Chat leads to Sins

[Dreamer0410]

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 J

 

“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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I had by now put my hand under her top and was moving down south for some fingering pleasure. She was trying to dissuade me with expressions which said that her hubby is on a telecon. I was not the one to listen. Just kept on licking her back and moving down south.

 

Finally the call ended bringing relief to three. Didi me and my cock.

 

I turned her face and engaged in a passionate French kiss with her with my hands roaming all over her body like I owned it.  And I did own it though temporarily for then.

 

She was ready for me to devour but just at the time the wretched phone rang. Again from the bride’s side for some stupid ceremony.  This time both Didi and I wanted to kill them or call off the marriage atleast.

 

Anyways we had to disengage since the stupid lady was on her way to pick us up.

 

I changed to something casual and Didi changed to a red hot saree with ample skin show. She had her hair tied in a loose knot giving her a more seductive look.  She was looking at me for some appreciation. I kissed her exposed shoulder in the lift and said “aaj toh bijliyan gira dogi meri jaan”

 

She was happy at being called my jaan.

 

The lady who had come to take us was no pushover herself in looks but paled when compared with Didi.  She was wearing a sexy lahenga choli exposing acres of skin. The lady’s name was Savita and she hugged Didi again. I was smiling.

 

She looked at me and asked “Tabiyat kaisee hai aapki”

 

“Ji ab theek hai, Didi ne bahut dhyaan rakkha” I said “aap didi se toh aise mil rahe ho jaise kab ke bichhde mile hain” and smiled

 

Didi too smiled and pitched in “tujhse nahin milee aise isliye ?”

 

“That can be a factor” I said smilingly.

 

“Achcha ji?” said a smiling Savita and opened her arms for me to hug. I hugged her nice and for more than just a few seconds.

 

I whispered in her ear “Savita ji kayamat lag rahi ho – peeth pe bana tattoo bahut sexy look de raha hai” she had a small heart shaped tattoo just below her neck.

 

As we disengaged she smiled at me.  Before anyone could say anything further, I said “Savita Bhabhi ji aapko mujhe ek aur hug dena hoga”

 

Didi jumped in “kyon bhai”

 

“Didi kal se aap ne kitni baar hug kiya hai – no discrimination should be made on basis of gender” I announced to be met by all round laughter.

 

She opened her arms for me and this time I was more confident “lehenga choli is giving you a much sexier look. Curves bahut sahi lag rahe hain. Gustaakhi karwa ke hee manogi” and I just patted a few inches above her ass on lower back. 

 

She was dazed, didn’t know how to react but managed to smile at me.

 

We reached the venue and all males went bonkers over Savita and Didi. I too managed a few gazes from young females.

 

The function included a lot of fun, jokes and me & Didi being the only one from groom’s side were centre of attention for being the butt of all jokes from bride’s side. All was taken in stride. All of us danced for quite some time and as the energy levels went down it translated to a quiet evening.

 

Savita was going towards the terrace to attend to something, I managed to sneak out behind her without anyone noticing.  The passage to the terrace was dark for about 5-7 mtrs with almost zero visibility. I hid there and saw the proceedings. Saw Savita talking and gesturing very naughtily and then a tight hug with some male other than her hubby. I was pleasantly surprised. He took some very sexy pics of hers.

 

The guy left after pressing her boobs etc.  He came and went via a different route. 

 

As she was coming towards the dark passage, I just held her hand and placed one on her mouth.

 

“Savita Bhabhi ji main Vicky hee hoon, shor mat machana, dekh chuka hoon photo session”

 

She had lost the battle even before it began.

 

“tum ho bahut raseeli meri Bhabhi jaan” I whispered

 

 I had placed her against a wall and licked her entire cleavage, upper bossom and as was about to kiss her face and lips she said no “pata chal jaayega”

 

I smiled.

 

“Yahan nahin chalega” and I bent down on my knees, lifted her lehenga and started kissing her legs with thighs coming in for special attention.

 

She started squirming, I gave a bite on her pussy over her panty.

 

I came out and turned her around and opened a few doris of her choli and pushed her sexy choli southwards and played with her boobs for a few minutes. Given the location and situation, time was at a premium. Took her hand and placed on my cock and made her to pump it over my trousers. While doing so she smiled at me.

 

We felt there was some movement at the floor below and people were asking for Savita Bhabhi. She got herself organized and before she moved down I pressed her ass hard. She loved it.

 

As I went down and met Didi, she asked “kahan tha”

 

“Didi terrace pet ha”

 

“Akele ya kisi ke saath”

 

“Aapko kya lagta hai” I asked her.

 

She looked around and noticed Savita looking at us rather intently and then said “tu akela nahin hoga”

 

I smiled and then she whispered “Savita thee kya”

 

I smiled again. She too smiled.

 

Since it was me and Didi from Groom’s side so the bride’s side decided to corner us and have some fun at our expense. It is normal part of weddings in North India and we were game for it.