Adultery Adventures of my lactating sister

[babasandy]

My Rupali didi and her sasur ji in village haveli :
My Rupali didi was breasfeeding her doughter arushi in her bedroom.It was middle of the night. I was sleeping in the bedroom next to the sasurji.

At what point my Rupali didi fell asleep she did not know but she awoke suddenly. Two or three deafening sounds, that of lightning, had awoken her. It could rain any moment, for she could feel the howling winds. Unseasonal rains would mean a further fall in temperature, my sister was alarmed. The lightning awoke arushi too, who started to cry out loudly. No matter how much my Rupali didi patted her, she went on wailing as the crackling sounds continued unabated. She too was scared, just like she always did since childhood. She wished someone could have stayed in her room.

At that instant she heard a knock on the partition door, softly at first but then more urgently. Soon Babuji's voice could be heard.

"Bahu, Bahu! What happened? Why is Arushi crying so much? Please tell me. Please open the door ... I am worried," Thakur sahab( Sasurji) was imploring her to speak.
I was awake in my room and listening the activities going in the house.
My Rupali didi quickly got up from bed but in her hurry, she forgot to put any cover over her nightie. The skimpy nightie was hardly anything to hide her very sexy and desirable body, not to mention her very appealing breasts. She just came and opened the door.

"I think she woke up because of the lightning," Rupali didi said softly.

"No, I think she may be hungry. Won't you feed her now Bahu?" he asked.

Rupali didi hadn't been able to say this and so had said about the lightning. But she too knew that the child would not stop till she had her nipples in her mouth.

"Feed her Bahu, she is hungry," the father-in-law insisted. He was looking at Rupali didi's breasts and she blushed and quickly turned so that the breasts were out of his sight.

"Yes Babuji," whispered Rupali didi.

Just then heavy gusts of wind started blowing and a window pane flung open. Lightning crackled repeatedly.

"I am so scared Babuji," Rupali didi said honestly.

"This is just lightning. Don't be afraid. But if you are so scared ... you keep the partition door open, so you will at least feel someone is nearby. Will that be ok?" Thakur sahab asked.

Rupali didi thought for a while before she nodded her head.

My Rupali didi was no longer wearing a duppata across her breasts and to Thakur sahab she looked like a beautiful goddess, a desirous woman with a child in her arms, her hair somewhat ruffled giving her a sensual aura that Sasurji found difficult to look away from. He was now very close to his daughter-in-law.

He could inhale a fragrance that fired his loins and he kept looking at her unkempt hair, her disarrayed nightie which gave glimpses of her ample and alluring breasts, her soft smooth skin undulating from her face till the top of her nightie and all that could tempt any man, not just Thakur sahab himself.

Thakur sahab stood there mesmerized at what he saw, forgetting that it was improper of him to do so. He turned his face away and instinctively tried to pacify his granddoughter. But his eyes flickered and traversed from granddoughter to bahu.

"Bahu..."he said at last.

"Jee Babuji"

"Arushi is hungry..."

Rupali didi looked up to Thakur sahab, not sure how to answer to the patriarch.

"Babuji.." She paused. Her shyness barring her from speaking out.

Thakur sahab's rough fingers continued to stroke his Arushi. The child's cries simmered down a notch.

"I can tell that she is hungry." Sasurji was adamant.

"But babuji... I..I fed her a little while ago," Rupali didi tried to convince her father-in-law.

"Then why is she crying?" Exasperation seemed to coat his words.

"Babuji.. It must be this lightning. she started crying when it began," Rupali didi tried to explain.

Meanwhile the rain was still pelting, but the thunder had calmed down a little.

"Possible..but you should know that little ones have a small stomach and they get hungry very quickly. I hope that you feed her often enough," Thakur sahab went on.

This talk about feeding was embarrassing my sister. But she stayed put where she was.

One, for he was comforting her doughter and two, she did not dare move away without taking permission or being asked to move.

"Babuji... I do. she always cries out aloud when she is hungry."

A sudden bolt of lightning lit up the room for a second, quickly followed by a loud thunder. Thakur sahab heard her shriek before the scared bahu almost fell into his chest. Arushi started crying aloud once again, afraid. Thakur sahab opened his arms and engulfed both his bahu and the child in his arms, giving them comfort and protection. Rupali didi dug her face into Sasurji's wide chest while the recurrent thunder continued. Arushi too found comfort, and her wailing subsided.

