19-12-2018, 02:56 PM
Part - 74
Letting go of her left leg, I got her to place her right foot on my knee, and repeated the same, even as she watched me silently, with a shy smile on her face. The first time I'd seen her at Amisha's party, she'd come across as a tease, confident in her abilities to seduce guys with her flirtatious mannerisms, and sexy body. However, now I was beginning to see her in a new light. Underneath that dusky, seductive exterior, lay an uncomplicated, straightforward girl; and I liked her even more for being that.
As I took off both her anklets, and handed it to her, she thanked me wordlessly, continuing to gaze at me with those large, round, typically South Indian eyes of hers. Hearing noises from the bedroom, I got on my feet and stood up. "Mini, come here please..." I heard Sarla bhabhi call, as Mini got up from the sofa and went inside. As I walked into her kitchen, to help myself to a glass of water, I saw Sarla bhabhi showing Mini a couple of cotton night-gowns, asking her to choose one.
As I stood in the kitchen, sipping on some cold water from a bottle in the fridge, I heard the doors of both bedrooms shut, and realized that both Biju and Mini had closed the doors to change into the night clothes that Sarla bhabhi had given them. Sarla bhabhi came into the kitchen, and upon seeing me, smiled. I had not switched on the light in the kitchen, and I saw that she had taken off that long flowing ghunghat that served as a pallu, and now was clad only in the ghaagra-choli.
As my eyes took in the curvy, albeit somewhat fleshy body of hers, those lush, full, 34-C breasts resting gently under the choli, looking shapely thanks to those bra-pads, she walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Gently pushing me back against the kitchen platform, she pressed herself to me, her belly pressing against my crotch, and her lush, breasts pressing against my chest. Looking at me, she said "Thank you, beta ... I had a lovely time today..." genuine warmth on her face.
"Me too, aunty ... and all thanks to you..." I replied warmly, sliding my hands behind her waist, and caressing the fleshy, smooth skin of her bare back. Hearing the sounds of one of the bedroom doors opening, we quickly disengaged. It was Biju who'd come out, having changed into one of Sarla bhabhi's son's collared t-shirts, and a pair of thick, knit track- pants. The clothes were distinctly undersized for the strapping Biju, and I could see how his broad shoulders bulged through the t-shirt, the short sleeves of the t-shirt stretched tight around his muscular biceps.
He had that naturally chiseled body, that no amount of pumping weights in a gym could replicate, and I saw Sarla bhabhi also looking at him admiringly. Grinning at him, I said "You have a great physique, Biju..." to which he just smiled, embarrassed at being given that compliment in front of a woman. "No wonder, he picked me up so easily..." Sarla bhabhi said with a little chuckle, eyeing his muscular arms, as she walked past him, gently patting him on his shoulder. Pleased with her comment, Biju beamed.
His dark, oily skin was glistening with sweat, and asked me where the bathroom was, since he wanted to have a quick shower. Having showed him the bathroom, I came back to the living room. Both the bedroom doors were again closed, Mini in one, and Sarla bhabhi the other one. I too was sweating, and taking off my silk kurta, I flopped down on the comfortable sofa, clad only in my jeans and the sleeveless vest I wore underneath.
Mini came out of the bedroom shortly; having changed into the night-clothes Sarla bhabhi had given her. She had changed into one of Sarla bhabhi's old white cotton night gowns, commonly referred to as a maxi, which had pink floral patterns printed on it, with a wide round neck, and buttons in front. I was sure that this maxi was one that Sarla bhabhi would have stopped wearing quite some time back, having outgrown it. But it still was too big for Mini's slender frame.
She looked like a child wearing grown-up's clothes in that oversized maxi, the shoulders falling way below hers, and the neck too deep and wide, As she walked into the room, clutching the neck of the maxi, which was too deep and low for her structure, the breeze from the fan made her gown billow out like a balloon. As she clutched at the gown frantically, one hand on her neck, and the other around her knees, trying to keep it from billowing up further, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... please don't laugh..." she cried, embarrassed to the core. Chuckling, I said "You better come and sit here ... before the fan blows you away..." I said chuckling, patting the sofa on my side. She blushed, and ambled forward, clutching the gown, and came and sat down by my side. As she sat down, she reached behind her back and pulled the gown back at her neck, trying not to let it fall too low in front.
As she did that, I saw that the white straps of her bra at the shoulders were impossible to hide, owing to the wide, round neck of the gown. Despite her trying to pull the gown back from behind, the neck of the gown still came up just above her pert, young breasts; the tennis ball like roundness of them straining against the gown, as she pulled the gown back. I watched her with an amused smile, turned on at the same time.
