Adultery Adventures of my lactating sister
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After remembering that debacle, I said, "Didi , aaj mujhe bhi apke sath market Jana hai" ("Sister ,I will go with you to the market today.")
"Kyu achanak ,aaj kyu" ("Why All of sudden, today")
"Mujhe bhi kuch kaam hai vha par." ("I have a few things to see.") I smiled.
My Rupali didi was a little reluctant to leave the house empty, but eventually i convinced her. As we headed out into the burning sun, she occasionally stopped to speak to some people of our neighborhood. However, after meeting a few of the men, I realized they were stealing glances at her body every now and then. Not only that, some of the other men on the streets were also staring at her. I couldn't understand the reason until I look at her myself. I moved two steps away from her while she was busy chatting with one of our neighbors. Again, I was dumbfounded.
The part of her saree covering her upper treasures had become almost see-through. One could easily make out her fleshy curves and her deep lusty navel due to the thin fabric. Her beet-red choli could be seen from a mile away. About two-three inches of her cleavage was also visible owing to the tightness of the choli alongwith the bra she was wearing underneath. Thankfully, due to the folds in her saree, everything below the waistline seemed at least decent.
I know for a fact that she is a loyal housewife and a devoted mother of a one year doughter. It's just that sometimes she's too careless and naive. She believes the world is filled with good trustworthy people, but clearly it isn't.
I glanced back at the man who was chatting with my sister. He was in his mid-fifties, with an ugly face and rugged features. He was still stealing glances of her cleavage, that old pervert. Suddenly he looked at me and as soon as our eyes met, he got somewhat scared. "Rupali ab chalta hu.mai phir kabhi tumhare ghar aaunga !" ("Rupali, let us part for now. I'll come to your house some other day.")
"Bilkul,jis din bhi apko mauka mile." ("Of course. Whenever you have time.")
After that, he walked away in the opposite direction, but not before stealing another look back at my sister's swinging ass.
When we reached the market, it was a scene of total chaos. The market was full of people pushing and shoving each other to get to their choice vendor. I asked my Rupali didi to move ahead of me since I didn't know which vendor she wanted to go to. She agreed.
As we entered the market, we too experienced the same pushing and shoving. I wasn't having much of a problem but my sister was much worse off. As she tried to push through the crowd, I saw many men - both young and old - heavily brushing against her. She put her hands across her breasts trying to prevent those savages from touching or groping her, but mostly it turned out in vain. I was feeling sorry for her, but at the same time the worm between my legs kept twitching. My mind wasn't ready to accept it yet, but I was perversely enjoying the way she was being treated.
When my sister finally reached the vendor/sabziwala she was looking for, she was in a mess. Her hair had been completely disoriented, her pallu almost seemed to be almost slipping from her shoulders and one of her bra straps above her right shoulder was visible. Moreover, she was sweating quite heavily because of the humid heat. Thankfully she covered her bra-strap and adjusted her pallu before the sabziwala could notice.
"Ka bhauzi, ka logi aap" ("Hello, Bhabhi. What do you need") , the sabziwala asked, while eyeing her from head to toe admiring the view of her see-through saree. There was still a major crowd behind her and so she had to hurry.
"Ek kheera do baigan l, 250gm tomato..." ("One cucumber, two brinjals,.")
Suddenly the sabziwala interrupted. "Bhauzi tohke kheera ki ka jarurat pad gawa tohar marad bahar gwa hai ka" ("Why do you need cucumbers Has your husband gone out") He commented with an ugly smile which displayed his dirty yellow teeth.
Some of the people behind her giggled at the comment and I too understood what the sabziwala meant. But my Rupali didi was too naive. "Mere pati ko kheera pasand hai to Hume bhi kheera khana achha lagta hai." ("Meaning my husband isn't the only one who likes eating cucumbers. I like eating them too.") My sister couldn't understand the significance of what she said and it drew another round of giggles from the men behind her.
"Oh, bhauzi humke maph Kara, aur btawa kaa chahi tohka" ("Oh, please forgive me, Bhabhi. Now, tell me, do you need anything else.")
My Rupali didi noticed an odd looking vegetable at the corner of the sabziwala's basket. It was shaped like a papaya but was somewhat different. "Oo kya hai" ("What's that"), she raised her left finger and asked him.
"Konsa" ("Which one") The shopkeeper looked around trying to spot what she was getting at.
Then, without warning, my Rupali didi bent down from her waist and put her finger on the vegetable just near to his knees. As she did this, her pallu slipped from her shoulders and fell on the floor. Her choli-covered boobs and plunging cleavage were now only inches away from the sabziwala's unpleasant face.
"Eeye wala! Kya bolte hai is sabzi ko" ("This one!...wat do u call this veggie")
The sabziwala couldn't answer. Her was buzy alternating between gawking at my sister's spilling cleavage and her sweaty armpit which had now formed a wet-patch over her choli. When the sabziwala was lewdly staring at her, I felt my dick begin to rise. I knew it was shameful and I should warn my sister, but something inside wanted to let it continue.
Suddenly, my Rupali didi noticed what the filthy man was looking at and immediately covered up her ample choli-covered breasts with her pallu. Then she stood up straight.
The sabziwala immediately realized his mistake and said, "eka squash bolat hai, Bhauzi, agar acha Lage tohke to Ghar le jao aur maza se Khao. e yha ka sabzi nhi hai ." ("That's called squash, Bhabhi. It's not from here. You can take it home and taste it if you like.")
My Rupali didi was extremely annoyed at the sabziwala for looking at her in such a manner. She angrily said, "Humko nhi chahiye apka squash, ab btao kitna paisa hua baki sabziyon ka." ("I don't need your squash. Tell me how much I owe you for the rest of the vegetables.")
The sabziwala then told her the amount, after which she paid him and we left. I quickly glanced between my legs to see my current state. The hardness was gone but the feelings inside the pits of my stomach raged on...
Nothing eventful happened for a few days after the encounter with the sabziwala. In the meantime, our old maid-servant had fallen ill. After a few days of absence, his son showed up at our doorstep one day. My Rupali didi was at home wearing a brown colored nighty which hung loosely from her body. As usual, she was not wearing a bra underneath and because of that, her juicy tits jiggled heavily with even the slightest movement.
The son of the servant rang the bell and even though I heard it, my sister opened the door before I could get there. "Hain, kaise .." ("Hi, how're..."). He halted his words since he couldn't help but gawk at the magnificent maiden standing in front of him. With his mouth wide open, he kept staring at my Rupali didi as though she was some sort of a queen.
"Ha bataiye aap koun? " ("Yes, tell me who are you") My sister asked. She was quite amused by this man's appearance. He was close to forty-years old and much shorter than her, almost upto the height of her breasts (which would later prove to be his biggest advantage). He looked much older than he actually was - nearly bald with only a couple of strands of silver hair on the sides of his head. He had a dark complexion and some of his beard was silver and some of it was black. He wore a dirty yellow buttoned shirt that was hanging loosely from his rather frail body, and below he was wearing some old trousers that had more patch-work than the original material.
When my sister asked him who he was, he immediately stepped out of his trance and replied, "Oh, oh....mai hariya..meri maa apke ghar me kam karti hai na.. pahchana aapne?."
My Rupali didi was a bit suspicious of him, but she asked him to come in when she realized that I was home. As she climbed up the stairs, I saw the dirty old man staring at her ass and licking his lips. I could well imagine his situation. As my sister doesn't wear any panties in the house either, her plump hips were swaying in a wave-like motion as she steadily climbed the stairs of our house. At times, her nighty used to get stuck in her ass-crack in an alluring manner and as a reflex, my sister used to unstuck them from her ass with her hand. A high-class lady acting in such a careless manner caused Haria to scratch his crotch over his trousers.
When my Rupali didi reached the living-room floor, she turned around and immediately Haria stopped his scratching. "Aap baitho." ("You may sit.") She pointed at the wooden chair beside the sofa.
"Na na, madam ye kaise ho sakta hai ,aap vaha baitho mai niche baith jaunga." ("No no, madam. How can that happen You sit there, while I sit on the floor.") Saying that he sat down on the floor opposite to the chair.
"Jaise apko thik lage." ("As you wish.") My Rupali didi then attempted to sit on the sofa and as her big butt thumped on the soft cushion, for an instant her boobs jumped in all their glory. Seeing this, Haria gulped and openly started scratching his manhood above his trousers.
My Rupali didi noticed that and immediately looked away. "Acha, toh masi....Mera matlab hai apki maa ki tabiyat kaisi hai" ("So, the maid...I mean, your mother, how is she") She glanced back at his trousers again and realized that he had stopped scratching but his left hand was still there on the same exact spot.
"Unki tabiyat achhi nhi hai, doctor bolte hai ki unki tabiyat thik hone me abhi samay lagega. To mai kya kah Raha tha ki agar unke badle me Mai kuch din apke yaha kam karu to koi samasya to nhi hai apko" ("She is not well. Doctor says it will take time for her to get better. So, I was saying, for some days if I could work for you on her behalf, will you have any problem with it") He continued to steal glances at her tits while saying this and this made my sister somewhat uncomfortable.
She was skeptical about this man although he seemed rather harmless. "Par kya aap unka sab Kam kar paoge" ("But will you be able to do all her work")
"Beshaq madam! Agar aap koi aur naukar dundho gi bhi ik mahine ke liye to apko Kam se kam 3 Guna Paisa Dena padega jitna aap hume de rahi ho" ("Of course, Bhabi. Otherwise if you hire another servant for just one month then you'll have to pay at least thrice as much as you're paying now!")
My Rupali didi thought for a second and said, "Hmmm, thik hai par kya aap khana banana jante ho" ("Hmmm, that's true. But do you know how to cook") She was reconsidering now. Although she wasn't quite fond of him, she had no intention of spending more money than was required.
"Ha..mai bhot achha khana banata hu .mere hath ka khana kha kar aap apni ungliya chatati rah jaogi." ("Yes. I know cooking so well that you'll start licking your fingers once you taste my meals."), he said with a devious smile.
"Acha, phir aap kal se Kam shuru kar do." ("Fine, then from tomorrow, you can start working.")
"Dhanyawad!" ("Thank you!") His face began to glow and he stood up along with my sister. His height was such that it was in the same level as my sister's boobs and he kept staring at them with such indecency, that my Rupali didi started glaring at him with angry eyes. "Acha, to mai chalta hu, kal aaunga ." ("Okay, so I'll take my leave. Be back tomorrow.")
"Thik hai." ("Okay.").
He then started climbing down the stairs but not before turning and giving one last lewd glance at her as he reached the door. My Rupali didi simply turned away, possibly regretting her decision.
After Haria left, though, I saw my sister doing something I never thought I'd see. As she was going inside the kitchen, I saw her idly scratching her cunt area over her nighty and letting out some gentle moans. She must've thought no one was looking. But alas, she was wrong!
"Kyu achanak ,aaj kyu" ("Why All of sudden, today")
"Mujhe bhi kuch kaam hai vha par." ("I have a few things to see.") I smiled.
My Rupali didi was a little reluctant to leave the house empty, but eventually i convinced her. As we headed out into the burning sun, she occasionally stopped to speak to some people of our neighborhood. However, after meeting a few of the men, I realized they were stealing glances at her body every now and then. Not only that, some of the other men on the streets were also staring at her. I couldn't understand the reason until I look at her myself. I moved two steps away from her while she was busy chatting with one of our neighbors. Again, I was dumbfounded.
The part of her saree covering her upper treasures had become almost see-through. One could easily make out her fleshy curves and her deep lusty navel due to the thin fabric. Her beet-red choli could be seen from a mile away. About two-three inches of her cleavage was also visible owing to the tightness of the choli alongwith the bra she was wearing underneath. Thankfully, due to the folds in her saree, everything below the waistline seemed at least decent.
I know for a fact that she is a loyal housewife and a devoted mother of a one year doughter. It's just that sometimes she's too careless and naive. She believes the world is filled with good trustworthy people, but clearly it isn't.
I glanced back at the man who was chatting with my sister. He was in his mid-fifties, with an ugly face and rugged features. He was still stealing glances of her cleavage, that old pervert. Suddenly he looked at me and as soon as our eyes met, he got somewhat scared. "Rupali ab chalta hu.mai phir kabhi tumhare ghar aaunga !" ("Rupali, let us part for now. I'll come to your house some other day.")
"Bilkul,jis din bhi apko mauka mile." ("Of course. Whenever you have time.")
After that, he walked away in the opposite direction, but not before stealing another look back at my sister's swinging ass.
When we reached the market, it was a scene of total chaos. The market was full of people pushing and shoving each other to get to their choice vendor. I asked my Rupali didi to move ahead of me since I didn't know which vendor she wanted to go to. She agreed.
As we entered the market, we too experienced the same pushing and shoving. I wasn't having much of a problem but my sister was much worse off. As she tried to push through the crowd, I saw many men - both young and old - heavily brushing against her. She put her hands across her breasts trying to prevent those savages from touching or groping her, but mostly it turned out in vain. I was feeling sorry for her, but at the same time the worm between my legs kept twitching. My mind wasn't ready to accept it yet, but I was perversely enjoying the way she was being treated.
When my sister finally reached the vendor/sabziwala she was looking for, she was in a mess. Her hair had been completely disoriented, her pallu almost seemed to be almost slipping from her shoulders and one of her bra straps above her right shoulder was visible. Moreover, she was sweating quite heavily because of the humid heat. Thankfully she covered her bra-strap and adjusted her pallu before the sabziwala could notice.
"Ka bhauzi, ka logi aap" ("Hello, Bhabhi. What do you need") , the sabziwala asked, while eyeing her from head to toe admiring the view of her see-through saree. There was still a major crowd behind her and so she had to hurry.
"Ek kheera do baigan l, 250gm tomato..." ("One cucumber, two brinjals,.")
Suddenly the sabziwala interrupted. "Bhauzi tohke kheera ki ka jarurat pad gawa tohar marad bahar gwa hai ka" ("Why do you need cucumbers Has your husband gone out") He commented with an ugly smile which displayed his dirty yellow teeth.
Some of the people behind her giggled at the comment and I too understood what the sabziwala meant. But my Rupali didi was too naive. "Mere pati ko kheera pasand hai to Hume bhi kheera khana achha lagta hai." ("Meaning my husband isn't the only one who likes eating cucumbers. I like eating them too.") My sister couldn't understand the significance of what she said and it drew another round of giggles from the men behind her.
"Oh, bhauzi humke maph Kara, aur btawa kaa chahi tohka" ("Oh, please forgive me, Bhabhi. Now, tell me, do you need anything else.")
My Rupali didi noticed an odd looking vegetable at the corner of the sabziwala's basket. It was shaped like a papaya but was somewhat different. "Oo kya hai" ("What's that"), she raised her left finger and asked him.
"Konsa" ("Which one") The shopkeeper looked around trying to spot what she was getting at.
Then, without warning, my Rupali didi bent down from her waist and put her finger on the vegetable just near to his knees. As she did this, her pallu slipped from her shoulders and fell on the floor. Her choli-covered boobs and plunging cleavage were now only inches away from the sabziwala's unpleasant face.
"Eeye wala! Kya bolte hai is sabzi ko" ("This one!...wat do u call this veggie")
The sabziwala couldn't answer. Her was buzy alternating between gawking at my sister's spilling cleavage and her sweaty armpit which had now formed a wet-patch over her choli. When the sabziwala was lewdly staring at her, I felt my dick begin to rise. I knew it was shameful and I should warn my sister, but something inside wanted to let it continue.
Suddenly, my Rupali didi noticed what the filthy man was looking at and immediately covered up her ample choli-covered breasts with her pallu. Then she stood up straight.
The sabziwala immediately realized his mistake and said, "eka squash bolat hai, Bhauzi, agar acha Lage tohke to Ghar le jao aur maza se Khao. e yha ka sabzi nhi hai ." ("That's called squash, Bhabhi. It's not from here. You can take it home and taste it if you like.")
My Rupali didi was extremely annoyed at the sabziwala for looking at her in such a manner. She angrily said, "Humko nhi chahiye apka squash, ab btao kitna paisa hua baki sabziyon ka." ("I don't need your squash. Tell me how much I owe you for the rest of the vegetables.")
The sabziwala then told her the amount, after which she paid him and we left. I quickly glanced between my legs to see my current state. The hardness was gone but the feelings inside the pits of my stomach raged on...
Nothing eventful happened for a few days after the encounter with the sabziwala. In the meantime, our old maid-servant had fallen ill. After a few days of absence, his son showed up at our doorstep one day. My Rupali didi was at home wearing a brown colored nighty which hung loosely from her body. As usual, she was not wearing a bra underneath and because of that, her juicy tits jiggled heavily with even the slightest movement.
The son of the servant rang the bell and even though I heard it, my sister opened the door before I could get there. "Hain, kaise .." ("Hi, how're..."). He halted his words since he couldn't help but gawk at the magnificent maiden standing in front of him. With his mouth wide open, he kept staring at my Rupali didi as though she was some sort of a queen.
"Ha bataiye aap koun? " ("Yes, tell me who are you") My sister asked. She was quite amused by this man's appearance. He was close to forty-years old and much shorter than her, almost upto the height of her breasts (which would later prove to be his biggest advantage). He looked much older than he actually was - nearly bald with only a couple of strands of silver hair on the sides of his head. He had a dark complexion and some of his beard was silver and some of it was black. He wore a dirty yellow buttoned shirt that was hanging loosely from his rather frail body, and below he was wearing some old trousers that had more patch-work than the original material.
When my sister asked him who he was, he immediately stepped out of his trance and replied, "Oh, oh....mai hariya..meri maa apke ghar me kam karti hai na.. pahchana aapne?."
My Rupali didi was a bit suspicious of him, but she asked him to come in when she realized that I was home. As she climbed up the stairs, I saw the dirty old man staring at her ass and licking his lips. I could well imagine his situation. As my sister doesn't wear any panties in the house either, her plump hips were swaying in a wave-like motion as she steadily climbed the stairs of our house. At times, her nighty used to get stuck in her ass-crack in an alluring manner and as a reflex, my sister used to unstuck them from her ass with her hand. A high-class lady acting in such a careless manner caused Haria to scratch his crotch over his trousers.
When my Rupali didi reached the living-room floor, she turned around and immediately Haria stopped his scratching. "Aap baitho." ("You may sit.") She pointed at the wooden chair beside the sofa.
