.5 - the Sleepover

Author's Note:

This chapter is to recap what happened that night after Jhanvi left Pooja Didi alone with Suraj and Karan all night. The next chapter 21 will be out shortly, and I hope everyone enjoys this appetizer of a story about Pooja Didi's first night of debauchery with our two studs.

***

"Now that she's gone. Anything you guys want to do next?" Pooja Didi asked, closing the door behind her. Her pink saree tied low on her hips giving us a nice view of her sexy, bare waistline. The thin pallu draped across her left shoulder, barely covering her deep-cut made her look like a sexy actress from a Bollywood movie.

Infact, my gorgeous Didi actually looked better than almost any actress. Afterall, she was all natural, gorgeous face, curvy body and big tits I had fallen in love with, while Bollywood actresses have a lot of makeup and stuff to make them look good.

Karan eyed her lustfully, reaching up and gently caressing her bare waist, "Well, I have a few ideas..."

"I bet you do..." Pooja Didi said, rolling her eyes and pinching his cheek affectionately. "But maybe we should order something to eat first? I'm starving! And I'll bet both of you are too, especially after our earlier... intense workout!"

"I agree... Let's eat first... And THEN... Then we can have our dessert!" I suggested with a roguish wink.

"Oh god you two can be such idiots, sometimes. Dinner first and then dessert..." Pooja Didi replied, rolling her eyes and shaking her head, "Men!"

"Hey, how can a guy ignore the obvious when you look so damn sexy, even in a Saree!" I teased, reaching out and pulling her towards me, her lips just inches away from mine, "And don't tell me that you are not excited about being fucked again?"

"Maybe..." She whispered in a soft, seductive voice, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "But only if you two are behave!"

"Oh, we'll be good alright... and so will you..." I murmured, pressing my lips against hers, "A good slut for our cocks."

Didi moaned into the kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I could feel her hands snaking up to my chest, running over the muscles as she bit my lip passionately. She was in the mood; I could definitely tell.

"Okay, lovebirds..." Karan chuckled, "Let's eat first, before you two decide to skip the dinner and go straight for the 'Dessert'!"

Pooja Didi blushed at his words, pulling away from me. She turned to him and playfully smacked his chest. "Oh shush, you! You go order us some dinner!" She ordered, pointing towards the living room. "And in the meanwhile, I'll go fry up some of those aloo-pakodas you two loved back then!"

She traced her fingers across both our lips seductively before turning around and heading to the kitchen leaving two very horny guys eyeing her curvy figure from behind.

"She's so fucking hot, man!" Karan whispered, his eyes following Pooja Didi's ass, "I can't believe you have both, her and Jhanvi, to yourself every day!" He added, looking at me with clear jealousy in his eyes.

"Oh, come on, you have your own share of beautiful women. You've got Disha to fuck 24x7. Not to mention, my sister is practically staying with you for the last few days, under the pretext of studying with Disha. Don't tell me you aren't taking full advantage of the situation with two sluts like them staying with you!" I said with a chuckle, punching his shoulder, "You're just as lucky as me!"

"Yeah, I know..." he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head "I still wonder how two nerds like us ended up fucking four of the hottest girls we knew..."

"Well, you can thank me for that later. But first, let's get dinner out of the way so we can have some fun," I said with a grin, "I'm starving!"

***

Pooja Didi spent the next half-hour in the kitchen, cooking our some delicious pakodas for us while humming a romantic Bollywood tune. Meanwhile, Karan and I decided to explore the house while we waited. It had been ages since Karan had been here. As kids, we used to hang out in the living room, watching TV and playing board games all day, while Didi looked after the three musketeers.

"Look how young we were!" Karan laughed, pointing to an old photo of our group from our school days, all dressed up in our uniforms. "Remember our study group, the four of us with Didi tutoring!"

"Well, here we are, back in the same group. But this time, instead of a study session, it is a fuck fest!" I chuckled. "This time, it is you and I who are tutoring Didi and Jhanvi on being the best sluts possible."

"I'm still trying to wrap my head around this, you know. I mean, everyone always sort of knew that Jhanvi and you were going to end up together. Even when we were in school... and now, she and Pooja Didi are BOTH in love with you!" Karan said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Well, to be honest, I never thought of Pooja Didi in THAT way back then. But you know, this entire situation started when Didi proposed to me, can you imagine that?"

