." turning her gaze to me. I could see Jigna nodding her head vigorously from behind Kalpana aunty, her eyes urging me to agree quickly.
With a laugh, I said "Oh, ok then ... but ... I don't have any clothes to change into..." turning to look at Kalpana aunty. It was Jigna who butted in, and said "Oh, don't worry bhaiyya ... I'm sure some for Dharmesh's clothes will fit you ... hai na, mummy... ?" turning to look at her mother. "Yes, sure ... let me go and get you something to change into, beta..." said Kalpana aunty, rising from the sofa. "You also change dikri..." she told Jigna, as she went inside. Beaming at me, Jigna got up and hopped off after her mother into their bedroom.
Jatin bhai's eyelids were beginning to droop now, and as I spotted him yawning, I said to him "Why don't you also get some sleep now, uncle ... you look really tired..." urging him to retire. He seemed to be looking for an excuse now hit the sack, now that both his belly was full, and readily accepted.
"Haan ... I think I better do that ... I did a lot of running around today ... I'm feeling really tired now..." he droned, even as I saw Kalpana aunty smirk to herself at the mention of all the work he claimed to have done. Turning to Jigna, he said "And you also go inside soon ... don't trouble Jignesh bhai too much..." as he hauled his massive girth from the sofa and stood up.
As he waddled in towards their bedroom, I heard him say to Kalpana aunty "You also, Kalpu ... finish your work and come inside soon ... let Jignesh rest..." using my presence as an excuse yet again. "And have a bath before you come inside..." he added as an afterthought, giving Kalpana aunty a look that meant to convey something. I saw Kalpana aunty blush at his remark, made loud enough for all of us to hear.
"Ok..." she muttered to him, even as she glanced at me to check if I'd heard him. I quickly averted my gaze, and looked at Jigna, who too was pretending to be looking away. Seeing Jigna standing there doing nothing, Kalpana aunty snapped at her "Didn't you hear what your father said ... go inside and change your clothes ... now..." her tone unusually belligerent. Jigna gave her mother a hurt look, before quickly going into her room.
We heard the sound of Jigna banging the door behind her. As both Jatin bhai and Jigna went into their respective rooms, I turned to Kalpana aunty and asked her "What's the matter, aunty ... you ... you seem upset..." noticing the way she'd snapped at her daughter for no apparent reason. "Nothing, beta..." muttered Kalpana aunty, shaking her head, and turning her attention to tidying up the mess in the living room.
"Ok, aunty ... but why take it out on her... ?" I persisted, referring to Jigna. She was silent for a while as she looked at me. Finally, she let out a sigh, and said "Yes, beta ... you're right ... it's just that sometimes I really get annoyed with Jatin..." shaking her head in disapproval, refusing to elaborate further.
"Let me get you something to wear, beta..." she said suddenly, changing the topic. With that she too went inside, and returned in a few moments, carrying a pair of neatly folded Berumuda shorts and a t-shirt, which ostensibly belonged to her son. Handing the clothes to me, she said "Here, beta ... I hope you find them comfortable..."
As I took the clothes from her, I said to her "Don't worry about me, aunty ... I'll be fine..." She gave me a grateful smile, and said "I'll go have a bath now, beta ... you please make yourself at home..." As she departed, I flopped down on the lumpy sofa, and switched on the TV. As I was idly surfing through the channels, I heard the door of Jigna's room open.
She'd changed into a pair of soft cotton pajamas, and collared boy's t-shirt, which had definitely seen better days, and seemed to be another hand-me-down from her brother's wardrobe. She'd washed her face, and she looked fresh.
As she came in, she asked "Where's mummy, bhaiya..." looking around for her mother. "She's gone for a bath, Jigna..." I answered her, even as I checked out her ripe young body in the rather loose fitting night clothes she wore now. As she saw me checking her out, she smiled knowingly, and came towards me. I was relaxing comfortably on the sofa, with my right hand stretched out on the backrest of the sofa.
To my surprise, and pleasure, she came and sat right next to me, so that her neck was supported by my outstretched right arm. "What are you watching, bhaiya... ?" she asked casually, even as she made it a point to slide as close as possible to me, by my side, so that out thighs were touching.
Handing her the remote of the TV, I replied "Uh, nothing ... I was just surfing channels..." keeping my voice casual, even though I was thrilled by the feel of her legs against mine. Even in this unglamorous attire of her brother's loose collared t-shirt, and a pair of soft cotton pajamas, she looked absolutely desirable to me. I was so aroused, that I felt my cock stiffening by just the feel of her thighs touching mine. As she began surfing channels on the TV, she snuggled up closer to me, resting the back of her head against my right shoulder.
In that position, I could look down into the open neck of her loose t-shirt, the buttons of which she had not bothered to close. I could also clearly make out from the outline of her young ripe breasts under the knit t-shirt that she had discarded her bra; something that she usually did when she slept.
As I watched the gentle rise and fall of her pert firm breasts under the t-shirt, I was tempted to drop my right hand, which was resting on her shoulder, down towards her chest and squeeze those delectable teenage tits. It was almost like she sensed my desire, for suddenly, she twisted her neck sideways and looked up at me. So close was her upturned face to me, that I could feel her hot breath on my face.
