The letter came as a surprise. After all Nimmi had visited them very recently and that too, for the first time in their life.
“I guess it is a pretty decent thing to do,” Dev’s mother told them when she learned of it. Nimmi was her younger sister and Dev had never met his aunt before.
It was only after Nimmi had gotten to know that Riya, Dev’s wife had given birth to a baby boy, a year ago, that she had come down to the city to visit them.
What had surprised him more was the rather insistent request that Nimmi had made in the letter, urging Dev and his wife to visit the little town where she lived with her husband.
“I had a really good time at your place and it would be fitting if you allow me the opportunity to be your host,” she had written. “Please don’t say no. You had mentioned that you had a vacation coming up next week and that gives you no excuse to deny me the opportunity.
“I have already told you and your beautiful wife about our little town. We intend to have a family get together during the week and are inviting both our children and their spouses to whom I have already informed about your delightful family. They are just as eager to meet with you. As you well know, that both, my son and my daughter are proud parents as well. Hence, let me just say that we want a get together of young parents like Riya and you. Of course, your dad and mom are also invited.”
“Yes, that’s really decent of your sister,” remarked Dev’s father, Vivek, shuffling the newspaper that he had been reading.
Riya, sipping her morning cup of tea looked at her husband across the table around which they were seated.
“But the baby…” her voice trailed off.
“Don’t you worry about little Varun,” Dev’s mother interrupted. “He loves being around us. Besides, what with the two of you busy through out the day at your offices, he spends most of his time with us.”
“Shreya is right, you know,” Vivek said. “We love having the little bloke around us. It’s like getting an opportunity to be parents all over again. We adore him.”
“But both of you have been invited as well!”
“That’s okay, son,” his father answered. “We and the kid will join you a couple of days before you leave from there.”
And so it was that the plans were made. Besides, Dev and Riya had been longing for a break for a long time.
It was late in the evening during the weekend that their parents dropped them off to the railway station. Dev had wanted to take the car, but Vivek had told him that the roads were in bad shape and the train would be a refreshing break. It was a fourteen-hour journey and Nimmi had confirmed that her husband and she would collect them at the station the next morning.
As the train chugged off, Riya fought back the tears, watching her son trying to reach out to his parents.
“Oh come on, Riya,” Dev consoled her as they settled down in the private coupe that his father had reserved for them. “He will be fine and you know it.”
The train left at seven and they would be reaching their destination at about nine next morning. They placed their order for their dinner with the dapper man who had come to check their tickets, and by nine, they were ready for sleep.
It was when they were changing into their night robes that Dev said, “You know something, Riya?”
“What?” she enquired, having peeled off her dress and getting ready to slip into her one-piece cotton nightgown.
“We never fucked in a train!” he laughed, standing there in his shorts, balancing himself against the movements of the swaying train.
She grinned at him, pulling the gown over her shoulders. “Lot of places we never fucked before,” she agreed.
He walked to her, taking her hands in his before she could begin to fasten the row of button that held the gown at the front.
She opened her mouth when he kissed her hungrily, slipping her arms around his shoulders, grinding her crotch against his. She felt his erection pulsating against her belly and she wriggled against it.
Continuing to kiss her, he pushed her back till she stumbled onto the berth, sprawling across it. He lay on top of her, his hands now tugging the straps of her bra down her shoulders to free her breasts.
“Let me take off the bra,” she muttered.
“No time, baby. I’m randy,” he answered, kissing her again, his hands kneading her large breasts.
One year after having given birth to their son and her breasts were still filled with milk. When he squeezed them now, he felt the milk squirt out and spread around them, wetting his palms.
He bent down and took one nipple into his mouth; beginning to suck on it and along with it, swallow the sweet liquid oozing out. She moaned and pushed her hands below fighting to pull his robe up over his thighs.
“Oh God, Dev, yes! Suck my milk, honey, oh yes, I like that, oh god, they are full of milk and need to be sucked out, oh yes, honey, suck them.”
He proceeded to do just that. First, till his mouth filled with the liquid from one teat, and then, turning his attention to the other nipple. He licked the whole of the breast to clear the milk spread over it. Then, he fastened his mouth over the entire tit, sucking fiercely.
She had by now pushed his shorts down and grasped his hard erect dick in her fist, beginning to jerk the throbbing flesh to and fro. Even as he suckled her, he was reaching down, pulling her gown over her shapely long legs, pushing her panties down over her thighs and cupping her pussy. She sighed and pushed against his hand when he spread his palms over her wet flesh.
