[AnaRok]

Bro started a banger and left abruptly.

Still here. Out of station. Will be back next week. 

[AnaRok]

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16. Playing with Fire: Ep 1 Part 2

           Not at work before; Not at home now… Not even at the moment standing in her bedroom in that tight fit suit, Ruby could hardly think of anything other than what had transpired that morning.  

           Her inner voice - dark, wicked and unapologetic purred in her ear, low and velvety.


Ruby: How could you not think of… ? Giggled the Satanic voice.

Ruby: You practically showed your entire body to him !

Ruby: What…? No, I didn’t. I was wearing that.. dress. 

Ruby: You mean,… that netted fabric which hid almost nothing ? the voice chuckled, cruel and delighted.

Ruby: It was absolutely see-through!

Ruby: You little tease… You wore it just to make him squirm, didn’t you?


           Memories flashed inside Ruby’s mind as she stood there, thighs squeezing tight… and her eyes watched as the pic uploaded into the chat.

           She felt hot… She felt horny… and she was determined. With a single click of the button she sent the picture,… and picking up the towel, Ruby headed downstairs. 



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***Earlier that day***


Ruby: Uncle… !

Ruby: What are you… doing ?… she asked in a quiet, curious voice. 


            It all had started after her conversation with Amit, and what could only be called a self-realisation. Ruby had just set her phone aside and when she looked up,… there was Uncle, still standing by the bed with his fingers clutching two little yellow dresses. 

            She saw his hands feeling the texture on one particular netted looking one-piece, tracing the thin fabric as if he was lost in thoughts. Ruby’s pulse quickened and without thinking much, the situation pulled words out of her mouth, her voice soft and shy.


Ruby: Uncle, that… umm, is a bit much, don’t you think ?


           A mix of shy and nervous smile slipped Ruby as she pointed her eyes towards his fingers, which Uncle too looked down at… 

           Suddenly, his eyes widened and he quickly set the swimsuits down, his hands fumbling as if he had been caught doing something wrong. He did, didn’t he ?


Uncle: No no… I didn’t mean for you to… 

Uncle: I was just looking at them, ma. 


           He voice trailed off, his gaze dropped to the floor and Uncle turned towards the door to leave, but not before Ruby noticed an unmistakable bulge in his shorts. 


Ruby: God,… is he ?

Ruby: He is… !

Ruby: Was he… imagining me in those swim suits ?


           It should have made her angry, atleast repulsed, but Ruby felt neither.

           Her mouth gaped at the situation. She wondered if Uncle stood there all these while imagining her in those skimpy little pieces of cloths… Her entire self barely wrapped in those little dresses !


Ruby: And he got… hard thinking of me ?

Ruby: Uncle,… wait. 


           Ruby was perplexed,… but at the same time a calm thrill spread through her. Uncle should have known that she was family and that he should not, but neither stopped him from imagining her like that. 

           A creepy thought entered her mind wondering what would happen if she really wore them and Uncle really saw her in them. It felt taboo and a shiver shook her subtly - A shiver of excitement. 


Ruby: Ruby, what are you thinking ?

Ruby: I can’t wear them. Not definitely !

Ruby: But, why do you sound… disappointed? 

Ruby: Do you… want him to see you in them ?

Ruby: What ?… No. He is Uncle. I can’t. He shouldn’t… see me like that.

Ruby: But…. 

Ruby: But that bulge…..  she peeked subtly at his shorts again. 


           Ruby felt a sharp jolt shoot between her legs, as a silhouette image of something big and hard flashed across her mind, making her jerk upright… and a different perspective began to fill her mind. 


Ruby: It’s not like… he hasn’t seen me like that before. 

Ruby: And anyway Amit wants me to wear them in front of the boys…

Ruby: Why not,… Uncle !

Ruby: Again, it’s not like I would be completely naked, right ?

Ruby: Wow,… wow! Her inner voice exclaimed. 

Ruby: How sweet of you, Ruby…!

Ruby: Uncle, please… wait.  


           Picking up those swimsuits,… Ruby padded softly towards Uncle and handed them to him, into his hands. Her voice came out small, almost trembling, but there was a spark in her eyes she couldn’t hide.


Ruby: Do you like them, Uncle ? 

Ruby: I saw how you were holding them !

Uncle: Ruby… It’s not… I was just checking the material. 

Ruby: Smiling a little… Uncle !

Ruby: Do you think… they will look good on me ?

Uncle: Ma ?

Ruby: I’m not blind, Uncle. She smiled mischievously. 

Ruby: You were… imagining me in them. Weren’t you?


           Uncle swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. 

           His eyes finally lifted to hers as if to say something,… to oppose that he wasn’t, he wouldn’t, but he said nothing. Helplessly, his eyes dropped again down to the floor,… but not before subtly looking at her midriff on the way. 


Ruby noticed it and her mouth hung open, smiling wide.  


Ruby: Did he just look at my navel, again ? 

Ruby: Hahaha, Uncle wanted a peek at it even now !…. Laughed, her inner Satan. 

Ruby: But… Why my navel,… of all things?

Ruby: Oh, you want him to look at other things on you?… It giggled. 


           Reflexively, her cheeks turned pink and her wide mouth now shrank into a blushing smile… but just then her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Ruby heard Uncle call her name. His voice was feeble, sounding almost defeated. 


Uncle: Ruby… 

Uncle: I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry, dear. It was wrong.

Uncle: Please forgive me. 

Ruby: Ohhh, Uncle. Please don’t be… she melted, looking at his defeated face. 

Ruby: You did no harm.

Ruby: Thoughts can be… intrusive. Believe me, I know. 

Ruby: You didn’t do anything wrong.  


           Ruby smiled at him warmly as she reached out and held his fingers, gently prying one swimsuit from his grip. The fabric was warm from his hands.


Ruby: Uncle… here, look at me. 

Ruby: This swimsuit…

Ruby: It’s just… too much for the pool, with the boys and all.

Ruby: But… I can wear it, for you. 


           She grabbed a bandeau set from him, the one that could stay on only by the grace of her breasts and before Uncle’s mind could register what she had just told him, Ruby turned around and vanished. 


           Heart thudding like a drum she slipped into the bathroom. The air felt thick, and she felt something, something that made her thighs clench. Her hands shook as she clutched the bandeau, and her fingers trembled with a mix of fear, thrill and exhilaration.


Ruby: Oh my, what am I doing ?

Ruby: God Ruby, are you really doing this?


            There was no time for second thoughts…. or rather, her mind did not stop even for a second to consider one. 

            Stripping off her shorts and the tank top suit,… Ruby pulled off her bra as well. A pair of big bulky breasts jiggled out into the cool air and nipples hard as diamonds pointed straight at the mirror. Without so much as looking at how lusty she looked, Ruby slid on the strapless top and pulled them up to cover what little it could. 


Her mind raced with thoughts. 


Ruby: I have never been like this !

Ruby: What is this feeling ???


           Grabbing the sink,… Ruby took a deep breath and finally let her eyes focus on the mirror. The site stole the air from her lungs. 

           Involuntarily, Ruby pressed her thighs together and felt a slick heat pulsate from in between. 


Ruby: He is gonna see me like this… She looked at herself, flushing. 

Ruby: He was already hard…  

Ruby: And now you are going to add fuel to that fire… Said out the demonic voice.


           Outside the door, Uncle had not moved an inch.

           He stood rooted to the spot, one hand still half-raised from when she had taken the bandeau from him. His breathing was ragged and eyes were fixed on the closed bathroom door as if he could see right through it. 


Just then, the door opened with a soft click. 


           For a few heartbeats the room was utterly silent as Ruby stepped out, her bare feet silent on the floor, and moved to sit at the corner of the bed. She could not meet his eyes yet, for her nervousness was kicking in the ass. 

           At last settling down, she raised her sight to meet a pair of wide looking eye balls, and with a small whisper almost soft as a feather, she asked him…


Ruby: Do I… look good, Uncle ?


           Rising and falling with every little breath, her two bulbous breasts came more and more into his view as the golden lace slipped lower and lower with every inhale, until the upper edges stood dangerously close to her areola, barely held on by the swollen nipples - he was sure. Uncle envisioned them to be jutted out pointy, like they would be when begging for some mouth - His cock twitched in his pants. 




                   



Ruby: Uncle ?

Uncle: …


           His throat worked but no sound came out. His eyes were locked onto her breasts… his stare shameless now. 
 
           Unbidden, one of Uncle’s hand slid down and pressed unconsciously to the front of his shorts. The thick ridge beneath his palm jerked with his every thump, and Ruby watched it with her mouth gaped open. She definitely expected one such reaction, but did not expect it in such a very open way. 


Ruby: Oh my Gosh…


           Her nipples were already straining hard inside the top, but watching Uncle press himself right in front of her eyes sent heat waves exploding through her nipples, and Ruby squirmed at her spot. 


Ruby: Uncle… she called out the third time. 

Uncle: Ruby…

Ruby: Do I… look good, Uncle ? She asked once again. 

Uncle: You are…

Uncle: You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.


           His legs moved without permission and he turned to face Ruby fully… his eyes taking in the oozing hotness that was sitting in the bed in front of him. 


Ruby: I wore it for you… she said in a soft voice.

Ruby: Glad you… like it, Uncle. 


           His eyes were fixed on her chest, while Ruby’s were fixated on his shorts. His cock was visible twitching under the fabric and Ruby watched it openly with an awe in her eyes,… and her mouth. 


Ruby: Is he going to cum… ?

Ruby: Let him.

Ruby: What ? Let him ?


           She swallowed hard, squirming as she kept looking at it and called out, with voice barely above a whisper… She didn’t mean to, but it just came out. 


Ruby: Uncle… You are… really hard !


           Uncle’s hand pressed harder, and his fingers curled around the shape of the bulge squeezing inward, helplessly. Ruby eyes opened a little more when she saw a bead of pre-cum welled up, soaking the cloth. 


Uncle: I am sorry, ma

Uncle: I can’t help it… You are…


           He did not finish the sentence, and suddenly, he shook his head wildly and turned around facing away from her as if that could hide the evidence.


Uncle: No… No… No. I am so sorry, ma. 

Uncle: I shouldn’t. I am behaving shameless. 

Ruby: What? No…  Uncle, what happened all of a sudden?

Uncle: Ruby… please forgive me. This is so wrong. 

Uncle: I am an old man… and you are like my daughter… I don’t know what came over me.

Uncle: I should leave. I am so sorry again.


           His voice cracked with real shame… and Ruby’s heart twisted. She rose from the bed, the bandeau still clinging desperately to her breasts, and padded gently until she stood just behind him.

           The wicked voice inside her went suddenly quiet, and was replaced by something softer, warmer. 


Ruby: Uncle, look at me. Please.

Ruby: I wore this dress for you,… and I am the one who put it on.

Ruby: And I am the one who asked you to stay.

Ruby: I did it because… I wanted to. Because, I saw how you were looking at those swimsuits and I… I liked it.

Ruby: I liked that you were imagining me, in them.


          Uncle shook his head slowly still, and still stood with his back to her… refusing to turn. Ruby could see that now both his hands were clutched tightly in front of his shorts , not in heat but in shame. That’s what was bothering him, she understood. 


Ruby: Uncle, you did not force me and you did not even ask for anything.

Ruby: And there was no wrong on your part. Not even a little.

Ruby: Your body reacted… that’s natural. That’s human.

Ruby: I’m actually flattered, Uncle. Really… she giggled softly. 

Ruby: Will you please look at me, now ?


           Ruby waited, standing quietly behind him, letting him to process. 

           There was a long silence, but then Uncle slowly turned around and met her sight. His eyes were glassy, and face was flushed with embarrassment.


Ruby: If anyone should be sorry, it’s me, Uncle. 

Ruby: For teasing an old man who has always been nothing but sweet to me.

Uncle: No, no. You were not teasing, ma. You’re… you are beautiful, too beautiful and I’m just a foolish old fool.


           Ruby smiled gently, reassuring, and a little playfully at him… and raised her hand to his chin. 


Ruby: Then let this foolish old fellow enjoy the view a little longer, hmm?

Ruby: No harm done. Promise.