They just stood there, a step or two inside Rupali didi's room, waiting for the thunder to pass and Arushi to calm down.

"Bahu..." he whispered, the two bodies still pressed together, and Arushi wedged in safety.

"Babuji?" he heard his bahu's soft voice.

"Are you okay?"

There was a cackle of thunder again.

"I am afraid ...I am scared, Babuji."

"Don't be. I am here" He said emphatically, trying to assure her that he was there to take care of her as well his granddoughter.

She nodded. She was feeling safe in his arms. The man she had felt so alien even a couple of days back was now so close to her and providing everything she needed. Her comfort, safety and security.

"I am not sure that I will be able to sleep alone in this weather," The urgency in those words did not escape Babuji.

Thakur sahab held them close to himself. His arms could feel her soft body. The sides of her breasts squeezed into his chest. What if her nipples rested on his chest? He quickly brushed the thought away. Yet, the feeling of her soft touches was soothing and gave him pleasure. He wanted this to continue for some more time.

Sasurji's thoughts wavered. Was it right? She was his bahu and it was his duty to protect her dignity and moral integrity. He was her guardian. And the need of the hour was to provide her with comfort.

"You do not have to be afraid bahu. You can be with me. And this baby, she is my granddoughter, my own blood, she should sleep in my room too," Thakur sahab said.

She peered up and her eyes gazed at him questioningly. Possibly, she hadn't expected this offer from her father-in-law.

"Babuji.. But...?" Rupali didi said hesitatingly.

"Bahu.." He looked at her sternly. Just a single word and eyes of admonishment was enough.

"Yes. Babuji". She nodded acceptance. .

"Come .." he said firmly. And, with an arm still around his bahu and the child within the other arm, he slowly walked her to his king size bed. The roar of thunder continued unabated. Yet, Arushi for some strange reason was somewhat quiet now.

All this time their bodies remained touching each other. The flimsy nightie providing little separation as did the kurta that Thakur sahab was wearing. Unknown to her, her touch had created a pronounced erection under his dhoti. Thakur sahab was acutely aware and tried to distance his body in a manner that would him to avoid contact. He hoped that she would remain unaware of what he was going through his mind and body.

With the child sleeping in the middle of the bed, Vijay Thakur lay down beside her and, advising my sister to sleep on the other side of the child, he closed his eyes. Gradually the weather improved, and the thunder slowly died down. Silence returned. It had been a long day for all of them and soon they all fell asleep.
I was standing at the open window to see then sleeping in Sasurji bedroom on his bed. it gave me strange feeling.

Sasurji awoke when he heard Arushi's soft cry. Thakur shahab always a light sleeper, was quickly awake.

"Bahu..." he called out. Rupali didi who seemed to be in deep sleep barely moved. His own eyes were roaming elsewhere till they were glued on to the rounded mounds pushing against Rupali didi's nightie. The taut nipples of his bahu stood out haughtily and Thakur shahab feasted on them for some time. I was afraid that he might be going to touch my sister huge melons but he didnt.

He waited for some more time, continuing to feast his eyes on her bosom and face and those amorous lips. Oh god! Oh god! If only he could bend down and kiss those pairs.

But Arushi cried again. Her mother had to be awakened immediately.Thakur sahab give her a light touch on her arm once more, hesitantly. Then followed that up by shaking her twice on the arm.

"Bahu... Bahu... ," Sasur ji said with a loudly before he saw her open her eyes.

"Arushi is hungry," he informed.

The patriarch repeated, his voice almost hoarse, "Feed her now Bahu. ..don't delay...she's crying so much because she is hungry." It seemed that he was hungry himself!

Rupali didi looked at the patriarch and then at her hungry baby. She had to feed her baby. But she simply couldn't feed the baby in that room, in front of Babuji. She blushed, her cheeks crimson on her fair skin. She fumbled for words as she got up from bed and stretched her hands to pick up Arushi.

"Babuji... shshh ..should I ...I g ggo to the other room?" she stammered, wondering if Babuji would excuse himself to save her from embarrassment.

There was a stern look from the man which Rupali didi could only interpret as an instant disapproval. But his words were still very comforting and caring.

"No Bahu, you feed Arushi here, on the bed. Don't feel shy. You are a mother who is going to feed her baby and that's natural. Come, sit on the bed and take the baby on your lap," her father-in-law said. He had stretched his hand to hold Rupali didi's hand and pulled her softly on to the bed.

