Misc. Erotica The Big Fat Two-State Wedding (Complete)

[Mintu08]

Chapter 27

"Hmmmmmm...there comes our beautiful bahus!"

Prajakta Kulkarni cooed to her husband and both of them studied the two figures coming near her with a tray on each of their hands. 

First stepped ahead was a very shy Pallavi who didn't actually greet eye to eye with the Marathi lady and just some inches behind her was an even more nervous Debosree, who only hoped the tray doesn't drop down from her hands, because she wasn't used to these etiquettes. She knew Pallavi to be okay with the gesture because that is how she had behaved long back when she was her's. 

The moment both Pallavi and Debosree kept the tray of samosas and tea, they stood straight, but still not looking eye to eye. Pallavi was amazed at how shy she had suddenly turned into, because untill a few moments ago, she was this very enthusiastic potential bride who would even tease Debosree about the marriage and all and now, she was this sudden nervous bride as well. 

Debosree on the other hand wanted to sit for a while and just before she would casually bend, Promila touched her forearm and murmured..."Debu!! Nobody asked you to sit! Where are the manners?"

A rush of current passed through the Bobby and she stood straight again. With a small peek, she noticed Prajakta eying her with a bit of a rahe. As if even the small minor act of sitting down had offended her. Prajakta relaxed with her back on the sofa and took her tea. There was a creepy silence since nobody uttered a word. But on the other hand, Falguni and Pratiksha studied both their would-be bhabhis. 

"Pratu....which one is Harsh bhau's and which is Daksh bhau's? Hmmm?" Falguni purred softly.

An even frisky Pratiksha covered her mouth and purred back to her sister...."I heard the Bobby belongs to Harsh bhau! I think she is the one! The most nervous of the two!"

Falguni awed the fact that Debosree was the Bobby. There was no way she could say if the Bobby was a man once. The excited girl hissed to her sister back....

"Wow! She is so pretty!! So unblemished!"

"Hmmmmm... Wait till we pull both their pretty legs!!!" Prajakta winked carefully, while Falguni winked back with a smirk.

Finally after a moment of silence, Prajakta used a commanding tone...

"Debosree and Pallavi, you may look up! Don't be too shy!" 

Promila shivered whenever she heard the commander like voice from the hefty Marathi woman. There was something about the aura of Prajakta from her robust weight to her confident rich presence that made her attractive in a crude way. Anyways, Promila just hoped her daughters would behave well because she genuinely wanted the 'Rishta' to happen.

Now, both Debosree and Pallavi looked up and atlast their eyes precisely met their would-be husbands!

Somewhere afar an erotic flute played as Daksh's eyes met Pallavi's and Harsh locked eyes with Debosree. Both the brothers felt a good amount of blood flow on their silent asleep groins within their expensive trousers as they realised how beautiful their brides looked in flesh and blood! 

Both the brothers had a lust filled gaze on their faces by now and before them, Pallavi shivered when she realised how rugged her new man looked! Her nipples slightly hardened when she saw how the suit sleeve had tightened around the arm, clearly highlighting the thickness of the Daksh's biceps. 

"They are atleast a 17!!" Pallavi remembered the old line and she felt a rush in her flat stomach. 

"Such a dark brute looking man! Oh god...he is here for me?" Pallavi cooed in an orgasmic tone in her mind.

Now, it was Harsh and Debosree and this situation was certainly not normal for the Bobby because mentally she still had male feelings. Her body underwent disgust and embarassment as she felt Harsh almost scanning her top to bottom with his equally lusty eyes. As for Harsh, he didn't bother what Debosree was mentally. For him, the whole presence of the Bobby was enough to awaken his thick dong down between his legs and luckily his underwear made sure that the hardened dong is not visible enough.

The fair unblemished features of Debosree were the precise reasons that Harsh had masturbated almost every everyday erupting in gallons at the mere thought of seeing her in person. And now, the day had finally arrived!

Pallavi stole some naughty glances at how shy and embarrassed her ex-husband was and she kind of felt a sadist orgasm occur from the view itself. In her mind, she envisioned herself wearing a devil's outfit and masturbating herself wickedly as she witnessed Debosree being held firm by Harsh.