           Uncle let out a shaky laugh, half-relieved, half-disbelieving.


Uncle: You are too kind to this old man, dear. 

Ruby: Only because I love you, my sweet teddy Uncle. 

Ruby: Now… close your eyes for ten seconds. I have one more surprise.

Uncle: One more… He raised an eyebrow, hesitant.


           Nevertheless he obeyed her request the next instant, squeezing both eyes shut tight like a little child, while Ruby… Ruby this time did not even feel the need into vanish into the bathroom. 

           Uncle heard a lot of swishing and rustling sounds but he dared not to peek. 


Ruby: Where is that... black? Oh, there it is. 

Ruby: Eyes closed, Uncle. No peeking. 

Ruby: Holy shit, Ruby… and I am the devil here ?

Ruby: Giggling… Okay Uncle… Ready for the second one ? 


           Uncle opened his eyes, and then… his jaw dropped. 

           Ruby was sitting in the bed on her knees, wearing just a whisper of lace and mesh - the same suit that Uncle was caught rubbing his fingers at. 


           Though the cleavage was littler than before, the fabric clung to her fit and tight, completely transparent over her breasts. Uncle could clearly see the low cut dark bra Ruby was wearing underneath encased around her milky breasts… but the ultimatum was down below. The high-cut crotch panel was small and equally transparent, and Uncle could visibly see the lace little black panties underneath.


One dip, and this mesh suit would totally vanish in the water.


Ruby: What do you think, Uncle?


           Uncle still stood speechless. Her navel was winking at him like a tiny jewel from the centre of her soft tummy, and Uncle was mesmerised looking at it. Sitting there, Ruby observed all his reactions, intently. 

           His eyes were wide, his mouth hung open, his breath had stopped and then,… right at her eye level, Ruby saw the thick bulge in his shorts giving helpless, visible jerks. She bit her lips, laughing at its reaction. 


Ruby: Haha, I guess we have an answer, Uncle. 


           Uncle’s face turned crimson and he snapped both hands to the front of his crotch again, trying to cover the throbbing bulge, but it was too late. Ruby had seen everything, and was still looking at it rather than into his eyes. 


Uncle: Ruby… oh lord… I… this is…

Ruby: Shhh… she giggled, moving a little closer. 

Ruby: It’s okay, Uncle. Relax. 

Ruby: He’s just being honest, it is a compliment… she smiled, almost grinning. 

Uncle: He ?


           Uncle groaned, half mortified, half dying in embarrassment while Ruby tilted her head continuing to look at it, eyes sparkling with mischief.


Ruby: Aunty must have been one very happy woman, hmm, Uncle?

Ruby: Getting greeted like that every day?

Uncle: Ruby, I am so sorry, but you are… you are giving me a heart attack, dear. 

Ruby: So, I take you like this more, Uncle ?

Uncle: I… yes. God help me, yes.

Ruby: Which one should I wear for the boys, Uncle?


           Uncle’s eyes were glued to her body… her chest, her lower, and her midriff. He swallowed. 


Uncle: This one, dear… He said sounding firmly. 

Ruby: You sure, Uncle?

Uncle: Yes. They’ll… they will lose their minds.

Ruby: And you?… she asked giggling. 

Uncle: I already have.


           Ruby laughed louder this time. It was fun and hot watching him squirm looking at her… at her body. 

           A few days ago, this would have all been different… Even the very thought of it would have wrecked her with guilt, let alone if she would have done what she was doing now. But now, it felt different. Heck, she was different… and she was loving this side of her. 

           Ruby grabbed the phone by her side and looked at Uncle. She wanted something… Something she had decided to do the moment she pried that swimsuit from his hand; the moment she decided to wear it for him. 


Ruby: Uncle, I need you to click a pic. 


           Uncle could only nod, still clutching himself, still staring,… still utterly, beautifully lost.



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***Back to the present***


          Somewhere in Dubai, the clock hit 7 PM. Amit had just entered his house and was removing his shoes when he heard two pings back to back. Casually he took his phone out and when he opened the chat,… his eyes popped out. 

           It was a picture of Ruby sitting in the bed on her knees, wearing just a whisper of lace and mesh, [the same suit that Uncle was caught rubbing his fingers at(but Amit doesn’t know that part)], along with a message…


Ruby: I am going to show them what I got. Hope, you can handle. 



 
                   



           Amit’s mouth went dry,… but his cock got hard in two beats. 


Amit: Holyyyy hell !

Amit: Who took the picture, though?… His eyes squinted. 



… Continued.

[AnaRok]

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17. Playing with Fire: Ep 1 Part 3

Rahul: I think I am in love. 

Ruby: A little skin is all it takes, huh ? She asked with a mouth-hung smile.

 
           Wet hair hung as ropes on shoulders as Ruby joined the boys in the dimly-lit hall wearing a tight white shirt, a black panty and nothing else. The shirt spread tight across her chest and was scandalously short… barely enough to reach the curve of her ass, the black little triangle of her panty peeking with every step. No bra, no shorts… thanks to Uncle. 




                         




           Almost 11:30 into the night, Uncle could not sit anymore… his back was killing him. Besides, the poor man had spent the entire time clutching his chest, and now and then his shorts, every time Ruby surfaced from the pool. Soon, excusing himself, he went upstairs to Ruby’s bedroom. Thanks to Ruby, the boys were too distracted to notice why he was going to her bedroom, and not his own. Later, when Ruby was done with swimming, she found her bedroom to be locked and upon getting no response even after quite a few knocks, she figured Uncle might have locked the door by mistake and slept in. 

           That left her with exactly one dry shirt in the entire house and two very awake boys.


Ruby: I still can’t believe you both made me come out wearing just this.

Ruby: That too with no bra !!!

Ruby: Atleast, nothing is visible outside… I hope.


           She was in a playful mood. Playful, and a bit… no, a lot turned on. The last three hours were nothing sort of any usual swimming because the two boys touched, caressed and even squeezed a few parts of Ruby, and it had all left her so… so turned on. 


Rahul: You were just in a bikini, remember Bhabhi… ? 

Ruby: Hey… It was a one-piece. And It didn’t show anything. 

Rahul: You mean… the red bra and panty you were wearing underneath ? He asked, smiling with a tease.


            Ruby’s face turned red, blushing at his tease. 

            The boys knew Ruby would wear something like a one piece for the swim session. They guessed something loose, floral and modest… but when Ruby came down wrapped in a towel around her hips wearing that, their eyes popped out… The top, yellow and meshy was namesake layered across her heavy chest, and the material wasn't hiding much. 

            And then, when she dropped the towel, the boys lost it. The cleft of her bottoms rode high revealing her entire milky white thighs,… and Ruby could plainly see in their eyes what an effect her swimsuit was having on them. 


Sumit: That swimsuit was so hot, but…

Rahul: But this shirt, this attire is… something else, Bhabhi. 

Ruby: You guys think everything I have is hot… she giggled, settling the coffee cups down. 

Ruby: Gosh, my…. they are jiggling with each step I take. 

Ruby: Uncleeee ! It’s all because of you !


           Picking up her own coffee cup, Ruby curled up in the single armchair, tucking her one bare leg beneath her… Her shirt rode even higher.


Ruby: So, what shall we do ?

Sumit: We could have swum some more, if not for the rain. 

Ruby: I think we did plenty of swimming.

Ruby: Maybe too much… Her voice dropped, almost dreamy. 


           Almost 3 hours… 3 hours they were in the pool and not even half of that they had spent on teaching, swimming. Every kick, every breath, every “accidental” brush of their hands on her thighs, her ass, on the undersides of her breasts, Ruby remembered everything vividly.

           Initially, they had started off with some basic breathing exercises… making her hold her breath underwater, slow inhale and exhale, a little lesson on hand and leg movements,… but soon, Rahul wanted her to do the raise up the legs and kick them behind one. Ruby tried and tried, but her legs never came up… and so, “Here, let me hold them up” he had offered,… and then, it all started. 

           The suit turned invisible the second she had hit the water, revealing the dark coloured bra and panty she was wearing under it. With Ruby holding the edge of the pool,… when Rahul put his hand underwater, gripped her thighs and swept them up… her ass broke the surface of the water like two perfect moons.


Ruby: Their hands…  She remembered.

Ruby: I thought you boys were going to drown me with all that… coaching.


           Lightning flashed outside… turning her shirt to almost see through for a quick heartbeat - dark black panties, hard poking nipples, everything was outlined in electric white.


Ruby: I guess, you can’t leave anytime soon… 

Rahul: Nope...

Ruby: And you guys don’t want to sleep ?

Sumit: Oh, no Bhabhi. We have to leave once it stops. 

Rahul: Yeah, we have an early morning work. 

Ruby: So, what do you want to do ?… She asked at them, eyes twinkling. 

Rahul: You could dance… he said, with a smirk. 

Ruby: Haha, funny.

Rahul: I mean, we could play some music, relax… get our foots loose. 

Ruby: Music sounds good dear, but I am not getting off my foot… She laughed, sipping her coffee. 

Rahul: Common Bhabhi,… Amit bro always bragged about you being a good dancer. 

Ruby: Haha, how does he know?… He has never seen me dance !

Sumit: Well, he was even planning a dance event for your wedding.

Rahul: Show us, Bhabhi,… teach us some moves. We suck at dance. 

 
           Rahul stood up and switched on the entertainment system… cranking up the volume.


Ruby: Hey,… not so loud. Uncle is sleeping, remember. 

Rahul: Sorry, sorry…. he apologised, gently. 

Rahul: Come now, Bhabhi. Will you join me ?


           Rahul moved his legs awkwardly for the slow tune, and Sumit too joined him. He was even more weirder, but was making an attempt. Ruby watched them wobble and stutter, and laughed aloud when Rahul stumbled at the coffee table and stamped on Sumit’s foot causing him to jump in pain. 

           Ruby stood up and helped them to move the table,… and when she tried to return to her seat… to sit relaxed and watch the boys dance for her, the boys wouldn’t have it. Sumit grabbed the coffee cup from her hand, and Rahul caught hold of her other hand, trying to make her remain.


Rahul: I know you want to, Bhabhi… I can see your feet testing. 


           Sumit put the coffee cup down and came next to her shaking his head like a crow… Ruby laughed and then joined in at what he was trying to do, to match the beat. Soon, they all started dancing little by little,… on their very own dance floor in the centre of the hall, with the lighting outside providing a perfect flashy spotlight. 

           Soon, Ruby was into the vibe shaking her hips, tapping her foot and waving her hands rhythmically. She was dancing crazy to which the boys couldn’t match and so, they stopped and began to watch her. Slipping from under her little white shirt, the cute little apple bottom of hers shook tapping to every beat of the song. The boys stood mesmerised watching her ass shake.


And, she noticed it. 


Ruby: Hey… You both stopped !

Rahul: Oh, Bhabhi… Watching you is much sweeter than us dancing, please continue. 


           Suddenly, the current song stopped and it changed to a very famous item song. 


Ruby: No way… Not for this one. 

Ruby: Not dressed like this. 


           Quick as that Ruby cheeks turned blushing pink, and she retreated to a shrivelled pose. No way she was going to dance for an item song for them. Not especially in that attire… but Rahul convinced her. It anyone could, it would be him. Sumit too joined and when they both appraised her of how great a dancer she was, and begged her to continue,… Ruby accepted, though not sure why she did. Perhaps it was the warming sensation down her belly. 

            Ruby exhaled, slow and shaky. Taking the centre of the floor, standing in between the two boys, she adopted a serious look and slowly stroked down the sides of her body with the tips of her fingers. As her fingertips crossed the hem of her shirt and onto her bare skin, she broke into laughter. 


Ruby: You guys are making me so nervous… don’t stare

Ruby: Go and sit, will you… 


            Rahul and Sumit took the couch on either side. With all their eyes on her,… Ruby once again assumed the series look and her hips began to glide for the music. Her fingers slithered down the sides of her shirt,… and unlike the first time, however, she was able to continue past the hem of the shirt and onto her naked thighs, without losing her composure. 

            Every eye, including hers, was riveted on her movements… which with each step were turning seductive. No one knew what to expect next, but they were sure it was going to be good.