"Wait, she asked YOU out!" he exclaimed, looking back at Pooja Didi, who was singing to herself, her hips swaying seductively, "Normally, she seems so strict and reserved. But tell me again how you ended up getting her AND her sister to be your... your... well...lovers?! Normally when one gets proposed to, they date the girl. They don't turn around and make both her and her sister his wives!"

"It's not a simple as Dad. I think I always loved them both and we three always knew it in our hearts. But I never realized this... until I lost them to Ravi and Kishore..." I replied thoughtfully. "I took them both for granted and never fought for them... and they ended up in the arms of those bastards!"

"But now that they are mine again..." I continued, a determined look on my face, "I'm going to make damn sure that they remain mine... Forever..."

While we chatted, we strayed into a room that Didi had probably been using for storage. There was a bunch of old junk piled high in one corner of the room but a large number of cardboard cartons caught our attention.

"Hey, what's this? It's got our gangs name on it!" Karan called out, pulling up one of the cartons. I helped him dust it off while searching for something to cut the tape.

We found a pair of scissors in a toolbox and sliced open the top flaps on one of the boxes to reveal a large polaroid camera and a bunch of photo albums!

"Oh man! This is full of photos our group." Karan muttered, picking up the one of the albums and examining it, "Look at Jhanvi and Didi. They look so sexy in those cute little uniforms..."

I looked at the picture he was pointing at, Jhanvi was probably 16 and Didi was a senior, just about to graduate from the school.

"Oh man! They used to look so HOT then... I mean, they have always been sexy, but they looked especially HOT in those convent school uniforms!" Karan said, whistling softly, "I can't believe our school uniform had the skirts this short!"

I looked at the picture as a wave of nostalgia washed over me. Both sisters were standing side by side, their arms around each other. Both were wearing the standard uniform consisting of a white blouse, a red tie and a red pleated skirt. Behind them, Karan stood with a wide grin, trying to photobomb the girls, making bunny ears behind their heads.

"I remember this... Didi had just gotten the camera for her eighteenth birthday from my dad. She went through dozens of films within a month, what with the non-stop photos she kept taking." I said, handing back photo album, "Maybe there's an album of our graduation in here somewhere."

However, instead of the graduation album, I found something that made me stop and look up at Karan with a wicked grin on my face.

"Karan! Suraj! Where are you two hiding? The food is here...", Pooja Didi called out from the living room, interrupting our nostalgic stroll down memory lane.

Karan slipped the thing we found into a small bag, and I quickly put the boxes back in their original positions.

"Coming, Didi!" Karan yelled back, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"This is gonna be fun..." He said, grinning at me, "I can't wait to see the look on her face when we show her this!"

***

"You know, it was your mom who taught me this recipe, Suraj. I remember her telling me so fondly how you used to love these." Didi said, placing a plate of pakodas on the dining table, next to the boxes of take-out food. "I hope it tastes just as good as when she made it..." She finished as she took a seat on the table between the two of us.

"Didi, I manage a resort in Goa and all my meals are prepared by professional cooks..." Karan said with a grin, "But I would still kill for some homemade pakodas! Especially if they are Aunty Ji's recipe."

"Yeah, and... I've been on toxic hostel food just until a few months ago." I chimed in, "Anything that's not instant noodles is a feast. Especially if it is something mom used to make!"

"In that case, you boys better eat up then! Tell me if they taste just as good as when Aunty Ji made hers," she said, blushing slightly and picking a piece of a pakoda, putting it to my lips.

I took a bite, my eyes widening in surprise. "This is delicious!" I exclaimed, taking another bite, "It tastes exactly like how Ma used to make it!"

"You're not just saying that, right?" she said happily, picking up her plate and serving herself.

"No, no... This is so great Didi. You are such a good cook!" I leaned in to give her peck on the cheek, "I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have a wife like you."

***

Over the next half-hour, we dug into the delicious meal and chatted about our lives over the past few years. Karan regaled us with stories of his escapades in Goa and how he managed the business. By the end, we moved over to the couch, continuing our chat over a glass or two of whisky.

A bit of alcohol and nostalgia was the perfect mix for loosening up Didi, who couldn't really handle her liquor well (My epic fuck with her and Tara at our school reunion was proof of that!).

