Adding another fantasy involving sex with a girl and her mother (individually, for now). All characters are 18 years or older.
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I was the black sheep of my family. A huge disappointment to one and all. My father and his brother (my uncle) had a very profitable confectionery company in South India. Being the eldest of the next generation, it was assumed that I would take over the business. But sometime during my teens I found my calling elsewhere. I dropped out of high school and after a few mistakes and missteps I found myself in the Merchant Marine.
Fortunately, none of my siblings or my cousins shared my desire to break free of the shackles of a strict society. They followed my father in expanding the business throughout the State and beyond.
But I travelled the world and saw places and things only a few were fortunate to do (early 2000s). I had months long assignments on ships and foreign ports and hardly got to see my family. But we all found it possible to keep abreast of what was happening with all of us thanks to the magic of the Internet. I was made aware of every birth, death, wedding, coming of age, house warming, success and failure. They in turn always had the news of each of my adventures (and misadventures) from my emails that I dutifully filed to my sister.
My father had said, "Son, someday this will all be yours. You need to act like the eldest in the family. It's good for you and the rest of us." So somehow in my mid twenties I allowed myself to be convinced by my family to get married, all in their attempt to help settle me and put down my roots.
I took a job at the port and tried my hand at what people said was 'normal'. It was a disaster waiting to happen, and within a year I found myself back at sea and working as a First Officer aboard a container ship plying the South China Sea. My wife and I were 'separated', as no one in our family was supposed to divorce. She had her life and I had mine and that's how we lived for the next twenty five years or so.
So it was that in my fifty-first year I found myself back in the great, huge patriarchal home, attending a wedding of one of my cousin's sons. As with any Indian wedding the gathering was huge and loud. The house was filled with the chattering of guests, the wailing of babies and the nuisance of young kids running around and the constant aroma of spices from the kitchen that seemed never to stop. My head was spinning in trying to keep up with the people and how they were related to me if at all. Fortunately I was given my old room and I found refuge and relief in it as often as I could.
The first afternoon I was sitting alone, watching the crowd, when a sweet (and almost sexy) voice said, "Hi Arun periyappa, how are you? When did you get here?"
(periyappa is a term for your dad's older brother)
I turned around and looked up at the strikingly beautiful face of a young lady who was bending down offering me a tray containing cups of steaming coffee.
Needless to say I couldn't place her, and I stammered, "Eh. Eh.. I.. I got in this morning.. Good. How are you?"
She lifted her huge, black eyes to mine and held them for a while. "You don't know who I am, do you?" She was bold, I gave her that. She held my eyes as she smiled sweetly, showing rows of perfectly white teeth and her dark brown lips. She was still leaning towards me, her body bent down offering me coffee on the tray, and out of the corner of my eye I could see her deep cleavage down the front of her top. Her big breasts hung heavy and pulled her top down even more and I could sense the supple tops of her tits. My heart skipped a beat.
My mind raced at the speed of light trying to figure out who she was. She called me 'periyappa', so clearly a daughter of one of my brothers or cousins. I quickly eliminated one girl after the other and landed on what I thought was her name.
"Chitra?"
"Yes!" she gleamed. "You got it! Wow! It's been, like, fifteen years since we saw each other last! "
She straightened up and I could see her from head to toe for the first time. My, how Chitra had grown. I remembered her as a gawky, long legged kid with glasses, braces and oily hair her mother had put into double plaits. And now..
"Damn," I thought to myself, "Look at her!" She was statuesque. She wore a salwar kameez without a dupatta (A scarf-like piece of cloth that goes over a girl's top covering her breast). Her chest was firm. Her kameez (top) was tight across her breasts, without a wrinkle of a pinch on the cloth. Her bra was clearly visible and it hugged and outlined her boobs, leaving nothing to the imagination. The swell of her breasts was visible in the cleavage of her dress. Her sleeves were short and I could see her well formed arms and hands. Her Salwar (bottom part of her dress) was skin tight and highlighted the curves of her calves and the thickness of her thighs. The V made by her fantastic thighs and her belly was unmistakable. She had her hair in curls and they framed her face and fell to the middle of her back.
I tore my eyes from her body and looked up at her. She was still beaming. Her round face looking down at me, her lips parted and eyes expectant. I was sure she had noticed me giving her the once over. She balanced the coffee tray in one hand, and with the other took the hair from one side of her face and pushed it behind her ears in one smooth motion. Her big earrings accented the roundness of her face.
"Damn!" I said to myself once again. "She's your brother's daughter. Get a hold of yourself.
But wait! Wasn't she married? Yes, now it all came back to me. She was married to that guy from that family that owned that electrical business. But I heard they were separated now. I'd have to get to know her better.
"Well... ," I managed to say, and she giggled and put her hand to her face covering her mouth, delighting in my embarrassment.
"Oh my, who do we have here?" said another sweet voice, and I turned to face a woman who looked like an older version of Chitra. She could only be... could she?... is she? She has to be....
"Charu?" I said. Charu would be my youngest brother's wife. She was the youngest in the family. She was outgoing and frank and loud and opinionated - all the features that were anathema in a woman in my family. But I liked her. We had seen each other but a few times after she married my brother and came into the family, but we clicked in a familial sort of way. Unknown to others, she and I had connected over social media. I sent her updates on all the places I had been, and even managed to sneak in a few gifts and presents along the way, all in good fun.
"Yes! Arun! So nice to see you! God! We have a lot of catching up to do. How are you?"
I was dumbstruck. She was gorgeous in the simple Pretty-Indian-Homey-Wife sort of way. She was thick but not plump. She had obviously taken care of herself and her body. Her blouse was tight on her arms, and in front her bra strained to hold up her big breasts. The pallu of her sari ran between her beautiful tits, her dark bra inside her blouse visible through the light, sheer cloth of her blouse. Her face did not show her age, and was the color of dark coffee and her skin was flawless. And from the corner of my eyes I could make out her exposed tummy and her navel peeking out from the top of her sari on her waist. She did not have the thick, fat stomach like most women her age. Her's was almost flat but for a slight bulge. Her thighs pressed prominently and were clearly outlined against her sari. Gawd.. she was so fuckable! And.. and I knew very well that I was checking her out. Man, I was desperate as I realized it was about three weeks since I fucked someone. I could not help it.
"I am well, Charu. You?"
"You look very good Arun. The years on ships have done you good. You don't look ...you look in great shape..." she laughed softly.
"Yeah. A lot of down time on the job. Nothing much to do. You know, go running and lift weights and work out to fight boredom." I hesitated, and added, "You look different as well, from the last time I saw you, what ten years ago?"
