Younger Days

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We were a family of five. But, practically my elder brother used to be working abroad most of the time and thus we could count only four as the permanent members in our house. Brother used to come every three months or so and was working as a top executive with an MNC. I was the younger one of the two and was just hitting my 20s. My brother and I had an age gap of more than 15 years. This made him more like a father figure to me.His bedroom was on the top left-side of our two storied building and I used to stay in the other bedroom in the first floor. My parents used one room in the ground floor and one room was left vacant there.

My parents had me in their 40s and I was a surprise for them; seems my father just counted the days wrong and mother never kept a count anyway.

As my father and mother used to work for the government, the retirement benefits easily could take care of their needs as well as mine and also the huge income enjoyed my elder brother resulted in me becoming a very lazy man. I spent time in sports and games, watching movies, reading,etc. As my brother had a family and parents were of old age, all of them needed my help and thus no question was raised regarding my future plans.

We lived in a suburban residential area, but the airport was close by. Many homes in our area used to lodge guests in homestay model. This worked out as a very good income stream for the locality and it was difficult to find any house who were not accommodating guests on a daily basis.

We had a mix of various religious followers without any predominance of any particular ones. So, as a kid I got familiar with travellers from different places and people of various orientations.

In 1994, I was attending high school. After school time and during holidays, I used to play cricket , football, and other games with friends in the neighbourhood. There was no television in my house; having a colour television set was an exception. Our neighbour had a television set as they were quite well off: the husband was working abroad and he earned three times what my parents earned. I used to visit there often to watch TV and play with a two-years-old kid there. The housewife, Anitha, stayed with her mother-in-law in that house. She always welcomed me to the house as it will help her complete household chores as I played with her son. Her husband used to come every year around march and they used to go for long tours till he went back.

Another house I used to frequent was that of my friend Azhar, he lived with his mother and his father was working abroad.
I was known as ‘Sam’ in the neighbourhood and in school rolls I was called Samuel Jacob. Teachers never noticed me much as I was neither a bright student or a laggard. Also, I was not a hit with girls: like any other average student without any special talent to sing, dance, etc..

As a teenager, I was curious about many things, especially about females. But, the chance of learning anything was nil and as it was an age before the internet, magazines with semi-nude women had a big market and circulated with high velocity among my friends.

In one summer, Anitha’s husband and Azhar’s father planned for a long trip together. At that time, my elder brother was going to join a new company and was also looking for a girl to marry. I had just finished my 10th and was getting ready to join a college for higher studies. My neighbour, Ravi, suggested a family trip along with Azhar’s family. They also wanted my brother and me to join them. I was all ready for the trip, but my brother excused himself as he had to join the new company within a few days. My parents allowed me to go for the trip and we decided to go in a single car which can accommodate six of us.

We planned to visit a hill station 300 km away from our place. In summer, it is less crowded as it is not so cold as in December. Both ladies just had babies. Thus, Azhar was very busy with his sister and Anitha’s son Vinu, who was four at that time, was always with his little brother.

We started our journey early morning five, Ravi was driving and Azhar’s father Salam sat in the front seat. Azhar and his mom with the baby sat in the second row and rest of us in the third row. Vinu liked to sit in the window seat and thus Anitha sat with her baby in the middle seat and I occupied the other side. The road journey at that time used to be very difficult, with narrow roads filled with potholes. We were all chatting and playing games in which people take turns to sing songs, each song starting off from the last word of the previous song. Whenever the babies cried their mothers used to breastfeed them, leaving me a bit uncomfortable. Even though I have seen Anitha feeding her baby, as a teenager, it was a bit difficult to feel easy when she was doing that sitting next to me. Anitha was wearing a saree, a type of garment draped across your body, and hence had to pull up her blouse worn below the saree to feed her baby.

Azhar’s mother was also breastfeeding and I could see that through the gap in between the seats.

