A new life with a new family

[tajrani]

CHAPTER : 1

 

The car drove on through the downpour. It was raining like crazy. I would reach my destination within a few minutes. I have just traveled a grueling 12 hrs long journey from Dubai to Kolkata.  Kolkata my home or so it used to be .  Since last 5 years I have been living abroad , working in Dubai . My childhood passion for photography and art drove me outside and finally landed me in Dubai . But all that seemed distant now .

As I reached the destination the plaque on the wall gleamed in the headlights of the car .
‘ Banerjee Residence ‘ , my birthplace and my home . 

It has been 10 long years since I entered here . Completing college , I entered college and stayed away and finally left the country .

There was no reason to stay in this house . There was nothing keeping me bound to this place .
I lost my mother here at the age of 12 . I saw my father gradually waste his life and career away getting drunk . A brilliant doctor who expected many things from his son , but was severely disappointed with my career choice .  My father gave up on me , I did not protest .

Both he and I actively tried to stay detached.  5 years ago, though, he remarried. Gave me a brief call to informed me of his registry.  I widowed woman who also has a daughter. I listened but could not care any less. 

Over the years, I learned from my relatives that she has taken good care of him and she was a young, beautiful and kind woman. This particular woman contacted me 5 days ago informing that my father passed away.
As I walked up to the door of the house, it opened and a kind familiar face greeted me. Mr. Bose, my father’s childhood friend and advocate.

“ Come on in fast Arun “, he said and hurriedly let me inside into the living room .
We sat on the sofa and Mr. Bose explained to me about my father’s passing .  I hardly noticed what he was saying as I looked around the room . It felt familiar yet different . Much tidier and much less gloomy when I left .

“ Now only the matter of the will is remaining Arun . Let me just get through it and then I can leave . “ , Mr. Bose said as he opened his briefcase .

“ I don’t want anything , “ I muttered automatically .

Mr. Bose gave a fake chuckle and responded, “Now now Arun, I know about your relation with your father, must we must adhere to the legalities. By the way how long are you staying? “ .

“Just a week, “ I responded.

Mr. Bose looked briefly concerned but then he loudly spoke, “Mrs. Banerjee if you could come in the living room and also bring your daughter along. “

Hearing this I was suddenly brought to my full senses.

A lady came out of the kitchen, closely followed by a young girl and the world seemed to stop.
 
Mr. Bose smiled at me and said , “ Arun I guess this is the first time you are meeting your step mother and step sister . “

“ This is Mrs. Trisha Banerjee and her beautiful daughter, Miss Juhi . “ , declared Mr. Bose .

Trisha my stepmother gave a warm smile while Juhi my step sister gave a nervous nod. Trisha looked young, it was hard to believe she was the mother of another young lady.  Both of them were beyond beautiful. Trisha slightly taller than her daughter yet she would only reach the level of my eyes.  Trisha having a curvy figure with long black flowing hair, while Juhi short hair and slender figure.

Both of them sat down on the opposite sofa as Mr. Bose started explaining the details of my father’s will.
The facts were that my father has divided his entire belongings between me and my step mother. The house was on my name. And his final wish was that I come and live here with my step mother and step sister.

I listened without saying anything. My mind was full of many things, but one thing bothered me the most and it was nagging on my mind.

Mr. Bose finished packing his papers and started getting ready to leave . I went through the will papers and what Mr. Bose said was true .

Property to be divided between Arun Banerjee (25) , Trisha Banerjee (38) and Juhi Banerjee (18) .
 
So , this lady , my step mother was 38 years old yet she looked hardly a little older than me. And my step sister is 18 yet looked so timid and innocent.

My mind was filled with so many questions, so many thoughts and on top of that Trisha looked familiar.  I had seen her before. But where?
 
“Arun ?” , the soft voice brought me back to reality. I looked up, the room was empty, Mr. Bose has left. Trisha was standing in front of me.  My heart started beating rapidly, she was close.  Her white kurti was damp and sticking to her sweaty body. A sweet musky smell coming from her .  I could not help but notice her bust, it was big and the little bit of cleavage visible suggested it was deep.
 