Pretty soon Didi was laughing at Karan's jokes with tears in her eyes, "Oh my GOD... I wish I was there to see that, Karan! I bet your father must have a high blood pressure now, what with the antics you keep coming up with."

"Well, He's come round to trusting me and letting me have a free... and it's working so far..." Karan shrugged, with a smile, "Dad doesn't think of me as a screw up anymore. The resorts side of our business was flailing a few years ago but with my new ideas in place, it's booming now! "

"I am really happy for you..." Pooja Didi replied earnestly, reaching out and pinching his cheek, "And I'm glad the two of you are back together after so many years. I've missed the gang!"

"We missed you too, Didi." I whispered, reaching over and planting a kiss on Pooja Didi's cheek while my fingers ran along the curve of her waistline, "And I am going to make sure that we never have to be apart again."

"Suraj! We have plenty of time for that later!" She exclaimed, playfully pushing my hand away, "Let us just relax for now... okay? I'm enjoying this... The three of us, chatting like old times."

I glanced over at Karan, "Hey, If Pooja Didi wants to chat first, I'm all in?" He replied, "But, maybe if we are going to recreate 'old times' then we might need something else..." he added, giving her a mischievous grin.

"Something... like what?" she asked, a suspicious look on her face.

In response, Karan pulled out the bag from behind the couch and we both scooched over closer to her.

"Karan... Suraj... you just said..." she gasped in a low voice as our hands reached out and caressed her soft, curvy body.

"Oh, we will chat for some time just like old days..." Karan whispered into her ear, his fingers now teasing her navel, "But... you weren't dressed like a traditional housewife back then, were you, Pooja Didi?"

"You see, we found these back in the storeroom in a box." I replied, pulling out an old school uniform from the bag in Karan's hands, "and we just thought that we should have a quick re-enactment of the old days..."

She was confused for a moment until she suddenly recognized the uniform and understood what we wanted, "Where did you find that! And... you want me to... wear those again?" She asked in a whisper, reaching out to touch the uniform.

"Yes! I mean... you used to wear this everyday back then, right? And you used to look so hot and sexy in it. I mean, wearing it again shouldn't be a problem now, should it?" Karan asked.

"Well, for one thing, I'm not in school anymore!" She protested, as she stretched out the outfit to look at it properly, "And you dolts picked out the smallest one... this is not the one from my senior year, it's probably one from my earlier days in high school. Look how short it is!" She replied, her voice trailing off into a gasp of embarrassment. "It will probably be too small for me now..."

I shrugged and held up the uniform to her body, "Hmmm... I think it'll probably fit you perfectly. Maybe even better than back then. Come on... try it on!" I said, grinning from ear to ear.

"You guys are impossible! I cannot believe this! I'm a grown-up woman now and..." She protested, her face turning red.

But Karan was persistent, "Come on, Pooja Didi! Just a little re-enactment. We promise that if you wear it, we will behave ourselves for the next hour..."

She stared at the both of us incredulously, but we could tell that our persistence was wearing her down.

Finally with a reluctant sigh, she took the uniform from my hand. "Okay fine, you two are impossible. I'll put this stupid uniform on, but only so that you two can stop bugging me about it! But after this we'll just chat for at least an hour."

"Deal!"

"Oh god, the things you make me do, Suraj!" She said, rolling her eyes and rising off the coach, "You guys are so childish!"

"Yeah... but you love me anyway, right?" I said with a laugh, smirking at Karan, who had the same mischievous grin on his face.

"Give me a couple of minutes... I'll put this stupid thing on and then I'm going to sit with you guys for the next hour without any more of your perverted antics. Understood?" She replied, a stern tone in her voice as she disappeared into a side room.

***

"Now if I see either you laugh, there is going to be a double murder here tonight..."

Her face was beetroot red when she emerged from her room, clad in her middle school uniform. And it was obvious as to why. The uniform was several sizes too small and it looked more like a slutty cosplay more than ever!

The buttons on the white shirt were straining to contain her boobs and the top three were undone. She had given buttoning up her big breasts completely, leaving her shirt open and showing off the deep valley between her breasts. Her old school tie, hung loose around her neck, resting sexily in her cleavage.

The red-pleated skirt was even sluttier. It was already short by school standards, but now, it barely reached her mid-thigh and hugged her hips tightly, showing off her luscious, curvy legs.

