Chapter 3 – Exposed!
Indian nephew 'accidentally' exposes to aunt in bed
When I woke up, it was late, late afternoon – soon it would be evening outside. My lovely chubby aunt Taiba was nowhere to be seen. I sat up in the bed and yawned. I had a good nap. Slowly I started to remember what had happened before I had gone to sleep. How I had played with my aunt's buxom body. And then how I had shagged myself against my
mamani
's big, bootylicious buttocks.
Oh dear! I couldn't believe I had the audacity to spank my aunt and then shag on her bum. In a hundred years I would never have dared to do such a thing! Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, you manage to do some things that you would never do if you really think about it later.
I touched my shorts from the front. Yes, the material was a bit rougher there. Left over dried cum, that's what it was. I then patted the area of the bed where I had slept, with my dick in contact with Taiba's gigantic behind. Yes, the bedsheet had a small spot of dampness. You would miss it completely unless you knew exactly where to look for it and what to look for.
So I wasn't dreaming. I had really cum on my aunt's big butt!
I wondered if Taiba had noticed anything when she had gotten up. Did she wonder why her saree was a bit sticky near her posterior? Did she touch her behind and feel some wetness? I wondered if she had realized that her sweet, dear, innocent nephew had just masturbated on her body while she had been asleep.
It spoke to how close Taiba and I was that I didn't pay those fears much thought. If she knew, she knew, so what. What would she do? She herself allows me to pet, fondle and grope her. My
barey mamani
Shaheen knows this and has even scolded Taiba for it. At the most, Shaheen would give us both a serious talking to and that would be that. Of course that was how I rationalized it to myself.
I knew in reality if it came out what I had done, I would be in deep trouble. I mean, touching and groping your aunt with her consent is one thing. It is playful flirting, or being "lovingly naughty" or whatchamacallit. Wanking off on your aunt's ass is another thing. Taiba would be blamed for leading me on, and I would be ostracized. Or maybe I was overanalyzing this.
Speaking of Shaheen, I was puzzled by how casually
she
was touching my bum on this vacation. As I had said many times before, Shaheen was usually quite reserved and orthodox. Whatever fun I had with her, was on the spur of the moment or a temporary naughtiness. Yet ... this time when I had asked her if she needed help with the dishes, she had patted my bum, and
then
said no.
Before lunch when I was going to sit on her lap (as
she
had ordered), Shaheen had placed a hand on my buttocks – to "guide" me.
When I had kissed her on seeing the
biryani
, her hand had again oh-so-casually patted my rear end. I could almost swear she was copping a feel whenever she placed a hand on my butt, squeezing my cheeks
very
slightly. And it seemed like she was touching my buns whenever she got the chance.
I know it's hypocritical of me to think about my aunt's behaviour, when mine is, shall we say, less than perfect.
I
am usually the one who tries to get away by placing a hand on their buttocks when I am hugging them, or kissing them longer on their cheeks than what should be normal, or placing a hand on their hips, or making suggestive remarks full of innuendo at them, or even sneak a peek at them when they are expecting privacy.
Neither Shaheen nor Taiba knew, for example, that I had gone through their closet and stolen a couple of panties from both of them the last time I was here. That I sometimes watched pornography and masturbated by rubbing myself against those panties. If someone said I sexually harassed my aunts every chance I got, they wouldn't be far off the mark.
But still – I was the young, horny man. My behaviour, while definitely not to be commended, was expected. I was a pervert and behaved lecherously. But Shaheen was my respectable older aunt, and a conservative, orthodox person. So it felt strange to think
she
was the one groping
my
butt.
I mean, if she
wanted
to do something, I was up for it. But ... I couldn't be sure. Maybe it was just completely innocent. I mean, she could be just
lovingly
patting my butt, without any sexual context. This was so unlike her usual behaviour. She had never cupped my butt cheek before.
Getting up, I walked to the bathroom in Taiba's room. I could have gone back to my own room, but I wanted to use Taiba's bathroom. It felt naughtier. As I said, I am a pervert.
Once inside, I closed the door. I didn't lock it though. I walked to the commode and lowered my shorts. Holding my dick in my hand, I began to pee. It was surreal, peeing in the same commode that I knew my aunt would later plonk her fat ass in. A few drops of urine remained on the toilet seat that I didn't wipe off. I cleaned myself up, and washed my face. I exited the bathroom and walked downstairs. I was still wearing the same small shorts that I had been wearing at lunch.
I was going to go to the kitchen and see if my aunts were there, but then suddenly I paused. Then I slowly started to tiptoe downstairs. If they were both somewhere in the kitchen, unaware that I had gotten up, maybe I could eavesdrop again.
I was right! Both Taiba and Shaheen were in the kitchen, and they were talking.
"So," Shaheen was saying, "Should I wake up Nazu? It's not right of you to take a rickshaw alone this time. And then you will be taking a bus to Feninagar."
"It's the 7.30 pm bus, so it should be OK." Taiba replied. "It's only a half an hour ride, after the 30 minute rickshaw ride from here to the bus station."
"Yes, but you know the bus ... and our experience ..." Shaheen trailed off.
