Summer of Indian Aunties - Part 01

My mother has three brothers -- all of them way older than her. This story involves their wives (my aunts) and me, one summer when I went up to their lakeside lodge. In Urdu, we call a maternal uncle (the brother of one's mother) a mamu (maternal uncle). The wife of a mamu is called mamani (or maternal aunt-in-law). Therefore this story is the story of my beautiful mamanis and me.

We are an Urdu speaking family, originally from Lucknow in India, but settled in Kolkata (formerly known as Calcutta) for a long time. My father is a government employee and my mother works in a big corporation as a secretary. Ours isn't a very rich family, somewhat middle class, but my mamus are all extremely well off. My mother's brothers together runs a business making and exporting traditional Indian garments such as sari and kurta. The older two brothers are actively involved in the business, while the younger one is a doctor with his own practice, but also has shares in the business as a silent partner. All three uncles were have done quite well for themselves, especially the youngest one, being a doctor AND having a share of the thriving garments business.

As a nephew, I was very close to all of my aunts ever since I was a kid. My uncles always encouraged us to visit them, and we always did. As I grew up, those visits became less and less as we moved to Delhi and it wasn't cheap to go by air to Calcutta. Still, whenever the occasion presented itself, I loved to visit my aunts, especially since they always gave me expensive gifts. Let me describe my mamanis.

The oldest aunt (the wife of my mother's oldest brother) is Shaheen mamani. I call her barey mamani (which literally translates to Big Aunty). Now, Shaheen is really a big lady, almost six feet tall. If you know Indians, that's taller than most Indian men, let alone women. Her height meant she is also heavy without being fat. She has a big build and frame, and coincidentally is even taller than her husband -- my mamu. She would definitely have made a great volleyball player!

Shaheen works in my chotey mamu's hospital -- the hospital that belonged to my youngest uncle -- in Kolkata as a nurse. She didn't really need to work, of course, but she had been trained as a nurse, and she loved being a nurse. My mamu never stopped her from working after marriage, much to my grandmother's chagrin.

As the oldest bahu (daughter-in-law) of the house, Shaheen always dressed conservatively. I always saw her in a salwar kameez, and never in Western attire, and outside the house she wears a hijab, the Muslim head covering. Now even though she wears a dupatta and a hijab, for some strange reason she wears her clothes a little tight. I guess being a big lady, she has trouble getting clothes her size in India -- somewhat ironic since her husband has a clothing business!

My barey mamani is one of those ladies who has a really big butt, so her big bum always used to protrude out a lot. This was one reason why she never took the public transit in the big cities in India, as guys would somehow find a reason to rest their hand on her bum or accidentally brush against her, or pinch her surreptitiously. She once told me of the time she had been stuck in Mumbai and HAD to take a bus. That 18 minute ride to her hotel, she had confessed, had been the longest 18 minutes of her life, as men continuously groped her, pinched, her, placed a finger in her anus and even smacked her bum on the crowded and busy bus.

Shaheen also never wore a long kameez, so her top would ride up her big behind, leaving the salwar showing. With her tight bottoms, if she walked in front of you, you could make out the shape of her buttocks which would jiggle as she walked. She was always conscious of it and tried to straighten up and walk, but invariably her clothes would cling to her body, making the outline of her big butt cheeks apparent. Oh, how many men had cast an eye at Shaheen as she walked past them, her buttocks sashaying and swaying! And how many times had I just wanted to grab and grope that bum as she walked past me, and had to control my desires to do so!

When I visited barey mamani two years ago, I used to love sitting in the kitchen with her. Shaheen probably thought I was a nice young nephew giving her company, but I loved to watch her move about in the kitchen. Her big boobs would bounce about, but what made me really sit there was when she had to work with her back to me. As she would chop up the vegetables and talk family gossip, her butts would continuously wriggle. I would watch as one butt cheek pushed out against the fabric of her bottoms, while the other butt cheek would go up, and then come down while the other one now went up. The fact that she was my mamani, and there I was having dirty thoughts about her, and she was oblivious to it, only made it hotter.

Shaheen has a nice, long face, clear skin, light brown complexion and didn't usually wear much makeup. Whenever I kissed her, I of course placed a platonic kiss on each of her soft cheeks, but I always wondered how it would be to press my lips against her pouty lips.

I used to touch and kiss my aunts often. I had done it as a kid, and when I grew older, I never stopped from doing it. Of course, now kissing my aunts would give me a secret thrill. I sometimes wondered if they were aware of that, and tolerated it secretly, or they were oblivious to that fact. That when I hugged them, with my arms going around their waist, that I loved doing it for not so innocent reasons.

Shaheen is also very bossy. As the wife of the oldest brother, she is the elder Bhabhi to everyone in the family and she took her role seriously. Even her husband, my barey mamu, is somewhat afraid of her and blindly obeys her. It is clear that she wears the pants in the marriage. My other mamanis also always defer to her.

Shaheen is also quite conservative and orthodox in her religious dogma. I would sometimes sit and watch movies with her, cuddling with her, but she would always have the remote in her hand. Sometimes, when watching an English movie, there would be a kissing scene, or if it was a Hindi movie there would be a raunchy song, Shaheen would fast forward through those. If I would protest, she would playfully shush me and say I shouldn't watch those things. Of course I sometimes noticed some contradictions in her as well. If she was by herself, she loved to watch the same raunchy Bollywood songs. I had often heard her tell naughty jokes to my other aunts, or pass bawdy remarks when she was with her girlfriends and a good looking guy would cross the street, or come on the television. Sometimes she did that even if I was present.

Now about my second aunt.

Taiba mamani is the wife of my mom's second brother. I call her majhle mamani (literally Middle Aunty) or sometimes simply Taiba mamani. Here I have to say I am quite close to her, and sometimes I would call her "Taib" or "Taibee" and she would giggle and laugh.

Now Taiba is your typical middle aged Indian lady. It is easy to imagine that she must have been a stunner when she was young. Fair skinned (she could almost pass off as a white person), sharp features, stunning jet black hair. But then, she had married early, and then let herself go. She is still fair skinned, but now she is quite chubby, with lots of meat around the middle. Even though she has big boobs and buttocks that jiggle all the time, it is mostly fat.

Now I should clarify that Taiba isn't obscenely obese. She is just ... plump. Chubby and lots of meat to grab on to, if you know what I mean. And when I say she has big boobs -- her boobs were monstrously huge. Pendulous, bubbly, and ever ready to burst out of her blouse at any time. Many a times I have seen Shaheen sometimes pull Taiba to one side and whisper something to her, and then Taiba would fix her blouse or arrange her dupatta because her ample cleavage had been showing. Sometimes my other aunts would joke with Taiba about her breasts, calling her "doodhwaali" (milk woman).

I have to clarify that in no way did her plumpness reduce her desirability in my eyes. It just goes to show that every beautiful lady is fuckable, even if they had put on some weight. I could easily imagine myself humping Taiba mamani, her giant fat boobs bouncing around wildly, her belly jiggling as I would grab her love handles and plough into her, my bottom smacking against her big fat thighs. Then I would turn her over and spank those big fat butts, watching her fatty behind quiver and go red as I spanked her hard, and she would purr in ecstasy.

For some reason in my fantasies, in addition to fucking her, I would also always spank Taiba mamani, and spank her hard, until her creamy white butt was crimson red. I would then bury my nose in those butts, licking her all over, before turning her and kissing those plump cheeks on her smiling face. Oh, Taiba mamani was the woman in quite a lot of my wet dreams. Especially after she switched to wearing saris.

You see, recently Taiba mamani had started to wear saris rather than salwar kameez. It was easier for a fat -- sorry, chubby -- lady to wear saris then try to fit into a salwar kameez. She dressed modestly though, making sure the pallu always wrapped around her navel and waist so nothing of that showed, and outside she wore either a hijab, or made the anchal of her sari into a head covering. But that was when she was outside.

In front of me, though, she was not as careful, often leaving her navel and her big waist and tummy exposed. I watch the love handles of her skin and her belly button wobble. Whenever I would hug her I would ensure I placed my hands on her bare skin and gave her a little squeeze. Sometimes when I would hug her, I would place my hands on her bum instead of her waist. She never minded, and as I said, I was quite close to her. Sometimes, when I would visit her at her place, and we were alone, she would make me sit on her lap and feed me with her own hands.

The fact that Taiba wore a sari was also hated by my grand mother, my naani, Taiba's mother-in-law, but it was mostly due to what I call the Nadia affect.

Nadia is my chotey mamani (Young Aunty). Nadia was different from my other mamanis. For one, she was Bengali. My youngest uncle, the doctor, had fallen in love with someone who worked in his own clinic. Nadia was a licensed massage therapist and physio in his clinic.

In addition to being Bengali, Nadia is also twenty years younger than my uncle, and quite outgoing, liberal and modern in her thinking and attire. Against the vehement wishes of my mother's family (especially my grandmother) he had married her. You would think that being a divorced man meant my uncle was now experienced enough to marry whom he wanted a second time, but no -- this is India where the matriarch of the family always wants to interfere.

This was four years ago -- most of the family had since grudgingly accepted Nadia, but she was always treated differently than my other mamanis. However, both Shaheen and Taiba are very fond of her. They treat her like a young sister and Nadia too is very fond of them. It also helped that Shaheen and Nadia were co-workers, since both of them worked for Nadia's husband's (my chotey mamu's) hospital.

The "Nadia affect" was on my grandmother, the mother-in-law of my mamanis. Anything Nadia did, that the others copied, or anything Bengali, was automatically hated and criticized by my grandma.

Nadia works out religiously and has a very slim and athletic figure. So my naani always disparaged exercise, saying if you eat Indian food you don't need it. Nadia is of average height, but she wears expensive chiffon saris of very thin material that clings seductively to her body, so my naani criticized her taste in clothes, saying a married woman should never wear good looking saris outside. Nadia hardly ate the traditional oily Indian foods, sticking to small portion sizes and leafy greens, and so was rebuked for it by my naani as importing "foreign values".

When she wore her sari, Nadia would always leave her navel and tummy exposed, much to my naani's chagrin. Wherever Nadia would go, men would stare and lust after her. Her husband -- my mamu -- didn't seem to mind. In fact, he loved showing her off. He always took her to expensive restaurants, to all the boring doctor's conferences and to expensive foreign resorts. Even though beside her, he really looked like her father. It wouldn't be incorrect to see she was not only the youngest but the sexiest of my aunts. She should really have been in Bollywood.

As I had said, growing up for a long time as the only young nephew while all the other kids were much older, I was quite close to all of my aunts. I used to hug and kiss them whenever I met them, joke with them and engage in playful banter and light flirting with them. My aunts too loved me unabashedly and enjoyed having me around. Shaheen had been married for a long time. She had four daughters older than me, but no son, so she loved me like her own son and always doted on me. Taiba, although married for a long time, had no kids of her own, so she used to lavish love on me more than the others, and never admonished me for my straying hands when hugging her.

My relation with Nadia had a different paradigm, as she was the one most recently married, but also close to me in age. She is merely five years older than me, and whereas the other aunts loved me as a kid, Nadia treated me like a valued friend and confidant. Sometimes we went dancing together at the clubs (I wasn't exactly known for being religious, much to Shaheen mamani's apparent chagrin), or went to movies together.

I of course always took uncle's permission before taking his wife out, and he was only too happy -- he was busy and more over Nadia's tastes in movies and nightclubs was much similar to mine. And I in return was always respectful to Nadia, never crossing any limits, even if we engaged in playful banter and light flirting, and even if she caused me to nurse a painful boner all the time I was with her. Especially when I was dancing with her. She is my aunt, after all.

Even though Nadia sometimes would casually rub her hands across my crotch when we were dancing, and smile at me. I would of course cringe with embarrassment and try to change the topic. Sometimes she would remark offhandedly, "I can see you are enjoying this."

"Chotey Mamani ..." I would croak, while Nadia would grin evilly.

"Don't mamani me!" She would laugh, pressing her lips against my cheeks as we slow danced, or cupping my butt.

I never pursued those lines though. I always treated Nadia as off limits, and as for her flirting, or even seductive flirting, I simply brushed it off, much to her amusement. Sometimes, when we were dancing, she would cup my crotch, feel my obvious hardness, and whisper in my ears, "One day, Nazu ... beta. One day."

My three uncles together owned a lodge in a nice area north of the city, where they sometimes spent relaxing from the bustle of the city. It was about a three hour bus ride from Kolkata, near a village called Tinpur. During the summer, they divided it up so that someone was always there in June, July or August.

I had three months off from college in the summer, so I decided to spend two months at their lodge. I had a difficult second year in college in Delhi. Studies had been particularly hard, and a girl I was seeing had called it off, and moreover I had some issues finding a good internship work for the summer. I also hadn't seen my beautiful mamanis for two years. I decided I would just relax and spend the summer by the lake at my uncles' lodge.

It would also be a surprise to my aunts when they saw me, I realized. The last time I had been somewhat chubby, and not exactly very fit. But in these last two years, I had controlled my diet, worked out religiously and could honestly say I now had a very firm, fit, athletic body.

Shaheen mamani were overjoyed when I called her first and told her of my plans.

"We would love to have you here at our lodge, Nawaz!" Barey mamani gushed when I called her. "I will make all of your favourite foods."

"Thank you barey mamani." I replied. "You are my favourite aunt."

"Oh, you liar!" Shaheen laughed. "I'm sure you tell that to all of your aunts."

Never one to miss an opportunity to flirt with one of my aunts, I replied, "Nah, mamani. Only the most pretty ones!"

"My! My!" Shaheen laughed again. "Besharam! Flirting with your old married aunt, beta! Oh how I have missed you, Nazu! Now I can't wait until you come to the lodge, beta. You are my favourite nephew."

"I am sure you tell that to all of your nephews, barey mamani."

"Nah." Shaheen replied equally playfully. "Only the ones that are handsome studs."

"Now who's flirting?" I asked her. "If I were there right now, barey mamani, I would pinch your big bum for that."

"Chal! Batameez!" My aunt giggled. "I think I still have a mark on my gaand from the last time you pinched me."

I laughed. The last time I had visited her, she and I made a silly bet over something (that I now forgot) but the result was that if she had lost I would pinch her on her butt. She had lost, and when I reminded her of the bet, she playfully turned around and presented her bottom to me, never figuring out that I would actually dare to pinch her. Taiba and Nadia were there as well, and had looked on amused as barey mamani wriggled her butt at me in a dare. As for me, I wasn't one to let go of that opportunity. I had immediately reached out and pinched her, and pinched her hard. She yelped helplessly as my fingers bit into her flesh. Both Taiba and Nadia could not help but burst out laughing at Shaheen's shocked and embarrassed face. She had blushed a bright red, suffering the ignominy of having her ass pinched in front of everyone. Soon though, she joined in the laughter. Now whenever I wanted to playfully admonish her, I would tell her I was the owner of her bum and I would pinch her.

