A few hours had passed since Ramesh had ejaculated down his mom's throat. They were in the kitchen. Dhanya had taken a shower and put on new clothes. The floor was spotless, as if nothing had ever happened. Ramesh was completely nude and Dhanya was modestly covered. She was wearing a sarong that went from her waist to her ankles. She had a blouse on that went from her shoulders to just below her breasts. And she had a shawl on that she used to cover her exposed torso, putting it around her left shoulder so that the only skin showing between her neck and her waist was a little bit above her waist on her left side. Ramesh could tell she loved it, as she frequently checked him out. She also said this was normal, and that this was the way things were back then; and that they never should have changed.
Ramesh just realized he was submissive to his sister, who was younger than him, and dominant to his mother, who was older than him. He knew he was going to marry his mother first, as she was the oldest one, so she should be the senior wife.
"Hey Dhanya, can I titfuck you?"
"What's that? Theres no hole in my tits, silly!"
"Wow, Dad must have been having ordinary, vanilla sex with you if you never got titfucked!"
"What is it? Just tell me!"
"How about I show you?"
"How are you already horny? You just came down my throat an hour ago!"
"You're so sexy, Dhanya; I can't think of anything but sex when I look at you."
"Brother, I'm wearing clothes! How are you still getting horny?"
"Because you're just so hot! If you're naked, you're the most beautiful woman in the world! You're truly a goddess! You're my queen!"
"Oh, Brother! Use me! I wear these clothes so you don't fuck me all the time! I need a break, you know! But sometimes, I need to please you!"
Ramesh took Dhanya's shawl off, seeing a bit of her cleavage. He could see drops of sweat fall in the crack between her humongous melons.
Ramesh took her blouse off, seeing all of her cleavage.
"Wow, how did I never notice you had such nice tits?"
"You sucked them when you were a baby, sweetie!"
Ramesh took her bra off, exposing her breasts.
"You better cover these up, or else I'll be fucking you around the clock!"
Ramesh squeezed them, kneading their softness. He wondered how she fit these huge watermelons in her bra.
"You get molested on buses, don't you, Dhanya? After all, with such nice tits and ass, they won't spare you!"
"Yes, Brother. Every time. But one time was especially bad."
A few years ago, when you were in college in America and Nanda was on vacation with her friends, I was the only one at home. I was riding the bus, trying to go to the store to buy some vegetables. There were only four other passengers, and they were all men. The driver was also a man. He stopped at some dead end, and I immediately knew we were off course. The five of them got together and walked toward me. I panicked, as we didn't have phones back then, so there was nothing I could do. There were no people outside, as it was some deserted place.
A man came up to me and took my shawl off, ripping it into pieces.
"No! Please! I'll get molested if I don't wear that!"
"What do you think we're going to do to you, dumbass? Why would you get in a bus all by yourself?"
He pulled my blouse off, ripping it up. I began to cry.
He pulled my sarong off, destroying it.
I was now just in my bra and panties, wearing minimum clothing.
"Please! Any more and I'll be ashamed!"
He took my bra and ripped it up. I put a hand over each of my nipples. Then, he slid my panties down and destroyed them. I put my left arm over both of my nipples and moved my right hand to cover my vagina.
"Please! I'm completely naked now! What more do you want?"
"We've been waiting for a nice girl like you to come all alone. You've got some huge melons there and a nice plump ass."