Looking at me with eyes full of desire, she whispered "I missed you, bhaiya..." her voice husky. "I missed you too, baby..." I replied in an equally husky whisper, looking into her large expressive dark eyes. Without warning, she pushed her face up towards me and kissed me on my lips. "Ohh, Jigna..." I groaned as I felt her hot lips on mine, and instinctively parted my lips also to kiss her back.
I heard a soft moan escape her lips as our lips met, and my tongue thrust into her mouth, lashing against hers, with all my pent up passion. At the same time, my right hand too instinctively slid down and cupped her luscious ripe teenage breast through her t-shirt. As my fingers closed around the firm flesh of her young breasts, I felt her arch her back and push her chest towards me, almost urging me to fondle her breasts.
She twisted her torso sideways to kiss me better, and at the same time her hands too slid up my thighs and felt the hardness of my cock which was now forming a bulge inside my jeans. "Ohh, Jigna ... I missed you so much..." I whispered even as we kissed ardently, when I felt her hands squeeze my hardness through the thick fabric of my jeans. I was tempted to strip her of her night clothes at that very moment and take her, and the fear of being discovered, as I felt her up right there in their living room, added an extra thrill to the whole affair.
I felt my hands moving as if with a mind of their own, and my hand quickly slid into the open neck of her t-shirt, to be rewarded with the feel of her naked young 32-B breasts under her t-shirt. "Bhaiiyyaaa..." she hissed through our kiss, as she felt my hand cup the hot flesh of her firm young tits inside her t-shirt. Her skin felt so hot to touch, that it felt like her already erect small nipples would burn a hold through my palm.
With difficulty, I pulled my mouth away from hers, even though I let my hands remain inside her t-shirt, and said to her "Jigna ... your mother may come in any moment..." my voice hoarse, even as I looked into her inflamed face, her large wide eyes burning like hot coals. "Uhh..." she muttered, as she shook her head in acknowledgment, even though I could see from the expression on her face, that she was as eager for me, as I was for her.
To Be Continued...
"Ohh, I almost forgot..." Jigna exclaimed suddenly " ... I got a gift for you, bhaiya..." her tone excited. "Come ... come..." she said excitedly, as she took hold of my hands and dragged me out of the kitchen. I glanced at Kalpana aunty once again, as Jigna led me into their second bedroom, and she just smiled at me warmly, nodding her head in understanding.
As I followed Jigna into her room, she rummaged through her bag, and came out with a small box. "What's it, Jigna... ?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. "Open it and see, bhaiya ... open it..." she said excitedly, her eyes bright with anticipation as she giggled. Opening the box, I saw that it was small bracelet of sorts to be worn on the wrist.
It was comprised of little cube-like glass beads of various colors, each of which had one letter of my name engraved into it, forming the word J-I-G-N-E-S-H. It was one of those things that girls her age seemed to have a huge fancy for, and I was sure one could get something like that in the near-by Archie's store. "I got it for you from a gift shop during the picnic, bhaiya..." she said excitedly, looking expectantly at my face to see if I liked it " ... I hope you like it, bhaiya..." her voice so hopeful that it touched my heart.
In response, I just opened both my arms wide and embraced her. Holding her pressed to my body, feeling her excited young body against mine, I said "I love it, Jigna ... I love it ... thank you so much..." my voice tender. She squirmed in my grasp, too excited to stay there, and as I let go off her, there was a look of immense joy in her eyes.
"Let me tie it on your hand, bhaiya..." she said excitedly, taking the bracelet from my hand, and beginning to fumble with the hooks of it to tie it around my wrist. As I watched this barely 17-year old teenage girl tie that little friendship band of sorts on my wrist, I couldn't help but wonder what I was doing to her. Finishing tying it, she looked at my face and smiling sweetly, asked me in a girlish voice "Will you wear this, bhaiya ... always..."
Reaching out to clasp her hand, I said "Always..." smiling at her. Throwing a glance at the door of their bedroom, I quickly slid forward towards her on the bed, and planted a tiny kiss on her lips. Before she could react, I pulled myself away, and said to her "Thank you, baby ... I love you..." Startled at my unexpected kiss; she blushed, and fluttered her eyelashes.
"And shall I tell you something else, baby..." I said softly. "What, bhaiya..." she asked, smiling at me excitedly. Dropping my tone, I said "You're looking very sexy today..." giving her leg a gentle squeeze, where she was sitting across me on the edge of the bed. Once again, the color rushed to her already dark face, and she gushed "Oh, really bhaiya..." her eyes excited once again. In response, I just nodded my head.
Throwing a glance at the door once again, she quickly slid forward towards me this time, and said "You know, bhaiya ... I'm wearing the bra that you bought for me today..." her tone a whisper so that her mother who was in the kitchen could not hear her. The naive and excited manner, in which she told me this, sent a thrill of desire coursing through me and I felt my cock twitch inside my pants.
As I struggled to find my words, she leaned forward a bit, and pulling the neck of her Punjabi suit to one side at her left shoulder, said in an excited whisper "See..." showing me the strap of the black bra which she was wearing inside. As she held her dress pulled aside to one side like that, inviting me to look at the strap of her bra, I shook my head, and whispered "Oh, Jigna..." reaching out involuntarily to touch her bare skin at the neck.
"Don't I look better when I wear a bra, bhaiya... ?" she asked me, her voice excited, yes barely above a whisper, as she threw her shoulders back and jutted out her chest, as if urging me to look at how her young firm teenage breasts looked in the bra under her figure hugging Punjabi suit. "Yes, baby ... you look hot..." I whispered back, shaking my head at how she could turn me on, even as I smiled at her.
