Author's Note: Please read the earlier chapters of this series for the sake of continuity. I also urge my readers to send feedback and votes. This is very important to me.
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It was around five AM when I woke up with a full bladder & a hard-on.. Swati lay by my side, eyes closed and full breasts gently rising & falling as she breathed. She had put on a thin nightie sometime before we had gone to sleep, after our great fuck-fest the previous evening.
I went to the bathroom, carrying the cucumbers & eggplants I'd bought the previous evening. I quickly washed them and then put them to soak in hot water that I had collected in the wash basin. I hadn't forgotten my promise to teach Swati to pleasure herself. When I returned after my morning ablutions, I found her awake, although her eyes were still sleepy.
"Mmmh..." She snuggled up to me and puckered up for a kiss. I smelt toothpaste on her breath as we kissed languidly. It seemed that she had woken up a little before me.
"Ahh Sameer! You are so good to me!" She whispered after breaking our kiss, squirming deliciously as I stroked her breasts.
"My pleasure!" I replied. She started gently rubbing her hand up and down as I placed it on my tumescent cock.
"Your wife will be a very lucky girl, to get a husband like you!" She said, continuing to tickle my cock.
"With a soft heart and a hard cock!" She clarified, reading my quizzical expression, lightly squeezing my erection. I laughed out loud and slapped her bun playfully. She rarely used words like "cock", "fuck" etc.
"No. I mean it. Oh God! I wish I had waited for you to grow up and then married you myself." She said wistfully. We exchanged a long, light kiss.
"But that was not to be! I had to go and fall for Satish, of all the men!" She said. The venom in her voice was unmistakable.
"These things are fated, you know." I consoled her.
"Hm!" She responded. We enjoyed a comfortable silence in each others' embrace...
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"So, have you thought of getting married?" She asked, getting up. She gave me a speculative, sidelong glance. Her expression was inscrutable. She started brushing her hair. Her breasts swayed deliciously under the translucent nightie with the movement of her arms.
"No, not really. Why do you ask?" My curiosity was piqued.
"Kirti would make you a good wife, don't you think?" She asked, trying to sound casual, busying herself with brushing her hair and not looking at me. She was of course referring to her younger sister, who was in her final year, studying medicine.
"Well! I've really no plans to get married and in any case I've never thought about Kirti in that way!" I exclaimed, rather taken aback.
"You know, you can always start thinking now!" She persisted, still avoiding looking into my eyes. Her brush strokes became more vigorous. I knew she was up to something serious. I stood up and then pulled her up to her feet. I raised her face with a finger under her chin. She was inches away from me, no longer able to avoid eye contact.
"Swati, are you seriously suggesting that I should marry your younger sister?" I asked, astonished.
"Well, actually it is Aai's (her mom's) idea. She asked me to sound you out. She'll speak to your mother if you are OK with it." Swati blurted out, clearly uncomfortable.
"Oh, I see! And why did she choose you to sound me out?" I wanted to know. I was aware of the close proximity of her sexy body. My hand lightly caressed her upper arm.
"She knows that we are good friends." Swati lowered her gaze.
"I see. And does she know exactly how friendly we are?" I quizzed. My thumb was grazing her stiff nipple.
"Unhh... of course not!" She whispered after a barely suppressed moan, and then buried her face against my chest, holding me tightly. Clearly, she was feeling very awkward about the whole thing. I held her in a light embrace, giving her time to recover.
After a while I felt her shoulders start to shake and soon she burst into hysterical fits of laughter.
"Oh Goddd!!! She'll completely freak out if she ever finds out about... about this!" Swati said, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and kissing me. Our tongues dueled and my cock grew harder, poking her belly. My hand crept between our bodies and fondled her plump breast as we came up for air.
"But seriously, why not? Kirti is a really sweet girl, you know! And she is so good looking too!" Swati said, lightly pressing her hips against me. It seemed that she was just dutifully conveying her mother's message. I decided to play along.
"Yes. She's so sweet and innocent; and very beautiful." I agreed, stroking her back. It was of course true.
"She'll make you a good wife." Swati whispered, her lips tickling mine as she spoke.
"Yes... But don't you think she's a bit too... bland! Maybe I need someone spicier! Do you know somebody like that?" I whispered. My hand was stroking her silken thigh, moving gradually to her crotch.
"You mean sexier...?" Swati whispered, spreading her thighs apart a little, making room for my hand to move up.
"Yes... and bitchier..." I responded. My fingers were lightly brushing her pussy by now.
"Sluttier...?" Swati asked. Her eyes were inflamed with lust.
"Yes!" I growled.
"Anhhh..." Swati moaned as I thrust my middle finger deep in her pussy and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her fingers gripped the base of my cock hard, and then released it, continuing with feathery caresses on my shaft. My hips moved back & forth, trying to get the maximum pleasure from her touch.
"Oh, it's so hard... so hot... I need it bad..." She kept whispering as her nimble fingers played on my cock head, getting wet with my secretions.