Ruby opened her eyes, met theirs, and smiled - slow, dangerous and queen-like.


Ruby: Am I really doing this ?

Ruby: Yes, you are dancing… for them, putting on a show. 

Ruby: Look at how they looked bewitched.


          The music continued as if it were an accompaniment to a hot erotic movie sex scene. 

          Ruby gracefully swivelled her hips like a slow motion hula-hoop exercise. Unintentionally, she exaggerated the movements though…jutting her ass to the rear, far enough that her shirt barely covered her cheeks; and thrusting her hips to the sides with such vigor that the shirt split open to the lowest button, baring the front of her panties… 

           The boy’s eyes focussed on her black little triangle. 


Ruby: Yes… like that. Let them look at your panties.

Ruby: Remember how Rahul touched it in the pool.

Ruby: Right on top of your... 

 
           The memory slammed into her like another crack of thunder.

           Back in the pool, the boys were helping her learn the dead man’s float with Rahul holding her thighs and Sumit her stomach. Every time Ruby started to sink, Rahul’s grip tightened, lifting her hips upward. But then, this one time when Ruby dipped fully and drank a little water, panic flared. She thrashed wildly, legs kicking and arms flailing,… and when Rahul grip tightened in alarm,… in one frantic, desperate motion his entire hand slid upward between her thighs and cupped her nether region completely. His middle finger landed squarely on her swollen clit, pressing hard through the soaked lace,… the pressure so sudden and perfect that a bolt of pure electricity shot from that tiny bundle of nerves straight yp to the tips of her breasts. Ruby’s nipples had stiffened instantly, aching, as if wired directly to the spot he was unknowingly pressing against.

            At the same moment, Sumit’s hands had jerked upward in panic. His right palm had closed over her left breast, engulfing it entirely,… fingers curling around the heavy, milky mound, thumb accidentally flicking across her rigid nipple. The shock of it made him freeze and he had yanked his hand away in horror, muttering a silent “sorry”, only for her body to sink again. Another choked mouthful of water, another frantic grab,… and again his palm slammed back over the same breast, squeezing it hard this time, lifting her clear of the surface while his thumb deliberately, or accidentally, neither knew, rolled over the stiff peak once more.

           Ruby had surfaced gasping, coughing, hair plastered to her face, but the only thing she truly felt was the throbbing pulse between her legs where Rahul’s finger had rested and the delicious ache in her breast where Sumit’s hand had claimed her so completely.

           The swim had resumed. The same thing never happened again except for a few brushing here and there… but Ruby had never said stop. She had never said yes. She had just smiled, breathed harder, and let the water carry their hands wherever it wanted…


…wherever she wanted. 


           Now, in the living room, the same whimper caught in her throat. 

           The tempo of the music was increasing and Ruby kept going with it. She raised her hands above her head, rose up on the balls of her feet, and twisted slowly in a circle, mimicking the dance of a ballerina. In the back, her shirt had lifted with the motion, flashing the lower curve of her ass,… and in the front, with the button on the shirt undone, the shirt rose to her waist and as she turned faster and faster,… the tail of it spread wider, fully exposing her panties. Ruby was loving the sensation.


Sumit: Holy hell !

Rahul: Shuuuu……


           Sumit made no attempt to hide his excitement anymore and was openly 'adjusting’ himself each time she faced his direction. While the other one, Rahul, was more discreet, but still showed visible indications of interest. The serious expression Ruby had initially adopted slowly disappeared… Her lips parted and her breathing became labored, as if the dancing was sapping her energy. 

           The boys, though, realised the real cause… that Ruby was enjoying this as much as her audience.


Sumit: I can’t believe Manoj and Raj are missing this. 

Rahul: Stop talking… 


           Ruby was not turned on anymore… She was horny. 

           The heavy song ended… The music slowed and she swayed gently to the rhythm like she was in a trance. Turning over ever more slowly, she lowered her arms and let the shirt fall back into its place. As she stood there facing the now blank television with her back to the boys, Ruby loosened another of the buttons, this one near the centre of her stomach. Her hands slowly lifted the shirt back again playing with the tail, revealing her panty clad ass to the boys… before slowly turning back swaying her hips gently to the music. 


Her eyes fell on Rahul’s crotch. 


Ruby: Ruby !… A steamy breath escaped her mouth…. He is hard.

Ruby: Veiny hard… Responded the demonic voice. 

Ruby: Remember the little titted girl ?

Ruby: Fuck… How that veiny hardness stretched her little pussy… !

“Rahul: Wishing you were the one under there, Bhabhi ?”


           Her own pussy throbbed and Ruby squirmed on her spot,… drunk in horniness. If only the boys could feel the heat radiating from it, she thought for a quick second. 

           The boys were in an entirely different state. They asked for a dance, but this was… this was a full blown tease from a woman who finally had stopped pretending she didn’t want to be watched. With shirt risen, and two buttons off,… the boys were getting what could only be called - a striptease. 

           Sumit’s hand was no longer adjusting. He was openly palming the thick bulge straining against his shorts, eyes glassy. Rahul sat rigid, knuckles white on his thighs, the outline of his cock so obvious it looked painful. 


Ruby was loving it. She was teasing them to the ultimatum.  


           Swaying herself to the low thrum of the bass and the breathy vocals that felt like sex set to music… Ruby eyes looked half-lidded, but it was watching the boys. The lust in their eyes, their drooling mouth,… their bulging crotch. She watched everything. She wanted to tease more… Make them squirm like she was squirming. 

           Focussed on her sexy bottom, neither noticed where her fingers were at. Finally, when she flipped off another button… unbuttoning the one right under her breasts, the boys edged to the end of their seat… eyes shooting out.


Sumit: Oh my God, she's going to take it off… He blurted, hastily. 


          And…… Ruby snapped. 

          Quick as that she closed her shirt and crossed her legs to hide her panty… and eyes wide, she gave them boys the most nervous smile she have ever had. 


Ruby: Oh my god,… I am so sorry. 

Ruby: Got a bit carried away.

Rahul: What ? No, no, please… 


           Ruby scurried away into the kitchen without so much as looking back as the boys watched her ass jiggle, as she vanished into the room. 

           Turning around, Rahul gave his most furious look at Sumit.


Rahul: Look what you have done, you moron. 


            Ruby came back in a couple of minutes, with a very damp towel wrapped around her bottom. She came out putting all those buttons back in place,… and with a nervous smile on her lips. 


Ruby: The rain stopped… She said, averting her eyes. 


            Both Rahul and Sumit looked outside the patio door with such sadness in their eyes. 

            Neither spoke anything. They knew the moment was over, and with a heavy heart, they prepared to depart. 


At the door, Rahul turned towards Ruby…


Rahul: Thanks Bhabhi… We had a great time. 

Rahul: Will we ever get to see that, again ? 

Ruby: Oh dear, I think you guys have seen enough of me already… 


           He put his face down, which Ruby saw and felt a kick in her heart. The ever so confident Rahul suddenly looked like a child who lost his puppy. Her heart swelled and she remembered… he was indeed a little fellow; both were. They both were almost seven to eight years younger to her. 

           She couldn’t look to see the hurt in his eyes. 


Ruby: Hey, dears… She called out, smiling gently. 

Ruby: I too had a very good time. No regrets. 


           Lifting up her feet,… Ruby sweetly kissed Rahul on his cheeks and turning around, she gave one to Sumit as well.


Ruby: Drive safe. 



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           Heart racing, thighs still trembling, the taste of power and denial thick on her tongue, Ruby laid on her bed staring into the darkness.  

           She had no memory of climbing up the stairs, no memory of how the door was open or seeing Uncle,… but there she was, on her own bed, in her own bedroom, sharing the bed with Uncle. 


Ruby: Did you just dance so slutty for the two boys ?

Ruby: Wuh… Wasn’t it all a little out of hand, Ruby ?

Ruby: Well, it was… something !


           She was still in the same dress… The buttoned up white shirt and the little black panty underneath, and with her lying down, the shirt stretched even more tight across her bust, the fabric rubbing against her nipples that were still rock hard as diamonds. It was making Ruby squirm without even touching anything. Unknown to herself, a  finger rose and touched her left nipple. 


Ruby: Uh…. She bit her lip, unbidden.


           She liked it. 

           Popping open the first button, Ruby slipped her right hand in and her fore finger gently touched her nipple… this time, skin on skin. A sudden shock spread through her entire body, and Ruby shook at her spot. 


Ruby: Fuck… she let out a low squeal. 

Ruby: Shuuu, what are you doing, Ruby… Alarmed an innocent voice, within her. 

Ruby: Uncle is sleeping right next to you.


            She bit her lips so tight that no sound slipped out,… cos her finger wasn’t stopping. Gently tracing the little areola around the nipple, it kept going to the centre to push and probe the bump… each time sending jolts after jolts of shocks through her body, to her pussy. 

            She wanted to reach down and touch it…


Ruby: No Ruby,… please. Uncle !

Ruby: But… he is sound asleep !

Ruby: What if he wakes up…

Ruby: Fuck it…


           Her finger went down and found her panty line. 

           Ruby hooked a thumb under the waistband and peeled them down just enough to see the truth: her pussy was swollen and slick, glistening with her juices. Mercilessly she plunged two fingers inside herself without a warning, the slick stretch ripping a sharp, high-pitched squeak from her throat that she barely managed to smother against the closed mouth.


Ruby: Holy fuck… 

Ruby: God, it has been so long…

Ruby: Ah ah ahhh, yes…. 


           She drew her fingers out slowly, deliberately, letting the cool air kiss her swollen folds for one heartbeat (just to feel the ache of emptiness) before slamming them back in, deeper, harder. The wet sounds were obscene in the silence. 

           Soft wet squelches rang like slaps in the silent room. 


Ruby: He’s right there. What if he wakes up… ?

Ruby: Shut up, he’s asleep…

Ruby: But what if he hears how soaked you are…? Vanished the innocence and the demon came out. 

Ruby: Yes,… wake him up with your wetness.

Ruby: Shut the fuck up, you both !

Ruby: You want him to wake up, don’t you ? Catch you like you caught him… ? 


           The voices rang in her ear as she set a ruthless rhythm: slow withdrawal, fast greedy thrust, slow withdrawal, fast greedy thrust. Each plunge curled her fingers upward, stroking a perfect spot inside that made her thighs tremble and her toes curl into the sheets.

           Her thumb found her clit,… swollen, throbbing, and slippery, and began tight, frantic circles that matched the pace of her fingers.


Ruby: Yes,… I want… it. 

Ruby: I want him to hear me….

Ruby: I’m disgusting… I’m actually fucking myself right next to him.

Ruby: I can’t stop… I don’t want to stop…


           She added a third finger on the next thrust, stretching herself wider. The burn was exquisite. A longer, throatier moan tore out of her chest, muffled but unmistakable.


Ruby: Fuck… I’m so full…

Ruby: Imagine… … it’s Rahul.

Ruby: Imagine his thick, veiny cock splitting you open right now… Purred the demon.


           The sudden forbidden thought sent a fresh gush of wetness around her fingers and the sounds turned even more obscene: the rhythmic squelching, the faint slap of her palm against her soaked flesh, the creak of the mattress under her rolling hips.


Ruby: Aaahhhh…. A sharp gasp escaped her, muffled, but aloud. 

Ruby: I’m dripping… I’m actually dripping onto the sheet…

Ruby: He will smell me tomorrow… he’ll know… Fuck.


           Ruby was panting now, tiny frantic whimpers on every exhale, hips grinding shamelessly against her hand. Another deep thrust curled hard against that spot inside and her whole body vibrated; a desperate, high-pitched squeal escaped her before she could trap it.


Ruby: Too loud… too loud…

Ruby: I don’t care… I’m so close… 


           Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the intensity.

           She was almost there, right on the edge, legs shaking and pussy clenching hard around her fingers, when the covers beside her finally shifted. The first slick stroke from Uncle’s side sounded soft, almost hesitant, but Ruby heard it… It lit her nerves on fire. 

           Ruby was already too far gone to stop, too far lost in her own wetness. The desperate need of her own thirst didn’t care to put a stop to anything, a stop to him, or to them, together. 