"Na na, madam ye kaise ho sakta hai ,aap vaha baitho mai niche baith jaunga." ("No no, madam. How can that happen You sit there, while I sit on the floor.") Saying that he sat down on the floor opposite to the chair.
"Jaise apko thik lage." ("As you wish.") My Rupali didi then attempted to sit on the sofa and as her big butt thumped on the soft cushion, for an instant her boobs jumped in all their glory. Seeing this, Haria gulped and openly started scratching his manhood above his trousers.
My Rupali didi noticed that and immediately looked away. "Acha, toh masi....Mera matlab hai apki maa ki tabiyat kaisi hai" ("So, the maid...I mean, your mother, how is she") She glanced back at his trousers again and realized that he had stopped scratching but his left hand was still there on the same exact spot.
"Unki tabiyat achhi nhi hai, doctor bolte hai ki unki tabiyat thik hone me abhi samay lagega. To mai kya kah Raha tha ki agar unke badle me Mai kuch din apke yaha kam karu to koi samasya to nhi hai apko" ("She is not well. Doctor says it will take time for her to get better. So, I was saying, for some days if I could work for you on her behalf, will you have any problem with it") He continued to steal glances at her tits while saying this and this made my sister somewhat uncomfortable.
She was skeptical about this man although he seemed rather harmless. "Par kya aap unka sab Kam kar paoge" ("But will you be able to do all her work")
"Beshaq madam! Agar aap koi aur naukar dundho gi bhi ik mahine ke liye to apko Kam se kam 3 Guna Paisa Dena padega jitna aap hume de rahi ho" ("Of course, Bhabi. Otherwise if you hire another servant for just one month then you'll have to pay at least thrice as much as you're paying now!")
My Rupali didi thought for a second and said, "Hmmm, thik hai par kya aap khana banana jante ho" ("Hmmm, that's true. But do you know how to cook") She was reconsidering now. Although she wasn't quite fond of him, she had no intention of spending more money than was required.
"Ha..mai bhot achha khana banata hu .mere hath ka khana kha kar aap apni ungliya chatati rah jaogi." ("Yes. I know cooking so well that you'll start licking your fingers once you taste my meals."), he said with a devious smile.
"Acha, phir aap kal se Kam shuru kar do." ("Fine, then from tomorrow, you can start working.")
"Dhanyawad!" ("Thank you!") His face began to glow and he stood up along with my sister. His height was such that it was in the same level as my sister's boobs and he kept staring at them with such indecency, that my Rupali didi started glaring at him with angry eyes. "Acha, to mai chalta hu, kal aaunga ." ("Okay, so I'll take my leave. Be back tomorrow.")
"Thik hai." ("Okay.").
He then started climbing down the stairs but not before turning and giving one last lewd glance at her as he reached the door. My Rupali didi simply turned away, possibly regretting her decision.
After Haria left, though, I saw my sister doing something I never thought I'd see. As she was going inside the kitchen, I saw her idly scratching her cunt area over her nighty and letting out some gentle moans. She must've thought no one was looking. But alas, she was wrong!
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My Jiju naturally remained very upset and agitated for his job status and his luck was not favoring also as he was unable to get another job. He started remaining outside the house for long hours in search of job and I noticed that he grew drinking habit soon! My Rupali didi,s marital life was naturally in a dismal state and with the burden of the rent to be paid, buying the baby food for Arushi, and paying school fees and books for me and my increasing demand for guidance (tuition) for studies… things looked really out of hand for her.
Chacha-ji (My sister called the landlord by that name) was a retired person and he had to feed his handicapped grownup son. Moreover, there was another dependent on him - Haria, the servant who looked after Sanjay. Chacha-ji was very particular about the rent part and one day there was a stiff quarrel between my jiju and him regarding that and Chacha-ji even threatened to evict us if nonpayment continued. The overall situation was very grim and my Rupali didi was in a pure hopeless situation with no money to run the family and had no other alternative but to talk to Chacha-ji to save the situation.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… you said you wanted to talk to me…
She actually was breastfeeding Arushi at that time; had it been any other person she had to quickly recompose and cover herself up, but since Chacha-ji was like a fatherly figure to us and was always around in the house, she had stopped covering up herself each time seeing him while executing daily chores. Though initially she was hesitant but his age, calm eyes, non-ogling attitude, and well mannered approach made her feel at ease. Since Rupali didi had to breastfed Arushi frequently those days, she had stopped wearing the churidar at home and always wore sari so that it was easier for her to quickly push up the choli and feed the kid to stop her yells.
Rupali didi: Yes…. Yes Chacha-ji.
Out of reflex action my sister pulled back pallu over her choli; her wheat-colored round and fleshy left boob was completely out her choli and was entirely visible as Arushi was eagerly sucking it.
Chacha-ji: Arre Rupali Beti… you can complete the feeding naa…. I am waiting…
My sister nodded and indicated him to sit down and continued feeding her and gently swinging her thigh and knee so that Arushi quickly gets to sleep while breastfeeding.
Chacha-ji sat down on the couch.
Rupali didi: Ji… itna shararat karti hai… yehi ek waqt hai jab thandi rehti hai… ab so jayegi…
Chacha-ji (smiling): Okay, okay… tu use sula de pehle…
she nodded and checked her doughter,s condition. She had already sucked quite a bit of her milk and was almost sleepy. As she continued to swing her on leg muttering a tune and patting her forehead, Chacha-ji was nodding his head to the tune and looking at my sister with a calm smiling face.
What my Rupali didi did not gather was her pallu was rather transparent and hence even when she covered her breasts with pallu, Chacha-ji, from the close quarter, was able to view the complete beauty of my sister,s ripe left breast as her doughter was sucking it. Moreover, as Arushi had the habit of not continuously sucking the nipple while breastfeeding and used to give short pauses and removed her mouth off the nipple after sucking may be for a minute or two, Chacha-ji got all the more chance to see my sister's swollen, moist, and succulent left nipple through transparent pallu. Her areolas were also big and rather prominent on her mammaries and my jiju was very impressed from day #1 seeing those large circular cherry-colored areolas making her breasts look very sexy and eye-catching.
Soon Arushi was asleep and made her lie down on the cot and quickly covered herself properly.
Chacha-ji: Ab bol kya baat hai?
Rupali didi : Chacha-ji… (she could not control weeping) aap se to kuch nehi chupa hai… unka factory mei to lockout chal raha hai… ab main to pagal ho rahi hoon ke paisa aayega kaha se…
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… if I had any connection in any factory or in any business… main kabka bol deta tere marad ko… par aisa nehi hai…
she continued to weep.
Chacha-ji: Beti…Rupali Beti… (coming closer to her and patting her head) Don’t get upset… tell me the constraints…. let me see if I can do something…
Rupali didi (controlled her weeping): Chacha-ji see... in the past sandy’s school fees and books were the only costs pertaining to him… but now he is demanding tuition classes… tell me Chacha-ji… in a family like us… where from will I get that extra money for tuition?
Chacha-ji: Hmm…
Rupali didi: Upar se Arushi ka baby food bhi kharid na hai… aur apka rent bhi to mujhe bharna hai…
Chacha-ji nodded in agreement of my Rupali didi's pathetic condition. He was silent for sometime and looked up at the ceiling for a probable escape route for her.
Chacha-ji: If I could waive your rents I would have done that Beti… par as you know… I have my disabled son and a dependent sister to feed… and I have no other source of income…
she could understand Chacha-ji’s frustration level; his grownup crippled son who did not contribute a single paisa due to his physical limitation.
Rupali didi: I know…
Chacha-ji: What have you thought Beti?
Rupali didi: I can’t think Chacha-ji… aise chalega to sandy ka padhai bandh karna padhega… waise to Class VIII tak to pahuch gaya hai… ab kisi dukan mei….
Chacha-ji: W-h-a-t?
Rupali didi: Chacha-ji… ap hi bolo main kya karoon… Arushi ka babyfood bandh karu? I can’t do that… Aapka rent bhi mujhe dena hai… to mere pas ek hi upai…
she couldn’t even complete her words that Chacha-ji almost howled at her!
Chacha-ji: Khabardar jo sandy ka school bandh karne ki baat boli to!
My sister was slightly taken aback by Chacha-ji’s strong reaction, but soon realized that he loved me very much and we spent quite a bit of time together in the house.
Rupali didi : Chacha-ji… I didn’t mean to say that… but it is simply impossible for me to grant his demand for tuition classes! No way I can manage that Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Chal… iska hal ho gaya!
She was quite surprised. How can he solve this problem! My tuition would cost some money for sure and she was sure Chacha-ji was in no position to bear that! Naturally she looked questionably at him.
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… you have enough in your plate… I can understand… and I cannot help you in every aspect, but in this case I can… so I will.
Rupali didi: You mean…???
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… sandy is growing up and you must not shut down his demands … just like that… what I have decided is… I will give him tuition… so at least that financial burden is off of your shoulder.
Rupali didi: O Chacha-ji! That’s really kind of you… this will be really helpful for sandy! How can I thank you!
Chacha-ji: What thanks? I have not done anything Beti… let me start taking account of his studies and then get the reference books… then you thank me naa…
My sister's eyes were almost filled with tears of joy as i was pressurizing her for tuition for quite some days now but due to dearth of money she was not able to fulfill my desire, but now with our landlord Chacha-ji taking care of that she was much, much relived.
Rupali didi: Chacha-ji… I really can see some light now and sandy would love to get coaching from you… as he likes your company.
Chacha-ji: Yes I also feel that I can be a good teacher for him as I had given tuition previously to the sister duo.
Rupali didi: Who? You mean Parvati and Shalini?
Chacha-ji: Yes... aur kaun!
Parvati and Malini were our neighbor’s daughters and were almost of same age as mine. Previously they used to take tuition from Chacha-ji but now they go to a coaching class for tuition.
Rupali didi: Okay Chacha-ji… sandy will be very happy to listen to this!
Chacha-ji got up and put his hand on my sister head and just nodded expressing through his eyes as if he was with her and that she should not worry. she again thanked him and he went upstairs. In her joyful mood my sister was not able to realize the dirty plan of our landlord behind this offer and she got completely trapped in that!
I was grownup enough, now reading in Class VIII, and realized when she explained me about the financial constraints and that Chacha-ji willingly agreed to give me guidance and notes. I was also pretty serious and seemed to be extremely happy to be getting tuition from my elderly landlord. Everything was so normal until Chacha-ji hatched his dirty plan. Me and my Rupali didi was simply bowled over by his crooked mind and was exploited like anything under the created circumstances. Not even in my wildest of dreams I could assume that the filthy old man would use the basic relationship of a sister and brother to satisfy his perverted mind! Chacha-ji used my sister natural blind love for me and made use of my Rupali didi for his visual and physical pleasure!
Chacha-ji was very particular about the timing of teaching and it was the late afternoon time when he taught me. Automatically a very good impression developed in my sister mind towards Chacha-ji but during that time period my dirty landlord was only preparing ground for his plan to work perfectly. I was obviously too innocent and naïve to realize that. For the first month there was nothing abnormal and things moved on pretty smoth; Chacha-ji coming down from upstairs to teach me and he was also doing my homework regularly. In general there was no disturbance unless baby Arushi cried and my sister tried her best to minimize the noise such that my studies were not disturbed and at times when she was unable to persuade the baby to stop crying she breastfed her. That was one way of keeping the environment quiet for me.
My Rupali didi used to come in the room where i studied with tea and some little snacks for Chacha-ji. I was not able to realize that the elderly man would watch my Sister sari-clad figure in the process of bringing tea for him and would feast his lustful eyes upon her big round swinging ass as she came out of the room. my sister was most of the time clad in a sari at home but since Chacha-ji gave tuition to me in the evening hours, he could spot my sister in a salwar-kamiz also because she took baby for a walk just prior to his arrival to the backside road behind our house; so she had to look somewhat decent.
But the problem was elsewhere – the two salwar-kamiz that my Rupali didi used to wear in the afternoon for going outside were pretty old and stitched before she had gathered fat after the birth of Arushi; hence both dresses fitted rather tightly on her body and now that she was breastfeeding regularly, her breasts had also grown heavier than before being filled with milk all the time. With the chunri on outside our house it was still okay, but as soon as she returned from walk, almost simultaneously Chacha-ji descended from upstairs to teach me and she never got the opportunity to change into a sari and had to quickly clean up the room, straighten the divan bedcover, arrange for a chair, etc. and naturally to work fast she dropped her chunri aside.
Though Chacha-ji was a father-like figure to her, she was never comfortable wearing a salwar-kamiz without a chunri in front of him; sari was always a better and comfortable choice for my sister. As my Rupali didi moved about in the room in front of him she was not able to hide her protruding boobs through tight kamiz and since she was not in the habit of wearing a bra those days (as she had to frequently breast feed), she was reluctant to buy a new bra, hence wore the old ones which naturally did not fit on her bigger milk-filled tits. My Rupali didi could realize that looked rather indecent and provocative but since it was “Chacha-ji” she did not mind much.
My Rupali didi's breasts were always heavy and now with the additional milk in them, they looked fuller, rounder, and heavier, and especially in a tight bra and a tight fitting kamiz. But she had little choice as she had no other decent clothes to go out for a walk. Moreover, Chacha-ji’s order was to give him a cup of hot tea at the start of the tuition, so she did not even get an opportunity to get out of her dress and change into a sari even after the initial cleanup etc., as she had to prepare tea for him. When she served the tea naturally he chatted with her for sometime about the progress of my studies etc. and my sister had to stand right in front of him in that tight fitting dress. Chacha-ji never behaved in an indecent fashion nor did i found him stealing a glance of my sister's oozing boobs through her tight salwar-kamiz. Very soon this became a regular process as he gave tuition to me thrice a week and my sister found that she was feeling less and less shy and uneasy in front of the elderly man.
Chacha-ji (My sister called the landlord by that name) was a retired person and he had to feed his handicapped grownup son. Moreover, there was another dependent on him - Haria, the servant who looked after Sanjay. Chacha-ji was very particular about the rent part and one day there was a stiff quarrel between my jiju and him regarding that and Chacha-ji even threatened to evict us if nonpayment continued. The overall situation was very grim and my Rupali didi was in a pure hopeless situation with no money to run the family and had no other alternative but to talk to Chacha-ji to save the situation.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… you said you wanted to talk to me…
She actually was breastfeeding Arushi at that time; had it been any other person she had to quickly recompose and cover herself up, but since Chacha-ji was like a fatherly figure to us and was always around in the house, she had stopped covering up herself each time seeing him while executing daily chores. Though initially she was hesitant but his age, calm eyes, non-ogling attitude, and well mannered approach made her feel at ease. Since Rupali didi had to breastfed Arushi frequently those days, she had stopped wearing the churidar at home and always wore sari so that it was easier for her to quickly push up the choli and feed the kid to stop her yells.
Rupali didi: Yes…. Yes Chacha-ji.
Out of reflex action my sister pulled back pallu over her choli; her wheat-colored round and fleshy left boob was completely out her choli and was entirely visible as Arushi was eagerly sucking it.
Chacha-ji: Arre Rupali Beti… you can complete the feeding naa…. I am waiting…
My sister nodded and indicated him to sit down and continued feeding her and gently swinging her thigh and knee so that Arushi quickly gets to sleep while breastfeeding.
Chacha-ji sat down on the couch.
Rupali didi: Ji… itna shararat karti hai… yehi ek waqt hai jab thandi rehti hai… ab so jayegi…
Chacha-ji (smiling): Okay, okay… tu use sula de pehle…
she nodded and checked her doughter,s condition. She had already sucked quite a bit of her milk and was almost sleepy. As she continued to swing her on leg muttering a tune and patting her forehead, Chacha-ji was nodding his head to the tune and looking at my sister with a calm smiling face.
What my Rupali didi did not gather was her pallu was rather transparent and hence even when she covered her breasts with pallu, Chacha-ji, from the close quarter, was able to view the complete beauty of my sister,s ripe left breast as her doughter was sucking it. Moreover, as Arushi had the habit of not continuously sucking the nipple while breastfeeding and used to give short pauses and removed her mouth off the nipple after sucking may be for a minute or two, Chacha-ji got all the more chance to see my sister's swollen, moist, and succulent left nipple through transparent pallu. Her areolas were also big and rather prominent on her mammaries and my jiju was very impressed from day #1 seeing those large circular cherry-colored areolas making her breasts look very sexy and eye-catching.
Soon Arushi was asleep and made her lie down on the cot and quickly covered herself properly.
Chacha-ji: Ab bol kya baat hai?
Rupali didi : Chacha-ji… (she could not control weeping) aap se to kuch nehi chupa hai… unka factory mei to lockout chal raha hai… ab main to pagal ho rahi hoon ke paisa aayega kaha se…
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… if I had any connection in any factory or in any business… main kabka bol deta tere marad ko… par aisa nehi hai…
she continued to weep.
Chacha-ji: Beti…Rupali Beti… (coming closer to her and patting her head) Don’t get upset… tell me the constraints…. let me see if I can do something…
Rupali didi (controlled her weeping): Chacha-ji see... in the past sandy’s school fees and books were the only costs pertaining to him… but now he is demanding tuition classes… tell me Chacha-ji… in a family like us… where from will I get that extra money for tuition?
Chacha-ji: Hmm…
Rupali didi: Upar se Arushi ka baby food bhi kharid na hai… aur apka rent bhi to mujhe bharna hai…
Chacha-ji nodded in agreement of my Rupali didi's pathetic condition. He was silent for sometime and looked up at the ceiling for a probable escape route for her.
Chacha-ji: If I could waive your rents I would have done that Beti… par as you know… I have my disabled son and a dependent sister to feed… and I have no other source of income…
she could understand Chacha-ji’s frustration level; his grownup crippled son who did not contribute a single paisa due to his physical limitation.
Rupali didi: I know…
Chacha-ji: What have you thought Beti?
Rupali didi: I can’t think Chacha-ji… aise chalega to sandy ka padhai bandh karna padhega… waise to Class VIII tak to pahuch gaya hai… ab kisi dukan mei….
Chacha-ji: W-h-a-t?
Rupali didi: Chacha-ji… ap hi bolo main kya karoon… Arushi ka babyfood bandh karu? I can’t do that… Aapka rent bhi mujhe dena hai… to mere pas ek hi upai…
she couldn’t even complete her words that Chacha-ji almost howled at her!