 

[babasandy]

Having covered her bosom and, with Arushi lying cosily on her lap, Rupali didi held her nipple to the baby's thirsty mouth. Arushi started feeding instantly and suckling sounds could be heard by the patriarch who sat beside her bahu.

It was a wonderful picture of a lactating mother holding her baby and feeding her milk from her overflowing breasts. Honestly,my Rupali didi's pair was literally about to burst. The patriarch had been pampering his Bahu with the most nutritious food ever since she had returned from city.
My lund was totally erect watching my sister brestfeeding in front of sasurji on his king size bed.
No wonder that Rupali didi's breasts were too full of healthy milk. And there was enormous relief for Rupali didi when her baby started to draw out the milk from her swollen breasts, heavy and painful as they were. Caringly, she arranged Arushi's hair, even kissing the baby's head that was partly visible. The rest of the child lay hidden underneath the 'aanchal'.

Rupali didi looked up from the child to her father-in-law who kept looking at her intently. Rupali didi felt grateful to the man for taking so much care of her. She felt happy and seemed to be overcoming the loneliness that she initially felt when my jiju left. Any my sister would have felt very uneasy in such a situation before her father-in-law, but Rupali didi had a look of contentment in front of this rugged man. She felt cared, protected and loved, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude expressed itself in her eyes. But for this man and the warmth and care that he offered in a much-needed privacy, she would have felt helpless with her infant baby. Both kept quiet, each looking at each other now and then. Sometimes, they smiled when their eyes met, without uttering any word for a while.

"You are okay now, Bahu?" the patriarch suddenly asked, trying to break the stony silence.

Rupali didi, with a shy smile on her face and lips, nodded her head and said politely, "Ji (yes)."

"Arushi seems to be happy now," he said, and she went red with embarrassment without any apparent reason. To Rupali didi, however, the child's present 'happiness' was due to her overflowing breasts and she inferred that her Babuji might have alluded to this pair.

But she still nodded her head.

"You have given me a lovely grand doughter, Bahu," the patriarch said after a moment, "and brought good fortune to this family."

She looked up at him. Her face didn't hide her happiness at the compliment, and she nodded.

"I know you are taking good care of my granddoughter. Your child will always feel secured beside you wherever she is," he went on talking to keep the conversation going, "but I felt concerned at her shrieks. A grandfather's feelings and concerns, you know. I hope you didn't mind my intrusion in the middle of the night."

She nodded smilingly. "No, Babuji. I am happy that you came. I was terrified at the thought of being alone. I am terrified of lightning and the deafening thunder sounds that accompany. It is something that has grown since my childhood and I could never overcome this fear. I am feeling better being here in this room with someone around."

Rupali didi was being honest. Indeed, she was being drawn more and more to the charisma of this man. There was no more inhibition in sharing this man's room, sleeping on his bed, suckling her baby in front of him ... everything that usually a wife would be prepared to do if the man was her husband. Only thing was that there had to be absolute privacy for, no matter what, they would have to be discreet, and no one should know that they shared one room.

As a bahu, she would be very embarrassed if anyone in the haveli knew about this. She thought of requesting her father-in-law to maintain this privacy but then hesitated. Who was she to suggest? The man was far too elder and would surely know the necessity of discretion, of not letting others in the family have the slightest inkling that the master of the house and a father-in-law shared his bed with his young bahu. True, this was only for the benefit of the child and her mother, but hardly a valid reason for sleeping on the same bed.

Rupali didi was a bit unmindful when she was thinking about the necessity of privacy but quickly her attention riveted to the baby who seemed to have fallen asleep. No matter how much she tried, Arushi would not awaken and my sister was worried. The baby had fed on only one breast while the other remained untouched and full.



She was already feeling the pain that accompanied her full breasts and if Arushi didn't draw on the milk and ease her discomfort she would feel awful after a while. She prodded her baby a few times, shaking her firmly and even uttering her name to awaken her, but it didn't serve any purpose. She felt helpless and it was her helplessness that made her turn towards the patriarch sitting right beside her. He possibly sensed her discomfort and asked her if everything was alright.

"Bahu... ummm ... is anything bothering you?" The voice didn't hide his genuine anxiety.