But Pallavi kept these thoughts aside, because her own body was yearning for even a slight touch from the very manly man sitting before her. Her stomach rumbled with adrenaline rushes as the silence continued and Daksh atlast spoke..."Hi Pallavi" and got up from the sofa, while Harsh took the opportunity to get up and smirk a ..."Hi Debosree.." to her potential bride too.

"Uh..hello!" A shy Pallavi hissed. She felt she could just orgasm from just the lusty gaze of Daksh. That's how vulnerable she had become from all the sex and orgasm deprivations all these months. 

In the meantime, Harsh eagerly awaited a "hello" back from his bride, but Debosree dropped trickles of sweat after sweat. This was such an abnormal situation for her!! A man approaching her for marriage! A man! She didn't utter a word and kept looking down.

Promila on the other hand, knew how difficult it was for Debosree to behave normal, but she only kept peeking at Prajakta's stern raged expressions as she was clearly a bit offended by Debosree's behaviour. Anyways, to divert the enraged Marathi woman's mind, she cooed...

"Please, Mrs Kulkarni, have some samosas....."

Prajakta didn't say a word for a moment, but decided to cleverly move the moment a bit ahead. She commanded her sons straightaway...

"Daksh, Harsh! Go and sit with your respective brides!"

There was another big empty sofa just on opposite to where Prajakta sat with her husband and just then Daksh murmured a "please..." to an already enticed Pallavi, while Harsh smiled at Debosree, gesturing her to sit. The moment Pallavi sat with Daksh, her hip contact with the hunk's suited hip made her shiver immediately, while when Harsh strong arm touched the curvy soft arm of Debosree, she too felt a current inside her body. The embarassed Bobby awed the firmness of the man's bicep first and secondly she scolded herself in her mind for getting a feel of arousal from it.

But one thing was very similar in the case of Pallavi and Debosree. Both their noses now welcomed a manly scent, not too strong, but certainly a faint stench. The scents had two different effects! 

It aroused Pallavi!

It disgusted Debosree even more!

"My dear bhabis!!!! Go ahead and talk to our brothers! They don't bite!" A very naughty Falguni cooed and Pratiksha giggled with her hands covered. Prajakta's husband sipped his tea and smiled while his wife didn't object to it. Infact she wanted her daughters to occasionally pull some legs of their bhabhis.

The sudden naughty tone from Falguni made Pallavi blush and divert her eyes from Daksh, while Debosree wanted to slap the young girl. 

"Stupid girl!!! Her mother could have atleast admonished her!!" Debosree pouted in her mind, while just then a major current passed through her body as Harsh touched her bangles clad forearm and hissed...."You're beautiful!!"

Promila embarrassingly looked down for a while when she noticed the gasp and the terror on her once-son's eyes when she felt the hunk's hand contact on her forearms. But, the widow knew that she had to accept the reality and then gathered the courage to look ahead.

Pallavi too noticed the horror on Debosree's eyes when she got suddenly complimented by Harsh, but she rather focussed on the lusty attention she perpetually recived from Daksh, who now smiled and kept a rugged palm on hers, murmuring..."You're amazingly gorgeous!"

No sooner the rugged palm had touched the softer palm of Pallavi, her nipples further hardened and a major quiver took place on her cunny deep within the layered saree! Along with this orgasmic feel, she felt she heared waves of sea with a thunder sound somewhere in her mind as she noticed the firmness of the strong palm on hers. 

Not having the courage to take out her palm from the grasp of Daksh's, Pallavi just managed to purr..."T .thhank..youu!"

"Hmmmm...they look good together, right Promila?" Prajakta raised an eyebrow to the already amazed widow, who just managed to nodd a meek 'yes'. The fact was Promila kind of felt for Debosree and her discomfort with Harsh, but she also knew she had to admit the reality and accept the fact that her once male child is now a Bobby.

"How about we leave the children alone for sometime? The rings which are ordered will take some time to come! Afterall they are custom made in Diamond!" 

