Flashback:
I still remember that day quite vividly. It was a Saturday. It was an unusual Saturday. I will tell why I am saying that. We were a joint family; my father and his brother lived together. My grandmother was also alive. Thus at any point of time someone or the other was always available in the house. But that day the situation was very unusual as a close relative from my mother's side died and my parents went there along with my aunt and elder sister. Even my grandmother went with them as she was close to her. I was alone in the house and since my uncle had night duty, all were away by the time he came back. Hence I was in the house with my uncle only.
My uncle used to come back from his night duty at around 08:00 am and taking breakfast he used to go to sleep till noon. The only servant we had in the house was a maidservant who came regularly at 06:30 in the morning and prepared food, washed clothes and went away by noon. Since I did not have school on weekends and my uncle sleeping I was wondering what to do. Then I thought of opening my elder sister Sunita's bookshelf and scan through the story books which in general she keeps away from me. My elder sister never allowed me to read those quoting that they are adult magazines and naturally I had more inclination towards them. Today I got the chance. I was brought up in a very conservative environment , I was still pretty much innocent.
I just peeped in my uncle's room to see whether he was asleep or not. I saw he was sleeping tight in a supine position, but his lungi was up almost to his waist exposing his hairy legs before my eyes and even I could peep into his blue shorts. I also noticed a bulge in my uncle's shorts and quickly went off from that place not understanding what it was. I closed the door and opened didi's bookshelf with the keys and took out those books. Sunita didi is in college now studying post graduation. I saw they were Hindi magazines, but not film magazines. There were lots of stories, which had pretty strange names. I scanned through some of them, viz. Naukrani Bani Biwi, Rukmini Pahuchee Meena Bazaar, Doctor Ya Shaitan, Bhabie Meri Jaan etc. etc.
There were also pictures accompanying each story and most of them depicted a male and a female and some had only females in scanty dresses. My ears were getting hot seeing those pics and something was happening in me I could realize. In one story, there was a set of pictures, very bright and clear, where a man was kissing the girl on her lips in the first photo, next he was holding her breasts with both hands, the girl was only wearing a brassiere, her legs could not be seen. Next the man was kneeling before her and embracing her naked legs and here I realized the girl was wearing a panty only. In the last one, the man was sucking her nipples and she was not even wearing the brassiere in this pic. I quickly closed the book and was breathing heavily.
Nita, Nita!
I heard my uncle calling me. Though my name is Anita, he calls me lovingly Nita.
Me: Chachu, aa rahi hoon. One minute.
I quickly put the books in the shelf, locked it and went out to see what uncle wanted. When I went into uncle's room, I was still breathing heavily and was not out of the effect of those adult magazines. I tried to remain normal, but uncle somehow caught me.
Uncle: Nita, do kadam aane me tu haaf rahi hai? Kya baat hai?
Me: Nothing chachu. Aise hi.
Uncle was looking at my breasts, which were rhythmically moving up and down within my top and bra. I tried to divert the topic.
Me: Chachu aap mujhe bula rahe the? Koi kaam hai kya?
Fortunately my uncle did not drag that inquiry, but still looking at my twin peaks intently, he asked me to bring the knife from my mother's room, as he wanted to cut some fruits. I readily went for that and the first thing I did coming to mummy's room was to check myself in the mirror. I was panting a bit no doubt, which was actually making my top stretch a bit on my tits, but otherwise looked okay. I had normal sized boobs, very erect and tight, along with a thin figure and somewhat fleshy hips for a girl of class X. I used to wear tops and skirts at home and that day also was no different.
As I was growing fast at that age and most of my skirts were getting shorter for my height, my mom used to select skirts for me to wear at home, and I invariably found that she chose the shorter ones for home and the longer ones for outside. She hardly discarded any skirt and today also I was wearing one of them from my mom's collection. I noticed my mom did not mind much if I wore short skirts at home, but while I went outside she was very particular about my skirt covering below my knees. Even she kept aside one skirt for my sleeping purpose, that too when I slept with my didi, which was horribly short now.
For the last one year, I always wear a brassiere at home, as my mom insisted that, saying
teri doodh ab bari ho gayi hai Anita. Hamesha bra pehna kar.
Today also was no different. I took the knife now for uncle and went back to his room. As I entered I saw uncle was changing his dress. On other days, if my aunt was present, uncle would certainly use a towel or turn back to the wall, but today to my utter disbelief, he was changing it openly. It seemed to me as if he was waiting for me and as soon as I entered his room, he started to pull down his lungi. His vest was already off and now he was standing naked except for his shorts. I dropped my eyes from directly looking at him and placed the knife on the table and was about to leave the room.
