08-11-2021, 09:31 PM
“hello Vicky”
“hello didi – kaise ho aap”
“kahan thaa bhai itne din – bhool gaya apni Didi ko” said she
“Didi aapko koi kaise bhool sakta hai, baaki sab kahan hai” I casually asked.
“Sab apne apne kaam pe gaye hain, bor ho rahi thee”
By then I too had moved to a more secluded spot in office.
After a few more minutes of talk, I said “muuahh muuuahhh muuahhh”
“oye ye kya hai” she asked
“apni jaan ko kiss kar raha hoon”
“chup oye”
“Didi us din you enjoyed taking my name while pressing your ass” I asked pointedly.
“hmmmmm … Vicky galti ho gayi thee mujhse, isliye thoda bahut allow kar rahi hoon” she reasoned
“samajh gaya didi, but I love you”
“hmmmmm”
“Didi means aap mujhe ass boobs kiss sab karne dogi barring sex”
“sab kuchh nahin”
“mujhe jawab mil gaya” I smiled.
“Didi what are you wearing”
“salwar kameez – kyon kya hua”
“Didi do ungliyon ko suck karo”
“kyon” she asked
“karo na yaar – karo”
“hmmmm”
“ab apne nipples pe directly rub karo, 2-3 baar repeat karo”
“hmmmmmmmmmm” she complied
“soch lo main lick kar raha hoon aapke nipples”
“hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”
“Didi nipples chuswaaogi na apne bhai se” I asked
“hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” was the response
“Didi mera naam lo – Vicky choos mere boobs”
“Vicky choos….”
“ssllllrrppp – Didi Didi imagine my choos raha hoon”
“hmmmm”
“imagine Didi aapki cleavage lick kar raha hoon”
“hmmmmmmm… Vicky bas kar”
“Didi mera lund pasand aaya tha bus mein” I was blunt with her
“hmmmmmmmmm”
Didi got a call from Jijaji and we had to disconnect.
Something very interesting happened in March that year. There were three marriages in family falling in same week.
First – was in my maternal side. Out of town.
Second – was in my paternal side hence common for Didi’s family and us. Out of town.
Third – was in in-laws side of Didi. Nothing for us. In New Delhi only.
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Jijaji was in Bank and given it was year end closure time, he may have had to give Delhi one a miss too forget the out of station ones.
Both the families were close and the following was decided.
First Marriage – My Mom and Dad will go to represent our family.
Third Marriage – Didi’s daughters to go and if possible Jijaji to join.
Second Marriage – It was most tricky. Finally it was decided that Didi and I will go and will be joined by my real sister and her hubby to give a fair representation.
The marriage me and Didi was to attend was in Chandigarh. Mom Dad had to go to some place in UP. It was marriage of son of one of our (mine Didi and my sister) common cousin on paternal side and hence it was thought appropriate that we will mark attendance. The baaraat was to reach Chandigarh on Saturday with wedding on Sunday.
I had some work in Chandigarh so it was decided that I and Didi will leave on Friday itself. The bride’s side was courteous enough to book two rooms for us. So we were booked in the morning Shatabdi and we were to reach the hotel post completing my work. Didi was wearing a lovely churidar. The heavy chunni was hiding the lovely skin on display owing to the deep and broad cuts. Nothing major happened in train since they were sitting in the centre row of chairs facing each other. Those who have frequented Shatabdi will realise what I am talking about. The bride’s side was super courteous and had made arrangements for car at the station. I was not taking any chance. Any false move could mean catastrophe for all.
As we reached hotel in late afternoon, some lady from bride side landed just to ensure that all was ok and in order. It was then that we took note of the news that an agitation in Haryana had turned violent causing damage to property. No buses/trains were now plying in Haryana. Seems our Shatabdi was the last one to scbang through. A few more frantic calls also meant that only groom and his immediate family i.e parents and sister would travel via air. Air fares had gone through roof. It was a serious issue. It also meant that from paternal side it was me and Didi alone and we knew none from maternal side of the groom.
To make matters worse for us, the lady who had come to take care insisted that we join them for the dinner. As we returned, again with some family member joining us, came to know that the groom and immediate family would only come on Sunday morning and accordingly all rituals had to be taken care of. The entire scale of the programme had come down by several notches.
It also meant, I had Didi with me for full day and two nights atleast. As the pest left, I knocked on Didi’s door.
“kaun hai”
“main hoon Didi”
She opened it partially using door chain lock.
“is time kya kaam hai tujhe”
“kholo toh sahi”
“ja nahin kholungi”
“kya nahin khologi” now she realized the double meaning of the words and smiled “Didi you agreed to thoda bahut”
Now was the first time that she opened the door. I put my foot in. Now she couldn’t close it.
