12-01-2019, 11:49 AM
Chapter 13
"Virginity is making a big issue of a small tissue," Motu laughed.
"That's a nice way of putting it," Rekha said laughing at his joke.
"How did you convince my brother that you were a virgin Bhabhi?" Alka asked Rekha winking.
"What gave you the idea that I was not a virgin at the time of marriage?"
"Well, you had many boyfriends didn't you?" Alka asked.
"You have two boyfriends at the same time and plan to retain your virginity."
"These two are not my boyfriends. I have better taste than having these two ugly ducklings," Alka said.
"I don't find them ugly," Rekha said raising herself and holding Motu's hand. "As a matter of fact, I find Motu very attractive and nearly sexy."
"Then why don't you have them as your boyfriends. You also get the other guy free if you select any one of them."
"I might have both of them as my lover behind your back. You are my husband's sister. I may not tell you everything I do. May be I am meeting Motu without your knowledge. And may be probably have sex also," Rekha said winking at Motu whose hand she was still clutching.
Alka still sat folded at the knees. She had stopped opening and closing her thighs. Instead, she had wound her arms around her knees and she rested her face on her knees.
"You never showed these panties to me. I have never seen you put them put for washing also," she said looking at Alka's panties.
"I bought them before we opened up in the past few days. Are they nice Bhabhi?" Alka asked looking down at her panties. For a brief moment, they all looked at the panties.
"Are they nice Bhabhi?" Alka asked her.
In a flash she got up and pulled Motu also down along with her as she got down the bed. As she got down, her breasts jiggled under the vest. Motu also saw the breasts jiggle under the vest.
"Come and hold me," Alka said opening her arms.
"Aren't you going to play some music?” Rekha asked them.
"No Bhabhi. Not right now. We will just practice some positions first. Then we will put the music on," Alka clarified. They took each other in the arms slowly hugging each other.. "I was feeling bad for Motu the other day. You were dancing all the time with Chintu alone. You will have to make up for your lack of attention to Motu the other day," Rekha told Alka.
"I never refuse to dance with any of them. If Motu had asked me I would have danced with him. As far as I am concerned both are equal to me. What do you say Motu?" Alka asked him hugging him.
"Yes that’s true," he said hugging her even tight. "But today since as I am alone, you can make up for not dancing enough with me the other day."
"Okay. Now don't hold me for just the sake of holding me. I won't break if you hold me tight," she told Motu and asked Rekha, "Bhabhi why don't you come here?"
"And do what?" asked Rekha.
"Well if we fall down or lose balance when we try the positions then you could hold us."
"Okay," Rekha said and got down and came next to them.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
"You spoilt my bath plans. At least let me go and wash my face. It looks all oily," she told them.
"You look okay Bhabhi. But if you want to wash just your face then wash quickly," Alka told her.
"You can continue your practice session of the positions," Rekha told them.
"I need to take a pee also," Alka walked in behind Rekha.
They entered the bathroom and left the door open behind them. Motu went and sat on the edge of the bed. From where he was sitting he could not see Alka. Rekha waited for Alka to hike her skirt and pull her panties down and sit on the commode. She was pretending to be busy taking the towel from the shelf and then taking the soap.
Alka peed making a lot of noise as the stream of her pee hit the water. Nobody spoke to each other. Motu could hear the sound of Alka peeing. The two of them had deliberately not closed the door behind them.
As soon as the noise of Alka peeing had stopped, Rekha whispered rather loudly, "Alka wash yourself there properly."
"Okay Bhabhi. Give me the liquid soap," Alka whispered back loud enough for Motu to hear.
Motu heard the sound of water being splashed followed by some silence which he knew meant that Alka was soaping her cunt.
"Bhabhi give me a mug of water," Alka asked softly. Soon Motu was greeted with the sound of water being splashed,.
"Give me another mug Bhabhi," Alka said softly but loud enough for Motu to hear.
Alka washed again.
"Give me a towel Bhabhi," Alka asked.
"Bhabhi do you think I need a shave here?" Motu heard Alka asking.
"We will deal with it later. It’s not long. It’s shorter than Motu's beard," Rekha giggled and was soon joined by Alka also giggling.