Trisha gave a nervous smile and said , “ I know you have a lot of questions, but it’s almost 11 pm now . Me and Juhi have prepared dinner. So let us eat first and then we can talk . “
I nodded and followed her to the dining room.

We had dinner quietly. Juhi left first and went to her room on the upper floor. It used to be my room once upon a time.  Our house was a two-storey building with plenty rooms.

“ Arun you can sleep in the master bedroom , its same as your father left it . “ , Trisha said quietly as she cleared the table .

“No, no, you sleep there, I will take the other bedroom,” , I replied automatically. It was a only natural that I stay in the other room as I was going to be there for few days.

Trisha looked up and said, “But I sleep there.“

I was puzzled.

Trisha looked embarrassed, “Umm .. your father and I slept separately, always. “

This puzzled me more.   What kind of marriage did they have?  Sleeping separately?

Pushing this weirdness out of my mind I asked her, “Umm. have you been in Tv or some commercial before? U looks familiar. “

The effect was unexpected, Trisha froze, her eyes wide and face flustered. She looked away and muttered, “No, I don’t think so. “

I knew it was a lie, but nothing to do, I went to the master bed room, or my room for now.

I sat on the bed , taking in the room . My father’s bedroom and also his study room . Same as it was always.  On the desk there was 2 photos on stand. The first one I remembered, it contained me, father and my mother. Taken at a beach during holiday.

The second one, I picked up. It was the photo taken during his registry marriage with Trisha. He, Trisha and Juhi, all standing there and smiling. In the photo, father looked older, while Trisha and Juhi looked younger. Obviously, it was taken 5 years ago.

Father looked happy and in better health, Juhi looked as usual, timid and nervous, but Trisha seemed the happiest. Her smile and the gleam in her eyes …. Her smile …. I have seen that smile before.

I opened my laptop and frantically started typing. My brain running fast. It took several minutes to find, but I finally found it .  A website not much popular these days. A website where photographers post their projects, photo shoots and videos. Where once upon a time went and purchased many projects and portfolio as I wanted to become a professional one day.

I opened the folder I was looking for. It contained many pictures and several videos. I have seen these before and relieved myself also.  I clicked one of the videos and it started playing. My cock became hard as I watched the beautiful lady on the screen nervously smiling and posing. I kept on watching. There was a soft knock on the door , I looked around to see Trisha walking in . 



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CHAPTER 2 :

Trisha felt nervous and also a bit scared as she climbed the stairs and went towards the master bedroom.  Did Arun recognize her? But how could he?  , these thoughts riddled her mind.

She made sure that Juhi was asleep, she needed to speak with her step son in private. Matters that she needed to clarify.

Heart fluttering, she reached the door and knocked.
“Arun? are you awake? Can we speak now? “ , she said clearly and pushed the door open.

Arun was sitting there on the study desk with his laptop open. One look at his wide eyes told her that something was wrong.

“Arun … is everythi…. “ , Trisha could not finish.

‘mmmm …. Aaaaaah .. ahhhh ….owwww …. Owwww … ahhh ‘

She heard the moans coming from the laptop. Her heart sank … she knew those moans … she knew the person who was moaning.

She closed the door behind her quietly and moved towards the desk. She stood beside her step son and watched.  She watched on the screen, her younger self panting and moaning while she fucked her pussy with the handle of a hair brush.

I closed the lid of the laptop and immediately the room fell silent.  Trisha was still standing there, tears rolling down her cheeks. Somehow, she looked sad yet more innocent than ever.

I took out a cigarette and lit it .

Trisha staggered to the bed and sat quietly. She was looking at me. her eyes filled with tears and determination. Seeing her in this state made my heart ache.

“ Do you hate me ? “ , she asked quietly .
“ I don’t know “
“ Do you think , I am a slut ? “ , she asked quietly .
“ I don’t know “ , I muttered .
Trisha sobbed . I looked up at her . Her lips trembling , her eyes filled with tears . She looked at me and said , “ Ple… please .. I …. I am not . “

“ Explain please ….. “ , I somehow managed to utter those words .

And she did . I cruised through one cigarette after another while hearing her .