Mr Kulkarni proudly cooed and Promila felt a rush enter her body at the mention of 'Diamond'. She realised the Kulkarnis were freakishly rich and this made her kind of even more submissive towards them. 

"Umm..aa.. anything else would you like?" Promila felt the need to serve them and that too with reverence, not just for the sake of being a host. In the meantime, Harsh and Daksh took their brides to the terrace of the house for some quality time. 

"The Bengali samosa is pretty different than ours! Someday you should learn to make the maharashtrian one!"

"Uh..oh..are they different?" Promila suddenly used a curious tone. But the curious tone sounded like as if a fresh bride was enquiring about marriage or sex. The tone made Prajakta's daughters giggle silently, while Mr Kulkarni pulled some more leg..

"Are behnji, maybe you should marry a Marathi man sometime soon! He will help you with it!" 

"Ma..marry?? Me?" Promila purred and felt a wicked current pass through her body. She felt even more embarassed infront of the two young girls sitting opposite to her and blushed at this sudden statement of Mr Kulkarni. But this statement of her husband made Prajakta wonder about something. She very sneakily studied Promila's figure which was neither too slim or not too hefty, just a typical additional mature weight with the right amount of curves and to an extent, she looked like a mature version of Debosree.

"Isn't she as pretty as her daughters?" Prajakta slowly teased her husband in a soft tone, who too studied the mature widow's figure clad in the saree and blouse and felt his own lump rising, but he knew this was just a fun game going on. He just managed to nodd in a frisky way, but wondered what was there in his wife's mind. 

"Clearly Praju is thinking about something! Hope she shares with me later on." Mr Kulkarni wondered, while his wife proceeded with the context and commanded to Promila once more...

"I respect traditions Promila! Therefore I will allow the wedding to happen briefly in your traditional style, but afterwards all the rituals shall be done in Mumbai in our pattern!"

Promila felt relieved that the rich Marathi lady agreed for the Bengali customs to take place and felt a tinge of loneliness at the mention of Debosree and Pallavi shifting to Mumbai. But then that was just normal! The bahus have to be in their sasurals and not the opposite.

"Don't worry aunty, you may join us too in Mumbai" Falguni pouted with a very slight touch of mischief, which Prajakta kind of liked and she smiled while thinking about something.

"M..Mumbai? Ummmmm I have never been outside West Bengal..... interesting....it will be....I umm think!"

Promila wondered why the sudden idea of shifting to a whole new state felt thrilling to her. But then, the conversation shifted to the ritual dates and other mundane discussions. Prajakta and Promila soon immersed in a warm conversation, while Falguni and Pratiksha savoured themselves with the bengali sweets and samosas.

Meanwhile :

Debosree felt a sweaty nervousness throughout her body as Harsh held her hand and kept gazing at her like a wolf already. He stood with her in one corner of the terrace, while the other side of the terrace had another breif intimate atmosphere with Pallavi and Daksh.

"I always had an idea that Bengali women are beautiful and I am sure of it even more now!" Harsh used a flirty tone and enjoyed the warmth of Debosree's soft hand. But the Bobby certainly didn't feel comfortable at all. She couldn't smile nor cry, but rather wished she could yank the hand away, but she didn't want to be impolite for some reason or so.

Rather Debosree's nose disturbed her mind even more. She wondered why the manly scent of Harsh was sending some arousing signals inside her body. By now, the Bobby was very sure that her new body had a mind of its own. 

On the other hand, Pallavi and Daksh were in their own world completely. A thick sensual tension roamed in the air when Daksh kept lightly caressing the fair smooth forearm of Pallavi and the more his strong brown fingers touched the pore of her skin, the more aroused Pallavi became. Daksh's fingers were roaming around the crystal red bangles in perticular.

"These look good on you Pallavi, but I shall upgrade them soon!" Daksh used his most romantic tone.

"Umm upgrade them?" Pallavi wondered what the statement meant, but kept lustily gazing at the Marathi hunk feel her forearm shamelessly.

"I mean, I need to see thick shiny pure gold bangles on these hands!" Daksh now had the dark charming voice of a determined man and this tone made Pallavi shiver. But she also shivered for another reason and the reason was the mention of the Pure gold bangles. She felt a brief orgasm from the simple fact of how rich Daksh was and she wanted the conversation to continue further. 