"I knew you would like it, bhaiya ... I knew it..." she answered happily, bobbing up and down on the bed, not realizing what this was doing to me. There was something about the innocent naivety of this teenage girl that drove me mad, and I had to hold myself back from losing control. She was always so full of energy and excitement that she never gave you one moment of respite.
Before I could gather my thoughts, she asked "You will be staying back here tonight no, bhaiya ... after dinner..." her tone pleading and persistent. "Yes, baby ... I will..." I replied, smiling at her again warmly. "Oooh, I am so happy today ... I'm so happy..." she gushed for the umpteenth time, as she threw her arms around my neck again. Just as my blood was beginning to get warmed up, we heard the sound of Jatin bhai's rickety scooter outside.
Realizing that father was back, Jigna jumped up from the bed, and announced loudly "Pappa is back..." looking at me with a naughty smile, to let me know that we'd have to save our fooling around for later, and at the same time letting her mother know where she was. As I winked at her, she giggled and ran out of the room, to help her father bring in the stuff that he had gone to fetch.
As I too followed Jigna out of the room, I saw that Jatin bhai had returned with a bagful of snacks to go with the drinks. Kalpana aunty chided him for bringing things far more than necessary, but he dismissed her with a laugh, saying "Arre ... today we're celebrating ... to phir kanjoosi kaisi..." to which she responded with just an exasperated shake of her head. For a man his size, he was moving about with an alacrity that belied his girth, and soon had everything ready for us to sit down for a drink in the living room.
Jigna was helping her mother out in the kitchen, bustling about the house full of life. When I'd gone into the kitchen to fetch a couple of spoons, Kalpana aunty, who was still busy cooking, looked at me and smiled. After the conversation we'd had just before Jigna had arrived, I was still a little uncomfortable around her, now that I knew she had the ability to see into things far more than I could imagine.
To relax myself, I said to her "Aunty ... see, what Jigna got for me..." holding up my hand to show her the wristband she'd got for me. Jigna, who also was in the kitchen, beamed when she saw that I was showing off her gift to her mother. Kalpana aunty just gave a little laugh, and remarked "Yes, I know beta ... she was very excited about getting something for you ... so she could not keep it to herself..." smiling as she spoke.
"Waise bhi ... now that you are there, she does not need us any more, na..." she continued in a teasing voice, throwing a good natured glance at her daughter. "Oh, mummy..." Jigna protested " ... why are you saying that... ?" her lips pouting in a sexy frown.
"Why will I not say that..." Kalpana aunty countered her " ... you remembered to get a gift for your Jignesh bhaiya ... but did you think of getting anything for us ... your pappa and mummy... ?" still continuing to tease her. "But..." Jigna began to protest, but clamped her mouth shut, unable to think of anything to say to that. Her face dropped, as her eyes darted to mine, beseeching me to help her out of this situation.
Deciding to indulge her mother, I said "Yeah, that's right Jigna ... you didn't get anything for your mummy and pappa..." shaking my head in disapproval, even though I smiled. "Bhaiyaa..." she wailed " ... you too..." making a face the way only a teenage girl could. Then, as if something had suddenly occurred to her, she exclaimed "But I got those mithhais no, mummy..." probably referring to some sweets she'd have got.
"Yes, that you did..." Kalpana aunty immediately replied " ... but you took almost all of it to college na, today ... to distribute in your class..." still maintaining her teasing tone. That shut Jigna up for good, and all she could manage was a sheepish grin. Not wanting to let go, her mother continued "You know, beta ... on other days, I keep asking her to help me with some work in the kitchen ... but she never comes ... but today, just because you are here ... look how she is transformed..." smiling all the time, as she continued to tease her daughter.
Even as I laughed at Jigna's discomfiture, she continued "I keep telling her ... to at least learn some work in the kitchen ... otherwise no one will marry her..." throwing a glance at her daughter. "Even if nobody else does ... Jignesh bhaiya will..." Jigna retorted haughtily, catching all of us unawares.
There was a moment of stunned silence in the room, as Kalpana aunty looked up sharply at her daughter, though not with any rancor. Jigna too had clamped her lips shut, her wide eyes flying from mine to her mother's, realizing that she'd said something that was probably not very appropriate. I could see a look of sudden sadness in Kalpana aunty's eyes, as she gazed at her daughter for a while, before turning to look at me with a wan smile.
A casual remark from the teenage girl had suddenly made the atmosphere loaded, and to break the ice, I let out a little laugh, and said "Oh come on, aunty ... you just wait and watch ... by the time Jigna is ready for marriage ... you'll find a queue of boys waiting at your doorstep ... asking for her hand in marriage..." laughing louder than appropriate in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"I hope so ... I really hope so..." was all that Kalpana aunty muttered, as she turned her gaze back to the food that she was cooking. Jigna's eyes were fluttering from mine to her mother, wide eyed, as if trying to read both her mother and me.
"Come, Jigna..." I said to her gaily " ... help me with these plates..." referring to some plates that I was in the process of carrying to the living room. "Yes, bhaiya..." Jigna mumbled in small voice, grateful for the diversion, but the look of wariness did not desert her face. Soon, I settled down in the living room with Jignesh bhai, pouring him liberal measures of my dad's precious Scotch, while going easy with my drinks.
