Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 09:24:39 +0100 (BST)
From: Alisha Mathew <alisha69ksk2002@yahoo.co.in>
Subject: Steal-thy-brother's wife Part IX

The rain had stopped, but the dripping of water from treetops continued. I
looked at Gita, she too was awake. "What are you looking at? Are you
satisfied now? You have fucked a virgin, do you know, Yes, I was a virgin",
she said smilingly. "Are you satisfied Gita, it was you who was thirsty", I
said. " So still blame is for the woman!  you were madly chasing me till
now, when you got me, you are putting blame on me, you will say I seduced
you, I know", she said. "Okay, I don't argue, but its time we to move away
and sleep separate, my brother or mother may come, the morning is minutes
away", I said. "Okay, then you go now, I will sleep here", she turned to
other side and the nakedness excited me. "Wow, not wearing anything, you
have become very bold and beautiful, but remember the stains on the bed
sheet, Brother can easily understand", I went out. "Fuck your brother, let
him see, I want to be pregnant from you, I bet I am not going pregnant from
that ass fucker", she covered her nudity simply by arranging the sheet over
her.  I gave a small pat on her fat buttocks, two lovely darlings, shining
like full moon. I went to the kitchen and washed the glasses, stains, put
Gita's clothes on the hangers arranged every object in its place. I dressed
in a new dhoti, and slept in my bed. I slept for hours.

"Vasu, Vasu, wake up", it was Ganesh's voice. I cursed him for disturbing
the sweet dreams. "What's this baba, early morning?". I woke up cursing
him. Ganesh was standing near the window. "Come its urgent!", he was
anxious. I dressed up and went out, "What is the matter, heaven fall
down?", I asked. "Look in this paper, there has been an accident, some jeep
collided at a culvert and fell off it", Ganesh showed me a paper. "Oh, its
nothing some guys drove madly in the heavy rain, most probably the liquor
lobby", I was calm. "No, look at the number, its KLX 2323, the jeep at our
junction, I doubt your brother traveled last day in it", Ganesh's face was
grim. I was shocked, what to do then?. "Don't tell to his wife or your
mother, better we two go there and enquire, perhaps your brother was not in
it", Ganesh passified me. So I went out after waking up Gita who was still
sleeping but dressed properly. "I will make tea", she said. "No, Ganesh has
some emergency problem, I will come back after two hours", I started with
Ganesh.

We took an autorikshaw and reached the accident spot, which was ten
kilometers away from my house. The jeep was damaged and I doubted if the
causalities were alive. We went to government hospital and enquired. The
nurse read the name of patient, the driver was alright with a few
fractures, but the other name was of my brother. My head spinned, Ganesh
supported me, when we saw my big brother in I.C.U my heart broke. He was
completely surrounded by doctors, nurses and only his face was
visible. Plasters, needles, glucose trips, blood bags oxygen cylinders and
what not, he was seriously ill. After the initial shock was contained, I
asked the doctor about his condition. "Oh, he will survive, but I don't
think he can walk, both thigh bones are broken, spinal chord is also
damaged, he will be alive but I prefer the other way", he gave his verdict
in cold voice. So we returned in the same autorikshaw to home. The driver
of jeep was discharged and he asked me to take him to his house, as he had
to arrange the jeep to be lifted, it had no proper registration. On our way
he started cursing my brother, "your brother, that idiot, I told him to
stop and rest in the rain, but he wanted to go to that cheap lodge, to fuck
those boys ,aren't he ashamed , married to the best chick in this village
and still going to fuck some dirty ass, fully drunk, what a rogue!!, all
the way he was singing abusive songs cursing goddess Kali, I told him not
to play with goddess name. He was singing that fucking song about goddess,
I expected the God would punish him someday, but now the god's office is
fully computerized and the sinners get their reward immediately. At the
very instant the jeep slipped, I applied brake but your brother, that idiot
jumped out and rolled downward", he was cursing. What should I reply, I
knew he was serious, I knew the driver's dilemma, his jeep is not insured
nor registered, police will make him answerable for all misdeeds and
possibly exploit a large sum of money as cover up charges.