Chacha-ji: Khabardar jo sandy ka school bandh karne ki baat boli to!
My sister was slightly taken aback by Chacha-ji’s strong reaction, but soon realized that he loved me very much and we spent quite a bit of time together in the house.
Rupali didi : Chacha-ji… I didn’t mean to say that… but it is simply impossible for me to grant his demand for tuition classes! No way I can manage that Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Chal… iska hal ho gaya!
She was quite surprised. How can he solve this problem! My tuition would cost some money for sure and she was sure Chacha-ji was in no position to bear that! Naturally she looked questionably at him.
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… you have enough in your plate… I can understand… and I cannot help you in every aspect, but in this case I can… so I will.
Rupali didi: You mean…???
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… sandy is growing up and you must not shut down his demands … just like that… what I have decided is… I will give him tuition… so at least that financial burden is off of your shoulder.
Rupali didi: O Chacha-ji! That’s really kind of you… this will be really helpful for sandy! How can I thank you!
Chacha-ji: What thanks? I have not done anything Beti… let me start taking account of his studies and then get the reference books… then you thank me naa…
My sister's eyes were almost filled with tears of joy as i was pressurizing her for tuition for quite some days now but due to dearth of money she was not able to fulfill my desire, but now with our landlord Chacha-ji taking care of that she was much, much relived.
Rupali didi: Chacha-ji… I really can see some light now and sandy would love to get coaching from you… as he likes your company.
Chacha-ji: Yes I also feel that I can be a good teacher for him as I had given tuition previously to the sister duo.
Rupali didi: Who? You mean Parvati and Shalini?
Chacha-ji: Yes... aur kaun!
Parvati and Malini were our neighbor’s daughters and were almost of same age as mine. Previously they used to take tuition from Chacha-ji but now they go to a coaching class for tuition.
Rupali didi: Okay Chacha-ji… sandy will be very happy to listen to this!
Chacha-ji got up and put his hand on my sister head and just nodded expressing through his eyes as if he was with her and that she should not worry. she again thanked him and he went upstairs. In her joyful mood my sister was not able to realize the dirty plan of our landlord behind this offer and she got completely trapped in that!
I was grownup enough, now reading in Class VIII, and realized when she explained me about the financial constraints and that Chacha-ji willingly agreed to give me guidance and notes. I was also pretty serious and seemed to be extremely happy to be getting tuition from my elderly landlord. Everything was so normal until Chacha-ji hatched his dirty plan. Me and my Rupali didi was simply bowled over by his crooked mind and was exploited like anything under the created circumstances. Not even in my wildest of dreams I could assume that the filthy old man would use the basic relationship of a sister and brother to satisfy his perverted mind! Chacha-ji used my sister natural blind love for me and made use of my Rupali didi for his visual and physical pleasure!
Chacha-ji was very particular about the timing of teaching and it was the late afternoon time when he taught me. Automatically a very good impression developed in my sister mind towards Chacha-ji but during that time period my dirty landlord was only preparing ground for his plan to work perfectly. I was obviously too innocent and naïve to realize that. For the first month there was nothing abnormal and things moved on pretty smoth; Chacha-ji coming down from upstairs to teach me and he was also doing my homework regularly. In general there was no disturbance unless baby Arushi cried and my sister tried her best to minimize the noise such that my studies were not disturbed and at times when she was unable to persuade the baby to stop crying she breastfed her. That was one way of keeping the environment quiet for me.
My Rupali didi used to come in the room where i studied with tea and some little snacks for Chacha-ji. I was not able to realize that the elderly man would watch my Sister sari-clad figure in the process of bringing tea for him and would feast his lustful eyes upon her big round swinging ass as she came out of the room. my sister was most of the time clad in a sari at home but since Chacha-ji gave tuition to me in the evening hours, he could spot my sister in a salwar-kamiz also because she took baby for a walk just prior to his arrival to the backside road behind our house; so she had to look somewhat decent.
But the problem was elsewhere – the two salwar-kamiz that my Rupali didi used to wear in the afternoon for going outside were pretty old and stitched before she had gathered fat after the birth of Arushi; hence both dresses fitted rather tightly on her body and now that she was breastfeeding regularly, her breasts had also grown heavier than before being filled with milk all the time. With the chunri on outside our house it was still okay, but as soon as she returned from walk, almost simultaneously Chacha-ji descended from upstairs to teach me and she never got the opportunity to change into a sari and had to quickly clean up the room, straighten the divan bedcover, arrange for a chair, etc. and naturally to work fast she dropped her chunri aside.
Though Chacha-ji was a father-like figure to her, she was never comfortable wearing a salwar-kamiz without a chunri in front of him; sari was always a better and comfortable choice for my sister. As my Rupali didi moved about in the room in front of him she was not able to hide her protruding boobs through tight kamiz and since she was not in the habit of wearing a bra those days (as she had to frequently breast feed), she was reluctant to buy a new bra, hence wore the old ones which naturally did not fit on her bigger milk-filled tits. My Rupali didi could realize that looked rather indecent and provocative but since it was “Chacha-ji” she did not mind much.
My Rupali didi's breasts were always heavy and now with the additional milk in them, they looked fuller, rounder, and heavier, and especially in a tight bra and a tight fitting kamiz. But she had little choice as she had no other decent clothes to go out for a walk. Moreover, Chacha-ji’s order was to give him a cup of hot tea at the start of the tuition, so she did not even get an opportunity to get out of her dress and change into a sari even after the initial cleanup etc., as she had to prepare tea for him. When she served the tea naturally he chatted with her for sometime about the progress of my studies etc. and my sister had to stand right in front of him in that tight fitting dress. Chacha-ji never behaved in an indecent fashion nor did i found him stealing a glance of my sister's oozing boobs through her tight salwar-kamiz. Very soon this became a regular process as he gave tuition to me thrice a week and my sister found that she was feeling less and less shy and uneasy in front of the elderly man.
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But little did my sister know about his ill intentions - meeting him in that outfit regularly, her fully-developed milk-filled boobs, plump figure, pleasant smile – all culminated for the elderly man to be tempted more and more towards her and unknown to me he remained in a state of constant arousal for the entire duration of the tuition! As a month or so had passed, Chacha-ji hatched his plan and used our neighbor Ritika’s son, Jayant, who was in the same class (but in different school) and as per his instruction Jayant started providing me B-grade filmi magazines, which i would read secretly outside of anyone knowledge and naturally enjoyed very much. Chacha-ji used to give Jayant and his sister Joyita tuition and later I came to know that he trapped them and blackmailed/exploited them!
Chacha-ji utilized the thirst of we young boys by providing us hot filmi magazines and pornographic books and we were naturally easy preys for him! Jayant was the first one and then was me! Soon Jayant started increasing the dose for me and provided me hotter magazines and simple pornographic story books. When i was slowly getting addicted to these books, as per Chacha-ji’s instruction, Jayant started offering me porn books with stories having incest themes like having sex with aunt, father banging his grownup daughter, brother-sister love stories. my young mind was diverted briskly in the dark alleys of taboo relationships. As Chacha-ji got a clear signal from Jayant that i was enjoying those stories and demanded more, he was confident that now i could be easily drawn into incest relationship and it was my turn to be trapped.
Then one day as per his plan Jayant gave me some books which had only sister brother hot and alluring incest stories with appealing photographs of elderly naked women and young men having sexual intercourse with them. Chacha-ji very craftily started blackmailing me when during a tuition session he took them out from my bag and scolded me for reading such books and asked me to behave properly or else he would complain to my sister. Poor me was too much frightened and nervous to say anything and was extremely scared. I instantly surrendered to my tuition teacher and Chacha-ji was waiting exactly for this. Seeing me under pressure and fully under his clutches, Chacha-ji kept the book under his custody saying if i disobeyed him in future he would divulge the secret and show those books to my sister.
Next day as per his plan Chacha-ji came and behaved very normally with me as if nothing happened the other day. my sister gave him tea and he started teaching without discussing anything about my studies. My Rupali didi was a bit surprised as generally everyday he speaks something about mine progress, my studies, performance in class etc. she went to the other room to change her salwar-kamiz. Just then she heard a call from Chacha-ji. she had to respond.
Rupali didi: Yes Chacha-ji coming.
she decided to change salwar-kamiz later and went to the other room.
Seeing her Chacha-ji’s face as if lit up! she did not find me in the room.
Rupali didi: sandy kaha gaya?
Chacha-ji: I have given him a break and he went to play with Jayant.
she was surprised, naturally.
Rupali didi: O... but...
Chacha-ji: Baitho Beti... There’s a reason for that. Sit down first.
she smiled and sat down on the bed in front of Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: I have something very important to discuss with you regarding sandy.
Rupali didi: What Chacha-ji? If he not studying properly?
Chacha-ji was silent. Naturally she was anxious.
Rupali didi: Please tell me Chacha-ji... am getting anxious!
Chacha-ji: Well sandy is studying quite well... I have no problems there... but...
Rupali didi: But...???
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... you must promise first that you will not tell sandy anything... not even the slightest bit... if you give me word and trust me... then I can...
she was getting more nervous now. What had my brother done?
Rupali didi: Chacha-ji... what are you saying? I trust you completely... and in fact I have given charge in one way of sandy to you only!
Chahcha-ji: Yes, right Beti... that’s why I am concerned.
Rupali didi: Chacha-ji... please... kya baat hai... mujhe jaldi bataiye naa!
Chacha-ji: Okay, I will share with you and that’s why I sent off sandy... but first you promise to me that you will not talk about this to your brother.
she was getting very impatient now.
Rupali didi: Promise Chacha-ji... promise!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Today I have discovered some books from sandy’s bag...
Rupali didi: Books? What books Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Yes... am coming to that only! I got some books in his bag and they are... unfortunately dirty books...
Rupali didi
irty books.... matlab?
The way Chacha-ji had built up the atmosphere honestly she was thinking of some more grave sin committed by me; she was somewhat relieved as she was definitely thinking of something worse than that!
Chacha-ji saying “these...” brought out two-three books from under his shirt and handed over to her.
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My Rupali didi saw all the books had pics of naked matured women on their covers while one book had the pick of a huge dick held by a man in his hand... unknowingly her eyes stuck to that momentarily... it was just too huge... awesome sized lund... she missed out the wicked smile on Chacha-ji’s face and that he was purposely showing that porn to my sister. And as soon as my Rupali didi saw that picture her face inadvertently turned crimson and she was simply dumbfounded.
Chacha-ji: Beti... it’s not about getting angry with sandy and scold and beat him... you must see the nature of the pron he is reading...
she still was unable to speak a single word. she felt totally blank. she continued to look at the pornographic books.
Chacha-ji: Beti... just see... all the three books depict the same theme... here... (he opened a book) ... all stories are incest type. a-l-l... just see...
The perverted elderly man just kept her involved in conversation and enjoyed thoroughly my sister's timid and shy reactions!
she asked like a fool, “Chacha-ji... incest matlab?”
Chacha-ji: Beti... incest is sex relation among family members which is considered taboo otherwise... like father having sexual relation with grownup daughter, or may be a brother enjoying sex with his sister, or a mother having sex with his son... like that you know.
My Rupali didi was instantly red and dropped her eyes and was cursing herself for asking such a silly and foolish question. she was feeling extremely shy to meet eyes with Chacha-ji now and was searching for words.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye normal baat hai...
Rupali didi: N-o-r-m-al...???
Chacha-ji: Are Beti yes sab to chalta rehta hai... but the info does not flash in public... that’s why you or me are not aware...
Rupali didi: May be... (she really did not want to extend discussion at all on such a topic with this elderly man) Par Chacha-ji... I simply cannot believe that sandy reads such dirty books! It is impossible! He is always under my supervision!
Chacha-ji: Beti, if you close your eyes and say the sun will not set... does that happen? The sun sets in its own course even if you keep your eyes shut. Same is the case here. Tum maano ya na maano.... sachhai to yehi hai ke sandy yeh ashleel books padhne laga hai.
she could realize that Chacha-ji was correct, but her sisterly love for me was trying to blind her.
Chacha-ji: And for your information... if there are 10 stories in these books, 8 stories are based on brother sister love and sex... so still if you want to close your eyes and think your brother is on the right track... you can. My responsibility was to make you aware... now it’s your call.
Rupali didi: Chacha-ji... I can understand what you are telling... but sandy... our sandy...(she was almost on the verge of weeping)
Chacha-ji: Beti... be calm and composed first! Don’t get emotional unnecessarily. You have to admit that sandy has grown up... he is almost 15 years of age and you cannot stop him from his curiousness about female body and knowing about sex at this growing age. Can you?
she just nodded negatively.
Chacha-ji: In this age he will be attracted towards girls... that’s but natural...and his keenness would lead him to look inside clothes of women... you cannot stop that. Can you?
Chacha-ji’s words indeed helped her to understand the practical situation though it was extremely hard for her to believe on it.
Chacha-ji: Again I repeat Beti... he is studying very attentively... but at the same time his age is drawing him into these books... its no fault of him... you must not react to it. Are you getting me?
she gathered all her strength and meakly replied “yes”.
Chacha-ji: Like the chapters of his school books, the pictures of unclothed women and sex stories in these books also exert a pull on him. If you scold, rebuke and beat him for this... he will do it more and will try to hide more from you... and that’s where things can go wrong... isn’t it Beti?
Rupali didi: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: In trying to conceal and bury things, he can land up in a mess and darker alleys. So instead of scolding him or crying for what has happened to my brother... be sensible and HELP him Beti!
Chacha-ji’s calm words and explanations was giving her courage to fight with the situation.
Rupali didi: Yes Chacha-ji... I can understand... what should I do now?
Chacha-ji: Before that... its important to know how far sandy has progressed... is his feelings limited to the pictures and stories or he is trying means to take a step ahead?
she did not fully understand what Chacha-ji meant; so she looked at his face questionably. Chacha-ji probably read her facial expression.
Chacha-ji: Beti, what I mean is... is sandy only confined to the books or his mind is pressing him for more... Do you remember that news Beti? ...last month ka hi to baat hai... there was a raid in a house where prostitution was going on and two school girls and boys were found... remember?
My sister heart almost skipped a beat. Her hands got cold and her eyes widened in shock.
Rupali didi: Y-e-s... y-e-s... Chahch-ji!
Chacha-ji: So as a sister if you just close your mind and say my brother can’t read these dirty books... you might well end up going to the security officer custody to release your brother!
This one sentence was enough and she was so frightened and nervous that she just completely surrendered to our elderly landlord. My sister stopped using brain completely and got trapped – just what the perverted man had planned!
Chacha-ji: There has to be a start to that security officer raid also... and today if you ignore this...
Rupali didi : I can understand Chacha-ji... I can....Uff! I can’t even think of this! Please tell me Chacha-ji what I need to do.... I want to save my brother.. that’s all!
Chacha-ji probably within himself said “good”, but in front of her said something else.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... first you need to answer some of my questions... the replies that you give will lead us to sandy’s status... is he in the simple curiosity level or he has inroads into the unthinkable area and looking for female bodies.
Rupali didi: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa nehi hoga... Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: Beti, I told you to be calm... I also think he is in the superficial level of just reading these books, but we have to be sure, isn’t it?
Rupali didi: Ji Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: I apologize at the very beginning Beti... because the questions that I will ask will make you uncomfortable... I know... but for your brothers sake you have to tell me nothing but the truth!
she nodded with a very anxious and worrisome face and mind. .
Chacha-ji: Beti... though I spend a significant time with sandy.. but still not all the time as you know I have remain upstairs for my son... what I want to know is... does he get physical with you?
My Rupali didi was listening very attentively to Chacha-ji, but the last 4-5 words were a shocker to her and she reacted very spontaneously almost with a yell.
Rupali didi: W-h-a-t???
Chach-ji laughed out loud.
Chacha-ji: Aree...com’ on Beti! Getting physical does not only mean a man riding a woman! Ha ha ha...
Chacha-ji’s loud open laugh helped reduce the tension in her and she also blushed and giggled as he was still laughing loud.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... what I meant was... does sandy frequently try to touch you? ...you know... to get close to your body... I mean... did you ever feel that way?
Rupali didi: No... never Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Beti... I probably have not thought that way I guesss...
Rupali didi: Exactly! How can I think of such dishonesty and murky things about my sandy!
Chacha-ji: Right Beti... you don’t have to think that way... you just tell me how often does he get close to you... what are the times... as you can see he is no longer a child... I think I will be able to gather the required information from your narration.
Rupali didi: Umm... Uss hisab se... I mean Chachai-ji...... haan... wo to hamesha hi mujhse chipakta rehta hai... jaise if I am late in serving food... he hugs me and requests for it... ya fir... I mean... before leaving for school he gives me a hug ... matlab ye sab to bilkul hi normal bat hai Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Beti... samjha karo... ye sab ab utni bhi ‘normal’ baat nehi rahi... (he paused just a little) ...as you can see also... the books that sandy reads... here the love which you are saying ‘normal’ is no longer normal... isn’t it?
Saying that Chacha-ji opened some specific pages where some vulgar pictures were there and automatically my Rupali didi's ears started to turn red and hot. she breathed heavy seeing intimate male and female pictures right in front on her eyes. My sister could feel her nipples abruptly rising inside bra under her kamiz and she naturally started feeling very uncomfortable especially in Chach-ji’s presence because her heavy pair of mammaries were going up and down inside her tight dress and involuntarily her legs also parted just a shade advertising the blood rush. she quickly tried to cover her rotund plump thighs with the hem of kamiz. she sighed deeply and looked down (obvioulsy not inside the open book) and tried best to conceal her elated condition in front of our elderly landlord.
Since she was not looking at Chacha-ji's eyes, she was not aware that he was thoroughly enjoying her 'condition' and was ogling at her heavy conical 34-sized boobs moving up and down with each breath. Since my sister was wearing an old bra and her tits recently had become heavier due to milk production in them, her bra started to strain on the contours of her fleshy mammaries and she had to adjust a little to feel comfortable. My Rupali didi just shrugged and jiggled her heavy milk jugs to ease out and that sight must have been a delight to the perverted man!
Not knowing what to reply she replied in the most foolish manner!