After covering the first 100 km, we stopped for breakfast, refreshed ourselves and started the journey again with Salam in the driver’s seat.

Anitha asked me “ Sam, can you hold the baby for some time?” to which I agreed. I took the baby from her and held in my arms. As I had not much experience in taking care of the baby, she suggested to the hands down near the lap. But, looking at my clumsiness she told me keep him in between her lap and mine so that she can also keep a hold on her baby. This worked well and I was relieved. In this process, my right hand now rested above her left thigh. I liked the feel and was happy to hold the baby like that.

We continued like this for next three hours and in between my hand used to touch in between her thighs, above her dress, due to the bumpiness of the ride. As saree doesn’t have a partition and is like a long skirt in the bottom portion, there was no chance of it slipping more down her soft regions. Then we stopped for lunch and restarted the journey and this time Anitha give the baby to her son Vinu who was sitting near the window and he started playing. By evening five we reached the hill station and all were very tired. The place where we were staying was off from the main road and was like a forest. Hence, the ladies were bit frightened. Three rooms were taken, Azhar and I shared a room.

Both Ravi and Salam soon started sleeping due to the long drive and the rest of us had a nice snack time in the nearby restaurant, 200 meters away from our rooms.

I used to make fun of Azhar since the day his mother got pregnant, for him it was difficult at first to cope with a pregnant mother. It was an arduous task to assist his mother during her pregnancy as Salam had gone back and he had been with his mother for everything. Even though his mother Arifa’s elder sister had been frequenting their place during this period, he was the only one with his mother for doctor visits and other such chores. Only a week before the date of delivery his father came back. After the first three months of pregnancy, Arifa used to have severe pain in her thighs and back, from her neck down to her thighs. The doctor prescribed a cream for that. She was very confused how to get someone to help her in this. As there was no other option and thus had to ask Azhar to apply the cream.

While returning from the hospital that day, she described to him about practices in earlier days when join-families were a norm. “Then, there were a lot of people to help during pregnancies. I used to help my sister, mother, aunts.

Azhar had just returned from his first term examination in his 10th standard. Arifa said “ Azhar can you come to my room, I need you to do something?” and he immediately went to her room after having his evening tea and snacks. He saw her standing in a blouse and underskirt; he hesitated to enter the room and called her “mom.” Arifa explained her situation, and then gave him the medicine that has to be applied in her back. He had never seen her like that before; even if he has seen her like that it was well before an age about which he has any memory. He started to apply the cream in her neck area and the upper back. His mother asked him to apply the cream in her midriff and to lift her skirt till her upper thighs to apply for medicine. She stopped him from lifting the skirt to her buttocks and instructed to massage below that. Azhar did as he was asked and left the room.

After two days, they both went to visit the doctor as his mother was not getting relief from the pain. On being told that the medicine was applied with clothes on, he advised her to have a full body application. Arifa called her sister to come down to her house for some days to apply the medicine. With the help of her sister, she was better in a week’s time.

After delivery, his father left with in a week. Arifa’s relatives left after the first two months of delivery and this left Azhar as the only person to assist mother in taking care of the baby. He used to keenly look at his sister. When the baby was six months old, she started to play with him and he was very happy. Luckily for him, all his exams got over by that time and he was free as a bird to do anything as as he pleased. He always wanted to be with his sister, often sleeping besides him and his mother. His mother used to breastfeed her in front of him and as he was very thrilled playing with his sister, it never made him uncomfortable. One day after lunch he was sleeping near his sister and got up to go to the toilet. What he saw astonished him as his mother was sitting there and trying to squeeze her breasts. He got worried and called her ‘mom’. Arifa turned to him after covering herself with a saree. “ Your sister is not getting milk it seems as she was struggling to drink them before sleeping. I was checking whether I have enough milk. It seems there is enough milk, but she is not able to get it. Let’s go to the doctor now.”