Uncle: Nita, almirah se mera ek lungi dena.
Me: Ji chachu.
I opened the shelf and picked up a lungi for him and when I turned I saw uncle had come forward and was standing within a couple of feet from me. He was looking so odd standing only in his blue shorts and the bulge was so very distinct within his shorts. I was feeling very uncomfortable and my eyes were inadvertently going time and again to his shorts. I quickly left the room handing him the lungi. I went back to my room and was wondering why my uncle behaved that way!
I put on the headphone and listened to some music to clear out the uncomfortableness that I was having due to reading those magazines and seeing uncle's bulge in his shorts. Then after around half an hour I went for my bath. Since our house was an old fashioned one, we did not have attached baths, but used a common bathroom. I took my spare clothes, a fresh set of undergarments and the towel and went inside the toilet for taking a shower. I was almost done with my shower when I heard uncle shouting to open the toilet door!
Uncle: Nita, Nita, ek bar darwaza khol jaldi, I have cut my finger.
Thump! Thump! Uncle was hitting the door and I was a bit puzzled. Though I had completed my shower, I was completely nude then and water was all over my body.
Me: Chachu mai to naha rahi hoon.
Uncle: Nita its bleeding heavily, jaldi darwaza khol.
Since my uncle was insisting me to open the bathroom door, I quickly started rubbing my wet body with the towel and at the same time requested uncle to wait for a while.
Me: Chachu ek minute please. Kapde to pehen-ne do.
Uncle almost ordered me now in a very stern voice.
Uncle: Itna khoon beh raha hai idhar, us-e kapde ki padi hai. Tu nangi hi nikal aa.
I was shocked listening to him, but thought probably it was bleeding very profusely such that he wanted me to get out of the bathroom urgently. I tried to rub my naked body dry very quickly, but uncle was getting very impatient.
Uncle: Nita, kya hua? Nangi ane me sharm aati hai to towel lappet le, lekin bhagwan ke liye jaldi nikal.
Me: Ji chachu.
I quickly wrapped the towel around my body, but at the same time felt it was very inadequate and was exposing a lot of my young tender body. There was no more time to think about my physical show off, as my uncle was striking the door again and I had to open it. Uncle almost rushed inside the toilet and held his bleeding finger under the running tap. I was really surprised to see that the cut was not that severe, at least the way he behaved and made me get out of the toilet forcefully.
Uncle: Kitna bleeding ho raha hai dekh Nita.
Me: Yes chachu.
I was more concerned about my compromised condition in terms of clothing than his bleeding. The towel was good enough to cover my both jiggling boobs, but all of my fair legs and thighs were totally exposed. I felt like wearing that short skirt, which my mom had kept for sleeping, which only covers my round bottom area. Though I had tied a knot with the towel around my body, I was not at all comfortable as my movements might just open it and the towel might slid off my naked body. As uncle was washing his finger, he was watching me also time and again.
Uncle: Tu to ab sachmuch badi ho gayi hai Nita.
I giggled a little at his comment and replied innocently to him.
Me: Aj malum pada aapko?
Uncle: Nehi Nita wo baat nahi hai. Actually towel mei to tujhe aj pehli baar dekh raha hoon na, is liye.
I giggled and blushed and did not even know what to reply.
Uncle: Aj tak towel mei to mai sirf teri chachi ko hi dekha hoon.
We both laughed at this. Then what happened in the next one minute was the weirdest thing and I least expected that.
Uncle: Good, ab bleeding lagbhag stop ho gaya hai. Let me wrap it with something.
Saying that he looked around. My dress I was wearing before my bath, I kept that set in a bucket for washing and my fresh set was hung on the door hook. A blue skirt and a white top was hanging there and I had kept my bra and panty on top of the tap, as I would wear that first thing after my bath. I almost got a kick in the teeth when I saw my uncle chose my panty, which was kept over the tap, to wrap his finger!
Uncle: Filhal isi se kaam chala leta hoon. Baad mei bandage kar lunga.
Me: Chachu par wo to meri
I had to make an objection, as uncle was about to pick up my pink colored panty.
Uncle: wo to meri kya? Tu bhi naa. Ja, room me ja aur dusri panty pehen le.
Saying that he picked up my panty and stretched it to see its dimensions. My ears turned red now, as he was seeing my panty intently close to his face. I decided not to stop there and went ahead for my room.
Me: Chachu mai room mei jake kapde pehen leti hoon. Fir ake apka bandage karti hoon.
Uncle: Okay ja, jaldi ana.
