We come from an Afghan Pashtun family of big muscular men and women with ruddy good looks, settled in India, in Bangalore since the 50's when my grandfather joined Indian Army as a Havildar, after fighting the WWII for the British Army against the Nazis.
He was a brute of a man, as I have seen from the pictures carefully stowed in a box, which has all the old memories of my father. He was reputed to have broken many a mare and woman from his bare back riding exploits if you get what I mean. Old age never caught up with him as he died in his late 40's still a virile man with a second one-year old son with my 2nd grannie who was 19 at that time.
My father was the eldest at 30 then and the whole bereaved family of 2 mothers, 1 brother and a wife and a son was suddenly dependent on him for survival. My father took after my eldest granny and was slender built with a kind and benevolent disposition.
He worked hard in his business of importing Afghan dry fruits and woollen items and selling it in India. He named us, my Chacha and me with Hindu names to integrate well in the country and encouraged us to respect and adopt local Indian customs and its culture.
The business prospered with his foresighted diligence and by the early 2000's we were counted as a one of the prosperous business families in South India with our own distribution and transport channels, outlet and what nots.
By the present times, both my grannies have passed away, and my father doesn't keep well from his bronchitis and spends most of his time indoors where my mom takes care of him. I, Saurav, have completed my studies and joined my paternal business after my dad was bedridden and now I run it. My uncle had run away from his boarding school long back and we heard of him again, after he came back 1 year ago, a dejected man with a young beautiful wife.
My father didn't want to bring him to the fold but I insisted and since I was now the default head of the family, it was pretty much a done deal.
I asked my Chacha (which is Uncle in India) Roshan, what happened all these years and in a short gist he explained his drug addiction at school, and since he never had interest in studies, he had no option but to run away to Dhaka (in Bangladesh). He tried to take a loan from a local middle-man for setting up some business which worked out initially and then he married his servant's daughter, after falling in love with her beauty.
His drug problem caught up with his business and personal life and he ran it aground and having no other option he returned to us. I never loved him much, as I had never spent much time with him in my childhood (remember he was in boarding school) and only 5 years elder to me. He was supposed to be like an elder brother I never had, but he fled. He was family. Things never work out the way we want and thank god for that.
My aunt Shabina, oh what a piece of mellow gold she is. She is 10 years younger to my Uncle, which incidentally makes her 5 years younger to me ; so to call her Chachi (aunt in India) felt awkward initially.
She gave me a pouty smile when I first laid my eyes on her and that instance I will take to my grave. I could feel my immense cock rising in my inners, just when she looked at me. She just looked down for a second and I am sure my tent was visible from yards.
I asked them to shift to the adjacent room on the upper floor of our main store in Bangalore, where I had occupied the main suite room for myself from the time I started taking care of the business.
My room had a big double bed with old traditional Sheesham wood, fixed to the floor board smack in the centre of the large room. Huge windows are on my right, looking out to the Ulsoor lake and its lush greenery. On my left was a recliner 3 seat sofa for any guests that might visit me after work hours. Just behind it was the attached bathroom with its own jacuzzi bath tub and sound system and a beautiful 40-inch OLED for my personal entertainment. The front wall was decked with a 65-inch OLED and 5.1 sound system, as I was a huge movie buff and spent most evening and nights jerking off to my collection of erotic movies of all kinds.
I told my uncle of my decision to give him charge of the logistics for one shipment route of the business. He was interested, as I guessed it would take him to places where he can indulge in drugs away from the prying eyes of his wife, my aunt. Work often took him out of Bangalore for weeks at end and since I was more into the accounting and management end, I was supposed to stay put in the city.
Naturally with all the times aunt Shabina being there, and with her being a friendly flirtatious woman, we became close. She would often talk of her dream of having a good life which made her agree earlier, to marrying Roshan. Little did she knew of his addiction and what havoc it would wreak on their marriage.
After a few days of chatting she started coming into my room on the pretext of asking something and would sit for hours at end deep into the night.
One such evening when she was on the sofa and I was sitting with my hand on her hand, I blurted out "How's your married life aunt?" her countenance changed and she slapped me. I turned beet red from the humiliation. She could realise my shame and she immediately apologised. I was the reason she and her husband had even a roof on their heads and she will always be grateful to me and said she would never repeat it again.
She came close to me and whispered "He can't make it stand ..." I was shocked at this revelation and didn't know how to respond. Here was the most beautiful woman with a slender long neck, the largest the perkiest set of boobs imaginable on a small lithe frame, a wide welcoming hip that tapered to slender long smooth legs and a pair of cute small feet and blessed with a skin that would put marble to crying shame and she was kept awake all night without satisfaction!