Seeing me continuing to smile, she looked at me with a hurt expression on her face, and said "Oh, please bhaiyyaa ... I know I look like a joker in this..." her tone and her expression, making me burst our laughing. Her dark angular face became a shade darker, and her slender lips pouted, when she saw me laugh. Reaching out for her, I placed my arm across her shoulders, and said to her "Oh, Mini ... yes, you look like a joker ... but you also look really cute in this..." struggling to control my laughter, even as I squeezed her shoulder.
Realizing that she was just a 17-year old, who would only get hurt if I teased her more, I quit laughing. With my left arm still dbangd across her slender shoulder, my fingers touching her bare neck, I reached out and placed the palm of my right hand on her slender thighs. Caressing the muscular flesh of her thighs, I said softly "Oh, Mini ... do you know how sexy you look to me ... even in this..." referring to her oversized maxi, and realizing that she did not have anything like a petticoat under the gown, as I felt the firmness of her thighs.
She looked up at me quickly, as if to check if I was still mocking her, and upon seeing the soft expression on my face, relaxed a bit. "I mean it, Mini..." I said softly, trying to dispel her doubts. And to be honest, I meant it; for somehow, the sight of her slight frame in that oversized maxi, had turned me on, and I had felt my cock stiffening inside my jeans. She managed an embarrassed smile, relieved that I was not mocking her any longer, and mumbled "You've been very sweet to me, bhaiyyaa..." looking away shyly.
As she relaxed, I pulled my hand away from her lap, and sat back in the sofa, not wanting her brother to come in and see me touching his sister. However, I left my arm dbangd across the backrest of the sofa, touching her shoulders, even as she pulled her legs up on to the sofa, under the maxi, and sat back in the sofa, folding her legs. We sat there silently, my fingers gently caressing her shoulder, and I could see that she was extremely conscious of herself in my presence. After a while, she said "Bhaiyyaa ... your mood got spoilt because of Amisha, no... ?" the tone more of a statement than a question.
"Of course, not ... why do you say so... ?" I shot back instinctively, annoyed that she'd seen through me so easily. Alarmed that she'd only annoyed me by asking that, she quickly corrected herself, and said "No, no ... I thought ... oh, nothing ... forget it, bhaiyyaa..." desperately trying to change the topic. Once again, there was an awkward silence, both of us thinking about something, before I took a deep breath, and said "OK, you are right ... yes, I was a bit disappointed with her ... but now I'm fine ... I guess I pamper her so much ... so I expect some things from her..." my tone soft, yet honest.
She looked at me, and pursed her lips, her eyes understanding. "And I'm sorry, I snapped..." I said to her by way of an apology, pursing my lips. "Oh, no ... please ... you don't have to say that..." she said immediately, reaching out to touch my knee, embarrassed at me having to apologize to her. Giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze, I said "In fact, to tell you the truth ... I'm glad she didn't come back with us ... because that way ... atleast I got to spend some time alone with you..." my voice soft, as I looked at her fondly.
As she continued to gaze into her lap, fidgeting with her fingers, I added "Mini ... the more I have known you ... the more I am starting to like you ... and I feel good being with you..." trying my best to convince her about how I felt about her, and meaning every word of what I said. Lifting her gaze, she looked into my eyes, and said ever so softly "Thank you for saying that, bhaiyyaa ... that ... that means so much to me..." surprising me with the clarity and honesty that she said these words with.
We heard the sounds of the bathroom door opening, and she quickly pulled her hand away from my knee. Biju came out of the bathroom, looking visibly refreshed, toweling his wet, curly, black hair. Getting up from the sofa, I said to no one in particular "Guess, I'll go take a shower too..." beginning to walk towards the bathroom.
As I crossed him, Biju exclaimed "What, bhaiyyaa ... you were making fun of me or what ... you have such a good body too..." looking at my shoulders, chest, and arms, which I'd been painstakingly trying to develop with my amateurish weight training in the terrace. Anyone who'd seen the two of us would have clearly seen that Biju was far more muscular and obviously stronger than I was; but I liked him for being kind enough to compliment me nonetheless.
"Shut up, junior..." I said with a laugh, playfully punching him on his rock-hard abdomen, before getting into the bathroom and closing the door behind me. As I stripped naked, and let the cool water from the shower drench me, I clutched my semi hard cock, and fisted it a few times, wondering what lay in store for my insatiable cock in the night ahead. Finishing my shower, I toweled myself dry, and pulling on my vest, and wrapping the towel around my waist, stepped out of the shower.
The three of them were sitting in the living room, chatting casually, and my eyes immediately went to Sarla bhabhi. She'd changed into thick, velvey soft, wine-red night robe of sorts that was tied together in the front at her waist by a thick, flat sash. I'd never seen her wear this, and realized that she'd probably dug it out from her collection, for the benefit of the strapping young Biju, who was so obviously bedazzled by her sexuality.
