[Innocent_Pervert]

The function had slowed. Most of the younger crowd was still in the courtyard, but a smaller group had moved to the quieter veranda. Maa sat on a sofa with two other women. Taau stood near the railing with a glass in his hand. I stayed close enough to hear.
He was watching my sister in the red lehenga.
“She has filled out a lot,” Taau said, his voice low and deliberate. He wasn’t really talking to the group. He was talking to Maa. “That blouse is barely holding her. Heavy, soft tits… you can see the weight of them every time she takes a step. When she was dancing, they were bouncing properly. Half the older men forgot their drinks.”
One of the women shifted uncomfortably. Maa’s face stayed controlled, but her eyes stayed on Taau.
He continued, still looking at my sister.
“The waist is completely open. Soft stomach, smooth skin. And the way the lehenga sits on her hips… full, thick hips and that heavy ass. When she turns, everything moves. Those uncles weren’t just glancing. They were staring. Imagining. You could see it on their faces.”
Maa’s fingers tightened around her glass.
Taau took a slow sip.
“She has the kind of body that makes men think dirty things immediately. Big chest, soft middle, wide hips — the kind you want to grab and pull properly. Even Chacha kept looking. I looked. Several of the senior men looked for a long time. Some of them would fuck her without thinking twice if they got the chance. You can see that hunger in their eyes.”
Maa finally spoke, her voice quiet and tight.
“She is my daughter.”
“I know,” Taau answered. “That’s why it’s interesting. She doesn’t dress like a girl who wants to hide it. She wears something tight and short and then walks around knowing every man is undressing her in his head. The way she lets them look… it’s deliberate. She likes the attention.”
He glanced at Maa.
“You must have noticed how she has changed. That body isn’t subtle anymore. Soft, heavy, fuckable. The kind that leaves marks in a man’s mind.”
Silence stretched between them.
My sister, still in the courtyard, turned slightly. The red blouse stretched across her chest as she moved. Taau’s eyes followed the movement of her tits for a second longer before he looked back at Maa.
“I’m only saying what everyone else is already thinking,” he finished. “Your daughter has become the kind of woman men watch very carefully.”
Maa did not reply.
She looked down at her glass, then away, the words sitting heavy between them.
From across the veranda, my sister’s gaze briefly met mine. She had seen who was speaking. She had seen Maa’s face.
She didn’t smile.
But something in her expression said she was satisfied.
Taau had just described her body — her heavy tits, her soft stomach, her wide hips, the way men wanted to fuck her — directly to her mother’s face.
And Maa had been forced to listen to every word.

The sangeet was still loud when Papa’s boss arrived. He was a thick-set man in his early fifties, the kind who spoke slowly and expected people to listen. Papa immediately went to greet him. They stood near the edge of the courtyard with drinks.
My sister was still in the red lehenga, moving between groups. The tight blouse held her heavy tits firmly; every step made them shift. The bare midriff and the wide sway of her hips under the heavy skirt drew eyes without effort.
Papa’s boss noticed her within a minute.
His gaze stayed on her chest first — the deep cleavage, the soft weight clearly visible under the embroidery — then dropped to her stomach and the thick curve of her hips. He didn’t look away even when Papa spoke to him. His eyes kept returning, heavier each time.
Taau saw it.
He watched the boss watch her for a long moment, then walked over with his own glass. He stood beside the two men, smiling politely, and followed the boss’s line of sight.
“She is something, isn’t she?” Taau said quietly, only loud enough for the boss to hear.
Papa had stepped away for a moment to take a call. The three of them were relatively alone.
The boss made a low sound in his throat. “Whose girl is that?”
“My niece,” Taau answered. “Papa’s daughter.” He took a slow sip. “She has filled out very well. Heavy on top, soft waist, proper hips. When she danced earlier the whole side of older men just stared. You can see why.”
The boss’s eyes were still on her. My sister turned at that moment, the red blouse stretching across her tits as she moved. The boss’s jaw tightened.
Taau continued, voice calm and almost helpful.
“She knows the effect she has. She doesn’t hide it. Dresses like this on purpose. Lets men look. Some girls get shy. She doesn’t. Body like that… soft, full, easy to imagine under you. A wonderful little toy if a man knows how to handle her.”
The boss finally looked at Taau.
Taau smiled slightly.
“Papa is doing well in the company, but there is always room to do better. Promotions, better projects, smoother path. Sometimes these things become easier when important people are… kept happy.” He glanced back at my sister, who was now laughing with someone, her heavy chest rising with the movement. “She is the kind of girl who can keep a man very happy. Soft, obedient when she wants to be, and built exactly for it.”
The boss said nothing for a few seconds. His eyes returned to her ass as she walked away from them, the red lehenga swinging over her thick hips.
Taau finished his drink.
“Just something to keep in mind,” he said lightly. “If you ever want a closer introduction, it can be arranged. Quietly. Family looks after its own… and after the people who look after the family.”
He patted the boss’s shoulder once and walked away, leaving the older man still staring at my sister with open, heavy hunger.
From across the courtyard I had heard enough.
Taau had just offered my sister to Papa’s boss like a toy that could help with a promotion.
And the boss was already looking at her as if he was considering the price.

Papa’s boss stood still for a long moment, glass forgotten in his hand. His eyes stayed fixed on my sister as she moved through the courtyard in the red lehenga. The tight blouse pushed her heavy tits forward with every step. The bare midriff caught the light. The thick sway of her hips under the embroidered skirt kept drawing his gaze down and then slowly back up again.
He shifted his weight. One hand went into his pocket, adjusting himself without much care for who might notice. His cock was clearly hard. The description Taau had given him — soft, full, easy to imagine under you, a wonderful little toy — was still working in his head.
He watched her laugh at something a cousin said. The movement made her breasts rise and settle heavily inside the blouse. His jaw tightened. He imagined those same tits freed from the red cloth, heavy and soft in his hands, the way they would swing if he fucked her from behind. He imagined gripping those wide hips and pulling her back onto him.
When she turned and walked toward the main house, his eyes dropped to her ass and stayed there. The red fabric shifted over the full, thick shape of it. He licked his lower lip once, slow and unconscious.
Papa returned from his call. The boss forced his expression back to neutral, but his eyes kept drifting. Every time my sister came into view, his attention left the conversation. At one point he lost track of what Papa was saying completely because she had bent slightly to adjust her anklet, giving a clear view of the deep cleavage and the soft weight of her breasts hanging forward.
He muttered something about needing the washroom and walked off.
I followed at a distance.
He didn’t go to the main bathroom. He stepped into a darker side corridor near the back of the house, partially hidden by a curtain. From where I stood I could see him lean against the wall, unzip, and pull his thick cock out. It was already stiff and dark with blood. He spat on his palm and started stroking, eyes half-closed, jaw clenched.
He was clearly replaying her.
The bounce of her tits while she danced. The open waist. The heavy hips. Taau’s voice calling her a wonderful toy. He stroked faster, breathing harder through his nose, the wet sound of his fist quiet but unmistakable. His hips jerked once, then again. He came with a suppressed grunt, spilling over his hand and onto the floor, still thinking about my sister’s body.
He cleaned up quickly, fixed his pants, and walked back toward the courtyard as if nothing had happened.
But the look in his eyes when he searched for her again was different — hungrier, more decided.
Taau’s offer had landed.
Papa’s boss had already started paying for it in his mind.
And from the way he kept seeking her out in the crowd, he was not going to stop at only looking.