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My uncle was a naughty man too. He would pat my mother’s ass and her elder sisters’ bottoms in the same playful way he handled his own wife. He had no hesitation in pressing my aunty’s milky breasts even in front of others.
My aunty was a woman who always seemed to be sweating. Her blouse and petticoat were perpetually soaked in sweat and kitchen grime. Even in winter, her armpits would be drenched. My uncle was extremely fond of her sweaty body and would often sniff her wet armpits whenever he found her working in the kitchen. He never cared what anyone thought of him. The women in the house were well aware of his obsession with my aunty’s damp armpits and often teased him about it.
Whenever my mother wanted to tease him, she would say that aunty had just finished some heavy work and was now completely soaked. In response, my uncle would pull my mother onto his lap and tease her back. Sometimes he would innocently pinch my mami on her hips, claiming there was an ant crawling there. When my elder sister visited, my mother and aunty would gang up on her and cup her plump buttocks. In our house, wet and bawdy words were never taboo—they were simply part of everyone’s everyday vocabulary. Sex, in one form or another, was omnipresent.
My aunty was a carefree soul and largely responsible for this open atmosphere. She was extremely caring and loving, yet she loved teasing even the children. She had a habit of checking our developing breasts and commenting on their growth. When my mother or mausi were not around, she would use her colorful vocabulary freely with us. Champa, the servant woman—who was an expert at massages—always supported her.
When the men had left after lunch and the ladies had some free time, my aunty would head to the old tamarind tree in the courtyard. A wooden cot was always kept there for people to relax under the cool shade. Aunty would casually remove her blouse and lie down like a wrestler. Champa would bring a pot of gingelly oil and begin massaging her for nearly an hour.
I had often seen Champa massaging my aunty’s enormous, glistening breasts, coated generously with gingelly or mustard oil depending on the season. When Cheenu and I were in the eighth standard, aunty would teasingly sing, “Reenu’s pussy has started growing hair… Cheenu’s breasts are bigger than Reenu’s… Cheenu will be a better fuck because she has much more hair on her moth!”
At that age, we didn’t fully understand words like cunt, pussy, or phallus. Yet aunty would openly comment on our developing bodies even in front of my mother and mausi, and everyone would burst into laughter.
One day, I asked Champa bhabhi (we also called her bhabhi, just like my mother and mausi did, and she loved teasing her young nanads), “Champa, why do you keep saying ‘cunt’? What is that?”
She laughed heartily, lifted my skirt, and pointed at my vagina. “Reenu, cunt means this whole part of your body. Cheenu already has a lot of hair there. When girls grow older, hair starts growing. Don’t worry, you’ve also started becoming hairy. See your little pussy triangle—it’s still flat, no? But look at mine.”
She lifted her own skirt and showed me her milky-white pussy. It was completely shaved and smooth. I was amazed—this was the first time I had seen an adult woman’s pussy up close. It looked big, shaped like a triangle, with a dark channel running down the middle like the bisector line our teacher had drawn in geometry.
“Champa, you have no hair there, but you’re grown up, right?” I asked innocently.
Champa laughed again and explained that she shaved her pubis to stay cool in the scorching heat. She also hinted that my aunty sometimes did the same. Then I asked her the meaning of “chudavathi,” a word they used so often.
“Do you want to become a chudavathi?” she teased, then explained, “Chudavathi means a woman who has been properly fucked by a man. Fucking means a man puts his large penis inside our vagina.”
I felt ashamed and tried to pull away, but my mami joined in, held me gently while giggling, and said, “Reenu, don’t be ashamed. There’s nothing to feel shy about. Champa is a chudavathi, your aunty is a chudavathi, and your mother is also a chudavathi. Unless we all get this chudai (poking), how could we have such beautiful children like you?”
Champa giggled and playfully pinched my budding breasts.
My uncle and aunty indulged in sex at every possible opportunity, completely oblivious to the two growing teenage girls in the house. Our room was right next to theirs. Every night, once the house fell silent and dark, we would hear aunty’s loud moans and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. We had a fair idea of what was happening.