“ I was born and raised in a poor village in a nearby district of Kolkata . Since childhood , everyone praised me of my looks and beauty . As it so happens, in most poor villages , I got married at the age of 18 . A very early age compared to the norms in the city . But I was happy , my husband was a good man and we had Juhi . But good times do not last long .  He died of heart attack and my in laws turned against me.

So , I had no choice but to come to Kolkata for work . I tried many work , but I was not educated so only got trivial jobs . Still , I managed somehow and brought Juhi to Kolkata also and rented a small apartment. I was working as a waitress in a cafeteria . When a photographer approached me .  He told me of the photo shoot and I agreed , the pay was more than anything , I earned that time . I did several shoots and earned the much-needed money. But then the shoots became more than I could handle .  He offered more pay but , no more solo , softcore shoots. I rejected.  I found a job as a bartender in one of the posh restoras  and started working there. Money was less , but it was something, I could handle. There I met your father who frequently came for drinks.  Over time he got to know my story and he shared his.

He felt pity for me maybe and he lamented losing you . He asked me if I could treat you as a son , like he could not . He wanted you , but his ego did not allow him to reach out to you .
We got married , just in legal terms . He gave me a business to run on my own . A yoga and fitness centre . He just wanted me and Juhi to be happy and stay here . He said the house felt empty after you left . To the outside world we were husband and wife but inside we were just two different beings sharing the same roof . “

“ Enough , No more … “ , I said through a crack voice .

“ Arun … I know …. How you feel …. Just give me a weeks time … I will find a place and move out with Juhi … out of your life . “ , Trisha said in a quiet tone . She was not sobbing anymore , but had a determined look .

“ What do you mean? “ , I asked , surprised by the abrupt decision .

Trisha looked at me and said , “ It is your house Arun , you don’t have to share it with someone you hate . “
“ Hate? “ , I snarled , “ What gave you that idea ? “

Trisha kept looking at me her eyes fixed on mine . Her lips moved but no words came .

“ How could I hate you ? Everything remains the same . As my father wished . “ , I muttered .

“ Since this house is mine , then it is my decision who stays and who leaves . And you and Juhi will definitely stay . In fact , this whole situa…… “  , I was cut abruptly as Trisha moved in and hugged me tightly .

She was sobbing silently her face on my chest . I felt her warm tears on my shirt damping the cloth . Her cushion like soft breasts pressed on me .  I looked down , only to find the deep line of her cleavage. I felt my cock get hard . An erection at this time is not appropriate.

Trisha also felt my tent poking her . She slowly let go and looked down .  She moved to the desk and opened my laptop again . I sat on the chair and lit another cig. My heart was lighter now . She had no ill intention , that was clear .

I went over to her . She was browsing her nude pictures and videos .

“ Why are you looking at those ? “ , I asked

“ Will you delete them? “ , she asked in return .

“ No “ ,  I replied sharply.

Trisha was looking at me one of her eyebrows raised .

“ Those are good , “ , I said and looked away .

Trisha laughed , a genuine laugh after a long time . “ And what about the ones where my arms are raised , you liked all the pictures where my armpits are in full view . “

I closed the lid of the laptop and said , “ Those are the favourites . “ It was true that I had a fetish for Armpits .

Trisha stood up and came close . “ Can I ask you something ? “ , she muttered , her eyes locked on mine .
I nodded .

“ Did you jerk off seeing me ? “ , she whispered

I nodded again.

Her expression was something that I was not accustomed with. Her eyes expectant.
“What came into you mind when you saw me like that? “ , she asked me.

I hesitated. Trisha smiled, “Don’t feel embarrassed, you have seen me, your step mother exposing herself and stuffing her cunt with a brush and enjoying it . And that is the truth. So please tell me your true thoughts.”

I took a long pause, still looking at her and said slowly, “ I felt like pumping you and filling you up, over and over again. “

A smile lit up Trisha’s face.  She nodded.

“Can I request something from my step son? “ , she asked quietly

My heart was beating faster now, A request? But I nodded.

“Please don’t watch those photos and videos ever again, and if possible, delete them. “ , she spoke.
My heart sank a little, I cherished those at one point of time. But she is my step mother. I nodded.

“Thank you “ , she said and left.