Rupali didi looked up with a concerned face and said, "she is not feeding anymore."

"she must be full then. I think you should let her sleep," he said in conclusion.

"But..." Rupali didi tried to intervene.

"she might not have been very hungry, Bahu." He offered an explanation to his bahu.

But she kept on trying to move her doughter around, patting her back underneath the thin cover, but to no avail. "she is just being naughty. she isn't feeding anymore." Her eyes betrayed discomfort and helplessness.

It was then that the discussion between my Rupali didi and her father-in-law turned to something that's usually shared between a wife and her husband or, in some cases, between a mother and her daughter. Rupali didi was surprised how gradually she was able to answer these questions despite her shyness. Possibly this was because the man was so very caring to and warm towards her. He was now sitting just beside her. Their bodies touched one another now and then, but no one made any attempt to move away.

At one stage the patriarch asked her softly, "Bahu, are you being fully relieved?"

Such an embarrassing subject and my sister was red in the face at first. She only shook her head.

When the man asked if she had discussed this with the doctor, she answered that she did, and then told the patriarch exactly what the doctor had said.

"...he is needing less for a few days while I am producing more," Rupali didi said. The moment she said this she looked once at the patriarch, and then looked away.

Sitting on the bed, Thakur sahab absorbed what his bahu had just said.

"And does it cause discomfort bahu?" the patriarch followed up, trying to get to the root of the current situation.

Rupali didi looked very embarrassed and in discomfort, but she could realise that this man was her protector and she had to answer. Yet, something came over my sister and rather than addressing him as 'Babuji' which was a respectable way to address her father-in-law, she made it more personal, dear and loveable by addressing him as 'papa', just like a daughter would.

"Yes. papa. It becomes very full, bloated and very painful," she said, and already there were tears in her eyes because of the pain.

Thakur sahab , at first, was surprised at this sudden change in her way of addressing him. Papa is what one would prefer calling to his or her own father, not usually to a father-in-law. But, Thakur sahab suppressed his surprise, didn't question her, making her feel that it was a natural expression. In any case, he liked hearing it.

"And..."

"And when he does not take a full feed, they bloat and are painful," she said almost in tears. "It hurts, papa."

"And what did the doctor say about this?" he went on with his salvo of embarrassing questions.

Rupali didi went silent. She did not know how to respond.

"Bahu...," He said in a soft whisper, full of feeling and certain there would be valid explanation.

She remained silent, unable to open out further, till the patriarch goaded her again.

"Bahu...," his voice becoming a little firmer, "you must tell me ...or else how would I help you?"

"The doctor said...the doctor said...that the pressure is because of more milk ... only lessening the load would bring relief when these are so overly full."

"Relief? You mean when the child is not feeding on them?" He indicated her breasts with a movement of his head and eyes.


Rupa nodded her head shyly before she said, "Yes, I was told to relieve it ... mmmyself"

"How?" There was quizzical look on Thakur sahab's face.

"The doctor said... to do it wi ...with my ha... hands," Rupali didi stammered, "or, or... pumping, may be with someone's help." She hid her face in her hands.

Thakur sahab realised that it was taking her bahu a lot of courage to share such an intimate and private matter with her father-in-law.

Rupali didi's voice was muffled by her hands covering her mouth and face, but Thakur sahab could still hear her bursting into tears and say "And now ... now even my husband is not here... oh! what will I do ... I feel so lonely. Oh! why did he have to leave me?"

The patriarch was overwhelmed on hearing the bahu's predicament and sorrow. His concern for her and, at the same time, a simmering excitement merged somewhere in his thoughts.

Just then Rupali didi felt a hand on her shoulder at first and then the hand went across and slid down her naked arm where, just before her elbow, it rested. The patriarch pulled his bahu towards him, and then with the other hand raised her chin.

"Don't cry bahu, please," he said seriously but with lots of love, "I'll feel bad. Remember, I am here to help you and I promise I'll always do so." From the chin the hand went up and wiped the tears. With the other hand that was on Rupali didi's arm he pulled her towards him. Rupali didi too was taken in by this gesture and laid her head on his chest, crying on the man's kurta that soon became wet. The patriarch patted her back, trying to comfort her.

"Come, come Bahu, stop crying. You know your tears are hurting me," Thakur sahab said.