When I reached home, my parents were not there, Gita was singing in her
room. She just had her bath and was on her daily routine wearing only the
bra, applying powder in armpits, almost half nude but in a merry mood. When
I entered the room, she hid her bosom by the wet towel and asked, "What is
this? Vasu coming to my room when I am dressing, remember that I am still
your husband's wife. Don't think you can repeat last night, what happened
just happened but don't expect anything more, now please get out".

"Gita chechy, its urgent, we have to go to a place immediately" "Which
place, heaven?! Didn't we go there last night?"  "No, be serious, there is
some problem, there was an accident last night, perhaps your husband was in
the spot", I tried to be calm.  "Ha, ha, your brother. accident! never!
he is an iron man, nothing can harm him, don't stare like that Vasu,
Haven't you seen these well, you bad boy", she was giggling with mock anger
adjusting the straps of her black brassieres.  "Shit, there is a jeep
accident, and your husband traveled in it last night, we have to go to
hospital", I was angry.  "Oh, no! never!, Vasu tell me did you see him? Is
he alive, I know its my curse, I betrayed him, I betrayed him and he met
with accident. Vasu, you are a venom, didn't I tell you not to commit sin?
Oh, God! Forgive me, I did sin. I will never repeat it, please save my
husband", she began crying.  "Now will you stop and come with me, he is
alive but some injuries, I saw his face, its okay, but doctor doubts about
fractures, please hurry".

When we reached there it was a pathetic scene, Gita was crying mad, cursing
herself, saying "my sin!, forgive me lord, my sin!", I was afraid if
someone doubt that I made an affair with her last night. Fortunately none
bothered her yelling's, and a nurse gave a sedation injection to her. When
my parents came it was evening. The doctors were planning an emergency
operation for spinal area. We could see brother again only on next day. The
operation was success and they plastered his legs and put some weights here
and there. He spent one week in the hospital bed like that as if an
astronaut had just arrived from space. After that the plasters were
removed. My brother smiled at me, he was drinking rice soup and Gita was
nursing him with a smile. "Tomorrow we can go home, but first I want to go
to Gita's home, we will come next week, till then you have to manage the
shop along with father, we cant keep it closed", brother said.

I and Ganesh paid the medical bills and retuned to our house. One month
rolled away, and there were no signs of my brother returning from his
wife's house. It was a surprise for all of us. My brother spent almost one
month at his wife's residence!. I guessed Gita and brother might have
patched up and perhaps he was fucking her regularly. Most probably she
might get pregnant either by me or my brother, anyway life was going to be
smooth once again. From now on I will respect my brother's wife and never
misbehave with her, I decided.

On Sunday my parents and I went to enquire about his progress of recovery
and reached Gita's residence by jeep. There was a gloomy atmosphere. Her
father gave us a dry smile and Gita was looking so desperate and sad. There
was no sign of my brother. "Where is Raghu, how is he?", my mother
asked. "Oh, my son-in-law!, he is alright and healthy, but I don't know
what to say, my daughter's life is completely spoilt. I don't know who to
blame, perhaps the God is playing with all of us. Anyway you may take them
to your place, I don't want to see my daughter living like a widow in my
house", Gita's father talked. I did not understand what was the problem. If
my brother is alright and healthy then what was the problem? Why was Gita's
father talking sarcastically? "What's problem Gita, Is he making quarrels
here? Does he drink?, tell me we can find a solution for any problem", my
mama asked Gita.  "Amma, there is only one solution, I have decided it, but
you must all agree", we looked around and saw my brother wearing a saffron
robe like a saint, he had changed a lot, for the first time I was seeing
him sporting a beard, he looked so calm and divine. What happened to that
horny husband?

My mother hugged him with care and passion like a child. "What is the
problem, Reghu, did you quarrel with Gita's father?", mama enquired. My
father looked like a fool, he was ignorant of any of the problems unlike
me. "Mama, I had done so many sins in my life, now God had taken revenge on
me. I cannot be a husband anymore, the accident took my manhood away, I
can't be no longer the old Reghu", he declared calmly. Gita started crying
aloud. "Don't say like that, we can treat at medical college, you will be
alright". "There is no treatment for this, your son cannot be a man
anymore, his virility is taken away by god. The spinal chord had some
problem, the nerves no longer function, the doctor had told it to me when
discharged. We just came here after consulting our sidha vaidyan Edison, he
too says it's impossible. He can live happily but his organ is useful only
for pissing, that's the problem simply", Gita's uncle suddenly appeared on
the scene. "Altogether my daughter's life is gone for ever, even after six
months she did not get pregnant, all the ladies married at that time have
now delivered', Gita's mother too joined the conversation.

