19-12-2018, 02:58 PM
Part - 75
As I came into the living room, my jeans slung over my shoulder, Sarla bhabhi stood up and said "Come on in ... let me give you something to change into..." smiling at me, as she glanced appreciatively at my chest under the waist, before taking hold of my hand, and leading me to her son's bedroom. As she bent forward, rummaging through her son's clothes in the cupboard, the robe fell forward at the front, I was stunned to see the upper portion of her milky white succulent breasts!
My cock gave an involuntary lurch under the towel, when I realized that the sexy Sarla bhabhi had not worn anything under that thick, rich robe; not even a bra! As she straightened, and handed me a pair of pajamas and a t-shirt, she caught my glance. Throwing a quick glance at the open door, she smiled seductively, and said "Like what you see, beta... ?" her tone suggestive, even as she dropped her voice. I shook my head incredulously, feeling my cock continuing to harden under the towel, before I found my voice and said "You look ... simply hot, aunty..." my voice a croak.
That pleased her, and she beamed with pleasure, the color automatically rushing to her milky white pinkish cheekbones. "That poor Biju is going to have a tough time sleeping tonight..." I found myself saying with a naughty grin, even as I gazed longingly at the deep cleavage at the V-shaped neck of her robe. "Badmaash ... shut up..." she chided me, slapping me playfully on my arm, even as the color rushed to her cheeks, at my having stated what was by now so obvious.
Visibly embarrassed by my comment, she thrust the night-clothes into my hands, before bustling out of the room, her hips swaying seductively in her trademark sexy style. I grinned to myself, realizing my comment had been bang on target, as I quickly changed into the pajamas and the t-shirt. As I came out into the living room after changing, I heard Sarla bhabhi discussing the sleeping arrangements for us.
"You can sleep with me in my room, Mini..." she was saying to Mini, who simply nodded her head. "As for Biju and Jignesh ... one of them can sleep in the other bedroom ... and one can sleep here in the main room ... I will make a spare bed here on the floor..." she finished, looking alternately at me and Biju. As Biju looked on dumbly, trying hard not to stare at Sarla bhabhi's cleavage, I took the initiative, and said "I'll sleep here, aunty ... that way I'll can watch some TV too..." referring to the living room " ... and Biju can sleep comfortably on the bed inside..."
As Sarla bhabhi glanced at Biju to check if that was OK with him, he just nodded his head in that distinctly Keralite fashion, which always confused me, since both yes & no seemed to be the same, I asked "Are you OK with that, Biju... ?" Nodding his head, he said "Yes ... yes ... anything is fine with me..." seemingly fine with the arrangements. "Good..." Sarla bhabhi said, snapping her hands together " ... then let me get the bedding for you, beta..." before turning around and bustling into the room the fetch the spare mattress and pillows for me.
She returned, lugging a rolled up mattress and quickly got down on her knees to lay it out for me. As she bent forward, once again the neck of her robe fell forward, and I saw Biju gaping at her cleavage, his thick-lipped mouth hanging open. "Oh, boy..." I groaned inwardly, seeing how this hapless uninitiated lad from Kerala was totally enthralled by the sexy Sarla bhabhi's inherent sexuality.
As Mini too got down on her knees to help Sarla bhabhi spread out the mattress and the sheet for me, my eyes were drawn to the wide open neck of her oversized maxi, the front having fallen forward, giving me an unhindered view of her tight, young breasts encased tightly in that simple white bra. I found myself smiling inwardly, realizing the irony of the situation.
Here was the mesmerized Biju, gaping at Sarla bhabhi's luscious milky white cleavage, while I was peeking down the neck of his teenaged cousin sister's gown, checking out her dark, slim, firm body, and those almost perfectly rounded tennis-ball shaped tits inside her bra. Patting the pillow into place, Sarla bhabhi straightened, and immediately caught Biju gazing at her cleavage. A hint of a knowing smile flickered on her lush, red lips; but to her credit, she did not even bat an eyelid.