I still remember one incident very vividly. I was in the tenth standard. Cheenu had gone to her parents’ place, so I was alone. It was winter; evenings arrived early. My college closed earlier than usual that day, and I came home unexpectedly. Aunty was busy somewhere, so I went straight to my room and slipped into bed because it was very cold and gloomy.
When I woke up, I heard strange sounds. I quietly opened my door a little. The electricity had gone out, and in the dim light, I saw aunty bent over, held firmly by uncle. Neither of them could see me. Aunty was whispering urgently, “Not here… Reenu will come home any moment. Hey, leave me—let’s go to the bedroom.”
Uncle teased her, “Arre, Reenu must still be in college. We’re all alone. What difference does it make? I’m feeling so hot after your five-day break.” I understood the reference—he was impatient for normal intercourse because aunty had been on her period. I had often seen Champa burning the red-stained cloths that were tied tightly between aunty’s legs during those days.
Assuming I was still at college, aunty gave in. She too seemed horny. Women are often extra aroused right after their periods end. Though she protested meekly that they should move to the bedroom, her resistance was mostly symbolic. With one hand grabbing her heavy breasts, uncle lifted her skirt and said he couldn’t wait any longer. He stripped her quickly and mounted her from behind like an ox mounting a cow.
I stood transfixed. I could clearly see his tight buttocks clenching as they slapped against aunty’s fat buttocks with a rhythmic “phus-phus” sound. Aunty’s face glowed with pleasure. Every time he squeezed her breasts, she let out soft, joyful moans. Soon the pounding grew frantic. Aunty was moving in perfect rhythm with him.
“What happened to you today? You’re in such a great mood!” she asked breathlessly.
In reply, uncle pulled his organ almost completely out and slammed it back in with one powerful thrust. “I’ve been hungry for five full days. I know you’re hungry too—to feel my cock deep inside your fuddy (pussy).”
“If you’re doing this now, what will we do at night?” she teased.
Instead of answering, uncle slipped his hand between her thighs and squeezed her clit. Aunty let out a loud moan that only inflamed his passion further. He told her that since no one was home, he wanted to fuck her right there in the verandah so they could watch if anyone approached. To my surprise, aunty readily agreed. They moved to the open verandah completely naked. Aunty lay on the floor with her legs spread wide while uncle rammed his big cock into her fuddy.
They had no idea I was inside the house. From my window, I could see everything clearly. They were only watching for someone coming from outside and never imagined I was watching from within. The scene went on and on. I stood there mute, not realizing when my own hand had slipped inside my skirt and I was gently caressing myself over my panty.
Only after they finished and I came back to my senses—realizing I had just witnessed my first live fucking and was almost wet—did I quietly tiptoe back to bed.
Aunty returned sometime later and was shocked to see me there. But when she thought I was fast asleep, she relaxed. She placed tea on the table and gently woke me up. I smiled and sipped the tea. Later, I joined her in the kitchen to help with dinner. She said she planned to sleep early.
“Why so early?” I asked.
“Your uncle is very hungry,” she replied.
I smiled impishly and dared to ask, “Why, aunty? Wasn’t his hunger satisfied with the evening fiesta?”
Aunty looked at me in surprise. She immediately understood what I meant. “So you were here?!”
“No, aunty, I didn’t see anything,” I pretended innocently.
She picked up the rolling pin in mock anger and said, “One day, when someone puts his penis inside your pussy, you’ll understand what real hunger is!”
That evening, since the power was still out, we had dinner by candlelight. Aunty ate quickly, eager to retire to the bedroom. I could barely suppress my laughter, knowing exactly why uncle was in such a hurry. Seeing my mischievous smile, aunty blushed deeply. She now knew for certain that I had watched them fucking in the verandah.
When I returned to my room, aunty followed me with two candles. She lit one and handed me the other—a real thick, huge one. Winking at me, she made a circle with her thumb and index finger, then pushed the candle through it, imitating the motion of a penis entering a pussy.