The subject was not an arguable one in public anyway. I could understand
the pathetic situation, Gita had to live like a widow or apply for a
divorce. That was the only solution. "Come Gita, pack up your things, we
may go to our house and discuss things, perhaps some good doctor can cure",
my mama asked Gita. "No, I am not allowing my daughter to live with a
corpse forever, you don't know how many guys came here for her alliance,
she is young, I am not going to send her to your house like a servant. You
take care of your son, but I am not sending my daughter, its settled. I
will marry her to some other man. I want a grand child and my only daughter
should not suffer like this, you may take your son with you but not Gita",
her father was adamant. "No daddy, I don't want to divorce him, a wife
should care for her husband till his deathbed, I don't want any happiness,
but I don't want a divorce too!, I am going with them", Gita was
pleading. What a dilemma, my father was also gloomy.  Anyway we returned to
our house without any delay.

One week passed. We consulted so many physicians and ayurvedic doctors. All
were unable to do anything miracle. My brother invited all relatives to a
religious worship to be conducted at our residence on coming Sunday. My
brother asked my sisters to assemble as he was going to announce some
decisions. My parents, Gita, my two sisters and I were thinking what would
be his decision. He began talking when we were gathered and none outsiders
were present, "I want all of you to listen carefully to me and agree to my
decisions. First of all I am not interested to do business anymore, I am
leaving everything to Vasu and father. I am going to a religious place, I
want to join Karunakara guru's Ashram and the third and important decision
is Gita should marry Vasu, and you must all agree to all of these". The
bomb had fallen. Gita cried, "No Reghu Chetta, I don't allow you go alone,
I wont marry Vasu, I am coming with you, I too join the Ashram".

"No, I want to go alone, you are not coming with me. I don't want any
family relations from now on. I want to repent on my sins. Vasu has to
marry Gita. She is a treasure, which I don't want to go outside our
family. Vasu and Gita are almost equal age but that doesn't matter. They
care for each other, they can be a good couple.  Whatever you say my life
with Gita is now over and I wont change that decision. Gita and Vasu can
marry if they both agree, its my proposal. Take it or leave it, please",
Reghu brother was firm.

"If your decision if final, I want Gita to be here only, Vasu has to marry
her", my mother had taken the decision.

"No, Vasu was my brother, I cannot marry him, and we cannot be a husband
and wife.  All villagers will mock at us. "I don't like it", Gita was not
yielding.

"Do you love Vasu?", my father asked Gita.

"Oh, I think it's a good decision. Vasu can marry his brother's wife. It's
not uncommon. So many marriages takes place like that when the army men
die. Recently when our neighbour Bhaskar died in bike accident, his wife
was four month pregnant.  They forced her to marry the younger brother who
was three years younger than her.  Now I see them very happy and she is
going to deliver next baby", my elder sister joined.

"What is Vasu's opinion?", Reghu brother asked me. I didn't say
anything. My mother interfered, "He doesn't answer because he think he is
only studying. But I don't want Gita to go away to some other house, she
has to remain here till my last breath, so let Vasu marry her".

I was too confused, why those people never asking Gita's opinion. Was it so
cool to have a divorce and marry husband's own brother whatever may be the
compelling reasons. Then my brother asked me to come outside, he took me to
the lemon tree's shade, he put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Vasu,
I know it is very difficult and how much you respected her as your brother'
sister. But to tell you a truth, she is still a virgin, I did not make any
husband wife relations with her, it's a fact which I did not disclose to
anybody, I had some problems and god did not forgive me for my misdeeds,
now I am as good as a corpse to her. You have to take care of her
responsibility, its my sin that she become almost a widow now, so you have
to obligue, as a brother you too have responsibility to repent on my
sins. Nothing harm is going to happen, you will adjust with an early
marriage, Gita is a nice girl, she loves you, I know it, it wont be much
difficult to have husband-wife relation after the initial mental
confusions, please take my word, she is the best woman one could get", he
was sobbing at the end.