Clearly Daksh was already in a flirty mood too. But he wanted to slowly drive the conversation and not hurry anything. He then asked about certain things about Kolkata and Pallavi happily answered them.

Meanwhile, Harsh soon made Debosree shiver with a sudden confession!

"Debosree, I know you are a Bobby and I have nothing to do with what you were before! I am more interested in what you are now and I am quite attracted to you for sure!"

Debosree gasped silently and felt even more embarrassed at the idea that Harsh knew her past and accepted her openly now. The whole line from the hunk also somehow gave a slight warmth in her somewhere, but her male mind cringed further. 

"You didn't say anything?" Harsh romantically cooed and his presence and manly whiff made Debosree's entire curvy body shiver. She still didn't say anything and on the other hand along with the silence the air turned slightly chilly. 

In the meantime, Daksh and Pallavi roamed around the balcony and very lightly flirted with each other. Pallavi had painted her nails a bright pink and it looked delicious on her almond cut. The bong girl kept stealing glances at Daksh's rolex watch and a wicked mindset of her wanted to run her nails on the expensive watch. 

Daksh realised where Pallavi's eyes were and he stopped and looked at her. His sudden halt and gaze passed a shiver through Pallavi and she purred..."uhm what happened?"

"I know you are curious to know..." Daksh used his proud rich man tone. 

"About what?" Pallavi cooed. 

"About my power and wealth! Umm right?" Daksh came a little more close to her.

"Uhm.....I never mentioned that...." Pallavi blushed. She was shamelessly curious to see Daksh's assets and wealth and power and the Rolex watch alone made her yearn to see how much power the hunk had. Anyways, Daksh neared her a bit more and Pallavi didn't move back one bit.

"You better be curious then! Because you will be an important part of my life now! A couple of diamond sets shouldn't bother you right Pallavi?" 

Daksh breathed the words straight towards Pallavi's mouth and his breath and his even more closer musky scent drove her a bit crazy inside. But what aroused her more was the mention of 'Diamond sets'. Her body felt new rushes when she imagined herself wearing some of the most expensive jewelry in the world, while suddenly she got back to her reality when Daksh's lips reached just an inch away from hers. 

Suddenly a bit nervous of the Marathi man's rugged face next to hers, Pallavi moved her face back and breathlessly purred...

"Umm I would appreciate anything you give me!" 

Daksh realised the shyness of Pallavi and delayed the idea of the kiss he had in his mind. The fact was the light red gloss on her lips made him very eager to smooch the juices out right away and Pallavi too blushed when she realised how easily the lips of the hunk had almost reached her.

The last time Pallavi remembered kissing was with Debosree when she was a man and it was a genuine kiss between them while they held hands and roamed Shantiniketan and Darjeeling long back. But now, she felt a delicious guilt in offering her lips to another man now and that too a non Bengali hunk, who had a very different presence overall.

And not to mention, the musky aroma!

But Pallavi couldn't get enough of the devilish flirtatious charm Daksh had. His mischievous eyes and his presence made her feel strangely secured and she forgot all about her past with Debosree and her mind now only wanted to cling to this man and listen to him and she didn't even dare to shift her mind to the sexual portions yet. She knew it was too early to think all that.

"Ummm is that a bridge our there?" Daksh changed the topic suddenly and Pallavi saw where he looked at and cooed...

"Um yes, that's Vidyasagar setu out there! Come, I will show you more closer" 

Pallavi and Daksh walked ahead, while on the other hand the silence between Harsh and Debosree progressed a bit more further. The swift wind which was a bit unusual for Kolkata, came and suddenly shoved away the pallu of Debosree, making her gasp and quickly arranging it back. 

But in the meantime Harsh had already stolen a glance of an amazingly delicious cleavage and his cock throbbed instantly even at the slight glimpse of the ripe breasts within the blouse. Debosree faced a new thrill and panic in mind when she realised how lustily Harsh looked at her breasts even though she had now covered her pallu back.