"I am really looking forward to seeing you again, mamani." I told her genuinely. "I have missed you -- and my other mamanis -- in my life once I had started going to university here."

"Well," Shaheen replied, "Hopefully this summer your mamanis can rectify that, darling. And yes beta, this time I will be ready. And I will make sure I never make a bet against you. This time you pinch my bum you will get a tight slap."

"Deal, mamani. As long as you make my favourite foods you can slap me all you like."

"Done, beta. Get ready for lots of slaps."

"I love you, mamani."

"And I love you too, beta. See you soon!"

I put the phone down. I was excited. I was going to see all my mamanis, though not at the same time. At least not at first.

My uncles were not planning to go this early in the summer to the lodge, as business for some reason was very busy. But now that I wanted to go, Shaheen and Taiba would go early and get everything set up, and Nadia would join later. Shaheen and Nadia would work out the schedules and leaves in the hospital (helps when my chotey mamu was the boss and owner). My aunts wanted me to spend the summer with them in the lodge. The three aunts would divide it amongst themselves so that one of them, or more, was always there at the lodge with me. There were perks to being close to your mamanis. As for my uncles, they would join later if their business permitted.

The day when I would go to the lodge, Shaheen would be there. Taiba would also be there, but had to leave on the same day for a few days to visit a relative in Tinpur, but then she would be back. After that, Nadia would join us much later in the summer for some time before my uncles could come.

When I called Nadia later that evening, she was delighted.

"So," She told me, half playfully and half wistfully, "Shaheen bhabhi and Taiba bhabhi will have you to themselves for a month, all alone, before I get there. Don't do anything to them that you won't to me!"

"Haha," I laughed, although I didn't get the joke then. Now I think back to it, it was almost prophetic.

So I would be literally spending a few weeks in a remote lodge, alone with three beautiful ladies, one at a time, and later with all of them. My aunts. My sexy mamanis. I could hardly wait. For some reason, I had a feeling this summer was going to be a different type of holiday. Oh, how right I was!

* * *

It was a bright and early Sunday morning when I got to the lodge. Shaheen opened the door and squealed in delight when she saw me. I threw my arms around my big aunt and embraced her in a tight bear hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed her against me.

"Oh, Nawaz, beta!" She gushed, as I buried my face in her bosom in the hug. "You will crush me to death!"

"Oh, mamani!" I drunk in her smell, my hands firmly wrapped around her waist, and resting just on top of her shapely bottom. I drew my head back, giving her a big smile, and then kissed her a big sloppy kiss on each of her cheeks. She was wearing a dupatta, so I partially kissed the edge of the cloth as well as pressed my lips against her smooth cheeks.

"Nawaz, how you gave grown!" She commented, eyeing me up and down once I let her go. "You are a handsome young man now! And my, you have lost a LOT of weight! You can be a filmy hero now!"

"C'mon, barey mamani." I laughed. "I will always be your little Nazu beta to you."

"Oh that you will be." Shaheen tousled my hair lovingly, and then turned around to go back inside the house. "Let's get you inside."

"Barey Mamani." I pouted. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

My aunt was puzzled. "What, beta?"

"I kissed you twice, once on each cheek." I told her. "So now you have to kiss me three times."

It was a game I played with my aunts when I was little. I would kiss them so many number of times and they would always kiss me one more.

"Oh, really." Shaheen laughed. "Alright, I will play your game, Nazu beta!"

Shaheen wrapped her arms around my waist and drew me close to her. I could smell the fragrance of her perfume as she pressed herself against me. With her boobs dangerously close to my face, I hoped Shaheen didn't feel my hardness poke her in between her legs. She then planted a wet one on my right cheek.

SMOOCH!

For a moment, I was lost in a temporary bliss as her lips pressed hard against my cheek.

"That's your welcome kiss." She said, and then planted another wet kiss on my right cheek.

SMOOCH!

"That's your 'make yourself at home' kiss."

Oh, how I felt every drop of her saliva as her lips brushed my cheek, even if it was only for a second.

Then Shaheen kissed the tip of my nose.

SMOOCH!

"And that's your bonus 'I love you from your favourite aunt' kiss."

"Thank you, mamani. I love you too." I was beaming as she let me go. My aunt turned around, and I followed the contour of her butt as she walked ahead of me. If only she knew what a dirty pervert I was! I so badly wanted to pinch that bum. Again.

"Your Taiba mamani is here." Shaheen told me, as she led me to a guest room. This was the room I always stayed in whenever I was here. "Taiba's in the shower now, so after you freshen up, go say salaam to her."

"Yes, barey mamani." I answered, my eyes on her behind. Her kameez was short and tight, so it climbed up, leaving her salwar visible. The salwar tightly clung to her posterior, and I could see her ass jiggle as she walked. My boner grew harder.

Something in her tone when she mentioned Taiba alerted me. Once she had led me to my room (the guestroom) I placed my suitcase beside the bed and turned to her.

"Barey mamani, is everything OK with Taiba mamani?"

"Well ..." Shaheen hesitated. "I am not sure how much to tell you, beta ..."

"I heard she and mamu had some issues." I cautiously took a guess, fishing for gossip. "I don't know how true that was."

If that was false, my aunt would have sharply retorted with "who the hell told you that", or maybe even give me a playful slap, but she didn't. Instead, Shaheen thoughtfully bit her lip.

"Well, you know how it is in our community." She shrugged. "Married for twelve years, no kids, wife getting older, letting herself go, getting fatter, people talk."

"It is people's job to talk." I told her. "I don't know why Taiba mamani pays attention to these snide comments. She should be happy and so should be mamu, with each other."

"Alas, life is hardly like that." Shaheen sighed. "Especially when snide comments come from one's mother-in-law."

"Oh." I then pointedly stepped closer to Shaheen. I placed an arm around her waist. She looked surprised but didn't say anything. I drew her closer to me.

"Barey Mamani." I gave her a hug. "You know I am not a kid any more. If our family is having some issues, you can tell me. I will try to help. You know I am very close to all of you, my beautiful mamanis."

As I spoke to her, I gave her waist a little squeeze.

For a moment, Shaheen looked she was thinking. Then she broke into a smile.

"Nazu!" She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on each of my cheeks.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

I wrapped my arms around her and gave her another tight hug. My hands were on her buttocks. I had to control myself so as not to grope or pinch her. Her rump felt so bubbly and bouncy against my palms.

"Nazu beta." Still wrapped up in my arms, my aunt kissed my forehead. "If anyone can comfort your mamanis, it's you."

"Thank you, barey mamani." Desperately I hoped she didn't feel my aching boner as she remained pressed against me. "I want to help."

"Your mamu -- Taiba's husband -- and her ... they are having some issues." Shaheen told me.

My arms were still wrapped around her, and she tousled my hair. "Maybe ... there's another woman ... although Taiba does not know for sure. Maybe your mamu is also having an affair. But ... you know, Taiba ... she really should also watch her figure ... you know ... but men ... they are dogs ... oh, sorry beta I didn't mean you."

"I know what you mean." I told Shaheen, as she apologized, and then kissed my cheeks again to show she didn't mean me.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

Oh, so many kisses! I loved this aunt!

"I am sure it will all work out though."

I finally had to let go of Shaheen. I didn't want to, I loved the feeling of my arms around her, her bum jiggling against my palms, but any longer and she would start to suspect else something was up. Like my dick.

"Well." Shaheen deliberately forced a smile. "You go ahead and freshen up, and then go cheer your Taiba mamani, ok? And don't forget, I am leaving this key here. This is an extra key to the front door."

"Yes, ma'am." I gave her a mock salute. She laughed, patted my cheek where she had kissed me and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

I took a quick shower, and then put on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I purposely chose the shortest pair of shorts I could find. It was just one inch short of being an underwear, really. I grinned to myself. I knew nothing would ever happen with my aunts (or so I thought then!) so this was some naughty behaviour I could indulge in, and my aunts would be oblivious to it! I then went off to Taiba's room.

The door was ajar, but I still knocked and called out. Hearing no reply, I walked in.

There was a sari lying on the bed. I could hear a tap running in the bathroom sink. It was clear that Taiba had still not finished her bath.

Now, as I had said, I was quite close to Taiba, and she was very free with me compared to Shaheen. Barey mamani, as I had mentioned, was quite conservative, so she would keep herself decently attired and prim and proper even when just around me, with only her headscarf not being there. But Taiba was much more relaxed around me. I had seen her in various stages of undress. However, that had been when I was younger. I didn't want her to come out naked into the room thinking no one was there and getting a shock at seeing me.

So I knocked on the bathroom door.

"Mamani, it's me." I told her. "Are you in there?"

To my utter surprise the door opened almost immediately.

"Oh, Nazu, it's you!" Taiba gushed, stepping out.

I looked at my aunt. Her hair was still wet, seductively clinging to her neck and shoulders. She had just put on her petticoat, and was wearing a bra, but her blouse was in her hand. Her bra covered half of her big cleavage, but I could still see ample amounts of her boobs, even as I tried to avert my eyes. And of course her waist, tummy, navel, back was completely bare.

"Oh, mamani." I didn't know what to say. "Maybe I can wait outside."

"Nonsense!" Taiba beamed. She dropped the blouse on the floor and spread her arms. "Oh how much you have grown, beta! And what a handsome man you are now! Come, give your old mamani a hug!"

I didn't need a second invitation. I wrapped my arms around her, making sure to hug her around her bare waist and cup her buttocks in my hands. I hugged her tight, pressing her against me. Her own arms went around my hips and my back.

"Mamani, I have missed you." I kissed her on her pudgy left cheek.

SMOOCH!

I nibbled a little on her fat cheek, before hastily withdrawing. Taiba turned her face expectantly, so now I gave her a sloppy kiss on the right cheek, pressing my lips against her blubbery flesh.

SMOOCH!

"And I have missed you too, beta." She told me, after I had kissed her. Still wrapped in my arms, she gave my bum a squeeze. "And you have grown into a lady killer!"

"Thank you, mamani." I leaned in and sniffed her neck. "Oh, mamani, you smell so nice!"

"Oh look at you!" Taiba laughed. With our arms still wrapped around each other, she slightly spanked me on my bum. "Flirting with your old, fat, ugly mamani!"

"Mamani! You are not fat, or old! And definitely not ugly! Who likes skinny girls anyways!"

I squeezed a bit of her waist as she squealed, and then I continued, "Real men like their women to have some meat on them, mamani! And really, you smell so nice, tell me what perfume is that?"

Taiba gave me a light spank on my rump again, and then blushed and said, "It's a new lavender perfume I tried out. Just because you are coming, you know!"

This time I gave her a little pinch on her bum.

"Now, who's flirting, Taibee?"

Taiba laughed, and then yelped as I pinched her butt again, this time hard.

"Oh, Naz, stop it! Oh my! Now my gaand is going to hurt there."

"No it won't." I gave her fat posterior a final squeeze, and then held them and jiggled them. "There's too much fat here, Taibee."

Taiba grinned. "OK, beta, you had your fun with your old mamani, playing with my peechwade. Now let me go. I am half naked; I need to put on some clothes."

"No, I won't let you go." I told her. I hugged her even tighter, pressing my crotch against her tummy, my hands resting square on her big derriere. "You owe me something, my beautiful half-naked mamani!"

"Something? What, beta?"

SMOOCH!

I leaned in and gave her a kiss, again on her right cheek. This time I purposely extended the kiss, making her cheek very wet.

"Now, mamani, you owe me four kisses."

"Oh." For a minute Taiba was puzzled, but then her eyes grew wide as she realized what I meant. "OH."

The next minute was pure bliss as a half-naked Taiba, wrapped tightly in my arms, pressed her big fat lips against my cheeks, four times, and gave me four wet, sloppy kisses.

SMOOCH!

"That's your welcome to our lodge kiss, Nazu beta."

SMOOCH!

"That's your 'I love you beta and I am glad you came to visit your old aunt' kiss."

SMOOCH!

"That's your 'please don't pinch my peechwade' kiss."

SMOOCH!

"And that's your 'can you please let go of your naked mamani so she can get dressed' kiss."

I gave her rump one final pinch. Reluctantly, I had to let her go after that.

"OK, beta, now let me wear my blouse so you can finally look at me properly without blushing." Taiba said, bending down to pick up the blouse, and allowing me once again an ample look at her big boobs. She straightened up and glanced at the blouse in dismay.

"Oh no!" She uttered. "This is one of those that buttons up on the back."

Taiba looked at me. "Can you help do me up, beta?"

"Sure, mamani."

I had helped Nadia and Taiba before with their blouses so I knew what to do. Taiba inserted her hands and got into the blouse before turning her back onto me. I looked at her, her bare back all visible, and I had a momentary urge to just undo her bra strap. Fighting that, I buttoned up her blouse so now she was dressed in the blouse and petticoat. Turning around, she picked up the sari from her bed and started to put it on.

"Mamani," I told her. "I have to go to my room for just a minute. I will meet you downstairs for lunch."

"Sure, beta."

I went to my room and closed my door.

"Oh God!" I cried out, taking out my dick. It was hard, and I was panting. I stroked myself for some time, until I felt much calmer. Taiba was the one who was fat, but oh how I wanted to fuck her so badly!

I really wanted to cum desperately, but I knew I couldn't. Not now. I had to go downstairs for lunch. Maybe, after lunch, when I would go to my room to rest, I could do it.

I was really hard, so I sat down on the bed and took out my phone. I watched a few cricket videos and then some funny videos, until all thoughts of my chubby half naked buxom aunt disappeared from my mind. Composing myself and taking some deep breaths, I made my way downstairs.

As I came down for lunch, I walked towards the kitchen, and paused just outside. I overheard both my aunts talking about me. They didn't know I was there because I was just outside the kitchen, hidden by the wall.

"Good to see Nazu hasn't changed much." Taiba was saying.

"Well," Shaheen replied. "He has grown much taller, and much fitter too! He lost a lot of weight. I think he actually has a six pack now!"

"Yes, of course." Taiba was silent for a moment. "But he's still like a little kid in some other ways. Cute, of course."

"I know what you mean." Shaheen laughed. "Do you know, when he greeted me, he still wanted to play that kissing game we used to play."

Taiba joined in her laughter. "And did you play with him?"

