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That night, even though the lights were out, they didn’t bother closing the window. I could hear not only the moaning and the creaking of the bed, but also my aunty talking loudly, giving him instructions as if she were doing a live radio commentary.
“Bite my boobs… Yes, fuck me like that… Put your fat lund deep into my pussy.”
She was describing everything in vivid detail. I was convinced that aunty knew I was listening and was deliberately giving me a detailed description.
From the next day onward, aunty and I became much closer. There was no longer any curtain of shyness between us. She taught both Cheenu and me how to measure our breasts properly — and it was never done over our clothes. She would make us strip completely naked, then inspect our growth almost every day when we were alone. Cheenu would feel shy about being naked in front of aunty, but I would join in and help strip her too. Soon after, both of us were taken to buy our first teen bras.
Once, I entered her room and noticed a special bottle of women’s body oil. “Hey, what is this for?” I asked. Aunty giggled at first, then became serious. “It’s for the most important place, dear. This is a herbal oil prepared by my mother. It’s the secret behind my big breasts.” She proudly lifted her enormous, football-like boobs for me to see. No wonder my uncle was crazy about her.
She explained that for a girl, breasts are the most important asset — the one thing that drives men wild. So a girl must take proper care of them. She offered me some of her oil so that I too could develop bigger breasts. Then she made me lift my kurta and gently massaged the oil into my budding breasts.
“You are at the perfect age for this,” she said. “If you don’t take care now, later you’ll start worrying, but by then the best time for development will be gone.”
When my mother visited, the two sisters discussed it openly. Mom immediately bought a breast massager for both Cheenu and me. By this time we were in the eleventh standard.
I had already learned how to touch myself. A friend who was quite experienced had taught me how to caress my labia and rub my clit properly. I had also secretly read books on oral sex and various positions that I found hidden in mami’s room. I would discuss all of it with Cheenu. She was an eager listener, but when it came to active participation, she would always get cold feet. Knowing her shy nature, I loved teasing her — I would suddenly lift her frock and squeeze her over her panty.
Then the winter vacation began. It was time for the big family reunion. Since we couldn’t travel because of our exams, everyone came to our house one by one — my parents, my mother’s elder sisters, and finally the eldest sister of my mother.
When I bent down to touch her feet, she lifted me up and exclaimed to mami, “Arre, Reenu has become a full woman! Look at her breasts — how taut and well-rounded they are!” Without hesitation, she squeezed my breasts firmly. Showing them to mami, she continued, “Such perfect, globe-like tits. I think some boy has already handled them. Otherwise, how could they become so beautifully rounded with nipples standing out like cherries?”
I was completely taken aback. She giggled and added, “Arre, I only meant they make you look really beautiful. Don’t get embarrassed.” Even while speaking, she kept caressing and fondling them.
“No, Mousi, I won’t allow any boy to touch me there. I’m not like that,” I defended myself.
My eldest mausi laughed and hugged me tightly. “Don’t worry, dear. I was just teasing you, little devil. But there’s nothing wrong in letting someone press your boobs at this age. If not boys, then let girls do it. It’s the best time to massage them — it helps them develop beautifully. Do you know your mother and I started caressing each other’s breasts when we were your age? That’s why we have better boobs than any of our other sisters.”
She continued fondling my young teen breasts and said, “This is called choonchiya uthana. This is the best age to enjoy them. You can flaunt them, show them to boys — they will do what is known as chakshu chodan. Even before anyone touches your body, you’ll be giving joy to so many. Never hide them completely. If you must cover them, hide them only partly.”
Just then my mother walked in and said, “What’s happening here? Leave my daughter alone. You’re at your old tricks again!”
Mom was surprised to see how large my breasts had become. She quickly looked away, but my elder mausi was still pinching my nipples and reluctant to let go. “I was only comparing her breasts with my own daughter’s,” she said. Her daughter Neelu was also staring at my breasts with special interest.
Mom pretended to be angry and said, “Okay, don’t cast your evil eye on my pretty daughter.” She told me to pull my shirt back down.