Looking at me, she said "Alright, kids ... get to bed now ... I don't want your mothers complaining to me that you didn't get proper sleep here..." she said in a mock motherly tone, making all of us smile. "Come on ... come on..." she said, gesticulating at Biju with her hands, albeit with a smile. Biju got up, smiling like an idiot, and mumbling "OK, aunty..." walked slowly reluctantly towards the bedroom.
That's when I noticed how large his feet were, and a sudden thought made me chuckle. I had heard somewhere that guys with large feet usually had big cocks too; and I wondered if that were the case with this strapping young lad from Kerala too! As Biju disappeared into the bedroom, after wishing us good night, Mini said "Umm, aunty ... is it OK if I sit here for some time ... and watch TV with Jignesh bhaiyaa..." in a small child-like voice, even as I switched on the TV.
Sarla bhabhi looked at her the briefest of an instance, before allowing a slow smile to come on her face. Hearing the tone in which Mini had sought her permission, she nodded her head, and said with a smile "Sure, beti ... but don't stay up too late..." before turning around to go to her room. As she turned to enter her room, she threw a last knowing smile at me, and said "Good night, children..." before disappearing into her room.
As soon as Sarla bhabhi had gone inside, Mini and I glanced at each other, and smiled; at having been left to ourselves finally, and in some anticipation of being in the company of each other. I went over to the switchboard in the living room, and killed the lights. Including the one in the passage, plunging the house into darkness; save for the light thrown by the TV screen, and that filtering into the room through the translucent glass of the window, and the grilled ventilator above.
As I lay down on the soft mattress laid out for me on the floor, adjacent to the sofa on which Mini sat, I let out a prolonged sigh of fatigue. "Tired, bhaiyyaa... ?" I heard Mini ask me, illuminated as she was by the flickering light of the TV screen. "Umm ... yeah..." I mumbled, stretching my aching limbs, even as I watched her pull her legs up on to the couch and lie down sideways facing me, propping her head against the thick padded armrest of the 3-seater couch. Picking up the TV remote, I began to idly surf through the channels.
"Is there anything in particular you want to watch... ?" I asked Mini, glancing up at her. "Anything you like, bhaiyyaa..." she answered in a soft voice, before adding "I just wanted to be here for some time ... with you..." the last two words spoken in a barely audible whisper. My eyes had grown accustomed to the relative darkness in the room now, and I could see the outline of her body clearly in the light from the TV, as she lay on her side on the faux-leather couch, her entired body cloaked in that oversized white maxi, with pink floral prints.
The mattress was laid out on the floor right alongside the 3-seater couch, and just by lifting my arm; I could reach out to touch her. She was lying on her side, her legs curled up under her loose gown, and both her hands tucked under her chin. Just as I was contemplating reaching out to touch Mini's hands, I heard Sarla bhabhi's footsteps again. Tilting my head upwards, I heard her say "Here is a sheet for you, beta ... just in case you feel cold in the night..." handing me a sheet to cover myself.
As I sat up in my mattress to take it from her hand and thanked her, she handed one to Mini also, saying "You may also need one, dear ... just in case you happen to sleep off on the sofa ... I know you kids have a habit of watching TV and going to sleep..." smiling at her. As Mini also thanked her, she said "I better give one to your brother too..." referring to a third sheet that she held in her hand. With that, Sarla bhabhi left, her silver anklets making soft jingling sounds as she walked back.
I watched her open the door of the bedroom where Biju had gone to sleep and enter it, before turning my attention back to the TV. As Sarla bhabhi disappeared into the other bedroom, Mini said "Aunty is very sweet, na..." her voice soft. When I smiled and nodded my assent, she added "And she is very fond of you, isn't it, bhaiyya..." smiling at me. "Well, she seems to have grown quite fond of your cousin too..." I added with a chuckle, grinning at Mini.