Jigna shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, ferrying snacks and other savories that her mother was busy preparing in the kitchen; sweating it out even as we relaxed in the living room. Each time she came into the living room to replenish a plate, she'd glance at me to try and catch my eye.
But now, she was subdued, as if her mind was grappling with something, and there was a thoughtful look in her eyes. Her carefree frivolousness had vanished, and she seemed to be suddenly very conscious of herself, constantly fidgeting with the dupatta of her churidaar, or her wavy hair, which she'd tied in a simple pony.
Jatin bhai was getting garrulous by the moment, as the drinks began to warm him up, and he kept bombarding me with one grandiose plan after the other, about how he could make his money multiply in no time. Though skeptical about most of his hare-brained ideas, I kept him in good humor by chipping in one encouraging word or the other intermittently. By the time I was on my second drink, he was already on his fourth, and his ideas kept getting more and more incredulous.
Jigna was not to be seen for some time, and wondering what she was up to, I excused myself from Jatin bhai on the pretext of looking up on what Kalpana aunty was cooking in the kitchen. Upon spotting me, Kalpana aunty smiled brightly and asked "Ready to eat now, beta..." even as she fried pooris in the boiling oil. "Sure, aunty..." I replied absent mindedly, my eyes seeking Jigna who was not in the kitchen too. "Umm ... where is Jigna..." I asked her, trying to keep my voice casual.
"Oh, she must be in her room, beta..." Kalpana aunty answered without looking at me " ... she said she'll finish some homework in the mean time..." even as she focused on frying the pooris. "Oh..." I muttered and turned to go. "Beta..." I heard her call out just as I was turning around. When I turned to look at her, she nodded at me, asking me to come closer to her.
As I went up to her, she said "Beta ... don't take what she said seriously, ok..." her voice uncertain " ... she does not know what she's saying now..." It was incredible how this woman could read my mind, and all I could manage was a nod. With that, I turned around and went into the second bedroom in their house, which was the room that used to be shared by Jigna and her brother, but was now completely her den.
The bedroom had two single beds on either side of the room, and between the beds was a rickety old table which was shared by the two siblings as their study table. Now that her brother was no longer at home, Jigna had the table all to herself. The room was sparsely furnished, and apart from a battered old steel cupboard, the only other furniture was a pair of fold-able aluminum chairs.
Jigna was at the table, sitting on one of the two chairs, with her back towards me. Her books lay strewn across the table, and she had seemed to be busy scribbling something into one of her notebooks. With the intent of surprising her, I crept across the room noiselessly, and when I approached her, I saw that she had a pensive look on her face, and was lost deep in thought. However, instead of doing her homework, she was just doodling some illegible figures on a blank page, chewing on one end of her plastic ball pen.
I stood there behind her for a while, but so engrossed was she in her own thoughts that she did not feel my presence. Even though she was just sitting there at her study table, just the sight of her in this ambience turned me on. Her dupatta lay discarded on the bed by her side, and from where I stood over her, I could see the black strap of her bra under her dress at the shoulder, which she had so enthusiastically shown me ony a while back.
In spite of myself, I felt a stirring in my loins, and I marveled at how this sexy teenage college girl could turn me on without doing anything. Without making a sound, I leaned forward and bringing my face next to her right ear, with my chin just above her shoulder, I whispered into her ear "Hi, baby..." She almost jumped out of the chair with a startled gasp, and let out a little yelp of shock.
"Ohh ... bhaiyaa ... I thought..." she gasped, her eyes widening with surprise when she saw that it was me. "What you doing here all by yourself, baby..." I asked her softly, pulling the other chair and sitting down on it next to her. "Umm nothing, bhaiya ... I was just trying to finish some homework..." she mumbled, hastily fumbling with her notebook, and trying to open a page that was relevant.
But just before she managed to turn the page, I saw that what she was actually doodling on the blank page, were her name and mine; Jignesh and Jigna, in some fancy cursive writing. As I watched her trying to cover up, I smiled and said "I know you're not doing your homework, baby..." watching her face, as she tried to smile.
"Tell me, baby ... what were you thinking... ?" I asked her gently, reaching out to place my palm on her knee. "Nothing, bhaiya ... I was just..." she mumbled, flustered that I'd seen through her reverie. "Tell me..." I repeated, tilting my head to one side and looking into her dark big eyes, and squeezing her knee gently.
She dropped her gaze to her lap, and began to fidget with her dress, and I could see that her mind was in some deep turmoil. I waited patiently, letting my palm rest on her knees, knowing that she would speak to me once she was ready. After a few moments, she raised her gaze to look at my face, and I saw that there was forelorn look in her eyes.
She seemed to be searching for some answers in my face, and seemed to be torn between wanting to ask, and wondering what my answer would be. After what seemed like an eternity, she took a deep breath, and began "Bhaiyya ... I'm too young for you, na..." the sentence more of a statement than a question. Caught off guard, I took a moment to respond, before replying "What do you mean, baby..." my tone gentle.
She struggled to put her words together for another moment before adding "I mean ... I'm too young to be your girlfriend, na..." I was momentarily tongue tied at this question. I was nearing 20, and was about 3 years elder than her. Trying to keep the atmosphere calm, I forced a smile on my face and was about to say something when she blurted out "Oh, bhaiya ... I know that you will have some other girlfriend ... and ... and you look at me only as your little sister..." her words coming out in a rush.