I was so relieved to be in my room and quickly closed the door behind me. I was breathing heavily now standing so long clad in a towel only. I opened the cupboard and took a fresh set of white undergarments and wore it. I picked up a blue top and a matching light blue skirt. But as I saw in the mirror to wear a matching skirt, I was exposing my legs beyond the limits of modesty, as this skirt was again quite old and was literally short. It must have somehow evaded my mom's eyes I thought. I hesitated for a second to wear it, but finally decided for it as there was no one in the house except uncle. My light blue skirt just looked like a bigger miniskirt, as it was exposing half of my fair thighs. I went back to uncle's room to get him the bandage.
Uncle was sitting on bed in his room and as soon as I entered inside the room he asked me a very strange question.
Uncle: Nita, tu mujhse jhoot kiyu boli?
I walked to the side of the bed where he was sitting. I noticed he had wrapped his finger with my pink panty. I was feeling so ashamed seeing my panty wrapped on my uncle's finger.
Me: Jhoot? Kaun sa jhoot chachu?
Uncle: Tu boli ke ye teri panty hai.
Me: Ya chachu, ye to meri hai.
Uncle: Ek baat bata Nita. Tu teri chachi se choti hai ya badi?
I was not getting at all what uncle was trying to mean and so innocently continued the conversation.
Me: Choti hoon. Chachu, ye koi poochne wali baat hai?
Uncle: Wohi to. Ab bol ke ye kaise ho sakta hai ke teri chachi tujhse choti panty pehenti hai?
Me: Kya?
I was surprised and somewhat irritated at such a lewd comment. Uncle went on explaining.
Uncle: Tu jab chali gayi to mai dekha ke ye panty to teri chachi jo pehenti hai us-se badi hai. Ye kaise ho sakta hai?
I argued innocently and was dragging in more humiliating situations for me.
Me: Chachu, ap ko kaise pata hoga chachi ki undergarments ke bareme? Ap to kharidte nehi ho unke liye.
Uncle: Sirf kharidne se hi pata chalta hai? Nita, tu bhi na.
Me: Chachu, ap hawa me baat karoge to mai maan loongi kya?
Uncle: Nita, mai teri chachi ko roz dekhta hoon early morning nahake toilet se nikal kar mere samne panty pehenti hai. Aur tu bol rahi hai mai hawa me baat fek raha hoon?
For the moment I was taken aback listening to such a comment about my own aunt. My aunt had a heavy figure at least compared to my mom. She had big boobs and big hips. I tried to imagine the scene as uncle told that she is coming out of the toilet after the bath and wearing her panty in front of uncle.
Me: Chachi kya nangi bahar aati hai toilet se? Ya fir aj jaise mai nikli uncle ke samne waise?
I murmured within myself. I was feeling a thirst continuing such conversation with my own uncle.
Uncle: Okay, tu yakin nehi kar rahi hai na. Mere saath aa idhar.
Uncle stood up and went up to their almirah. I followed him. He opened the almirah and after some scrambling and jumbling of their clothes, he took out a couple of panties of my aunt. I was feeling a hot wave was passing through my body as my uncle brought my aunt's panty in front of me. It was such a tiny one that I myself looked down in shame.
Uncle: Ab bol Nita, kya mai galat bol raha tha?
Now uncle readily opened my tied panty in his finger and was trying to show me how big my panty was compared to my aunt's.
Uncle: Tu 16 saal ki hai aur teri chachi 35 saal ki hai. Dono ki panty dekhke mujhe to ulta lag raha hai.
He burst out in laughter to his own words. I had to say something, but what I said put me in a messier situation.
Me: Ji chachu, mujhe to iski size dekhkei sharam aa rahi hai.
Uncle: Tu sharam ki baat kar rahi hai, lekin teri chachi to bolti hai ajkal ye sab fashion hai. Ye dekh. Ye sab magazines dekhke to wo ye sab kharid ti hai.
Uncle threw a couple of English colorful magazines before me. I saw the name of the mag is Cosmopolitan and when I turned the pages there were only pictures of tons of girls wearing only bra and panty. My head was like spinning seeing so many of them, among which some were also topless. I was really amazed to know that my aunt goes through this mag, where my mom does not even allow filmi magazines in our house for revealing pictures.
I was really feeling very ashamed now looking at those very revealing pics of girls before my uncle, but could not directly come out of the situation also. I was really wondering what to do, but my uncle dragged me into more humiliating situations and talks.
Uncle: To Nita mai to sabit kar diya ke ye panty to teri nehi ho sakti. Mujhe lagta hai ye zaroor teri mummy ki hogi.
While saying he pointed towards his wounded finger where my panty was wrapped around like a bandage. I was still fighting innocently trying to prove my point.