Paediatrician checked his sister and informed them that the baby is all right and suggested Arifa to visit her gynecologist. After checking her breasts, Arifa was told that she has to suck her own breasts for two minutes before putting it in the baby’s mouth. In her locality, such a situation was not considered good and sharing of such an information would have created a flutter among her relatives especially her in-laws. So, she kept this suggestion to herself.

Azhar was also not aware of this. After a few days, his mother got a cold and severe body pain. His aunt came to their house to assist his mother and left by night time as she had some work at her home. By night, Arifa was better and was able to do her work. Only pain left was in her neck and prevented her from bending down. Azhar woke up in the middle of the night on hearing his sister’s crying. He saw his mother trying to feed her and the baby not being able to get milk from her breasts. Arifa was all tensed with the situation and was afraid her baby will choke with all the crying. He desperately told her son “dear, my breasts need to be sucked before putting it in baby’s mouth. Otherwise, she will not be able to get the milk. As my neck is paining a lot, I am not able to bend down and suck my breasts before giving her. Now, I don’t know how to feed her and she is getting very desperate.” Azhar immediately understood her situation and without any second thought said that he will suck her for a minute. Arifa had no other option at that moment and that was the only solution available for her then. She readily agrees and asked Azhar to lie down in her lap. He did so and she pressed her left breast to his mouth….

After a week his father arrived and they planned the long journey along with Ravi’s family. As they felt Azhar need company they invited me too.

While going for tea with Azhar, Anitha, and Arifa, I was checking the surroundings. As it felt like a forest area, I was a bit frightened.The building we were staying was an old mansion which had many rooms. In fact, there were many vacant rooms as only three of them were occupied by us. The canteen nearby had only two workers there and hence the entire area had a deserted look. On the way to the canteen there was a pond in which people can swim. On seeing this I told Azhar, ‘let’s have some fun after the tea’. On hearing this, both mothers also wanted join us saying that they we will take turns to look after the babies.

Soon, we were in the pond side all set for the dip…Anitha and Arifa just tied their underskirt above their chest and removed rest of their clothes. Azhar and I were just in our briefs and I started swimming. The pond was only five feet deep and had no treacherous holes. This was confirmed by me, even then both ladies were not very bold to enter the water. The babies were kept in a portable cribs which were brought by Ravi and Salam while coming for their vacations. They were really useful and allowed everyone to enjoy the water at the same time. As the pond had not much width, we couldn’t swim more than two strokes. Also I was the only one who knew swimming. Anitha asked my help: I slowly guided her to the middle of the pond which was bit deeper and she got drenched till her forehead in that area. She was bit frightened and was clinging to my hands to prevent herself from drowning. Because of this her body got very close and our thighs were touching. My hard cock started touching her buttocks and I slightly moved back. As she had merely tied up her underskirt, my body had felt the softness of hers. It was clear she was not wearing any panties. Also, as the water entered her underskirt from below it started to lift up till her upper thighs, as the material was not getting drenched enough to cling to her body. This situation was not visible above the water as our movements created ripples in it. Azhar and his mother also joined us in the middle and as they also didn’t swim, all of them stayed close to me.

Arifa said “ Sam, you can take turns to help us to learn swimming. At least here, we don’t have to be shy as no one is around. It has been always my desire to learn swimming, but never got a chance. Please!”
Anitha agreed to this, “ yes, I also want to learn swimming,” I told them it is not an easy task and will take many days. She replied “ Let’s spend a week here in this resort and every day we can learn swimming”

I was very happy to hear this as a 18-year old horny teenager. But, I didn’t show the happiness and acted very serious in my approach.

Azhar said he is not interested to learn now, but will join swimming classes back home after the tour. It seems he was shy to learn swimming along with his mother.

It was around six o’clock evening and it was getting a bit dark as it was a forest area. Ravi and Salam were sleeping and it seems they will only wake up for dinner.

