Chapter 6 -- Shaheen's Shenanigans
Indian aunt treats nephew to blowjobs galore
I had a great night's sleep. After all, my dick had been thoroughly drained of cum by the lovely lips of Shaheen. My buxom aunt's tongue and lips had licked and sucked and worshipped my turgid cock, teasing me to an earth shattering orgasm, and I had deposited copious volumes of my sticky semen down her warm and inviting throat -- so of course I would have a good night's sleep! Despite my hands being wrapped up, and me being naked from my waist down, covered in only a sheet, I slept like a baby after
that
blowjob.
It was Shaheen's voice that woke me up. I guess it was some time around 8 in the morning. If you are keeping track of the days, it was Tuesday morning. I think she was talking on the phone with someone.
"Yes, yes." Shaheen was saying. "Everything's fine. I treated him, and now he's sleeping."
I wondered who she was talking to. I tried to focus and listen intently. It soon became clear she was talking to her husband -- my uncle.
"Yes, he will be alright. I will take a look later." She said. "And no, you can't send him on errands. He has to stay home and heal. The legs were pretty badly scalded. Don't tell his mother though -- she will just be needlessly worried -- I will keep an eye on him."
It was clear she was telling him about my accident and that I was now indisposed. I wondered if she told him exactly
how
she had treated me. Probably not.
"I am going to hang up now." Shaheen told
mamu
. "You take care and give my love to
ammi
."
As she put her cellphone down, Shaheen glanced and saw that I was stirring and opening my eyes.
"Wake up, Nazu!" Shaheen giggled. "The maid will soon be here, in an hour, and I need you to use the washroom so she can clean it. I need you to pee and do potty -- so get up!"
"Mmm." I stretched and yawned. "Do I have to,
barey mamani
?"
"Yes, dear." Her hands were on my chest, under the covers, and then slowly, very teasingly, went down to my tummy, and then brushed seductively against my pecker. She gave a slight grin, and gently stroked the foreskin, underneath of my penis. I was now fully up. Would wouldn't be when your beautiful big-breasted
mamani
is stroking your manhood! Every nephew would wish to be woken up like this! And to think how easily she simply just reached and touched my manhood!
"Oh,
mamani
." I murmured. "I love you. And I love what you are doing to me,
barey mamani
."
Sometimes my mouth works faster than my brain. This was one of those times. Shaheen immediately withdrew her hand from my throbbing penis. I swore silently at myself. We were busy having fun, and I had to go remind her about the line she was crossing! What an idiot I was! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"
Beta
! You need to get up," Shaheen told me. "So I can also unwrap your bandages. I need to see how your burns and scalds are healing."
"Er ... yes,
barey mamani
." I sat up in bed. Once I was reminded of my previous night's scalding injuries, suddenly I wasn't that horny any more. The nurse in my aunt came out as she took my right hand, and gently started to unwrap the bandages. Then she repeated with my left hand.
Shaheen than placed my right hand in her left and thoroughly examined it. I loved the feel of her soft skin on mine, and the gentle friction as she rubbed my palm.
"Hmm. Your hands seem to be healing well." My aunt exclaimed. "I think we may need to keep them under wraps maybe for another three four days or so, but it should be healed after that."
I clenched and unclenched my fists. It felt good to have my hands free like that again.
"Let's get you standing." My aunt helped me stand up and then nonchalantly removed my T-shirt, making me fully nude. As she steadied me, her hand was on my butt. She patted me once on my buttocks. I was conscious of the fact that I was now completely butt naked in her presence, although I didn't know why. Her hands roamed on my butt cheeks and gave them a gentle squeeze. As I stood there, my aunt patted my butt again.
"You have a nice butt." She said. "Tight and firm. Not like mine -- gigantic and fleshy."
She gave my ass another couple of firm squeezes. My pecker was now quite hard and very much visible. Shaheen had a little smile at the edge of her lips, but she completely ignored my raging hormones as she then fired off some instructions at me.
"Go to the washroom. Do your business and whatever, but make sure to be gentle with your hands. When you do your
susu
after your potty, I don't want you to be too vigorous with your hands, OK?"
"Um ... yes,
barey mamani
." Never would I have thought I would be standing naked in my aunt's room discussing bowel movements and bathroom habits with her, but here I was.
Shaheen leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on my left cheek. Her hands once again brushed oh-so-slightly against my manhood.
"OK, now go, and don't take too long OK?"
"Yes,
barey mamani
."
"And no hanky panky in the washroom. Definitely no masturbating, OK?"
"Er ... yes,
barey mamani
." Then once again I took a brave gambit. I wrapped my arms around her behind and gave her ass a mighty, painful, grope. My fingers were on her buttocks and in the crack of her ass.
"If I need to masturbate,
mamani
," I said, "I will come to you."
Shaheen shook her head and raised her right hand.