As Alka got up she looked for any signs of Motu. She could see Motu's shadow from where she was standing. She picked up a mug of water and poured it over Rekha on her blouse even as she tried to prevent her from pouring water over her chest.
"Sorry Bhabhi. I spilled the mug over you. You are wet all over. Come and sit there while we practice. It will dry by itself."
Alka came out and asked Motu, "Are you ready Motu?"
"Yes," he said as he looked at her crotch and wondering if her cunt smelt of soap.
Soon Rekha also came out wiping her face. For a second Motu was dumbstruck. Rekha's torso was fully wet. The fact that she wore a thin white blouse and was sans bra did not help matters. Even the sari covering her blouse was wet. Obviously she had made no effort to dry herself.
"So let us see you both dance now," Rekha said sitting down on the bed next to Motu.
Alka came and stood in front of Motu. She moved a bit closer so that they stood with their bodies touching each other in the front. They had to invent the positions because it was not true that they were practicing what their dance master had told them.
The previous night Rekha had warned Alka, "Even if you have decided beforehand to let a guy take liberties with you, even then you have to proceed slowly and make them beg you for that. Or they will take you for granted. That is the power you have over men. Use it carefully."
"It would be a good idea if you both get used to me being around. I think Motu has lost continuity because of his absence for a few days," Rekha said.
"You mean just hold each other and get used to your presence?" Alka asked.
"Or I could just go away and let you both alone," suggested Rekha.
"No. That's not a good idea Bhabhi. Just stick around. We will get used to you being there," Alka assured her.
Rekha made herself comfortable on the bed and let them continue. Alka and Motu hugged each other.
"Just hold me like Bhabhi told us." Motu was the ever obedient guy. He just hugged her.
"You had a bath?" Motu asked her as he hugged her.
"No. Why do you ask?" Alka asked him.
"You smell fresh of soap," he said smelling her face. Alka smiled as did Rekha.
"You don't smell of soap here," he said sniffing her face.
He pulled her right hand and smelt it. Then he pulled her left hand and smelt it.
"I don't understand," he said alternatively smelling both her hands. "How can you wash with just one hand?"
"Don't make an exhibition of your stupidity. Just concentrate on the dance," Alka told him.
He pulled her close and hugged her tightly.
"I am getting excited holding you like this," he said softly.
"You always get excited when you come within one yard of any woman."
"Wrong Alka. I get excited when I see a woman. I am just frank but you are not. That's the difference."
"I don't get excited with just any guy. I am very selective," Alka said tightening her grip over Motu.
"You are not wearing a bra?" he asked softly.
"I am not. So is Bhabhi."
"I was about to have my bath when you both came in," Rekha said sheepishly.
"Motu is not complaining that we are not wearing a bra, are you Motu?" Alka asked her.
"I am not complaining. I will be happy if you don't wear the top also. And if Bhabhi doesn't wear the blouse also. What do you say Bhabhi?" Motu asked Rekha holding Alka tightly and looking at Rekha as he tightened his grip on Alka. Rekha looked at where he was looking. His eyes were fixated on Rekha's blouse. He lowered his eyes to her midriff and further down to the waistline of her sari. It was as low as possible. The hollow of her tummy ended and the bulge of her pubis was visible. You could look and distinguish the bulge if one looks at her belly carefully. That was what Motu was doing. Rekha merely looked at him. She neither tried to cover her breasts which were nearly visible through the transparent fabric of her blouse nor did she even attempt to do anything about the waistline of her sari. Motu kept staring at Rekha and she stared back at him. Their eyes were lust filled. Motu tightened his grip over Alka even as he looked at Rekha.
"Do you want me to suffocate and die?" Alka asked him.
"What use are you to me if you die?" Motu asked her.
"I don't know. You may be one of those kind who likes to have sex with dead bodies."
"I would rather have sex with you when you are alive," Motu said softly. "But you have that wrong attitude that you don't want to have sex before you get married."
"So you have to satisfy yourself with shagging if I make you get excited," Alka giggled.
"Yes. Looks like I may never find someone to have sex in the immediate future," he hugged her even tighter and looking at Rekha.