In the pond, there was no light; the thrill of being in an open pond without being stared or ridiculed-at made the ladies to forget everything and enjoy the waters; they even forgot they are in a secluded place. Arifa came near me and asked me to hold her when she tried to swim. I held her in her stomach and she started to splash her legs and hands. Her boobs were touching my hands and it seemed to me that she was not wearing anything under her skirt. I put one of my hands across her boobs and the other below her thighs and she was floating in the water. Her nipples were poking in my hands and they were very sharp. After being like that for two minutes, she got and stood beside me, “ Oh, it is so tiring. It is not easy as I thought.” Anitha gave a hand to her and said “ Is it so? I also thought is is easy. Anyway you were enjoying splashing in the water.”
“Yes Anitha, I will take rest for a few minutes and will try again.” Arifa was standing close to me after her first try at swimming and my hard penis was now in her ass crack, she was not wearing any panties. She was a 32 year old woman who was married off very early and with her recent delivery her boobs and buttocks has gone up in size. But, her rest of the body regained its earlier slimness and thus she had a hot figure now. Arifa was too tired to notice anything and when I put my hand in her stomach she just came closer to me, effectively burying ass in my thighs. The water was bit cold and hence all of us wanted warmth of each other’s body. Due to the movement of all of us, the water lifted her skirt and sensing this I just moved back a little. Now her skirt was above pussy level and I slowly pressed my body again to her. Now, her naked ass was pressed against me. She seemed to be not aware of it due to the cold water or maybe she just ignored it as normal. Now, Anitha wanted to swim and asked me to help her. As I was moving to Anitha to help her, I sensed Arifa pressing her ass against my penis as if her body needed the warmth and was reluctant to let it go.

Anitha was just 24 years old and was married to Ravi five years back. She was dark in colour but had long hairs and slim figure; as breastfeeding mother her breasts looked full and inviting under the skirt. When she was passing through the shallow area, I could see her black nipples poking through her under-skirt tied above her chest. She stood near to me and said “please hold me,” I put my hand across her stomach and she slowly laid har flat in the water. She started splashing with her legs and hands. I wanted to press her boobs more and to feel my cock against her body. “ Anitha, it will be easier for you to learn to float in the water in a standing position. You can do cycling and I can hold you for sometime till you get confident. Let’s try that.”. She did as I said. For this we moved to a part where her feet will not touch the ground beneath.Here she had to completely rely on me to keep her afloat without drowning. I put my both arms under her shoulder and she started to cycle her legs. In this, her boobs were resting just above my cupped palms and her thighs were fully pressed against me. A she was not able to touch her feet down, she was going to get tired fast. Because of her action, her skirt got lifted above her knee and as trying to float up. As she was trying hard, her boobs started bouncing and started touching them with my fingers.After some time, I just put both my palms over he rboobs and kept it down. She had amazing flesh and my filled my hands.The skirt lifted and my penis inside the briefs got pressed against her naked ass. Anitha continued her cycling, but as she got tired, the speed went down. My penis was all hard and was getting cuddled by ass cheeks everytime she lifted her thighs up and down in a cycling motion. In my wet brief, I was as good as naked. As it was dark by now, it was difficult for others to see what was happening there and the water till my neck. Anitha just parted her legs a bit and my brief covered cock started touching her pussy lips.In a few seconds, it was touching the insides of hers. Along with the brief, the penis started moving inside her and she started to shiver. I could sense her pusyy twiching strongly. I started pressing her boobs with my right hand and my left handed was tracing clit. I ejaculated very fast and she sensed it. My fingers caressed her softness and she spread them a bit for me to explore. Suddenly, Arifa’s baby started crying and she started breastfeeding her lowering the underskirt. I got hard again fast and I pushed down my brief to the knees. I pulled Anitha in her thighs and put her pussy above my penis. It went down smoothly and her entire body now needed no other support to stay up in the water. She continued her practice like that for the next 15 minutes before we came back to the mansion.
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