In response, she only let out a soft giggle, before smiling in agreement. "Just as I am fond of you..." I said softly, continuing to smile, even as I reached out with my hand to take her hand in mine. Mini was lying on her left side on the couch, facing me, and as she saw me reach out with my hand, she immediately pulled her right hand from under her chin to hold mine. As her fingers clasped around mine, she asked "Why are you so fond of me, bhaiyya... ?" her voice soft.
I glanced at her quickly to check if she was asking me that with the intent of teasing me, or if she was earnest. Seeing the look in her eyes, I concluded that it was the latter. "Do I necessarily need to have a reason to like you, Mini... ?" I replied softly "Can't I not like you for who you are... ?" I felt her fingers tighten around mine when I asked that, before she replied "Yes..." gazing down at me fondly from the sofa she lay on.
As we lay there silently, me on the floor on my mattress, and she on the couch right next to me, I could sense that a strange bond seemed to have been established between us. She was young, slim, dark, and incredibly sexy; and it was logical for me to be sexually attracted to her; but the rapport I'd managed to strike with her in such a short period of time went beyond raw sexual attraction. And from her body language, I could sense that she felt the same way too.
As I lay there musing about my own fluctuating frames of mind, I heard her say softly "Bhaiyyaa ... I never said thank you for inviting me to join you today..." her voice barely a whisper. "You don't have to, baby ... it was my pleasure..." I replied almost absent mindedly, still lost in my own thoughts. She was silent for a while, and I could sense that she wanted to say something else, but was unsure of herself.
After a long pause, she said "Bhaiyyaa ... I know that if I say this, you will laugh ... and tell me that it's just a crush ... but ... but ... I think ... I am in love with you..." her voice faltering, and embarrassed. I groaned inwardly, struck by the straighforwardness and simplicity of this girl. First it was Jigna, followed by her friend, Sejal, and now the dark, sexy Mini; all of whom had expressed in as many words that they were in love with me. I should have been pleased as a punch, and should have been gloating over my conquests; but instead, I found myself feeling guilty and miserable about the whole thing.
As I came into the living room, my jeans slung over my shoulder, Sarla bhabhi stood up and said "Come on in ... let me give you something to change into..." smiling at me, as she glanced appreciatively at my chest under the waist, before taking hold of my hand, and leading me to her son's bedroom. As she bent forward, rummaging through her son's clothes in the cupboard, the robe fell forward at the front, I was stunned to see the upper portion of her milky white succulent breasts!
My cock gave an involuntary lurch under the towel, when I realized that the sexy Sarla bhabhi had not worn anything under that thick, rich robe; not even a bra! As she straightened, and handed me a pair of pajamas and a t-shirt, she caught my glance. Throwing a quick glance at the open door, she smiled seductively, and said "Like what you see, beta... ?" her tone suggestive, even as she dropped her voice. I shook my head incredulously, feeling my cock continuing to harden under the towel, before I found my voice and said "You look ... simply hot, aunty..." my voice a croak.
That pleased her, and she beamed with pleasure, the color automatically rushing to her milky white pinkish cheekbones. "That poor Biju is going to have a tough time sleeping tonight..." I found myself saying with a naughty grin, even as I gazed longingly at the deep cleavage at the V-shaped neck of her robe. "Badmaash ... shut up..." she chided me, slapping me playfully on my arm, even as the color rushed to her cheeks, at my having stated what was by now so obvious.
Visibly embarrassed by my comment, she thrust the night-clothes into my hands, before bustling out of the room, her hips swaying seductively in her trademark sexy style. I grinned to myself, realizing my comment had been bang on target, as I quickly changed into the pajamas and the t-shirt. As I came out into the living room after changing, I heard Sarla bhabhi discussing the sleeping arrangements for us.