Shaheen had a guilty look on her face. "I did, actually. I couldn't stop myself, actually. He is so loveable. And when he makes that pout with his lips ..."

"I know!" Taiba agreed. "He played the same game with me! Good to see a young man still hugging and kissing his old aunts freely. Lot of boys now don't want to be affectionate when they grow up."

"I know." Shaheen agreed. "I love that about our Nazu. He's so sweet."

Then Shaheen poked Taiba in the ribs. "Always good to have a handsome young man tell us old ladies we are pretty eh? And if that young man wants to hug and kiss me ..."

Taiba had a sly grin. "Dear Bhabhi! You! The conservative one! What would our venerable old mother-in-law say to that?"

Both my aunts laughed.

"I think," Shaheen said. "I will send Nazu to visit his naani. She needs some hugs and kisses in her life as well. Maybe her handsome grandson can boost her spirits!"

Both ladies started to laugh.

"Bhabhi." Taiba asked, "Did you get pinched in the bum again?"

Shaheen made a face.

"Oh how I wish I never made that stupid bet!" She said. "But this time I told him if he pinches me, I am going to give him a tight slap. I have some izzat you know! I am not like you, letting my nephew's hands roam all over my body!"

Taiba grinned.

"You should try it, Bhabhi! He can be a real handful! Are you really going to slap him, Bhabhi, if he pinches you? Last time you practically waved your gaand in his face!"

Shaheen paused, and then broke into a smile.

"Oh Taiba! You know me so well. I love Nazu. If he wants to have some fun with his old mamani, then I will ..."

I wanted to hear more, but they were walking out of the kitchen and towards the dining room with some food, so I couldn't just remain standing outside. I drew myself up and headed towards the dining room as well.

It was time for lunch.

----

I walked to the dining table and saw that three of my favourite dishes were laid out there. Chicken biryani, paneer saag (spinach and cheese) and tiger shrimps.

"Oh my mamanis!" I gushed. "This is amazing! Thank you!"

"Well, Shaheen Bhabhi really prepared everything." Taiba told me modestly. "I helped. This is all her doing. She has been the most excited that you are visiting."

Shaheen blushed. "Oh, c'mon. It's not every day our favourite nephew pays us a visit."

I suddenly felt a lot of love for these ladies who were taking time out from their own families to make my visit special. I ran up to Shaheen and embraced her in a bear hug. My hands snaked around her hips and I placed my lips on her cheek.

"Thank you, barey mamani!"

SMOOCH!

"You are the best, barey mamani."

SMOOCH!

"I love you so much, barey mamani."

SMOOCH!

"This is simply amazing, barey mamani."

SMOOCH!

"Ooooh ... thank you, beta." Shaheen's rosy cheeks were blushing a deep red as I kissed her affectionately a few times.

Then I turned to Taiba.

"I haven't forgotten you, Taibee." I told her, wrapping my arms around her bare midriff.

"You better not!" Taiba told me naughtily as I squeezed her waist. My buxom aunt purred as I lovingly pinched and patted her rump, before grudgingly letting go. I so badly wanted to kiss her as well, but it wouldn't be proper in front of my barey mamani.

Shaheen sat down at the head of the table. As I was about to take a seat, Taiba stopped me.

"Go on, go sit by your barey mamani." She told me. I looked at her, and then at Shaheen, in surprise.

Shaheen tapped her knees.

"Come, sit here, beta. It's your first time here in two years. I am going to feed you with my own hands."

"Oh, mamani." It was now my turn to blush. "I am too big for that."

"Nonsense!" Shaheen's tone was firm. "Come here."

"I will surely be too heavy now to sit on your lap, mamani." I pleaded.

"No." Shaheen's tone was gentle, but firm. "Come here."

Before I knew it, Taiba's hand was on my ear.

"Come, Nazu beta." She gave my ear a gentle pull and twist, before letting it go. "Go sit by your barey mamani."

"Yes, mamani." I gave in.

I walked over to where Shaheen was seated, turned myself so that my back was to her. Shaheen placed a hand on my bum to guide me to her lap. Was it my imagination, or did she cop a feel of my left butt cheek? It was just for a moment though, and then I sat down on her lap, on her knees. I had placed myself to her left so that she could feed me with her right hand.

"Are you ok, mamani?" I asked her, my right hand wrapping myself around my aunt's back, my palm resting just above the small of her back.

Shaheen smiled. "It's just like old times, beta."

I leaned in and gave Shaheen another kiss on her cheeks.

SMOOCH!

"Thank you for feeding me, mamani. I missed you all during the last two years. Remember when I used to visit you in Shimla when you were on assignment there and you used to feed me like this every time?"

"Oh I remember, beta. And even then you were embarrassed to sit on my lap!"

"I know, mamani," I leaned in and again kissed my aunt.

SMOOCH!

"You always used to make my favourite dishes even then, barey mamani!"

Shaheen smiled and blew me a kiss, and then nodded to Taiba. Taiba took a plate, and filled it with food, and gave it back to Shaheen. Taiba then herself took a plate, filled it up and sat down beside us, to my left, to eat. My hands remained on Shaheen's back. I badly wanted to stroke her, caress her, or even go down and touch her butt, but I fought and restrained myself.

Shaheen gathered some food with her fingers, and made a small newala (a small ball of rice, chicken and spinach), and then brought it up to my mouth. I opened the mouth, and she fed me the mouthful. I closed my mouth, feeling her fingers against my lips as she withdrew my hands.

She then made another newala, and then fed herself. My aunt and I were thus eating from the same plate.

For the next ten minutes, we talked about mundane stuff as Shaheen alternated between feeding me a mouthful, and then feeding herself. I remained seated on her lap, eating from her hands. Once or twice she would place a finger in my mouth and I would lick that finger clean. My right hand was resting on her back, while my left hand was carefully concealing my crotch, and the bulge I had between my legs.

"The food is delicious, mamani!" I exclaimed. "And what makes it ever tastier is the fact that my beautiful mamani is feeding me herself."

Shaheen smiled.

"Want some seconds, beta?" She asked me, as our plate became empty.

"Yes, of course, mamani."

Suddenly Shaheen's cell phone, which was placed in front of us on the table, started to ring.

"Hmm! I wonder who it could be!" Shaheen muttered as she reached for the phone. "The name isn't showing!"

She answered the phone and spoke a few words, and then with her left hand she patted my bum.

"Beta! Stand up, please!"

I got off my aunt so she could stand up and take the call. She hurried spoke to someone on her cell.

"Beta!" She looked at me after hanging up. "I have to go and take care of some hospital stuff on the laptop upstairs. But please have seconds. It's now Taiba's turn to feed you. So go sit on her lap."

This time I sat down on Taiba's fat thighs, carefully sitting on her lap so she also could feed me with her right hand. My hand went around her bare waist, encircling her and resting on her bare skin. Shaheen went to wash her hands and then went upstairs.

"What? No kiss for me?" Taiba pouted as she took some food into her plate.

"Oh, mamani!" I laughed. "I have spice and curry on my lips! I didn't kiss barey mamani AFTER she stared feeding me, you know!"

"That's OK. I can always wash up after, you know!"

I grinned. "You win, Taibee!"

I wrapped both arms around her bounteous waist, pulled her close to me, and pressed my lips on to her succulent, fleshy, rosy cheeks and gave her a wet, hungry kiss.

SMOOCH!

My hands rested on her waist as she then fed me a newala. It was so tasty. After I finished it, I gave her another hug, and then used one hand to gently rub her cheek, and then gave her another soggy kiss.

SMOOCH!

And so it continued. After every newala, I would give her a hug and a very sloppy kiss. After every two or three mouthfuls, Taiba would let me lick her fingers clean before she started again. By the time the plate was done, I had kissed her a few dozen times and I was sporting a huge bulge between my legs. It was finally a relief when lunch was done, otherwise I was afraid my boner was going to get noticed.

* * *

My uncle, my barey mamu (Shaheen's husband), called after lunch.

"So Nawaz beta!" He boomed. "How are you? When did you get there?"

"I am fine, mamu." I replied. I decided to get a little naughty, and put him on the speakerphone. "I am enjoying spending some time alone with your wife."

Shaheen grinned at me.

"Ha-ha." My uncle laughed. "Better you than me! At least someone is enjoying!"

Shaheen just shook her head. Taiba was stifling a laugh.

"Oh, she's a great lady, your wife." I continued to troll my uncle. "And she fed me with her own hands too!"

"Aw. She loves to take care of you, Nawaz."

Shaheen stood up to stand behind me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. She gave me a little peck on the back of my neck.

"You will always be my baby, Nazu." She whispered to me so my uncle couldn't hear, and then kissed my neck again.

"Nawaz." My uncle's voice changed. "Listen, since you are there, I need you to do some work for me. There's this package in the village ..."

The next fifteen minutes was my uncle giving me some chores to do for him in the lodge and in the village of Tinpur. After I hung up, I turned to find Taiba standing next to me.

"Come with me, Nazu." She ordered.

"Um ... yes, mamani."

I was actually planning go to my room and shag to thoughts of Shaheen and her round buttocks, but something in Taiba's voice alerted me. She was looking to have a longer conversation with me. Probably wanted to complain to me about her husband and mother-in-law. I was the only young one in the family that often gave her a sympathetic year and a shoulder to cry on. In return, she often turned a blind eye to my indiscretions and lecherous behaviour.

Shaheen was cleaning up in the kitchen after the meal, so I offered to help her. Shaheen smiled and once again patted me on my butt, and told me to go give Taiba some company. I thus followed Taiba to her room, my eyes following the contours of her rump as she climbed up the stairs ahead of me.

"You can stay in my room for now." Taiba said. "Your barey mamani is going to the village market for some stuff, and won't be returning for at least three hours, and I will be all alone. You can give me some company."

For some reason, and it could be my imagination, but I felt she stressed on the words "all alone".

It's stupid, I thought. She's my mamani.

"Er ... sure, mamani, if you want me to." I replied. "I was planning to actually go to my room and lie down for a bit. I am a little tired from the journey."

What I didn't add was that, mamani, I need to masturbate to thoughts of your big bosom. My balls are aching, my beautiful fat Taibee. I need to cum.

Taiba heaved her big body onto the bed as it creaked slightly, and then patted the area beside her.

"Come here, beta. Lie down with me. You can sleep here. No need to go to your room."

"Er ... yes, mamani. Are you sure though ... I mean ..."

"Oh, Nazu!" My aunt grinned. "Surely after spending all of lunch on my lap hugging and kissing me, you suddenly are not shy of cuddling with your Taibee now, are you?"

"Er ... no, mamani." I cautiously climbed into the bed beside her, her taunt ringing in my ears.

Of all my aunts, Taiba was special. We have a playful, flirtatious relationship – that was true. I was closer to her than my other aunts.

Taiba, like all my mamanis, had always been very friendly to me, and on occasions like birthdays and festivals instead of giving a short innocent peck on the cheek, I have deliberately kissed her for a few seconds longer. Like today's kisses at lunch. I would never kiss Shaheen after every mouthful, but with Taibee I felt free to kiss her.

Sometimes when we both had been sitting, perhaps on the sofa watching a movie, I have at times placed my hand on her thighs as if to help myself stand up, or deliberately kept touching her bare arm or hand for a few seconds longer than required. And my hand and her waist had a special friendship. I wouldn't think twice of placing my hand on her bare waist, or even her back. I often pinch her bum, something I have not really done to my other aunts with the same frequency. In my mind, I imagined to myself that I am sure she must have noticed and secretly accepted my special attention, though in reality I knew to her it was probably just harmless flirting from a young nephew.

But the bed was dangerous territory. I didn't want to misread her innocent, playful signals and do something stupid that would ruin our relationship for ever. Then again, I was really, really horny.

That phrase spoken by Shaheen to Taiba earlier in the kitchen came floating back to my mind.

"I am not like you," Shaheen had told Taiba, "Letting my nephew's hands roam all over my body!"

And what had Taiba replied? I don't remember now.

"Do u need a blanket, beta?" Taiba asked, breaking my thoughts. "I remember when you were a kid you used to kick off your blanket when you were asleep, and just hug me tightly."

"Well, you do generate a lot of heat, with all that mass." I teased her. Taiba playfully swatted at me but I caught her arm.

"I am used to a blanket covering me now, even in the summer." I told her. "Maybe I might need some type of cover."

I let go of her arm, thinking to myself that sharing a blanket with my buxom aunt was also a good way to sleep close to her. If I was again going to touch her waist or tummy or even her bum (or as she liked to call it, her peechwade), this would be the first time I would be doing it as an adult, in the bed. Taiba took a light blanket and spread it on both of us.

"This is nice, mamani." I told her as we both lay on our backs on the bed, beside each other. "I haven't slept with you since I was 10 or 12 years old. I used to sleep with you and barey mamani all the time."

"Oh, yes." Taiba smiled. "Yes, you were always a clingy baby, and even as a teenager, and you used to hug me and hold me close every time until we would fall asleep."

I was secretly thrilled at the idea of sleeping close to her, even cuddling with her, but was also afraid, because I knew she was just being nice to me. I was also, once again, quite hard. I really wanted to shag in my room, but here I was in bed with her, unable to even take out my dick and stroke it.

Nevertheless, despite my apprehensions, I crept closer to Taiba. She was facing the ceiling and I was lying sideways facing her. She was wearing the same sari. The part of her sari covering her breasts were loose and I could clearly see her falling breasts, dancing this side and that side. Somehow this time I didn't have the courage to lay my hands on her. Seeing me hesitate, she herself took my hand and placed it on her stomach. Her bare stomach.

"Don't ever start to feel shy with me, Nazu." She told me, as my finger rested on her navel. "You are the one relative I love dearly, and who I know loves me back equally. If you want to hug me, just put your arms around me and hug me. And if you want to kiss me, just take me and kiss me."

"Er ... of course, mamani."

Something in the words she used should have alerted me, and something in the way she said it should have warned me, but I was too lost to notice that. All I could think of at that minute was that my hand ... was on her tummy.

My hand.

On her tummy.

On her bare tummy.

And she had just given me license, carte blanche if you will, to have my fun with her.

If you want to hug me, just put your arms around me and hug me. And if you want to kiss me, just take me and kiss me.

Her sari's pallu had fallen away, so her navel was completely bare, and Taiba seemed not to mind. She started to talk about my naani, and complain about her husband. I barely heard her.

Aah!! The smoothness of her skin, as I pressed my palm against her stomach was mind boggling. The tip of my forefinger danced around the edge of her navel. I watched her tummy rise and fall with her breathing, and as she animatedly went on about the family. What a beautiful tummy! What a voluptuous lady! How could mamu even think of having an affair?