“Oh god, put it in, now!” she said shrilly, wanting to be heard over the noise of the train.
He rolled her over so that she was lying on top of him and spread his thighs. She pushed back her hips, held his cock in one hand and spreading the lips of her cunt, gently lowered herself till he was completely inside her.
She clamped her legs together and he felt as if his cock was gripped in a vice, and then, as he continued to suck her tits, began to move up and down over him. He grabbed the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and she held his shoulders as they fucked, swaying along with the movement of the train.
He pulled his face away from her tits so that she could straighten as she rode him. This also enabled him to watch her big tits bouncing heavily. He reached out and squeezed them again, letting the copious flow of the milk spurt out onto his chest.
She reached below them and started to finger her clitoris. She felt his testicles slap against the inside of her thighs as he began to move up and down to assist her.
“Oh shit,” he muttered, his eyes glazed as he stared at her jiggling tits spurting the milk onto his body. “Oh baby, I can’t hold on anymore, oh shit, I can feel it coming, oh, ugghhh…”
His movements suddenly became more frantic as if he was in a hurry. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around the small of her back, digging his fingers into her tits.
“Yes, honey, oh yes, come now, come, baby, with me, now, now!” she told him, her hand moving frenetically over her swollen clit.
She gasped as she felt her orgasm rising up her thighs, through her pelvis and up her spine, arching her back and throwing her head up and away. She dug her nails into his shoulders, feeling his juice filling up her pussy as his body stiffened and he became stiff and rigid.
For a long moment they stayed like that, swaying along with the train, listening to the rhythmic click-clack of the rails on the track.
Finally, she drew back and gingerly got off the berth, her ample chest heaving with the effort of the just concluded exercise. Glancing at his now shriveled dick, she pulled the robe over her body, ignoring her under garments.
He did not bother to dress. He was already snoring.
******
Nimmi was forty-six, two years younger than his mother. He had been amazed at the similarity between the two sisters when he had first seen the photo albums; later, when she had called on them, he had mentioned to Riya that had not his mother been slightly taller, one would almost mistake them for being twins.
She was five-seven and strongly built. Her wide shoulders supplemented her powerful yet feminine arms. Like his mother, she too was into jogging and aerobics and it showed in her amazingly firm and shapely body. Though her buttocks were large and her thighs quite wide, the jeans that she was wearing when she met up with them at the railway station suited her to a tee. She was wearing a slightly loose shirt and he had a sneaking suspicion that she did so to ensure that wearing anything tighter did not emphasize her big breasts. All this only succeeded in drawing attention to her curves because of the fact that she had a very tiny waist.
Her face was remarkably like his mother’s: the same oval shape, the slightly blue-tinged almond shaped eyes, the faint arcing eyebrows, the thin nose, the full lips and long light brown hair that fell way down to her buttocks.
She introduced them to her husband, a grizzly big man, almost six feet tall with powerful muscles and a lean firm body. Though he was almost fifty, he looked ten years younger. He had a rather large nose, black eyes that seemed to be constantly laughing, a shock of silver gray hair falling down over his shoulders and a generous mouth.
“Hi, I am Ajit,” he had said, offering his large hand to Dev and then to Riya. He insisted on taking their bags and led them to the parking lot.
It was a quaint town where everybody seemed to know each other. Riya counted at least a couple of dozen of the folks waving at her husband’s uncle and aunt.
The huge, sprawling building that belonged to them was however very modern. It had two floors and a large car-parking basement. Dev noticed almost four cars parked there and wondered if all of them belonged to his uncle.
The living room was huge: almost fifty feet wide and seventy long. The furniture was of real teak and oak; large sofas and equally large chairs, half a dozen thick mattresses along one side and a well equipped bar covering almost half of one side of the room.
The living room had a wide staircase at its centre leading up to the first floor, branching into two opposite directions. On one side of the room, a high door led to the modern kitchen; the other side had a door that led to a large dining room furnished with an oval shaped table capable of seating at least a couple of dozen people.
The two branches of the wide staircase ended in similar ‘mini-flats’; each in themselves, three bedroom apartments with a living room and kitchenette.
Dev and Riya were shown to an airy room on the first floor overlooking the front of the large compound. They could see the long winding driveway from the balcony.
“Freshen up and join us for breakfast,” Nimmi told them. “Sheena and her husband, as well as Hari and his wife will also be there.”