“Tu jaa yahan se” she said
“aap zor se door band kardo, main chala jaaunga. Chot lagegi woh alag baat hai” I said with head down.
She looked at my foot and then not in a mood to create a scene, she allowed me in.
As she turned around after closing the door, I hugged her.
“Meri Didi Jaan” I whispered
“chhod vicky” she tried to gain control.
I loosened my grip a bit and turned her around in a flash, back to my favourite position of hugging from behind.
“Didi meri jaan, itna sexy churidaar kiske liye pahena hai” I licked her entire exposed back.
“meri marzi” was the feeble response.
I rubbed my cock on her lush ass
“Didi aap toh thoda bahut ke liye maan gaye thhey, ab drama kyon?” I questioned
“Vicky tu samajh”
“Meri jaan tu samajh” all respect for an elder sister had gone, even while addressing.
I turned her around and kissed her bang on lips. It was a moment to savour. Lush lips of my Didi were something to be tasted. After about 40-45 seconds worth of resistance, she too stopped protesting and about a few seconds later, we were exchanging saliva and playing with each other’s lips and tongues. I continued kneading her ass globes and in between gave attention to her boobs too.
We kept on kissing like this for about 15-20 minutes and only disengaged when Didi got a call from Jijaji.
It was a short call of about 3-4 minutes but long enough to ignite her conscience which had been doused by passionate kisses. She asked me to leave.
Seeing the situation I left.
As I reached my room, got a call from parents on Agitation etc and I briefed them with all the information I had. After customary advice, the call ended.
After about half an hour, I called Didi over intercom.
“Didi main hoon”
“bol”
“A very good night”
“good night”
“Aaj yaad rakhna sapne mein kuchh ho jaayega” I said
“Kya hoga” she checked
“ab itni masti ke baad, kuchh toh hoga hee. Didi you are a great kisser”
“Bas Vicky”
“Boobs bhi mast hain” I continued
“Chupkar”
“Sach kahe raha hoon, mast size hai, 36D hoga”
“Chup kameene”
“Didi – meri girl friend banogi”
“kya – bas kar aur so ja” she smiled and disconnected the call. Not wanting to disturb her further, I decided against calling her again.
At around 3am, I felt uneasy. Had started shivering and felt feverish. Touched my forehead judge temperature. I could sense that I must be having about 102-103 degree fever. I shut off the AC and tried sleeping again, added the bedsheets etc to give me warmth but to no avail. At around 3.30am, I called Didi on intercom.
“Didi” I whispered shivering
“Kya hua Vicky” she could understand I was not normal.
“Didi bukhaar lag raha hai bahut shivering ho rahi hai” I said in a meek voice
“ok aati hoon”
In a few minutes, she changed to a regular salwar kameez and came to my room, with great difficulty I picked myself up to open the door. It was such a big effort for me.
She placed her hand on my forehead and cheek to gauge the fever and managed to realize that it was high. She called up hotel reception. The hotel sent a paracetamol but it was well past its expiry date. Didi shouted at them to no avail.
She asked them to call the doctor, he was travelling out of town. It was a season of marriages and hence he too was out. Alternatives were limited since it had suddenly started pouring. Anyways, hotel chaps did send a glass of warm milk and something to eat. It was not enough. Didi took some towel and gave me a sort of sponge bath. Somehow it had the opposite effect of the desired one. Temperature shot northwards and I was shivering even more. She got another blanket for me but I was still shivering.
“Didi” I whispered
“Bol Vicky”
“aap mere paas aa jaao” I mumbled and closed my eyes.
Seeing me shiver perhaps made her do that and she lay next to me in the bed. Instinctively I hugged her with my face in her neck. It was as non-sexual as it could have been. She stayed in the same position for about 20 minutes. The body heat was doing its job. I was shivering less now. I had started necking her.
“Didi – ab thoda better lag raha hai” I again said feebly
“hmmmmm”
“Didi jaana mat – please” I whispered
“ok”
I pulled her closer to me with our eyes almost at similar levels and said “Thank you Didi”
She smiled.
“Teri shivering aur kam kaise karun” she asked
“ek tareeka hai, par aap shayad nahin maanoge”
“bol toh sahi” she told me
“Didi apni bodies mein heat badhaani padegi”
“woh kaise” was obvious question from her
“wohi thoda bahut karke” I looked at her
“is time bhi tujhe wo yaad aa raha hai” she said
“didi heat aise hee generate hogi”
She just slapped my back and told “aaram kar”
I just snuggled into her with my face in her neck and held her hard ’’ Thank you Didi” I whispered and focused on the creamy skin in front of my face.