And as if all this was not enough. Pooja Didi had, without any nudge from us, decided to put on a pair of white knee length socks and tied her hair into a long ponytail with a red bow. Just like she looked, back in our school days. That was a really nice touch which she thought would add to the nostalgia but in reality made her look even sluttier.

"Holy crap! Pooja Didi..." Karan groaned in awe, staring at her gorgeous, voluptuous frame. "I mean..."

"I told you it wouldn't fit... I look ridiculous, right?!" She said sheepishly, tugging down at the front of her skirt, trying to get it to cover more of her thighs, "I did my hair and found a pair of socks that matched my look back then... and well, here we are... So, are you guys satisfied? Can we talk like normal human beings now?"

I glanced over at Karan whose jaw was still hanging open. Like me, he couldn't stop his gaze from travelling up and down Pooja Didi's voluptuous body in that outfit. I know it didn't make any sense, but Pooja Didi in this tiny school-girl uniform looked orders of magnitude hotter than the fishnet lingerie and her sister had worn for our afternoon romp.

"Well, why are you guys so quiet?" she asked nervously, walking up to us. She looked so hot, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her skirt, cheeks flushed with nervous embarrassment, "What do you think? Like it?"

Like is an understatement... I thought to myself, looking over Pooja Didi's stunning figure. Her huge, soft tits bulged against the confines of the tiny white shirt, her red bra showing through the gaps of the unbuttoned top. Her big, juicy ass was practically spilling out of the tiny skirt and her smooth, curvy legs looked absolutely delicious in the white knee-high socks that she'd decided to put on. And her long dark hair, tied together with a red ribbon, completed the picture perfectly.

She looked like every teenage boy's wet dream come true.

"What... What do you both think? You aren't saying a word... Do you both like it? I feel a little embarrassed, to be honest... but you two wouldn't stop bugging me to wear the outfit so... Here I am! So... how does it look?"

I glanced over at Karan, expecting a witty comeback. But from the expression on his face, it seemed that his brain had short-circuited. He just stared at Pooja Didi, dumbstruck.

"Well... I'll take that look on his face to mean yes," I replied for him while Pooja Didi looked at Karan and then back at me, "You look absolutely gorgeous, Didi!"

Pooja Didi rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless as she took her seat between us on the couch. Her cheeks blushed crimson at my compliment.

"I never thought I'd get this self-conscious... to be honest." She admitted shyly, "But I was always such a good girl back then and wearing this uniform again brings back memories..."

"I'll bet." I said, grinning broadly, my hand moving over to her sexy thighs and stroking her soft smooth skin, "But you're not a good girl anymore, are you?" I teased her, my fingers tracing the hemline of her thin skirt.

She blushed even more, placing her hand on mine to hold its advance, "Well... I guess not." She replied, her voice dropping to a whisper, "But before we do anything else... we have an agreement. One full hour... of just chatting and nothing else!"

"And then..." Karan chimed in, finally coming back to life, his hand joining mine in stroking her thighs.

Pooja Didi glanced at both of our faces, our lustful expressions betraying our eagerness. She first leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips and then turned to Karan, leaning in to give a soft peck on his lips.

"And then... I will be your personal cumslut. All. Night. Long."

***

The next hour was excruciatingly frustrating for all of us. We wanted to fuck her right then and there. And I was sure that even Pooja Didi wanted nothing more than to be fucked by the two of us!

But she had made up her mind to be an absolute tease. She even set an alarm for one hour and placed her phone on the table in front of us.

"Remember the rules! My uniform stays on... and no kissing!", she said sternly, wagging her finger at both of us, "You two are going to behave yourselves for the next hour!"

She had a playful look in her eyes, and I could tell that she was loving the attention. Luckily, we could at least touch her, whatever we could see, we could tease, and so we did.

So, while we told her about our senior year fiasco with Principal Sharma, a year after she had graduated. My hands roamed all over her body, feeling up her big soft boobs and sliding along her smooth thighs.

And Karan, on her other side, was equally busy. His fingers pinching and rolling her hard, nipples, making her gasp with arousal and squirm on the seat.

By the half-hour point, all of us were incredibly horny and turned on. Pooja Didi sat with her hands on our laps, rubbing and stroking both our bulges, feeling us up while our hands groped her sexy body.