Me: Nehi, nehi ye mummy ke nehi hai. Mummy to
I stopped myself, as I almost told my mom's secret to my uncle. My mom does not wear a panty generally except during her periods, but how can I tell that to uncle? I quickly tried to cover that up.
Me: Chachu ek kam karte hai, chaliye mai apko apne almirah dikhati hoon, usme isi size ka aur bhi panty agar mil jaye aapko yakin ho jayega?
Uncle: Ye thik rahega. Chal.
I thanked god in my mind that I did not reveal my mom's secret, but little did I know that I would have to reveal much more in the next few minutes. We walked to our room, I mean my parents room because though Sunita didi and I slept and studied in a separate room, we had one common almirah. Chachu very rarely comes to this bedroom as most of the time while chatting we are in the dining hall. I went up to the almirah and opened it in front of him. It was full of female clothes only, my mom's, my elder sister's and mine of course. My mom had made each shelf in the almirah for one person - like the top one for her, the middle one for me and the lower one for Sunita didi. I quickly scrambled my shelf and got hold of two of my bra and panty and showed it to uncle.
Me: Ye dekhiye chachu, same size hai ki nahi?
My uncle took this new panty again in his hand and stretched it as if to see how much it will cover my buttocks. I was feeling so ashamed as he was doing this very openly. Then quickly he noticed a panty, which was poking his head from the lower shelf.
Uncle: Ye kiski hai? Bhabie ki?
Me: No chachu, ye to Sunita didi ki hai.
I replied innocently. Uncle picked that panty also from below and started comparing the two. Sunita didi s panty was also slightly short than mine. The prime reason being my mom did not want me to wear skimpy panties and hence usually brought those with a bigger base so that almost the whole of my bottoms are covered properly. But I have seen many a times Sunita didi wearing a panty, which exposed more of her round ass cheeks than covering. When I asked, Didi is panty to teri aadhi gaand bhi nehi dhak rahi hai, she replied Tu jab badi hogi tab samjhegi aisi panty pehenne ki maza.
Uncle: Nita, ye dekh. Ye panty bhi teri wali se choti hai.
Me: Chachu mai kya kar sakti hu agar mummy mere liye aise hi types kharid ti hai to.
Uncle: Arre to aise bol na. Isi liye mujhe samajh me nehi aa raha tha.
Thank god! He understood. Uncle was still inspecting intently Sunita didi's panty.
Uncle: Nita ek baat bata, tu boli ke bhabie tere liye kharid ti hai, to Sunita ke liye bhi kharid ti hai kya?
Me: Nehi chachu, didi apni inner khud kharid ti hai. Ek din to mummy aur didi mei is mudde pe ladai bhi hui. Mummy ko to is type ki undergarments bilkul na pasand hai.
Uncle: Dekh Nita, mai to bhabie ko itne saal dekh raha hoon. Wo badi conservative kism ki lady hai.
Now I could not resist myself from innocently revealing my mom's very personal secrets. I was such a fool at that age and my uncle was gulping the rasila info from me.
Me: Chachu ap nehi jante, wo sirf meri aur did ke bare mei conservative hai.
Uncle: Nehi nehi, ye mai nehi maan sakta. Bhabie jis style se sari pehenke bahar jati hai, ghar mei jis kism ke nighty pehenti hai
I interrupted uncle and was now innocently revealing my mom's very personal secrets, but I never realized that my uncle was only poking me to know more. I stood up on my toes and from the backside of the top shelf of the almirah brought out a nighty to show uncle.
Me: Ye dekhiye chachu, ye kya conservative hai?
It was a pink colored looked normal looking decent nighty, but the was appallingly short for any average height woman.
Uncle: Wow!
Me: Mummy ye kabhi kabar sone ke waqt pehenti hai.
Uncle: Ye to koi filmi dress se kam nehi!
Me: Haan chachu.
Uncle was now inspecting my mom's nighty very closely especially from the waist part downwards and stretching to see how much was its width.
Uncle: Iski jo length hai aur bhabie ki jo height hai, ye pehenne ke baad bhabie to adhi nangi rehegi. Tu to dekhi hai teri mummy ko ye pehene hua, mai kya galat bol raha hoon Nita?
I myself blushed listening to uncle's words and could only nod. I had seen mummy in that dress not for lot many days, but certainly on some Saturdays.
Me: Ji chachu.
Uncle: Lekin is dress ke sath to bhabie ki conservative panty nehi jamegi. Iske sath to teri chachi jaisi pehenti hai, wo wali panty chayihe.
He paused just for a moment and asked me a bumper question with a smiling face. .