Ruby: He is awake, and He is doing it… He’s really doing it !

Ruby: You wanted him to hear… You wanted him to know exactly what you were doing. 

Ruby: And he heard. Hearing you.. he is jerking now… Thinking of you. Your…


           She spread her thighs wider, shameless now, letting the wet squelch of her fingers grow louder, more deliberate. Each thrust was a confession, each slide a dare.


Ruby: Yes, I’m such a bad girl… fingering myself right next to Uncle…

Ruby: And I love it… fucking love it…


           Uncle’s strokes grew faster and rougher,… the blanket rustling in perfect counterpoint to her own frantic rhythm. The stroking of his fist over cock was unmistakable now, thick and heavy, and it was like music to Ruby’s pussy. The thick image of his cock filled fluids in her pussy, spreading all around. 


Ruby lost it. 


           A broken, desperate sound tore from her throat, half sob, half plea.


Ruby: Uncle… she muttered under her breath. 

Ruby: Don’t stop… please don’t stop…

Ruby: I can hear you… I can hear how hard you are…

Ruby: Keep going… I’m so close too…


           The stroking beside her faltered for one heartbeat, then resumed even faster, as if her voice had snapped the last thread of his restraint. Hearing him respond, Ruby plunged three fingers deep, driving hard, thumb grinding her clit in fast paced circles. 

           The wet sounds were filthy, unashamed, filling the darkness between them.


Ruby: I want to hear you come, Uncle… Please, let me hear it…

Ruby: Yes… just like that… faster… She cried, in need.

Ruby: Imagine it’s my bra… Yes, I know. 

Ruby: Or… imagine Its my breasts… That’s what you imagined, didn’t you, Uncle ?

Ruby: Cum for me… Fuck, I am cumming, almost. 


           She fumbled blindly for the tissue box next to her bed, fingers shaking too hard to grip properly, and finally yanked one free. Trembling violently, she held it out into the darkness like an offering.


Ruby: Here, Uncle… A tissue. 


           Uncle’s hand stumbled to her side, searching… Searching for the little white paper in the darkness, but he missed it. His warm, trembling fingers crossed her offering hand and landed square on the bare, hot skin of her stomach, right on top of her navel. 


They both froze.


           Shaking just as violently as she was, Uncle’s middle finger throbbed and slipped into the tiny, wet hollow of her navel.


Ruby: Oh Goddddd,… Uncle !!!


           That single, innocent point of contact from him shattered her.

           Ruby came with a loud, screaming cry muffled into the left hand, pussy clenching hard, thighs clamping shut, and the back bowing clear off the bed in a perfect, silent arc of pure release. Wave after wave crashed through her, juices flooding her hand and dripping onto the sheet, her entire body shaking with the force of it.

           And with her,… Uncle too followed a heartbeat later, a low, broken groan and his hips jerked forward spewing thick, hot pulses of cum soaking the blanket in long, helpless waves. 


           They shuddered through the aftershock together, his finger still resting gently in her navel, her hand trapped between her thighs, and the crumpled tissue forgotten on the sheet between them.



… Continued. 

[AnaRok]

Bro in each episode please upload that actress hot pic which you did till 16th episode as per situation. This is missed in 17th episode as you uploaded animation pic and became really boring story. So please upload that actress hot pics more in episodes without miss.

Wasn't able to find one that I needed, with her face on.

[AnaRok]

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18. The Tailor, The Old man and her Boys - Part 1 

Ruby: What the hell, Ruby ?

Ruby: Open your mouth and say something… 


           Ruby sat at the kitchen counter wearing a loose cotton Kurti and palazzo pants (safe and modest, the armour she had chosen that morning), clutching her coffee like it might have some answers. Uncle too was there sitting opposite to her, staring into his own cup… Neither knew how or what to start. 

           Even earlier when she was on call with Amit, she could scarcely listen to what Amit was saying or asking… Something from how swimming went and did the boys lose their mind,… to missing her, and loving her. He seemed to be least bothered about what Ruby might have to say… Not that Ruby could say anything cos she was barely contemplating anything herself. 


Ruby: Speak anything, will you ???

Ruby: So, Uncle… lovely weather we are having, right ?

Ruby: Lovely weather? Really?… After last night you are talking about the weather?


           Spoon clinked softly against the porcelain; Uncle finally decided to look up to meet her eyes.


Uncle: Ruby… about last night…

Ruby: Uncle, we don’t have to…

Uncle: No, we do.

Uncle: I crossed every line a man my age shouldn’t. I’m… ashamed of myself.


           Ruby’s throat tightened. She knew what they both did, what she did… but, apparently it had hurt Uncle more than it did to her. In truth, she wasn’t even hurt that mush. She only worried if it might hurt her relationship with him. 


Ruby: Uncle… You didn’t cross anything alone. She said, quietly, looking down. 

Ruby: I was right there with you, you know… 

Uncle: You are young, dear… curious. It’s all natural. But…

Uncle: But I’m old enough to be… I should have stopped it.


           Ruby looked at Uncle who now was facing down again and his hands had left the coffee cup and curled into fists on the counter. She reached across and laid her hand over his clenched fist… Light, steady, unafraid. 


Ruby: You did stop. The moment I said your name, you froze.

Ruby: But, I’m the one who kept going, remember… She said with a tiny, rueful smile

Uncle: I took something precious from you last night, dear. It was… wrong. 

Ruby: No… No, Uncle. Please,… look at me. 

Ruby: You actually gave me something… She said, voice soft but sure.

Ruby: I felt… wanted. Powerful. Alive. And I needed that more than I realised. 


           Uncle looked at her, eyes glassy… observing her face. He did not quite understand what she meant, but wondered what would have made her feel “not wanted” in the first place. It intrigued him.


Uncle: You sure you are all right, dear ?

Ruby: A little embarrassed that we’ll have to look each other in the eye over breakfast for the rest of our lives… 

Ruby: but I’m all right, Uncle. 


           Ruby looked at Uncle with a shallow smile, her hand still over his. And then, she managed a crooked grin and added…


Ruby: We just had a very weird family bonding activity, that’s all.


           Uncle huffed a surprised laugh, the tension cracking just enough for him to breathe.


Uncle: You’re impossible… He smiled at last. 

Ruby: And you are still my favourite teddy bear. Nothing changes that, Uncle. 

Ruby: But lets never…

Uncle: Yes dear… Never again. Never… 


           Soon, the laughter turned softer, and a slow awkwardness began to creep up again, but they were saved by the horn. Ruby jumped up like she had been saved by angels.


Ruby: That must be the boys. They are here. 

Ruby: I would be late, Uncle. So, don’t wait it…


           She was already halfway to the door when Uncle called after her, voice gentle but firm.


Uncle: Ruby, dear… 

Uncle: That power you discovered last night… The feel of wanted. 

Uncle: Be careful with it. It’s stronger than you think.


           Ruby paused her steps, and looked at Uncle. She gave him a smile… it was small, knowing, and just a little bit dangerous.


Ruby: Oh, I’m counting on it.


           She blew him a quick kiss and bolted out the door, heart racing again,… but this time it was filled with pure, electric anticipation.



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           Ruby stepped into the morning sun, hips swaying in the white palazzo pants with the pale-blue kurti looking innocent. A beautiful innocent looking homely girl… if only Raj and Manoj had seen how slutty she had danced the previous night. 

           She saw the four boys eagerly waiting inside Rahul’s SUV like they had been waiting their whole lives for her arrival. Rahul stepped out and came around to greet her. 


Rahul: Morning, Bhabhi. Looking… dangerous. He said, scanning her. 

Ruby: Dangerous? I’m literally wearing the most boring outfit I own.

Sumit: Bhabhi, you could wear a potato sack and still look like you are about to ruin our lives.

Ruby: Haha, flattery will get you nowhere, dear. 

Ruby: Now, chop chop, get to the back seat,… will you ?


          With Rahul driving, Sumit had taken the passenger seat, or more like, was given that seat. Raj and Manoj were in the back side of the car, in all smiles as they had high hopes that Ruby would join them there,… but when as heard Ruby’s “chop chop”, Sumit bursted into a laughter. 


Ruby: Why Sumit, what happened ? Why are you laughing so… ?

Sumit: Uhn…. Nothing Bhabhi. I mean…. He pointed his sight at the back seat. 


           She looked towards where he was pointing at and saw both Raj and Manoj with a sulky look on their face. Ruby laughed too, her sound light and musical, and entered into the car. 

           Settling down and seated comfortably, she turned around and gave them all at the back a full, radiant smile, and then glanced sideways at Rahul.


Ruby: Drive handsome… Shall we leave ?

Rahul: Oh yes, Bhabhi… He said, stepping on the gas. 


           The car pulled away from the curb, the engine’s low hum vibrating through the seats, sending a subtle thrill up her thighs. She let her hand rest casually on her lap gently tapping on it, feeling a little nervous inside. Yesterday’s dance and whatnot slowly appeared in front of her eyes. 


Ruby: You don’t mind the company, do you, Rahul ?

Raj: Mind ? Why would he mind ?… Raj snapped from behind. 

Manoj: That’s what ! We are the poor souls who missed out on last night’s… entertainment?


           Panic surged into Ruby’s chest and her eyes grew wide. She turned around in her spot, giving the back row a full outline of her swollen breasts, which up until this point were so well hidden inside the loose Kurti. 


Three set of eyes instantly fell on them. 


Ruby: What ???…. Who told you ?

Manoj: So,… it’s true then, Bhabhi ?

Raj: Sumit’s been grinning like an idiot since we picked him up.

Manoj: How could you do this to us ? You abandoned us and gave them a show !!!

Ruby: Show ? What show ? We just had coffee, and then… danced a bit. 

Raj: A bit? We heard shaking hula hulas, shirt buttons coming off… So cruel Bhabhi. He cried, so loudly. 


           Ruby’s mouth hung open… She didn’t know whether to laugh at how they were crying or shrink down into her seat, at her own embarrassment. She knew the boys shared everything among them, but hardly guessed that they would talk about the dance. 

           Looking sideways, she glared toward Rahul. 


Rahul: Bhabhi,… I didn’t say a word.

Manoj: You danced an item song for them…

Manoj: God, we missed out big time. You owe us a private show now, Bhabhi.


           Ruby’s cheeks went from pink to fire-engine red in the space of a heartbeat. 


Ruby: What ?…. What have these devils told you?

Ruby: And private show !!!!

Ruby: Behave you both… or I’ll make you both walk the rest of the way. 

Ruby: And you both… next time, keep your mouths shut or...


           She started something, but the next instant,… her own voice cut short and she hit her forehead with her hand. Slumping back into the seat, Ruby let out a long, dramatic sigh and crossed her arms under her chest. 


Rahul: Next time ? Wow, that’s awesomeee to hear. 

Ruby: No… No next time. Its just came out wrong. I should kill you both…

Ruby: You two are… so dead to me. 

Ruby: I hate you all.

Ruby: …A little. She said blushing, shy, and just a little angry. 


           Sumit muttered a silent apology under his breath… but the entire way Raj and Manoj kept crying for missing out, and were begging for one such repeat event, and Ruby continued to playfully scold them all four. 

           There was a lot of laughing and crying and scolding, but soon… they arrived at their destination. Rahul pulled into what looked like a small, beautifully built house with stone walls, decorated with golden lights high on large trees. 

           As they stepped out, a middle aged woman, must be in her 40s came out smiling towards Rahul. She hugged Rahul tightly wrapping her hands around him, before turning around and smiling warmly towards the others. 


Auntie: Hello Ruby. Rahul informed me that you are looking to stitch a blouse. 

Auntie: Have you decided on a design yet ?


           Auntie took Ruby by the hand and as they both entered in, discussing, the four boys followed them into the house-shop like ducklings walking behind a mother duck. 

           The shop had a nice setting inside too… A very big room with machines spread evenly across the room, rolls of fresh fabrics arranged by the wall, a big couch to sit in, and in through an open door was another small room with what looked like stitched blouses and dresses kept ready for delivery. 


Auntie: Its fine, dear. We will decide on something, together. 