"I thought you were allowed to come here to learn and practice dancing," Rekha was smiling.
"I am just doing what you asked me to. I am just holding her and getting used to her."
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"I see," mocked Rekha.
"I can see too," Motu said softly looking at her cleavage and letting his gaze run over Rekha's blouse.
"I can see that you can see," Rekha said making feeble attempts to pull the pallu over her shoulders. But it made no difference. It covered just the middle of the twin peaks. The sides were exposed to his gaze through the thin blouse. The flesh was somewhat paler than the rest of the skin. The nipples together with the halo around it was also on display. For the first time Motu wrinkled his eyes straining to look at the colour of the nipples. Rekha smiled at him rather coquettishly. Motu pulled Alka along and moved as close to Rekha as he could. Alka pretended not to be involved in their game. Now his eyes were less than one foot away from Rekha. He openly stared at her nipples. She did not budge. He craned his neck to get a closer look at her breasts. Rekha tried to hide her smile which she was not very successful in concealing. From so close by Motu could see the details of her breasts and the nipples very clearly. The blouse had kept the nipple pressed to the breast. Usually the nipple stands out like a baby's thumb, he thought. But now pressed down to the flesh it looked like two concentric circles, the inner circle formed by the depressed nipple inside the halo. But the nipple formed a bulge that stuck out from the areola. Motu could not help notice that the nipple was a shade darker than the honey coloured areola. This was the first time he was looking at the details of a woman's breasts so clearly and from so close by.
"I feel very horny Alka," he said looking at Rekha.
Motu ran his hands on Alka's back and felt the bare back. He ran his fingers over the canal of the back from the bottom of the vest she was wearing to the waistline of the skirt. As his hands came up, it went inside the top more and more each time.
Finding that he did not encounter any resistance he kept his hand inside the top but at the back. This caused the top to be hiked up even in the front. The top was hiked up exposing the heavy bottom half of Alka's breasts. Alka looked down at the front of her top. When she saw that the breast was partially exposed, she hit his head playfully. He quickly took his hand away as if in response to her action.
He let his hand travel down to her ass. He slowly started playing with her ass. First he squeezed them and fondled them as if it was some toy. The skirt was just short of being knee length. He put his palm over her ass cheeks and gave them both a nice feel. He did not find the tell tale sign of any panties. He felt again and found none.
"What happened to your panty? You are not wearing one now," he said pleasantly surprised.
"I am," Alka replied.
"No you are not," he said letting her palms run over her ass cheeks.
"I told you I am wearing panties."
"I can't feel them," he said feeling her ass again.
"Shut up now," she again hit him playfully. Motu let his hands slip inside the waistline under the skirt trying to feel her ass. Alka gave out a short yelp as his hands touched her bare ass.
"What happened? Bhabhi may think that I am misbehaving or something," Motu said without taking his hands off her ass.
"Sorry Bhabhi," Alka said softly. "I didn't expect that he would put his hands inside the skirt."
"Oh. I was wondering if he had done something more than that," Rekha said smiling at Motu.
For Motu that was a good sign that Alka's Bhabhi did not mind his pranks. After allowing Chintu to literally fondle and play with Alka's breasts the other day, there was hardly any chance that Bhabhi would make a fuss at what he was doing. But unlike Chintu, Motu was not that aggressive.
Rekha saw Alka's panty as Motu pushed the waistline of the skirt down. The side of the panty and the back was made of a mere chord and the string in the back had disappeared inside the valley between her ass cheeks. She could not see the front of the panty from where she stood. Moreover, they were hugging each other tight and there was hardly any space between their crotches. Slowly Motu pushed the skirt even further down. It was on the peak of the twin globes. Motu ran his hands all over the back under the vest to the bare back right up to the globes of her ass cheeks. He merely pushed the skirt down to her thighs.
"Give us some more time Bhabhi. Okay?" Motu asked Rekha. Rekha whose eyes were transfixed at Alka's ass was suddenly woken up from her admiration of her sister in law's sexy body.
"Yes take your own time. I can see that you are really getting used to holding her."