Uncle: Kya re Nita, bhabie is dress ke niche panty pehenti hai ke nehi?
Me: Ap bade besharam ho. Kya sab puch rahe ho chachu.
But within my mind I distinctly remembered that mummy was not wearing anything below the dress on at least one occasion as when I saw her in that attire, she was lying on bed already and my dad was taking a bath and I could clearly see her pussy though she quickly covered herself with a blanket.
Uncle was looking very intently now as if visualizing my mother in that dress and I could now distinctly see a bulge in his lungi. It was looking like a small pole being erect out of the lungi. And as soon as I noticed that I started feeling uncomfortable, but soon had a height of uncomfortableness by my uncle's request.
Uncle: Nita tu thodi help karegi? Mai ek cheez dekhna chata hoon.
Me: Kya cheez?
I asked innocently. Uncle was looking at my eyes directly and in a very unusual manner. He was holding my mom's sexy dress in his hand.
Uncle: Nita mai teri chachi ke liye ek aisa nightdress kharidna chahta hoon.
Me: To kharidiye na kaun roka hai? Lekin ap kya cheez dekhne ki baat kar rahe ho?
Uncle: Dekh Nita, bhabie ko to mai dekh nehi sakta is dress mei. Lekin at least kisiko to dekh loo before I buy. Tu kiyu na ekbar pehen isko? At least mujhe idea ho jayega.
Me: Kya?
Uncle: Nita. Is me sochne wali to koi baat hai-I nahi. Teri mummy jab pehen sakti hai, to tu kiyu nahi? Aur aj to ghar mei koi hai nahi.
I would not say that I never felt wearing that dress, but did not get the opportunity to wear it, which was also true, but never ever did I thought to wear it in front of someone, especially a male, but now I could not refuse my uncle straight away also.
Me: Par chachu
Uncle's tone was changing from request to command.
Uncle: Nita abhi to tu mere samne sirf towel mei khadi thi, to ise pehen ne mei sharm kaisi?
Me: lekin chachu
Uncle: Bakwas bandh. Ye skirt aur top utar aur ye pehen le.
I had nothing to do but to obey my uncle's order. I took the dress from uncle's hand and went to the attached bathroom in my mom's room and closed the door. I was growing fast and was almost my mother's height by then, may be a couple of inches shorter. Yes, proportion wise I was not as plump as my mom, which is quite natural . Though I was wearing a shorter skirt today than what I wear normally, mom's dress would still be simply half the length of that. The heaviness that my mom has in her boobs and hips due to her age and marriage were missing in me of course, but still when I looked into this dress I felt that it would keep me highly exposed.
I took off my top above my head first and then dropped my skirt to the floor. I kept both of them in a hanger in the toilet. I was standing in my bra and panty only. I appreciated my somewhat lean figure on which my tight boobs stood proud clasped in my white bra. My panty was adequately covering my firm ass cheeks and my pussy. As I held the dress in front of me I could realize it won't cover anything more apart from my ass. I have never worn such a short dress till then. Even the skirt my mom had kept for sleeping went down at least to my mid thigh. Out of natural shyness probably my left hand went to my buttocks and with my fingers I tried to stretch the material of my panty over my ass cheeks so as to cover a bit more of my round fleshy buttocks, but it had already stretched to the fullest and did not extended a centimeter on my ass.
Uncle: Nita so gayi kya? Ek simple sa dress pehenne mei tu kitni time legi?
Me: Chachu zara sabar to kijiye.
I pulled in my mom's dress now over my head and got it down through my shoulder over my twin peaks and belly. The dress was fortunately covering my breasts quite appropriately, but due to the cutting at the top and shoulder laces, my white bra strap remained exposed over both shoulders. It was looking very vulgar to me, but I could not find any way to wrap them. The length of the dress was as expected just enough to cover my round bottoms. Seeing my condition, I had no doubt that when my mom wore this dress surely the bottom part of her hips would remain constantly exposed.
Moreover, the mid portion of the dress was rather flimsy, which I did not notice initially, but now became aware of. And my navel and belly remained exposed through the very thin material of the dress. How could mummy wear such a dress? How could she be so shameless at this age! I thought to myself and seeing me in the mirror I flushed and my ears were instantly red. Should I go like this in front of uncle? I was in a dilemma.
Knock! Knock!
Uncle: Nita come on!
I had no other alternative but to open the door and come out in front of my uncle in that revealing dress. Though hesitant I opened the door and out of shame was unable to come out of the bathroom. Without wasting a second uncle came inside the bathroom and saw me standing with my face down and legs joined together. The whole of my fair legs and thighs were completely bare in front of his eyes.