Auntie: I am sure the boys are eager to help too. 

Ruby: Shying, and smiling… Do you have any samples, pamphlets or something, Auntie ?

Auntie: We have a variety of samples, but first, let us get your measurement, shall we ?

Ruby: Okay sure, Auntie… She responded, standing straight. 


           Auntie turned around and made a sound that was barely audible to the ones currently in the room, but god knows how he heard, a very short, bald headed tiny old man came sprinting out of the small room… with a tape in his hand. 

           He came and looked awkwardly, and a little nervously at Ruby,… and Ruby’s stomach too did a tiny flip the moment the old tailor appeared.


Ruby: Auntie…


           As if she heard Ruby’s thoughts, Auntie came and kept a hand on Ruby’s shoulders… like an assurance. 


Auntie: Don’t worry, dear. He is a professional and a very nice person. 

Auntie: He is the one who will be stitching your blouse. 


             Ruby had been serviced by male tailors before, but mostly they would have a female person to take measurements or she would give them a measurement blouse, but nothing this time. She still looked a little nervous, but with an assured look from Rahul, she decided to get on with it. 


If anything, her boys were there to protect her. 


             Ruby smiled politely towards the old man, presenting herself, while Auntie turned towards the boys. 


Auntie: Dears, why don’t you all take a seat…

Auntie: We will take the measurements first, and then, perhaps we can try out some samples for the bride to be. 


             The old man cleared his throat, and stepped closer, raising the tape with shaking hands. Ruby instinctively folded her arms under her chest, then realised that only accentuated her breasts like a pushup bra… and quickly dropped them again, cheeks blushing.

             He barely looked into Ruby’s eyes but came closer and stretched the tape around her back to bring the ends together in front. Accidentally, his knuckles brushed the sides of her breasts for a quick fraction of a second and Ruby jumped as if she had been shocked.


Old man: I am sorry… I am sorry. 


            He squeaked and took a full step back, looking bewildered. Honestly, he did not intend it, but any client can mistake him for it. At the same time, the way Ruby had jumped back, four simultaneous, poorly-stifled snickers came from the couch and hearing it, she shot them a death glare over her shoulder. She looked back at the poor old man, and felt a little pity at how he had jumped. 


Ruby: Its okay, I was accidental. 

Old man: I am sorry again, madam, but your dress will make this job very difficult. 

Old man: A saree would be much easier…


           He said, turning his look towards Auntie… who now came in between them hurriedly, like she had forgotten to tell something to her. 


Auntie: Oh, yes dear. I totally forgot. We cannot measure in this.

Ruby: But, I don’t have a saree with me… She dragged, and Auntie cut her short. 

Auntie: Don’t worry, dear. We have a lot of samples… You can try on a fitting one. 

Auntie: Do you have any color preference ? She asked and started looking for one.


           Up until now, the boys were all sitting quietly, but upon hearing Auntie now, a couple of them jumped in. It was Raj and Manoj. 


Raj: Something light and bright I would say….

Manoj: Light on the shoulders... Nothing too heavy. 

Ruby: Ai… chup you both. Anything is fine, Auntie. It’s just for measurement, right.


           As Ruby silenced the two fellows, Auntie fetched a neatly folded package and came towards Ruby, laughing gently.


Auntie: The boys seem very eager…

Auntie: Here, I think this might look good on you. Try it out, inside… This way. 


           Auntie guided Ruby towards the small room. Sending her in and closing the door behind, she came back and Rahul went to meet her. Sumit, Raj and Manoj remained on the couch, a bit afar. They could not hear what Auntie and Rahul were speaking, but from the way Rahul was flushing, it looked like Auntie was teasing him. 

           Inside, Ruby dropped her pants revealing the sky blue panty she was wearing underneath. She peeled off the kurti too, letting the cool air kiss her milky white skin all over, feeling goose bumps on her skin. Folding, and neatly setting her cloths aside, she opened the package given by Auntie.

 
           Ruby was gone for a full 15 minutes but when the door opened, a spark of light beamed from all four boy’s eyes. Wrapped neatly in a light green colored saree and a contrast pink colored blouse,… Ruby looked gorgeous. Not gorgeous sexy, but stunningly beautiful. The saree was light and transparent leaving her midriff to be exposed, but she had wrapped it so precisely high around her waist that her entire navel was hidden,… yet it looked so alluring to the viewers. The blouse was sleeveless, and even though it had a broad neck, it barely showed any cleavage, but still, it gave her bust a full, heavy eye turning look. 




                                 




           With blouse being modest, Ruby stepped out smoothing her pallu to the side, showcasing her blouse to Auntie,… and by extension to everyone else in the room. 


Ruby: This better, Auntie ?

Auntie: Yes beta, you look lovely! But let's check the fit for accuracy… 


           The blouse was a bit loose, yes… but before Ruby could even say that, Auntie stepped closer and slid her cool fingers through the loose seam of the blouse, brushing her back knuckles over the soft, inner curve of Ruby's breast as she tugged at the fabric. The touch was brief, professional, but the unexpected graze against her sensitive skin made Ruby jerk and she felt a tingling in her chest. 


Ruby: Oouh… she smiled. 

Ruby: Your fingers… they are cold, Auntie. 

Auntie: Ah, sorry dear. This blouse is a bit big for you. 

Auntie: The measurements won’t come correct. 


           While Auntie and Ruby stood in the centre of room, examining the cloth,… a few voices chimed in from the couch. 


Raj: Yeah, definitely too much room Auntie. We agree.

Auntie: Oh, you all can see that too ?... Dutt. She said at them in common.

Auntie: Come dear. Let me find another apt one. What is your size, anyway ?

Rahul: Oh, that must be… 34DD, I believe. 

Manoj: Hey, no bro. I think we settled on 36D. 


           Ruby’s eyes widened so much that her eye balls popped out of the socket. Turning around, she glared so fiercely at the boys, and turned back to see Auntie quietly controlling her laugh. 


Ruby: These idiots. What will she think of me !!

Auntie: Ruby dear… Your size? She asked again, coming with two packages. 

Ruby: It’s… It’s 34D Auntie. She whispered, nervous. 


           Ruby’s cheeks were burning from the boys’ shameless guessing game when Auntie gently steered her back toward the changing room, package in hand.


Auntie: Men will always exaggerate, dear. Don’t mind them. 

Auntie: Come, let’s get you into something that actually fits. I guess this will, perfectly.

Auntie: Master-ji. Could you close the main door. We don’t want anyone barging in. 


            Inside the small room, Auntie helped her out of the loose light pink blouse and into the second one: A sleeveless, dark-pink one that ran a deep neckline but showed no sign of any cleavage. The fit was perfect, lifting, shaping, and showing the true weight and roundness but revealing nothing at all. She also made her remove the light green saree and dbangd her in a matching dark pink saree that again left her midriff transparent see through and this time, before Ruby could do it, Auntie adjusted the dip in her waist a couple of inches below the navel, and dragged her out, presenting Ruby like a painting. 




                                        




Auntie: There! Now tell me this doesn’t look perfect.


           Ruby smoothed her pallu that was running along the split valley of her boobs, cheeks pink, offering the room a shy, formal smile.

           For one second the boys just stared,… and then all four of them stood up at unison.


Raj: No, absolutely not.

Manoj: Bhabhi, you look like a college teacher… Hahaha. 

Sumit: Its pretty, yes, but… you do look like a strict principal trying hard. 

Rahul: It doesn’t say a wedding blouse at all, Bhabhi. Not at all. 


           Of all, Ruby’s mouth fell open at Sumit’s comment. Reaching up close, she got hold of his ear and pinched it hard. 


Sumit: Aaaahhhhhhh….

Ruby: Strict principal, fine… But what is that “trying hard”, Monkey ?


           Laughter bursted around the room as Sumit jumped at his spot, winching in pain… apologising to her. Auntie too joined them, laughing, but her arms were folded and she stood there spectating Ruby… her attire from top to bottom. 


Auntie: Yeah, the boys are right. This doesn’t suit you at all. 

Ruby: But, Auntie. It’s for measurement only na. 

Auntie: But still, taking a measure out of something that doesn’t suit will be like… 

Auntie: We can find something else. What is the blouse color you have chosen dear ?

Ruby: Well, the saree is red colour. So… 

Manoj: What ? Bhabhi… But, isn’t the first night Saree purple ?

Raj: Yeah, the lace printed saree you wore with a push-up-bra-kind blouse. We all saw…


          Ruby’s stomach dropped. The photo, she had sent in a moment of bold, reckless fun, the purple lace print saree dbangd low, and the blouse - pushing her entire breasts up and above, teasing them. She had shared it with them, thinking it harmless flirtation… And now, it had come back to bite her.

          Her face went nuclear-red, and she darted to the centre of the boys, voice a fierce, panicked whisper.


Ruby: You idiots. That… was private! You weren't supposed to bring it up like this!

Ruby: What will Auntie think of me ????

Raj: Shit. Sorry, Bhabhi… we didn’t think…

Manoj: We were just teasing… Really sorry.


           Ruby stood there, hands on hips, chest rising and falling fast, trying to look angry while her heart tried to climb out of her throat.

           Auntie, standing a few steps away, was biting her lip so hard to keep from laughing that her shoulders shook. She finally lost the battle and let out a warm, affectionate chuckle.


Auntie: Ruby beti, relax. I am sure you were just… teasing them.

Rahul: Bhabhi, I have known Auntie since I was in diapers. She doesn’t judge. Trust me.

Auntie: Your secret is safe with me, darling. 

Auntie: I am also sure, it nothing compared to the teasings I have done… She said, winking. 

Auntie: Don’t worry. And if the boys get too naughty, I’ll box their ears myself. 


           Ruby, still nervous, exhaled shakily, some of the panic draining away… and she managed a tiny, sheepish smile.


Ruby: I meant, the reception Saree is red 

Auntie: Got you, dear. Check this one out, I think you will be splendid in this one. 


           Ruby was going in for the third time…  while all four boys now stood outside… expectantly.


Raj: Third time is the charm Bhabhi… Make it worth. 


           Auntie followed Ruby behind the door and shut it with a soft thud that sounded far too loud in the sudden privacy. 

           Ruby stood there clutching the new bundle, cheeks still blushed. Auntie smiled, gentle and knowing,… and began unpinning the pallu of the dark-pink saree.


Auntie: Those boys out there… they seem like puppies around you, beta. 

Auntie: Tails wagging, tongues hanging out. I’ve known Rahul since he was in diapers; never seen him like this though.

Ruby: They are just being silly… She said, smiling little nervous.

Auntie: Silly is one word, dear. Smitten is another. 

Auntie: Four of them trailing after one girl to stitch her Sugraat blouse? That’s not silly, that’s devotion.

Ruby: It’s not like that Auntie. They are just… here for a company. She said in a soft voice, almost soundless. 


            Auntie raised an eyebrow looking at Ruby, almost smiling, and handed her the new different pink coloured blouse… and began tucking the saree into the petticoat. 


Auntie: Company that jumps every time you breathe?… she asked, teasing. 

Auntie: Company that swallow their tongues every time you come out in a new saree ?

Auntie: They like you a lot, beta. And you like them too, I think…

Auntie: Or you wouldn’t have brought the whole pack to watch you choose something that your husband will take off on the first night.

Auntie: You love teasing them, don’t you ?


            Ruby blushed into crimson hearing her words, and could not meet Auntie’s eyes in the mirror… but still, she managed a honest response. 


Ruby: I do love them, yes Auntie. My little boys. 

Ruby: They are always around, make me laugh… and…

Auntie: And they make you blush… And breathe a little faster… 

Auntie: And want your sarees to sit a little lower each time, don’t they ?


           Laughing, Auntie stepped back and looked at Ruby up and down… She let out a low, appreciative hum.


Auntie: Arre wah… now this is a bride.

Auntie: Well, a bride on her Sugraat… She teased. 


           Ruby finally dared to look. The deep pink blouse cupped her breasts like it was made for them deliberately and the saree, same colour as the blouse again dipped an inch below her navel, flowing loose and teasing.

           She looked gorgeous in her own eyes. 


Auntie: Remember what that quiet one said, dear ?