The panty was of a strange shape. It was made of a string running all around the waist and a triangular piece of cloth stitched on to the front. From the middle of the string at the back, another string or a chord was attached. It probably was attached to the cloth covering the cunt. Motu turned her around and admired her.
"You might as well not be wearing these panties for all I know," he said hardly taking his eyes off her well rounded full and firm ass.
Somehow her bare ass looked bigger than when covered. Motu kept admiring her ass for some time. "God has put all your weight in these two spots," Motu said patting Alka’s bare ass and looking at her breasts the bottom half of which was also bare.
"I thought you came here to practice," Rekha reminded them.
"How heavy are you? Do you think I can lift you?" Motu asked Alka.
"How would I know? You have never done that," Alka said.
"Let me try lifting you."
"Be careful. Don't drop me. Bhabhi you also stand here," Alka said to her Bhabhi.
"You stand on the bed and hold my shoulders Alka. That way it will be easy to hold you," Motu suggested.
Alka got up on the bed as Motu suggested. She put her hands on his shoulders as he came and stood in front of her. The vest was a loose fitting and she had no bra on. When she put her hands on Motu's shoulders they had to be both raised and extended forward a little. That caused the lower half of her breasts to be prominently displayed to Motu as he looked up. He could also see her armpit. He could see the individual hairs so clearly right up to the hair roots. I can even count the number of hairs in her armpit, he thought looking at the growth which was not more than a few millimetres. . "I hope I don't fall down. This mattress is a spring mattress," Alka said jumping on the spot on her feet.
"Don't ruin the mattress Alka," Rekha cautioned her.
"If the mattress can withstand the action of Bhaiya pounding you for hours together every night, it can surely withstand my weight," Alka told her jumping on the spot as if she was on a trampoline.
"When we do it we would generally be lying down and not standing. And don't flatter yourself that your Bhaiya is capable of making love for hours together and that too every day. I just begin enjoy when he finishes it. He is one of the worst."
"You liar," Alka said still jumping on the mattress. As she jumped about on the bed, her breasts also jiggled with her. The vest went up at random as she jumped. It bared her breasts but it came down in the next jump. There was something about the way a pair of young fleshy abundant breasts jiggled, Motu thought. He had a massive erection now. He no longer could hide it from them both.
"No I am serious," Rekha said as she watched Alka jump and let her breasts jiggle.
"How can it be so Bhabhi? You just told us sometime back that you were a virgin when you got married. Yesterday you told me that you have never cheated on my brother. If this is true, then how would you know that there are others who are better than him?" Alka asked playfully.
"You should seriously consider studying law after your graduation," Rekha said diverting Alka's attention from her faux pas.
"Stand still. I am going to lift you," Motu told her. She stopped jumping and put her arms over Motu. Motu bent down a bit and wound his arms around Alka's legs just below her knees. He lifted her up. His face was on line with her midriff.
"You are not that heavy," he said clutching her by the legs. He let her slide slowly. As Alka slid down his arms engulfed her knees. He loosened his grip a bit causing her to slide even more. His arms now held by her thighs. He managed to arrest the lower hem of her vest with his nose. As Alka slid down, he could see the magnificent young pair of breasts become visible. Now after he had let her slide down a little more, his face was snuggled in between the inner sides her breasts. He felt the weight of her breasts on his face.
He tried to look up at her face. He could sense that the pair of globes were firm and unyielding as he tried to wedge his face between them. Motu had never experienced a sensation as he was undergoing now. The flesh was firm yet soft at the same time. The breasts were resilient and as soon as he took the pressure off the breast it regained the original shape. But he could not see the nipples. He made some effort to slide her down further but his face did not travel further up on her breasts.
Rekha was seeing the way he was literally kissing her breasts. She also felt horny. She was afraid that any time now she would start becoming wet between her thighs. It would be very embarrassing if she became wet now without a panty on. But she could not help it now. Who could control the way she felt looking at two young people enacting a soft core movie right before her eyes. She managed to look at Motu's crotch.
It was massive now. The hardness filled the front of his trousers. Alka's legs were folded back at her knees as she put her arms around Motu's neck hugging him tight. She was enjoying the feel of his face on her breasts.