She kept on resisting the sensations from attacks on her neck.
I just pushed her kameez slightly to one side to expose her shoulder and licked it.
“mmmmmmm”… “no Vicky” and pull back of kameez to original position was the response.
I was trying many tricks like pulling kameez, rubbing her ass etc but she would manage to take control but allowed me to play for a few seconds/minutes first.
This cat and mouse game ensured that it was early morning now around 6am. She got up and left.
At around 8, I got up. Was feeling much better. Seemed it was a passing fever owing to sudden drop in temperature and nothing more. After having breakfast, I moved to Didi’s room which was basically next door.
“kaun hai”
“Didi main hoon”
She opens the door.
“Bukhaar kaisa hai”
“Utar gaya lagta hai, feeling better but aapke husn ka bukhaar chada hua hai uska kya karun” I responded romantically
She slapped my shoulder and laughed “chup nautanki”
I suddenly pull her close and hug her tight “sach kahe raha hoon didi jaan” and turn her around, her wrists are in one hand held over her head and I just pat her ass.
Hand moves to front of her salwar looking for the string to disrobe her.
She was agitating. I lick her back. She feels my lund on her ass. But as luck would have it, there is a call from bride’s side. The same lady who gave us company had called and was asking us to join them for some function at their end. To escape me perhaps or to douse her own desires, she said yes and asked me to join. I couldn’t say no. And for the added effect, she called her hubby and then my parents to inform of this function. All said we should go and I was instructed to take care of my Didi.
So I went back to my room and got ready. Wore a traditional Kurta Pyjama and waited in lobby for Didi to arrive.
And boy did she make an entrance. As the lift door opened, could see a damsel who resembled my Didi a lot but look far hotter. Had to actually do a double check to ensure that the lady in the sexy suit with very deep and broad cuts, not only half sleeves but bordering on noodle strap kurta was my Didi. The kurta was not very long, ending well above mid thighs and did a great job to show fine pieces of legs and ass in a tight salwar. She had taken a chunni which perhaps was for to ensure that everyone remains interested rather than hide assets. It was taken on one shoulder only.
“Vicky Chalen” she said
“Ji”
They had attached a car for both of us. Even the driver did have second look at Didi and involuntarily rubbed his cock over his pant.
As they reached the venue, they were very warmly received, I could see so many male members having a second, third fourth look at Didi. She was enjoying the attention to the hilt. I too was getting a second look from some sexy females and it was a lot of leg pulling going on.
The function concluded with lunch. Didi and I took leave where as the male members were on the verge of insisting that Didi stayed back and some females were batting for me too, but very few.
Anyways we decided to go back. The same driver again had a relook at Didi since she was looking even hotter owing to the dancing, sweating etc due to celebrations associated with a Punjabi wedding.
The groom and his immediate family were to arrive the next morning. I was not complaining. Agitations are not always bad.
As we entered the hotel lift, I just pressed Didi’s ass.
“oye ye kya”
“Didi you looking a maal” I responded.
We were at the 6th floor and another guest joined us in the lift. He was standing in front with back towards us. I utilized the opportunity to max and rubbed her ass to my heart’s content and even fingered her ass crack. She did nothing as couldn’t have anything. She could have done something, like pushing my hand away without creating a scene but didn’t do it either.
As we reached our floor, I walked as if I am least interested and moved towards my room, she thought that I was least concerned so was a bit leisurely in opening the door. Seizing the opportunity I just pounced on her, pushed her in and closed the door behind us and even before she could realize what had happened, was licking her exposed skin, a lot of it for the taking. Pressing the ass mounds, boobs, even rubbed her pussy over her tight salwar.
She was trying to get away, but I was holding her very strongly. The harder she tried, the harder my cock rubbed against her ass. After few such rubs she realized that the tool in room was of more than decent dimensions but pretext of trying to be free were to be kept. I was on verge of becoming an animal to devour her.
She was thinking that I would disrobe her, I did the opposite. Just disrobed with my 7 inch very thick cock coming full view.
Didi was still making all the right noises in such a situation but her eyes were focused and locked onto the thick cucumber available in front.
I decided to torment her more and turned back to go to my room.
She was aghast.
My cock had left an inedible impression on her mind. It was a god damn thick impression.
As she heard my door close, she called me after a few minutes,I was on my bed in birthday suit stroking my cucumber.