Auntie: That you look like a college principal… 


           She leaned close to Ruby’s ear, and whispered…


Auntie: Give him a heart attack this time, beta. 

Auntie: Show him what a real bride looks like when she decides to be a little… naughty. 


           Ruby’s breath hitched. She met her own eyes in the mirror… wide, nervous and sparkling, and felt that familiar, forbidden heat bloom low and fierce in her gut. 

           She smiled at Auntie with a nod,… and then she tugged, pulled, spread,… and even the pallu slipped off one shoulder on its own, as if the saree itself wanted to show more.


Auntie: That’s my girl. 

Auntie: Now go give those puppies something to dream about, alone in the night. 


           Ruby took one last breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped out from behind the door.


           Broad, smooth and impossibly soft, the unhidden portion of Ruby’s upper body gleamed like a chilled ivory under the shop’s bright light, stretching from the delicate under curve of her bulging breasts all the way down to the scandalously low dip of her saree, that teased the edge of revelation of the valley where her thighs would meet. The hollow little navel - a tiny perfect jewel, winking from behind the transparent pallu right at the centre of that flawless expanse, added such a perfection to her entire juicy stomach.





                                 




Ruby: How do I look now, dear student ?… She asked at Sumit, lips bitten. 


           But Sumit’s jaw had already dropped down and hit the floor. 


Sumit: You look like a dream, Bhabhi. He said in a hazy voice. 

Rahul: We have seen you in quite a few sarees, some whole and some not so whole….

Raj: But every new saree is like… ‘hold my pallu, watch this’. It just gets better and better.

Manoj: Bro must see this, Bhabhi… 


           Manoj said, and clicked a picture, and posted in the group chat.

           Ruby posed like she was modelling just for their lust to blow through their top, and from the looks of everyone in the room, she could say it was happening, and she felt like she was a goddess in control,… but just then the old man with the tape stepped in front of Ruby. 


Old man: Shall we begin, madam ?



… Continued. 


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[AnaRok]

Dear Anarok,

First of all I'd like to apologize because I must be living under a rock all these days lol. Because one of the greatest stories has been unfolding here and I've been successfully skipping this story but also at the same time searching for stories like this one (lol). Maybe that's how life works idk.

If it wasn't for the well updated index and specifically one particular chapter that caught my eye - "Helping Uncle", I swear I would've never attempted to read this story!...

In fact if I remember, I did stumble upon your story during the initial days and after reading the introduction disclaimer I thought "Man... another story about a beautiful gorgeous woman having sex with beautiful gorgeous men. No thank you!!".... "That's literally every other story in the forum."....

And so I kept on searching for stories that fulfilled my kind of thoughts. I come to this forum to read something very naughty, something very sensual, something that doesn't happen often in real life, something very unnatural, something erotic and taboo! For me eroticism is not in the mundane, but something we don't see often in nature. In nature we always see beautiful, gorgeous, strong women always attracted to beautiful, gorgeous, strong, handsome men. But we don't see hot gorgeous woman choosing an ugly, old and dastardly looking man, someone from low cultural or economic profile...

To see the most beautiful, gorgeous and voluptuous woman getting seduced by someone who is not blessed with looks. For me taboo is when the most desirable women feels pity and shows her tender love and care and kindness towards an ugly old man and in the process gets absolutely seduced by the dirty old creature, who never in his million years could get lucky with the most genetically superior woman.

For me this is eroticism!...

I am glad you updated the index because this story has everything I had been searching for. You know not many authors write stories like this, so thank you Anarok! for writing such an amazing story!

Now you have become the reason I visit this forum everyday to check if a new update has been dropped.

Glad you found and enjoy my story. Much appreciate the personal note. 

[AnaRok]

Dear Readers, 


          Merry Christmas and a happy New year to you all. 

          Time to be with family and friends. So, please expect some delay. Will resume soon. 


Happy year end. 

~AnaRok

[AnaRok]

Come back soon bro.. waiting for update

I wrote the next episode, but it hardly felt erotic to myself. 
Still thinking what to do. 

[AnaRok]

It was just a normal thing for every writers... Over the period of time they doesn't feel the punch or they don't get satisfied on their writing...which they felt during beginning of the writing... Don't rush take your time if you feel to rewrite go on and upload it when you feel it's perfect

I will work on a rewrite to make it better. Mean time, I wrote episode 1 of another story a long time ago. 
Should I post it now?

[AnaRok]

Please update don't leave this fantastic story unfinished

No, I will not leave it. I am rewriting the latest un-posted episode slowly. 
I have been using the new story to spark ideas and interests in this one. 

[AnaRok]

We know that you are trying your best but don't add more characters other than existing ones.. because of new characters you will start losing the essence of the core story...that is Ruby and boys..if story revolves around them then you will able to get more ideas for them to explore buddy

No. No more new characters for now. The old man is just a passing cloud. 

[AnaRok]

The only bad thing about Good stories is once you starts enjoying them the updates starts getting delayed

I know. Sorry about that. But, I hope, after next episode, it would become normal - about an episode per week and a half or so. 

[AnaRok]

One n half month gone by without any update..and now even author stop giving replies..looks like story is dead

I regret the extreme delay. Will post by this week. 

[AnaRok]

Dear Readers, 

        Apologies for the big break. Will post next episode today. 


~AnaRok

[AnaRok]

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19. The Tailor, Old man and her Boys - Part 2

          Morning, after a brief call with his fiancé, Amit had slumped into the bed following a long night of client meetings, gatherings, and corporate entertainment. So, by the time he woke up with a stomach growling hunger, it was well past noon. 

          The very first thought that entered his mind made his cock stir. 


Amit: Did they decide on the blouse design yet ?


           Rubbing his eyes, Amit searched for his phone,… and when he found it, it brought a smile on his face. The group had a picture posted in it by Manoj… A fuzzy looking pink figure blurry in its current state, but from the outline of the curvy womanism and the ivory white tone he was pretty sure it was his girl, Ruby. 

           Blood rushed into his limbs, and other parts as Amit clicked on download and the image filled the screen. 


Amit: …


           Amit’s mouth opened with a small popping sound, but no words came out.

           Scarcely wrapped pink color saree or the creamy body it was wrapped around,… Amit could not decide which was contrasting what but the smile on her face, the weight on her chest, and the slight bend on her hips - they all diverted his entire blood rush to one point. Her smile was soft, almost shy, but her eyes held a spark that made Amit’s throat dry.


Amit: God, she looks like a sin wrapped in silk.


          He zoomed in on what stole his glance again and again. 

          Completely bare,… with saree tucked-in so low, the gentle swell of her tiny belly looked so inviting that his cock hardened fully now and strained against his shorts. He closed his eyes and imagined her standing there, posing for him. 


          But it wasn’t for him she was posing, was she ?


          A small unfamiliar twinge pricked his chest. The boys were seeing all these in person while he got to see them only through the lens… But quickly, his mind dismissed the thought. 


Amit: She is mine… But damn if she doesn’t look like a goddess, teasing the world.

Amit: Hey lucky bastards… 

Amit: Getting to see all that in person, huh ? ; ) 


           Laughing, he sent the message and fell back on the bed. He wanted to call and talk to Ruby, but first, he responded to Manoj thanking him in his own way. 


Amit: That pink saree is barely covering anything. 

Raj: That’s exactly what I said, bro. It was barely hiding anything.

Raj: I even told her to take it off completely.

Amit: What… ?


          Only a second ago, he had fallen back into his bed but the moment he read the latest message from Raj, Amit launched back to his feet.


Raj: But, she said no : (

Amit: Hahaha. Hope she doesn’t kill you boys, for real. Be careful. 

Amit: She is not as sportive as me, you know.

Manoj: Bro, If you think that pink is not covering anything, you should see this bro !


           And the next instant, another pic arrived. 


           No saree, nothing. Wearing only a pastel blouse and a matching petticoat, Ruby stood posing sideways with her stomach flat as a pancake and her behind - a soft smooth curvy arc. Amit’s eyes though, were getting dragged again and again back to her hanging wonders. Firm and proud, Ruby’s two breasts stood majestic in her chest, the fabric taut over their full weight. 




                                 





          Amit couldn’t be sure if it was buttoned up or even, he definitely could not tell from the side. He longed to see how deep it ran in the front. 
 
          Without any conscious thought, his left hand reached down and caught his bulge over the shorts.  


Manoj: Shit, wrong pic bro. Wait.

Amit: Wrong pic ? This is not the one he intended ?

Amit: And Raj said, “she said no” !… His cock twitched at the thought.

Amit: Where is her saree ?

Manoj: Oh, that !… Umm, it was hindering with the measurements. 

Manoj: So, the tailor requested to lose it just for a bit. 

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Manoj: Here bro. This is the pic I hoped to send. 

Manoj: You are really the lucky man, bro. Not us.


          Another picture arrived and Amit downloaded it with eyes hazy and lost in imagination. Not just imagining his girl, but also the boys… his four boys surrounding his girl wrapped in that !


He leaned back against the wall. 


          His hand, now, left the bulge in his shorts and rose to run through his hair,… and the same feeling of twinge returned, but along with a raw arousal that churned in his belly. He looked at her pictures, again. 


Amit: She looks smoking hot…

Amit: But the boys, they saw her try them on. They saw her like that in person. 


          A tiny bit of insecurity gnawed at him, but it only made him harder. He imagined her blushing under their stares, flushing at their comments - the thought made him hard as a rock. 

          He opened their private chat.


Amit: Babe… You look so unreal in all those pictures. Can’t stop staring. 

Amit: I only wish I were there with you.

Amit: Missing you so much.


          He hit send, cock throbbing,… mind already spinning fantasies about peeling one of those blouses off her himself.

          Back in India, Ruby’s phone buzzed in her purse but she did not open the message then. She would see them soon, and smile in a way Amit had never quite earned before.



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***Back in India***


           One hand resting on the cool marble counter, the other absently traced slow invisible circles on the soft skin above the waistband of her panty. Ruby had been standing there for the past 30 minutes,… eyes half-lidded, unfocused and lost somewhere far beyond her own reflection staring back at her.


Ruby: “Sorry madam”… How many times had he said ? That old fellow.

Ruby: “Just one more dress, Bhabhi”… How many times had the boys asked !


            Her chest heaved up and down, pushing her big breasts and pointy nipples outward as Ruby’s breath came out hard and slow,… like a tiger prowling at its prey. 

             It was night, almost 8 PM when Ruby reached the house. She had hurried upstairs, cos the smell of her own sex was just too strong. Ruby was positively sure that the boys too would have smelled it for her panty was soaking wet by then and had reached almost to the point of dripping drops down her thighs. 


Ruby: I still can’t believe you let them coax you into all those. She told herself in a rugged voice. 

Ruby: Yesterday, you danced half-naked for two !

Ruby: And then had an orgasm listening to Uncle stroke himself beside you…

Ruby: And today,… today you let those four boys…

Ruby: You basically did everything that they asked. Not even a single protest! Why ???

Ruby: Those little devils !!!


            Speak of the devil and it shall appear. 

            Cos, just when she was thinking about them, her phone rang from her bed. Standing in the bathroom, Ruby somehow knew who was calling and so, leaving the wet soaked panty rest on top of her other cloths, Ruby wrapped a satin purple sleeping coat over a fresh panty and ran outside.  


Ruby: Video call ??

Ruby: In this state !! No way. 


            With half boobs already spilling out of the flimsy overcoat, Ruby did not want to risk anything that might cause her to regret later. She immediately cut the call and opened WhatsApp. 


But first, her eyes fell on Amit’s private messages. 


“Amit: Babe… You look so unreal in all those pictures. Can’t stop staring.“

“Amit: I only wish I were there with you.”

“Amit: Missing you so much.”


           Ruby was already horny, a heat brewed in her lower belly but seeing those messages from Amit,… it stirred butterflies inside her. 

           Had Amit been there, she would have let him do anything to her,… especially after seeing how sweet he was in those messages. For once, there was no boasting, no poking the boys, or making her a show piece. There was just him and her,… him missing her, longing for her,… and perhaps a tiny jealousness for not enjoying her show like the boys had. 