Meanwhile, Neelu didi — our eldest cousin — arrived. We hugged each other warmly, and I quickly dragged her to my room.
Neelu was the most mature among us. She had spent most of her time in Punjab and behaved like a typical Punjabi kudi — bold and village-style. She had the most “experience” and loved telling the bawdiest jokes and teaching us clever ways to tease boys. Because her mother lived far away, they visited only two or three times a year.
She hugged me again, almost measuring my breasts, and exclaimed, “Ooooh, Reenu! Your tits have become ripe for handling. How did they grow so big in just one year? Are you massaging them?”
I laughed and said, “No, no, Neelu didi.”
She squeezed them again and asked my size. “32C,” I replied.
“Perfect size for boys to handle,” she exclaimed. “Men will die for breasts like these. Now come inside the quilt and let me have a closer look.”
She pushed me under the quilt, lifted my skirt, and squeezed my cunt over my panty. “Hey, do you touch yourself here?” she asked.
I couldn’t lie to Neelu didi, so I admitted hesitantly, “Yes…”
She looked pleased and pressed her fingers harder. “Okay, you’ve progressed a bit. Let’s see how much!”
But she didn’t stop there. She took my hand and guided it to her own pussy. “Now show me how you do it.” She lowered her panties and let my fingers slip inside. I was trembling — it was broad daylight — but Neelu didi was not the least bit bothered.
When my fingers reached her pussy, I was surprised to find it completely smooth — not a single hair. She opened a film magazine and told me to look at it while my hands did their job. We were chatting and reading, but under the quilt my fingers were busy. I caressed her outer labia with two fingers, trailing from the base of her clit all the way down and back. Slowly I increased the pressure. When I felt her getting wet, I suddenly cupped her entire cunt with my palm and began rubbing hard, grinding the base of my palm against her clit.
Until that day I had never inserted a finger inside anyone. After rubbing with my palm for some time and feeling her grow hotter, I slowed down and went back to caressing with two fingers. This time I teased the inner sides of her labia with more force and confidence.
Neelu didi admitted that I had learned quite well. Suddenly, my aunty walked into the room and caught us.
“Hey! What’s going on here?” she demanded.
Neelu didi teased her boldly, “Oh aunty, you’re like an ant in our heaven. Please go away and don’t tell anyone!”
I was shocked at how boldly Neelu spoke to aunty. But unlike her usual self, aunty looked a little perturbed and didn’t respond sharply. Without removing my fingers, I asked if we had caused any trouble.
Aunty replied that she was checking the rooms to arrange comfortable sleeping arrangements for all the guests that night.
An idea suddenly flashed in my mind. “Aunty, the barsati room on the roof is empty right now. Neelu didi, Cheenu, and I can sleep there. You can use this room for mausa ji or whoever you like.”
Aunty looked relieved, but then asked, “What about the cot? There isn’t one up there.”
Neelu didi quickly came to the rescue. “We’ll take the sofa from here and manage the rest. Don’t worry, aunty.”
Aunty smiled, back to her usual mischievous self. “Okay, but you girls will be all alone up there. Don’t call any boyfriends, okay?” She winked at us playfully and left for the kitchen.
As soon as her back was turned, I pinched Neelu didi’s cunt one last time and withdrew my fingers. Neelu looked thrilled and said, “That was good.”
Then she asked, “Reenu, do you do this with Cheenu? I think she needs to be fingered properly. Don’t lie to me — I bet you two are doing it to each other.” Saying this, she cupped my boobs. I felt a thrill run through me.
“No, Neelu didi,” I replied. “Cheenu is very shy. She won’t even undress in front of me. She always changes in the bathroom and never pees in the open like the rest of us do here.”
I confessed that I had once tried to look at Cheenu’s privates while she was asleep, but even in deep sleep she kept her thighs tightly closed. Most nights she slept in her bra and panties, and whenever I tried to touch her breasts, she would push my hand away.