Uncle: Wow! Nita tu to bari sexy lag rahi hai is dress mei. Kisi heroine se kam nahi!
I was a bit taken aback hearing the word sexy from my uncle's mouth. He was an elderly person and I never heard such comments from him, but frankly I liked his praises. He came near me and touched me on my tummy as if in appreciation. His eyes were roaming all over my body I noticed. He held my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom into the open. I was standing now in my mom's bedroom literally half-clad in front of my uncle. I observed that now uncle was scratching his crotch area with his left hand, in fact stroking his genitalia under his lungi, which was making me very, very uncomfortable.
Uncle: Nita, ek kaam karte hai, mere room mei chalet hai.
Saying that he started walking out of the room and hence I also had little option, but to follow him. I was really getting very concerned if my panty was getting visible as I walked because the fluffy material of the dress went up each time with my steps on the floor. I could not check that myself and hence was all the more apprehensive and nervous. But soon I got to know the fact from my uncle itself.
As we entered the room, uncle switched on the lights in the room. I thought there was abundant light in the room itself, but did not know why he still switched on the tube light and a powerful bulb. I felt as if more exposed in the bright light of the room.
Me: Chachu, batti kiyu jalayi apne. Light to waise hi hai.
Uncle: Kiyu tujhe kya problem hai light se?
Me: Nehi chachu problem nehi hai, par ye dress itni choti hai ke
Uncle: Tujhe sharam aa rahi hai. Right?
I nodded to uncle not knowing what he was up to.
Uncle: Chal tu adhi nangi hai, to mai bhi wohi ho jata hoon. Tab cheez barabar hoga aur tujhe sharam nehi aayegi.
Me: Nehi chachu mera wo matlab nehi
I could not complete my words, but he simply dropped his lungi to the floor and stood in front of me in his shorts with the bulge now clearly evident to me. Giving me no chance to say anything or react, he opened his clothes from the upper part of his body and was fully naked, but for his chaddi. I could clearly see the position of his lund inside his brief, which was poking out vulgarly. I had never seen any male like this roaming in front of me till such time and could realize I was feeling a heat wave in my young body.
My uncle indicated me to stand below the glowing bulb. I could not argue and stepped forward, my eyes were still glued to his khada lund within his chaddi. My uncle was looking at my fair, well shaped uncovered legs and golden thighs, as I walked to the spot that he indicated. He came very close to me and looked at my whole body intently now.
Uncle: Nita, teri bra to dikh rahi hai!
Me: Ji chachu, shoulder pe koi cover nehi hai is liye straps dikh raha hai.
Uncle: Ye ek advantage hai teri chachi ko agar wo ye dress pehenti hai, kiyu ki uski baal lambe hai, to kandha usse dhak jayega.
Me: Ji chachu.
He came very close to me now and touched my bra strap on my shoulder. My shoulder was naked except for the laces of the dress and my bra straps. A shiver went down my body through my boobs as if into my pussy!
Uncle: Ye kya front open bra hai Nita?
He commented touching and feeling the material of my bra strap on my shoulder. Now as he was very close he could also see a hint of my cleavage also above my dress. I was feeling pretty much ashamed now answering to such question and simultaneously displaying my body to him like this, but my innocence was still speaking.
Me: Nehi chachu, ye back open hai. Front open itni risky hai, kiyu ki ek bar hook khul gaya to
Uncle: Hmm Lekin teri umar ki bahut sari ladki front open bra pehenti hai kiyu ki back open bra ki hook kholna aur lagana easy nehi hai.
Me: Ha, wo to hai, mai hi to kinti baar Sunita didi ko bolti hoon hook dal dene ke liye.
Uncle: Shukar kar aj kisiko bulana nahi pada, nehi to mujhe teri bra ka hook dalna padta.
I flushed and giggled at my uncle's words. He was toying with my innocence practically, which I did not realize for a moment!
Uncle: Nita mai yaha kursi pe baithta hoon. Tu ekbar mere samne se darwaza tak ja aur wapas aa.
Me: Par kiyu chachu?
Uncle: Tu jab aa rahi thi yaha, mujhe laga ke dress ke niche se teri panty dikh rahi hai tu jab walk kar rahi hai. Aisa to hona nehi chahiye.
I was dumbstruck hearing this. My heart was pounding now and I could not look up even in utter shame. I did as my uncle ordered. Before walking though I stretched the dress down my waist, but unfortunately it was not coming down a centimeter.
Uncle: Nita teri panty to dikh rahi hai clearly dress ke niche se. Tu koi white color ki panty peheni hai na?