So everyone agreed and after one week Gita's parents came with not much
interest.  Gita too lacked any spirit. The village head came to our house
and before the picture of a deity, he game two big rose flower made
harams(flowers bunched together) and asked Gita to put into my neck which I
returned. "Now you are husband and wife, what about a new mangal sutra
(small chain with a locket to indicate wife status by Hindu women in our
country)? ", the village head asked. "She already have one, isn't it
sufficient", my mother asked. "No, lets remove the old one, make a string
with turmeric paste coated and put the locket in it and let Vasu tie it on
Gita's neck". When the old chain was broken Gita cried, but others pacified
her. My brother took the old chain and gave it to my elder sister as a gift
from him, which she hungrily accepted.  Thus the ceremony was over. Quite
unexpectedly Gita and I became husband and wife.

The function ended at 11 a.m. There was a small feast for the
gathering. Gita's parents left soon without any interest. My brother took a
small bag and went to his ashram in a car after biding good bye to all, he
put his hands on his ex-wife's head and blessed her. Gita was sobbing all
the time. The people left soon. It was at night, I found the
difficulty. Till the previous day I and Gita were like brother and sister
(none knew about that night, even I had started believing it was a dream or
nightmare) and at present we are husband and wife. When the supper was
over, my sisters asked me to join Gita in bedroom. "No, I will sleep in my
bed", I said. "Your bed, ha,ha its all past, baba, now you have to spend
night with your wife. We will send Gita as a bride soon, you wait for her
in Gita's bed room". The sisters giggled and put me in Gita's room. I sat
on the cot, thinking about the time I hid under the cot and saw my brother
fucking Gita in the ass. I felt all these incidents awkward and
unexplainable. After some time, I heard a laugher and giggling. My sisters
pushed Gita to enter the room with a glass of milk, dressed in Kerala style
bridal dress, with a lot of jasmine flowers decorating her hairs.

Gita closed the door and came to me. She gave me the milk and I took a
sip. "Please leave some for me, your brother drank all of it in our first
night, I don't want it to happen in my second first night too!". I gave the
rest to her and she drank it humbly. I could not believe it. Till yesterday
she was the boss and I was a humble subordinate, and all of a sudden a role
reversal occurred. I became the boss overnight due to my position as a
husband, and she had metamorphosed to a shy bride from her previous angry
lion postures. She stood near the bed, as if waiting for me to give
permission. I did not understand any of this. I was still feeling a peeping
Tom caught red handed by her in her private room. How will our attitude get
changed?

After waiting for some time she sat on the cot. I was tired. I did not
remember anything else. When I was awake Gita had gone to kitchen and fine
morning light was falling on my face through the windows opened. I went to
the well, drew a bucket of water, brushed my teeth and went for my morning
chores. When I was returning after a bath from the canal, Vilasini (Villu)
appeared from behind a coconut tree.

"Congratulations!, so you got your Gita didi as your
wife!!. Congratulations again, did you screw her last night. I bet you did,
your face tells it. So your dreams now have come true. Did you look for any
leaches down there, is it shaved or bushy?", Villu asked me.

"What's wrong with you, have you loosen your nuts, what rubbish are you
telling.  You know its not my fault. Everything happened, men proposes god
disposes!", I said.

"But you got a fine chick which you were craving, peeping, coolly, as if
put in a silver plate and offered to you, some men are lucky, they get
everything without any effort, such things which he never expects, he
cannot expect as he knows very well that he doesn't deserve it. Tell me the
black magic you did, whom did you consult? Who was the witchcraft, may I
know?".

"What's wrong with you Vilasini? Don't you know how all things happened? I
am finding it very difficult to adjust to it. Till yesterday she was like
an elder sister, almost a mother to me and today she is my wife. Do you
know how difficult it is?", I asked.

"Ha,ha great joke, mother like!, shit, and you peep into her bed room, you
peep when she bath, and say she is mother like!!, you are then a mother
fucker!", Villu was not leaving me.

"What's in it for you, do you want her to eat your pussy again? I have no
objection, if she wants to eat your pussy then go for it! But you don't
expect to eat Gita's pussy anymore. Isn't the reason you came quarreling
today. I know what's in your mind".

