My bud now hardened, he stucks out his tongue to touch my bud In a very sensual way.
"Fir"
[Then]
He stops midway and asks...but his attention now on story and less on my bud. I didn't like it.
"Hum bus 2 baras ke rhe honge tab, aur Maa ka saara dhyaan unpar Chala gya."
[I was perhaps just 2 years old, and mom's whole attention shifted to him.]
I took my bud with my fingers placed it on his lips asking him to Suck on them. He proceeds to Suck my bud alternative and flicking his tongue around but also listening to me.
"Hamari dadi kehti thi ki, hum bahut rote the, lekin uss samay bhaiya ko Maa ki jyada jaroorat thi, aur bhaiya ke theek hone ke baad, Maa ne wapas mujhe Shambhala."
[My dad said, I used to cry a lot, but at that time my brother needed mom's care more, and once brother was all well, mom started taking care of me again.]
He stops midway, and I come out of the Haze where i was earlier pushed to.
"Kya_kya tumhe hamare bhaiya ne Kuch kaha hai?"
[Did my brother tell you something.]
His voice low and sad.
"Kaha nahi, apni dil khol ke rakh diya hamare samne unhone."
[ didn't tell anything, but had put his heart bare in front of me.]
He looks into my eyes maintaining a steady eye contact and I settle comfortable on his lap now my both legs on his either side and my core and his manhood separated by a few layers of clothings.
"Unhone vo_mm"
[He that...mm]
I doubt if I should be the one saying him these things.
"Batao hame, kya bhaiya ko hamse shikayaatein hain?"
[Tell me, does my brother have complaints with me?]
He thinks his brother despises him?
"Shikaayatein kis baat ki?"
[ complaint about what?]
I asked him. Still worried about his inner turmoil.
"Humein Pata Hai, paraye ko koi nahi apnata, yaha tak ke Hume toh pita ji ka Kuch nahi chahiye tha."
[I know no one accepts an outsider, I didn't even wanted anything from my father too.]
He thinks so much and so low about him. He needs love and a lots of love and I will give him that.
"Aap kaisi baat kar rhe hai?"
[ what are you talking about?]
I said to which he replied.
"Toh aur kya bolu main?"
[than what should i say?]
His hands placing a strand of my hair off my face.
"Meri Maa pita ji ki doosri Patni thi, Aur main unka sautela bhai hu, Phir bhi pita ji ne moh me aakar hame unke hisse ka pyaar aur sampatti de di."
[My mother was the second wife of my father, i am the stepson, but still father gave me a kart of his property and care out of love.]
He is so pure hearted, and yet he does not value himself.
"Hamein nahi chahiye ye sab, hamein toh apne bhaiya chahiye."
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THAKURAIN
RomanceStory based in 1960s. M/F/M [This while story is smut.] A tradition where the brothers of the house marry a single woman. 18 year old Gauri is getting married into the Rich Thankur's Family. Young and inexperienced Gauri embarks the journey of marri...