“Reenu, you can watch us if you want,” she said with a naughty smile. “And use this big candle in your pussy—it will feel very exciting. But first, apply some Vaseline, stretch properly, and spread your legs well.”
My aunty was a woman who always seemed to be sweating. Her blouse and petticoat were perpetually soaked in sweat and kitchen grime. Even in winter, her armpits would be drenched. My uncle was extremely fond of her sweaty body and would often sniff her wet armpits whenever he found her working in the kitchen. He never cared what anyone thought of him. The women in the house were well aware of his obsession with my aunty’s damp armpits and often teased him about it.
Whenever my mother wanted to tease him, she would say that aunty had just finished some heavy work and was now completely soaked. In response, my uncle would pull my mother onto his lap and tease her back. Sometimes he would innocently pinch my mami on her hips, claiming there was an ant crawling there. When my elder sister visited, my mother and aunty would gang up on her and cup her plump buttocks. In our house, wet and bawdy words were never taboo—they were simply part of everyone’s everyday vocabulary. Sex, in one form or another, was omnipresent.
My aunty was a carefree soul and largely responsible for this open atmosphere. She was extremely caring and loving, yet she loved teasing even the children. She had a habit of checking our developing breasts and commenting on their growth. When my mother or mausi were not around, she would use her colorful vocabulary freely with us. Champa, the servant woman—who was an expert at massages—always supported her.
When the men had left after lunch and the ladies had some free time, my aunty would head to the old tamarind tree in the courtyard. A wooden cot was always kept there for people to relax under the cool shade. Aunty would casually remove her blouse and lie down like a wrestler. Champa would bring a pot of gingelly oil and begin massaging her for nearly an hour.
I had often seen Champa massaging my aunty’s enormous, glistening breasts, coated generously with gingelly or mustard oil depending on the season. When Cheenu and I were in the eighth standard, aunty would teasingly sing, “Reenu’s pussy has started growing hair… Cheenu’s breasts are bigger than Reenu’s… Cheenu will be a better fuck because she has much more hair on her moth!”
At that age, we didn’t fully understand words like cunt, pussy, or phallus. Yet aunty would openly comment on our developing bodies even in front of my mother and mausi, and everyone would burst into laughter.
One day, I asked Champa bhabhi (we also called her bhabhi, just like my mother and mausi did, and she loved teasing her young nanads), “Champa, why do you keep saying ‘cunt’? What is that?”
She laughed heartily, lifted my skirt, and pointed at my vagina. “Reenu, cunt means this whole part of your body. Cheenu already has a lot of hair there. When girls grow older, hair starts growing. Don’t worry, you’ve also started becoming hairy. See your little pussy triangle—it’s still flat, no? But look at mine.”
She lifted her own skirt and showed me her milky-white pussy. It was completely shaved and smooth. I was amazed—this was the first time I had seen an adult woman’s pussy up close. It looked big, shaped like a triangle, with a dark channel running down the middle like the bisector line our teacher had drawn in geometry.
“Champa, you have no hair there, but you’re grown up, right?” I asked innocently.
Champa laughed again and explained that she shaved her pubis to stay cool in the scorching heat. She also hinted that my aunty sometimes did the same. Then I asked her the meaning of “chudavathi,” a word they used so often.
“Do you want to become a chudavathi?” she teased, then explained, “Chudavathi means a woman who has been properly fucked by a man. Fucking means a man puts his large penis inside our vagina.”
I felt ashamed and tried to pull away, but my mami joined in, held me gently while giggling, and said, “Reenu, don’t be ashamed. There’s nothing to feel shy about. Champa is a chudavathi, your aunty is a chudavathi, and your mother is also a chudavathi. Unless we all get this chudai (poking), how could we have such beautiful children like you?”
Champa giggled and playfully pinched my budding breasts.
My uncle and aunty indulged in sex at every possible opportunity, completely oblivious to the two growing teenage girls in the house. Our room was right next to theirs. Every night, once the house fell silent and dark, we would hear aunty’s loud moans and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. We had a fair idea of what was happening.