I was lost in my thoughts, just fantasizing about my plump mamani and she too was engrossed in family gossip. My mind was racing, and I wanted to touch her huge boobs. They were so close to my hand, which now rested limply on the top of her belly. Dare I?

Slowly, while talking to her, and agreeing with how horribly she was treated, I slid my hands closer to her blouse. When I touched the lower end of her blouse I stopped and let my hand just rest there. I was already in forbidden territory. I have touched Taiba on her waist, on her tummy, and definitely on her bum, but never have I touched her breasts.

"... and then your uncle did not even speak one word against her. NOT ONE WORD!" Taiba was saying. "Can you imagine? I was just standing there, listening to my OWN MOTHER-IN-LAW rebuke me for not having kids, and your uncle just stood there."

"It's a shame, mamani." I replied robotically, my mind somewhere else. I was watching her big boobs rise and fall as she talked. "Mamu should appreciate what a loving, and may I say, beautiful wife he has."

"Thank you, beta. You are so sweet. Your wife will be one lucky lady."

"Nah!" I purposely patted Taiba on her tummy, while my fingers "accidently" touched the lower part of her breasts. "When I have a fat, sexy girlfriend like you, mamani, why do I need a wife. If you ever tire of mamu, just get married to me."

"You are a devil." My aunt grinned. I smiled, moved my hands to behind her bum and squeezed her butt cheek. Taiba grinned as I patted her rump, and then paid me no heed as she started to rant again about my nani, while I played with her peechwade.

Here I was on more familiar ground, as I had touched, caressed, squeezed, patted and pinched Taiba's buttocks before. And to my surprise, my aunt hardly paid any attention as my hands roamed freely on her peechwade.

My dick was raging hard, but I HAD to let it suffer. There was no way I could do what I really wanted to do. And what I wanted what I really wanted to do was take my penis out and stroke it. I wanted my darling Taiba mamani to see what a huge dick I had. I wanted her to be mesmerized by it, to start stroking it, to then to put her beautiful fat lips around on it and start sucking it. Of course that would remain a fantasy for now, but I shifted slightly. I didn't want her to see that placing my hands on her body was making me all hot and excited. I couldn't risk for her to know that I had a hard on. I thought that once she is asleep I might be able to caress her boobs slightly, or might even, if she was sleeping really soundly, be able to open a button or two of her blouse and catch a peek of the forbidden melons.

"Kiss me."

"Huh?" My reverie was broken by my aunt's sudden order. I looked at her. She was smiling.

"Beta, you are so tired." She said. "You just want to sleep, but you are listening to me so sweetly and patiently."

"It's ... it's alright, my beautiful moti mamani." I told her. "I am here to comfort you."

"No, you should sleep." Taiba then pointed to her right cheek. "Give me a kiss here before you go to sleep."

"Er ... yes, mamani."

Reluctantly I took my hands off her big behind, and placed it on the bed on the other side of her, and leaned over her to kiss her on the right cheek. Taiba closed her eyes as I pressed myself onto her.

SMOOCH!

Then she opened her eyes and pointed to her left cheek.

"Another kiss?" She asked.

"Er ... yes, mamani."

I dutifully kissed her again.

SMOOCH!

My lips pressed against her plump cheeks as I drunk in the moment.

I thought that was it, but Taiba mamani wanted to cuddle. It was clear she was in need of some affection that mamu wasn't providing her.

It was pure torture for my dick, as Taiba placed her head on my right forearm. She faced away from me, so I pressed myself against her back, my hard manhood pressing against her bum. She once again took my left hand and placed it on her bare waist. We were now cuddling, rather, we were now spooning. Her bum rubbed against my poor dick.

"Mamani." I grabbed a little of her tummy and gave her belly a little squeeze. "You seemed to have put on a little weight from the last time I saw you."

"Oh, I know, beta." Taiba replied wistfully as I continued to jiggle her belly. "All that stress with your mamu and nani, I just feel like eating all the time."

I moved my hands to the front of her tummy and grabbed her there just below the navel.

"I can give you some exercises, mamani," I told her, shaking her lower belly. "And it will help make this fat go in. I can even exercise with you, if you like."

"Thank you, beta, you are so sweet."

I then moved my hand all the way to her back, just below her butt. My hand, I realized by this time, had been moving all over her body. I had touched her all over.

"Your stress eating seemed to have put on some weight here as well," I said, patting her on the ass. "This should go in as well."

Taiba sighed.

"Yes, beta. I know. My buttocks are almost as big as Shaheen Bhabhi's now."

"Mamani! There is one difference though. You have very nice spankable buttocks."

My aunt giggled.

"Don't tell me you now want to spank my bum! My poor peechwade!"

I then raised my hand slightly, held it for a few seconds and brought it down sharply on her buttocks.

SMACK!

Taiba's whole body quivered as I struck her buttocks, but she didn't say anything.

"Hear that, mamani!" I told her. "That's the sound which means when you and I are here for two weeks, we are going to exercise daily."

"Er ... yes, beta. As you wish, beta."

SMACK!

"You will feel good about yourself once you spend some quality time with me, Taibee. No more of this moping nonsense."

"Yes, beta."

SMACK!

"And that's for leaving just as soon as I get here, mamani. I will miss you terribly."

"I will miss you too, beta."

SMACK!

"Why are you leaving so soon, mamani?"

"I am so sorry, beta. I had planned that visit before I knew you were coming."

SMACK!

"Alright, but when you are back mamani, we will make up for lost time."

"Er ... yes, beta."

I then placed my hand back on her tummy and caressed her navel. I badly wanted to continue to spank her buttocks but I had to restrain myself. I was surprised I actually had the guts to do it more than once, and also that Taiba playfully and sportingly took the spanking.

After jiggling her belly again, I then kissed Taiba on the nape of her neck, and then on her bare back through the blouse strings. I then once again gave her a gentle pinch on the bum, almost on the same area where I had spanked her. I then gently caressed her behind, my hands cupping her buttocks.

"Mamani, you are beautiful. Both inside and out. Never you forget it!"

Taiba sighed.

"Thank you, beta, thank you. I wish more men were like you, Nazu."

We remained in that position, my hands playing with her hips, her back pressed against my chest, my hardness pressed against her bum. My rising penis kept boring itself deep into the crack of her ass. I continued to kiss her on the back of her neck every so often, and give her butt cheek a pinch now and then.

After about ten minutes I could sense her slowly start to doze off. I myself was also tired, but I willed myself to stay awake. My penis buried deep in her buttocks also prevented me from sleeping. I feigned to be asleep, with some heavy breathing and light snores, but kept my hand near her waist, and kept feeling her skin, and from time to time straying to her butt. The warmth of her skin was getting too much to bear for me. I knew I could cum any moment now. But I had to wait. So ... was Taiba mamani really asleep?

After about half an hour I was absolutely sure that Taiba mamani was in la-la-land. She was snoring lightly, and her breathing was calm, and she seemed sound asleep. So I took the courage and slowly slid my hand up her tummy and on to her breasts. Taking a chance, I cupped her left boob.

Oh boy! I was there! I was doing it! My hand was on her mound, and I was hoping that she wouldn't wake up. With my palm now covering her breast, I could feel her boobs go up and down with her breathing. I wished this would go on forever. Yes, she was wearing a blouse, but I was actually holding her boob in my hand! And my penis – my hard penis – buried deep into her booty

Then I slowly pressed her left boob very lightly. Through the thin material of the blouse, I could sense that she had a bra underneath, obviously. I took a look at her face once again. Yes, she appeared to be fast asleep. Taking a chance, I slowly moved my hands to her back and undid one hook of the blouse. Pop! Suddenly her whole blouse loosened quite a bit. Initially her boobs appeared to be fighting to burst out of her blouse. Suddenly with the additional slack, her blouse appeared to loosen up. I lifted the blanket up and let myself have a magnificent view of her ample cleavage.

"Oh, Taiba!" I cried out, as I watched her ample bosom. My dick rubbed against her fat, sari clad ass. I shifted my ass back away from my aunt, moved my hands to my shorts and lowered the waistband until my dick popped out, free and uninhibited by the shorts. I then placed my bare dick against my aunt's bum.

"Oh, Taiba!"

After that I again pressed her boobs a bit more. My dick was now screaming for relief.

I began to move my hips so my penis rubbed against the sari covering her buttocks, while my hand was on her boob, slightly squeezing it. I was thus shagging myself against her big behind.

Suddenly my penis started to twitch. Oh God, I was starting to cum. I tried to do it silently but it was all too much. Taiba's boobs. Taiba's buttocks. The banter.

I couldn't help but moan slightly as my dick erupted with all that pent up rage. For the next minute or so I was lost in the passion. My penis was shooting cum everywhere. When I was done I looked at the damage.

There was a lot of wetness on my shorts, on my hand, on the bed, and also a big spot on Taiba's ass. I got up and fetched some tissues, and gently wiped off what I could. After that, I climbed back into bed, spooned by lovely aunt, and dozed off to more perverted thoughts of Taiba mamani and Shaheen mamani. This was just the first day of the summer, and the day wasn't even done yet.

----

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?

"And," Taiba grinned. "I think you took that to heart. You hands have hardly left my body from then! My waist has been squeezed and jiggled and caressed, and my poor bum! You have patted my peechwade, played with my buttocks while we were lying down, pinched my gaand and oh, I even got a spanking from you today!"

"Mamani! I ..." I didn't know what to say. I immediately lifted my hands up and away from her waist. "I am so sorry! I was just fooling around ... Taibee ... Taiba ... mamani! I didn't mean anything! I am so sorry! I definitely crossed some boundaries there, mamani. Please forgive me. I ..."

"Sssh!" My aunt shushed me into silence, and then placed her pudgy hand over mine. I looked at her in surprise. There was a twinkle in her eye as she then took my hand and placed it back on her hips. On the bare skin of her waist.

"Beta." She placed her other hand on my thigh, caressing me there, almost seductively. "What I said in the afternoon, I mean it. If you want to hug me, just take me and hug me. And if you want to me a chummah – a kiss, just take me and give me a chummah!"

Taiba then looked at my eyes. Her face was lit up in a beautiful smile. I was definitely getting harder with our conversation, and mamani's stroking of my thigh didn't help. Also the fact that her hands were moving slowly upwards. Upwards, towards my rapidly hardening penis.

"And if you want to pinch my bum, beta," She said, "Just say my name and snap your fingers. I will come, bend over and present my gaand to you. It's yours to be pinched, patted, groped, caressed, or ... hehe ... spanked. You can do WHAT you want with my peechwade, beta."

"Wow, mamani, I don't know what to say!"

"Say you will spank me, beta." Taiba replied. "Say you will pinch my gaand so hard I will cry. Say you will fondle my boobs. Say your hands will be all over my jism – my body. My taan, maan, badan – my soul, my mind and my body all belongs to you, beta!"

I was speechless.

"Beta." Taiba continued. "The last few hours I felt more like a woman than I did in the last couple of years. And for that, I have you to thank, Nazu."

"Mamani! I ..." I still didn't know how to react. This was happening very fast. I have always fooled around with her but I always thought of it as harmless fun. I dreamt, and fantasized about it leading somewhere, but I never expected those fantasies to materialize. For now, I just meekly gave her waist another squeeze.

"If you want, you can pinch my buttocks, you know." Taiba told me. "Or squeeze my boobs."

I merely nodded, not believing the conversation.

"When you spanked me today," Taiba recounted, her hands now definitely brushing against my very hard manhood. "For a moment I was surprised. I was in shock actually. I mean, I was enjoying what you were doing to me. Your hands. Your kisses. I was feeling like a woman. Your squeezes. And the way you pinched my behind. I was feeling desired, and feeling beautiful and sexy. And then – WHAM!"

"I don't know what got into me." I confessed. "When I saw those buttocks of yours, even through the sari, and the way the sari kept getting stuck in the crack, I just felt I had to whack you on that big, fat ass of yours."

Taiba giggled.

"And I hope, beta, you continue to feel the same way when I return in two weeks."

There was no doubt now. Her hands were cupping my groin and her forefinger was tracing a path on my hardness.

"Mamani." I leaned in and kissed her on her cheek. "When you are back, I will spank you so hard you won't be able to sit. I will put you over my knees and spank your gaand with my hand and then with my belt and with your hair brush. Your big fat ass will be red with my beatings. And THEN I will show you what a true mard – a real man – does to a lady."

Taiba squealed in delight.

"I can't wait for this two weeks to pass so quickly, Nazu. I wish I wasn't going away."

"Me too." My hands were now definitely squeezing and fondling her behind, and she was unabashedly stroking my manhood through my jeans. "And my darling Taibee, I will not let you sleep at night, Taibee. Be prepared, mamani."

* * *

A beautiful aroma of biryani hit me as I entered the house. I had just dropped Taiba off at the bus depot and taken another rickshaw back after her bus had left. I shut the door and walked towards the kitchen. Shaheen mamani was there, slaving over another of my favourite dish.

"Ah, Nazu, you are back." She saw me and gave me a smile. "Look, I am making butter chicken and biryani for dinner."

"Oh, mamani." I stood next to her, placed a firm hand on her bum, grabbed her by the waist, powerfully turned her around so she was facing me, and gave her a kiss on her left cheek.

SMOOCH!

She was now not wearing her dupatta, and her long hair fell to her big rotund hips. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her against me, this time kissing her right cheek.

SMOOCH!

Easy tiger! I had to tell myself. This is Shaheen, not Taiba. I once again turned to her left cheek.

SMOOCH!

"You are the best, Shaheen mamani."

I then pressed my lips against her right cheek

SMOOCH!

"Hmm." Shaheen winked at me. "And all these kisses are for butter chicken or biryani?"

"Not just for butter chicken or biryani, barey mamani!" I told her, leaning in for another kiss, this time again on her left cheek. "They are for you."

SMOOCH!

"You take such good care of me, mamani. It's for the things you do from the heart."

SMOOCH!

"Alright, alright." Shaheen was blushing. "Now let me go, beta, so I can continue. Remember, I am your Shaheen mamani, not Taiba!"

My hands were just above the small of her back. It took ALL of my self control to not lower my hands and firmly grab hold of those buttocks. Reluctantly, I had to let her go. I had to remind myself – this is not Taiba. This is Shaheen.

And she had just said that! The way I carried on with Taiba was an open family secret now.

"Let me change into something comfortable, and I will be right back." I told her. "I'll be quick. I love hanging out with you, mamani."