"Virginity is making a big issue of a small tissue," Motu laughed.
"That's a nice way of putting it," Rekha said laughing at his joke.
"How did you convince my brother that you were a virgin Bhabhi?" Alka asked Rekha winking.
"What gave you the idea that I was not a virgin at the time of marriage?"
"Well, you had many boyfriends didn't you?" Alka asked.
"You have two boyfriends at the same time and plan to retain your virginity."
"These two are not my boyfriends. I have better taste than having these two ugly ducklings," Alka said.
"I don't find them ugly," Rekha said raising herself and holding Motu's hand. "As a matter of fact, I find Motu very attractive and nearly sexy."
"Then why don't you have them as your boyfriends. You also get the other guy free if you select any one of them."
"I might have both of them as my lover behind your back. You are my husband's sister. I may not tell you everything I do. May be I am meeting Motu without your knowledge. And may be probably have sex also," Rekha said winking at Motu whose hand she was still clutching.
Alka still sat folded at the knees. She had stopped opening and closing her thighs. Instead, she had wound her arms around her knees and she rested her face on her knees.
"You never showed these panties to me. I have never seen you put them put for washing also," she said looking at Alka's panties.
"I bought them before we opened up in the past few days. Are they nice Bhabhi?" Alka asked looking down at her panties. For a brief moment, they all looked at the panties.
"Are they nice Bhabhi?" Alka asked her.
In a flash she got up and pulled Motu also down along with her as she got down the bed. As she got down, her breasts jiggled under the vest. Motu also saw the breasts jiggle under the vest.
"Come and hold me," Alka said opening her arms.
"Aren't you going to play some music?” Rekha asked them.
"No Bhabhi. Not right now. We will just practice some positions first. Then we will put the music on," Alka clarified. They took each other in the arms slowly hugging each other.. "I was feeling bad for Motu the other day. You were dancing all the time with Chintu alone. You will have to make up for your lack of attention to Motu the other day," Rekha told Alka.
"I never refuse to dance with any of them. If Motu had asked me I would have danced with him. As far as I am concerned both are equal to me. What do you say Motu?" Alka asked him hugging him.
"Yes that’s true," he said hugging her even tight. "But today since as I am alone, you can make up for not dancing enough with me the other day."
"Okay. Now don't hold me for just the sake of holding me. I won't break if you hold me tight," she told Motu and asked Rekha, "Bhabhi why don't you come here?"
"And do what?" asked Rekha.
"Well if we fall down or lose balance when we try the positions then you could hold us."
"Okay," Rekha said and got down and came next to them.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
"You spoilt my bath plans. At least let me go and wash my face. It looks all oily," she told them.
"You look okay Bhabhi. But if you want to wash just your face then wash quickly," Alka told her.
"You can continue your practice session of the positions," Rekha told them.
"I need to take a pee also," Alka walked in behind Rekha.
They entered the bathroom and left the door open behind them. Motu went and sat on the edge of the bed. From where he was sitting he could not see Alka. Rekha waited for Alka to hike her skirt and pull her panties down and sit on the commode. She was pretending to be busy taking the towel from the shelf and then taking the soap.
Alka peed making a lot of noise as the stream of her pee hit the water. Nobody spoke to each other. Motu could hear the sound of Alka peeing. The two of them had deliberately not closed the door behind them.
As soon as the noise of Alka peeing had stopped, Rekha whispered rather loudly, "Alka wash yourself there properly."
"Okay Bhabhi. Give me the liquid soap," Alka whispered back loud enough for Motu to hear.
Motu heard the sound of water being splashed followed by some silence which he knew meant that Alka was soaping her cunt.
"Bhabhi give me a mug of water," Alka asked softly. Soon Motu was greeted with the sound of water being splashed,.
"Give me another mug Bhabhi," Alka said softly but loud enough for Motu to hear.
Alka washed again.
"Give me a towel Bhabhi," Alka asked.
"Bhabhi do you think I need a shave here?" Motu heard Alka asking.
"We will deal with it later. It’s not long. It’s shorter than Motu's beard," Rekha giggled and was soon joined by Alka also giggling.