Neelu didi smiled and said, “Okay, that means I’ll have to train her. And since you’re also learning fast, we can train her together.”
“Bite my boobs… Yes, fuck me like that… Put your fat lund deep into my pussy.”
She was describing everything in vivid detail. I was convinced that aunty knew I was listening and was deliberately giving me a detailed description.
From the next day onward, aunty and I became much closer. There was no longer any curtain of shyness between us. She taught both Cheenu and me how to measure our breasts properly — and it was never done over our clothes. She would make us strip completely naked, then inspect our growth almost every day when we were alone. Cheenu would feel shy about being naked in front of aunty, but I would join in and help strip her too. Soon after, both of us were taken to buy our first teen bras.
Once, I entered her room and noticed a special bottle of women’s body oil. “Hey, what is this for?” I asked. Aunty giggled at first, then became serious. “It’s for the most important place, dear. This is a herbal oil prepared by my mother. It’s the secret behind my big breasts.” She proudly lifted her enormous, football-like boobs for me to see. No wonder my uncle was crazy about her.
She explained that for a girl, breasts are the most important asset — the one thing that drives men wild. So a girl must take proper care of them. She offered me some of her oil so that I too could develop bigger breasts. Then she made me lift my kurta and gently massaged the oil into my budding breasts.
“You are at the perfect age for this,” she said. “If you don’t take care now, later you’ll start worrying, but by then the best time for development will be gone.”
When my mother visited, the two sisters discussed it openly. Mom immediately bought a breast massager for both Cheenu and me. By this time we were in the eleventh standard.
I had already learned how to touch myself. A friend who was quite experienced had taught me how to caress my labia and rub my clit properly. I had also secretly read books on oral sex and various positions that I found hidden in mami’s room. I would discuss all of it with Cheenu. She was an eager listener, but when it came to active participation, she would always get cold feet. Knowing her shy nature, I loved teasing her — I would suddenly lift her frock and squeeze her over her panty.
Then the winter vacation began. It was time for the big family reunion. Since we couldn’t travel because of our exams, everyone came to our house one by one — my parents, my mother’s elder sisters, and finally the eldest sister of my mother.
When I bent down to touch her feet, she lifted me up and exclaimed to mami, “Arre, Reenu has become a full woman! Look at her breasts — how taut and well-rounded they are!” Without hesitation, she squeezed my breasts firmly. Showing them to mami, she continued, “Such perfect, globe-like tits. I think some boy has already handled them. Otherwise, how could they become so beautifully rounded with nipples standing out like cherries?”
I was completely taken aback. She giggled and added, “Arre, I only meant they make you look really beautiful. Don’t get embarrassed.” Even while speaking, she kept caressing and fondling them.
“No, Mousi, I won’t allow any boy to touch me there. I’m not like that,” I defended myself.
My eldest mausi laughed and hugged me tightly. “Don’t worry, dear. I was just teasing you, little devil. But there’s nothing wrong in letting someone press your boobs at this age. If not boys, then let girls do it. It’s the best time to massage them — it helps them develop beautifully. Do you know your mother and I started caressing each other’s breasts when we were your age? That’s why we have better boobs than any of our other sisters.”
She continued fondling my young teen breasts and said, “This is called choonchiya uthana. This is the best age to enjoy them. You can flaunt them, show them to boys — they will do what is known as chakshu chodan. Even before anyone touches your body, you’ll be giving joy to so many. Never hide them completely. If you must cover them, hide them only partly.”
Just then my mother walked in and said, “What’s happening here? Leave my daughter alone. You’re at your old tricks again!”
Mom was surprised to see how large my breasts had become. She quickly looked away, but my elder mausi was still pinching my nipples and reluctant to let go. “I was only comparing her breasts with my own daughter’s,” she said. Her daughter Neelu was also staring at my breasts with special interest.
Mom pretended to be angry and said, “Okay, don’t cast your evil eye on my pretty daughter.” She told me to pull my shirt back down.