And then Shaheen once again patted me on my rear!

"I know, beta. Whenever you are here you are always following us ladies around."

Her hand was still on my ass! And then she again patted my rear end!

"Now go change fast." Shaheen said. "I want to serve dinner – I am hungry!"

As she said the words "now go" she definitely cupped my left butt cheek. If I had a doubt if she was doing it on purpose, it was now gone.

I went to my room and stripped off all of my clothes. As I stood there in my room, stark naked, I glanced at the mirror.

Thank God for exercise, I thought, glancing at my athletic figure. Firm abs, good pecs, and a nice and tight tushy. And dare I say, a good sized pecker. I stroked myself, watching my reflection as I got hard, thinking about Taiba. I couldn't wait until she was back! I was going to fuck her until she couldn't walk!

Meanwhile, I had to force myself to calm down. This was Shaheen here, not Taiba. She's the more conservative one. I know she didn't say anything when I was kissing her, but I must learn to restrain myself. Some people pat the rear end affectionately, without any ulterior motives. Maybe Shaheen was the same. Or maybe ...

What did she say to Taiba this morning in the kitchen? I now remembered.

"I love Nazu. If he wants to have some fun with his old mamani, then I will ..."

The rest had been cut off as the ladies had emerged from the kitchen and I had to come in their presence.

"Oh, Shaheen." I thought, stroking myself. "What were you going to say, about me having fun with you?"

I then remembered how she was scolding Taiba about being too free with me. A lady of contradictions – that's what Shaheen was. Maybe, I tried to think it out, she had to present a conservative appearance in front of Taiba. But now that Taiba was gone ...

I put on a Tshirt, and then my shorts. These were the same shortest pair of shorts I had worn in the afternoon. The one that I had on when I had masturbated over Taiba's buttocks. Quite small shorts. As I said, it was just one inch short of being an underwear, really. I then went downstairs to the kitchen.

"Did Taiba mamani call?" I asked Shaheen, taking a seat on a stool and watching her work. "Has she reached yet?"

"Yes." Shaheen answered. She was now cutting up some onions, and her hands moved fast. So did her ass. "She just texted me. She told me to thank you for dropping her off, and sends her love."

"Oh." I made a face. "Why did she have to go now? We all could have had so much fun!"

"She'll be back in two weeks!" Shaheen laughed. "Meanwhile, you have this old aunt to cuddle to sleep with, or have some fun!"

I looked at her, trying to see if she was joking. But Shaheen's face was noncommittal. She was busy with her cooking. Was it something about being at a lodge, far from the city, I wondered. First Taiba, now ... perhaps ... maybe ... Shaheen? I was hopeful. Then again, her words could just have innocent connotations! It was so frustrating. Maybe I should just be happy Taiba would be here in two weeks, and forget about Shaheen. I could do what I wanted with Taiba. She was the slutty aunty.

"A maid, Pushpita, will be here in the mornings." Shaheen told me, as she put some vegetables on another wok. "If you have clothes to wash, or need some ironing, or any other work, give it to Pushpita then. She's only here from 9-noon. That girl also knows how to give a great massage, if you should ever need one."

"Yes, mamani." I sat and chatted with her as she cooked. My thoughts kept going back to what she said about cuddling to sleep with her. Did she really mean it? Should I ask her? I really couldn't work up the guts to ask her. So instead I talked with her about her family, her husband's work, and my nani.

It was sometime after dinner, and when we were sitting in the living room and watching an old movie, that Shaheen went back to the topic of cuddling.

"Beta, this is a big house." She said, clasping and unclasping her hands, as if she was nervous. "And you know... me ... I ... I hate sleeping alone. I was wondering ... well I was thinking ... if ... you know ... you would sleep in my room."

"Oh?" From dullness, suddenly my mind was racing in top gear like a race car suddenly just at the finish line, but I tried to play it cool. And dumb. And smooth.

"In your room, mamani? Where will I sleep?"

Oh, so smooth.

"Why, in the bed, of course." Shaheen replied, chuckling.

Now for dumb.

"And ... um ... what about you, mamani?"

Shaheen laughed.

"Why, beta. I will sleep on the bed too! I am your mamani, so it's OK! Beside, you used to sleep and hug me tight before!"

Oh she wants a hug, does she? Now for the gambit. The throw of the dice.

"Mamani ... I ..." I tried to choose my words carefully. "I'm older now. It's really hot here, even with A/C at night. So, at night, you know ... I usually sleep in my underwear. I don't know if you would like that if I wore an underwear to bed and slept with you."

"Oh." For a moment Shaheen's face fell, and I wondered if I overplayed my hand. Then she brightened up.

"Koi baat nehi, beta. No problem. You can wear an underwear to bed." She said, and then grinned. "After all, it's unlikely to be much smaller than the shorts you are wearing now, you naughty boy!"

I actually had the good sense to blush. I thought I would miss Taiba, but this just got more interesting.

* * *

I finished peeing and cleaned myself up.

I was in Shaheen mamani's bathroom. I wondered what barey mamani would think once I exited the washroom. I had hung my shorts on the door. I was now dressed in my underwear. It was very small. The bottom part ended just below my balls. It barely covered my genitals, and as long as I wasn't sitting with my legs up, it was OK. If my legs were raised ... well let's just say barey mamani would have a more intimate view of me.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the bathroom door and entered the bedroom.

Shaheen was lying down on the bed, dressed in a simple salwar kameez. She was reading some news on her phone. When she saw me, she remarkably didn't bat an eyelid. She just took me in, glancing at me from top to bottom, her eyes lingering for just a moment on my small underwear. Then she patted on the bed to her side.

"Come on this side, Nazu. You always used to sleep on the right."

"Yes, mamani." I said, climbing into bed beside her. As I did, my balls, just for a second popped out of my underwear, but then as I climbed into bed, went back in. I wondered if Shaheen saw anything. Well, if she did, she didn't say anything.

"Nazu." Shaheen put down the phone and turned to me. "Since you will be sleeping in my room for the next two weeks, I expect that you will need to use my bathroom, especially if you have to get up at night to pee."

"Er ... of course, mamani." I was a little surprised at her for broaching this topic.

"Do you get up at night to do pishaab – to pee often, beta?"

"Um ... no, mamani. Why do you ask?"

"No. Just curious." Shaheen placed her glasses by the bed side table. "Sometimes the nurse in me comes out. Do you pee standing up, beta, or sitting down?"

"I ... I usually pee standing up, mamani." Now I had no idea why she was asking me this. What difference did it make how I urinated!

"OK, beta. Just remember to aim properly, and clean up after. That's all I ask." Shaheen told me. "I know Taiba isn't that fussy, but I am a little OCD about my bathroom being clean."

"Er ... of course, mamani. I do clean up all the time anyways."

I leaned in and gave her a kiss. Shaheen smiled, lied down and tucked the blankets over her chest.

"Time to sleep, beta." She said. Then she turned to me and grinned, "You have been kissing your mamanis a lot today."

Uh oh.

"Er ... y-y-you know I l-l-love all of you, mamani." I stammered, blushing. I didn't know what to say!

"I know beta! So that kiss you just gave me, was that a good night kiss?"

I blushed again.

"No, mamani, that was just an acknowledgement that I will clean up after using your bathroom, and I didn't mind you telling me so."

"Good. So now come and give this old lady a hug, and yes – a proper good night kiss."

"Yes, mamani. Absolutely. But you are not an old lady!"

"Oh don't flirt with me, Nazu. Remember, I am not Taiba. I am not falling for your charms – or your kisses!"

"Er ... yes, mamani."

We were facing each other, so I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and gave her a firm hug. I heard her gasp as I held her tight. I pressed my lips against her cheeks and kissed her twice.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

Shaheen, still wrapped in my arms, smiled at me.

"You are so strong, beta."

My aunt then puckered her lips.

"Ready to play the kissing game?"

My boner could have poked a hole in steel that moment.

"Er ... always, mamani."

My aunt pressed her lips against me.

SMOOCH!

"That's my 'thank you for sleeping in my room' kiss." She told me, kissing me sloppily.

SMOOCH!

"That's my 'thank you for being a loving nephew." She told me, kissing me again. Then she gave me a last kiss on my nose.

SMOOCH!

"And that's my 'good night, darling' kiss."

Ohh, my boner!

Shaheen then freed herself from my arms and turned around so that her back was to me.

"I usually sleep like this." She said. "But if you feel you want to hug me from behind, go right ahead. I won't mind you doing that to me. But remember, I am not your Taiba mamani, so keep your hands away from my gaand."

Was she for real? Here was my conservative aunt telling me she won't mind me rubbing against her and spooning her, as long as I didn't grope or fondle her. Yet, little did I know that the night was about to get crazier.

"Er ... yes, mamani. Can I ... er ... just rest my hand on your ... er ... peechwade?"

I couldn't believe I was actually asking that question to Shaheen!

"Nope!" Shaheen replied. "No touching. No fondling. No groping. And definitely no pinching. You can look, but not touch. As I said, this is not your Taiba mamani's butt."

I slid in next to her and hugged her from the back, pressing myself against her. My dick seemed to have a life of its own and started to grow. I arched my back so that even as we spooned, my crotch was away from her ass, so she couldn't feel my bulge. This was not Taiba, I had to repeat to myself. So watch yourself, tiger! Shaheen had already allowed me far more freedom with her than ever before, so I have to take it slowly.

Shaheen had her head on my arm, and I could sense her gentle breathing as we both relaxed slightly. It had been a long and tiring day, and despite my hardness, I soon found myself drifting to sleep.

* * *

I don't know what woke me up, but for a second I sat up in bed in shock. Momentarily I was lost, not knowing where I was, before the fog cleared and it started to come to me. I was in Shaheen's room, in her bed, in my underwear! I squinted at the clock. It was 2 am. Middle of the night. I glanced at the spot on the bed beside me. It was empty. Where was Shaheen?

It was hot, despite the straining A/C, and I was glad I was dressed lightly. I felt my underwear and found out my penis was peeking out from under it. I carefully pulled my underwear so I was properly covered, and then got up to look for Shaheen.

A noise from the bathroom alerted me. I slowly put it all together. Shaheen must be in there, surely. I stood up and crept to the bathroom. It wasn't closed fully, and the door was left slightly ajar. Surely my mamani never thought I would also wake up at the same moment she needed to use the washroom! I peeped in.

Shaheen was seated on the commode, her legs spread out. She was just wearing her top (the kameez), and no bottoms. Naked from the waist down, it was clear she was taking a whiz. I heard the noise as her urine stream hit the commode.

What a sight! For a moment I stood there, mesmerized, in the darkness, watching the outline of my conservative aunt pee unabashedly.

I had seen Shaheen pee once before. We had gone for a hike near the forest just south of Tinpur. It was popular with lots of hikers, but somehow we got separated from our hike group and got lost. Shaheen and I had wandered for two hours. And she suddenly had to urinate.

"Beta." She had told me, barely able to stand. "Please find an enclosed space."

Tactfully, I found one area, which was partially hidden by some bushes. My aunt had given me her backpack and her other stuff. Then she had told me to turn around.

I heard a lot of fiddling around. I knew she was untying the knot that held her salwar. After some time, I felt her placing something on my shoulders. It was her salwar – the bottom! She was now naked from the waist down!

"Don't turn around now, ok, beta? Please?" Shaheen had pleaded. "This ... is... so embarrassing for me."

"Yes, mamani." I dutifully replied.

I then hear her squat, and then I heard the sound of her urine hitting the ground. Craning my neck slightly, and seeing that her back was to me, I chose to take a peek. I could clearly see her bare buttocks, with the kameez lifted, as she was peeing. I then had to quickly turn away.

Suddenly my thoughts returned to the present as I heard the toiIet being flushed. I realized she was done urinating.

I quickly went back to bed, my mind working hard. I wanted to try something, but dare I? What if it backfired? What if it irrevocably damaged my relationship with my aunt? What if it ... oh hell ... what the hell. In the end, I decided, I was going to do it. I crept back into bed, and pretended to be asleep. Only this time, I made sure my underwear had rolled up, "accidentally", and my full genitals were exposed. I the turned my face towards the bathroom, and half closed my eyes.

In a minute I heard the noise of the flush again, and then the tap running. After a few moments, the door opened and Shaheen came out, now fully dressed, of course. She walked back to the bed, and was about to climb into her side and into the sheets, when she completely jerked to a stop.

For a moment Shaheen was in shock. As is natural for any woman who finds a man naked in her bed that's not her husband, she jolted back in alarm. Then her head cleared and she realized it was me, and I was asleep (or so she thought!). Still, she was puzzled. Here was her dear nephew, in bed with her and fast asleep, and his underwear having rolled up and now his huge monster dick standing out, proud and erect.

For a little while Shaheen was puzzled – she didn't know what do. She wanted to wake me up, but her likely thinking was that if she did, and I woke up to found myself exposed in front of my aunt, it could lead to a very embarrassing situation. From my half closed eye, I could also see her stifle a giggle as she must have realized the absurdity of the circumstances. She was treating me like a dear little child, while unknowing to her, here I was exposing my manhood to her.

I could realize that Shaheen was intrigued. Later on I would know that mamu was the typical Indian man – who on average had very small penises. Even as a nurse never had Shaheen seen such a large elongated dick. I assumed her conservative upbringing and nature fought against her natural curiosity as she peered in to take a closer look. I remained absolutely as still as I could, pretending to be asleep, as Shaheen climbed on to the bed, and then leaned in. Oh, her lips were so close to my dick! Almost involuntarily, I moved to roll over on to my side, smacking her lips with my stiff dick.

Shaheen was shocked, but only for a moment. Here I was, my dick pressed against her lips. She of course jerked her head back, and looked back suspiciously at me. My eyes were closed (well, I had one eye very, very slightly open to watch her) and I was pretending to lightly snore.

Shaheen slowly smiled, apparently deciding that I was asleep. The situation was silly, of course! Just an accidental incident. She then chose to lay down beside me, her back to me. I mentally smiled, congratulating myself on my boldness. Not only had I exposed myself to my aunt, but I had also touched my dick against her fulsome lips. That was it for the night, I thought. But no!

To my surprise, Shaheen took my arm and put it on her waist. For a moment, now it was my turn to be in shock. What was she doing? But then I realized – she thought I was sleeping, and she just wanted me to snuggle against her. So what if my dick was out and erect!

So I grunted and pretended to move in my sleep and pressed closer against her back. My hand was on her waist and tummy (she was wearing a kameez so unlike Taiba mamani I couldn't feel her bare waist). My dick however rose to the occasion and burrowed itself against her ass. I could see her stiffen as I rubbed my dick against her butt and it went into the crack of her ass, even as she was wearing the salwar. But then Shaheen just shrugged it off and started to gradually doze off to sleep.