As Alka got up she looked for any signs of Motu. She could see Motu's shadow from where she was standing. She picked up a mug of water and poured it over Rekha on her blouse even as she tried to prevent her from pouring water over her chest.
"Sorry Bhabhi. I spilled the mug over you. You are wet all over. Come and sit there while we practice. It will dry by itself."
Alka came out and asked Motu, "Are you ready Motu?"
"Yes," he said as he looked at her crotch and wondering if her cunt smelt of soap.
Soon Rekha also came out wiping her face. For a second Motu was dumbstruck. Rekha's torso was fully wet. The fact that she wore a thin white blouse and was sans bra did not help matters. Even the sari covering her blouse was wet. Obviously she had made no effort to dry herself.
"So let us see you both dance now," Rekha said sitting down on the bed next to Motu.
Alka came and stood in front of Motu. She moved a bit closer so that they stood with their bodies touching each other in the front. They had to invent the positions because it was not true that they were practicing what their dance master had told them.
The previous night Rekha had warned Alka, "Even if you have decided beforehand to let a guy take liberties with you, even then you have to proceed slowly and make them beg you for that. Or they will take you for granted. That is the power you have over men. Use it carefully."
"It would be a good idea if you both get used to me being around. I think Motu has lost continuity because of his absence for a few days," Rekha said.
"You mean just hold each other and get used to your presence?" Alka asked.
"Or I could just go away and let you both alone," suggested Rekha.
"No. That's not a good idea Bhabhi. Just stick around. We will get used to you being there," Alka assured her.
Rekha made herself comfortable on the bed and let them continue. Alka and Motu hugged each other.
"Just hold me like Bhabhi told us." Motu was the ever obedient guy. He just hugged her.
"You had a bath?" Motu asked her as he hugged her.
"No. Why do you ask?" Alka asked him.
"You smell fresh of soap," he said smelling her face. Alka smiled as did Rekha.
"You don't smell of soap here," he said sniffing her face.
He pulled her right hand and smelt it. Then he pulled her left hand and smelt it.
"I don't understand," he said alternatively smelling both her hands. "How can you wash with just one hand?"
"Don't make an exhibition of your stupidity. Just concentrate on the dance," Alka told him.
He pulled her close and hugged her tightly.
"I am getting excited holding you like this," he said softly.
"You always get excited when you come within one yard of any woman."
"Wrong Alka. I get excited when I see a woman. I am just frank but you are not. That's the difference."
"I don't get excited with just any guy. I am very selective," Alka said tightening her grip over Motu.
"You are not wearing a bra?" he asked softly.
"I am not. So is Bhabhi."
"I was about to have my bath when you both came in," Rekha said sheepishly.
"Motu is not complaining that we are not wearing a bra, are you Motu?" Alka asked her.
"I am not complaining. I will be happy if you don't wear the top also. And if Bhabhi doesn't wear the blouse also. What do you say Bhabhi?" Motu asked Rekha holding Alka tightly and looking at Rekha as he tightened his grip on Alka. Rekha looked at where he was looking. His eyes were fixated on Rekha's blouse. He lowered his eyes to her midriff and further down to the waistline of her sari. It was as low as possible. The hollow of her tummy ended and the bulge of her pubis was visible. You could look and distinguish the bulge if one looks at her belly carefully. That was what Motu was doing. Rekha merely looked at him. She neither tried to cover her breasts which were nearly visible through the transparent fabric of her blouse nor did she even attempt to do anything about the waistline of her sari. Motu kept staring at Rekha and she stared back at him. Their eyes were lust filled. Motu tightened his grip over Alka even as he looked at Rekha.
"Do you want me to suffocate and die?" Alka asked him.
"What use are you to me if you die?" Motu asked her.
"I don't know. You may be one of those kind who likes to have sex with dead bodies."
"I would rather have sex with you when you are alive," Motu said softly. "But you have that wrong attitude that you don't want to have sex before you get married."
"So you have to satisfy yourself with shagging if I make you get excited," Alka giggled.
"Yes. Looks like I may never find someone to have sex in the immediate future," he hugged her even tighter and looking at Rekha.