“Kya tha ye” she thundered
“Wohi jo aap bahut baar enjoy kar chuke ho” I was cool as a cucumber
“Shut up” was the response
“OK” and I kept silent
“kyon kiya ye tune”
“meri marzi” I responded.
“kya bakwaas hai”
“bakwaas nahin hai – mera pyaara sa Lund hai” I said
“Shut up”
“ok” was the polite response from me.
“Didi” I said
“kya hai”
“I love you” I said
“mujhe baat nahin karni” she said
“ok” was the polite response and I kept the phone down.
She called back again.
“phone kyon rakkha” she felt offended I guess
I thought to myself she told me not to talk and then angry at my putting the phone down.
“Didi ek minute call karta hoon” I said and her temperature went down by a bit only I guess.
I wore clothes and knocked her door, as she opened it partially, I barged in.
I pushed her back and closed the door and locked it.
As she came charging towards me, I gave a light one on her face. She was aghast
“kya drama machaya hua hai” I thundered and before she could get her bearings right, I just pushed her to the wall and started licking her neck, her cheeks, her lips, pressing her boobs, ass.
After an initial protest, she too joined but a bit reluctantly.
I moved back. “Nahin karne dogi?” I questioned.
Before she could answer, I removed my lower, wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
I just held her hand and forced her to hold my cock. She held it, albeit a bit reluctantly, and then marveled at its girth. Length was appreciably long but it was the thickness and hardness that had taken her breath away. Her bosom were heaving up and down. I was looking at her with a smile on my lips.
My one hand moved over her boobs with the other one near her hand holding my cock.
“mmmmmm” she moaned as my finger rubbed her nipples. Then I decided to play tormentor.
I pulled her close and gave a long French one which she enjoyed thoroughly, licked her neck again, her cleavage, all exposed skin was shining with my saliva coating.
And when she was nearing surrender, I moved back and said “Chahiye toh mere paas aana”
I left her high and dry.
How could Vicky do it to me was the recurring question in her mind.
I went back to my room and started talking with Anju.
“hi maamu”
“hi sexy”
“kya chal raha hai mom ke sath“
“men at work”
“toh progress hui”
“tujhe kya lagta hai”
“hmmm kuchh toh ho gayi hogi” said she.
“Anju you want me to have sex with Didi. Jo tum kahogi wohi hoga”
“I wouldn’t mind as long as aap mere paas ho”
“mmuuuaahhh meri jaan” I said lovingly. “dekh thodi der mein didi khud meri godi mein aayegi”
Just at that moment I got a call from Didi on intercom.
“haanji”
“tere se baat karni hai” she said
“ abhi phone pe hoon – thodi der baad” I kept the receiver down
“Teri maa utaawali ho rahi hai chudne ke liye”I told Anju
“toh le lo Maamu kisne roka hai” said she
After talking a lot many things with Anju and turning down attempts by Didi to talk to me by ignoring her and putting down the receiver, I told her “teri maa mein bahut aag lagi hui hai”
“aapne hee bhadkaayi hogi” said a laughing Anju.
“ek din tum dono maa beti ki ek saath loonga” I said while concluding the conversation
Then I called Didi
“Haanji bolo”
bahut hero ban raha hai tu – said she.
Kya ho gaya didi
Ekdum kyon bhaag gaya tu – she said angrily
I want you to come to me – I said politely
Sun jo tu kar raha hai woh galat hai
I know – I said in brief
Samajh tu
I know. Didi waise aap bahut sexy ho, ekdum makkhan malai ho. Meri jaan ho
She said Chup but was more comfortable now.
Didi main apne room mein hoon, door is open, waiting for you. I virtually ordered her.
Hmmmm was the response and after about 20 minutes of excruciating pain, I saw the door move.
As she walked towards me, I bent down on one knee, picked up a rose flower and offered it to her “ to my sexiest Didi” and smiled.
The ice breaker had worked. She too smiled.
She stood close, my hands encircled her ample and well shaped ass with my face buried in her stomach.
As we were about to move further, her hubby called. She panicked and wanted to leave, I held her hand and forced her to sit in my lap. She had her back towards me and was talking to him. Unknown to her, I was capturing a video of the same for my Anju.
As she was talking, I opened the zip of her kameez and pulled it down and licked her back. She arched her back. I rubbed her fleshy thighs. My poor Jijaji had no idea about how she was being taken care by her younger cousin. My hands went to her milk depots and weighed each in my hand. Rubbed her nipples to make her go mad. Could see how difficult it was for her to hold her voice steady. I was now licking her neck, she was going crazy with her head movements not knowing what to do.
She loved her hubby but hated her for calling her at that time.
She hated Vicky for making her reach that state but wanted him to continue.