           Something made Ruby think all those just from his three messages. Feeling happy, she called him immediately but there was no answer. She wanted to try once more but before that she received a video call, once again from her boys. 


Ruby: Uh hm. No way, dears. 


            She disconnected them once again and opened the Bhabhi’s boys group. 


Sumit: Bhabhi, why aren’t you picking ?

Ruby: Let us chat dears. Better this way. 

Raj: Whyyyyy ? : ( 

Manoj: Yeah, we were hoping to see some teal once again. 

Raj: Teal ? or was it green ?

Manoj: Whatever it was, loved the way it was peaking at us, from below ;)

Ruby: That… wasn’t teal. That was sky blue. :P 


            Ruby put her tongue out and cursed mildly for being too playful, too inviting. Not that she could help,… cos like said before, she was feeling too damn horny. But still, she tried to change the subject. 


Ruby: You guys not sleeping ?

Sumit: Sleep ? Bhabhi, we are still not over the show. 

Manoj: Wish the show had gone all night. 

Ruby: Yeah yeah, you guys would love that, wouldn’t you ? And there was no show !!!… she texted, blushing and burning. 

Raj: It wasn’t just us Bhabhi. You think the old man would be sleeping tonight ?


            At his words, a fresh gush of warmth spread in-between her legs and Ruby thought back to what happened,… or precisely how it all started. 


            After they all were convinced with the pink Saree, Ruby was made to stand as still as she could, head down and arms hanging loose at her sides… Her skin had prickled with such awareness, the awareness of the boys' eyes on her like physical touches, of Auntie's encouraging smile, and of the cool air kissing her well exposed midriff.

            Though the pallu of that pink saree was namesake, it was still something. Hiding whatever little portion it could, it served as a barrier between her skin and the old man’s fingers as he measured her arms and her shoulders.

            He touched her here and there, but at that time Ruby thought them to be innocent and professional.


But, after that though… 


Ruby: Where all that old fellow…! She thought. 

Ruby: So unfair Ruby! You are blaming everything on him. What about you ? 

Ruby: You could have protested, right ? You barely said anything. 

Ruby: Hey, I could hardly say anything with Auntie there.

Ruby: And the boys were totally in,… they were… 

Raj: Bhabhi ? No reply ? Seems you too have gone back there. 

Manoj: She is probably imagining the old man’s hands.

Ruby: What ? No. You guys are such… 

Ruby: I should have remained in that pink saree only. 

Ruby: And was it really necessary ? To change into another blouse, and I had to lose the Saree completely ?

Ruby: You are asking now ? You couldn’t ask then, when the boys asked you to change again and again and again ?

Ruby: And how they all four said in unison - “No saree” 


           Thinking those words herself “No saree” sent a jolt down to her pit, and Ruby knees buckled. Phone in hand, she sat on the bed and thought back. 


           Blushing and nervous, Ruby had smoothed the crease on the dress once last time and had stepped out of the changing room wearing the light coloured blouse and the matching petticoat - the first of the long list of blouses they made her try that day. 

           Thumbs hooked on to her hips, she had come out with a shy nervous smile on her face. 


Raj: Absolutely necessary Bhabhi, Uncle ji needed a better view to work his magic.

Ruby: Really? What’s wrong with the view you were getting ?

Ruby: I thought it was pretty daring already. 

Manoj: It was, Bhabhi. A great view indeed, but not really the best.

Ruby: Not the best ? That pallu was barely hiding anything. 

Ruby: And the blouse,… it was already deep necked. 

Raj: Yes yes Bhabhi, but with the pallu, it was like looking at the moons through the clouds.

Ruby: Moons ??… Her lips twisted into a smile. 

Rahul:  I wouldn’t call that pink really deep necked, Bhabhi. 

Ruby: Here he comes and the audacity of this guy. This was all because of him. 

Ruby: Yeah, like you didn’t enjoy all that happened. 


           Ruby hated her inner voice for being right most of the time. Pretty much all the time to be true. If it was not going to take her side atleast once in a while, then why was it called “her inner voice”, she wondered. 


Ruby: Welcome, good sir… She texted, smiling, yet playfully furious. 

Rahul: Thank you, Bhabhi. That pink blouse, it wasn’t really screaming hotness. It was low necked, yes… 

Rahul: But, it wasn’t showing any cleavage at all ! 

Ruby: Moons through clouds ! No cleavage ??

Ruby: These days, they are not even feeling any shyness flirting with me. 

Ruby: Oh really ! You are talking about their shyness ? Really ?

Ruby: After you stood in front of them wearing a blouse so open than a bra !!!


           Her inner voice was right once again, and Ruby now felt mildly furious at it for proving her wrong at every single turn. It’s question was honest though. It was not really fair for her to talk about their shyness after all that she did. 


Manoj: Exactly Bhabhi!. It showed no cleavage at all. 

Rahul: The assets were kinda… far apart. We needed something to bring them closer, you know.

Raj: Yep, pressed together. That way, they have been more… captivating, Bhabhi.

Ruby: Captivating? You boys are talking like you are designing some movie poster. 

Sumit: Bhabhi, to do his job right, the tailor needed to see the full picture.

Rahul: The canvas, as it were, must be fully exposed to the artist, right Bhabhi ?

Ruby: Exposed? That sounds a little scandalous, dear. 


           But in the end, that was exactly what had happened. Not just a little exposed, but exposed in multitudes of levels… And that old man had played a big part to it. 


           Ruby recalled… The thin pink pallu was dbangd loosely across her chest, barely covering her one breast while the other was already fully exposed,… but still, the old man had stood there,… eyes flickering nervously to it, then away, and then into her eyes. When Ruby enquired, he had fidgeted saying how difficult it would be to measure her bust with the pallu on.


“Uncle ji, you want me to loose the pallu ? Entirely ?”… She had asked looking at him, shocked. 


           Ruby had looked questionably at him, and then at Rahul,… hoping for him to step in, to do something. And he too did, but not in the way Ruby had expected. She still remembered how her lips had curved into a nervous smile looking at the way Rahul stepped in, mouth grinning subtly. 

           She had no idea what happened next, but in no time, she was already back in the changing room, changing into that creamy dress. Even now, it made her wonder why she did everything the boys wanted her to do. 


Manoj: That pastel blouse was something, Bhabhi. 

Raj: Not too exposed but still showing just the right amount of everything. 

Ruby: You boys are so bad. Poor pallu was just doing its job. She sent, smiling, teasing.

Manoj: Common Bhabhi. Even Amit bro agreed to it. It was barely doing its job. 

Ruby: Yes, That ! I thought to kill you for that, you monkey. 


           Ruby quickly came out of the Bhabhi’s boys group and jumped to the other group chat, the one Amit was part of, and scrolled up. 


           When Ruby had come outside wearing the pastel blouse and the matching petticoat posing sideways with her flat stomach,… Manoj had clicked a picture - quoting “Capturing the moments” and then accidentally sent it to Amit. 

           Despite knowing about Amit and being rebellious with him, Ruby had been wrecked when she learned what Manoj had done, wondering how Amit would react. But what happened next was not how she least expected it to go. 


Now, she wanted to see it with her own eyes now and so, she opened that chat. 


Manoj: Shit, wrong pic bro. Wait.

Amit: Where is her saree ?

Manoj: Oh, that !… Umm, it was hindering with the measurements. 

Manoj: So, the tailor requested to lose it just for a bit. 

Amit: …

Amit: She is really standing there in just a blouse and petticoat ?

Amit: No saree at all ?


          She read his last three messages and felt her pulse quicken,… but knowing what happened next, Ruby now understood why Manoj had looked at her like that - with pleasantly surprised eyes. 


A shaky exhale and a small smile after, she continued reading.


Amit: God… I can’t stop looking at the photo.

Amit: Will you please have her turn for me? I want to see.

Amit: I need to see her front. I need to see my beautiful girl. 


          That feeling of Amit alone in his room, thousands of miles away, being desperate for more of her… thinking about it sent a shrill thrill inside her, and Ruby felt a strong urge to hug and give him a deep juicy kiss. 


Ruby: May be even a little more than that… She felt enthusiastic. 

Manoj: You loved it when I clicked the pictures, Bhabhi. 

Raj: I know I loved it :P 

Raj: The way you gave the next pose for us ! Wahh…

Ruby: Oi, that was for Amit. My fiancé. 


           A slow loving smile flashed on her lips, again, as she recalled back.


           When Amit had asked to show her picture from the front, Ruby had dropped her hands down uncovering her crossed arms, feeling cherished in a way Amit’s usual bravado never quite managed to. 

           Tying her hands behind, she posed a sweet smile towards the boys, towards the camera lens, and let Manoj click another pic of her. For Amit,… and for the boys too.   


Ruby: May be. May be a little for them all too. 


           Smiling face; a hint of teal bra peeking from the sides, the pale blouse was tightly wound around her large bosom pushing her breasts together,… and even with the blouse running so deep, it felt like an illusion playing tricks. It showed so little cleavage, but at the same time with the opening so deep, it looked like everything should have spilled out, but it did not. The sparkling black eyes, the tricky little cleavage, and most of all the round little inviting navel… In that frozen moment, Ruby was nothing but a breathtaking temptation.




                                           




Sumit: Uncle ji’s mouth hung open when he saw you, Bhabhi. 

Ruby: I guess he was nervous. He kept apologising. 

Raj: Nervous ? Bhabhi, I think his hands brushed you more times than the tape did : P 

Ruby: You guys noticed that ???? 


           Ruby bit her lips, as several more events from that day flashed in front of her eyes. She could still feel the old man’s trembling fingers - how they had hesitated at first, but soon began pressing just a fraction longer than necessary especially while measuring her bust. 


Ruby: But still you stood there like such a good girl. No protests.

Rahul: Noticed ? You have no idea what that did to us, Bhabhi. Watching you stand there, his fingers on you !

Manoj: Every time he touched you, we were dying a little.

Manoj: Especially when he had to measure under your big bulky… 


           Ruby’s fingers tightened around her phone, her nipples hardened under the robe,… and she so wanted to jam her other hand down inside her panty. 

           She could vividly feel the memory on her skin - the cool tape sliding beneath the swell of her breasts, and the old man’s pinky nudging against their weight. She had not flinched, not openly atleast. All she did was breathe deeper, let the blouse pull even tighter and let him feel the weight of what he was “measuring.”


Falling back into the bed, Ruby relived the scene. 


           First off, Uncle ji had wrapped his tape fully around her, trying to get the exact size of her breast from the mid back to her mid front, the tape leading on and over the centre most point of Ruby’s two breasts. The line ran right through the centre of her apex points where the contact lingered as he adjusted quite a bit,… the tape pressing tight and his fingers brushing light into the soft flesh over her blouse. 

           Technically, he was not touching anywhere on her skin directly, but wherever his fingers fell over the blouse, Ruby felt a heat spread outward from his point of touch. 


Ruby: Uss…. She felt her nipples ache.

Ruby: Hey, you thought he was doing his job. 

Ruby: In real, he was, I still think so. 

Ruby: And where had the boys gone ? They couldn’t say anything ?


           Back in the tailor shop when the old man was wrapping his tape around one of her full round breast, doing god knows what, Ruby’s stomach had fluttered so much in a mix of embarrassment and a forbidden warmth that she could hardly ignore. Even then, she had glanced towards Rahul hoping for him to do something, anything, only for him to meet her eyes in return with a soft, encouraging smile, and nodding at what was happening like it was some most normal thing in the world.


Just as Rahul, the rest of the lusty eyes too watched her.

 
           The boys had gone absolutely quiet. 

           Ruby’s eyes had begun to scan the room around her, but there was not much room left. The boys were not very far but all around her, watching every movement intently. Their eyes had watched the old man’s fingers and the tape travel on Ruby, pressing here a bit, and tightening there a bit,…  their eyes following where ever they went, and to much more. 

           She remembered Sumit watching her navel like he was about to bite it whole. It was just as same as he had watched her the previous day,… where she had consciously put on a show for him, and Rahul. 


Ruby: Boys… They were there. Standing and watching.

Ruby: Their eyes were devouring me… 

Ruby: My belly,… my navel… and my

Ruby: Your perfectly encased bosoms ?