In a while, trying to take control of herself but still sobbing a little, Rupali didi murmured without looking up, "How will you help me papa in this pain?" Having seen her father-in-law's recent concern about her, Rupali didi believed that he would find a solution to mitigate her pain and discomfort even now.

"I don't make false promises to my bahu. If you don't feel too bad, I'll give you the relief. No, don't feel shy ... don't hesitate with someone who you just now called papa. I'll take as much milk as you can give," the patriarch said. He squeezed her arms and with the other, pressed her hand.

"What! Hey Bhagwan (Oh god)!" Rupali didi could only say at first, shock at hearing the suggestion. The idea was so bizarre that she shook in the man's arms and he, in turn, patted her on the back trying to reassure her, make her free and easy.

"Yes bahu. I'll have no hesitation in drinking the warm milk from your breasts," he said but Rupali didi could make out traces of lust in the voice. This was the first time that the patriarch had used the word 'breasts'. She shivered at the thought but soon realised that her body and mind were already receptive to this idea.

Eventually, to Rupali didi, these words now seemed to be a boon, for the relief that it would bring and, no matter how ridiculous the idea was, no matter how hesitant she had been, it excited her. She rubbed her head in the man's chest, warming up to him and there could be no doubt in Sasurji's mind that she had concurred and would be willing to offer her full breasts to his already greedy mouth. He felt an instant hardness simply thinking about it.

"May I see your breasts, bahu? See how full they are?" he asked openly now. His bahu's silent and subdued willingness had given him the licence to ask these questions freely.

"I am ashamed, papa," Rupali didi said, her face still dug into his big chest. She still hid the fact that she too wanted the burly patriarch to suckle her breasts.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of Bahu. No one will know ...only you and me, in the privacy of this bedroom," he said.

"Come bahu, let me lie on your soft lap. Pick up Arushi and place him on the bed since she is asleep." Rupali didi could make out the uncontrolled passion in that voice that merged with her own rising emotion and excitement.

My sister waited for a while, letting her shyness dissolve in her rising excitement before she had caringly placed Arushi on the bed. In the process of doing so, both her hands were occupied, and she could helplessly feel the 'aanchal' slip away from her breasts, undbanging that which a woman would never expose to anyone other than her husband. Placing Arushi on the bed, she quickly tried to retrieve the piece, but her father-in-law would have nothing of it. He held her hands, preventing her from covering herself, and silently admonished her with a shake of his head.

Thakur sahab stared intently at the breasts and the nipples that protruded out from the middle of her light brown areola. He stared admiringly, much to Rupali didi's discomfort and she blushed profusely, not able to look anywhere other than staring only at her child.

"Which one is paining the most?" she heard him asking. She hesitated, too ashamed to open her mouth and speak, pretending to be busy in attending Arushi. But the man was insistent.

"Which one bahu?" he implored again. And then, without the slightest hesitation, he had extended his big, rough hands and tenderly touched the right breast, squeezing it a bit to check the tenderness.

"Babujiiii!" Rupali didi cried out. Was it pain? Was it shock? Did it express a feeling totally different from pain or shock? No one, no male hand, had ever touched Rupali didi's breasts other than her husband's. It was a natural reaction at first, but she kept silent after that initial reaction, knowing the futility of protesting to this man when inwardly she too felt a tingling sensation run down her body. He squeezed a bit again.

"Ahhhh!" She heard her father-in-law exclaiming.

Rupali didi couldn't know if this exclamation by the patriarch signified his concern for her or, she thought shyly, expressed a feeling of his pleasure.

 

[Pradeep220899]

Nice story

 

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[babasandy]

The next couple of days naturally my didi was extremely cautious about her dressing while i was around. she was even undecided whether should remain bra-less in front of me especially in her nightwear. My sister boobs being big and heavy... especially not wearing a bra made them sway and swing quite noticeably when she moved about or bent down. Hence she was a bit stiff also when i was close to her or she talked to me. The better part was that even though she tried hard to think in a dirty way about my moves and intentions, but she was not able to do that, probably her blind sisterly love was not allowing that.

It was again my tuition day and Chacha-ji descended from upstairs and was giving lessons to me when she entered the room with tea and biscuits. Just at that time Chacha-ji gave me some homework for the next day and permitted (or rather ordered) me to go upstairs and help Haria (Chacha-ji’s servant) with some household chores.