Meanwhile, Neelu didi — our eldest cousin — arrived. We hugged each other warmly, and I quickly dragged her to my room.
Neelu was the most mature among us. She had spent most of her time in Punjab and behaved like a typical Punjabi kudi — bold and village-style. She had the most “experience” and loved telling the bawdiest jokes and teaching us clever ways to tease boys. Because her mother lived far away, they visited only two or three times a year.
She hugged me again, almost measuring my breasts, and exclaimed, “Ooooh, Reenu! Your tits have become ripe for handling. How did they grow so big in just one year? Are you massaging them?”
I laughed and said, “No, no, Neelu didi.”
She squeezed them again and asked my size. “32C,” I replied.
“Perfect size for boys to handle,” she exclaimed. “Men will die for breasts like these. Now come inside the quilt and let me have a closer look.”
She pushed me under the quilt, lifted my skirt, and squeezed my cunt over my panty. “Hey, do you touch yourself here?” she asked.
I couldn’t lie to Neelu didi, so I admitted hesitantly, “Yes…”
She looked pleased and pressed her fingers harder. “Okay, you’ve progressed a bit. Let’s see how much!”
But she didn’t stop there. She took my hand and guided it to her own pussy. “Now show me how you do it.” She lowered her panties and let my fingers slip inside. I was trembling — it was broad daylight — but Neelu didi was not the least bit bothered.
When my fingers reached her pussy, I was surprised to find it completely smooth — not a single hair. She opened a film magazine and told me to look at it while my hands did their job. We were chatting and reading, but under the quilt my fingers were busy. I caressed her outer labia with two fingers, trailing from the base of her clit all the way down and back. Slowly I increased the pressure. When I felt her getting wet, I suddenly cupped her entire cunt with my palm and began rubbing hard, grinding the base of my palm against her clit.
Until that day I had never inserted a finger inside anyone. After rubbing with my palm for some time and feeling her grow hotter, I slowed down and went back to caressing with two fingers. This time I teased the inner sides of her labia with more force and confidence.
Neelu didi admitted that I had learned quite well. Suddenly, my aunty walked into the room and caught us.
“Hey! What’s going on here?” she demanded.
Neelu didi teased her boldly, “Oh aunty, you’re like an ant in our heaven. Please go away and don’t tell anyone!”
I was shocked at how boldly Neelu spoke to aunty. But unlike her usual self, aunty looked a little perturbed and didn’t respond sharply. Without removing my fingers, I asked if we had caused any trouble.
Aunty replied that she was checking the rooms to arrange comfortable sleeping arrangements for all the guests that night.
An idea suddenly flashed in my mind. “Aunty, the barsati room on the roof is empty right now. Neelu didi, Cheenu, and I can sleep there. You can use this room for mausa ji or whoever you like.”
Aunty looked relieved, but then asked, “What about the cot? There isn’t one up there.”
Neelu didi quickly came to the rescue. “We’ll take the sofa from here and manage the rest. Don’t worry, aunty.”
Aunty smiled, back to her usual mischievous self. “Okay, but you girls will be all alone up there. Don’t call any boyfriends, okay?” She winked at us playfully and left for the kitchen.
As soon as her back was turned, I pinched Neelu didi’s cunt one last time and withdrew my fingers. Neelu looked thrilled and said, “That was good.”
Then she asked, “Reenu, do you do this with Cheenu? I think she needs to be fingered properly. Don’t lie to me — I bet you two are doing it to each other.” Saying this, she cupped my boobs. I felt a thrill run through me.
“No, Neelu didi,” I replied. “Cheenu is very shy. She won’t even undress in front of me. She always changes in the bathroom and never pees in the open like the rest of us do here.”
I confessed that I had once tried to look at Cheenu’s privates while she was asleep, but even in deep sleep she kept her thighs tightly closed. Most nights she slept in her bra and panties, and whenever I tried to touch her breasts, she would push my hand away.
Neelu didi smiled and said, “Okay, that means I’ll have to train her. And since you’re also learning fast, we can train her together.”
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