Middle Class Love #Wattys2015

Birthday Presents

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It was Rosh's Twenty seventh birthday and I threw him a surprise party. Matthew and his wife Diane, Vish and his family as well as our siblings were invited. It was a simple and sweet party. Diane was six months pregnant and first time father Matt just couldn't help fussing over her and indulging her very often. Vish's baby slept through all the commotion. Janaki and Vish joked around most of the time. Although he was advised to relax for the day, Rosh kept an eye on his brother and cleared his throat when Vijay tried to talk to my sister Ashley.

I put a hand on his wrist. "What's going to happen. They're just talking, Rosh!". He frowned and said "You don't know what that idiot can say." Let brothers be brothers.

The evening ended. Rosh was jubilant and overwhelmed. His new diet restrictions stopped him from feasting too much but his brother was all too happy to compensate. Vish had gifted him an iPad, Matt and Dana gifted him a couple of leatherbound notebooks and Sheaffer pens, Ash and I had baked the cake for him, Vijay bought his brother a pair of sunglasses. After everyone left, we put all the gifts in their new places and proceeded to the living room.

I didn't particularly feel happy about the cake that Ash and I had baked. I just wanted to give Rosh something he'd remember. I just wanted to go back to where it all ended and start afresh. I led Rosh to the kitchen, leaving the door open and a small light glow. He was curious to know what would happen next but never said anything. His eyes said them all. He was smiling a very innocent smile. We stood facing each other, smiling and holding hands. He was just cute. I loved him this way, flaws and all. His eyes seemed to convey a million messages of trust. I made the first move.

I kissed him. His hands glided to my back. I touched his face. It was rough, stubble and all. He didn't want to pull away, nor did I. Things heated up quickly. My mind was lost in an electric tangle of emotions. Pleasure seeped into every cave of my mind, filling me. It erupted into a flow of longing. How had I denied us these wild sensations? In a state of drunkenness, I led his hands to my buttons. His dark eyes looked at me with concern. I nodded. I didn't spare him either. We were soon on the wooden floor of the kitchen caught in insane actions of love. Arousal was driving us crazy. I let him know me.......

I woke up to Rosh tickling me... I was lying on his arm and he was looking down at me , smiling. The wee light of the morning peeped through the windows. Rosh was shielding me from the glare. I opened my eyes and looked at him sleepily. We were stark naked and unmindful of it. "You know" he began "We can film 'Adam and Eve' part two here." I coughed violently on this one. I punched his nose and replied "Yeah, and our family can film 'Honour Killing' featuring our mutilated corpses." He laughed and bent down to kiss me. I turned away and whispered "Brush your teeth, pleeeeeeeeease."