I felt something tug at my heart, at the way this teenage girl was speaking from her heart. Clamping my mouth shut, I just looked at her. "Hai na, bhaiya... ?" she repeated, her eyes imploring me to answer. "Why do you say that, baby..." I asked her softly, unable to think of anything else to say. "Oh, I know, bhaiya ... I just know..." she said with a little sigh, her lips pouting the way they did when she was upset, as she dropped her gaze back to her lap.
As she sat there in the chair, gaze lowered, fidgeting with her dress, I felt like reaching out for her and taking her in my arms. But minding the surroundings, I just said as calmly as I could "Jigna ... my dear ... yes, it's true that I'm fond of you as I would be of a sister ... but at the same time ... I..." letting my words hang unfinished. She kept looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to complete. Throwing a glance at the door of the room, I pulled my chair closer to her, so that our knees were touching.
Taking both her delicate hands in mine, I clasped her fingers between mine, and said "But at the same time, I also love you, Jigna..." I saw a flicker of excitement in her eyes when I uttered the word 'love', but as quicky as it had come, it vanished. Dropping her gaze to her lap, she said in a resigned tone "Yes, bhaiya ... you love me like a little girl ... like a little kid sister..." refusing to look me in the eye.
All my conversations with the women in this house today were turning out like a walk in a minefield, and I was completely at my wits end on how to handle the situation. I could see that her eyes were beginning to water, and the last thing I wanted was to spoil her mood today. Taking a deep breath, I spoke "Jigna ... it is possible to love a person in more ways than one..." praying that I was making some sense " ... and I also love you in more ways than one..." as I paused for effect.
That seemed to have got her attention, and she was now looking intently at me. Putting on my most charming smile, I said "Tell me something ... don't you love me..." squeezing her hands gently. She just nodded in response, waiting for me to complete. "You love me like your 'bhaiyya' ... but you also love me in a different way, don't you... ?" I continued, maintaining my smile.
"Yes..." was all she managed to reply, as she kept looking at me expectantly. "So you see..." I continued, beginning to regain my confidence now " ... I also love you in the same way..." once again was squeezing her clenched fist. She was silent for a moment, as if trying to digest what I'd just said, before saying "Bhaiyya ... so do you love me enough to marry me when I grow up... ?"
She'd posed the question I was dreading all along, and my breath caught in my throat. I felt a lump come up in my throat, as I tried to comprehend the enormity of what this 16-going-on-17 girl was asking me. Her large limpid eyes were shimmering with the beginning of tears, and I could see that her lips were also quivering.
Breaking the silence, I reached out with my right hand to touch her cheek. Her skin felt hot to touch, and she shuddered involuntarily when I touched her face. Clearing my throat, I said "In the kitchen ... when you said that if nobody else married you ... then you would marry me ... didn't you want to know what my answer to that was... ?" my tone as gentle as it could be.
"Yes ... yes, bhaiya..." she managed to say in a hoarse whisper, her eyelashes fluttering wildly as she tried to blink her tears back. "My answer is yes, Jigna ... yes..." I said in a soft yet firm tone.
I didn't know if I was saying the right thing to her, but at that moment, it just seemed like the right thing to say. Though I'd had my share of fun with a whole bunch of girls, I'd never had anyone get so involved with me, let alone talk about marriage. To me, marriage seemed like one of those things you had to do once you got old.
"Bhaiyyaa..." cried out Jigna, and without warning flung her arms around me. Alarmed, I glanced at the door, before taking her into my arms and letting her rest her head on my chest. "Oh, bhaiya ... oh bhaiya..." she kept repeating under her breath, clinging on to me fiercely, her fingers clasping my forearms hard.
As her body shook and convulsed with all her pent up emotions, I just held her against my chest, and caressed her back. Worried about the consequences of either of her parents walking into the room, I shook her gently and whispered "Jigna, your mummy may see us..." At that, she gave my arm a last urgent squeeze, before pulling away from me, hastily wiping the tears that had sprung to her eyes.
As I looked at her dark pretty face, I felt like whatever I'd said at the spur of the moment, was all worth it. It was worth its weight in gold for the look that I now saw on her face. A look of pure unadulterated love that can only be felt and exhibited by a girl at this tender age. "You bastard..." I said to myself, shaking my head, hating myself for what I was doing.
One, I was giving a ray of hope to this naive sexy teenage girl, for whom I'd only lusted to start with; and to add to the complications, her best friend, Sejal, that innocent busty teenager who was the apex of my fantasies, had also professed her love for me.
I was dragged back to the present when Jigna tugged at my hands, making me look at her. Her face was flushed with such joy, that I felt my heart melt. "You've made me so happy today, bhaiya..." she said with joy, clinging on to my hands, her head tilted to one side in a lovely seductive manner. I just smiled at her wanly, and held her hand. Now that she was appeased for the moment, she was eager to seal the pact with me.
"Bhaiya..." she began earnestly " ... I'm not very smart like you ... but I understand what you are trying to tell me..." her tone excited. "Mummy also told me the same thing ... you know mummy is no ... even if I don't tell her anything ... she knows what's going on in my head..." she continued excitedly, pointing with her finger to her temple.
"You know, bhaiya ... she knows that I love you very much ... but she says that I have to prove that it is not just an infatuation..." speaking faster now that she was feeling much more comfortable. "So I told her ... I will prove to you that it is not just infatuation ... and then she said ... it is OK to feel many things for one person..." Jigna continued, going all over the place in her excitement.