"Impossible" I mumbled and she said it's not a big deal as she has learnt the blessed effects of a hard cucumber on her wet pussy and that satiates her needs. "Moreover, you are there to help me in all the ways you can right, Saurav?"
She's the reason why I had taken them in and from that day I started to look at her in a new light.
"Of course, my dearest Chachi, you can come in anytime you want and have me at your service for whatever needs you might have."
She gave a knowing nod and kept her head on my shoulder and cried. I could feel the warmth of her boobs on my chest and her rock hard nipples poking me through the silk dress. I was trying my best to keep my bulging monstrosity pressed between my thighs and I kept shifting to accommodate the awkward looking python in my trousers. "Do I make you uncomfortable" she asked with moist eyes and I glanced at my dick and said "No no ... it's all fine Chachi dearest"
"Oh, I am so sorry, I did that ... I never knew you would ..." her eyes widened and she stood up and was walking away when I caught her hand and made her stop.
"I am a man ... you need a man in your life who keeps you happy in all the ways you want and desire don't you Chachi?"
"I will bloom in you the woman you are supposed to be in the eyes of God who made your body so full of love..." I thought to myself and roamed my long fingers on her neck.
She quivered and cold sweat formed on her brow. I smiled and kissed her hand and whispered in her ear "Whenever you say Aunt Shabina".
I could see that her body responded to me in ways she couldn't hide anymore. She was pressing her thighs together and biting her lips and clenching her fist.
She was my forbidden fruit...my ultimate dream fuck...I could smell her sex...
A few days later, a cloudy August morning when I had just finished with my daily morning 3rd jerking off and bath and was in my Turkish towel, there was a knock on the door. I opened and Aunt Shabina was standing there with a worried look on her face. I asked her to come in , made her sit on the sofa, gave her some water and asked her to relax and then say what is on her mind.
I could feel she was giving my body furtive glances and whenever I turned to her she would avert her eyes.
After having a sip, she said she has been trying to contact my uncle in the last couple of days but his phone was switched off. She was having bad thoughts and wants me to locate him.
I told her not to worry as work takes him to faraway areas for receiving shipments of goods and sometimes mobile network won't be good. I promised her to find his whereabouts in an hour and inform her. She thanked me profusely and for the second time I saw that same seductive smile which again made matters worse for my lower areas.
"Eeeeeemmmaaaaa" (Generally said by Bengali females when they are surprised... roughly translates to oh mom!) she looked down at my huge & nasty bump, gave a knowing giggle and hid her face away in her hands.
I just stood there foolishly and gave a shrug and told her not to make it worse. (After all I was a virile man near a stunningly voluptuous silky skinned woman and that is natural).
"Did I make it that big?" she asked with one eye on my ever-hardening package from under the towel which was not having any restraint on it.
I nodded "You like what you see?"
Chachi turned to me with her big brown doe eyes and winked "When did you show it to me?"
My dick almost had a heart attack then and would have if not for the groping small warm hand of my Chachi on it.
"Allah, Jaan le lega yeh!" (God... it might kill some girl).
By now her hand was inside my towel and fondling my cock and the tennis ball sized testicles which had thankfully spilled the morning quota just then. Her hand was moist with my precum and she brought it close to her nose and took a deep sniff.
"Your wife would be very lucky woman my dear nephew".
She suddenly came jolted to her senses and practically ran to the door and once she was outside
"Please don't forget to ask about my husband today" she went to her room and bolted the door.
I was too flustered to say anything and too much blood was violently coursing through my 11 incher for me to think practically. I collapsed on my bed and tried to calm myself.
Once I was decent, I dressed, came out to her door and was just about to knock when I heard my name being moaned...
"Uffff Saurav oh oh ... don't tease me with that monstrous pussy beater of yours ... ohhh ... ufff...
My holes are dripping for you my love, please use me whole night like a tissue to wipe your huge cock with ... wherever you want Saurav ... enter into my guts with your dick ... spill so much cum into me that I won't need any food ...
Eat my pussy till I pass out ... am dying without your cum in my hole... uffff ... oh ... "and then with a screeching scream which could have put a fighter plane to shame, she climaxed.
I tiptoed my way out of the house and drove to a distant warehouse that day, just to stay away from this developing situation.
I kept myself busy with the logbooks and made a few calls to the transport guys to ensure the wellbeing of my uncle and found out that the truck they were in has crashed into an oncoming lorry. The driver and uncle Roshan were serious and admitted to a local hospital and there was a police case registered against us.
I called our lawyers and directed them to the case and asked them to ensure that the local cops are paid well to keep the matter out of media.