"Shit!, stop such rubbish. I thought your were loving me!", Villu's face
became red with blush and anger. "I was Villu, but fate is fate, what can
we do? We are toys in the hand of might god!", I left her to take
breakfast.

Gita was waiting for me to serve breakfast, like an obedient
servant. "Where is mother?", I asked.

"Mother has gone to market, to buy fish for her son, newly married son and
his wife!, we too are leaving today. So the newlyweds will be alone and can
have an indoor honeymoon right away", my sisters replied in chorus.

"Have you got anything else to do? Always pestering me? Don't you know how
difficult to look yesterday's Gita chechy as wife Gita today? Am I an
animal? I was respecting her till last day", I argued with my sisters.

"Vasu, come to this room, I want to tell you something", my elder sister
called me.  When I joined her, she bolted the room and said, "Eda Vasu,
don't play innocent like a pope. We knew everything. Your leach hunting in
Gita's .... I don't tell which place, your peeping into her room, we knew
everything. By god's grace things happened in your favour, else we might
have seen brother killing brother. So don't play so innocent to us, perhaps
you can fool mother and father, perhaps that ape Reghu too!", I lost color
from my face. That bloody Villu was gossiping about us, I was sure.

"Break fast is served, please come Vasu Etta", Gita was calling me ('Etta'
means 'big brother or respected husband") lovingly.  "Go, go Vasu
Ettaaaaaaaaaa", my sister mocked Gita's respected tune. Fortunately they
did not comment anything to Gita and left by afternoon. The lunch was nice
with mushrooms; special dishes made of fish, sweets etc. When I had lunch I
was in a mood to sleep, my mother went out taking coconut leaves folded
basket to cut grass, giving enough chances for an indoor honeymoon.

When I had a little nap, Gita too joined me in the cot. "What a sleep last
night!, you didn't ask if I want to lay side by side, why you become so
serious Vasu Etta".

"Cut the crap, stop this Etta call!, call me Vasu as before, please".

"No, wife should not call husband by name, you are my respected husband
now!", Gita was coy. "Why are you not calling me my name?", she asked
again. "Till yesterday you were my brother's respected wife now you become
my wife, actually I am yet to adjust with this marriage idea", I said.
"But I am your wife now, call me, my name, call me now, I want to hear it".
"Okay Gita deedee, no Gita!".  "That's not enough call me again, like you
call Villu, Geetaa!", she was behaving like a kid.  "Geetakuteeeee!"  "
ayyo, nice, I love it call me like that Geethakkutty, I love it!! yes!
chettaaaaaaaa (dear hubby)...!" Gita was happy.

"Did you like that name Geetakkuteee when I called long back?", I asked.

"Yes, I loved it".

"So you were pretending angry with me, you liked my affections!"

"Yes, every woman likes to be admired, loved, cherished, respected, but
love is above all, all a woman need in this world is love. She will
surrender to any Tom, Dick and Harry if she feels he is loving him", Gita
said.

"How did you know I love you?".

"Women know when someone loves her. It's her built in talent. A look, a
sparkle of eye, a sigh when we pass, we get the message!".

"Wow!, what a philosopher!", I said.

"That's an ideal wife".

"But as per Indian mythology the definition of wife is something
different. Karyeshu mathri sayaneshu vesya, haven't you heard it.

"Means!"

"Efficient like a minister to a king, but in bed like a well experienced
prostitute!".

"How can a wife be a prostitute? Aren't you ashamed to make wife a
prostitute?! It's a bad word for woman, don't you know?".

"Its bad now, but in ancient times prostitutes were having equal social
status like wives. People visited prostitutes and loved their wives
too. Prostitutes in old era were highly educated, knowledgeable, experts in
everything, from administration to plain intercourse!".

"Oh intercourse, your favorite topic. How can a wife become efficient like
a prostitute?"

"She must seduce, educate, explore, excite, take men to heaven!".

"How, I have heard prostitutes first take money, then lie spread and gave
men what they want to do with her body, so where is the seduction?"

"Its modern prostitutes, the saying meant prostitutes in those old golden
days, they will write, sing, dance, quotes poetry, reveal their body slowly
exciting men every instant, do whatever things men ask to them".

"Did they take it in ass too!?", she asked.

"They were capable of taking it even in their nostrils!".

"So what do you expect from this poor humble wife, you too want my ass
only. I thought my second husband would prefer my sweet front hole".