"You can sleep with me in my room, Mini..." she was saying to Mini, who simply nodded her head. "As for Biju and Jignesh ... one of them can sleep in the other bedroom ... and one can sleep here in the main room ... I will make a spare bed here on the floor..." she finished, looking alternately at me and Biju. As Biju looked on dumbly, trying hard not to stare at Sarla bhabhi's cleavage, I took the initiative, and said "I'll sleep here, aunty ... that way I'll can watch some TV too..." referring to the living room " ... and Biju can sleep comfortably on the bed inside..."
As Sarla bhabhi glanced at Biju to check if that was OK with him, he just nodded his head in that distinctly Keralite fashion, which always confused me, since both yes & no seemed to be the same, I asked "Are you OK with that, Biju... ?" Nodding his head, he said "Yes ... yes ... anything is fine with me..." seemingly fine with the arrangements. "Good..." Sarla bhabhi said, snapping her hands together " ... then let me get the bedding for you, beta..." before turning around and bustling into the room the fetch the spare mattress and pillows for me.
She returned, lugging a rolled up mattress and quickly got down on her knees to lay it out for me. As she bent forward, once again the neck of her robe fell forward, and I saw Biju gaping at her cleavage, his thick-lipped mouth hanging open. "Oh, boy..." I groaned inwardly, seeing how this hapless uninitiated lad from Kerala was totally enthralled by the sexy Sarla bhabhi's inherent sexuality.
As Mini too got down on her knees to help Sarla bhabhi spread out the mattress and the sheet for me, my eyes were drawn to the wide open neck of her oversized maxi, the front having fallen forward, giving me an unhindered view of her tight, young breasts encased tightly in that simple white bra. I found myself smiling inwardly, realizing the irony of the situation.
Here was the mesmerized Biju, gaping at Sarla bhabhi's luscious milky white cleavage, while I was peeking down the neck of his teenaged cousin sister's gown, checking out her dark, slim, firm body, and those almost perfectly rounded tennis-ball shaped tits inside her bra. Patting the pillow into place, Sarla bhabhi straightened, and immediately caught Biju gazing at her cleavage. A hint of a knowing smile flickered on her lush, red lips; but to her credit, she did not even bat an eyelid.
Looking at me, she said "Alright, kids ... get to bed now ... I don't want your mothers complaining to me that you didn't get proper sleep here..." she said in a mock motherly tone, making all of us smile. "Come on ... come on..." she said, gesticulating at Biju with her hands, albeit with a smile. Biju got up, smiling like an idiot, and mumbling "OK, aunty..." walked slowly reluctantly towards the bedroom.
That's when I noticed how large his feet were, and a sudden thought made me chuckle. I had heard somewhere that guys with large feet usually had big cocks too; and I wondered if that were the case with this strapping young lad from Kerala too! As Biju disappeared into the bedroom, after wishing us good night, Mini said "Umm, aunty ... is it OK if I sit here for some time ... and watch TV with Jignesh bhaiyaa..." in a small child-like voice, even as I switched on the TV.
Sarla bhabhi looked at her the briefest of an instance, before allowing a slow smile to come on her face. Hearing the tone in which Mini had sought her permission, she nodded her head, and said with a smile "Sure, beti ... but don't stay up too late..." before turning around to go to her room. As she turned to enter her room, she threw a last knowing smile at me, and said "Good night, children..." before disappearing into her room.
As soon as Sarla bhabhi had gone inside, Mini and I glanced at each other, and smiled; at having been left to ourselves finally, and in some anticipation of being in the company of each other. I went over to the switchboard in the living room, and killed the lights. Including the one in the passage, plunging the house into darkness; save for the light thrown by the TV screen, and that filtering into the room through the translucent glass of the window, and the grilled ventilator above.
As I lay down on the soft mattress laid out for me on the floor, adjacent to the sofa on which Mini sat, I let out a prolonged sigh of fatigue. "Tired, bhaiyyaa... ?" I heard Mini ask me, illuminated as she was by the flickering light of the TV screen. "Umm ... yeah..." I mumbled, stretching my aching limbs, even as I watched her pull her legs up on to the couch and lie down sideways facing me, propping her head against the thick padded armrest of the 3-seater couch. Picking up the TV remote, I began to idly surf through the channels.