Women are complex creatures!!
“hello didi – kaise ho aap”
“kahan thaa bhai itne din – bhool gaya apni Didi ko” said she
“Didi aapko koi kaise bhool sakta hai, baaki sab kahan hai” I casually asked.
“Sab apne apne kaam pe gaye hain, bor ho rahi thee”
By then I too had moved to a more secluded spot in office.
After a few more minutes of talk, I said “muuahh muuuahhh muuahhh”
“oye ye kya hai” she asked
“apni jaan ko kiss kar raha hoon”
“chup oye”
“Didi us din you enjoyed taking my name while pressing your ass” I asked pointedly.
“hmmmmm … Vicky galti ho gayi thee mujhse, isliye thoda bahut allow kar rahi hoon” she reasoned
“samajh gaya didi, but I love you”
“hmmmmm”
“Didi means aap mujhe ass boobs kiss sab karne dogi barring sex”
“sab kuchh nahin”
“mujhe jawab mil gaya” I smiled.
“Didi what are you wearing”
“salwar kameez – kyon kya hua”
“Didi do ungliyon ko suck karo”
“kyon” she asked
“karo na yaar – karo”
“hmmmm”
“ab apne nipples pe directly rub karo, 2-3 baar repeat karo”
“hmmmmmmmmmm” she complied
“soch lo main lick kar raha hoon aapke nipples”
“hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”
“Didi nipples chuswaaogi na apne bhai se” I asked
“hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” was the response
“Didi mera naam lo – Vicky choos mere boobs”
“Vicky choos….”
“ssllllrrppp – Didi Didi imagine my choos raha hoon”
“hmmmm”
“imagine Didi aapki cleavage lick kar raha hoon”
“hmmmmmmm… Vicky bas kar”
“Didi mera lund pasand aaya tha bus mein” I was blunt with her
“hmmmmmmmmm”
Didi got a call from Jijaji and we had to disconnect.
Something very interesting happened in March that year. There were three marriages in family falling in same week.
First – was in my maternal side. Out of town.
Second – was in my paternal side hence common for Didi’s family and us. Out of town.
Third – was in in-laws side of Didi. Nothing for us. In New Delhi only.
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Jijaji was in Bank and given it was year end closure time, he may have had to give Delhi one a miss too forget the out of station ones.
Both the families were close and the following was decided.
First Marriage – My Mom and Dad will go to represent our family.
Third Marriage – Didi’s daughters to go and if possible Jijaji to join.
Second Marriage – It was most tricky. Finally it was decided that Didi and I will go and will be joined by my real sister and her hubby to give a fair representation.
The marriage me and Didi was to attend was in Chandigarh. Mom Dad had to go to some place in UP. It was marriage of son of one of our (mine Didi and my sister) common cousin on paternal side and hence it was thought appropriate that we will mark attendance. The baaraat was to reach Chandigarh on Saturday with wedding on Sunday.
I had some work in Chandigarh so it was decided that I and Didi will leave on Friday itself. The bride’s side was courteous enough to book two rooms for us. So we were booked in the morning Shatabdi and we were to reach the hotel post completing my work. Didi was wearing a lovely churidar. The heavy chunni was hiding the lovely skin on display owing to the deep and broad cuts. Nothing major happened in train since they were sitting in the centre row of chairs facing each other. Those who have frequented Shatabdi will realise what I am talking about. The bride’s side was super courteous and had made arrangements for car at the station. I was not taking any chance. Any false move could mean catastrophe for all.
As we reached hotel in late afternoon, some lady from bride side landed just to ensure that all was ok and in order. It was then that we took note of the news that an agitation in Haryana had turned violent causing damage to property. No buses/trains were now plying in Haryana. Seems our Shatabdi was the last one to scbang through. A few more frantic calls also meant that only groom and his immediate family i.e parents and sister would travel via air. Air fares had gone through roof. It was a serious issue. It also meant that from paternal side it was me and Didi alone and we knew none from maternal side of the groom.
To make matters worse for us, the lady who had come to take care insisted that we join them for the dinner. As we returned, again with some family member joining us, came to know that the groom and immediate family would only come on Sunday morning and accordingly all rituals had to be taken care of. The entire scale of the programme had come down by several notches.
It also meant, I had Didi with me for full day and two nights atleast. As the pest left, I knocked on Didi’s door.
“kaun hai”
“main hoon Didi”
She opened it partially using door chain lock.
“is time kya kaam hai tujhe”
“kholo toh sahi”
“ja nahin kholungi”
“kya nahin khologi” now she realized the double meaning of the words and smiled “Didi you agreed to thoda bahut”
Now was the first time that she opened the door. I put my foot in. Now she couldn’t close it.