Rupali didi: Ji... par sandy to mujhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... how can you say that...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... sandy ab bada ho raha hai... dheere dheere woh tumhe alag nazaro se dekhne lagega... Who knows after reading these books.. woh tumhe bahan kam aur aurat zyada dekhta ho! Ye mat bhoolo Beti ke tum hassen aur jawan ho!
my sister was simply dumbfounded and so shocked at Chacha-ji’s bold words that she just sat with her eyes wide open and lips parted in disbelief. As soon as her eyes met Chacha-ji’s she lowered eyes in womanly shame.
Chacha-ji probably thoroughly enjoyed her uneasiness and began questioning quite openly more intimate and personal things. He probably purposefully kept the dirty porn book open with the picture of the son grabbing his mom’s breasts and sucking them, which naturally kept my sister breathing heavy. My perverted landlord was getting more and more shameless and making her life extremely difficult in front of him.
Chacha-ji: Beti... is mei sharmane ki kya baat hai? You do not look like a mother of kid, rather looks young and pretty – you cannot blame your brother for that... can you?
my sister was naturally not able to meet Chacha-ji’s eyes and obviously was shy as well as a bit flattered by Chacha-ji’s comment. she did not know how to react! Should feel happy and proud that she did not look like a mother of kids?
Rupali didi: Err... no Chacha-ji... umm... I mean...
Chacha-ji: I know what you mean Beti... vo tumhe gaal par kiss karta hai aur you think thats purely innocent... hai na?
Rupali didi: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: But you never know Beti... till some moments ago you did not know that sandy reads these books... similarly if he is kissing your cheeks with a dirty mind or from innocent love... you can’t be sure naa!
she had to nod affirmatively because what he was saying made sense. And this time getting the nod his query became more direct and indicative!
Chacha-ji: Then lets dig in more to know the truth Beti... Umm... achha ye batao ke woh tumhe aage se chipakta hai ya peechhe se?
Rupali didi: Kya matlab?
Chacha-ji: You told me naa ke when if you get late in serving food, sandy hugs you and requests for it...
Rupali didi: Oho... ha ha... err... par I mean... (she was thoroughly embarrassed) Chacha-ji... is ka koi rule... err... I mean... waise jyadater toh wo peeche se hi chipakta hai per kabhi kabhi samne se bhi...
Chacha-ji: Achha jab sandy samne se tumhe chipakta hai... tab kabhi tumhare mamme err.... I mean breasts... ko wo chhoone ki koshish karta hai?
she naturally felt extremely bashful to such a question and remained quiet.
Chacha-ji: Rupali Beti... sharmao mat... I am only trying to find an appropriate solution to the problem we have at hand... so if you do not cooperate... your brother will slowly drown in deep dirty waters Beti... so help me... please!
she tried best to control emotion and nervousness and casted off shyness and looked up at him.
Rupali didi: Ji Chacha-ji... I can understand.
Chacha-ji utilized the thirst of we young boys by providing us hot filmi magazines and pornographic books and we were naturally easy preys for him! Jayant was the first one and then was me! Soon Jayant started increasing the dose for me and provided me hotter magazines and simple pornographic story books. When i was slowly getting addicted to these books, as per Chacha-ji’s instruction, Jayant started offering me porn books with stories having incest themes like having sex with aunt, father banging his grownup daughter, brother-sister love stories. my young mind was diverted briskly in the dark alleys of taboo relationships. As Chacha-ji got a clear signal from Jayant that i was enjoying those stories and demanded more, he was confident that now i could be easily drawn into incest relationship and it was my turn to be trapped.
Then one day as per his plan Jayant gave me some books which had only sister brother hot and alluring incest stories with appealing photographs of elderly naked women and young men having sexual intercourse with them. Chacha-ji very craftily started blackmailing me when during a tuition session he took them out from my bag and scolded me for reading such books and asked me to behave properly or else he would complain to my sister. Poor me was too much frightened and nervous to say anything and was extremely scared. I instantly surrendered to my tuition teacher and Chacha-ji was waiting exactly for this. Seeing me under pressure and fully under his clutches, Chacha-ji kept the book under his custody saying if i disobeyed him in future he would divulge the secret and show those books to my sister.
Next day as per his plan Chacha-ji came and behaved very normally with me as if nothing happened the other day. my sister gave him tea and he started teaching without discussing anything about my studies. My Rupali didi was a bit surprised as generally everyday he speaks something about mine progress, my studies, performance in class etc. she went to the other room to change her salwar-kamiz. Just then she heard a call from Chacha-ji. she had to respond.
Rupali didi: Yes Chacha-ji coming.
she decided to change salwar-kamiz later and went to the other room.
Seeing her Chacha-ji’s face as if lit up! she did not find me in the room.
Rupali didi: sandy kaha gaya?
Chacha-ji: I have given him a break and he went to play with Jayant.
she was surprised, naturally.
Rupali didi: O... but...
Chacha-ji: Baitho Beti... There’s a reason for that. Sit down first.
she smiled and sat down on the bed in front of Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: I have something very important to discuss with you regarding sandy.
Rupali didi: What Chacha-ji? If he not studying properly?
Chacha-ji was silent. Naturally she was anxious.
Rupali didi: Please tell me Chacha-ji... am getting anxious!
Chacha-ji: Well sandy is studying quite well... I have no problems there... but...
Rupali didi: But...???
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... you must promise first that you will not tell sandy anything... not even the slightest bit... if you give me word and trust me... then I can...
she was getting more nervous now. What had my brother done?
Rupali didi: Chacha-ji... what are you saying? I trust you completely... and in fact I have given charge in one way of sandy to you only!
Chahcha-ji: Yes, right Beti... that’s why I am concerned.
Rupali didi: Chacha-ji... please... kya baat hai... mujhe jaldi bataiye naa!
Chacha-ji: Okay, I will share with you and that’s why I sent off sandy... but first you promise to me that you will not talk about this to your brother.
she was getting very impatient now.
Rupali didi: Promise Chacha-ji... promise!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Today I have discovered some books from sandy’s bag...
Rupali didi: Books? What books Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Yes... am coming to that only! I got some books in his bag and they are... unfortunately dirty books...
Rupali didi
irty books.... matlab?The way Chacha-ji had built up the atmosphere honestly she was thinking of some more grave sin committed by me; she was somewhat relieved as she was definitely thinking of something worse than that!
Chacha-ji saying “these...” brought out two-three books from under his shirt and handed over to her.
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My Rupali didi saw all the books had pics of naked matured women on their covers while one book had the pick of a huge dick held by a man in his hand... unknowingly her eyes stuck to that momentarily... it was just too huge... awesome sized lund... she missed out the wicked smile on Chacha-ji’s face and that he was purposely showing that porn to my sister. And as soon as my Rupali didi saw that picture her face inadvertently turned crimson and she was simply dumbfounded.
Chacha-ji: Beti... it’s not about getting angry with sandy and scold and beat him... you must see the nature of the pron he is reading...
she still was unable to speak a single word. she felt totally blank. she continued to look at the pornographic books.
Chacha-ji: Beti... just see... all the three books depict the same theme... here... (he opened a book) ... all stories are incest type. a-l-l... just see...
The perverted elderly man just kept her involved in conversation and enjoyed thoroughly my sister's timid and shy reactions!
she asked like a fool, “Chacha-ji... incest matlab?”
Chacha-ji: Beti... incest is sex relation among family members which is considered taboo otherwise... like father having sexual relation with grownup daughter, or may be a brother enjoying sex with his sister, or a mother having sex with his son... like that you know.
My Rupali didi was instantly red and dropped her eyes and was cursing herself for asking such a silly and foolish question. she was feeling extremely shy to meet eyes with Chacha-ji now and was searching for words.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye normal baat hai...
Rupali didi: N-o-r-m-al...???
Chacha-ji: Are Beti yes sab to chalta rehta hai... but the info does not flash in public... that’s why you or me are not aware...
Rupali didi: May be... (she really did not want to extend discussion at all on such a topic with this elderly man) Par Chacha-ji... I simply cannot believe that sandy reads such dirty books! It is impossible! He is always under my supervision!
Chacha-ji: Beti, if you close your eyes and say the sun will not set... does that happen? The sun sets in its own course even if you keep your eyes shut. Same is the case here. Tum maano ya na maano.... sachhai to yehi hai ke sandy yeh ashleel books padhne laga hai.
she could realize that Chacha-ji was correct, but her sisterly love for me was trying to blind her.
Chacha-ji: And for your information... if there are 10 stories in these books, 8 stories are based on brother sister love and sex... so still if you want to close your eyes and think your brother is on the right track... you can. My responsibility was to make you aware... now it’s your call.
Rupali didi: Chacha-ji... I can understand what you are telling... but sandy... our sandy...(she was almost on the verge of weeping)
Chacha-ji: Beti... be calm and composed first! Don’t get emotional unnecessarily. You have to admit that sandy has grown up... he is almost 15 years of age and you cannot stop him from his curiousness about female body and knowing about sex at this growing age. Can you?
she just nodded negatively.
Chacha-ji: In this age he will be attracted towards girls... that’s but natural...and his keenness would lead him to look inside clothes of women... you cannot stop that. Can you?
Chacha-ji’s words indeed helped her to understand the practical situation though it was extremely hard for her to believe on it.
Chacha-ji: Again I repeat Beti... he is studying very attentively... but at the same time his age is drawing him into these books... its no fault of him... you must not react to it. Are you getting me?
she gathered all her strength and meakly replied “yes”.
Chacha-ji: Like the chapters of his school books, the pictures of unclothed women and sex stories in these books also exert a pull on him. If you scold, rebuke and beat him for this... he will do it more and will try to hide more from you... and that’s where things can go wrong... isn’t it Beti?
Rupali didi: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: In trying to conceal and bury things, he can land up in a mess and darker alleys. So instead of scolding him or crying for what has happened to my brother... be sensible and HELP him Beti!
Chacha-ji’s calm words and explanations was giving her courage to fight with the situation.
Rupali didi: Yes Chacha-ji... I can understand... what should I do now?
Chacha-ji: Before that... its important to know how far sandy has progressed... is his feelings limited to the pictures and stories or he is trying means to take a step ahead?
she did not fully understand what Chacha-ji meant; so she looked at his face questionably. Chacha-ji probably read her facial expression.
Chacha-ji: Beti, what I mean is... is sandy only confined to the books or his mind is pressing him for more... Do you remember that news Beti? ...last month ka hi to baat hai... there was a raid in a house where prostitution was going on and two school girls and boys were found... remember?
My sister heart almost skipped a beat. Her hands got cold and her eyes widened in shock.
Rupali didi: Y-e-s... y-e-s... Chahch-ji!
Chacha-ji: So as a sister if you just close your mind and say my brother can’t read these dirty books... you might well end up going to the security officer custody to release your brother!
This one sentence was enough and she was so frightened and nervous that she just completely surrendered to our elderly landlord. My sister stopped using brain completely and got trapped – just what the perverted man had planned!
Chacha-ji: There has to be a start to that security officer raid also... and today if you ignore this...
Rupali didi : I can understand Chacha-ji... I can....Uff! I can’t even think of this! Please tell me Chacha-ji what I need to do.... I want to save my brother.. that’s all!
Chacha-ji probably within himself said “good”, but in front of her said something else.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... first you need to answer some of my questions... the replies that you give will lead us to sandy’s status... is he in the simple curiosity level or he has inroads into the unthinkable area and looking for female bodies.
Rupali didi: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa nehi hoga... Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: Beti, I told you to be calm... I also think he is in the superficial level of just reading these books, but we have to be sure, isn’t it?
Rupali didi: Ji Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: I apologize at the very beginning Beti... because the questions that I will ask will make you uncomfortable... I know... but for your brothers sake you have to tell me nothing but the truth!
she nodded with a very anxious and worrisome face and mind. .
Chacha-ji: Beti... though I spend a significant time with sandy.. but still not all the time as you know I have remain upstairs for my son... what I want to know is... does he get physical with you?
My Rupali didi was listening very attentively to Chacha-ji, but the last 4-5 words were a shocker to her and she reacted very spontaneously almost with a yell.
Rupali didi: W-h-a-t???
Chach-ji laughed out loud.
Chacha-ji: Aree...com’ on Beti! Getting physical does not only mean a man riding a woman! Ha ha ha...
Chacha-ji’s loud open laugh helped reduce the tension in her and she also blushed and giggled as he was still laughing loud.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... what I meant was... does sandy frequently try to touch you? ...you know... to get close to your body... I mean... did you ever feel that way?
Rupali didi: No... never Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Beti... I probably have not thought that way I guesss...
Rupali didi: Exactly! How can I think of such dishonesty and murky things about my sandy!
Chacha-ji: Right Beti... you don’t have to think that way... you just tell me how often does he get close to you... what are the times... as you can see he is no longer a child... I think I will be able to gather the required information from your narration.
Rupali didi: Umm... Uss hisab se... I mean Chachai-ji...... haan... wo to hamesha hi mujhse chipakta rehta hai... jaise if I am late in serving food... he hugs me and requests for it... ya fir... I mean... before leaving for school he gives me a hug ... matlab ye sab to bilkul hi normal bat hai Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Beti... samjha karo... ye sab ab utni bhi ‘normal’ baat nehi rahi... (he paused just a little) ...as you can see also... the books that sandy reads... here the love which you are saying ‘normal’ is no longer normal... isn’t it?
Saying that Chacha-ji opened some specific pages where some vulgar pictures were there and automatically my Rupali didi's ears started to turn red and hot. she breathed heavy seeing intimate male and female pictures right in front on her eyes. My sister could feel her nipples abruptly rising inside bra under her kamiz and she naturally started feeling very uncomfortable especially in Chach-ji’s presence because her heavy pair of mammaries were going up and down inside her tight dress and involuntarily her legs also parted just a shade advertising the blood rush. she quickly tried to cover her rotund plump thighs with the hem of kamiz. she sighed deeply and looked down (obvioulsy not inside the open book) and tried best to conceal her elated condition in front of our elderly landlord.
Since she was not looking at Chacha-ji's eyes, she was not aware that he was thoroughly enjoying her 'condition' and was ogling at her heavy conical 34-sized boobs moving up and down with each breath. Since my sister was wearing an old bra and her tits recently had become heavier due to milk production in them, her bra started to strain on the contours of her fleshy mammaries and she had to adjust a little to feel comfortable. My Rupali didi just shrugged and jiggled her heavy milk jugs to ease out and that sight must have been a delight to the perverted man!
Not knowing what to reply she replied in the most foolish manner!
Rupali didi: Ji... par sandy to mujhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... how can you say that...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... sandy ab bada ho raha hai... dheere dheere woh tumhe alag nazaro se dekhne lagega... Who knows after reading these books.. woh tumhe bahan kam aur aurat zyada dekhta ho! Ye mat bhoolo Beti ke tum hassen aur jawan ho!
my sister was simply dumbfounded and so shocked at Chacha-ji’s bold words that she just sat with her eyes wide open and lips parted in disbelief. As soon as her eyes met Chacha-ji’s she lowered eyes in womanly shame.
Chacha-ji probably thoroughly enjoyed her uneasiness and began questioning quite openly more intimate and personal things. He probably purposefully kept the dirty porn book open with the picture of the son grabbing his mom’s breasts and sucking them, which naturally kept my sister breathing heavy. My perverted landlord was getting more and more shameless and making her life extremely difficult in front of him.
Chacha-ji: Beti... is mei sharmane ki kya baat hai? You do not look like a mother of kid, rather looks young and pretty – you cannot blame your brother for that... can you?
my sister was naturally not able to meet Chacha-ji’s eyes and obviously was shy as well as a bit flattered by Chacha-ji’s comment. she did not know how to react! Should feel happy and proud that she did not look like a mother of kids?
Rupali didi: Err... no Chacha-ji... umm... I mean...
Chacha-ji: I know what you mean Beti... vo tumhe gaal par kiss karta hai aur you think thats purely innocent... hai na?
Rupali didi: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: But you never know Beti... till some moments ago you did not know that sandy reads these books... similarly if he is kissing your cheeks with a dirty mind or from innocent love... you can’t be sure naa!
she had to nod affirmatively because what he was saying made sense. And this time getting the nod his query became more direct and indicative!
Chacha-ji: Then lets dig in more to know the truth Beti... Umm... achha ye batao ke woh tumhe aage se chipakta hai ya peechhe se?
Rupali didi: Kya matlab?
Chacha-ji: You told me naa ke when if you get late in serving food, sandy hugs you and requests for it...
Rupali didi: Oho... ha ha... err... par I mean... (she was thoroughly embarrassed) Chacha-ji... is ka koi rule... err... I mean... waise jyadater toh wo peeche se hi chipakta hai per kabhi kabhi samne se bhi...
Chacha-ji: Achha jab sandy samne se tumhe chipakta hai... tab kabhi tumhare mamme err.... I mean breasts... ko wo chhoone ki koshish karta hai?
she naturally felt extremely bashful to such a question and remained quiet.
Chacha-ji: Rupali Beti... sharmao mat... I am only trying to find an appropriate solution to the problem we have at hand... so if you do not cooperate... your brother will slowly drown in deep dirty waters Beti... so help me... please!
she tried best to control emotion and nervousness and casted off shyness and looked up at him.
Rupali didi: Ji Chacha-ji... I can understand.
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Rupali didi: Nehi Chacha-ji... aisi koi deliberate koshish to mujhe nahi lagta hai ki wo karta hai... (she nodded head negatively) ...par kabhi anjaane mein usne mere mam... err... I mean... mere breasts choo bhi liya hoga to maine... (she inverted her lips) err... maine notice nahi kiya.
Chacha-ji thought for a while, looked down at the open book where the picture of a plump woman’s naked breasts advertised vividly, and then nodded his head.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... now that you know that sandy is pretty much adult... I mean in his mind... you have to be mindful... So, next time jab who front side se tumhare badan se chipke to dhyan dena wo jarur tumhare mamme ko chhoone ki koshish karta hoga.
she was not that shameless to maintain eye contact with Chacha-hi while conversing these things. she looked down.
Rupali didi: Thik hai... main dhyan rakhoongi.
my sister was herself surprised that how easily she was chatting with our elderly landlord about such “personal and intimate” topics”. The porn book was still open on Chacha-ji’s lap and she wondered if he already had a hard-on inside his pajama talking like that to her! Chacha-ji must have noticed that she was not at all mindful of his foul and direct language and her shyness was drying off the more she conversed on that topic! And this must have pleased and encouraged the perverted man to go further.
Chacha-ji: Aur ek baat Beti... since we are discussing this in detail... I just want to make you aware of sandy’s another intent which is natural for his growing age.