Letting go of her left leg, I got her to place her right foot on my knee, and repeated the same, even as she watched me silently, with a shy smile on her face. The first time I'd seen her at Amisha's party, she'd come across as a tease, confident in her abilities to seduce guys with her flirtatious mannerisms, and sexy body. However, now I was beginning to see her in a new light. Underneath that dusky, seductive exterior, lay an uncomplicated, straightforward girl; and I liked her even more for being that.
As I took off both her anklets, and handed it to her, she thanked me wordlessly, continuing to gaze at me with those large, round, typically South Indian eyes of hers. Hearing noises from the bedroom, I got on my feet and stood up. "Mini, come here please..." I heard Sarla bhabhi call, as Mini got up from the sofa and went inside. As I walked into her kitchen, to help myself to a glass of water, I saw Sarla bhabhi showing Mini a couple of cotton night-gowns, asking her to choose one.
As I stood in the kitchen, sipping on some cold water from a bottle in the fridge, I heard the doors of both bedrooms shut, and realized that both Biju and Mini had closed the doors to change into the night clothes that Sarla bhabhi had given them. Sarla bhabhi came into the kitchen, and upon seeing me, smiled. I had not switched on the light in the kitchen, and I saw that she had taken off that long flowing ghunghat that served as a pallu, and now was clad only in the ghaagra-choli.
As my eyes took in the curvy, albeit somewhat fleshy body of hers, those lush, full, 34-C breasts resting gently under the choli, looking shapely thanks to those bra-pads, she walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Gently pushing me back against the kitchen platform, she pressed herself to me, her belly pressing against my crotch, and her lush, breasts pressing against my chest. Looking at me, she said "Thank you, beta ... I had a lovely time today..." genuine warmth on her face.
"Me too, aunty ... and all thanks to you..." I replied warmly, sliding my hands behind her waist, and caressing the fleshy, smooth skin of her bare back. Hearing the sounds of one of the bedroom doors opening, we quickly disengaged. It was Biju who'd come out, having changed into one of Sarla bhabhi's son's collared t-shirts, and a pair of thick, knit track- pants. The clothes were distinctly undersized for the strapping Biju, and I could see how his broad shoulders bulged through the t-shirt, the short sleeves of the t-shirt stretched tight around his muscular biceps.
He had that naturally chiseled body, that no amount of pumping weights in a gym could replicate, and I saw Sarla bhabhi also looking at him admiringly. Grinning at him, I said "You have a great physique, Biju..." to which he just smiled, embarrassed at being given that compliment in front of a woman. "No wonder, he picked me up so easily..." Sarla bhabhi said with a little chuckle, eyeing his muscular arms, as she walked past him, gently patting him on his shoulder. Pleased with her comment, Biju beamed.
His dark, oily skin was glistening with sweat, and asked me where the bathroom was, since he wanted to have a quick shower. Having showed him the bathroom, I came back to the living room. Both the bedroom doors were again closed, Mini in one, and Sarla bhabhi the other one. I too was sweating, and taking off my silk kurta, I flopped down on the comfortable sofa, clad only in my jeans and the sleeveless vest I wore underneath.
Mini came out of the bedroom shortly; having changed into the night-clothes Sarla bhabhi had given her. She had changed into one of Sarla bhabhi's old white cotton night gowns, commonly referred to as a maxi, which had pink floral patterns printed on it, with a wide round neck, and buttons in front. I was sure that this maxi was one that Sarla bhabhi would have stopped wearing quite some time back, having outgrown it. But it still was too big for Mini's slender frame.
She looked like a child wearing grown-up's clothes in that oversized maxi, the shoulders falling way below hers, and the neck too deep and wide, As she walked into the room, clutching the neck of the maxi, which was too deep and low for her structure, the breeze from the fan made her gown billow out like a balloon. As she clutched at the gown frantically, one hand on her neck, and the other around her knees, trying to keep it from billowing up further, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... please don't laugh..." she cried, embarrassed to the core. Chuckling, I said "You better come and sit here ... before the fan blows you away..." I said chuckling, patting the sofa on my side. She blushed, and ambled forward, clutching the gown, and came and sat down by my side. As she sat down, she reached behind her back and pulled the gown back at her neck, trying not to let it fall too low in front.
As she did that, I saw that the white straps of her bra at the shoulders were impossible to hide, owing to the wide, round neck of the gown. Despite her trying to pull the gown back from behind, the neck of the gown still came up just above her pert, young breasts; the tennis ball like roundness of them straining against the gown, as she pulled the gown back. I watched her with an amused smile, turned on at the same time.