SLAP!
SLAP!
My aunt smacked me hard, giving me a couple of tight, playful slaps, and making my cheeks sting, even as my hands continued to pinch her buttocks.
"Naughty boy!" Shaheen then twisted my ears painfully. Her voice was very stern, but her eyes and lips had a slight smile. She shooed me away with a laugh, "Now let go of my butt! Go! Finish your washroom before the maid Pushpita gets here."
"You were squeezing my butt before!" I protested.
"I am your elder." My aunt grinned. "I can do what I want,
you
can't!"
I laughed and gave her buttocks a final squeeze, before lifting my hands from them. I went to the washroom and took my time. I knew my hands would be wrapped up in bandages again so this was my chance to do whatever I wanted in the washroom freely. You don't realize what a blessing your hands are! I brushed my teeth (using Shaheen's toothbrush, of course!), peed, did my business and then cleaned up, and then took a very brief shower.
As I cleaned myself, I reflected on my now changed relationship with my
barey mamani
. Before yesterday, my aunt would never have touched my penis. Then that accident happened -- but even then, she touched me in the context of taking care of me. Shaheen was a nurse; a caregiver -- and there was nothing sexual about her touching, even though I got hard.
And then came last night. There was no reason once we were in bed for
mamani
to touch my manhood, and yet she did. Shaheen played with me as I got hard. Our conversation had become increasingly explicit -- I was asking her about her sex life with
mamu
, making jokes about fucking her, and she was asking me about my masturbation habits and how long I would last. Before we both knew it, we had made
that
bet and she was giving me a blowjob and swallowing my cum.
Barey mamani
was the conservative aunt, I kept reminding myself. Yet, as I had long suspected during this week, she had a naughty side to her. Her constant touching of my butt, for example, or our increasingly amorous kissing games. Our kisses, while starting extremely platonic where we would kiss each other on the cheeks, had gotten closer and closer to each others' mouths, until I was practically kissing her on the edge of her lips. Shaheen hadn't seemed to mind, giggling enthusiastically every time I had taken her in my arms to kiss her. I recalled how sometimes, when we were seated on the sofa, I would wrap my arms around her hips and say, "
Barey mamani
, let's play the kissing game."
It was fun. I would kiss her once, and she would then kiss me twice. I would then kiss her twice, and she would then kiss me thrice. And it would continue, until our cheeks were completely wet and sloppy, and then she would place a hand on my thigh, softly stroke it and say, "OK,
beta
,
chalo
. You had your fun. Look how hard your
lund
is. Let me go now."
As I washed my scrotum and gently ran some soap over my dick, my mind recalled how in the last few days Shaheen had increasingly spoken about my manhood without any hesitation or shyness. Every time I would hug her, and prolong the hug, she would point at me when I got aroused and say, "Let me go now,
beta
. Your
lund
is standing at attention!"
Or in bed, when we would snuggle together, she would tell me, "Your
lund
is poking me in the back,
beta
. You have buried it in the crack of my ass!"
Or how she had increasingly tolerated my touching of her
peechwade
, even though
she
had been the one to start groping me. I had to remind myself that Shaheen was the one who started to fondle my butt first. I remembered that second night, when
barey mamani
had authoritatively placed a hand on my behind and had given me a squeeze. My own conservative aunt fondling my bum -- this had been beyond my wildest dreams. I reminded myself of what I had told her then.
"So you can pinch my butt cheek, but I can't touch your
peechwade
?" I had asked her. And what had Shaheen dismissively replied?
"No, Nazu. I am your
barey mamani
. YOU HAVE TO do what I tell you. You can put your arms around my waist -- that's it."
And then of course yesterday morning I had groped her, and then the accident happened, and then I had apologized. And what had she said last night, when I had asked her for forgiveness for groping her?
"Pinching my
gaand
once in a while is OK. Giving my ass a squeeze once in a while is OK." Shaheen had replied. "You can hold me and kiss me as much as you want. Just ... don't grope me and fondle me like you did today, OK?"
I had gone from being allowed to only put my arms around my
mamani
's waist, to being permitted to pinch her
peechwade
and grope her in the ass once in a while, and unlimited kisses and hugs. And this morning I had groped her buttocks, putting my finger in the crack of her anus.
My aunt then had slapped me. And twisted my ears. But it wasn't an angry slap or a vicious ear pull. She was being strict, yes, but she was also ... how shall I put it ... being playful. It was almost a flirtatious slap, if there was such a thing. She was slapping me only because that was what an Indian aunt would do if groped by her nephew. That was her modesty and her conservative upbringing and nature. But notice how she didn't get angry. She was ok with being groped, as long as she could slap me after in retaliation.
That was fine with me. I did not mind her slapping me if she allowed me to grope her. Sooner or later, I would do more to her. By the end of this week, I promised myself, I would be fucking her.