"Okay, make tea, I want to plant some teakwood saples which Ganesh
brought. Take a pick axe and follow me, quick march!", I ordered.

While we were planting those plants near our compound wall, Vilasini
appeared with a goat and some collected leaves as its food. "Oh
honeymooning by planting trees? I haven't heard honey moons performed this
way", she said at us.

"Oh, where are you two goats going?"

" Not two, one goat!, To make this goat eat, leaves of jackwood!", Villu
said.

"It eat only leaves!".

"Unlike men, alas they eat only leaves!, it doesn't eat grass".

"I would eat grass if the meadow is good!", I tried pun. "You are
interested in cutting meadow rather than eating!", Villu shot back.


"Stop double meaning dialogues, my dear husband, don't make your wife
jealous. I won't allow any seducing others anymore. If you try seducing
neighbours,the hell hath no such fury than me, remember", Gita said in a
humourous way.

Villu had gone by the time we finished gardening. "Now I want a bath at the
canal water, are you coming?", I asked Gita, my wife. " Yes, but I don't
have spare clothes, I will sit at the shore only, perhaps leaches are there
even now!, but a wife has to follow her husband, so I am also coming".

When we reached the canal there was enough water and water was crystal
clear, perhaps they might have opened the dam's shutters. None knew about
it so there was nobody around. I jumped into the canal only my drawers on
and left other clothes ashore. "Why don't you join me?", I asked Gita. "No,
I don't have towel or spare clothes, not now, if someone comes its
shame". "Oh, don't worry, we may start our honeymoon from this canal, none
seemed aware of dam's shutters opened today, come I insist". Then Gita too
reluctantly started removing her blouse. She opened her blouse and then
followed by her bra, under skirt. Then she hiked the lungi she was wearing
to cover her breasts, and joined me in water with a hiss shound indicating
its cold in water.

As soon as she joined me, my knickers struggled, as my phallus was erect.
"Does this have no other job?, its always in this condition, an iron rod!",
Gita exclaimed. At the next instant she slipped and the lungi was flown
away down the canal. "Oh...hh please catch it Vasu Etta, my lungi!, its
flowing down, please catch it, I don't have anything on me", she cried. The
lungi was now reached few meters down and stuck at a bramble. "Don't worry,
we will take it when we go back, now we can bath, as moss is there none
will see you are naked here". "No,no, please take that skirt I will wear
it, I cant swim like the day I was born here in public, anyone can come,
you are not the only peeping boy here, I know a few boys", Gita lamented.

Then I swam to her and touched her nipples, and started inspecting
it. "What's there, leach?", there was fear in Gita's voice. "No, something
bit, small fish I hope", I said pinching her nipples. "No, they might have
come thinking it's their mother for drinking its milk", Gita chuckled.

"There is another big eel fish, you want to see it?", I asked. "where,
where let me see", "Give me your hand I will give it to you else it will
slip away", Gita extended her hands to me, I took my phallus out and placed
it in her hand. "Ohh...oooooooo, its not eel, its my husband's
tool!, why this is struggling like this?" . "It saw a big den, it was to
enter the den". I longed my hand to touch Gita's shoulders and I began to
apply soap there. I caught the long hairs sprouted from her armpits and was
floating like wild moss in the clear water. "Geethakutty you have never
shaved here isn't it, how long your pit hairs are, that's why you emit a
sweet smell when you are sweating".  "Chee, take your hands from there,
ladies don't shave there, what's the use of blades for a lady anyway, its
you gents shave and cut hairs. Those hairs are god given to me, let it
remain in its place", Gita was ticklish when I tried to kiss her armpits
and bit the long hairs.  "Alright, I don't ask you to shave, its nice to
see ladies having a lot of pit hair, its an indication of how hairy their
pussies are, in fact your hairy pits looks like a fine pussy to me".  "Ok
then soap me!", Gita turned away. I put a small piece of soap and lathered
it in my palms and started soaping her broad shoulders and the smooth back,
which looked like an elephant's forehead to me. I began to soap each nook
and corner of her body above water level and I was forgot she was standing
half nude in the open.