“Tu jaa yahan se” she said
“aap zor se door band kardo, main chala jaaunga. Chot lagegi woh alag baat hai” I said with head down.
She looked at my foot and then not in a mood to create a scene, she allowed me in.
As she turned around after closing the door, I hugged her.
“Meri Didi Jaan” I whispered
“chhod vicky” she tried to gain control.
I loosened my grip a bit and turned her around in a flash, back to my favourite position of hugging from behind.
“Didi meri jaan, itna sexy churidaar kiske liye pahena hai” I licked her entire exposed back.
“meri marzi” was the feeble response.
I rubbed my cock on her lush ass
“Didi aap toh thoda bahut ke liye maan gaye thhey, ab drama kyon?” I questioned
“Vicky tu samajh”
“Meri jaan tu samajh” all respect for an elder sister had gone, even while addressing.
I turned her around and kissed her bang on lips. It was a moment to savour. Lush lips of my Didi were something to be tasted. After about 40-45 seconds worth of resistance, she too stopped protesting and about a few seconds later, we were exchanging saliva and playing with each other’s lips and tongues. I continued kneading her ass globes and in between gave attention to her boobs too.
We kept on kissing like this for about 15-20 minutes and only disengaged when Didi got a call from Jijaji.
It was a short call of about 3-4 minutes but long enough to ignite her conscience which had been doused by passionate kisses. She asked me to leave.
Seeing the situation I left.
As I reached my room, got a call from parents on Agitation etc and I briefed them with all the information I had. After customary advice, the call ended.
After about half an hour, I called Didi over intercom.
“Didi main hoon”
“bol”
“A very good night”
“good night”
“Aaj yaad rakhna sapne mein kuchh ho jaayega” I said
“Kya hoga” she checked
“ab itni masti ke baad, kuchh toh hoga hee. Didi you are a great kisser”
“Bas Vicky”
“Boobs bhi mast hain” I continued
“Chupkar”
“Sach kahe raha hoon, mast size hai, 36D hoga”
“Chup kameene”
“Didi – meri girl friend banogi”
“kya – bas kar aur so ja” she smiled and disconnected the call. Not wanting to disturb her further, I decided against calling her again.
At around 3am, I felt uneasy. Had started shivering and felt feverish. Touched my forehead judge temperature. I could sense that I must be having about 102-103 degree fever. I shut off the AC and tried sleeping again, added the bedsheets etc to give me warmth but to no avail. At around 3.30am, I called Didi on intercom.
“Didi” I whispered shivering
“Kya hua Vicky” she could understand I was not normal.
“Didi bukhaar lag raha hai bahut shivering ho rahi hai” I said in a meek voice
“ok aati hoon”
In a few minutes, she changed to a regular salwar kameez and came to my room, with great difficulty I picked myself up to open the door. It was such a big effort for me.
She placed her hand on my forehead and cheek to gauge the fever and managed to realize that it was high. She called up hotel reception. The hotel sent a paracetamol but it was well past its expiry date. Didi shouted at them to no avail.
She asked them to call the doctor, he was travelling out of town. It was a season of marriages and hence he too was out. Alternatives were limited since it had suddenly started pouring. Anyways, hotel chaps did send a glass of warm milk and something to eat. It was not enough. Didi took some towel and gave me a sort of sponge bath. Somehow it had the opposite effect of the desired one. Temperature shot northwards and I was shivering even more. She got another blanket for me but I was still shivering.
“Didi” I whispered
“Bol Vicky”
“aap mere paas aa jaao” I mumbled and closed my eyes.
Seeing me shiver perhaps made her do that and she lay next to me in the bed. Instinctively I hugged her with my face in her neck. It was as non-sexual as it could have been. She stayed in the same position for about 20 minutes. The body heat was doing its job. I was shivering less now. I had started necking her.
“Didi – ab thoda better lag raha hai” I again said feebly
“hmmmmm”
“Didi jaana mat – please” I whispered
“ok”
I pulled her closer to me with our eyes almost at similar levels and said “Thank you Didi”
She smiled.
“Teri shivering aur kam kaise karun” she asked
“ek tareeka hai, par aap shayad nahin maanoge”
“bol toh sahi” she told me
“Didi apni bodies mein heat badhaani padegi”
“woh kaise” was obvious question from her
“wohi thoda bahut karke” I looked at her
“is time bhi tujhe wo yaad aa raha hai” she said
“didi heat aise hee generate hogi”
She just slapped my back and told “aaram kar”
I just snuggled into her with my face in her neck and held her hard ’’ Thank you Didi” I whispered and focused on the creamy skin in front of my face.