As soon as i was out of the room, Chacha-ji indicated her to sit before him. Today my Rupali didi in her usual sari-blouse and had just completed feeding Arushi. she made sure that pallu was properly covering her bra-less mammaries inside choli.

Chacha-ji: To Rupali Beti... tum kuch notice kiye sandy ke bare mei inn do dino mei?

Rupali didi: Pata nahin Chacha-ji... mujhe to kuchh bhi abnormal nahi laga!

Chacha-ji: Kuch bhi abnormal nehi laga... strange!

Rupali didi: Ji... mujhe to sab normal hi lage!

Chacha-ji: Matlab... wo kya tumhare kareeb nehi ay aye do din mei?

Rupali didi: Nehi nehi... mera matlab pehle jaise tha... waise hi hai...bas! Mujhe sandy ko kisi gande harkat karte huye nehi dekha...

Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... ye important observation hai... kiyu ki chances are there that ye sare ashleel kitab padhke wo koi aisa-waisa harkat tumhare saath kar de!

Rupali didi: Nehi... aisa kuch wo nehi kiya... ek-do bar roz hi ki tarah wo mujhse chipakta zarror tha... aur college jane ke waqt mere galo pe kiss bhi karke jata hai... lekin...

Chacha-ji: Lekin kya?

Rupali didi: Mera matlab.. mujhe laga... nischit roop se mai bol nehi sakti... mujhe laga... sandy bari bari meri taraf dekh raha hai... matlab...directly nehi Chacha-ji...

Chacha-ji: Beti... ye to bahut natural hai... tumhari jawani... tumhari ye sundar shape... gora badan... us-e akarshit kar raha hai... aur ye to bilkul swabhabik hai...

she was obviously somewhat annoyed at such a loose comment from Chacha-ji.

Rupali didi: Ye kaise swabhavik ho sakta hai Chacha-ji? Har bhai kya apni bahan ko iss nazar se dekhta hai? Issi gandi soch ko to hume sudharna hai...

Chacha-ji: Zarur sudharna hai Beti... par sandy ka jo umar hai wo ek parivartan aur tabdilili se gujar raha hai... so you have to be v-e-r-y patient... mard aur aurat ke jaun-sambandh aur maithun ke bare mei wo abhi jaan raha hai... aurat ke sharir ke rahasya mei wo bada utsuk hai...

Chacha-ji probably paused a second so that she could grasp what he tried to mean.

Chacha-ji: Beti....is bich agar tum us-e rokogi... tokogi... ya fir harbadi mei koi decision logi... to wo tumse chupake sara kaam karne lagega... that’s why I said you have to be extremely patient.

she could feel that what this elderly man was saying probably made sense.

Rupali didi: Ji... mai jaldi bol gayi... ap shayad sehi bol rahe hain!

Chacha-ji: Aur sandy ke iss growing age mei hume us-e har tarah ki support karna chahiye... naki pratibandh aur rok...

Rupali didi: Ji... mai samjh gayi... ap jaise bolenge mai waisa hi karoongi Chacha-ji!

Chacha-ji: Beti, tum agar thoda compromise aj karti ho... kal ke liye wo sandy ke liye swdarthak hoga!

Rupali didi: Ji...

Unknowingly she was getting entangled inside the web of my elderly landlord’s perversion.

Chacha-ji: Iss liye sandy ke har ek movement mere liye jan-na bahut zaruri hai Beti...

Rupali didi : Hmm... mai samajh sakti hoon...

Chacha-ji: Ab ye batao ke ye do din mei sandy jo tumshe chipkata tha... wo kya aage se ya peechhe se tumhare kareeb ata tha?

she thought for a while recapturing the moments in mind when i hugged her in the kitchen or elsewhere.

Rupali didi: Umm... normally Chacha-ji.... matlab... peeche se!

Chacha-ji (almost muttering): Saali randi ke liye ye normal baat hai ki uska jawan bhai us se roz peeche se chipakata hai!

Rupali didi: Kya?

Chacha-ji: Kuch nehi Beti... mai ye keh raha tha ke ye jo Ram tumhe peeche alingan karta hai... tau tum apni pichwade pe uska lund feel kiya tha ki nahi?

Chacha-ji again started injecting bold direct physical words inconversation which immediately made her feel embarrassed and blushed.

Rupali didi: Haan... shayad thoda kiya tha...

Chacha-ji: Matlab... uska khada tha?