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CHAPTER 3:
 

The next morning, I woke up, my head still filled with the thoughts from previous night.  As I have already agreed to Trisha , I deleted all her photos and videos.  But it felt strange, somehow, I craved seeing those more. Previously it was some random nude girl like many countless others. But now, knowing that she was here in the same house, so close made my heart restless.

I made my way downstairs after getting fresh and dressed and spotted Trisha and Juhi both sitting in the dining table.

“Good morning dada “ , said Juhi with a slight smile as I walked up to the table. Again, I was taken aback.  I am not used to being referred as an older brother. 

“Umm … Yaa .. good morning sis “ , I somehow managed to croak awkwardly and gave a smile which I was sure looked creepy.

But somehow Juhi blushed a little and started focusing on her bowl of cornflakes. 

She looked cute in her baggy t-shirt and leggings.

Trisha came from the kitchen holding a bowl of cornflakes which she placed in front of me. 

“It’s the best, I could do now. Have to go shopping for grocery today.”, she said with an apologetic look.

“Its fine “, I replied and started eating.

“ We were  planning to go out shopping, if you have anything to buy, you can also come, or else stay and take rest. “, said Trisha .

I thought for a moment, there was a few things I needed to buy. So, I agreed.

 

So 2 hrs later I found myself in a shopping mall along with my step mother and step sister. 

Juhi was wearing another baggy t-shirt and jeans while Trisha wore a Kurti with jeans.  Both looking radiant and stunning.

We were receiving a lot of looks from other shoppers, mostly from the guys. 

It was a new experience for me, going to shopping with two ladies, I met recently.

We did the grocery shopping first. Coming out of spencers with heavy bags we took a brief rest in the cafeteria and had some food. 

After that we found ourselves in the clothing section. I could sense the excitement in both Trisha and Juhi. Afterall girls in clothing store is like a kid in a candy shop. 

I found a nice secluded corner and sat there along with the grocery bags. Trisha and Juhi were nowhere to be seen. Probably they were browsing clothes among the different aisles.

I also idly moved about and picked up random things from here and there, stuffs like shaving cream, comb, etc.

After sometime I spotted Trisha standing in front of a trial room holding some clothes. 

“ Oh , hi …. I am just waiting for trying on these Kurtis “ , she said holding them up for me to see . 

They were ordinary and bland. So, I gave an approving nod. Maybe my nod wasn’t convincing enough or maybe my expression but Trisha noticed something.

“You don’t like these? “ , she asked in a soft voice.  She was looking at me.

Something, irked me and I replied, “No it’s perfect since you deliberately want to look old and hide your beauty. “

There was silence, this part of the shop was less crowded. The trial room door opened and a woman walked out and went off. 

Trisha was still looking at me. Slowly she started entering the trial room. Just before locking the door, I heard her soft voice say, “Fine, you choose something for me. “ 

I took a moment for me to process, but I rushed off and started searching for what I had in mind. 

5 minutes later, I returned, Trisha was standing outside the empty trial room. There was no one else nearby.

Trisha’s heart skipped a beat as she saw what Arun was holding. She was expecting something like this. She felt embarrassed, that her step son wanted her to wear this. But a part of her felt glad. It has been a long time, infact decades since someone has suggested her to wear something of their choice.  And the gleam and excitement on his step son’s eyes acted as a catalyst. 

I handed her the top I was holding. Panting a little, I asked, “Will you wear this? “

Trisha was looking at me, her eyes round, her mouth opened a few times and slowly she said, “ I promised your father, that I will try my best to rebuild his broken family. To make you stay here as he wished. To be a good step-mother to you. “

“Then give me a reason to stay.” , I replied as my voice cracked.

Trisha new what it meant, but she was still in doubt, in dilemma. Her heart, beating 2 times faster, wanted her to tip over, but her brain was still trying to find some reason to hold back.

I noticed the sweat building up on her forehead. She was thinking, “ I am your step-mother. Is it appropriate?” , her question was simple, yet to the point.

“All I know, many years ago I saw someone and I desired her. But now she is here in front of me, matured like a fine wine and I am lucky enough to be her step-son. “ , my reply had immediate effect on Trisha.