So Shaheen does not mind me sleeping with my dick buried in her ass, I realized. But of course, she doesn't think I am doing it knowingly.

I wondered if I could hold out for long. Here I was, my hand so close to my barey mamani's breasts, my dick inside her ass, and only her clothes preventing me from enjoying the sense of her body. How long could I not cum?

Soon Shaheen started to snore slightly. Barey mamani was always a heavy sleeper; her heavy frame not hindering her sleep in any way. I started to rub my dick against her butt.

OH YES! It was lovely. My mamani. I felt her boobs through her top. Big. Perky. Waiting to be mauled. Her ass rubbed against my phallus. I couldn't hold it anymore. My poor penis has had enough. I felt it twitch, and then it was as if a dam had burst. I started to cum.

It was lots of cum, and it was all for Shaheen. I didn't even care that I was making her clothes wet, or the bed wet. There would be dried cum in the morning on her bed and her clothes. I was willing to take the chance. I had just been here barely a day, and already, for the second time today, I was masturbating on one of my aunts. After ejecting a whole day's worth of "Shaheen cum", I finally fell sleep.

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The next morning, a Monday, I woke somewhat early. It was about eight thirty. It took me some time before I remembered what had happened the night before. Immediately I covered my mouth with my hand in horror.

I had cum on my aunt! And not just Taiba -- this was Shaheen! My older, conservative, orthodox aunt! Oh my goodness! If only she knew what I had done!

I corrected myself immediately. What do I mean if she knew -- of course she knew! She must have found out! And ... I shuddered as I thought of what could happen now.

I was alone on the bed. Naturally, Shaheen had woken up even earlier, and wasn't there beside me. I yawned, stretched and glanced at myself. My dick was now inside my underwear, but the front part of my underwear had stains from my ejaculation from last night. It was dry now, of course, but there was a faint aroma of my cum. I felt the bed sheet. It too had an area which was wet during the night, but had now dried. I wondered what Shaheen thought of all of this. Had she seen this? Did she realize what had happened in the night?

Suddenly a pang of regret hit me. In a moment of weakness, I might have destroyed my relationship with my mamani. For some reason what had seemed like a good and daring thing to do at night was now suddenly seeming like a very, very bad idea. You know how sometimes you do things "in the moment" but later you regret it? That is how I was feeling now. At 2 am in the night it felt nice to cum on your mamani's ass, but in the cold harsh light of the day when you have to go down and face her, suddenly it was seeming like a very, very bad idea. Yes, I flirted with her and sometimes acted naughtily with her, but that was just fun and games. Last night I had crossed a line.

There is no way she must have missed the fact that her salwar was a little wet, right on her butt where my dick had been rubbing against. She MUST have put two and two together, and realize that I had rubbed against her and cum on her butt at night. My goodness! I wonder what she was feeling right now. If she was feeling disgusted with me. If she was angry, hurt, disillusioned, and wanted nothing to do with me. She had reminded me, several times, she wasn't Taiba. Yet I had done to her exactly what I had done to Taiba. Worse, I had not even bothered to clean it up afterwards. It was almost as if I was daring her on. She had told me, explicitly, that her butt was off limits. And here I was, masturbating on her big bottom.

I suddenly felt very small. But I also had to pee.

So I entered her bathroom. I didn't even bother to shut the door. Standing at the commode, I started to pee. Anyone (well, her) could have walked in to the bedroom and see me in the bathroom, peeing. But I didn't care. What happened, had happened. I was almost lost in my thoughts. It was as if I had realized I was falling into an abyss, and I didn't care how deep it was. As my pee hit the commode, suddenly I came back to my senses.

I remembered how she had fussed in bed last night about me cleaning up after I urinated in her bathroom. So I indulged her and made sure the commode was clean when I was done. I then walked to the sink. I could see her toothbrush on the stand, right next to mine. Without thinking, I took her brush, put some paste on it and started to brush. It was weird, but also felt nice. I was putting something that had been in her mouth, into mine. As I said repeatedly before, I was a pervert. Why else would I brush my teeth with my mamani's toothbrush, except that it felt naughty?

After I was done freshening up and combing my hair, I looked around the bathroom. Like every bathroom at the lodge, this one had a laundry basket as well. I looked into it and saw that the salwar kameez that barey mamani was wearing last night was there. THIS was the dress she had been wearing last night! The dress on which I had cum upon!

Feeling sick to my stomach, I walked over to the basket and picked up her salwar.

Yes, it was still evident there had been a stain on the back, right near the buttock area, and some wetness was still there. It was dry now, but if you sniffed it, you could get the faint aroma that the wetness was due to an ejaculation. Shaheen MUST know, I realized. Feeling slightly uneasy, I put the clothes back in the laundry basket.

I was still dressed in my T-shirt and underwear. It was time to face the music. It was time to face the consequences of my actions. I exited the bedroom and walked downstairs to the kitchen, unsure of how my mamani would treat me.

She was in the kitchen, her back to me. Shaheen was now dressed in what we Indians call a nightie. A "nightie" or "maxi" in Indian vernacular is not a lingerie, although that's typically how it's described as. Well, it's NOT the usual sexy and sensual lingerie. It's a comfortable cotton "maxi" nightdress that many Indian women wear around the house. It's not something she would wear in front of guests or other men, but only around people she's comfortable and feels at home with.

Shaheen was wearing a red maxi with white patterns. It was a little tight, and of course her big derriere's outline was prominent. Her rump quivered as she moved around busily. Her long hair was not tied up and fell to her hips. She heard me walk in and turned around.

"Ah, Nazu beta!" She beamed. "I made paratha and anda for you! I know you love a good omelette!"

It was my favourite breakfast. And she did appear to be genuinely smiling. I smiled back.

"Oh, mamani." I gushed. "You will make me fat."

Shaheen glanced at me up and down.

"You could use a little fattening up!" She said. "I don't understand why everyone is so slim and trim nowadays. A little fat is good for the soul! My breakfast will put some colour in your cheeks."

"Oh, mamani." Suddenly overcome by relief and emotion, I gave her a quick hug from behind, my arms going around her waist to the front of her stomach. I pressed myself onto her, and kissed the nape of her neck.

"Nazu, beta." She said, still with my arms wrapped around her from behind. "Just a hug or a small peck won't do. I woke up early and made breakfast for you just in time for you to eat. Give this old woman a wet kiss on her cheeks."

"Yes, mamani!!"

Suddenly I wasn't feeling so afraid or apprehensive any more. Holding Shaheen firmly by her hips, I turned her around and then kissed her on both cheeks.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

I kissed her on the right cheek, and then again on the left. Her skin felt really smooth, and she smelt nice.

"Your skins feels so smooth, mamani." I told her. "And you smell so nice too."

Shaheen beamed at my praise, and I couldn't resist my urge. I kissed her again.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"Oh, really, that is some nice soft skin, mamani." I told her, my lips remaining pressed against her cheek.

"That's because I just took a shower, silly boy." Shaheen giggled. "It's the same cheeks you always kiss."

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

I kissed her again. I really couldn't control myself. My dick was dangerously close to peeking out from under my shorts.

Barey mamani tousled my hair. "When should I serve my prince?"

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"Hmm." I kissed her on both cheeks again, dangerously close to her lips. "Your prince is ready now, barey mamani."

"Only if you let me go, Nazu." Shaheen giggled. "I can't do anything if you are hugging me. And kissing me. You naughty boy! I asked for only one kiss and how many did you give me!"

Both of us were now breathing quite deeply and rapidly. It seemed those kisses had awakened something in her as well, so she was putting an end to that. Somewhat reluctantly I unwrapped my arms from around her, and then decided to take a punt.

"Hmm, mamani." I told her, placing a hand on her behind. "You seemed to have put on a little weight here."

"Oh!" Immediately, like any woman who was told this, she grew conscious. "Where, Nazu?"

I gently patted her right butt cheek.

"Here."

Then I kneaded her left butt cheek.

"Here. And your hips too."

"Oh." For a moment Shaheen bit her lip, and then she laughed.

"Then again," She said. "I have always had a big butt. Oh well, one has to eat, and your uncle doesn't seem to mind!"

"I see." My hand was still on her rump. "Well, some people do like a big butt!"

"That they do, beta. Now ... you naughty boy ... get your badmaash hands off my peechwade!"

"Er ... of course, mamani."

I immediately stopped kneading her gaand and withdrew my hands.

Then Shaheen pointed at my underwear and giggled.

"Nazu beta!" She grinned. "Please go and put on some pants. At least wear that shorts of yours, no matter how small it is. The maid will soon be here, and I don't want her to get the wrong idea! Especially when your lund is standing at attention like that!"

I had no way to hide a noticeable bulge in my drawers, so feeling rather mortified, I managed a squeak.

"Yes, mamani."

"I mean," Shaheen continued, "I don't mind you wearing an underwear to bed in the evening, but in the day time please be decently attired when you come out of the bedroom. This IS a shareef gharana (respectable home), you know!"

"Yes, mamani."

I fled to my room to change and put on some decent shorts (or half-pants, as they are called in India).

When I came back downstairs, the table was set, and I joined barey mamani at the table. The maid had arrived, and was in the kitchen, busy. We enjoyed our breakfast in relative quiet.

"You had a good night sleep last night, barey mamani?" I could not help but ask. "I was tired and had fallen asleep early."

"Ah, yes, I saw." Shaheen replied. Was it my imagination or was there a grin on her face. "Beta, I had a very nice sleep last night. You are quite the hugger."

"Uh? What do you mean, mamani?"

"I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and when I came back to bed, you were snoring." Shaheen answered. If only she knew! "I then actually placed your arm around my hips just so I could snuggle close to you, beta."

"Oh, I see."

"And then," Shaheen giggled. "Even in your sleep you cuddled close to me and hugged me from behind, pressing yourself against me."

"Oh, I am so sorry, mamani. I didn't know-"

"Oh, don't be sorry, beta!" Shaheen dismissed my apologies. "It was quite nice, actually. I fell asleep in your warm embrace quite easily. It was good to be hugged like that in the night in a long while, beta. Even if your lund was poking me from the back!"

"Oh, mamani." I managed to squawk. "I am so sorry. I didn't realize-"

"Oh beta! Don't worry! I am just teasing you. I am just having some fun!" Shaheen laughed. "And you know, your mamu doesn't hug me like that any more in bed. He just plonks down and goes to sleep. We old ladies don't get much love."

"Oh, you are not old, barey mamani!"

"You say I am barey, but not old!" Shaheen laughed again. She was enjoying teasing me. "Alright, so what are your plans for the day? Swimming in the lake?"

Even as I continued the conversation, I could not help but revel in what Shaheen told me. She liked the way I cuddled her. She openly was talking about my lund -- my penis, and how it "poked" her. Was it my imagination or was my normally conservative aunt flirting with me, and giving me some hints? Or was I completely off base and this was just a loving aunt doting on her favourite nephew and having a banter with him?

"Ah, Pushpita!" Suddenly my aunt beckoned at the maid as she entered the room. "Stay in the kitchen. I have some work to discuss with you."

"Yes, didi." Pushpita the maid servant, a young girl, probably twenty years old, nodded and went back to the kitchen.

"I will be right back, Nazu."

I finished my breakfast and decided to return the plate to the kitchen sink. As I walked, I overheard my aunt instructing the maid.

"And clean out all the laundry room baskets. I want you to take all the clothes and wash them and hang them out to dry on the clothesline before you leave."

"Yes, didi." Clearly the maid knew her tasks.

"Every laundry basket." Shaheen was saying. "Well, except the one in MY bathroom."

"Why, didi?"

"Um ... it has a rather delicate salwar kameez. You will just spoil it. I will wash it myself."

"Yes, didi."

My aunt was preventing the maid from seeing her cum stained dress! If I had any doubt that she didn't know what happened last night, they were now gone.

The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully. It almost seemed like we were both waiting for the night to come. Or at least I was; I am sure my aunt didn't care in the least. I spent some time swimming in the lake. The hot and humid summer of Kolkata was long forgotten with the nice and balmy day by the lake here in Tinpur. It was refreshing to go for a swim. Lot of other lodges and villas backed on to the lake, so there were quite a few people there -- neighbours of my uncles.

Shaheen herself didn't join me, but promised to do so sometime. She lounged around on the deck in her nightie, reading a book and snoozing in the afternoon sun. Truly, the life of a rich woman in India is far different that a poor one!

In the late afternoon after lunch we both went down to the village market. Shaheen had to do some shopping and I just wanted to accompany her. We visited few shops and barey mamani even bought an ice cream that she shared with me (I didn't want one initially). It was a treat to lick the cone in the same place that she was licking it. I told you I was a pervert!

I carried her shopping back with me, and she complimented me on how strong and respectful a young man I had grown up to be.

Dinner was a quiet affair. I usually don't eat much at night, and today had been a high calorie day. Shaheen even offered to feed me with her own hands, but I didn't overeat. After dinner, I helped her clear up and then we both watched a movie for some time.

It was an old horror movie -- The Omen -- and Shaheen cuddled up against me under a blanket. I spent most of the movie with my arms around her waist, occasionally straying to her bum. A couple of times when I would make a joke to lessen the suspense of the movie she would laugh and either tousle my hair or give me a kiss. Later, when I would recollect that evening, I realized we kissed quite a few times. Either I would lean in and give her a kiss on her cheek, or she would kiss me. While we were giving each other a platonic kiss on the cheeks, those kisses did seem to get closer and closer to our mouths.

A few other times she told me how bravely I was watching the movie while she had her eyes shut. Again I would then lean in and kiss her, saying she was a nice mamani for saying so. The whole time I had a hard on, almost evident in my shorts, which I was hoping was not visible to her in the darkness of the room. When the movie ended, Shaheen remarked, almost wistfully, that it was time to go to bed.

"Yes, mamani." I stood up, and then once again leaned in and gave her a kiss on her right cheek. "Let's go. I have to cuddle in bed with my favourite mamani. And poke her with my lund."

"Hehe, you naughty boy! OK, let's go, beta."

Shaheen giggled like a naughty school girl. Then she suddenly reached out and pinched my left butt cheek!

"Time to put on your underwear, Nazu!"

I looked at her in surprise and she winked.

"I know you have been wanting to get back in your underwear for sometime, beta!"

I feigned some playful indignation.

"So you can pinch my butt cheek, but I can't touch your peechwade?" I asked her.