I just listened to her with a bemused expression on my face, as she continued "She said she also loves you like her son ... but that doesn't mean she does not love you in any other manner ... you know ... the other way..." her eyes twinkling merrily as she tried to suggest what she meant without actually having to say it.
My head was swimming now, as I tried hard to comprehend what she was telling me. If I'd understood her right, Kalpana aunty had told her that she loved me like her son, but also loved me in 'another' way; and what that 'othe way' was, was for anyone to guess. Try as I may, I couldn't even begin the fathom the nuances of a mother's relationship with her daughter.
"Umm ... ok..." I mumbled, not wanting to risk saying anything more. "So, if mummy can be pappa's wife ... and still love you ... then I can also be like your sister ... and still love you ... hai na, bhaiya..." she exclaimed, as if the whole thing had fallen in place in that pretty little head of hers. "Hmm..." I muttered, smiling at her, relishing the enthusiasm with which she spoke.
She spoke of 'love' in such pure terms, that it made me cringe to think of how she'd react if she ever found out that I'd been fucking her mother behind her back! Dragging me back the present, she continued "And shall I tell you a secret, bhaiya..." her eyes twinkling, even as her voice dropped to a conspiratory whisper. "Tell me, baby..." I said, wondering what new profound secret she'd managed to unearth now.
"First promise me you'll not get angry with me..." she piped, speaking in a child like tone. Letting out a little laugh, I said "Ok, baby ... I promise..." Leaning closer to me, giving me a good view into the square cut neck of her Punjabi churidaar suit, she said "I told Sejal about you..." pausing to look at my face for reaction.
"Oh..." I responded, the alarm bells beginning to ring in my head again " ... what did you tell her, baby..." my voice failing me now. "Oh, I told her that I'm in love with you..." she said with pride, beaming with pleasure. As I swallowed to wet my throat, she continued "And you know what she said, bhaiya..." her tone full of promise. "What..." I managed to croak, dreading where this was headed.
"Guess ... guess..." she teased, smiling at me, and beginning to bob up and down on the chair like an excited little kid again. "Come on, baby ... tell me..." I pleaded. "She said..." Jigna began, pausing tantalizingly " ... she said ... that she also loves you..." her eyes wide like she was telling me the biggest secret in the world.
Seeing the stunned look on my face, she said "Can you believe it, bhaiya..." her tone incredulous. I was totally confused now, wondering why on earth was she so cool about coming to know that her best friend was also besotted with me.
"Girls..." I muttered to myself under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief. "I knew you would be super super surprised..." Jigna gushed, with the excitement of a kid who's just found a secret room full of candy. "Ohh..." I mumbled " ... you must be joking..." trying my best to keep my voice steady.
"No, no, bhaiya ... I swear..." she said earnestly, pinching her throat in the gesture that teenagers used to convey the solemn truth " ... she really told me that, bhaiya..." trying hard to convince me. "Uhh ... what else did she say..." I mumbled, furiously praying that Sejal had not spilled all the beans with her best friend.
"Bloody hell..." I thought inwardly " ... how this girl will hate me if she ever finds out that not only had I been fucking her mother ... but also had been fooling around with her best friend..." clenching my fists inadvertently.
"Oh, she said she fell in love with you the first day she met you, bhaiya ... and then she fell more in love with you when you took her shopping ... and then she fell even more in love with you when you took both of us for the movie..." Jigna continued gaily, relishing being able to share her secrets with me.
"Uh ... what else..." I urged, hoping she wouldn't start wondering why I was probing her so much. "Um ... nothing else, bhaiya ... why..." Jigna replied innocently. "Oh ... and this is supposed to be our secret ok, bhaiya ... please, please don't tell her that I told you this ... ok, bhaiya ... please..." she pleaded, clutching my hands hard, but not able to suppress her smile.
"Ok, baby ... I won't..." I replied, hugely relieved that the lovely buxom Sejal had at least had the sense of not talking about everything that had transpired between us " ... but I still don't believe it..." smiling as I shook my head at Jigna. "Oh, you'll see, bhaiya ... you'll see..." Jigna said, giggling as if she was privy to something that I had no clue about. As the relief washed over me, I let out a prolonged sigh, and sat back in the chair.
"Are you bored of my talking now, bhaiya..." Jigna asked, as she watched me intently. "Oh no, baby ... of course not..." I said with a laugh, as I stretched myself to release the tension which had been gripping my body the last few minutes. "Ok..." Jigna said in a small voice, even as she continued to try to read the expression on my face, and the sudden change in my demeanor.
Little did she know that all she was seeing was my relief at knowing that not all the skeletons in my cupboard had been dug up. But I loved her for these little things, the way she looked at every little change in my demeanor, with those big beautiful eyes of hers. Deciding it was time to leave behind all this dangerous emotional talk, I stood up quickly and moved close to her.
Placing my hand on shoulder, I pressed my pelvis to her shoulder, letting her get a feel fo the lump that had formed in jeans by now. As her eyes widened, I said "Now do you believe me, baby ... that I'm not bored..." smiling down at her suggestively, purposely pressing the stiffness of my cock through my jeans on her slender yet plump shoulder.
"Ohh, bhaiya..." she sighed, snuggling up closer to me and resting her head against my taut belly, even as she wrapped her arm around my hips. "I missed you, bhaiya..." she whispered, twisting sideways to look up at me. "I missed you too, baby ... I missed you too..." I replied gently, sliding my hand down her shoulder into the square neck of her Punjabi dress, and gently caressing the firm mound of her young ripe teenage breasts over the cup of her bra.