"Never knew I would have this kind of moments!! Eeeshh!" Debosree cringed in her mind.

Meanwhile, Harsh neared the Bobby and softly touched her palm again. Once again Debosree faced a shiver and she looked up eye to eye with the hunk. Unknown to her own latent intentions, the Bobby accidentally ran her manicured hands on the firm arm of Harsh and despite having the confines of the branded suit, she could feel the firm bicep and the moment she felt it, she shifted her hands away with a panic straight across her soul.

Harsh gave a wicked smile and didn't say anything. Moments later the two couple went down back to the hall and in the meantime the rings had reached the destined location!

"Ah there they are! Common Harsh and Daksh, the rings are here atlast. Let's get going with the ritual!" Mr Kulkarni smirked with an inner joy.

A tender music played somewhere in the air when Daksh inserted the diamond ring into Pallavi's finger and once the hunk inserted the ring into the soft fair one, Pallavi shivered with an inaudible purr. On the other hand, Harsh smiled and inserted the ring into Debosree's finger and while the ring slowly reached further into the finger, the Bobby cringed for every inch being invaded by round thing and looked down in a kind of an upset state.

Promila noticed the rings were done inserted atlast and then the whole Kulkarni family clapped and she too joined in. A tear of joy escaped her eyes and it was very genuine. Her heart jumped with some strange joy to see both Debosree and Pallavi on the same mandap.

"Okay Promila, the ritual is done atlast and now, please consult with the pandit for the Marriage date and let us know!" 

Before the family could leave, both Harsh and Daksh added one more moment of mischief and they each kissed their respective brides on their cheeks as a brief bye bye gesture. 

Promila found the gesture to be a bit too sensual and she sighed with a blush, looking elsewhere, while both Debosree and Pallavi saw their grooms leave with a waving bye. Both their cheeks had the brief wet patch of the manly lips. The moment they all left, It was Debosree in perticular who ran to the washroom to get fresh and release all the tensive moments from her mind. While Pallavi felt a change inside her. The moments with Daksh suddenly transformed her into a shy fresh bride once more and she smiled at the feeling.

Meanwhile Promila thought of Subosree and the rudeness the young girl showed by not being present in the ritual.

"This girl needs to learn some manners!!" Promila sighed with a bit of rage.

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In the meantime, Subosree's College :

"Idiot duffer! It's such an important day and you came to college today? Shubu!!" 

Neelima poked the elbow of her bestie with her own and Subosree still remained firm on her principles by pouting...

"Why should I be there?? To see boudi smiling and allowing another man to ring her finger and....uhmm....I can't see my..."

"DIDIBHAI!!!! OKAY? not dadabhai! Stupid! Subu, you need to be spanked on your ass to admit the fact that Debu da is Debu di now! Accept it already!!! She is now going to be a bride of a man and hmmmmmmmmmm most probably a manly hunk!! Uff...big muscles and rugged looks!! Ufff imagine your Debu di on such arms!"

"Eeessshhhhh stop it Neelu!!! I don't want to hear more!" Subosree cringed the whole thought of seeing her once-dadabhai like that. But Neelima absolutely had a good time pulling her bestie's legs in this context. She squeezed the slight belly fat on Subosree's kurti clad waist and this made her even more mad and look meanly at Neelima.

"Neelu!! Don't!" Subosree had a bit of rage in her tone.

"Accha baba okay!! When you can finger your wet cunt in privacy it's fine! But I can't even tease a bit!! Okay!!! Right!"

Neelima made a fake upset face and looked the other side, while Subosree got even more enraged on being reminded of how she pleasured herself the other day with the Macho Squad magazine. She then remembered that Neelima still had the clip and our of fear of being caught someday, Subosree touched the shoulder of her bestie and softly pouted...

"Neelu!! It's not like that.....uh......it's just that the reality is so bizzare!! I mean, it's hard for me to accept it!"

Neelima turned to her friend and touched her palm, now donning the hat of the demure faithful friend once more...

"Subu! Just listen to me. Debu di has to accept her new life and now there is no turning back at all! She will be loved by a man and ummmm you know the supreme masculinity of the men right? Those...b...iceps....ummm and the pecs...hmmmm?"