I still remember one incident very vividly. I was in the tenth standard. Cheenu had gone to her parents’ place, so I was alone. It was winter; evenings arrived early. My college closed earlier than usual that day, and I came home unexpectedly. Aunty was busy somewhere, so I went straight to my room and slipped into bed because it was very cold and gloomy.
When I woke up, I heard strange sounds. I quietly opened my door a little. The electricity had gone out, and in the dim light, I saw aunty bent over, held firmly by uncle. Neither of them could see me. Aunty was whispering urgently, “Not here… Reenu will come home any moment. Hey, leave me—let’s go to the bedroom.”
Uncle teased her, “Arre, Reenu must still be in college. We’re all alone. What difference does it make? I’m feeling so hot after your five-day break.” I understood the reference—he was impatient for normal intercourse because aunty had been on her period. I had often seen Champa burning the red-stained cloths that were tied tightly between aunty’s legs during those days.
Assuming I was still at college, aunty gave in. She too seemed horny. Women are often extra aroused right after their periods end. Though she protested meekly that they should move to the bedroom, her resistance was mostly symbolic. With one hand grabbing her heavy breasts, uncle lifted her skirt and said he couldn’t wait any longer. He stripped her quickly and mounted her from behind like an ox mounting a cow.
I stood transfixed. I could clearly see his tight buttocks clenching as they slapped against aunty’s fat buttocks with a rhythmic “phus-phus” sound. Aunty’s face glowed with pleasure. Every time he squeezed her breasts, she let out soft, joyful moans. Soon the pounding grew frantic. Aunty was moving in perfect rhythm with him.
“What happened to you today? You’re in such a great mood!” she asked breathlessly.
In reply, uncle pulled his organ almost completely out and slammed it back in with one powerful thrust. “I’ve been hungry for five full days. I know you’re hungry too—to feel my cock deep inside your fuddy (pussy).”
“If you’re doing this now, what will we do at night?” she teased.
Instead of answering, uncle slipped his hand between her thighs and squeezed her clit. Aunty let out a loud moan that only inflamed his passion further. He told her that since no one was home, he wanted to fuck her right there in the verandah so they could watch if anyone approached. To my surprise, aunty readily agreed. They moved to the open verandah completely naked. Aunty lay on the floor with her legs spread wide while uncle rammed his big cock into her fuddy.
They had no idea I was inside the house. From my window, I could see everything clearly. They were only watching for someone coming from outside and never imagined I was watching from within. The scene went on and on. I stood there mute, not realizing when my own hand had slipped inside my skirt and I was gently caressing myself over my panty.
Only after they finished and I came back to my senses—realizing I had just witnessed my first live fucking and was almost wet—did I quietly tiptoe back to bed.
Aunty returned sometime later and was shocked to see me there. But when she thought I was fast asleep, she relaxed. She placed tea on the table and gently woke me up. I smiled and sipped the tea. Later, I joined her in the kitchen to help with dinner. She said she planned to sleep early.
“Why so early?” I asked.
“Your uncle is very hungry,” she replied.
I smiled impishly and dared to ask, “Why, aunty? Wasn’t his hunger satisfied with the evening fiesta?”
Aunty looked at me in surprise. She immediately understood what I meant. “So you were here?!”
“No, aunty, I didn’t see anything,” I pretended innocently.
She picked up the rolling pin in mock anger and said, “One day, when someone puts his penis inside your pussy, you’ll understand what real hunger is!”
That evening, since the power was still out, we had dinner by candlelight. Aunty ate quickly, eager to retire to the bedroom. I could barely suppress my laughter, knowing exactly why uncle was in such a hurry. Seeing my mischievous smile, aunty blushed deeply. She now knew for certain that I had watched them fucking in the verandah.
When I returned to my room, aunty followed me with two candles. She lit one and handed me the other—a real thick, huge one. Winking at me, she made a circle with her thumb and index finger, then pushed the candle through it, imitating the motion of a penis entering a pussy.
“Reenu, you can watch us if you want,” she said with a naughty smile. “And use this big candle in your pussy—it will feel very exciting. But first, apply some Vaseline, stretch properly, and spread your legs well.”
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