Rupali didi: Khada?... err... matlab... haan shayad... par mai thik se dhyan nehi de payi... kitchen mei kaam jo kar rahi thi.

Chacha-ji: sandy ka lund zarur khada tha Beti jab wo tumhare karreeb tha... ye to swabhabik sharirik prakriya hai... (thinking for a while looking upwards) kya woh apna lund tumhari gaand per ragad raha tha?

my sister naturally objected immediately as nothing of that sort happened.

Rupali didi: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa kuch sandy kabhi nehi kiya hai!

 

[babasandy]

Chacha-ji: Thik se socho Beti... ragad agar nahi bhi raha tha par zaroor wo uska lund tumhare gaand par daba raha hoga?

she thought for a while and had to admit that Chacha-ji was correct.

Rupali didi (nodding): Ji Chacha-ji... aap sehi bole... usne apna lu... err...I mean.... pressure to de raha tha mere peechhe.

Chacha-ji: Beti... bura mat manna... iss liye hi mai pooch raha tha kiyu ki ye harkat to normal hai ek jawan ladke ke liye karna.

she just remained quiet and as if waited for the next perverted question!

Chacha-ji: Yaha pe aur ek baat mehetwopurn hai...

she looked questionably at him. Chacha-ji nodded and took his left hand right onto his crotch area and started massaging his cock directly in front of my sister!

Chacha-ji: Ye jo sandy tumhe roz peeche se chipakta hai... uska khada lund tumhari pichwade mei dabata hai... uska irada tum samajh payi?

Rupali didi: Irada?

Chacha-ji: Kya tum ye dhyan nehi di ke sandy ka irada sirf uska lund tumhari mansal pichwade pe dabana nehi tha... bal ki wo tumhari ass crack pe apna lund ghusane ki kosis mei hai!

Rupali didi: What? Kabhi nehi... aisa kuch bhi nehi hua Chacha-ji... aap sandy pe bewaja ilzam laga rahe ho!

she honestly did not find me trying to do that, but day before yesterday when i hugged her from behind... she was totally unprepared and the posture was such that her heavy ass bumped on my crotch as she tried to move away initially from my hug and she clearly felt my hardened rod on her ass crack for a moment.

Chacha-ji: Tumhe shayad kharab lag raha hai meri baat... but you must also remember that I must have a clear understanding of sandy’s behavior... then only I can clearly see through his intentions... are you getting me Beti?

Rupali didi: Ji... ji... par aap ko kya lagta hai Chacha-ji... sandy kya puri tarah se bigad chukka hai?

Her sisterly mind was naturally very, very anxious about the state of my adolescence.

Chacha-ji: Wo kehne ki waqt abhi nehi aya hai Beti... let me first know the whole aspect.

Rupali didi: Hmm... okay...

Chacha-ji: Aachha ab thik se soch-ke ek baat batao...

Rupali didi: Kya Chacha-ji?

Chacha-ji: Jab Ram tumhe peeche se chipak kar apna lund tumhari pichwade par dabata hai... tau kya usne tumhari dono doodh ko bhi dabane ki kosish karta hai?

she blushed instantly and could not reply anything instantly.

Chacha-ji: Are beti... tum to shadi-shuda ho... tum kya nehi janti mard-logo ke achran? Aurat ke doodh dabane ka to bahana chahiye! Aur aisa bhi to nehi hai ke (he looked directly at her twin mammaries) ...tumhari mamme chote hai......ausndar hai... jhulne lage hai... jo sandy ko akarshit nehi karega!

Talking to this elderly man was indeed getting extremely embarrassing for her the way he was chatting. He clearly said (without saying) that her breasts are big, appealing and erect for any male to super-like. my sister could instantly feel an erection in her nipples and since today she was not wearing any bra the effect was much more profound and nipples started to harden and swell making her awfully uncomfortable sitting before a male. Moreover, she could sense that her thighs had started to emit slight amount of heat and it was difficult for her to sit still.

Chacha-ji: sandy bhi to jawan ho raha hai! Usse bhi pata chal raha hai ke kis harkat se anand milta hai aur kis-se nehi...

she was feeling so embarrassed that she was not able to utter a word. In the pretext of adjusting pallu she pushed her hands more towards her body and virtually tried to press her own breasts to feel at ease! Seeing her to blush, Chacha-ji repeated his question and he probably was more encouraged and smashed all decency levels!

 

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