Rupali didi: Wo kya Chacha-ji? .
Chacha-ji: Beti tumhe ye bhi notice karna hai ke jab Ram peechhe se tumse chipaka hai, to kya woh apni rod tumhare pichhwade se lagata hai ki nahi....you know...
my Rupali didi was simply shocked and speechless listening to that especially the very normal and calm way Chacha-ji shared that to her! her lips parted portraying her exclaimed state and immediately her eyes dropped and ears turned red hot, again. she was feeling extremely embarrassed to such direct foul language and started breathing heavily. Whilst she tried to recover from what he said, she missed out Chacha-ji’ face... which depicted an unashamed animal hidden inside him and the amount of perverted pleasure he was extracting using such vulgar and direct words to her describing my anatomy!
Chacha-ji closed the book and to my sister utter disbelief she noticed a tent-like structure inside his pajama illustrating his erect penis! As she searched for a reply she noted that he very openly scratched and caressed his hardened cock inside his pajama! Seeing no protest and objection from my sister end regarding his obscene language, Chacha-ji went a degree higher!
Chacha-ji (opening the porn book again): Dekho Beti... ye photo dekho! Is mei ek ladka apni jawan mom ko chod raha hai...
He brought forward that picture right in front of my sister eyes and even though she did not want to look at it, but inadvertently her eyes followed the picture and she kept staring at that obscene pic. In fact she was not able to nullify elated state nor could forget Chacha-ji’s stimulated condition which he could not hide and got portrayed through his erect cock inside his dress.
The fact remained that my Rupali didi was out of any physical contact with my jiju for the last two months, in fact the time when the problem started in his factory they were not having conjugal life. Later when he started drinking also, there was no question of getting close to him, but unknowingly her body had the thirst in a hidden state which she could easily realize today when Chacha-ji entwined her in this lewd chat session.
Chacha-ji again adjusted his upright cock inside his pajama with his left hand... that too directly in front of my sister as he himself was must be quite aroused with this conversation. she had to try to get out of this because she was quite nervous now where this conversation would lead her to!
Rupali didi: Err... Chacha-ji... ab humein kya karna chahiye?
Chacha-ji: Kuch nahi! We must not do anything that raises suspicion in sandy and he starts doing things differently... you know... that’s the last thing you would want as a sister.. isn’t it?
Rupali didi: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Even after Arushi’s birth... tumhari figure akarshak hai... ye gora badan... bade bade mamme... bhari gaand, mote jhange... isse dekhker to
rishi-muni ke bhi khade ho jaayenge... sandy to sirf ek naya-naya jawan hota hua ladka hai!
Chacha-ji seemed to be crossing all limits and she continued to blush and breathe heavily! Due to her heavy breathing and erect standing nipples, she was feeling very uncomfortable now with heavy tits straining against her tight bra cups inside dress.
Chacha-ji: Beti sharmao mat! You should be proud of your figure... because your vital statistics helped your brother to remain addicted to you and not to outside women. Sahi ya galat?
my sister giggled and remained silent. she was shying like a new bride but in inside she was feeling contended and flattered by landlord’s praising words!
Rupali didi (almost in a whispering tone): Chacha-ji... ab iss baat ko yahi khatam karte hai...
Chacha-ji on the other hand was in no mood to let this super opportunity slip from his hands so easily; hence he kept on continuing the topic!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... iss baat ko hum yun hi nahi khatam kar sakte... iss-se pehle ke tumhara sandy poori tarah tumhari se haath nikal jaaye, us-se pehle hume usko sudharna hoga. And for that I need your full cooperation.
My Rupali didi was feeling extremely uneasy now as she was feeling heaving milk-filled mammaries straining on her bra cups due to her exhilarated state and she was feeling slight pain with her hard swollen nipples pushing on cups. she realized that she must strip bra to feel easy and comfortable.
As she did not respond to Chacha-ji, he probably got impatient and annoyed.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... aj ye jo tumhare saath maine khullam-khulla baat-chit ki wo sirf sandy ke liye! Agar tumhe ye nahi pasand hai to mai iss baat ko yahin khatam karta hun... par baad me tumhe pachhtana padega jab tumhara bhai kisi randibazar mein security officer raid mei pakda jayega tab tum sochna ki pehle kyun nahi sudhara usko!
she could not remain silent any more as Chacha-ji was misunderstanding her.
Rupali didi: Arre Chacha-ji aap to naraz ho gaye! I am err... I mean... Chacha-ji...I am feeling a little embarrassed... aap ke samne khullam khulla ye baat-chit... I hope you can understand..... but please try to reform my brother...i will fully cooperate with you...
Chacha-ji (smiling): That’s like a sensible sister!
He smiled and nodded and she was much relieved. But immediately he made her embarrassed as his left hand openly started his dick inside his pajama again! It was so odd for her to stare at a grownup man fine tuning his dick position inside his pajama, but honestly she was unable to look elsewhere as she could figure out Chacha-ji’s rod standing erect making his pajama stretch like a tent! she clenched her lips and tried to remain normal. her breathing automatically went heavy and big round boobs were moving up and down a shade faster now. Undoubtedly and unquestionably the elderly man was stimulated by this intimate and direct chatting with her.
Chacha-ji: Beti... if we work together things will be under control, but if you get angry and irritated by your brothers’s behavior, you will ultimately lose your brother to another woman... or who knows?? (he shrugged) ... you may ultimately lose your son to even a prostitute!
she almost exclaimed, naturally, but Chacha-ji was cool as cucumber!
Chacha-ji: Beti... since I do not want to hide anything from you... I just elaborated... that’s the worst scenario that can happen to him... the curiosity of this age is such... and if we try to curb that in any way.
Rupali didi: No, no... please Chacha-ji... mujhe daraiye mat! us ka bhala jis mei ho... ap wohi raasta dikhaye...
The perverted man by that time was very successfully able to inject the fear in her about me going to another woman and to protect me she could travel any limit!
Chacha-ji thought for a while, looked down at the open book where the picture of a plump woman’s naked breasts advertised vividly, and then nodded his head.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... now that you know that sandy is pretty much adult... I mean in his mind... you have to be mindful... So, next time jab who front side se tumhare badan se chipke to dhyan dena wo jarur tumhare mamme ko chhoone ki koshish karta hoga.
she was not that shameless to maintain eye contact with Chacha-hi while conversing these things. she looked down.
Rupali didi: Thik hai... main dhyan rakhoongi.
my sister was herself surprised that how easily she was chatting with our elderly landlord about such “personal and intimate” topics”. The porn book was still open on Chacha-ji’s lap and she wondered if he already had a hard-on inside his pajama talking like that to her! Chacha-ji must have noticed that she was not at all mindful of his foul and direct language and her shyness was drying off the more she conversed on that topic! And this must have pleased and encouraged the perverted man to go further.
Chacha-ji: Aur ek baat Beti... since we are discussing this in detail... I just want to make you aware of sandy’s another intent which is natural for his growing age.
Rupali didi: Wo kya Chacha-ji? .
Chacha-ji: Beti tumhe ye bhi notice karna hai ke jab Ram peechhe se tumse chipaka hai, to kya woh apni rod tumhare pichhwade se lagata hai ki nahi....you know...
my Rupali didi was simply shocked and speechless listening to that especially the very normal and calm way Chacha-ji shared that to her! her lips parted portraying her exclaimed state and immediately her eyes dropped and ears turned red hot, again. she was feeling extremely embarrassed to such direct foul language and started breathing heavily. Whilst she tried to recover from what he said, she missed out Chacha-ji’ face... which depicted an unashamed animal hidden inside him and the amount of perverted pleasure he was extracting using such vulgar and direct words to her describing my anatomy!
Chacha-ji closed the book and to my sister utter disbelief she noticed a tent-like structure inside his pajama illustrating his erect penis! As she searched for a reply she noted that he very openly scratched and caressed his hardened cock inside his pajama! Seeing no protest and objection from my sister end regarding his obscene language, Chacha-ji went a degree higher!
Chacha-ji (opening the porn book again): Dekho Beti... ye photo dekho! Is mei ek ladka apni jawan mom ko chod raha hai...
He brought forward that picture right in front of my sister eyes and even though she did not want to look at it, but inadvertently her eyes followed the picture and she kept staring at that obscene pic. In fact she was not able to nullify elated state nor could forget Chacha-ji’s stimulated condition which he could not hide and got portrayed through his erect cock inside his dress.
The fact remained that my Rupali didi was out of any physical contact with my jiju for the last two months, in fact the time when the problem started in his factory they were not having conjugal life. Later when he started drinking also, there was no question of getting close to him, but unknowingly her body had the thirst in a hidden state which she could easily realize today when Chacha-ji entwined her in this lewd chat session.
Chacha-ji again adjusted his upright cock inside his pajama with his left hand... that too directly in front of my sister as he himself was must be quite aroused with this conversation. she had to try to get out of this because she was quite nervous now where this conversation would lead her to!
Rupali didi: Err... Chacha-ji... ab humein kya karna chahiye?
Chacha-ji: Kuch nahi! We must not do anything that raises suspicion in sandy and he starts doing things differently... you know... that’s the last thing you would want as a sister.. isn’t it?
Rupali didi: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Even after Arushi’s birth... tumhari figure akarshak hai... ye gora badan... bade bade mamme... bhari gaand, mote jhange... isse dekhker to
rishi-muni ke bhi khade ho jaayenge... sandy to sirf ek naya-naya jawan hota hua ladka hai!
Chacha-ji seemed to be crossing all limits and she continued to blush and breathe heavily! Due to her heavy breathing and erect standing nipples, she was feeling very uncomfortable now with heavy tits straining against her tight bra cups inside dress.
Chacha-ji: Beti sharmao mat! You should be proud of your figure... because your vital statistics helped your brother to remain addicted to you and not to outside women. Sahi ya galat?
my sister giggled and remained silent. she was shying like a new bride but in inside she was feeling contended and flattered by landlord’s praising words!
Rupali didi (almost in a whispering tone): Chacha-ji... ab iss baat ko yahi khatam karte hai...
Chacha-ji on the other hand was in no mood to let this super opportunity slip from his hands so easily; hence he kept on continuing the topic!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... iss baat ko hum yun hi nahi khatam kar sakte... iss-se pehle ke tumhara sandy poori tarah tumhari se haath nikal jaaye, us-se pehle hume usko sudharna hoga. And for that I need your full cooperation.
My Rupali didi was feeling extremely uneasy now as she was feeling heaving milk-filled mammaries straining on her bra cups due to her exhilarated state and she was feeling slight pain with her hard swollen nipples pushing on cups. she realized that she must strip bra to feel easy and comfortable.
As she did not respond to Chacha-ji, he probably got impatient and annoyed.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... aj ye jo tumhare saath maine khullam-khulla baat-chit ki wo sirf sandy ke liye! Agar tumhe ye nahi pasand hai to mai iss baat ko yahin khatam karta hun... par baad me tumhe pachhtana padega jab tumhara bhai kisi randibazar mein security officer raid mei pakda jayega tab tum sochna ki pehle kyun nahi sudhara usko!
she could not remain silent any more as Chacha-ji was misunderstanding her.
Rupali didi: Arre Chacha-ji aap to naraz ho gaye! I am err... I mean... Chacha-ji...I am feeling a little embarrassed... aap ke samne khullam khulla ye baat-chit... I hope you can understand..... but please try to reform my brother...i will fully cooperate with you...
Chacha-ji (smiling): That’s like a sensible sister!
He smiled and nodded and she was much relieved. But immediately he made her embarrassed as his left hand openly started his dick inside his pajama again! It was so odd for her to stare at a grownup man fine tuning his dick position inside his pajama, but honestly she was unable to look elsewhere as she could figure out Chacha-ji’s rod standing erect making his pajama stretch like a tent! she clenched her lips and tried to remain normal. her breathing automatically went heavy and big round boobs were moving up and down a shade faster now. Undoubtedly and unquestionably the elderly man was stimulated by this intimate and direct chatting with her.
Chacha-ji: Beti... if we work together things will be under control, but if you get angry and irritated by your brothers’s behavior, you will ultimately lose your brother to another woman... or who knows?? (he shrugged) ... you may ultimately lose your son to even a prostitute!
she almost exclaimed, naturally, but Chacha-ji was cool as cucumber!
Chacha-ji: Beti... since I do not want to hide anything from you... I just elaborated... that’s the worst scenario that can happen to him... the curiosity of this age is such... and if we try to curb that in any way.
Rupali didi: No, no... please Chacha-ji... mujhe daraiye mat! us ka bhala jis mei ho... ap wohi raasta dikhaye...
The perverted man by that time was very successfully able to inject the fear in her about me going to another woman and to protect me she could travel any limit!
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He looked my Rupali didi but she was not able to meet his eyes. Her breathing was heavier and her coconut like tits were straining against tight kamiz.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mai tumse umar mei bahut bada hoon.... tumhare pita saman...
He deliberately paused and she replied... “Ji”.
Chacha-ji: Mere samne jawab dete huye sharmao mat Beti... aur ye yaad rakho ke hum dono ye baat-chit jo kar rahe hai... wo sirf sandy ke liye!
These comfort words indeed made my sister free enough to reply to his indecent questions. she definitely felt better and was convinced that Chacha-ji had no foul ideas in his mind and was only investigating for my benefit.
Rupali didi: Ji Chacha-ji... thik hai...
Chacha-ji: Ha... jo mai keh raha tha... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bhai hai aur wo ye sab asleel sahitwa padhne bhi laga hai... to ye jan-na zaruri ho jata hai ke... raat ko tum kya sirf nighty-hi peheti ho ya nighty ke neeche bhi kuch pehenti ho?
Rupali didi: Nighty ke niche?
she almost replied involuntarily and immediately realized that Chacha-ji was talking about her inner.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... I mean... koi undergarment... bra ya panty nehi pehenti ho kya?
My Rupali didi was simply bowled over and her face was naturally all red to answer this query of 50+ landlord! But his prior comforting words helped her to get more shameless and reply boldly to even to his query!
Rupali didi: Ha... err... I mean... pehenti thi Chacha-ji... par abhi to Arushi ko ghadi ghadi doodh pilana padta hai... iss liye mai... err... umm... bra nehi pehenti hoon Chacha-ji...
our perverted landlord as if instantly understood her problem and supported her shamelessness of not wearing a bra under nighty at night!
Chacha-ji: Arre ye to tum uchit kam hi karti ho... kitni baar bra khologi aur doodh pilaogi bachhe ko!
Rupali didi: Ji... iss liye hi...
Chacha-ji: Aur niche? Mera matlab panty-wanty kuch?
Rupali didi: Ha ha... panty rehta hai...
She instantly replied to landlord as if she was answering to some GK question!
Chacha-ji: Achha... to iska matlab ye hua ke lagbhag roz raat ko tum nighty pehen ke rehti ho... jo thodi transparent hai... aur nightly ke niche sirf panty pehenti ho... aur iss avastha me tum ghar ke kaam bhi karti hogi... right?
Rupali didi: Ji Chacha-ji... ap to jante hai kitna kaam rehta hai... bistar taiyar karna.... khana serve karna... bartan uthana... aur dusre sab kaaam bhi to hai!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... matlab raat ke time me jab tum ghar mei kaam karti ho to sandy beshak tumhare chuche dekh sakta hai?
she honestly had never thought from that angle! It was just natural for her to wear something loose and comfortable at day-end before going to sleep. No outsider was coming at that time and she was only with me her doughter and husband; so never thought to be too careful about her dressing. But listening to Chacha-ji’s point... frankly she was unable to defy it completely.
Chacha-ji: You only said that the nighty that you wear is somewhat transparent and you do not wear a bra inside... so can I not assume that your brother ogles at your free, pendulous breasts inside your dress when you serve food or prepares bed in front of him?
she could well realize what Chacha-ji meant, but she never thought that me was now ‘growing up’!
Rupali didi: Nehi Chacha-ji... aapki baat kuch haad tak to sahi hai... par hum-ne kabhi is tarah se socha nahi tha... is taraf kabhi dhyan hi nahi diya!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... quite natural... this is one part... ab dusra part...
Rupali didi: Wo kya Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Wo ye hai ke jab tumhare pati ke paas kaam tha... matlab do mahine pehle.... tab ghar mei mahol kaisa tha?
Rupali didi: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... mai ye pooch raha hoon... ke tab kya tumhare pati tumhare bhai ke samne tumhare saath kuchh karte the... i mean... (lowering his voice) kiss wagerah?
My sister face was red instantly, but landlord was too good for her to be able to avoid his dirty questions.
Chacha-ji: Are pati-patni ke relation mei nikat-ta nehi hogi to kisme hogi? Tum to bebajah sharma gayi! Are tumhare pati ghar me tumhe bahon mei leke nehi chumega to kya pados ke Mehta ke biwi to chumega? Batao... batao!
He was smiling and she also shyly giggled.
Chacha-ji: Arre has rahi hai... jawab to do!
Rupali didi: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Arre sandy ke samne kabhi tum dono close nehi hote the kya?
Rupali didi: O!.... Ji...ji... ek-adhbar to jarur hote the...
Chacha-ji just kept throwing questions to my sister just like a doctor and she had to reply to each one revealing all personal secrets. Chacha-ji visibly was enjoying all that to the hilt!
Chacha-ji: Matlab Vinod (my jiju) kissed you in front of your brother?
she nodded shyly.
Chacha-ji: Aur kya wo sandy ke samne tumhare sath daba-dabi bhi karte the?
Rupali didi: ‘Daba-dabi’... matlab?
Chacha-ji (leaning towards her): Matlab... Vinay kabhi tumhare chuche bhai ke samne nehi dabaya?
she felt like dying listening to such dirty questions and naturally was unable to answer, but Chacha-ji continued to extract pleasure out of that question session.
Chacha-ji: Are doodh nehi to zarorr tumhare gaand wagerah to dabaya hoga Vinay?
Instead of slapping the old perverted man for such dirty questions, my Rupali didi still was continuing to answer him with a red blushed face and in a sexy whispering tone!
Me: Err... Chacha-ji.... umm... Jyadatar nehi... par ek-adh bar ho jata tha..
Chacha-ji: Kaise? Mai samjha nehi...
my sister noticed that his right hand was holding the pornographic book while his left hand was just under the book on his lap, probably holding and massaging his manhood! she naturally felt very awkward at his behavior. she had never seen him do this sort of a lewd act prior in front of her!