"Is there anything in particular you want to watch... ?" I asked Mini, glancing up at her. "Anything you like, bhaiyyaa..." she answered in a soft voice, before adding "I just wanted to be here for some time ... with you..." the last two words spoken in a barely audible whisper. My eyes had grown accustomed to the relative darkness in the room now, and I could see the outline of her body clearly in the light from the TV, as she lay on her side on the faux-leather couch, her entired body cloaked in that oversized white maxi, with pink floral prints.
The mattress was laid out on the floor right alongside the 3-seater couch, and just by lifting my arm; I could reach out to touch her. She was lying on her side, her legs curled up under her loose gown, and both her hands tucked under her chin. Just as I was contemplating reaching out to touch Mini's hands, I heard Sarla bhabhi's footsteps again. Tilting my head upwards, I heard her say "Here is a sheet for you, beta ... just in case you feel cold in the night..." handing me a sheet to cover myself.
As I sat up in my mattress to take it from her hand and thanked her, she handed one to Mini also, saying "You may also need one, dear ... just in case you happen to sleep off on the sofa ... I know you kids have a habit of watching TV and going to sleep..." smiling at her. As Mini also thanked her, she said "I better give one to your brother too..." referring to a third sheet that she held in her hand. With that, Sarla bhabhi left, her silver anklets making soft jingling sounds as she walked back.
I watched her open the door of the bedroom where Biju had gone to sleep and enter it, before turning my attention back to the TV. As Sarla bhabhi disappeared into the other bedroom, Mini said "Aunty is very sweet, na..." her voice soft. When I smiled and nodded my assent, she added "And she is very fond of you, isn't it, bhaiyya..." smiling at me. "Well, she seems to have grown quite fond of your cousin too..." I added with a chuckle, grinning at Mini.
In response, she only let out a soft giggle, before smiling in agreement. "Just as I am fond of you..." I said softly, continuing to smile, even as I reached out with my hand to take her hand in mine. Mini was lying on her left side on the couch, facing me, and as she saw me reach out with my hand, she immediately pulled her right hand from under her chin to hold mine. As her fingers clasped around mine, she asked "Why are you so fond of me, bhaiyya... ?" her voice soft.
I glanced at her quickly to check if she was asking me that with the intent of teasing me, or if she was earnest. Seeing the look in her eyes, I concluded that it was the latter. "Do I necessarily need to have a reason to like you, Mini... ?" I replied softly "Can't I not like you for who you are... ?" I felt her fingers tighten around mine when I asked that, before she replied "Yes..." gazing down at me fondly from the sofa she lay on.
As we lay there silently, me on the floor on my mattress, and she on the couch right next to me, I could sense that a strange bond seemed to have been established between us. She was young, slim, dark, and incredibly sexy; and it was logical for me to be sexually attracted to her; but the rapport I'd managed to strike with her in such a short period of time went beyond raw sexual attraction. And from her body language, I could sense that she felt the same way too.
As I lay there musing about my own fluctuating frames of mind, I heard her say softly "Bhaiyyaa ... I never said thank you for inviting me to join you today..." her voice barely a whisper. "You don't have to, baby ... it was my pleasure..." I replied almost absent mindedly, still lost in my own thoughts. She was silent for a while, and I could sense that she wanted to say something else, but was unsure of herself.
After a long pause, she said "Bhaiyyaa ... I know that if I say this, you will laugh ... and tell me that it's just a crush ... but ... but ... I think ... I am in love with you..." her voice faltering, and embarrassed. I groaned inwardly, struck by the straighforwardness and simplicity of this girl. First it was Jigna, followed by her friend, Sejal, and now the dark, sexy Mini; all of whom had expressed in as many words that they were in love with me. I should have been pleased as a punch, and should have been gloating over my conquests; but instead, I found myself feeling guilty and miserable about the whole thing.
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