A story with definite incestuous and VERY definite anal and hair fetish themes. Please note this before reading this tale.
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After Kumar Singh handed the last customer of the day her change and wished her well he nodded towards his daughter, but Nina Singh was already on her way to the door, and as he watched his pride and joy turn the lock and flip the sign from OPEN to CLOSED he realized how fortunate a man he was.
Not only was Kumar the owner of India Bazaar, a niche grocery in Albany, New York that did a steady if unspectacular business selling all sorts of goods from his old country that local chains didn't sell, but he was blessed to live with two of the most wonderful women on the planet.
The woman he had been married to for the last 27 years, Hema Singh, was upstairs making supper, and although Kumar and Hema still had a very cordial relationship things had cooled a bit over the years.
Kumar understood this and could not complain because he was well aware that he was not an easy man to live with. His sexual needs were not only unusual but his libido had not only remained at a incredibly high level but had actually increased despite his becoming a half century old.
Perhaps it was because of his intense needs, or maybe it was a case of his wife losing interest because of her time of life, but Hema had conceded that not only did she not desire his affections like she had all these years but she no longer had it in her to try.
"You have my blessings," Hema Singh told her husband as she released him from the vows of fidelity. "I only ask that you be discrete and not embarrass me, and I will do the same for you."
Kumar took that as a signal that his wife not only did not want to cater to his offbeat sexual needs any longer but she had another interest, and Kumar didn't mind at all, especially when after installing a camera in the house he found that the other person in question was a woman.
Freed from his moral bonds, Kumar wasted not a moment of time because he had a woman already in mind. A young woman that worshiped him and had already made several hints over the years that she was more than willing to do anything to satisfy him.
She might not be as voluptuous as Kumar's wife Hema, but this woman was only 18 and was growing into her beauty, and in many ways was even more desirable to Amar. Furthermore, this woman not only didn't find his offbeat desires disgusting, she had embraced them and made them her own.
Now this woman was walking back through the store, her smoky dark eyes both seductive and shy as they glowed behind her thick glasses. Her bushy eyebrows arched when she watched her father looking at her with a glare that showed nothing fatherly, and as she moved behind the counter to pull the cash drawer out of the register she let a hint of a smile appear at the corners of her mouth.
"Busy day today," Nina Singh said as she pulled out the register tape so she could reconcile the receipts, shivering when she felt her father come behind her and place his hands on her wrists.
"Yes," Kumar sighed as his brown fingers slid up his daughter's slightly fleshy arms, his breathing becoming more rapid as he felt the soft black hairs on Nina's arms feather through his fingers while he leaned up against her backside.
"Father," Nina giggled as her father's fingers stopped to the edge of the short sleeved blouse and pinched the moist fabric under her arms, feeling her breath on her collarbone as he tried to look down the very modest neck opening at her breasts where the smallish globes well hidden under the layers of clothing. "I can't count like this."
"I can't help it," Kumar admitted as he nibbled on the back of Nina neck, making goose bumps appear up and down his daughter's arms as the downy hairs stood straight up. "These last nine hours have been torture for me, working with you like this and wanting you so bad."
"Would you rather I did not work down here all day?" Nina teased and then added, "I thought that I had satisfied you this morning before we opened the door."
"You had indeed," Kumar agreed, recalling how Nina had gone down on her knees to please him orally just before they unlocked the door. "But looking at you all day..."
"I like it when you look at me as you do," Nina explained as she felt her father's hardness press into her butt. "Makes me feel like a woman."
"This blouse drives me wild," Kumar said as he nibbled on Nina's earlobe while she finished counting the 20's. "When you lift your arms the sleeves drop down a little and I can see your bushy armpits. That makes me so hard."
"I didn't realize it was that obvious. I hope customers don't notice," Nina replied as she shivered. "After all not all men are like you."
"I don't care about other men. I know what I like," Kumar said, and in fact one of their best customers - a little old fellow who was obviously smitten with Kumar's daughter - had definitely noticed that Nina's armpits were unshorn.
Kumar in fact suspected that his daughter was aware of the old fellow's attraction to her underarms because she would often pretend to be fixing her hair while talking to the guy when no other customers were nearby, and Nina's father would get a chill when he saw the way the customer would react while peeking under her short sleeves. Much like he himself did, Kumar noted.
"Let's get this in the safe," Nina suggested regarding the receipts of the day, and her father was hot on her trail as they walked back behind the curtain to secure the money.
"Father!" Nina giggled as she bent over and Kumar placed his hands on her full hips.
"You know what I want most of all," Kumar said as he pushed his bulge between his daughter's plump ass cheeks, reveling in the joy's of her slightly pear shaped body.
"And you will get what you want, you know that very well," Nina said as she spun the dial on the safe and straightened up to face her father. "Do I ever refuse you?"
"No," Kumar responded as he wrapped her arms around Nina and kissed her, his hands squeezing her butt as their tongues dueled, and when he felt Nina's body grind into his they waddled over to the desk as one. "Want to see you my child."
"Father," Nina sighed as she was eased up onto the desk before her father's fingers danced down the front of her blouse and undid the buttons, and after the top was eased off of her round olive toned shoulders he unhooked her bra to free her grapefruit-sized breasts. "I worked so hard today and I got all sweaty. Wouldn't you rather I went upstairs to take a shower first?"
Kumar's answer was a chuckle because they both knew that he wanted Nina just as she was, gloriously natural in every way, and after he nodded to his daughter she instinctively raised her arms and put her hands behind her head.
"So sexy my love," Kumar growled when after seeing the thick tufts of jet black hair that filled the gentle hollows of his daughter's armpits he brought his hands up and raked his fingers through the moist jungles. "How hairy you are."
"Too hairy?" Nina asked with a smile as he father leaned over and buried her face under her arm, passionately licking and kissing the slightly tart bush that bore no evidence of the deodorant she had lightly applied that morning.
It was worth it, Nina thought to herself as she enjoyed her father's almost feral affections, recalling how the other girls at school used to make fun of her at gym class when no matter how much she tried to keep her arms down during exercising and the like, but she wanted to be like her mother so badly that she had never shaved anything put her legs below the knees.
She wanted to be like her mother because she had what she wanted most of all - her father - and Nina had always feared she would never have him. Despite her fervent praying Nina's breasts had never grown nearly as large and full as mother's, and although Nina had noticed her father's eyes on her as she grew up, it wasn't until she turned 18 that he made his interest felt.
While Kumar had never made a secret of his fondness for his wife's well-developed bosom, it was his wife's other assets that the man was most fond of, and it was in those other areas that Nina was more than blessed in because not only were Nina's armpits delightfully hairy, her pubic hair was even thicker and more wide-spread than her mother's expansive delta.
As Kumar chewed passionately under his daughter's right arm his hand was raking under her left, and then he changed sides while his erection seemed ready to tear right through his briefs and slacks. Without looking he knew that there was likely a large wet spot on the crotch of his pants where his weeping weapon had been leaking.
"I want to taste your ass," Kumar groaned into Nina's armpit when he straightened up and unbuttoned his daughter's slacks, and as he knelt down to help get them off he let his hands slide down her plump but shapely legs, smiling when he noticed how furry her calves had become since she stopped shaving them after graduating high school.
Kumar's face was now opposite Nina's crotch and even though her white panties were as modest as underwear could be they could not contain her pubic hair which sprouted out from the sides. The father breathed deep as she pressed her face against the cotton, which was damp.
"Did you soil yourself Nina?" Kumar asked non-judgmentally as he took in the ripe stench of her sex that poured through the cotton as if it wasn't there, the hairs of her dense bush pressing against the panties.