I was feeling so very humiliated and embarrassed by this remark. I did not know what to do, but to tolerate it. I gently nodded my head to affirm him yes I am wearing a white panty now.
Uncle: Okay, ek bar mere paas aa, mai zara dekhoo ise kuch kiya ja sakta hai ke nahi.
I had nothing to say again and could not object also to this apparent noble suggestion. As I came forward towards the chair where he was sitting, he knelt down in front of me and his eye level was directly in line of my milky naked thighs. Now with both hands he held the hem of my dress and tried to pull it slightly downwards. It did not come down.
Uncle: Nita, ye dress to aur niche nehi aayegi. Lekin ek kaam ho sakta hai shayad.
I turned back and looked puzzled at my uncle. He stood up and what he did almost stopped my heartbeat.
Uncle: Ye jo lace tu kandhe pe bandhi hai na, usko thoda loose karna padega, tab ye dress thoda niche aayega.
Me: Par chachu, udhar loose karne se to neckline deep ho jayega.
Uncle: Dekh Nita, ye to teri mummy ki choice hai. Daat deni hogi bhabie ko. Ya to panty expose karo ya fir bra.
I was at sea now what to do and hopelessly left it to my uncle.
Me: Chachu mujhe kuch samajh mei nehi aa rahi hai mummy ye kaisi dress kharidi hai.
Uncle: Tu sirf khada reh chupchap, mai dekhta hoon.
My uncle now readily loosened the lace knots on my shoulder and lowered it. Before lowering the dress, he peeped into my bra-covered tight breasts, which were moving up and down as I breathed. He lowered my dress below all decency level and almost half of my bra was visible along with my open cleavage. He was about to tie the lace now when I objected meekly.
Me: Chachu, please aise nehi. Meri aadhi doodh dikh rahi hai.
Uncle: Kaha dikh rahi hai! Mai to sirf bra dekh paa raha hoon.
Me: Aap aj bade besharam ho gaye ho chachu.
My uncle had finished tying the lace of the dress on my shoulder and now the length of the dress not only covered my booty, but also went down a few centimeters.
Uncle: Ab jake teri panty safe huyi. Ekbar ghoom ja.
I turned my back to my uncle, rather my wide booty was splashing on his face as he was again kneeling down. I realized uncle simply lifted my dress to see my panty. I could not turn back in utter shame and shock as to what he was doing.
Me: Ouch! Chachu kya kar rahe ho?
I felt his fingers on my panty-covered ass now. He was giving me gentle squeezes there. He was also tracing my panty line with one hand and lifting the dress with the other. I was feeling very awkward at this groping and was flushed enormously and frankly was feeling a flow within my pussy also. Uncle now took his finger even to my pussy over my panty and rubbed me there. I just could not stand that anymore and out of shame jerked away from my uncle.
Uncle: Kya hua Nita?
I could not speak; I was standing half naked in front of my uncle, who was also only wearing a brief. My both boobs clasped in the bra were visible very distinctly. My uncle stood up and came near me.
Me: Chachu ye ap thik nahi kar rahe ho.
I brought in some courage to tell this to my uncle.
Uncle: Kya thik nehi kiya mai? What do you mean?
My uncle sounded very strong suddenly.
Uncle: Kya bolna chahti hai tu?
I was a bit scared at this abrupt change in him.
Me: Chachu meri wo matlab nehi thi.
Uncle turned me to face him and was almost demanding an answer. I could not say anything out of fear.
Uncle: Nita mujhe janna hai kya thik nehi kiya mai?
He was almost howling. I got very scared.
Uncle: Tu mere god mei khel kud ke badi huyi hai, tujhe himmat kaise hui ye bolne ki?
I was so very scared by this sudden change in him that I surrendered to him. I hugged him with tears in my eyes.
Me: Chachu mujhe maaf kar dijiye. I did not mean anything.
I did never realize that he would take such advantage of the situation.
Uncle: Kya maaf. Abhi tu boli hai ke mai ye thik nahi kar raha hoon. Tu bol mujhe kya galat kiya hai maine. Nehi to bhabie ko aane de, mai unse baat karta hoon.
He paused a little.
Uncle: Bhabie ko ekbar agar pata lage ke unki ye private dress mai dekh chukka hoon tere zariye, tu soch le kya halat hogi teri.
I was too much frightened listening to my mom's name in this issue. My childish fear led me to the greatest humiliation of my life. He pulled me from his body and held my bare shoulders and looked very sternly into my eyes. My voice was already trembling hearing my mummy's name and if he comes to know that I showed in this issue.
Me: Chachu please mummy ko mat boliye kuch.