"Are you soaping me or making me wet?"  "Both!, I want to make you wet, you
haven't got wet like this after marriage, am I true, I want you to
understand how a husband can make you wet!".  "You are true, my ex-husband
never bothered to do such things to me, let me feel your hands all over me,
I love you", unknowingly she was caressing my big phallus when she said
that.  "Okay, now lets stop this open honey moon, some one may come, we
will go home and do such naughty things", Gita said.  "Let me soap your
boobs, Gita , I can't take my hands away from these big globes, see how
smooth they are, two little darlings, let me catch these wild
strawberries", I soaped her breasts and twisted her black taut nipples.
"Oooh, leave me alone, if you take that much time there, then what time it
will take to soap other important areas", Gita was childish.  "I forgot,
let me soap your triangle", I inserted a finger into her hot pussy, even
though we were standing in water, her inner pussy folds were warm, and I
felt I have put my fingers into a tube full of hot oil.  "Here also hairs
have grown, it was about three months now the accident, isn't it", I was
feeling the dark mattress of her pubic region. Once shaved the hairs start
fast growing there. "Yes, it was a neglected region since that rainy
night".  "Didn't do anything to this area, while alone at night?".  "Don't
play, you want me to say I finger every night, sorry, I doesn't do it,
unless I am terribly hot. Do you want to grow hair there or not?", Gita
asked me.  "As you please I like both, it is always a surprise when I see
there is shaved when I least expect it, that's called sweet surprise". I
lathered again and applied it on her deep navel and down below.  "This
navel of you, it looks deeper than your pussy hole, perhaps I may use it
when you are on periods", I commented.  "You use anywhere, but this is too
much, I cant suffer like this, I am getting aroused baba, lets go home and
do something, someone might come".  "Lets clean here nicely", I opened the
pussy folds and water gushed into those orifices and Gita was giggling with
new ticklish feelings." Don't spread so open, tiny fish may bite me
inside". "Let them enter its nice to feel those tiny things move their tiny
tails fluttering inside your pussy". "No I don't allow any tiny tot, except
this big eel", she was again caressing my big tool.

I returned to her marvelous buttocks, what a fine two pieces of stiff meat,
I pressed and pinched there, then I felt her anus and inserted a finger
into it. "Take your hands away, don't complain foul smells afterwards",
Gita tried to move my hands. "But I love that smell, its too very nice ".
"Like elder brother like younger one", "you too Brutus!, anyway take your
hands, I don't like it ".  "Okay, now spread your legs and stand still, let
me touch your little clitty", I inserted a finger and spread her upper
folds of the pussy triangle and the pebble like clitoris came into contact
with my forefinger.  "oooooooooh, don't touch there, I will loose control".
"So this is your magic control switch, your master switch", I dived into
water and took it between my lips, "ooooooooohhhhhhh hhhhhhhha
Agggggggggggggagggggggggggg", Gita lost balance and fell into the
water. Then we heard something fallen into the water. Had some naughty boy
joined us in water?.  Gita hid her nudity by diving into the deeper water,
and I saw a coconut fallen near us. "Don't worry, it is a coconut", I
said. "Its not a dry one, its raw look if someone is on the coconut tree,
anyway lets stop bathing now, we were too careless, Vasu Etta, please take
my skirt and give it me, hurry up". I took the lungi back from the brambles
carefully and gave it to her. We quickly dried ourselves and just when we
climbed the steps I saw a group of women with a bundle of clothes reached
the spot.  If we had spent five more minutes they would have found us naked
and naughty in the water. The coconut saved us from the situation. I took
it in one hand, when we entered our property boundary, Vilasini appeared as
if from nowhere and asked, "Vasu, now give me that coconut". "Why?, its
from canal, I took it from water, what right have to ask for it", I asked
her. "Then it was me who threw it to you, otherwise those ladies might have
seen some people in our village acting like in English films". Gita's face
was red with blush, she said softly, "Thank you Vills, you saved me from an
embarrassment". "Only we women help each other, the men are foolish, they
want their pleasure and never bothers about the embarrassment can happen to
us. After all your new husband is such a fool and a careless person", Villu
shot at us. "Anyway my wife is so lucky to have a caring neighbour", I
said.

"Ok, don't fight with her, dear husband, at least thank for saving from a
disgraceful situation', Gita took my hand and we walked to our home. This
night is going to be our first night, I decided.

(to be continued)