Shaheen authoritatively placed a hand on my behind and gave me a squeeze. My own conservative aunt was now fondling my bum.

"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 you DID knead my butt in the morning, pretending to talk to me about my weight, you besharam ladka!"

It felt strange. Usually I was the one groping women. Here was one of them groping me. I laughed and gave Shaheen another hug and wrapped my arms around her. With my arm around her waist, and her hand on my butt, now groping me openly, we both walked up the stairs to the bedroom.

Once in Shaheen's room, I quickly went to the bathroom. I left the door slightly open. I knew Shaheen wouldn't enter. I stood and urinated. Shaheen must have heard the sound of me peeing in the commode.

"Make sure you clean up after!" She yelled.

"I will, mamani!"

"And close the door next time, beta! I could hear you peeing!"

"I don't care, mamani!"

"Naughty. Very naughty, you are."

After that, I brushed my teeth with her toothbrush, washed up myself, and then stripped off my shorts. It was time to wear my underwear, which I had left hanging on a hook on the back of the bathroom door.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I could see Shaheen was seated on the stool in front of her dressing table, brushing her long luscious hair. She was still wearing her cotton nightie. Looked like she would be wearing that loose maxi to bed tonight.

I got into bed and pulled up the covers. It was Shaheen's turn to go to the bathroom. I knew she would take her time, so I pondered on what to do.

Should I repeat what I did yesterday? Should I just roll my underwear, expose myself, and pretend to be asleep? I did have a fun night last night, and it seemed to have no repercussions. I badly wanted to do it.

But I was also aware that my aunt probably thought it was a one off accident. Do it again and she might even suspect I wasn't really sleeping. No, I decided, I was better off playing it safe and seeing what happened.

So I covered myself and shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Shaheen came out of the bathroom. She had taken a quick shower, so her hair was all still wet and clung to her. Even her nightie seemed to hug her tightly. Through my half shut eyes, I could see the top of her maxi stick to her breasts, her body's wetness almost making the soft material of the cloth transparent. I could faintly make out the shape of her areoles. She wasn't wearing a bra -- my mamani had nothing on under that maxi!

I remained perfectly still, making gently snoring sounds. My aunt came and stood next to the bed, looking at me.

Was it my wishful thinking, or did a slight look of disappointment cross her face? It was only for the briefest of moments. Then she got into bed, and then, turning sideways so that her back was to me, immediately took my arm and placed it on her hip. Almost instinctively, as if I was moving in my sleep, I took the chance to wrap my arm to around her front, placing my hand just under her breasts, and press myself onto her back. My dick, raging hard inside my underwear, pressed against her bum.

I badly wanted to rub myself against her, and cum, but I knew today I had to play it safe. So, hugging her tightly, and softly, "accidentally", caressing her boobs from time to time, my hard dick pressed against the crack of her behind, I fell asleep, as did she.

For the next two days, this sort of détente continued. It was as if both of us were afraid to cross some sort of red line. We were OK with fooling around or being playful, but there was a limit.

I would kiss her often. I would kiss her on seeing her first thing in the morning, or upon finishing breakfast, or after coming out of the shower, or if I wanted to ask her to watch some TV with me, or during a conversation just because I felt like it.

The kisses kept getting closer to her mouth, until I was practically kissing her on the edge of her lips. Shaheen didn't seem to mind, giggling enthusiastically every time I took her in my arms to kiss her. Sometimes, when we were sitting on the sofa, I would wrap my arms around her hips and say, "Barey mamani, let's play the kissing game."

I would then 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."

And I would reluctantly take my hands off her hips.

She would pat and grope my butt from time to time whenever she felt like it. Whenever we were in the kitchen, talking, she would sometimes pat my butt. Sometime she would laugh and give me a squeeze there. But I was of course not allowed to touch her there. And I was not allowed to wear the underwear in the house in day time. She was very firm about this. Only at night, after dinner, would I be allowed to roam around the house in my underwear.

This continued for a couple of days. We kissed often. She talked about my hard penis often. Once I even joked about her touching me there to see how hard it really was, but all I got was a clip in the ear from an aunt, who pretended to be angry but was giggling at my indecent suggestion. I kissed her again after that. And then she groped my butt. This was something she would do often in those two days as well.

Before I recount what happened on the fateful Thursday, let me say what happened on Wednesday morning, after breakfast.

We had just finished breakfast, and the maid had cleaned the dishes and took our leave. I was seated in the living room, watching a European soccer game. My aunt was in the bedroom, on the phone, talking with her husband. Suddenly I heard her call out to me.

"Nazu. Beta. Come upstairs here for a moment."

I shut the TV and walked upstairs to her bedroom, wondering what was going on.

Shaheen was dressed in another loose silk nightie. She had a tape measure in her hand.

"Beta." She said, turning to me and holding out the tape measure. "Your uncle is getting some new dresses made for me for Eid. Unfortunately I have neglected to get measured by the tailor when I was back in town."

"Oh." I replied, nodding. I was taking in the situation, while my mind was racing a 100 miles an hour. "You want my help in taking some measurements?"

"Yes. If you don't mind please." My aunt smiled. "I can take my waist and hips, but the other stuff is tough."

"Yes, barey mamani." I took the tape measure. "But can I say something, mamani?"

"Yes?" Shaheen had an curious look on her face. "What?"

"Barey mamani, do you usually wear a nightie when you go to the tailor for measurements?"

It took a minute for Shaheen to understand my question. She almost didn't know how to react, so she threw her had back and laughed nervously.

"Well, of course not! What a question! Why do you ask?"

"Well," I persisted with my logic. "The nightie is a very loose. If I measure you with that on, it would warp the measurements."

"Oh." Then Shaheen's eyes narrowed. "Surely you are not saying I should be naked in front of you, you naughty boy!"

"No! No!" I pretended to be indignant. "Of course not, mamani! How can you say that?"

I pretended to be so angry at that suggestion that Shaheen was easily mollified and put off guard. "I am sorry, beta. I was just joking, of course."

I pressed home my advantage.

"Why don't you dress in a petticoat and blouse, mamani?" I suggested. "That way you will be decently attired, and I can still take accurate measurements."

My aunt seemed to think about that for a minute, and then said, "But my waist will be showing na, beta!"

I shrugged. "I am your nephew, mamani."

"Beta." Shaheen was seriously considering this! It had just been a punt from me. "Promise you won't tease me or be naughty with me?"

"Not more than usual, barey mamani." I grinned.

"You won't feel the need to pinch my gaand or squeeze my peechwade, will you?"

"Er ... maybe only once or twice, barey mamani." I smiled. "I know you are not Taiba ..."

"Hmm. OK, leave the room and shut the door. Once I change, I will call you."

As I stood waiting outside the door, I was elated. I had not imagined in my wildest dreams that this would actually work. This would ACTUALLY FREAKING WORK! I had figured she would laugh this off as a friendly (and hopeful) banter, and scold me slightly, and then forget about it.

"Beta! I am ready. Please come."

Now she was actually calling me from the other side of the door, dressed in only a blouse and a petticoat!

Shaheen was standing shyly in the centre of the room. Her blouse was a blue one. It was evident since she didn't wear sarees often, she was short of a good blouse that fit her well. This one appeared to be one size too small, almost squishing her breasts.

Then followed the big, bare, empty, naked and exposed waist. Shaheen was a tall lady, so there was a lot of area exposed from the edge of her blouse to the hemline of her petticoat.

"Wow. Mamani." I could not help but comment. "You look like a Bollywood item number!"

"Hush, badmaash." My aunt giggled. "You promised not to tease me. Now come and start the measurements."

"Yes, ma'am." I made her a mock salute and got nearer to her, standing behind her. She had a small notepad in her hand. I could hear her breathing. It was getting faster, and a bit more rapid. I could already see goosebumps on her hand.

"Let's start with the neck." She said, maintaining a calm voice. "Put the tape around my neck and take that simple measurement."

"Yes, mamani."

I did as she asked and read aloud the measurement, which she noted in her notepad.

"Now take my waist measurement." She said. "For this, you will measure the slimmest part of my natural waistline."

"Hmm." I took the tape measure, walked around so I was facing her and then placed a finger on her navel. "Start from here?"

As I touched her, I noticed she gave a little shiver, before she composed herself again.

"No, a little higher please. Now wrap it around my waist and tell me."

I pressed one end of the tape measure to just above her navel, and then traced the measure around her waist. As I walked around her, my hand remained in contact with her waist, brushing her all the way until I had a complete circle of the tape measure around her. Holding it firmly, I read aloud the reading.

"OK." My aunt's voice was shaking a bit now. "Now let's measure my hips. This will be the widest part of my hips."

As she stood still, I placed one hand on Shaheen's belly, just below her belly button. Then with one hand I caressed her all the way around, my hands brushing the hemline of her petticoat, and then stroking her butt cheek one at a time, pressing into the crack of her ass, before coming to rest in a full circle with the tape measure around her hips. I gave her the measurement.

"That ... was ... good." Her voice was definitely shaking now. "Now we have to measure my bust."

I pretended not to understand.

"What's that?" I asked her in a puzzled tone. "And how do you measure that?"

My aunt looked like she wanted to take the tape from my hands, but I guess it was tough to measure your own bustline accurately. So she relented and said, "Measure around the fullest part of ... of ... of my boobs, beta."

I placed one end of the tape measure on right boob. My left hand was actually on her blouse, right over her nipple, clasping the start of the tape measure. Then I slowly pressed the tape against the side of her breasts, before snaking it around her behind, and then repeating the treatment to her left boob and nipple. I then held the measure firmly against her bust.

"Is this tight enough, mamani?"

Shaheen was staring at the floor, not meeting my eyes. She finally looked up and said, "Yes, beta. I think it should be fine."

I gave her the measurement, which she wrote down. I then took her sleeve measurements, before she then asked me to take the "bottom length".

"You will measure hip point to ankle tip, beta." Shaheen explained.

Once again I caressed the side of her bare waist, before sliding my hand down her thigh, and then over her leg before coming to rest at her ankle. I read aloud my reading, before repeating it with her other leg.

"Thank you, beta." Shaheen beamed. "That was quite helpful. I will send them to your mamu right away."

"And I didn't even pinch you gaand once." I told her. "See, you can trust me."

Shaheen chuckled.

"OK, beta. Chalo. One pinch. Go ahead."

I didn't even waste a second. In an instant my fingers were on her right butt cheek, and I pinched her hard.

"OUCH! OK, chaalo, badmaash! Let go of my butt now."

Reluctantly, I obeyed her.

"Now, beta, go downstairs while I change into my nightie."

"Yes, mamani."

That had been Wednesday. Once again, the rest of the day had passed just like the other days, and I refrained from pulling any dirty tricks at night.

On Thursday morning, I woke up at 9 am. Naturally, Shaheen had woken up long ago and I was alone in the room.

The bright light of the late morning shone through the curtains on the huge windows of the room. It was going to be a scorcher of a day, I realized, as I sat up in the bed and yawned. I stretched, and then decided to freshen up. I removed the covers off me, and then my eyes fell at my genitals.

My poor dick, I thought as I glanced my turgid cock peeking out from my underwear's slit. I haven't been having the time to take care of you.

I normally masturbate at least once a day. I was counting on being in my own room every night to take care of business, but here I was, sleeping with my mamani. I had only been able to cum twice so far, both of the times on my aunts (Taiba and Shaheen) in bed when they were sleeping on my first day here. I could hardly keep on doing that without them saying something.

I would have to go somewhere where I could be alone, and take care of business. The whole day though, for the last two days, I was with Shaheen mamani. Even today we are supposed to go out together this evening for a burger at the only western style burger place in Tinpur. And at night we were in the same bed. I would not be alone by myself any time. For these last forty eight hours, my dick had screamed for relief and found none. Especially yesterday when I had been taking her measurements.

So now, when I would be in the bathroom freshening up, would be the only time to give my poor aunt-obsessed dick some relief.

I slipped in to the washroom. Once again, leaving the door slightly ajar, I stripped off all my clothes so that I was now completely naked. I then urinated, and then cleaned myself, and then brushed my teeth (with mamani's toothbrush, again).

Suddenly my eye caught something. It was a panty!

I went and picked it up. It was in the laundry basket. It must have been the panty that my aunt wore last night. It was made of silk, very light and velvety to touch, and soft. I sniffed it slightly. It had a faint musky odour in it.

"Oh Shaheen!" I uttered, as I wrapped the soft panty around my rock hard penis and started to rub myself. "Oh, mamani!"

The same panty that had rubbed against my aunt's pubic area last night was now rubbing against my cock. The smooth silky touch of her undergarment on my penis sent shivers of pleasure through my body. I imagined this was mamani's love canal that was rubbing against my phallus, and not just her cloth. My penis was brushing against her innermost folds. I was in her. I was going to and fro into her.

"Oh, mamani!"

There's a reason why girls rub their man's crotch, even if he is wearing pants. The tip of our penis is extremely sensitive. Right now, even with mamani's panty wrapped around my dick, I was softly stroking myself, touching myself, imagining that I was slowly, methodically fucking my aunty.

"Oh, mamani!"

I couldn't control myself. In the end, the two days I had spent hugging, kissing, touching, cuddling, spooning and rubbing against my aunt came out in one wild moment as I started to cum. I spurted and ejaculated and began to leak oodles of cum. It filled up the panty and then overflowed and fell to the floor.

"Oh, mamani!"

I was still taking her name as the last drops of my cum hit the floor. For a moment I was lost; and then I slowly began to gather my senses. It had been a lot of cum.

Suddenly, to my utter surprise, the door of the bathroom flew open.

"Well, Nazu I ... oh ... I ... sorry!"

In a trice I had turned myself so that my back was to her, and crouched so I was hiding the panty in my hands, clutched at my tummy. There was of course no way I could prevent my back or my buttocks from being in plain view. Or the distinct smell of cum in the air.

My aunt caught the sight of my glorious naked behind in full glory, especially as I was crouched, with my back to her, hiding the panty near my tummy. It almost felt like payback for the time I had taken in the sight of her, naked and squatting, with her back to me, peeing in the jungle.

"I am sorry. I am sorry!" Clearly flustered, Shaheen blabbered out. "I didn't realize you were here ... I am so sorry."

"It's OK, mamani." I croaked, still with my back to her. "I should have locked the door."

For a moment no one spoke. I am sure Shaheen could smell the cum in the air, or see the actual jizz on the floor. I wondered if she would say anything

"I should have knocked. I am so sorry." Shaheen said once more, and then added, "Nice and firm butts, Nazu! You must work out."