Subosree felt a wetness between her own legs. She shamelessly remembered how she had wet her slim fingers and poked her cunny while her eyes studied the figures of the men in the magazine. A strange unknown dark thrill occured in her heart and she murmured softly to Neelima...

"Uhnmm...Neelu, you mean.....chances are that......da....dadabhai might have hots too? Uhh.....I can't believe what I am saying!!!"

Neelima pinched a cheek of her bestie sweetly and murmured back...."mmhmmmm! Most probably cutie pie! But don't call her dadabhai now! Silly, it's didibhai! A didibhai who will wear a red bridal dress soon and breathe deep in anticipation of a Sexy .... Wet......Creamy Suhagraat!"

Subosree remained silent and one of her hands arose up to cover her mouth in a small gasp. She hated Neelima's crude words, but a deep coven inside her own heart yearned to know if this whole discussion had a reality or not.

In other words, Subosree wanted to find out the truth herself!

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Around Midnight :

Once the dinner was done, Debosree retired to Subosree's room and Pallavi went to sleep with Promila as usual. However, the night wasn't the same anymore for sure. Promila yawned from a tiresome day and had just placed her head on the pillow, only to turn and see how much Pallavi was admiring the diamond ring on her finger.

The sparkle of the ring surely had a grace to it and Pallavi shamelessly admired it with a latent lust in her eyes. Promila noticed that lust too and she then drew an image of Daksh in a white kurta with a very ravishing bridal version of Pallavi. The widow's body felt an adrenaline rush to approve the marriage of a non Bengali man, and that too a hunk like Daksh and something about this whole reality made her think...

"Palo shona is sure to be a happy wife now.......hmmmm..may God bless the couple!"

Thinking these words, Promila out of her maternal affection touched the forehead of Pallavi, making the lost girl shake a bit and then look up to see her ex-mother in law gazing deep into her eyes. That made Pallavi blush and she quickly got her hand down, ignoring about the diamond ring.

"You didn't sleep yet  mamuni?" Pallavi cooed.

"I can sleep in peace now. So happy to see you full of life now! You looked so pale all these days!" Promila smiled warmly.

"Well..........ummmmm...yes......I...am happy mamuni!" Pallavi wondered if her face revealed the shameless lust she had created for Daksh, but Promila was a mature lady, she studied the lust very well, but didn't wish to bother Pallavi much about it. Rather, she softly took hold of her ex-bahu's finger and admired the ring and then looked down to see the beautiful long almond nail and this whole combination made the finger even more graceful.

"Beautiful ring! Shona, Daksh has easily fallen in love with you!" Promila too turned slightly shameless and Pallavi felt a strange funny rush in her flat stomach and she looked up to hold Promila's palms and purr...

"Mamuni! I...I know it's hard for you....to..."

However Promila got a finger to Pallavi's lips and hushed her right away, pouting....."I have accepted the reality beta, forget the past and embrace this happy reality!"

Pallavi smiled and gave a brief hug to Promila before they both shut their lamps and dozed to sleep. No sooner did Pallavi sleep, her soul and mind drifted off to a romantic dream with Daksh...

Pallavi's Dream :

An unknown beach in the Twilight time welcomed Daksh and Pallavi and none of them were naked actually, but in their wedding outfits. Pallavi was in her benarsi red wedding saree and her almond nails were manicured in bright red. Her flat stomach looked delicious peeking out well enough and that too with a slight display of her navel, while Harsh wore the white kurta and it contrasted well with his brown tone.

Pallavi wasn't walking, she was being carried to the sea shore on the powerful arms of Daksh whose biceps bulged amazingly through the kurta. They lustily started at each other and Pallavi yearned to see the naked biceps of the man. Her heart ans soul orgasmed from the anticipation of the sight of her almond nails tracing the man's bicep and tricep bulges.

However, it was the conversation that took the dream to an interesting level, while Harsh carried Pallavi on her arms to the shore.

"It feels so safe to be in your arms..." Pallavi purred.

"It is easy to sway you Pallavi! Your beautiful slim body is light as a feather!" Daksh hissed back.