Chacha-ji: Batao Beti...
Rupali didi: Ji... ek-adh din aise hota tha ke Vinod kam se jaldi laut-ta tha aur jab ghar me sandy ke hote huye wo mere kareeb ata tha.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... fir?
Rupali didi: Vinod mujhe pakad leta tha aur gale lagata tha... lekin wo bhi khel-khel me sandy se baat karte huye... err... I mean... bilkul normally...
Chacha-ji: Normally hi sahi... lekin kitna karib hota tha Vinod? sandy kitna kuch dekha hai... wohi mai janna chata hoon!
As my Rupali didi described her intimate acts with her husband to Chacha-ji, she could sense her lips drying up; in fact she had never discussed this sort of things a male! females do discuss these things but not so vividly of course! But for the sake of mine, she had to do it. The most embarrassing part was my sister had feeling the ‘natural female itch’ inside her panty also! Chacha-ji had drafted and guided the chat session in such a slow, lewd way that her body also had started to respond to it!
Rupali didi: Karib matlab... err....Vinod mujhe gale laga leta tha... aur... aur ghanisthata se mera sharir sparsh karta tha... aise hi... mera matlab... zyada kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Zyada kuch nehi matlab? Tum kya chahti thi ke Vinay tumhare bhai ke samne hi tumhe patak ke chodd de? Ha ha ha...
she was shocked to the extreme listening to the word “chodd” in Chacha-ji’s mouth, but my sister could not even object as she had herself allowed him to create such an environment where he could easily chat with her using dirty and physical terms! My Rupali didi's whole face was red as a rose and her ears were emitting heat. My sister's twin mammaries were going up and down faster and were straining her bra more inside kamiz, which made her utterly uncomfortable.
Chacha-ji probably realized that he had gone too far verbally.
Chacha-ji: Sorry Beti for my labguage... par tum aise boli ke... Anyway, let us not deviate unnecessarily and be focussed on the topic.
He paused just to give her the required amount of time to get back her composure.
Chacha-ji: Vinod kya sirf tumhe gale lagata tha? ...ya phir chumta bhi tha?
Rupali didi (almost whispering): Ji... chumta bhi tha...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... iska matlab sandy kareeb se dekhta tha ke Vinod tumhe gale lagake chum raha hai?
she just nodded. she was still feeling so much ashamed.
Chacha-ji: Ab dekho ek mard jab apni biwi ke hoth chumta hai to...
Rupali didi ( immediately objected): Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... sandy ke samne Vinod kabhi mere hoth nehi chume...
Chacha-ji: Oh! ...to fir kya chumta tha?
Rupali didi: Mere... matlab... mere gaal wagera...
Chacha-ji: Strange! Sirf gaal chumke Vinod tumhe chod deta tha?
Rupali didi: Nehi... matlab... Haa... err...
My Rupali didi was almost stammering as she was really feeling very much ashamed and awkward to describe her intimate moments in front of him, but Chacha-ji was smart enough to read through her mental state.
Chacha-ji: Arre ye kya? Tum to nayi naveli dulhan ke jaise sharma rahi ho Beti! Mujhe galat mat samajh na... ye sab baat jan-ke mera koi munafa nehi hone wala...
He seemed to be a real expert who could read and understand a conservative housewife’s mind and knew exactly how and when to open her up most shamelessly!
Chacha-ji: Par ye zaroor hai Beti... ke agar tum bina sharmaye sari baat mujhe bologi to sandy ke mansik sthiti mai jaan sakunga aur usse ek sahi disha de sakte hain.
These words were enough to give my sister the confidence to speak out and elaborate on how my jiju loved her during hay days!
Rupali didi: Ji... ji Chacha-ji... main samajh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: To fir thik se batao Beti...Vinod tumhe sandy ke samne gale lagake kya kya karta tha?
Rupali didi: Ji... Mai... mera matlab... mujhe bahon mei leke... mere gaal chumta tha... aur... aur mere gardan bhi chumta tha... aur idhar udhar mere sharir dabata tha... jaise hota hai... bas!
Though my Rupali didi tried to put a period to her erotic description, but Chacha-ji was probably thirsty for more!
Chacha-ji: Idhar-udhar matbal? Khule taur par tumhare chuche pakad ke dabata tha? tumhare chote bhai ke samne?
Rupali didi: Nehi... mera matlab... haa... par khule taur par nehi Chacha-ji... mera matlab... mai ghoom jati thi...
Chacha-ji: Acchha... achha... jaise hi Vinod tumhare doodh choone ki kosis karta tha.. to tum ghoom jati thi.... taki sandy dekh nehi paye?
Rupali didi: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Par Beti.... isse kya tum sandy ko puri tarah dekhne se rok pati thi??? I doubt... kyu ki jab Vinod horny hota tha... tabhi tumhe wo gale lagata tha... right?
Rupali didi: Ji bilkul... roz nehi...
Chacha-ji: Thik... aur ye to sabhi jante hai ke jab ek mard komottejit hota hai... wo kya sirf tumhare gaal chumke aur doodh chuche nichod ke ruk jata tha? Kya wo tumhare gaand nehi dabata tha?
she realized Chacha-ji wanted every detail which must be necessary to assess my mental condition. And it was also true when my jiju hugged and kissed her, he even talked to me, but simultaneously squeezed my Rupali didi fleshy buttocks over her nighty or sari.
Rupali didi: Ji... waha bhi dabata tha.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... abhi tum boli ke tum ghoom jati thi...
Rupali didi: Ji ha Chacha-ji... taki sandy err... khule taur par dekh nehi paye...
Chacha-ji: Par agar tumhare pichwada sandy ki taraf hoga.... to wo to khule aam tumhari gaand dabana dekh pata hoga!
my sister was just like a statue. she could not move for a few seconds with her mouth wide open and about to exclaim as she had never thought from that angle!
Rupali didi: Maine to uss hisab se...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... aur tum jo baat ko halka karne ki baat kar rahi thi... wo kya?
Rupali didi: Ha Chacha-ji... ye sab karte karte Vinod to sandy se has has ke baat bhi karta tha... aur sandy bhi to hasta tha aur jawab deta tha...
Cahcha-ji: That’s why you never felt it was abnormal and sandy was also taking it very naturally and not eyeing what you two were doing.
Rupali didi: Ji bilkul!
Chacha-ji: Par Beti tumhe samajh jana chahiye tha ke ye sab jo pehle normal tha ab sandy ke liye excitement ka cheez ho gaya hai!
Rupali didi: Main samajh nehi payi Chacha-ji... sandy ke behavior mei koi parivartan nehi dekhi mai.... aur peechle do mahine se to ye sab bilkul hi bandh hai... Vinod ke saath to uss hisab se koi relation hi nehi...
Chacha-ji: And that’s the worse part!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mai tumse umar mei bahut bada hoon.... tumhare pita saman...
He deliberately paused and she replied... “Ji”.
Chacha-ji: Mere samne jawab dete huye sharmao mat Beti... aur ye yaad rakho ke hum dono ye baat-chit jo kar rahe hai... wo sirf sandy ke liye!
These comfort words indeed made my sister free enough to reply to his indecent questions. she definitely felt better and was convinced that Chacha-ji had no foul ideas in his mind and was only investigating for my benefit.
Rupali didi: Ji Chacha-ji... thik hai...
Chacha-ji: Ha... jo mai keh raha tha... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bhai hai aur wo ye sab asleel sahitwa padhne bhi laga hai... to ye jan-na zaruri ho jata hai ke... raat ko tum kya sirf nighty-hi peheti ho ya nighty ke neeche bhi kuch pehenti ho?
Rupali didi: Nighty ke niche?
she almost replied involuntarily and immediately realized that Chacha-ji was talking about her inner.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... I mean... koi undergarment... bra ya panty nehi pehenti ho kya?
My Rupali didi was simply bowled over and her face was naturally all red to answer this query of 50+ landlord! But his prior comforting words helped her to get more shameless and reply boldly to even to his query!
Rupali didi: Ha... err... I mean... pehenti thi Chacha-ji... par abhi to Arushi ko ghadi ghadi doodh pilana padta hai... iss liye mai... err... umm... bra nehi pehenti hoon Chacha-ji...
our perverted landlord as if instantly understood her problem and supported her shamelessness of not wearing a bra under nighty at night!
Chacha-ji: Arre ye to tum uchit kam hi karti ho... kitni baar bra khologi aur doodh pilaogi bachhe ko!
Rupali didi: Ji... iss liye hi...
Chacha-ji: Aur niche? Mera matlab panty-wanty kuch?
Rupali didi: Ha ha... panty rehta hai...
She instantly replied to landlord as if she was answering to some GK question!
Chacha-ji: Achha... to iska matlab ye hua ke lagbhag roz raat ko tum nighty pehen ke rehti ho... jo thodi transparent hai... aur nightly ke niche sirf panty pehenti ho... aur iss avastha me tum ghar ke kaam bhi karti hogi... right?
Rupali didi: Ji Chacha-ji... ap to jante hai kitna kaam rehta hai... bistar taiyar karna.... khana serve karna... bartan uthana... aur dusre sab kaaam bhi to hai!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... matlab raat ke time me jab tum ghar mei kaam karti ho to sandy beshak tumhare chuche dekh sakta hai?
she honestly had never thought from that angle! It was just natural for her to wear something loose and comfortable at day-end before going to sleep. No outsider was coming at that time and she was only with me her doughter and husband; so never thought to be too careful about her dressing. But listening to Chacha-ji’s point... frankly she was unable to defy it completely.
Chacha-ji: You only said that the nighty that you wear is somewhat transparent and you do not wear a bra inside... so can I not assume that your brother ogles at your free, pendulous breasts inside your dress when you serve food or prepares bed in front of him?
she could well realize what Chacha-ji meant, but she never thought that me was now ‘growing up’!
Rupali didi: Nehi Chacha-ji... aapki baat kuch haad tak to sahi hai... par hum-ne kabhi is tarah se socha nahi tha... is taraf kabhi dhyan hi nahi diya!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... quite natural... this is one part... ab dusra part...
Rupali didi: Wo kya Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Wo ye hai ke jab tumhare pati ke paas kaam tha... matlab do mahine pehle.... tab ghar mei mahol kaisa tha?
Rupali didi: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... mai ye pooch raha hoon... ke tab kya tumhare pati tumhare bhai ke samne tumhare saath kuchh karte the... i mean... (lowering his voice) kiss wagerah?
My sister face was red instantly, but landlord was too good for her to be able to avoid his dirty questions.
Chacha-ji: Are pati-patni ke relation mei nikat-ta nehi hogi to kisme hogi? Tum to bebajah sharma gayi! Are tumhare pati ghar me tumhe bahon mei leke nehi chumega to kya pados ke Mehta ke biwi to chumega? Batao... batao!
He was smiling and she also shyly giggled.
Chacha-ji: Arre has rahi hai... jawab to do!
Rupali didi: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Arre sandy ke samne kabhi tum dono close nehi hote the kya?
Rupali didi: O!.... Ji...ji... ek-adhbar to jarur hote the...
Chacha-ji just kept throwing questions to my sister just like a doctor and she had to reply to each one revealing all personal secrets. Chacha-ji visibly was enjoying all that to the hilt!
Chacha-ji: Matlab Vinod (my jiju) kissed you in front of your brother?
she nodded shyly.
Chacha-ji: Aur kya wo sandy ke samne tumhare sath daba-dabi bhi karte the?
Rupali didi: ‘Daba-dabi’... matlab?
Chacha-ji (leaning towards her): Matlab... Vinay kabhi tumhare chuche bhai ke samne nehi dabaya?
she felt like dying listening to such dirty questions and naturally was unable to answer, but Chacha-ji continued to extract pleasure out of that question session.
Chacha-ji: Are doodh nehi to zarorr tumhare gaand wagerah to dabaya hoga Vinay?
Instead of slapping the old perverted man for such dirty questions, my Rupali didi still was continuing to answer him with a red blushed face and in a sexy whispering tone!
Me: Err... Chacha-ji.... umm... Jyadatar nehi... par ek-adh bar ho jata tha..
Chacha-ji: Kaise? Mai samjha nehi...
my sister noticed that his right hand was holding the pornographic book while his left hand was just under the book on his lap, probably holding and massaging his manhood! she naturally felt very awkward at his behavior. she had never seen him do this sort of a lewd act prior in front of her!
Chacha-ji: Batao Beti...
Rupali didi: Ji... ek-adh din aise hota tha ke Vinod kam se jaldi laut-ta tha aur jab ghar me sandy ke hote huye wo mere kareeb ata tha.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... fir?
Rupali didi: Vinod mujhe pakad leta tha aur gale lagata tha... lekin wo bhi khel-khel me sandy se baat karte huye... err... I mean... bilkul normally...
Chacha-ji: Normally hi sahi... lekin kitna karib hota tha Vinod? sandy kitna kuch dekha hai... wohi mai janna chata hoon!
As my Rupali didi described her intimate acts with her husband to Chacha-ji, she could sense her lips drying up; in fact she had never discussed this sort of things a male! females do discuss these things but not so vividly of course! But for the sake of mine, she had to do it. The most embarrassing part was my sister had feeling the ‘natural female itch’ inside her panty also! Chacha-ji had drafted and guided the chat session in such a slow, lewd way that her body also had started to respond to it!
Rupali didi: Karib matlab... err....Vinod mujhe gale laga leta tha... aur... aur ghanisthata se mera sharir sparsh karta tha... aise hi... mera matlab... zyada kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Zyada kuch nehi matlab? Tum kya chahti thi ke Vinay tumhare bhai ke samne hi tumhe patak ke chodd de? Ha ha ha...
she was shocked to the extreme listening to the word “chodd” in Chacha-ji’s mouth, but my sister could not even object as she had herself allowed him to create such an environment where he could easily chat with her using dirty and physical terms! My Rupali didi's whole face was red as a rose and her ears were emitting heat. My sister's twin mammaries were going up and down faster and were straining her bra more inside kamiz, which made her utterly uncomfortable.
Chacha-ji probably realized that he had gone too far verbally.
Chacha-ji: Sorry Beti for my labguage... par tum aise boli ke... Anyway, let us not deviate unnecessarily and be focussed on the topic.
He paused just to give her the required amount of time to get back her composure.
Chacha-ji: Vinod kya sirf tumhe gale lagata tha? ...ya phir chumta bhi tha?
Rupali didi (almost whispering): Ji... chumta bhi tha...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... iska matlab sandy kareeb se dekhta tha ke Vinod tumhe gale lagake chum raha hai?
she just nodded. she was still feeling so much ashamed.
Chacha-ji: Ab dekho ek mard jab apni biwi ke hoth chumta hai to...
Rupali didi ( immediately objected): Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... sandy ke samne Vinod kabhi mere hoth nehi chume...
Chacha-ji: Oh! ...to fir kya chumta tha?
Rupali didi: Mere... matlab... mere gaal wagera...
Chacha-ji: Strange! Sirf gaal chumke Vinod tumhe chod deta tha?
Rupali didi: Nehi... matlab... Haa... err...
My Rupali didi was almost stammering as she was really feeling very much ashamed and awkward to describe her intimate moments in front of him, but Chacha-ji was smart enough to read through her mental state.
Chacha-ji: Arre ye kya? Tum to nayi naveli dulhan ke jaise sharma rahi ho Beti! Mujhe galat mat samajh na... ye sab baat jan-ke mera koi munafa nehi hone wala...
He seemed to be a real expert who could read and understand a conservative housewife’s mind and knew exactly how and when to open her up most shamelessly!
Chacha-ji: Par ye zaroor hai Beti... ke agar tum bina sharmaye sari baat mujhe bologi to sandy ke mansik sthiti mai jaan sakunga aur usse ek sahi disha de sakte hain.
These words were enough to give my sister the confidence to speak out and elaborate on how my jiju loved her during hay days!
Rupali didi: Ji... ji Chacha-ji... main samajh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: To fir thik se batao Beti...Vinod tumhe sandy ke samne gale lagake kya kya karta tha?
Rupali didi: Ji... Mai... mera matlab... mujhe bahon mei leke... mere gaal chumta tha... aur... aur mere gardan bhi chumta tha... aur idhar udhar mere sharir dabata tha... jaise hota hai... bas!
Though my Rupali didi tried to put a period to her erotic description, but Chacha-ji was probably thirsty for more!
Chacha-ji: Idhar-udhar matbal? Khule taur par tumhare chuche pakad ke dabata tha? tumhare chote bhai ke samne?
Rupali didi: Nehi... mera matlab... haa... par khule taur par nehi Chacha-ji... mera matlab... mai ghoom jati thi...
Chacha-ji: Acchha... achha... jaise hi Vinod tumhare doodh choone ki kosis karta tha.. to tum ghoom jati thi.... taki sandy dekh nehi paye?
Rupali didi: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Par Beti.... isse kya tum sandy ko puri tarah dekhne se rok pati thi??? I doubt... kyu ki jab Vinod horny hota tha... tabhi tumhe wo gale lagata tha... right?
Rupali didi: Ji bilkul... roz nehi...
Chacha-ji: Thik... aur ye to sabhi jante hai ke jab ek mard komottejit hota hai... wo kya sirf tumhare gaal chumke aur doodh chuche nichod ke ruk jata tha? Kya wo tumhare gaand nehi dabata tha?
she realized Chacha-ji wanted every detail which must be necessary to assess my mental condition. And it was also true when my jiju hugged and kissed her, he even talked to me, but simultaneously squeezed my Rupali didi fleshy buttocks over her nighty or sari.
Rupali didi: Ji... waha bhi dabata tha.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... abhi tum boli ke tum ghoom jati thi...
Rupali didi: Ji ha Chacha-ji... taki sandy err... khule taur par dekh nehi paye...
Chacha-ji: Par agar tumhare pichwada sandy ki taraf hoga.... to wo to khule aam tumhari gaand dabana dekh pata hoga!
my sister was just like a statue. she could not move for a few seconds with her mouth wide open and about to exclaim as she had never thought from that angle!
Rupali didi: Maine to uss hisab se...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... aur tum jo baat ko halka karne ki baat kar rahi thi... wo kya?
Rupali didi: Ha Chacha-ji... ye sab karte karte Vinod to sandy se has has ke baat bhi karta tha... aur sandy bhi to hasta tha aur jawab deta tha...