"I thought you were allowed to come here to learn and practice dancing," Rekha was smiling.
"I am just doing what you asked me to. I am just holding her and getting used to her."
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"I see," mocked Rekha.
"I can see too," Motu said softly looking at her cleavage and letting his gaze run over Rekha's blouse.
"I can see that you can see," Rekha said making feeble attempts to pull the pallu over her shoulders. But it made no difference. It covered just the middle of the twin peaks. The sides were exposed to his gaze through the thin blouse. The flesh was somewhat paler than the rest of the skin. The nipples together with the halo around it was also on display. For the first time Motu wrinkled his eyes straining to look at the colour of the nipples. Rekha smiled at him rather coquettishly. Motu pulled Alka along and moved as close to Rekha as he could. Alka pretended not to be involved in their game. Now his eyes were less than one foot away from Rekha. He openly stared at her nipples. She did not budge. He craned his neck to get a closer look at her breasts. Rekha tried to hide her smile which she was not very successful in concealing. From so close by Motu could see the details of her breasts and the nipples very clearly. The blouse had kept the nipple pressed to the breast. Usually the nipple stands out like a baby's thumb, he thought. But now pressed down to the flesh it looked like two concentric circles, the inner circle formed by the depressed nipple inside the halo. But the nipple formed a bulge that stuck out from the areola. Motu could not help notice that the nipple was a shade darker than the honey coloured areola. This was the first time he was looking at the details of a woman's breasts so clearly and from so close by.
"I feel very horny Alka," he said looking at Rekha.
Motu ran his hands on Alka's back and felt the bare back. He ran his fingers over the canal of the back from the bottom of the vest she was wearing to the waistline of the skirt. As his hands came up, it went inside the top more and more each time.
Finding that he did not encounter any resistance he kept his hand inside the top but at the back. This caused the top to be hiked up even in the front. The top was hiked up exposing the heavy bottom half of Alka's breasts. Alka looked down at the front of her top. When she saw that the breast was partially exposed, she hit his head playfully. He quickly took his hand away as if in response to her action.
He let his hand travel down to her ass. He slowly started playing with her ass. First he squeezed them and fondled them as if it was some toy. The skirt was just short of being knee length. He put his palm over her ass cheeks and gave them both a nice feel. He did not find the tell tale sign of any panties. He felt again and found none.
"What happened to your panty? You are not wearing one now," he said pleasantly surprised.
"I am," Alka replied.
"No you are not," he said letting her palms run over her ass cheeks.
"I told you I am wearing panties."
"I can't feel them," he said feeling her ass again.
"Shut up now," she again hit him playfully. Motu let his hands slip inside the waistline under the skirt trying to feel her ass. Alka gave out a short yelp as his hands touched her bare ass.
"What happened? Bhabhi may think that I am misbehaving or something," Motu said without taking his hands off her ass.
"Sorry Bhabhi," Alka said softly. "I didn't expect that he would put his hands inside the skirt."
"Oh. I was wondering if he had done something more than that," Rekha said smiling at Motu.
For Motu that was a good sign that Alka's Bhabhi did not mind his pranks. After allowing Chintu to literally fondle and play with Alka's breasts the other day, there was hardly any chance that Bhabhi would make a fuss at what he was doing. But unlike Chintu, Motu was not that aggressive.
Rekha saw Alka's panty as Motu pushed the waistline of the skirt down. The side of the panty and the back was made of a mere chord and the string in the back had disappeared inside the valley between her ass cheeks. She could not see the front of the panty from where she stood. Moreover, they were hugging each other tight and there was hardly any space between their crotches. Slowly Motu pushed the skirt even further down. It was on the peak of the twin globes. Motu ran his hands all over the back under the vest to the bare back right up to the globes of her ass cheeks. He merely pushed the skirt down to her thighs.
"Give us some more time Bhabhi. Okay?" Motu asked Rekha. Rekha whose eyes were transfixed at Alka's ass was suddenly woken up from her admiration of her sister in law's sexy body.
"Yes take your own time. I can see that you are really getting used to holding her."