Her skin felt incredibly hot to touch, and I felt her shiver with excitement at that. As her fingers dug into my waist, I pulled myself away with effort. Holding her by her shoulders, I said "Now we better get back to the main room ... or else your daddy and mummy will start to wonder what we're up to..." winking at her.
She giggled at that, and nodded her head quickly in understanding. With that I walked out of the room, even as Jigna busied herself with tidying up her books. As I entered the living room, I saw that Jatin bhai was helping himself to yet another drink. Upon seeing me, he bellowed "Ha, there you are, Jignesh beta ... I was beginning to think Jigna had gotten you into doing her homework..." letting out a throaty laugh.
His words had begun to slur and I could see that he was tripping on the Scotch now. At that moment, Kalpana aunty came into the room carrying plates and spoons, and began arranging them on their old dining table. As I joined Jatin bhai, refilling my own glass in the process, Jigna joined her mother and began to help her in laying the table. Soon we all settled down at the table to eat.
The meal was sumptuous as well as delicious, and I made it a point to compliment Kalapan aunty on her cooking. The conversation around dinner ranged from Jatin bhai's business, to Jigna's studies, and Kalpana aunty's complains that she seldom took any interest in housework. True to expectations, I sided with the sexy Jigna, much to her pleasure, and her mother's chagrin, who remarked that I was just spoiling her further.
After finishing his meal, Jatin bhai let out a loud satisfied belch, causing Jigna to giggle, and Kalpana aunty to go red in the face at her husband's crudeness. "Lovely food, aunty..." I said to her genuinely, as I wiped my plate clean. Kalpana aunty just smiled at me fondly, acknowledging my compliment. "How about some paan, Jignesh bhai... ?" Jatin bhai announced as he noisily got up from the chair.
"Sure, uncle..." I agreed readily as I too enjoyed having a sweet paan after a hearty Indian mean. As he stepped out of the house to get paans for all of us, I helped Kalpana aunty in clearing the dishes. Jigna was back to her cheerful self, helping Kalpana aunty wash the dishes. "Any other day if I ask her to help me in the kitchen, she always has some excuse ... but today look at her ... so much energy..." Kalpana aunty remarked, albeit lightheartedly.
As I laughed, Jigna retorted "Arre, mummy ... you please make up your mind ... if I don't help you, you complain ... and now that I'm helping you, you're still complaining..." I refused to get drawn into this little mother-daughter dispute, preferring to be a laughing spectator. Once they had tidied up the kitchen, we all returned to the living room, just as Jatin bhai returned. We all settled down on their battered old sofa in the living room, and chatted about things in general. With a few drinks under my belt, and a hearty meal, I was feeling rather drowsy.
Seeing me yawn, Jatin bhai said "Why don't you stay back here only today, beta ... no point going to your house now..." I'd been waiting for this ever since we finished dinner, but decided to play my part to the hilt as well. "Oh, it's alright, uncle ... I'll just head home ... I don't want to inconvenience you all..." I said in response, realizing that both Jigna and Kalpana aunty were both waiting for my response.
"Arre ... what inconvenience ... why are you being so formal with us, dikra..." replied Jatin bhai immediately. As I began to protest, he cut me off by saying to Kalpana aunty "Kyun, Kalpu ... what do you say... ?" turning to look at her. "Of course ... yeh bhi koi poochhne ki baat hai..." replied Kalpana aunty " ... you are always welcome to stay in our house, beta..." turning her gaze to me. I could see Jigna nodding her head vigorously from behind Kalpana aunty, her eyes urging me to agree quickly.
With a laugh, I said "Oh, ok then ... but ... I don't have any clothes to change into..." turning to look at Kalpana aunty. It was Jigna who butted in, and said "Oh, don't worry bhaiyya ... I'm sure some for Dharmesh's clothes will fit you ... hai na, mummy... ?" turning to look at her mother. "Yes, sure ... let me go and get you something to change into, beta..." said Kalpana aunty, rising from the sofa. "You also change dikri..." she told Jigna, as she went inside. Beaming at me, Jigna got up and hopped off after her mother into their bedroom.
Jatin bhai's eyelids were beginning to droop now, and as I spotted him yawning, I said to him "Why don't you also get some sleep now, uncle ... you look really tired..." urging him to retire. He seemed to be looking for an excuse now hit the sack, now that both his belly was full, and readily accepted.
"Haan ... I think I better do that ... I did a lot of running around today ... I'm feeling really tired now..." he droned, even as I saw Kalpana aunty smirk to herself at the mention of all the work he claimed to have done. Turning to Jigna, he said "And you also go inside soon ... don't trouble Jignesh bhai too much..." as he hauled his massive girth from the sofa and stood up.
As he waddled in towards their bedroom, I heard him say to Kalpana aunty "You also, Kalpu ... finish your work and come inside soon ... let Jignesh rest..." using my presence as an excuse yet again. "And have a bath before you come inside..." he added as an afterthought, giving Kalpana aunty a look that meant to convey something. I saw Kalpana aunty blush at his remark, made loud enough for all of us to hear.
