It was mid summer in South India and the morning air inside the small kitchen hung thick and humid with a tinge of cardamom as Ramya was busy brewing chat. She's a forty-five years old mother of two. She was still in her nightgown and she looked much younger than her age. She was lean and had maintained a well toned body despite having two adult daughters. Ramya stood by the stove, with her bare arms bearing the heat that came from the pan as Diya, the eighteen-year old younger daughter sat across the table, with her hair still messy from sleep, and her long legs bare beneath the hem of her nightgown.
"Amma, more milk?" Asked Diya with her voice still tender and husky with a tinge of sleepiness.
As Ramya turned, he gaze fell at Diya's nightdress. Diya had just turned eighteen ago and had a reasonably fair complexion just like her mother. She too was lean but still looked quite skinny and had long limbs compared to her mother, and her physique was still getting matured into a grown up woman.
"Coming right up, sweetheart." Said Ramya.
Maya, the twenty-one years old elder daughter, slowly trodden into the kitchen with her midriff exposed as her tank top rode up quite well. Maya was more dusky than her mother and Diya but sported a fully grown physique and, though lean, she was muscular where she needed to be.
"Smells like heaven." She said with her voice still breaking.
"You're up early, Maya," asked Ramya, pouring the steaming chai into the mugs.
"Couldn't sleep," Maya mumbled, stretching her limbs and taking a seat on the table.
Her night shorts covered only a few inches of her skin below waist and gave a good bit of exposure to her well toned and well built long limbs.
"Too hot." Said Maya, still feeling quite sleepy and literally relating the hot and humid conditions early morning.
Ramya slid a mug towards her daughter.
"Maybe you should wear something less restrictive," Diya quipped, with a hint of a smile on her lips having had a good gaze at Maya.
Maya's eyes flashed hearing the double meaning hint of her younger sister.
"And maybe you should wear something more," quipped back Maya, gazing into the bare legs of Diya beneath her nightdress.
Ramya felt her breath stuck.
The air seemed thicker and about to crackle in the kitchen with undisclosed desires hanging around.
"Maybe we all should," Ramya whispered, as her own sleeveless nightgown suddenly felt too thin though it covered almost up to her ankle.
Their eyes met and a silent conversation passed between them which encompassed an array of emotions and desires.
Ramya took a sip of the cardamom chai, the warmth spreading along her body trying to chase away the nervousness. But she couldn't resist much and contemplated whether her daughters too desired something of her kind. She had a mixture of thoughts but suddenly she spoke out rather inadvertently.
"So, who wants to start?" Ramya asked gingerly without even understanding what she was asking.
A playful silence stretched between them this time with a lot of anticipation and suspense.
Suddenly, Maya broke the silence.
"Truth or dare, Amma?" she asked, looking at Ramya.
"Truth," Ramya replied, her voice barely heard.
Her response spun a delicate web in the air. Ramya's heart pounded against her ribs, as Maya's gaze caught upon her.
"Whom did you feel more attracted among us? Maya or Diya?" Maya asked in a silky voice.
Ramya's face flushed and the silence seemed heavy with unspoken possibilities. Diya too seemed curious, looking at Ramya without breaking her gaze.
"Well," whispered Ramya. "Both of you."
The admission hung in the air. Maya let out a gentle smile as she looked at Diya who seemed rather confused.
"Which one, be specific?" Diya asked, with her voice breaking.
"Both" reaffirmed Ramya with a smile.
Ramya felt the weight of her words while Maya's smile widened and Diya's face flushed as it turned red.
"Well, since Amma likes both of us equally, how about we give her a taste of what she desires?" Maya said, rolling her eyes.
"Wait. It's my turn now" Ramya stopped Maya, "Truth or dare, Maya?" And asked.
Maya seemed well equal to the challenge while contemplating where this was heading, with a mischievous smile.
"Of course, dare" declared Maya, with a grin.
"I dare you to kiss Diya, right here and right now," said Ramya, her heart beating fast with excitement and fear knowing the far reaching consequences of what she had just said.
Maya's eyes lit with excitement as well as anticipation. She slowly rose from her chair and made her way to her younger sister who was only a couple metres away. Diya's eyes widened and darkened all of a sudden, trying to take in what was happening exactly. Her face was still red, as she watched her sister approach.
Maya came close and cupped Diya's face with both hands. She lifted it slightly so they could look eye to eye as Maya was a few inches taller than Diya.
"Close your eyes," Maya whispered looking at Diya, and her younger sister obeyed without uttering a word.
Maya bent down a little and slowly brushed her lips with her younger sister's before locking lips with her firmly. Diya obeyed and obliged, opening her mouth gently as her breath got heavier. Maya pressed Diya closer to her, holding her now by the shoulders as Diya let out a slight moan. Their bodies pressed together for a few more seconds until Maya drew back and nonchalantly returned to her chair while Ramya watched the whole scenario with a blend of joy as well as uneasiness.
"Your turn now, Diya, truth or dare" Maya decided to go ahead with the game without thinking twice, asking her little sister.
"I want, maybe a dare," Diya responded, her voice now quite sharp and wanting.
Maya thought for a moment.
"I dare you to kiss our mother" declared Maya, with a wide grin on her face.
Diya's eyes lit up and went wide and she looked over towards her mother who rather looked eager and anticipating
"Do it," Maya whispered, looking at Diya and Diya looked at Ramya, for her approval for which Ramya nodded gently with a smile.
Diya got up and walked over to Ramya, leaned forward and kissed lightly on her lips. Ramya opened her mouth gently trying to let Diya in and their tongues met tentatively. Their bodies pressed together a little as Diya pulled back quickly.
"It's my turn, Amma, truth or dare?" Diya too was up for the game now, asked..
"I choose to dare," Ramya said, this time quite comfortable with the proceedings.
"I dare you to touch Maya's thighs," Diya said with a wide smile looking at both her mother and sister.
"Oh, really?" exclaimed Ramya.
She didn't wait much and moved swiftly towards Maya and her hands moved to caress Maya's thighs. She caressed them gently, feeling the softness of the skin and firmness of the muscles. Maya leaned back, her legs parting slightly rather voluntarily.
"Now kiss them," Diya whispered, as her voice had turned thick with lust.
Ramya bent down and plated soft kisses on Maya's thighs as her tongue was out to taste the warmth of the skin. Maya gently moaned as her body trembled slightly with pleasure as Ramya moved back.
"It's going to be only dares here onwards I think" quipped Ramya, composing herself, and Maya and Diya looked at each other in obvious agreement.
"Show us your panties, Maya," dared Ramya, with a grin.
Maya stood up from her chair and her hands went to the waistband of her shorts. She slowly pulled them down, revealing her white lacy panties. She stood in her tank top and panties and rather bothered not to pull up her shorts back again.
"Wow!" exclaimed Diya, with her eyes gone wide as Maya stepped out of her shorts, having let it fall on the floor.
"Do you like them?" Maya asked with a sly smile looking at Diya.