The panty was of a strange shape. It was made of a string running all around the waist and a triangular piece of cloth stitched on to the front. From the middle of the string at the back, another string or a chord was attached. It probably was attached to the cloth covering the cunt. Motu turned her around and admired her.
"You might as well not be wearing these panties for all I know," he said hardly taking his eyes off her well rounded full and firm ass.
Somehow her bare ass looked bigger than when covered. Motu kept admiring her ass for some time. "God has put all your weight in these two spots," Motu said patting Alka’s bare ass and looking at her breasts the bottom half of which was also bare.
"I thought you came here to practice," Rekha reminded them.
"How heavy are you? Do you think I can lift you?" Motu asked Alka.
"How would I know? You have never done that," Alka said.
"Let me try lifting you."
"Be careful. Don't drop me. Bhabhi you also stand here," Alka said to her Bhabhi.
"You stand on the bed and hold my shoulders Alka. That way it will be easy to hold you," Motu suggested.
Alka got up on the bed as Motu suggested. She put her hands on his shoulders as he came and stood in front of her. The vest was a loose fitting and she had no bra on. When she put her hands on Motu's shoulders they had to be both raised and extended forward a little. That caused the lower half of her breasts to be prominently displayed to Motu as he looked up. He could also see her armpit. He could see the individual hairs so clearly right up to the hair roots. I can even count the number of hairs in her armpit, he thought looking at the growth which was not more than a few millimetres. . "I hope I don't fall down. This mattress is a spring mattress," Alka said jumping on the spot on her feet.
"Don't ruin the mattress Alka," Rekha cautioned her.
"If the mattress can withstand the action of Bhaiya pounding you for hours together every night, it can surely withstand my weight," Alka told her jumping on the spot as if she was on a trampoline.
"When we do it we would generally be lying down and not standing. And don't flatter yourself that your Bhaiya is capable of making love for hours together and that too every day. I just begin enjoy when he finishes it. He is one of the worst."
"You liar," Alka said still jumping on the mattress. As she jumped about on the bed, her breasts also jiggled with her. The vest went up at random as she jumped. It bared her breasts but it came down in the next jump. There was something about the way a pair of young fleshy abundant breasts jiggled, Motu thought. He had a massive erection now. He no longer could hide it from them both.
"No I am serious," Rekha said as she watched Alka jump and let her breasts jiggle.
"How can it be so Bhabhi? You just told us sometime back that you were a virgin when you got married. Yesterday you told me that you have never cheated on my brother. If this is true, then how would you know that there are others who are better than him?" Alka asked playfully.
"You should seriously consider studying law after your graduation," Rekha said diverting Alka's attention from her faux pas.
"Stand still. I am going to lift you," Motu told her. She stopped jumping and put her arms over Motu. Motu bent down a bit and wound his arms around Alka's legs just below her knees. He lifted her up. His face was on line with her midriff.
"You are not that heavy," he said clutching her by the legs. He let her slide slowly. As Alka slid down his arms engulfed her knees. He loosened his grip a bit causing her to slide even more. His arms now held by her thighs. He managed to arrest the lower hem of her vest with his nose. As Alka slid down, he could see the magnificent young pair of breasts become visible. Now after he had let her slide down a little more, his face was snuggled in between the inner sides her breasts. He felt the weight of her breasts on his face.
He tried to look up at her face. He could sense that the pair of globes were firm and unyielding as he tried to wedge his face between them. Motu had never experienced a sensation as he was undergoing now. The flesh was firm yet soft at the same time. The breasts were resilient and as soon as he took the pressure off the breast it regained the original shape. But he could not see the nipples. He made some effort to slide her down further but his face did not travel further up on her breasts.
Rekha was seeing the way he was literally kissing her breasts. She also felt horny. She was afraid that any time now she would start becoming wet between her thighs. It would be very embarrassing if she became wet now without a panty on. But she could not help it now. Who could control the way she felt looking at two young people enacting a soft core movie right before her eyes. She managed to look at Motu's crotch.
It was massive now. The hardness filled the front of his trousers. Alka's legs were folded back at her knees as she put her arms around Motu's neck hugging him tight. She was enjoying the feel of his face on her breasts.
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