"Ok..." she muttered to him, even as she glanced at me to check if I'd heard him. I quickly averted my gaze, and looked at Jigna, who too was pretending to be looking away. Seeing Jigna standing there doing nothing, Kalpana aunty snapped at her "Didn't you hear what your father said ... go inside and change your clothes ... now..." her tone unusually belligerent. Jigna gave her mother a hurt look, before quickly going into her room.
We heard the sound of Jigna banging the door behind her. As both Jatin bhai and Jigna went into their respective rooms, I turned to Kalpana aunty and asked her "What's the matter, aunty ... you ... you seem upset..." noticing the way she'd snapped at her daughter for no apparent reason. "Nothing, beta..." muttered Kalpana aunty, shaking her head, and turning her attention to tidying up the mess in the living room.
"Ok, aunty ... but why take it out on her... ?" I persisted, referring to Jigna. She was silent for a while as she looked at me. Finally, she let out a sigh, and said "Yes, beta ... you're right ... it's just that sometimes I really get annoyed with Jatin..." shaking her head in disapproval, refusing to elaborate further.
"Let me get you something to wear, beta..." she said suddenly, changing the topic. With that she too went inside, and returned in a few moments, carrying a pair of neatly folded Berumuda shorts and a t-shirt, which ostensibly belonged to her son. Handing the clothes to me, she said "Here, beta ... I hope you find them comfortable..."
As I took the clothes from her, I said to her "Don't worry about me, aunty ... I'll be fine..." She gave me a grateful smile, and said "I'll go have a bath now, beta ... you please make yourself at home..." As she departed, I flopped down on the lumpy sofa, and switched on the TV. As I was idly surfing through the channels, I heard the door of Jigna's room open.
She'd changed into a pair of soft cotton pajamas, and collared boy's t-shirt, which had definitely seen better days, and seemed to be another hand-me-down from her brother's wardrobe. She'd washed her face, and she looked fresh.
As she came in, she asked "Where's mummy, bhaiya..." looking around for her mother. "She's gone for a bath, Jigna..." I answered her, even as I checked out her ripe young body in the rather loose fitting night clothes she wore now. As she saw me checking her out, she smiled knowingly, and came towards me. I was relaxing comfortably on the sofa, with my right hand stretched out on the backrest of the sofa.
To my surprise, and pleasure, she came and sat right next to me, so that her neck was supported by my outstretched right arm. "What are you watching, bhaiya... ?" she asked casually, even as she made it a point to slide as close as possible to me, by my side, so that out thighs were touching.
Handing her the remote of the TV, I replied "Uh, nothing ... I was just surfing channels..." keeping my voice casual, even though I was thrilled by the feel of her legs against mine. Even in this unglamorous attire of her brother's loose collared t-shirt, and a pair of soft cotton pajamas, she looked absolutely desirable to me. I was so aroused, that I felt my cock stiffening by just the feel of her thighs touching mine. As she began surfing channels on the TV, she snuggled up closer to me, resting the back of her head against my right shoulder.
In that position, I could look down into the open neck of her loose t-shirt, the buttons of which she had not bothered to close. I could also clearly make out from the outline of her young ripe breasts under the knit t-shirt that she had discarded her bra; something that she usually did when she slept.
As I watched the gentle rise and fall of her pert firm breasts under the t-shirt, I was tempted to drop my right hand, which was resting on her shoulder, down towards her chest and squeeze those delectable teenage tits. It was almost like she sensed my desire, for suddenly, she twisted her neck sideways and looked up at me. So close was her upturned face to me, that I could feel her hot breath on my face.
Looking at me with eyes full of desire, she whispered "I missed you, bhaiya..." her voice husky. "I missed you too, baby..." I replied in an equally husky whisper, looking into her large expressive dark eyes. Without warning, she pushed her face up towards me and kissed me on my lips. "Ohh, Jigna..." I groaned as I felt her hot lips on mine, and instinctively parted my lips also to kiss her back.
I heard a soft moan escape her lips as our lips met, and my tongue thrust into her mouth, lashing against hers, with all my pent up passion. At the same time, my right hand too instinctively slid down and cupped her luscious ripe teenage breast through her t-shirt. As my fingers closed around the firm flesh of her young breasts, I felt her arch her back and push her chest towards me, almost urging me to fondle her breasts.
She twisted her torso sideways to kiss me better, and at the same time her hands too slid up my thighs and felt the hardness of my cock which was now forming a bulge inside my jeans. "Ohh, Jigna ... I missed you so much..." I whispered even as we kissed ardently, when I felt her hands squeeze my hardness through the thick fabric of my jeans. I was tempted to strip her of her night clothes at that very moment and take her, and the fear of being discovered, as I felt her up right there in their living room, added an extra thrill to the whole affair.
I felt my hands moving as if with a mind of their own, and my hand quickly slid into the open neck of her t-shirt, to be rewarded with the feel of her naked young 32-B breasts under her t-shirt. "Bhaiiyyaaa..." she hissed through our kiss, as she felt my hand cup the hot flesh of her firm young tits inside her t-shirt. Her skin felt so hot to touch, that it felt like her already erect small nipples would burn a hold through my palm.
With difficulty, I pulled my mouth away from hers, even though I let my hands remain inside her t-shirt, and said to her "Jigna ... your mother may come in any moment..." my voice hoarse, even as I looked into her inflamed face, her large wide eyes burning like hot coals. "Uhh..." she muttered, as she shook her head in acknowledgment, even though I could see from the expression on her face, that she was as eager for me, as I was for her.
To Be Continued...
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