Cahcha-ji: That’s why you never felt it was abnormal and sandy was also taking it very naturally and not eyeing what you two were doing.
Rupali didi: Ji bilkul!
Chacha-ji: Par Beti tumhe samajh jana chahiye tha ke ye sab jo pehle normal tha ab sandy ke liye excitement ka cheez ho gaya hai!
Rupali didi: Main samajh nehi payi Chacha-ji... sandy ke behavior mei koi parivartan nehi dekhi mai.... aur peechle do mahine se to ye sab bilkul hi bandh hai... Vinod ke saath to uss hisab se koi relation hi nehi...
Chacha-ji: And that’s the worse part!
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He looked my Rupali didi but she was not able to meet his eyes. Her breathing was heavier and her coconut like tits were straining against tight kamiz.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mai tumse umar mei bahut bada hoon.... tumhare pita saman...
He deliberately paused and she replied... “Ji”.
Chacha-ji: Mere samne jawab dete huye sharmao mat Beti... aur ye yaad rakho ke hum dono ye baat-chit jo kar rahe hai... wo sirf sandy ke liye!
These comfort words indeed made my sister free enough to reply to his indecent questions. she definitely felt better and was convinced that Chacha-ji had no foul ideas in his mind and was only investigating for my benefit.
Rupali didi: Ji Chacha-ji... thik hai...
Chacha-ji: Ha... jo mai keh raha tha... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bhai hai aur wo ye sab asleel sahitwa padhne bhi laga hai... to ye jan-na zaruri ho jata hai ke... raat ko tum kya sirf nighty-hi peheti ho ya nighty ke neeche bhi kuch pehenti ho?
Rupali didi: Nighty ke niche?
she almost replied involuntarily and immediately realized that Chacha-ji was talking about her inner.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... I mean... koi undergarment... bra ya panty nehi pehenti ho kya?
My Rupali didi was simply bowled over and her face was naturally all red to answer this query of 50+ landlord! But his prior comforting words helped her to get more shameless and reply boldly to even to his query!
Rupali didi: Ha... err... I mean... pehenti thi Chacha-ji... par abhi to Arushi ko ghadi ghadi doodh pilana padta hai... iss liye mai... err... umm... bra nehi pehenti hoon Chacha-ji...
our perverted landlord as if instantly understood her problem and supported her shamelessness of not wearing a bra under nighty at night!
Chacha-ji: Arre ye to tum uchit kam hi karti ho... kitni baar bra khologi aur doodh pilaogi bachhe ko!
Rupali didi: Ji... iss liye hi...
Chacha-ji: Aur niche? Mera matlab panty-wanty kuch?
Rupali didi: Ha ha... panty rehta hai...
She instantly replied to landlord as if she was answering to some GK question!
Chacha-ji: Achha... to iska matlab ye hua ke lagbhag roz raat ko tum nighty pehen ke rehti ho... jo thodi transparent hai... aur nightly ke niche sirf panty pehenti ho... aur iss avastha me tum ghar ke kaam bhi karti hogi... right?
Rupali didi: Ji Chacha-ji... ap to jante hai kitna kaam rehta hai... bistar taiyar karna.... khana serve karna... bartan uthana... aur dusre sab kaaam bhi to hai!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... matlab raat ke time me jab tum ghar mei kaam karti ho to sandy beshak tumhare chuche dekh sakta hai?
she honestly had never thought from that angle! It was just natural for her to wear something loose and comfortable at day-end before going to sleep. No outsider was coming at that time and she was only with me her doughter and husband; so never thought to be too careful about her dressing. But listening to Chacha-ji’s point... frankly she was unable to defy it completely.
Chacha-ji: You only said that the nighty that you wear is somewhat transparent and you do not wear a bra inside... so can I not assume that your brother ogles at your free, pendulous breasts inside your dress when you serve food or prepares bed in front of him?
she could well realize what Chacha-ji meant, but she never thought that me was now ‘growing up’!
Rupali didi: Nehi Chacha-ji... aapki baat kuch haad tak to sahi hai... par hum-ne kabhi is tarah se socha nahi tha... is taraf kabhi dhyan hi nahi diya!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... quite natural... this is one part... ab dusra part...
Rupali didi: Wo kya Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Wo ye hai ke jab tumhare pati ke paas kaam tha... matlab do mahine pehle.... tab ghar mei mahol kaisa tha?
Rupali didi: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... mai ye pooch raha hoon... ke tab kya tumhare pati tumhare bhai ke samne tumhare saath kuchh karte the... i mean... (lowering his voice) kiss wagerah?
My sister face was red instantly, but landlord was too good for her to be able to avoid his dirty questions.
Chacha-ji: Are pati-patni ke relation mei nikat-ta nehi hogi to kisme hogi? Tum to bebajah sharma gayi! Are tumhare pati ghar me tumhe bahon mei leke nehi chumega to kya pados ke Mehta ke biwi to chumega? Batao... batao!
He was smiling and she also shyly giggled.
Chacha-ji: Arre has rahi hai... jawab to do!
Rupali didi: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Arre sandy ke samne kabhi tum dono close nehi hote the kya?
Rupali didi: O!.... Ji...ji... ek-adhbar to jarur hote the...
Chacha-ji just kept throwing questions to my sister just like a doctor and she had to reply to each one revealing all personal secrets. Chacha-ji visibly was enjoying all that to the hilt!
Chacha-ji: Matlab Vinod (my jiju) kissed you in front of your brother?
she nodded shyly.
Chacha-ji: Aur kya wo sandy ke samne tumhare sath daba-dabi bhi karte the?
Rupali didi: ‘Daba-dabi’... matlab?
Chacha-ji (leaning towards her): Matlab... Vinay kabhi tumhare chuche bhai ke samne nehi dabaya?
she felt like dying listening to such dirty questions and naturally was unable to answer, but Chacha-ji continued to extract pleasure out of that question session.
Chacha-ji: Are doodh nehi to zarorr tumhare gaand wagerah to dabaya hoga Vinay?
Instead of slapping the old perverted man for such dirty questions, my Rupali didi still was continuing to answer him with a red blushed face and in a sexy whispering tone!
Me: Err... Chacha-ji.... umm... Jyadatar nehi... par ek-adh bar ho jata tha..
Chacha-ji: Kaise? Mai samjha nehi...
my sister noticed that his right hand was holding the pornographic book while his left hand was just under the book on his lap, probably holding and massaging his manhood! she naturally felt very awkward at his behavior. she had never seen him do this sort of a lewd act prior in front of her!
Chacha-ji: Batao Beti...
Rupali didi: Ji... ek-adh din aise hota tha ke Vinod kam se jaldi laut-ta tha aur jab ghar me sandy ke hote huye wo mere kareeb ata tha.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... fir?
Rupali didi: Vinod mujhe pakad leta tha aur gale lagata tha... lekin wo bhi khel-khel me sandy se baat karte huye... err... I mean... bilkul normally...
Chacha-ji: Normally hi sahi... lekin kitna karib hota tha Vinod? sandy kitna kuch dekha hai... wohi mai janna chata hoon!
As my Rupali didi described her intimate acts with her husband to Chacha-ji, she could sense her lips drying up; in fact she had never discussed this sort of things a male! females do discuss these things but not so vividly of course! But for the sake of mine, she had to do it. The most embarrassing part was my sister had feeling the ‘natural female itch’ inside her panty also! Chacha-ji had drafted and guided the chat session in such a slow, lewd way that her body also had started to respond to it!
Rupali didi: Karib matlab... err....Vinod mujhe gale laga leta tha... aur... aur ghanisthata se mera sharir sparsh karta tha... aise hi... mera matlab... zyada kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Zyada kuch nehi matlab? Tum kya chahti thi ke Vinay tumhare bhai ke samne hi tumhe patak ke chodd de? Ha ha ha...
she was shocked to the extreme listening to the word “chodd” in Chacha-ji’s mouth, but my sister could not even object as she had herself allowed him to create such an environment where he could easily chat with her using dirty and physical terms! My Rupali didi's whole face was red as a rose and her ears were emitting heat. My sister's twin mammaries were going up and down faster and were straining her bra more inside kamiz, which made her utterly uncomfortable.
Chacha-ji probably realized that he had gone too far verbally.
Chacha-ji: Sorry Beti for my labguage... par tum aise boli ke... Anyway, let us not deviate unnecessarily and be focussed on the topic.
He paused just to give her the required amount of time to get back her composure.
Chacha-ji: Vinod kya sirf tumhe gale lagata tha? ...ya phir chumta bhi tha?
Rupali didi (almost whispering): Ji... chumta bhi tha...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... iska matlab sandy kareeb se dekhta tha ke Vinod tumhe gale lagake chum raha hai?
she just nodded. she was still feeling so much ashamed.
Chacha-ji: Ab dekho ek mard jab apni biwi ke hoth chumta hai to...
Rupali didi ( immediately objected): Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... sandy ke samne Vinod kabhi mere hoth nehi chume...
Chacha-ji: Oh! ...to fir kya chumta tha?
Rupali didi: Mere... matlab... mere gaal wagera...
Chacha-ji: Strange! Sirf gaal chumke Vinod tumhe chod deta tha?
Rupali didi: Nehi... matlab... Haa... err...
My Rupali didi was almost stammering as she was really feeling very much ashamed and awkward to describe her intimate moments in front of him, but Chacha-ji was smart enough to read through her mental state.
Chacha-ji: Arre ye kya? Tum to nayi naveli dulhan ke jaise sharma rahi ho Beti! Mujhe galat mat samajh na... ye sab baat jan-ke mera koi munafa nehi hone wala...
He seemed to be a real expert who could read and understand a conservative housewife’s mind and knew exactly how and when to open her up most shamelessly!
Chacha-ji: Par ye zaroor hai Beti... ke agar tum bina sharmaye sari baat mujhe bologi to sandy ke mansik sthiti mai jaan sakunga aur usse ek sahi disha de sakte hain.
These words were enough to give my sister the confidence to speak out and elaborate on how my jiju loved her during hay days!
Rupali didi: Ji... ji Chacha-ji... main samajh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: To fir thik se batao Beti...Vinod tumhe sandy ke samne gale lagake kya kya karta tha?
Rupali didi: Ji... Mai... mera matlab... mujhe bahon mei leke... mere gaal chumta tha... aur... aur mere gardan bhi chumta tha... aur idhar udhar mere sharir dabata tha... jaise hota hai... bas!
Though my Rupali didi tried to put a period to her erotic description, but Chacha-ji was probably thirsty for more!
Chacha-ji: Idhar-udhar matbal? Khule taur par tumhare chuche pakad ke dabata tha? tumhare chote bhai ke samne?
Rupali didi: Nehi... mera matlab... haa... par khule taur par nehi Chacha-ji... mera matlab... mai ghoom jati thi...
Chacha-ji: Acchha... achha... jaise hi Vinod tumhare doodh choone ki kosis karta tha.. to tum ghoom jati thi.... taki sandy dekh nehi paye?
Rupali didi: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Par Beti.... isse kya tum sandy ko puri tarah dekhne se rok pati thi??? I doubt... kyu ki jab Vinod horny hota tha... tabhi tumhe wo gale lagata tha... right?
Rupali didi: Ji bilkul... roz nehi...
Chacha-ji: Thik... aur ye to sabhi jante hai ke jab ek mard komottejit hota hai... wo kya sirf tumhare gaal chumke aur doodh chuche nichod ke ruk jata tha? Kya wo tumhare gaand nehi dabata tha?
she realized Chacha-ji wanted every detail which must be necessary to assess my mental condition. And it was also true when my jiju hugged and kissed her, he even talked to me, but simultaneously squeezed my Rupali didi fleshy buttocks over her nighty or sari.
Rupali didi: Ji... waha bhi dabata tha.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... abhi tum boli ke tum ghoom jati thi...
Rupali didi: Ji ha Chacha-ji... taki sandy err... khule taur par dekh nehi paye...
Chacha-ji: Par agar tumhare pichwada sandy ki taraf hoga.... to wo to khule aam tumhari gaand dabana dekh pata hoga!
my sister was just like a statue. she could not move for a few seconds with her mouth wide open and about to exclaim as she had never thought from that angle!
Rupali didi: Maine to uss hisab se...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... aur tum jo baat ko halka karne ki baat kar rahi thi... wo kya?
Rupali didi: Ha Chacha-ji... ye sab karte karte Vinod to sandy se has has ke baat bhi karta tha... aur sandy bhi to hasta tha aur jawab deta tha...
Cahcha-ji: That’s why you never felt it was abnormal and sandy was also taking it very naturally and not eyeing what you two were doing.
Rupali didi: Ji bilkul!
Chacha-ji: Par Beti tumhe samajh jana chahiye tha ke ye sab jo pehle normal tha ab sandy ke liye excitement ka cheez ho gaya hai!
Rupali didi: Main samajh nehi payi Chacha-ji... sandy ke behavior mei koi parivartan nehi dekhi mai.... aur peechle do mahine se to ye sab bilkul hi bandh hai... Vinod ke saath to uss hisab se koi relation hi nehi...
Chacha-ji: And that’s the worse part!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mai tumse umar mei bahut bada hoon.... tumhare pita saman...
He deliberately paused and she replied... “Ji”.
Chacha-ji: Mere samne jawab dete huye sharmao mat Beti... aur ye yaad rakho ke hum dono ye baat-chit jo kar rahe hai... wo sirf sandy ke liye!
These comfort words indeed made my sister free enough to reply to his indecent questions. she definitely felt better and was convinced that Chacha-ji had no foul ideas in his mind and was only investigating for my benefit.
Rupali didi: Ji Chacha-ji... thik hai...
Chacha-ji: Ha... jo mai keh raha tha... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bhai hai aur wo ye sab asleel sahitwa padhne bhi laga hai... to ye jan-na zaruri ho jata hai ke... raat ko tum kya sirf nighty-hi peheti ho ya nighty ke neeche bhi kuch pehenti ho?
Rupali didi: Nighty ke niche?
she almost replied involuntarily and immediately realized that Chacha-ji was talking about her inner.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... I mean... koi undergarment... bra ya panty nehi pehenti ho kya?
My Rupali didi was simply bowled over and her face was naturally all red to answer this query of 50+ landlord! But his prior comforting words helped her to get more shameless and reply boldly to even to his query!
Rupali didi: Ha... err... I mean... pehenti thi Chacha-ji... par abhi to Arushi ko ghadi ghadi doodh pilana padta hai... iss liye mai... err... umm... bra nehi pehenti hoon Chacha-ji...
our perverted landlord as if instantly understood her problem and supported her shamelessness of not wearing a bra under nighty at night!
Chacha-ji: Arre ye to tum uchit kam hi karti ho... kitni baar bra khologi aur doodh pilaogi bachhe ko!
Rupali didi: Ji... iss liye hi...
Chacha-ji: Aur niche? Mera matlab panty-wanty kuch?
Rupali didi: Ha ha... panty rehta hai...
She instantly replied to landlord as if she was answering to some GK question!
Chacha-ji: Achha... to iska matlab ye hua ke lagbhag roz raat ko tum nighty pehen ke rehti ho... jo thodi transparent hai... aur nightly ke niche sirf panty pehenti ho... aur iss avastha me tum ghar ke kaam bhi karti hogi... right?
Rupali didi: Ji Chacha-ji... ap to jante hai kitna kaam rehta hai... bistar taiyar karna.... khana serve karna... bartan uthana... aur dusre sab kaaam bhi to hai!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... matlab raat ke time me jab tum ghar mei kaam karti ho to sandy beshak tumhare chuche dekh sakta hai?
she honestly had never thought from that angle! It was just natural for her to wear something loose and comfortable at day-end before going to sleep. No outsider was coming at that time and she was only with me her doughter and husband; so never thought to be too careful about her dressing. But listening to Chacha-ji’s point... frankly she was unable to defy it completely.
Chacha-ji: You only said that the nighty that you wear is somewhat transparent and you do not wear a bra inside... so can I not assume that your brother ogles at your free, pendulous breasts inside your dress when you serve food or prepares bed in front of him?
she could well realize what Chacha-ji meant, but she never thought that me was now ‘growing up’!
Rupali didi: Nehi Chacha-ji... aapki baat kuch haad tak to sahi hai... par hum-ne kabhi is tarah se socha nahi tha... is taraf kabhi dhyan hi nahi diya!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... quite natural... this is one part... ab dusra part...
Rupali didi: Wo kya Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Wo ye hai ke jab tumhare pati ke paas kaam tha... matlab do mahine pehle.... tab ghar mei mahol kaisa tha?
Rupali didi: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... mai ye pooch raha hoon... ke tab kya tumhare pati tumhare bhai ke samne tumhare saath kuchh karte the... i mean... (lowering his voice) kiss wagerah?
My sister face was red instantly, but landlord was too good for her to be able to avoid his dirty questions.
Chacha-ji: Are pati-patni ke relation mei nikat-ta nehi hogi to kisme hogi? Tum to bebajah sharma gayi! Are tumhare pati ghar me tumhe bahon mei leke nehi chumega to kya pados ke Mehta ke biwi to chumega? Batao... batao!
He was smiling and she also shyly giggled.
Chacha-ji: Arre has rahi hai... jawab to do!
Rupali didi: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Arre sandy ke samne kabhi tum dono close nehi hote the kya?
Rupali didi: O!.... Ji...ji... ek-adhbar to jarur hote the...
Chacha-ji just kept throwing questions to my sister just like a doctor and she had to reply to each one revealing all personal secrets. Chacha-ji visibly was enjoying all that to the hilt!
Chacha-ji: Matlab Vinod (my jiju) kissed you in front of your brother?
she nodded shyly.
Chacha-ji: Aur kya wo sandy ke samne tumhare sath daba-dabi bhi karte the?
Rupali didi: ‘Daba-dabi’... matlab?
Chacha-ji (leaning towards her): Matlab... Vinay kabhi tumhare chuche bhai ke samne nehi dabaya?
she felt like dying listening to such dirty questions and naturally was unable to answer, but Chacha-ji continued to extract pleasure out of that question session.
Chacha-ji: Are doodh nehi to zarorr tumhare gaand wagerah to dabaya hoga Vinay?
Instead of slapping the old perverted man for such dirty questions, my Rupali didi still was continuing to answer him with a red blushed face and in a sexy whispering tone!
Me: Err... Chacha-ji.... umm... Jyadatar nehi... par ek-adh bar ho jata tha..