I wondered what experience she was talking about. I continued to listen intently.
Taiba laughed.
"It's the 7.30 bus." She repeated. "I think my
gaand
can tolerate a few pinches. The 8.30 bus is when the labourers use it, and that was when you and I got our
gaands
properly assaulted last time."
So
that
was the experience Shaheen was talking about!
"Well," Shaheen replied drily, "Your ass should be used to getting molested, now that Nazu is here."
"Aw, c'mon
Bhabhi
. It's just harmless fun. Nazu doesn't mean anything ..."
"He's a young man." Shaheen warned. "And you are letting our newphew pinch your bottom, grope you, fondle you ... would he dare do this to you in front of his
mamu
?"
"No, he wouldn't." Taiba admitted, biting her lip. "Then again, if his
mamu
paid more attention to my
gaand
, I wouldn't need Nazu to grope me and have some fun with my
peechwade
."
"Hmm." Shaheen was far from being convinced. "Just don't do anything stupid, Taiba. He's a young man with normal sexual urges and you are letting him fondle your butt. Don't lead Nazu on, Taiba. He's a good boy."
"I won't,
Bhabhi
. It's just harmless fun." Taiba then grinned. "And what about
you
,
Bhabi
? After all, you let Nazu pinch and fondle your buttocks last time too!"
"That was a bet!" Shaheen replied indignantly. "And I never expected him to do it, really. I am still somewhat upset by it, even though I laughed then. I mean, he was always respectful to me – and then suddenly his hand was on my ass!"
"You were wriggling your butt playfully in his face!" Taiba retorted. "Of course he would grab it! You were practically daring him to pinch your
gaand
, and that's what he did!""
"But I soon put a stop to it. Unlike you."
"It's just some harmless fun,
Bhabhi
." Taiba repeated her argument. "I am not going to bed with him!"
"Well, you just did ..."
"Oh. C'mon now,
Bhabhi
. This is too much." It was Taiba's turn to be indignant. "Nazu used to cuddle with us all the time."
"He is free to cuddle with me even now as well." Shaheen said in a firm voice. "But you will not see him fondling my
gaand
. He treats me with respect. With you ... please be careful, that's all I am saying. You are married, AND you are his
mamani
."
"I KNOW I am his
mamani
..." Taiba murmured angrily.
For some time there was silence, and then Shaheen then decided to change the subject.
"And the rickshaw should be here in what, fifteen minutes, Taiba?"
"Roughly." Taiba answered. "I am all ready though. Let Nazu sleep; he's absolutely tired after travelling early today."
I decided to prove her wrong about my sleeping, and enter the kitchen after exaggerating the noise of walking in the hallway, so they didn't think I was spying on them. I greeted both of my aunts with a big hug and a sloppy kiss on each cheeks, and once again complained about Taiba going away just when I had come.
"I have to,
beta
." Taiba replied remorsefully. "I had made this plan to visit my
barey abba
before I knew you were coming."
"Nazu, go quickly and put some proper, decent pants on." Shaheen suddenly turned to me and commanded. "I want you to accompany Taiba on the rickshaw and see her off on her bus at the bus station. I am not comfortable with her going alone at this time of the night."
Left unsaid was what Shaheen had in her eyes.
If anyone is going to molest or sexually assault Taiba, I would rather it be you.
* * *
The rickshaw rumbled on the dirt track. I was seated beside Taiba, my body pressed closely against hers. Her luggage – a duffel bag – was at our feet. I had my arm firmly wrapped around Taiba's waist, my hand resting on the bare skin of her belly. From time to time, I gave her love handles a light, affectionate squeeze.
"
Beta
," Taiba suddenly said, "I wanted to say something to you now that we are alone."
"Oh, sure,
mamani
." I replied. Suddenly, I don't know why, but perhaps the tone of her voice with which she had said this, made me go full alert mode on. I moved my hand from her waist, patted her rear, and then moved it back to her side, grabbing her flab again.
"
Beta
," Taiba seemed to be selecting her words with great care. "We have always been close, you and I. Perhaps you are closest to me than your other aunts, if I am not wrong."
"Er ... yes, Taibee." I told her. I leaned in and gave her a kiss on her left cheek. Perhaps I pressed my lips on her flesh a little bit longer than necessary.
SMOOCH!
"You are the one aunt I feel completely free with,
mamani
." I reassured her, and once again gave her an affectionate squeeze on her rump, making sure to grope her strongly. "You are really my best friend."
"That's so sweet of you, Nazu." Taiba had a slight smile at the corner of her lips. "Although, I have to say, in the last few hours, you really have been
very
free with me."
Uh oh. Red Alert! Red Alert! Incoming! What was my aunt saying?
I remained silent, my hand on her waist, hoping she would continue. She did.
"
Beta
." She continued. "I, your
mamani
, have always been free with you, as my dearest nephew. I told you this afternoon, 'You are the one relative I love dearly, and who I know loves me back equally. If you want to hug me, just take me and hug me. And if you want to kiss me, just take me and kiss me.' I did say that, didn't I?"
"Er ... yes,
mamani
. You did."
What was she getting at?