Trisha felt the words wash over her like a wave. She felt the moisture build at the corner of her eyes.  She was relived and convinced, but there was another place also which became moist, a place which remained dry and neglected for many years. Trisha felt the wetness between her legs, and she knew the reason. 

‘Desired’, the word echoed inside her. She was desired, after so many years. She realized she had failed as a step-mother.

I watched her as in shock, there was tears in her eyes. But her expression was opposite. Eyes blinking, she moved back towards the trial room holding the top. Her voice was trembling, but I heard her loud and clear, “I cannot be the step-mother like your father wanted me to be , but I will not fail as the step-mother you want me to be. “

The door closed and she was gone. I was standing there like a baboon, confused and trying to process what I heard. ‘What did she mean? Is it what I think?’

*CLICK*

The door opened slightly, and from inside the trial room came Trisha’s voice as a whisper. 

I moved like a cat, slipped inside and locked the door. As I turned around, I was transfixed.

There she was wearing the sleeveless tank top that I gave her. Her curves more prominent than ever. Her body sweaty and her chest rising and falling with each breath.  Her shoulders finally visible , the outline of her bra visible behind the thin fabric .

 

Trisha felt hot, she was sweating, she was breathing heavily and her heart was racing.  She saw the lust in the gaze of her step-son’s eyes.  She looked at her feet and avoided looking at him.  That gaze made her feel so many things, made her so much aroused. 

“Look at me “ , came his hoarse voice. 

She had no choice, slowly she looked at him and saw the hunger, the desire in his eyes. 

I moved forward a little, I was glad to see that she did not move back. Words came out of my mouth without thinking.  “This is ten times better than that video of yours, this is the real you. “

“Do…. Do you mean it …. St…. Son?” , came her voice as a whisper like a breeze

I was now in front of her, my chest brushing against her. She was shorter than me and she was looking up. Her big, round eyes searching for assurance. 

“You will not leave me…. Right? Son? “, Trisha’s voice was barely more than a slight rustle of leaves.

I understood her need, her plea and responded, “Never mother …. you are mine.”

Trisha smiled, for the first time, she smiled, her face blushing. She stood there her eyes on mine. She gave a little laugh like a teenager and said, “I knew you would bring something sleeveless. So , are you satisfied? “

“No , not yet mom, you need to raise your arms.” , I said without any hesitation. 

Trisha’s eyes widened and her cheeks blushed a shade of pale crimson. She stuttered and said , “ Bu… but… son , its not shaved and … sweaty …. It doesn’t look good … just wait .. tomorrow … I will….. “

But Arun cut her in mid-sentence.

“Who said anything about looking? I am going to taste it . “

“Taste? “ , muttered Trisha, as her heart skipped several beats, ‘her son wanted to taste her there? ‘  . His eyes showed intention and determination, there was no doubt in those eyes. 

“ I have seen many including yours also, But I want to taste yours, mom. “, Arun’s voice reverberated throughout her body.

There was no fighting it . Of course she will let Arun, her step-son …. no her son , have his first taste of the thing he desired.  Of course, she as his mother will fully satisfy his fetish.

Trisha slowly raised both her arms and rested her hands behind her head. She saw the spark in his eyes and felt fulfilled for the first time in her life.

 

I felt my dick throb; my throat gets dry. Trisha’s pits were exposed, her meaty armpits laid bare like a buffet, glistening with sweat and covered with a thin layer of hair. And like a hungry wolf, I pounced forward, burying my face on her left armpit.

 

I took a long whiff, intoxicating, her musky scent mixed with fine traces of jasmine, probably from the perfume she used earlier. Enough to increase anyone’s appetite. 

Trisha gasped as she felt something muscular, warm and wet on her skin.  She looked down and saw the red tongue sloppily licked her armpit. Arun was bent forward moving his head and tongue licking every inch of her dirty, hairy pit .  And it positively excited her beyond anything.

It felt incredible, she never felt like this before. She had no idea, getting her armpit licked would feel so amazing.  Her mouth was dry , but her lower lips was drooling like a labrador in summer heat.  A fire has ignited, a warm fire , just below her belly . A fire which was long ago extinguished, somehow has again kindred and was rapidly growing and surely soon enough it will ……

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