Chacha-ji: Kaise? Mai samjha nehi...
my sister noticed that his right hand was holding the pornographic book while his left hand was just under the book on his lap, probably holding and massaging his manhood! she naturally felt very awkward at his behavior. she had never seen him do this sort of a lewd act prior in front of her!
Chacha-ji: Batao Beti...
Rupali didi: Ji... ek-adh din aise hota tha ke Vinod kam se jaldi laut-ta tha aur jab ghar me sandy ke hote huye wo mere kareeb ata tha.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... fir?
Rupali didi: Vinod mujhe pakad leta tha aur gale lagata tha... lekin wo bhi khel-khel me sandy se baat karte huye... err... I mean... bilkul normally...
Chacha-ji: Normally hi sahi... lekin kitna karib hota tha Vinod? sandy kitna kuch dekha hai... wohi mai janna chata hoon!
As my Rupali didi described her intimate acts with her husband to Chacha-ji, she could sense her lips drying up; in fact she had never discussed this sort of things a male! females do discuss these things but not so vividly of course! But for the sake of mine, she had to do it. The most embarrassing part was my sister had feeling the ‘natural female itch’ inside her panty also! Chacha-ji had drafted and guided the chat session in such a slow, lewd way that her body also had started to respond to it!
Rupali didi: Karib matlab... err....Vinod mujhe gale laga leta tha... aur... aur ghanisthata se mera sharir sparsh karta tha... aise hi... mera matlab... zyada kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Zyada kuch nehi matlab? Tum kya chahti thi ke Vinay tumhare bhai ke samne hi tumhe patak ke chodd de? Ha ha ha...
she was shocked to the extreme listening to the word “chodd” in Chacha-ji’s mouth, but my sister could not even object as she had herself allowed him to create such an environment where he could easily chat with her using dirty and physical terms! My Rupali didi's whole face was red as a rose and her ears were emitting heat. My sister's twin mammaries were going up and down faster and were straining her bra more inside kamiz, which made her utterly uncomfortable.
Chacha-ji probably realized that he had gone too far verbally.
Chacha-ji: Sorry Beti for my labguage... par tum aise boli ke... Anyway, let us not deviate unnecessarily and be focussed on the topic.
He paused just to give her the required amount of time to get back her composure.
Chacha-ji: Vinod kya sirf tumhe gale lagata tha? ...ya phir chumta bhi tha?
Rupali didi (almost whispering): Ji... chumta bhi tha...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... iska matlab sandy kareeb se dekhta tha ke Vinod tumhe gale lagake chum raha hai?
she just nodded. she was still feeling so much ashamed.
Chacha-ji: Ab dekho ek mard jab apni biwi ke hoth chumta hai to...
Rupali didi ( immediately objected): Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... sandy ke samne Vinod kabhi mere hoth nehi chume...
Chacha-ji: Oh! ...to fir kya chumta tha?
Rupali didi: Mere... matlab... mere gaal wagera...
Chacha-ji: Strange! Sirf gaal chumke Vinod tumhe chod deta tha?
Rupali didi: Nehi... matlab... Haa... err...
My Rupali didi was almost stammering as she was really feeling very much ashamed and awkward to describe her intimate moments in front of him, but Chacha-ji was smart enough to read through her mental state.
Chacha-ji: Arre ye kya? Tum to nayi naveli dulhan ke jaise sharma rahi ho Beti! Mujhe galat mat samajh na... ye sab baat jan-ke mera koi munafa nehi hone wala...
He seemed to be a real expert who could read and understand a conservative housewife’s mind and knew exactly how and when to open her up most shamelessly!
Chacha-ji: Par ye zaroor hai Beti... ke agar tum bina sharmaye sari baat mujhe bologi to sandy ke mansik sthiti mai jaan sakunga aur usse ek sahi disha de sakte hain.
These words were enough to give my sister the confidence to speak out and elaborate on how my jiju loved her during hay days!
Rupali didi: Ji... ji Chacha-ji... main samajh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: To fir thik se batao Beti...Vinod tumhe sandy ke samne gale lagake kya kya karta tha?
Rupali didi: Ji... Mai... mera matlab... mujhe bahon mei leke... mere gaal chumta tha... aur... aur mere gardan bhi chumta tha... aur idhar udhar mere sharir dabata tha... jaise hota hai... bas!
Though my Rupali didi tried to put a period to her erotic description, but Chacha-ji was probably thirsty for more!
Chacha-ji: Idhar-udhar matbal? Khule taur par tumhare chuche pakad ke dabata tha? tumhare chote bhai ke samne?
Rupali didi: Nehi... mera matlab... haa... par khule taur par nehi Chacha-ji... mera matlab... mai ghoom jati thi...
Chacha-ji: Acchha... achha... jaise hi Vinod tumhare doodh choone ki kosis karta tha.. to tum ghoom jati thi.... taki sandy dekh nehi paye?
Rupali didi: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Par Beti.... isse kya tum sandy ko puri tarah dekhne se rok pati thi??? I doubt... kyu ki jab Vinod horny hota tha... tabhi tumhe wo gale lagata tha... right?
Rupali didi: Ji bilkul... roz nehi...
Chacha-ji: Thik... aur ye to sabhi jante hai ke jab ek mard komottejit hota hai... wo kya sirf tumhare gaal chumke aur doodh chuche nichod ke ruk jata tha? Kya wo tumhare gaand nehi dabata tha?
she realized Chacha-ji wanted every detail which must be necessary to assess my mental condition. And it was also true when my jiju hugged and kissed her, he even talked to me, but simultaneously squeezed my Rupali didi fleshy buttocks over her nighty or sari.
Rupali didi: Ji... waha bhi dabata tha.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... abhi tum boli ke tum ghoom jati thi...
Rupali didi: Ji ha Chacha-ji... taki sandy err... khule taur par dekh nehi paye...
Chacha-ji: Par agar tumhare pichwada sandy ki taraf hoga.... to wo to khule aam tumhari gaand dabana dekh pata hoga!
my sister was just like a statue. she could not move for a few seconds with her mouth wide open and about to exclaim as she had never thought from that angle!
Rupali didi: Maine to uss hisab se...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... aur tum jo baat ko halka karne ki baat kar rahi thi... wo kya?
Rupali didi: Ha Chacha-ji... ye sab karte karte Vinod to sandy se has has ke baat bhi karta tha... aur sandy bhi to hasta tha aur jawab deta tha...
Cahcha-ji: That’s why you never felt it was abnormal and sandy was also taking it very naturally and not eyeing what you two were doing.
Rupali didi: Ji bilkul!
Chacha-ji: Par Beti tumhe samajh jana chahiye tha ke ye sab jo pehle normal tha ab sandy ke liye excitement ka cheez ho gaya hai!
Rupali didi: Main samajh nehi payi Chacha-ji... sandy ke behavior mei koi parivartan nehi dekhi mai.... aur peechle do mahine se to ye sab bilkul hi bandh hai... Vinod ke saath to uss hisab se koi relation hi nehi...
Chacha-ji: And that’s the worse part!
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Chacha-ji now was quite openly massaging his erect dick and even though the cover of the book was there, my Rupali didi could detect it quite unmistakably. she was also not comfortable; her milk tanks were straining against tight bra and the itch inside her panty seemed to be ever rising. Seeing Chacha-ji doing his part so openly my sister also could not restrain herself from scratching her choot area boldly over salwar-kamiz to feel at ease!
Chacha-ji: Beti... before sandy comes back... thoda aur info mujhe do ke usne paur kya dekha hai?
Rupali didi: Aur kya Chacha-ji? Aur kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Par mujhe lagta hai wo zarur aur bhi kuch dekha hoga...
Rupali didi: Ye aap yakin ke saath kaise keh sakte hain?
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... sandy mujhe kayi bar bola hai ke raat ko Arushi ki rone ki wajah se raat ko thik se neend....
Rupali didi ( instantly realized what Chacha-ji meant): Ji... ji... mai samajh gayi...
Chacha-ji: Good! Kyu ki tum aur Vinod apne beti ke saath ek bistar pe soti ho aur sandy dusre bed par ik hi room me... to chances are ke sandy zarur tumhe aur Vinod ko kabhi dekha hoga...
Rupali didi: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... last two months to...
Chacha-ji: Us-se pehle?
Rupali didi: Us-se pehle bhi... mera matlab... humlog hamesha dekh lete the ke sandy neend mei hai ke nehi...
Chacha-ji: Matlab chudai ke pehle?
she just nodded in affirmation very shyly.
Chacha-ji: Par ek baat batao Beti... sandy jab so raha hai... bagal ke bistar pe tum aur Vinay agar chudai karogi to awaz se uska neend toot nehi jayega?
Rupali didi: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji...bistar pe kaha?
Chacha-ji seemed to be surprised for the first time.
Chacha-ji: Iska kya matlab.... bistar pe nhi to kaha ?
Rupali didi: Mera matlab... usi darr se humlog niche karte the.
Chacha-ji: Niche matlab... farsh pe?
Rupali didi: Ji... ek gadda niche bhi hota hai uss pe...
Chacha-ji: I am confused Beti... I must understand from sandy’s perspective... Suppose karo sandy aadhi neend mei hai... aur usi waqt Vinod ko horny feel hua... to wo zarur tumhe alingan karke kiss wagera karta hoga?
Rupali didi: Ji... kuch der to wo mujhe gale lagake kiss karta hai...
Chacha-ji: To iska matlab agar sandy aadhi neend me hai, to ye cheez vo mehsoos karta hoga? May be he is not seeing you two in darkness but he can hear Vinod kissing you.
Rupali didi: Ji... ye zaroor ho sakta hai.
Chacha-ji: Par sandy to kissing ke awaz se hi excited ho jayega naa...
Rupali didi: Wo kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... wo to ye sab kitab me padha hoga naa... ke chumne ke baad daba-dabi hota hai aur fir aurat nangi ho jati hai chudne ke liye...
Rupali didi: Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: To iska matlab tumlog niche gadde pe jo kuch karte the wo sabhi sandy mehsoos kar sakta tha kiyu ki wo bhi usi kamre me so raha tha...
my sister was shocked and feeling extremely ashamed to now realize that i had probably heard them doing sex!
Rupali didi: Ye sab baat to mai kabhi gehraiyi se sochi hi nahi!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye abhi sab se mehetwopurn ye hua ke tum-dono gadde par chudai ke pehle kis haad tak jate the? Daba-dabi ke dauraan Vinod aur tum kya kapde bhi utar dete the?
My Rupali didi was now feeling too much ashamed to reply to this because the fact remained that after some initial kissing and boob pressing jiju used to strip my sister completely and he also removed his lungi. How could she tell all that to Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Beti... tum agar sharmati rahogi to sandy ka bhaviswat bhi anischit hoke rahega...
The perverted man knew very well how to break her conservativeness and he continued to use her innocent love for me for his distorted pleasure.
Me: Ji err... matlab... Vinod... matlab... chumne ke baad aur thoda pyar jatane ke baad Vinod hamesha apni lungi utar deta tha aur... mai bhi... mera matlab... mera bhi kapde utar deta tha...
Chacha-ji: Iska matlab... agar hum kuch der ke liye ye bhool jay eke waha Vinod hai... tum bilkul nangi hoke gadde pe rehti ho jaha 4 foot ki doori mei tumhara jawan bhai so raha hai?
she was so embarrassed by this statement of landlord that she could not even look up and just clenched her lips in nervousness and timidness.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye baat mamuli nehi hai... tum agar jawan, khoobsurat aur gori nehi hoti... to baat dusra tha... par Arushi hone ke baad bhi tumhari figure manohar aur akarshak hai... tumhari bade bade khade do mamme aur bhari golakar nitamb... aur tum jab nangi rehti hogi bistar pe... wo drisya to sandy ko kamottejit karega hi! Iss mei to mai uska koi dosh nehi dekhta!
she did not know what to say; she just remained dumbfounded and utterly embarrassed.
Chacha-ji: Anyway, that’s all that I wanted to know...
Rupali didi: C-h-a-c-h-a – j-i... mai... err... mai maafi chahti hoon aur bahut sharminda hoon apni iss nirlajy harkat pe...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... chudwane ke waqt thodi itna kuch dhyan mei rehta hai...
Chacha-ji as if slammed in the last nail on her.
Chacha-ji: Anyway... sandy ke ane ka waqt ho raha hai...
Rupali didi: Chacha-ji....please... mujhe ab kya karna chaiye?
Chacha-ji: Tum bus sandy ke reactions par nazar rakhho aur mujhe batati raho. Then we will decide aage kya karna hai.
Rupali didi: Mujhe sandy ki bahut fikr ho rahi hai!
Chacha-ji: Arre chinta mat karo Beti... Main hoon na!
she could listen to mine footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but my sister did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed my sister the pornographic books and asked her to keep them in a secret place, out of my reach. He knew pretty well that she would not be able to refrain herself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on her!
Chacha-ji: Beti... before sandy comes back... thoda aur info mujhe do ke usne paur kya dekha hai?
Rupali didi: Aur kya Chacha-ji? Aur kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Par mujhe lagta hai wo zarur aur bhi kuch dekha hoga...
Rupali didi: Ye aap yakin ke saath kaise keh sakte hain?
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... sandy mujhe kayi bar bola hai ke raat ko Arushi ki rone ki wajah se raat ko thik se neend....
Rupali didi ( instantly realized what Chacha-ji meant): Ji... ji... mai samajh gayi...
Chacha-ji: Good! Kyu ki tum aur Vinod apne beti ke saath ek bistar pe soti ho aur sandy dusre bed par ik hi room me... to chances are ke sandy zarur tumhe aur Vinod ko kabhi dekha hoga...
Rupali didi: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... last two months to...
Chacha-ji: Us-se pehle?
Rupali didi: Us-se pehle bhi... mera matlab... humlog hamesha dekh lete the ke sandy neend mei hai ke nehi...
Chacha-ji: Matlab chudai ke pehle?
she just nodded in affirmation very shyly.
Chacha-ji: Par ek baat batao Beti... sandy jab so raha hai... bagal ke bistar pe tum aur Vinay agar chudai karogi to awaz se uska neend toot nehi jayega?
Rupali didi: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji...bistar pe kaha?
Chacha-ji seemed to be surprised for the first time.
Chacha-ji: Iska kya matlab.... bistar pe nhi to kaha ?
Rupali didi: Mera matlab... usi darr se humlog niche karte the.
Chacha-ji: Niche matlab... farsh pe?
Rupali didi: Ji... ek gadda niche bhi hota hai uss pe...
Chacha-ji: I am confused Beti... I must understand from sandy’s perspective... Suppose karo sandy aadhi neend mei hai... aur usi waqt Vinod ko horny feel hua... to wo zarur tumhe alingan karke kiss wagera karta hoga?
Rupali didi: Ji... kuch der to wo mujhe gale lagake kiss karta hai...
Chacha-ji: To iska matlab agar sandy aadhi neend me hai, to ye cheez vo mehsoos karta hoga? May be he is not seeing you two in darkness but he can hear Vinod kissing you.
Rupali didi: Ji... ye zaroor ho sakta hai.
Chacha-ji: Par sandy to kissing ke awaz se hi excited ho jayega naa...
Rupali didi: Wo kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... wo to ye sab kitab me padha hoga naa... ke chumne ke baad daba-dabi hota hai aur fir aurat nangi ho jati hai chudne ke liye...
Rupali didi: Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: To iska matlab tumlog niche gadde pe jo kuch karte the wo sabhi sandy mehsoos kar sakta tha kiyu ki wo bhi usi kamre me so raha tha...
my sister was shocked and feeling extremely ashamed to now realize that i had probably heard them doing sex!
Rupali didi: Ye sab baat to mai kabhi gehraiyi se sochi hi nahi!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye abhi sab se mehetwopurn ye hua ke tum-dono gadde par chudai ke pehle kis haad tak jate the? Daba-dabi ke dauraan Vinod aur tum kya kapde bhi utar dete the?
My Rupali didi was now feeling too much ashamed to reply to this because the fact remained that after some initial kissing and boob pressing jiju used to strip my sister completely and he also removed his lungi. How could she tell all that to Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Beti... tum agar sharmati rahogi to sandy ka bhaviswat bhi anischit hoke rahega...
The perverted man knew very well how to break her conservativeness and he continued to use her innocent love for me for his distorted pleasure.
Me: Ji err... matlab... Vinod... matlab... chumne ke baad aur thoda pyar jatane ke baad Vinod hamesha apni lungi utar deta tha aur... mai bhi... mera matlab... mera bhi kapde utar deta tha...
Chacha-ji: Iska matlab... agar hum kuch der ke liye ye bhool jay eke waha Vinod hai... tum bilkul nangi hoke gadde pe rehti ho jaha 4 foot ki doori mei tumhara jawan bhai so raha hai?
she was so embarrassed by this statement of landlord that she could not even look up and just clenched her lips in nervousness and timidness.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye baat mamuli nehi hai... tum agar jawan, khoobsurat aur gori nehi hoti... to baat dusra tha... par Arushi hone ke baad bhi tumhari figure manohar aur akarshak hai... tumhari bade bade khade do mamme aur bhari golakar nitamb... aur tum jab nangi rehti hogi bistar pe... wo drisya to sandy ko kamottejit karega hi! Iss mei to mai uska koi dosh nehi dekhta!
she did not know what to say; she just remained dumbfounded and utterly embarrassed.
Chacha-ji: Anyway, that’s all that I wanted to know...
Rupali didi: C-h-a-c-h-a – j-i... mai... err... mai maafi chahti hoon aur bahut sharminda hoon apni iss nirlajy harkat pe...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... chudwane ke waqt thodi itna kuch dhyan mei rehta hai...
Chacha-ji as if slammed in the last nail on her.
Chacha-ji: Anyway... sandy ke ane ka waqt ho raha hai...
Rupali didi: Chacha-ji....please... mujhe ab kya karna chaiye?
Chacha-ji: Tum bus sandy ke reactions par nazar rakhho aur mujhe batati raho. Then we will decide aage kya karna hai.
Rupali didi: Mujhe sandy ki bahut fikr ho rahi hai!
Chacha-ji: Arre chinta mat karo Beti... Main hoon na!
she could listen to mine footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but my sister did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed my sister the pornographic books and asked her to keep them in a secret place, out of my reach. He knew pretty well that she would not be able to refrain herself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on her!