Ruby: Did you feel their eyes drill holes in your bosom ?


           Her demon voice purred in her ear with such intensity that Ruby slipped her phone down and both her hands went up to cup her breasts. She let out a strong gasp. 

           A quite submerged part of her wondered where Uncle was, and prayed where ever he was, he should not hear her moans and gasps.


Ruby: God yes, I felt. They were watching every inch.

Ruby: They looked like they had forgotten how to breathe. 

Ruby: And you liked that, didn’t you?


           No answer was required as Ruby reached and pulled both her nipples up. Thighs rubbing feverishly, she pulled and prodded her nipples,.. eyes closed and lost in the past. 


Ruby: And what was the old man doing ?

Ruby: He was… he was measuring for my blouse depth. 

Ruby: How deep you wanted it ?


           Ruby still could not believe what she had said out aload. So openly she had asked the little old man who was standing mere inches from her chest to design her blouse to show more of her breasts, to show bigger cleavage. The words had hung in the air, thick and intimate, and right then and there her nipples had started stiffening under the silk. 


Ruby: Tell me… what happened then ?

Ruby: “Is this same okay, madam ?” He asked me. 


           The old man had held the tape at the start of the deepest point of her then pastel blouse, marking the plunge. His thumb finger and the cool metal were pressed hard against her warm skin just at the very top of Ruby’s pink swells.

           Ruby had lifted her chest involuntarily toward his touch.


Ruby: And then Rahul chimed in. 

Ruby: “A little more to the down, Uncle ji.” He said, watching down my opening.


           The old man then adjusted, letting the tape drop lower and slip another half an inch into her blouse. The metal end steadied just a few centimetres inside caressing gently into her yielding flesh. 

           Ruby remembered parting her lips, and a soft, helpless sigh slipped out from the heat that had pooled in her belly. Everyone around her had heard it clearly - it was very well evident from the look on their face. 


Ruby: What were the other boys doing ?

Ruby: They were all focussed on my cleavage too. 

Ruby: Then what happened. 

Ruby: “A little more… please.” Raj asked to old man. 

Ruby: He asked for even more ? And you didn’t even deny ?

Ruby: … 


           The demon or her soul Ruby did not know which was questioning her anymore cos that too seemed to be a little shocked. Well, a blouse for her and it was her body,… but the control was never with her. Ruby had realised it at the shop.


Ruby: I take it that’s when… 

Ruby: Huh ?

Ruby: His finger, is that when the old man’s finger slipped inside your blouse ?


           Ruby jerked and her back arched as she remembered Uncle ji complying to Raj’s request and that time, along with the tape the old man’s thumb too slipped in and entered her blouse. 

           Pinching one nipple hard as she could, Ruby’s right hand freed up and slapped her own tits. The flapping sound filled the room and Ruby quivered violently. 


Ruby: Yes, he was pressing against my breast flesh.

Ruby: And the boys ???… the voice asked eagerly. 


           Despite her situation, Ruby remembered still. The boys had frozen, their breaths shallow and eyes glazed. Rahul’s hand was gripping his thigh hard enough to leave a mark and Sumit,… his lips were parted, almost hanging open. Raj and Manoj had leaned forward, pupils blown wide. The air around them had been so thick with the scent of arousal that no one could deny.

           And Uncle ji, his hands no longer trembled. His finger was fully nestled against warm, fleshy bumps in between Ruby’s two breasts, brushing the inner sides of her titties. Ruby had let out a soft, needy moan that she couldn’t swallow, which the entire shop heard. 



***Ring Ring***


            Back on her bed, Ruby was thrashing around and felt she was so close to having an orgasm when her phone rang again. It was another call from the boys. 

            Ruby froze for a second by the alarming sound, then sat up and picked her phone. She cut the call in panic and looked at the chat screen. 


Manoj: Especially when he had to measure under your big bulky… 

Rahul: Oh man. He even let his finger slip in between her globes.

Raj: What would I have given to trade places with him. 

Sumit: Fuck. What all he did. 


           On and on, they had chatted cursing the old man, but since no reply came from Ruby, they had rung her again. 


Ruby: Hey, sorry dears. Was in washroom. 

Ruby: And what all you guys are talking ? Shameless fellows. She scolded playfully. 

Ruby: You’re all terrible… So terrible!

Ruby: Ruby…


           Her inner voice once again called her out but this time in a very sarcastic tone. 


Ruby: You just let an old man feel you… but calling them terrible ? It laughed. 


            True again. Ruby wondered what made her to let a old man do that. He had been very good at the start, but towards the end, she was not sure if he had been particularly professional as he had been before. 


Rahul: Oh, we are terrible, madam Bhabhi ji ? He asked teasing. 

Ruby: Of course. You all were trying to get me into trouble. 

Ruby: Had I not loosened the saree completely… 

Manoj: Bhabhi, but we wanted you to come out wearing the other saree right. 

Raj: Oh yeah. That,… how couldn’t we make her come out wearing that ?

Manoj: Imagine if you had come out wearing that saree Bhabhi. 

Sumit: Yeah, the one we gave before the creamy one.

Ruby: Oh, no. No way I was going to wear that and come out.

Sumit: Why Bhabhi ? What was wrong with that ? 

Ruby: What was wrong ? That was basically just a bra wrapped around my… 


           She cut her message short but her muscle memory betrayed and she hit send. Biting her tongue Ruby nervously looked at the screen. 


Manoj: Around your ? Please tell us, tell us. 

Ruby: Ai,… around my body, I meant. 

Raj: You should have come out wearing that, Bhabhi. 

Raj: But honestly, we never thought you would call us inside. 

Ruby: I called you inside ???


           Actually, she did. But only to one of them. 


           Unlike the pink saree and it’s blouse, this one had been slightly different. The blouse was neither wide spread, nor covered everything. Like she said, it was basically a bra covering her perky breasts,… and she was not ready to come out wearing just that. 

           And so, but not sure what made her do it, she had called for Rahul from inside to inform him, but when the door opened…

           All four boys had entered one by one and surrounded her in a semi circle. Their eyes were fixated all over her - a pair watching her face, her shy, shocked, gaped open lips,… a pair devouring her curvy bent waist,… but Manoj and Raj, they could not stop staring into her abyss, mouth hung wide.


What happened, happened. 


           Now, she did not want to hurt them saying “she only wanted Rahul to come”,… and so, she responded in general.


Ruby: Better you than Auntie, or the old man. 

Ruby: I wanted to say that I cannot come out wearing just that. 

Raj: Thank the gods, we got to see it atleast. 

Sumit: Yes, that dress was nothing less than gorgeous, Bhabhi.

Ruby: It that so! Then why were you guys hell bent on getting the saree off me.. She texted with a little smirk on her lips. 

Rahul: Bhabhi, the saree was basically decorative at that point.


           Ruby’s mouth split open in genuine shock. Nevertheless, they were not wrong. 

           With that saree almost as transparent as the first pink one, she had known that they could see everything through the flimsy green pallu but the blouse,… it was hardly designed for the job it was supposed to do.


            Being more of a bra than a blouse, the little cloth did a tremendously good job of pushing both of Ruby’s breasts together forming a deep arc of a cleavage over her well exposed milky valley. True to its nature, the bra like blouse exposed more than three fourths of Ruby’s upper body, presenting a great expanse of view to its spectators from the slender neck all the way till the split of her boobs,… and then, there was that transparent green pallu,… well, it was just there. No one cared for it. 




                                    



           Manoj had clicked a picture of it well off from top angle capturing her magnetic eyes, her luscious lips and her spilling breasts. That was picture he had shared last with Amit,… the same one that made Amit imagine his girl being surrounded by the boys, watching everything. 


Ruby: Decorative ? Stop it, please. You guys are embarrassing me.

Manoj: Embarrassing? No, Bhabhi. He is telling you the truth. 

Manoj: That saree was barely holding on. 

Raj: Bhabhi, that pallu was fighting a losing battle. It slipped lower every time you breathed.  

Rahul: And in that bra, I mean blouse, we could already see a whole lot of your mangoes.

Rahul: So, that saree was basically redundant, Bhabhi. 

Ruby: Oh my god !!! You little perverts. 


            It was not really a shocking truth to know, but never the same, Ruby reacted. Cos, all day the boys had been ogling at one or other part of her body and Ruby was very well aware of it. 

            In fact, she was loving it. Bringing them to the tailor shop, she expected something of this sort was bound to happen, but a lot more happened than she would have allowed for, but still, she did not regret one bit. She just loved teasing and playing reluctant with them, and so she continued. 


Rahul: Perverts ? No, my dear Bhabhi. 

Rahul: We are appreciating. There’s a difference.

Raj: Beauty, where ever it is,… should be recognised, Bhabhi. 

Ruby: Oh, really. I did not see you guys appreciate or recognise much when I was fully dressed. 

Raj: That… that…

Ruby: So you prefer me,… uncovered ?


            It was not really a question and everybody knew it, including Ruby. She looked at the screen giggling and smiling, imagining how their faces must be right now. A small part of her wished she had picked the video call. 


Ruby: So, it had nothing to do with hindering with measurements. 

Ruby: You just wanted fewer clothes on me ?

Raj: What ? no no. Don’t twist our words Bhabhi. The old man was the one who requested to remove the pallu. 

Ruby: But you guys were the ones who didn’t let me wear the saree at all. 

Raj: That… that…

Manoj: Ofcourse. The blouse was for Sugraat. So, it had to be seen and designed with no interference. 

Raj: Yes, that, exactly. We wanted to know what to expect when the day comes, Bhabhi. 

Ruby: Hahaha. You guys are talking as if you all are going to be there. 


           The moment those texts flew from her text box, Ruby’s cheeks exploded into crimson. The blush spread from her cheeks down her neck all the way to the top of her breasts.


Ruby: I mean, no I meant, I didn’t mean it like that. 

Ruby: They are going to think… Oh god, they are already thinking !!


           The chat went perfectly silent for one whole minute and then, the boys slowly appeared again.


Sumit: Bhabhi said what I think she said?

Manoj: Going to be there? Like… for Sugraat?

Rahul: Careful what you wish for, dear Bhabhi. 

Raj: We volunteer, Bhabhi. We do.


           Dropping the mobile down, Ruby covered her entire face with both her hands and a mortified squeak escaped through the fingers. She was done. Feeling so embarrassed, she had no clue what to say now. 

           Giggling and squeaking, she wondered what was to come next, what to say next, but just then, she heard a sharp giggle from downstairs. In fact, it was more than one, and they were women. Two at the least.


Ruby: Uncle ? But… 

Ruby: The voice! Did he bring girls to the house ?



… Curious, eyes wide, she edged slowly toward her bedroom door. 



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***Hours ago, when Ruby entered through the main door***


            A silent figure sat still as a statue when the bubbly girl blasted open the front door, and ran upstairs in such a hurry that luckily she did not catch the naked self of an old man sitting in the darkness.


Uncle: Thank god !!!


            He prayed as his eyes followed Ruby’s jiggling ass climb up the stairs. 



… Continued. 

         

[AnaRok]

Please come and finish the story bro..

I will, for sure. 

Fell down, broke the right hand bone. Had an operation. 
Just started working, but only with left hand. Can barely type with any speed. 

[AnaRok]

It's been over a month where are you bro..

Just removed the cast and have slowly started using the right hand. To make up for the lost time, I will make the next episode much bigger. 

~ AnaRok

[AnaRok]

Bro you forgot us??? Dont let us forget ruby bro!!!

No, I am still writing. Current episode, I wrote but then it wasn't hot enough given the place we are now. 
So rewriting. 

[AnaRok]

Dear Readers,

Hope you are all doing good.

I know it has been way too long, but wanted to let you all know. I am stuck. I want to continue but I am still stuck at the same spot where I stopped writing. I keep re-writing and editing the 2/3rd that I already finished but not moving forward.

I want to finish phase one of this story so that I can post the next big thing I am brewing. I already wrote 4 episodes of that, but I don't want to post that big one before finishing this portion of Ruby's.


Hopefully, I will get it all back and continue.


Until then,
Cheers.

Happy Diwali.