She kept on resisting the sensations from attacks on her neck.
I just pushed her kameez slightly to one side to expose her shoulder and licked it.
“mmmmmmm”… “no Vicky” and pull back of kameez to original position was the response.
I was trying many tricks like pulling kameez, rubbing her ass etc but she would manage to take control but allowed me to play for a few seconds/minutes first.
This cat and mouse game ensured that it was early morning now around 6am. She got up and left.
At around 8, I got up. Was feeling much better. Seemed it was a passing fever owing to sudden drop in temperature and nothing more. After having breakfast, I moved to Didi’s room which was basically next door.
“kaun hai”
“Didi main hoon”
She opens the door.
“Bukhaar kaisa hai”
“Utar gaya lagta hai, feeling better but aapke husn ka bukhaar chada hua hai uska kya karun” I responded romantically
She slapped my shoulder and laughed “chup nautanki”
I suddenly pull her close and hug her tight “sach kahe raha hoon didi jaan” and turn her around, her wrists are in one hand held over her head and I just pat her ass.
Hand moves to front of her salwar looking for the string to disrobe her.
She was agitating. I lick her back. She feels my lund on her ass. But as luck would have it, there is a call from bride’s side. The same lady who gave us company had called and was asking us to join them for some function at their end. To escape me perhaps or to douse her own desires, she said yes and asked me to join. I couldn’t say no. And for the added effect, she called her hubby and then my parents to inform of this function. All said we should go and I was instructed to take care of my Didi.
So I went back to my room and got ready. Wore a traditional Kurta Pyjama and waited in lobby for Didi to arrive.
And boy did she make an entrance. As the lift door opened, could see a damsel who resembled my Didi a lot but look far hotter. Had to actually do a double check to ensure that the lady in the sexy suit with very deep and broad cuts, not only half sleeves but bordering on noodle strap kurta was my Didi. The kurta was not very long, ending well above mid thighs and did a great job to show fine pieces of legs and ass in a tight salwar. She had taken a chunni which perhaps was for to ensure that everyone remains interested rather than hide assets. It was taken on one shoulder only.
“Vicky Chalen” she said
“Ji”
They had attached a car for both of us. Even the driver did have second look at Didi and involuntarily rubbed his cock over his pant.
As they reached the venue, they were very warmly received, I could see so many male members having a second, third fourth look at Didi. She was enjoying the attention to the hilt. I too was getting a second look from some sexy females and it was a lot of leg pulling going on.
The function concluded with lunch. Didi and I took leave where as the male members were on the verge of insisting that Didi stayed back and some females were batting for me too, but very few.
Anyways we decided to go back. The same driver again had a relook at Didi since she was looking even hotter owing to the dancing, sweating etc due to celebrations associated with a Punjabi wedding.
The groom and his immediate family were to arrive the next morning. I was not complaining. Agitations are not always bad.
As we entered the hotel lift, I just pressed Didi’s ass.
“oye ye kya”
“Didi you looking a maal” I responded.
We were at the 6th floor and another guest joined us in the lift. He was standing in front with back towards us. I utilized the opportunity to max and rubbed her ass to my heart’s content and even fingered her ass crack. She did nothing as couldn’t have anything. She could have done something, like pushing my hand away without creating a scene but didn’t do it either.
As we reached our floor, I walked as if I am least interested and moved towards my room, she thought that I was least concerned so was a bit leisurely in opening the door. Seizing the opportunity I just pounced on her, pushed her in and closed the door behind us and even before she could realize what had happened, was licking her exposed skin, a lot of it for the taking. Pressing the ass mounds, boobs, even rubbed her pussy over her tight salwar.
She was trying to get away, but I was holding her very strongly. The harder she tried, the harder my cock rubbed against her ass. After few such rubs she realized that the tool in room was of more than decent dimensions but pretext of trying to be free were to be kept. I was on verge of becoming an animal to devour her.
She was thinking that I would disrobe her, I did the opposite. Just disrobed with my 7 inch very thick cock coming full view.
Didi was still making all the right noises in such a situation but her eyes were focused and locked onto the thick cucumber available in front.
I decided to torment her more and turned back to go to my room.
She was aghast.
My cock had left an inedible impression on her mind. It was a god damn thick impression.
As she heard my door close, she called me after a few minutes,I was on my bed in birthday suit stroking my cucumber.
“Kya tha ye” she thundered
“Wohi jo aap bahut baar enjoy kar chuke ho” I was cool as a cucumber
“Shut up” was the response
“OK” and I kept silent
“kyon kiya ye tune”
“meri marzi” I responded.