"Hmmmmmmm really? Wait till I get a bit heavy after marriage!! I will see then!" Pallavi hissed too and she wondered what made her say that.

"I won't mind! I pump hard weights and I can even lift up you then!" Daksh clearly had a lusty tone.

"Oh Daksh!!! I love you!" Pallavi melted with her words and she allowed her would-be groom to carry her all the way to the shore and when they reached there. Pallavi noticed something that sparkled amazingly nearby the sea.

Sparkling Diamonds! 

Not one, but many of them scattered all around the shore.

"Dd..Daksh.....oh my god! So many of them!!" Pallavi awed at the quantity of diamonds on the shore, while Daksh kissed her cheek and murmured...

"All for you my love!"

After his lines, Daksh gently placed Pallavi on the pile of diamonds on the shore and she shamelessly played with the sparkling pieces, admiring them, tossing them on air and giggling and laughing openly and even bringing one to kiss with her glossed lips.

.........

"Hmmmmphhh! Not again!" Pallavi realised the dream was over because she felt thirsty and she sighed when she realised how exciting the whole dream sequence was. The beach, the feel of being carried away by Daksh's powerful arms and ofcoarse the conversation and the sparkling Diamonds!

With a small gaze back at her Expensive Ringed finger and a small bite on the lower lip, Pallavi slept again and smiled with a blush and again dozed to sleep. She didn't dream any further, but in memory of the brief dream, her smile remained on her face.

On the other hand, Debosree was overall lost in a deep mental urge! 

The urge to explore her new body and that too because of the constant memories of Harsh and his presence throughout the morning. 

"No!!! This isn't uhmmm....uhhh okay!!" Debosree hissed and her hands automatically reached her breasts through the nightie and she began to slowly knead them. Her reluctance was present in her mind, but there was another seperate mind in her body that drove her all the way.

"No! I can't touch myself like this!!! No!!! No....." Debosree whined and cringed, but couldn't help but touch her breasts, knead them and then descend her hands down to touch around her thighs and even cup her mound through the material to cope a feel and all the time she did this, an image of a smiling Harsh remained in her mind.

"Uhhhhh!!!!! This is not....uhmmmmmm aah good!!" Debosree felt a heat rise so much in her body that the second feminine mind urged her to take the Vibrator out from underneath her pillow and buzz it on all the way over her body on various parts. The soft buzz from the device sent wicked shivers throughout Debosree's body as she began running it here and there, sometimes all over her breasts and then down to her pulsing mound. 

"Uhh no!! This is not okay....uhmmmmm aaaah! Hmmmmmmmmm!" 

No matter how much the male mind protested, the body had her own mind and it didn't bother being answerable to the mind above. Debosree moaned and enjoyed the device to the fullest, totally forgetting about her sister's presence next to her.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm ah mmmmmmmmmmmm!" 

With honest moans, Debosree ran the vibrator one more time on her leaking cunny and her legs wobbled with a rhythm as she bit her lip in shame and tears ran down her eyes in admitting that her new body now yearned for a male touch and with some last rubs on her fresh shaven cunny lips, the Bobby jerked her body thrice and thrashed back to the bed deep with head stuffed onto the pillow, immersing into a deep sleep.

However during the whole self stimulation act, Debosree remained oblivious to the fact that Subosree secretly and silently witnessed the whole act with horrified eyes. She couldn't believe her once dadabhai now not only possessed a ripe womanly body, but also had given birth to womanly instincts too.

With a silent but a loud gasp, Subosree slowly took the Vibrator out of the grasp of Debosree's legs and took a closer look only to gasp more to see tiny juice streaks on the smooth surface of the cervical mouth of the device. The juices resembled dewdrops of the very early vaginal releases of a ripe woman and looking at a peaceful asleep Debosree, the young sister just managed to murmur to herself...

"Oh god! Neelu was absolutely right! Oh goodness...So right!"

Subosree was finally convinced that her dadabhai was not the same person anymore and she slowly pulled the sheets up to cover up Debosree's lower body and adjust her nightie, while she herself went back to sleep with the clear realization that her own mindset will not be the same for sure.