"Oh mamani. Please leave! You are embarrassing me."

"Oh, of course, I am sorry." Shaheen laughed, then turned around. She gently shut the door. I heaved a small sigh of relief. I don't think she had seen me with her panty in my hands.

"Nazu! I wanted to give you your shorts." Shaheen told me from the other side of a now closed door. "The maid's here a little early, and I know your new pants were in your luggage in room, so I went to get it. I was going to hang it on the bathroom door. I will leave it on the bed now. Please wear this when you come downstairs, and not your underwear."

"Yes, mamani."

About fifteen minutes later I was in my aunt's bedroom. I had taken a shower and was now dressed in a T-shirt and the shorts she had brought me. I could hear the maid dusting and cleaning as I went downstairs.

I wondered what I would say to my aunt. She had actually praised my buttocks! Was I reading too much into that? Maybe it was just her flustered, harmless way of trying to diffuse an awkward situation with an even awkward comment. Or was she genuinely hinting at something to me?

No, I shook my head. Shaheen is an orthodox, conservative lady. She is NOT Taiba. Shaheen knew I had cummed on her dress, yet she hid it from the maid and didn't mention of it to me in an attempt to bury the situation. Despite us being playful and flirting, she had not progressed with anything in the bedroom, even though she could. I must not read too much into that mention of my buttocks. She had been touching, fondling and groping my bum for a couple of days, true, but she hasn't done anything much else. And in return, she had allowed me to kiss her often.

Then again, I asked myself, had she heard me take her name while I was masturbating? Did she realize that I was using her dirty panty to masturbate to? She has seen me completely naked, even if she hadn't seen me masturbate. What would her reaction to me be now, knowing I was using her panties to masturbate?

I was really in dangerous territory here, I realized. First of all, we were aunt and nephew, and that meant I had to respect our family relationship. At the same time, we were fooling around with each other, teasing and flirting playfully, even if it was just innocent fun. This could only end up with one of us doing something inappropriate, or it could lead to a wild, fun and a memorable time for both of us. The hard part was knowing what my aunt exactly wanted. Too bad she couldn't be as clear and straight forward as Taiba.

Shaheen was adding milk to the boiling tea water on the stove when I entered the kitchen.

"Good morning mamani." I told her and went to sit at the bar stool.

"What, no kiss for your old aunt?" Shaheen asked me, somewhat mischievously. "Usually I can't get away from your kisses."

"Oh, of course, mamani. I am sorry." My heart lifted. Shaheen was still behaving normally with me. She mustn't have realized what I had been doing! Or was she? Is she flirting with me? But ... I normally kiss her anyways. She is just asking me for a kiss. That's all.

I.

MUST.

NOT.

READ.

TOO.

MUCH.

INTO.

THIS.

I gave her a tight hug and then a sloppy wet kiss on each of her cheeks, brushing the edge of her lips.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"Mmm! Mamani!" I exclaimed. "You smell nice! You must have put on a perfume."

Shaheen patted my cheek and playfully slapped me, slightly.

"Chal besharam!" She giggled. "Stop flirting with your old aunt. I smell the same!"

"No really." I told her. "First Taiba mamani, now you! It's a nice scent. What's the cologne, tell me!"

"I know." Shaheen went back to pouring the tea in the mugs. "I decided I have a young, handsome guy in this house who roams around in his underwear, so I need to look and smell nice."

"Now who's flirting?" I asked, and got another playful slap. This one was a little tighter, and left a sting on my cheeks.

"Ow, mamani! You said you will only slap me if I pinch your bottom!"

My aunt laughed.

"Chal, betameez! You have set your target on my gaand for some time now! That one pinch wasn't enough, beta?"

She then placed a cup in front of me.

"Here's your tea, beta. The maid will soon make your breakfast."

For some time we sipped our tea in peace, making small talk about the government and the infrastructure of India and my school. Then Shaheen stood up, taking the mugs to the sink, and then once again turned the conversation to the incident of this morning.

"Beta, I am so sorry for barging in on you like this in the morning." She said, her back to me and she was running some water through the cups. "My mind was thinking that the maid shouldn't see you in your underwear, and I wasn't really... concentrating, you know!"

"I ..." I was blushing a bright red. "It's OK, mamani. It was a mistake; I should have locked the door."

"No. No." Shaheen insisted it was her mistake. "I should have knocked. I should be used to you not locking or shutting the door by now."

"I live in a dorm in my room by myself." I tried to explain. "I am not used to shutting the door of my bathroom."

"Or being dressed in something more than an underwear." My aunt giggled.

"Well, that too. In fact, many times I sleep in the nude."

"Oh?" My aunt raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that ... I don't know ... doesn't that make you ... uneasy? I would never be ... able to ... sleep like that."

"Do you and mamu always put your clothes back on after ... you know ... you both ... er ... have sex?"

"Well." Shaheen blushed a bright red as I asked her about her sex life, but I noticed she didn't get angry, nor did she avoid the question. "Most of the time it's only my bottom that is off and that's all your uncle needs! And he doesn't take much time either, your uncle!"

I quietly digested the fact that my conservative aunt was now talking to me freely about how her husband fucked her.

Then my aunt turned around, facing me, and switched the topic once more on my buttocks.

"Beta, I couldn't help but notice." She said, and gave a nervous laughter. "You have very nice, firm buttocks. Very tight!"

"Oh mamani!" I croaked, going bright red again. "You are embarrassing me now!"

"No, I don't mean to." Shaheen once again seemed flustered. She then suddenly reached behind her own back and cupped her own butt cheeks with her hands.

"My bum," She said, squeezing one of her butt cheeks, "is SO BIG! I need to do some workout, beta. Maybe you can show me some exercises, Nazu. I want a nice, shapely butt like yours. Mine is SO BIG!"

For some time, I just watched as my aunt groped her own behind.

"My gaand has always been big, beta, but in the last few years I feel it has become much bigger."

She squeezed one side, and then the other, as she complained about the bigness of her derriere.

"When I walk in the streets now, beta, people stare at me. Like, I know in India women get stared at all the time, but I feel like especially in Kolkata and here in Tinpur, everyone is looking at my big behind."

I hardly followed her complaints, as I watched her hand on her bum, squeezing her own bottom.

"It's so hard for me to buy modest clothes, you know." Shaheen moaned. "Taiba has been after me to start wearing saris, and I think I might just have to. All these salwars make my peechwade stand out!"

I watched as she patted her own ass.

"Can't take your eyes of my butt?" Shaheen suddenly asked me, still in a playful tone. She had caught me looking, and not listening to her.

"I am sorry, mamani." I apologized, going very red faced. I was mortified. My aunt had come to me with a genuine problem and I was now caught staring at her ass.

My normally conservative aunt made no effort to move her hands away from her own behind.

"On the other hand, some men seem to be infatuated with my gaand. Like, say, you." Shaheen said, somewhat proudly said running her hands over her buttocks. She cupped one of her butt cheeks.

"I really think it's too big, Nazu, and I am really hoping you can show me some work out exercises. But you know what also? I have seen people, especially those lower class labourers, stare at me when I am out with your mamu. Now here even you are fascinated by my peechwade!"

I could feel my manhood strain against the thin material of shorts. I had just cum, but I felt I could cum again. The sight of my aunt tracing her big derriere with her hands, combined with her casual remarks about her rear end was extremely arousing.

"Do you know," Shaheen continued, cupping each of her butt cheeks in turn, "they are really firm and bubbly, but feel soft in your hands."

"Ooh." I uttered, and then unable to control myself, I blurted out, "Mamani, can I please squeeze them?"

For a second, there was absolute silence. It was as if I had broken some unknown code. Yes, my aunt had just spent the last few minutes talking about her butt, and yes I had been unusually free with her these last two days, but that was strictly platonic. Or ... was it? She had repeatedly warned me never to touch her bottom. And yet, here we were, she was flaunting her behind and I was asking her if I could grope her.

"You ... want ... to ... squeeze ... them? You want to squeeze my gaand?" Shaheen repeated my request, and then raised an eyebrow. "Why, beta? I have told you, Nazu, I am not Taiba."

"Please, mamani. PLEASE!" I wanted to say. "I have always wanted to feel you there, mamani. You have a very nice peechwade."

Instead, what I said was, "I need to see how firm or flabby they are. I have to see what exercises I have to give you."

"Oh." Shaheen bit her lip. "In that case, just a little touch, then, Nazu beta. And please don't pinch me! And tell me what exercise to do, na?"

I didn't need a second invitation. In a trice I was beside her, my hands on her big bum. I had never touched her this intimately before. She playfully wriggled her buttocks before I attacked her, diving in for my experience of pure ecstasy. My fingers were now pressing and squeezing her in ways I have never pressed and squeezed her before.

"What do you think?" Shaheen asked me with a twinkle in her eye as I groped her and squeezed her and pinched her down there.

"Oh, yes, mamani! Thank you mamani!" I wanted to say. "As you said, your gaand is indeed soft to touch, but extremely firm!"

Instead, I told her, trying to keep my voice from shaking, "You don't have too much fat in there, mamani. Your ass is very firm."

"Really? You flatter me!" Shaheen arched her back and tried to glance at her behind, while making no affect to remove my roving hands. She was loving this! As for me, I could hardly believe my self. I was actually feeling up my aunt!

"Mamani." I patted and then gently pinched her on her bum. "If you just control your intake of food to say 1200-1400 calories a day or so, and eat healthy, I bet you will have a gaand you will be proud of."

I then used both hands to spread her ass cheeks a bit, and then placed one hand in the crack of her behind. My aunt stood there helplessly as I molested her like a lecher. I then pinched her rump again, causing her to yelp.

"Most of this is just water weight, mamani."

'Thank you, beta." My aunt thanked me as I continued to grope her. Then she said, almost reluctantly, "The maid will be in here anytime, beta. If she sees you ... like this ..."

Her voice trailed off as I continued my assault on her buttocks.

"Yes, mamani." After almost another minute, and very reluctantly, I lifted my hands up from her big ass. I raised my hand and gave it a sharp whack. I heard my aunt gasp. I then gave it another whack, and then a squeeze, and then let her go.

We were both somewhat disconcerted. I had a huge tent in my shorts, my penis bursting to cum and ready to erupt at any moment now. Shaheen was breathing rapidly, her face flush red, and small beads of nervous perspiration on her shoulders and neck.

"I am going to the living room and watching some TV." I told her. "When the maid has made breakfast, she can call me."

"Um ... yes, yes Nazu beta." Shaheen stammered and then replied. "I will tell her."

Her eyes fell on the big bulge in my shorts. She gasped and averted her eyes. I hastily went to the living room and switched on the TV.

Although there was a soccer match going on, I didn't pay any attention to the screen. My mind was still processing on what had just happened. One minute we had been sipping tea, having a typical aunt nephew conversation. The next minute I was fondling her ass. Did she really think I needed to touch and squeeze her bum to tell her of a few exercises? And she saw my bulge, for sure, and yet didn't say anything this time. And this morning ... had she seen me masturbate into her panty?

One thing was sure. I was now walking on eggshells. My relation with this conservative aunt of mine was going to change, one way or the other. I heard the maid come back to the kitchen and talk with Shaheen. I slowly walked back to see if I could overhear anything that would shed some light on the situation.

"All cleaned upstairs, didi." Pushpita told her. "And I brought all the dirty clothes from all the laundry baskets downstairs to be washed."

"Good." Shaheen replied. "And what about my bathroom?"

"I left that lone, didi." The maid answered. "You told me you will wash your own clothes from that bathroom."

"Yes, I did. Did you see any cloth there though?"

"There was a panty there, didi." The maid tried to recollect. "I remember as I almost picked it up before I remembered what you said. It was wet though. Did you wash it already, and forget to put it on the clothesline."

I had wet that panty after I cum in it, and then wrung it out before leaving it in the laundry basket. I wondered what Shaheen was thinking about it now.

"I think I did." Shaheen finally said. "I will take a look at it. You go make Nazu's breakfast now."

"Yes, didi."

"And after that, when he is done," Shaheen continued, "Give me a massage. I will be in my bed."

"Yes, didi. And what about Nawaz baba himself? Does he need a massage from me?"

"You can ask him." Shaheen replied. "He is very shy though, especially around women. Only with me and his other mamanis is he close."

"Yes, didi."

Breakfast was a quiet affair. Shaheen wasn't there. Apparently she was busy checking some email and going through some correspondence. I wonder if she was purposely avoiding me. Pushpita was in the kitchen, busy with preparing some vegetables, as I ate my breakfast in silence. After wards, as she cleaned the table, the maid asked me if I wanted a massage from her.

"I ..." I didn't want to sound too eager, so I pretended to think about it. "Not today, I have to go out soon. Maybe tomorrow or the day after."

"Yes, baba. Just let me know. I am going to massage your aunt soon. I can give good massages. You will be very relaxed. I will take proper care, baba. You will be very happy with my massage."

She seemed to stress the word 'happy'.

"Yes, Pushpita. I will let you know."

I had to head out to the main village market as I had some work to do for my uncle. I went upstairs to my room, freshened up and changed. I then walked over to my aunt's room. This was the same bedroom where I was sleeping with her at night. I knocked on the door.

"Come in."

I opened the door. My aunt had her back to me. She was standing by the window sill, her hands on the window ledge, with her back to me, and she was looking out to the street. I looked at her bum. Her back was arched, and her butts were prominent. She was still dressed in that silky nightie.

She was looking so desirable. So tasty. So inviting. For a second, I was lost in hunger. And then I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I walked up to her, and placed a hand on her ass, cupping her left butt cheek. I could see Shaheen stiffen.

"Mamani," I told her, gently squeezing her bum, and leaning in. "I am going to the market to get those few things mamu wanted for the lodge, and to take care of some chores for him."

"Er ... yes, Nazu beta." Shaheen answered, her breathing becoming rapid.

Using my hold on her bum as a rudder, I firmly turned her body around so that Shaheen was now facing me, my arms around her waist and on her bum. Her eyes stared at the floor as I continued to knead her bum.

"I will see you in a couple of hours, mamani." I let go of her behind, and then leaned in and kissed her smack on the lips. Shaheen initially kept her eyes closed, as usual, when she thought I was going to kiss her cheeks, but her eyes popped open in surprise as I pressed my lips against hers.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"I will see you in a few hours, mamani."

"OK, Nazu beta." She finally looked up and smiled at me. It was a nervous, yet a very beautiful smile. "I will see you when you are back."

As I turned around and left the room, my thoughts were on that smile. What a smile! I just couldn't wait for tonight. Something was going to happen -- something!