Seeing me continuing to smile, she looked at me with a hurt expression on her face, and said "Oh, please bhaiyyaa ... I know I look like a joker in this..." her tone and her expression, making me burst our laughing. Her dark angular face became a shade darker, and her slender lips pouted, when she saw me laugh. Reaching out for her, I placed my arm across her shoulders, and said to her "Oh, Mini ... yes, you look like a joker ... but you also look really cute in this..." struggling to control my laughter, even as I squeezed her shoulder.
Realizing that she was just a 17-year old, who would only get hurt if I teased her more, I quit laughing. With my left arm still dbangd across her slender shoulder, my fingers touching her bare neck, I reached out and placed the palm of my right hand on her slender thighs. Caressing the muscular flesh of her thighs, I said softly "Oh, Mini ... do you know how sexy you look to me ... even in this..." referring to her oversized maxi, and realizing that she did not have anything like a petticoat under the gown, as I felt the firmness of her thighs.
She looked up at me quickly, as if to check if I was still mocking her, and upon seeing the soft expression on my face, relaxed a bit. "I mean it, Mini..." I said softly, trying to dispel her doubts. And to be honest, I meant it; for somehow, the sight of her slight frame in that oversized maxi, had turned me on, and I had felt my cock stiffening inside my jeans. She managed an embarrassed smile, relieved that I was not mocking her any longer, and mumbled "You've been very sweet to me, bhaiyyaa..." looking away shyly.
As she relaxed, I pulled my hand away from her lap, and sat back in the sofa, not wanting her brother to come in and see me touching his sister. However, I left my arm dbangd across the backrest of the sofa, touching her shoulders, even as she pulled her legs up on to the sofa, under the maxi, and sat back in the sofa, folding her legs. We sat there silently, my fingers gently caressing her shoulder, and I could see that she was extremely conscious of herself in my presence. After a while, she said "Bhaiyyaa ... your mood got spoilt because of Amisha, no... ?" the tone more of a statement than a question.
"Of course, not ... why do you say so... ?" I shot back instinctively, annoyed that she'd seen through me so easily. Alarmed that she'd only annoyed me by asking that, she quickly corrected herself, and said "No, no ... I thought ... oh, nothing ... forget it, bhaiyyaa..." desperately trying to change the topic. Once again, there was an awkward silence, both of us thinking about something, before I took a deep breath, and said "OK, you are right ... yes, I was a bit disappointed with her ... but now I'm fine ... I guess I pamper her so much ... so I expect some things from her..." my tone soft, yet honest.
She looked at me, and pursed her lips, her eyes understanding. "And I'm sorry, I snapped..." I said to her by way of an apology, pursing my lips. "Oh, no ... please ... you don't have to say that..." she said immediately, reaching out to touch my knee, embarrassed at me having to apologize to her. Giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze, I said "In fact, to tell you the truth ... I'm glad she didn't come back with us ... because that way ... atleast I got to spend some time alone with you..." my voice soft, as I looked at her fondly.
As she continued to gaze into her lap, fidgeting with her fingers, I added "Mini ... the more I have known you ... the more I am starting to like you ... and I feel good being with you..." trying my best to convince her about how I felt about her, and meaning every word of what I said. Lifting her gaze, she looked into my eyes, and said ever so softly "Thank you for saying that, bhaiyyaa ... that ... that means so much to me..." surprising me with the clarity and honesty that she said these words with.
We heard the sounds of the bathroom door opening, and she quickly pulled her hand away from my knee. Biju came out of the bathroom, looking visibly refreshed, toweling his wet, curly, black hair. Getting up from the sofa, I said to no one in particular "Guess, I'll go take a shower too..." beginning to walk towards the bathroom.
As I crossed him, Biju exclaimed "What, bhaiyyaa ... you were making fun of me or what ... you have such a good body too..." looking at my shoulders, chest, and arms, which I'd been painstakingly trying to develop with my amateurish weight training in the terrace. Anyone who'd seen the two of us would have clearly seen that Biju was far more muscular and obviously stronger than I was; but I liked him for being kind enough to compliment me nonetheless.
"Shut up, junior..." I said with a laugh, playfully punching him on his rock-hard abdomen, before getting into the bathroom and closing the door behind me. As I stripped naked, and let the cool water from the shower drench me, I clutched my semi hard cock, and fisted it a few times, wondering what lay in store for my insatiable cock in the night ahead. Finishing my shower, I toweled myself dry, and pulling on my vest, and wrapping the towel around my waist, stepped out of the shower.
The three of them were sitting in the living room, chatting casually, and my eyes immediately went to Sarla bhabhi. She'd changed into thick, velvey soft, wine-red night robe of sorts that was tied together in the front at her waist by a thick, flat sash. I'd never seen her wear this, and realized that she'd probably dug it out from her collection, for the benefit of the strapping young Biju, who was so obviously bedazzled by her sexuality.
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