“kya bakwaas hai”
“bakwaas nahin hai – mera pyaara sa Lund hai” I said
“Shut up”
“ok” was the polite response from me.
“Didi” I said
“kya hai”
“I love you” I said
“mujhe baat nahin karni” she said
“ok” was the polite response and I kept the phone down.
She called back again.
“phone kyon rakkha” she felt offended I guess
I thought to myself she told me not to talk and then angry at my putting the phone down.
“Didi ek minute call karta hoon” I said and her temperature went down by a bit only I guess.
I wore clothes and knocked her door, as she opened it partially, I barged in.
I pushed her back and closed the door and locked it.
As she came charging towards me, I gave a light one on her face. She was aghast
“kya drama machaya hua hai” I thundered and before she could get her bearings right, I just pushed her to the wall and started licking her neck, her cheeks, her lips, pressing her boobs, ass.
After an initial protest, she too joined but a bit reluctantly.
I moved back. “Nahin karne dogi?” I questioned.
Before she could answer, I removed my lower, wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
I just held her hand and forced her to hold my cock. She held it, albeit a bit reluctantly, and then marveled at its girth. Length was appreciably long but it was the thickness and hardness that had taken her breath away. Her bosom were heaving up and down. I was looking at her with a smile on my lips.
My one hand moved over her boobs with the other one near her hand holding my cock.
“mmmmmm” she moaned as my finger rubbed her nipples. Then I decided to play tormentor.
I pulled her close and gave a long French one which she enjoyed thoroughly, licked her neck again, her cleavage, all exposed skin was shining with my saliva coating.
And when she was nearing surrender, I moved back and said “Chahiye toh mere paas aana”
I left her high and dry.
How could Vicky do it to me was the recurring question in her mind.
I went back to my room and started talking with Anju.
“hi maamu”
“hi sexy”
“kya chal raha hai mom ke sath“
“men at work”
“toh progress hui”
“tujhe kya lagta hai”
“hmmm kuchh toh ho gayi hogi” said she.
“Anju you want me to have sex with Didi. Jo tum kahogi wohi hoga”
“I wouldn’t mind as long as aap mere paas ho”
“mmuuuaahhh meri jaan” I said lovingly. “dekh thodi der mein didi khud meri godi mein aayegi”
Just at that moment I got a call from Didi on intercom.
“haanji”
“tere se baat karni hai” she said
“ abhi phone pe hoon – thodi der baad” I kept the receiver down
“Teri maa utaawali ho rahi hai chudne ke liye”I told Anju
“toh le lo Maamu kisne roka hai” said she
After talking a lot many things with Anju and turning down attempts by Didi to talk to me by ignoring her and putting down the receiver, I told her “teri maa mein bahut aag lagi hui hai”
“aapne hee bhadkaayi hogi” said a laughing Anju.
“ek din tum dono maa beti ki ek saath loonga” I said while concluding the conversation
Then I called Didi
“Haanji bolo”
bahut hero ban raha hai tu – said she.
Kya ho gaya didi
Ekdum kyon bhaag gaya tu – she said angrily
I want you to come to me – I said politely
Sun jo tu kar raha hai woh galat hai
I know – I said in brief
Samajh tu
I know. Didi waise aap bahut sexy ho, ekdum makkhan malai ho. Meri jaan ho
She said Chup but was more comfortable now.
Didi main apne room mein hoon, door is open, waiting for you. I virtually ordered her.
Hmmmm was the response and after about 20 minutes of excruciating pain, I saw the door move.
As she walked towards me, I bent down on one knee, picked up a rose flower and offered it to her “ to my sexiest Didi” and smiled.
The ice breaker had worked. She too smiled.
She stood close, my hands encircled her ample and well shaped ass with my face buried in her stomach.
As we were about to move further, her hubby called. She panicked and wanted to leave, I held her hand and forced her to sit in my lap. She had her back towards me and was talking to him. Unknown to her, I was capturing a video of the same for my Anju.
As she was talking, I opened the zip of her kameez and pulled it down and licked her back. She arched her back. I rubbed her fleshy thighs. My poor Jijaji had no idea about how she was being taken care by her younger cousin. My hands went to her milk depots and weighed each in my hand. Rubbed her nipples to make her go mad. Could see how difficult it was for her to hold her voice steady. I was now licking her neck, she was going crazy with her head movements not knowing what to do.
She loved her hubby but hated her for calling her at that time.
She hated Vicky for making her reach that state but wanted him to continue.
Women are complex creatures!!
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