Uncle: Kiyu? Mujhe to bolna hai bhabie ko ke unki choti ladki ab itni badi ho gayi hai ke apne chacha par ungli utha rahi hai.
Me: Chachu please. Mai bol to rahi hoon ap jo bologe wohi karunga mai. Sirf mummy ko mat boliyega.
Uncle: Dekh Nita, ek bar teri chachi bhi ek galat ilzaam laga rahi thi mere upar aur anth mei surrender ki yehi bolke ap jo bologe wohi karungi;.
Uncle paused for a split second.
Uncle: Wo meri biwi hai zaroor, lekin mujh par galat ilzaam lagane ka sabak sikh gayi thi us din. Pooch kya karni padi tha teri chachi ko?
Me: Kya karni padi thi chachi ko?
Uncle: Bandh kamre mei kisi ek gaane ke dhoon par nachni padi thi us-e - nangi.
I exclaimed though was not at all necessary.
Me: N-a-a-n-g-i!
I tried to imagine my aunt dancing naked, she had such a plump figure, must be awful to watch. At the same time was scared what my uncle would ask me to do. I tried to plead him.
Me: Uncle mujhpe rehem karo please.
Uncle: Chal kiya.
I was as if not believing my ears. I looked in amazement to my uncle.
Me: Sach chachu?
Uncle: Ha sach. Tujhe mai nehi bolunga ke tu mere samne nangi hokar nach.
I was thunder struck. I kept quiet and waited for what he wanted.
Uncle: Tujhe kuch khas nehi karni Nita. Sirf mere samne ye dress utar de aur ab to lunch ka time ho gaya hai, mujhe khana paros de. Teri chutti.
The next few moments I was still not believing that my uncle was asking me to strip my dress in front of him. After I got back my composure, I pleaded uncle, but to zero effect. I was almost sobbing now thinking of my embarrassment. When I realized I could not convince him to change his mind, I went up to the center of the room and prepared myself mentally to strip.
I unfastened the lace knots on my shoulder and I had nothing more to do, the dress dropped to my legs and I was standing in my bra and panty only. The fair ups and downs of my young curves glowed in the illumination of the bulb in the room. My uncle was looking at me lewdly. I thought I should bury my face somewhere out of sheer shame.
Uncle: Chal ab khana paros de
Me: Chachu ap ek minute ruko, mai room se jaldi se ek nighty pehen leti hoon aur apka khana paros ti hoon.
Uncle: Uhu Nita mai kya bola tha? Mai bola tha mere samne ye dress utar de aur, mujhe khana paros de matlab ye bra aur panty pehenke tu kitchen mei jayegi aur mere liye khana parosegi.
I was looking like a dumb fool at my uncle's face.
Uncle: Nita, khali peeli time waste mat kar. Aaage aage chal, mujhe teri gaand sirf panty mei kaisi lagti hai dekhna hai.
I had no other option, but to follow his command. I walked in front of my uncle clad only in my bra and panty and he followed me. He was making lecherous comments and I was feeling so very embarrassed that I was sobbing. I went to the kitchen in that condition and arranged for food. I remained in that state while I worked in the kitchen and my uncle watched me from the kitchen door. Each time I was bending for any work in the kitchen, my both boobs were almost out of my bra cups and uncle was making very vulgar comments.
At the dining table also, as he ate his food, I stood there in that half naked state. Honestly I thought it was better to be completely naked, but to be in undergarments in front of a male. At last my humiliation stopped with my uncle finishing lunch.
Uncle: Ja Nita, ab room mei jake skirt-blouse pehen le. Dil khatta mat kar. Aur yaad rakh ek baat, aj jo bhi hua iski zikar agar tu kisise karti hai, to teri khair nehi.
I went to my room and closing the room broke out in tears. I felt okay after sometime and went up and wore a dress to cover myself up.
!!Flashback ends!!
Me: Uday, that's the story. I felt so very embarrassed when I first realized what actually happened that day, I cried the whole day feeling about my embarrassment.
Uday: True Madam. How our own relatives exploit us and we cannot do anything about it. My feeling coincides with yours.
We had some more talks on this topic and after sometime reached the bank and from there went back to the temple again. The cart was already there and with a half satisfied, regarding my ass fucking by Uday, and half depressed, regarding my teenage exploitation, I returned to the ashram.
I still remember that day quite vividly. It was a Saturday. It was an unusual Saturday. I will tell why I am saying that. We were a joint family; my father and his brother lived together. My grandmother was also alive. Thus at any point of time someone or the other was always available in the house. But that day the situation was very unusual as a close relative from my mother's side died and my parents went there along with my aunt and elder sister. Even my grandmother went with them as she was close to her. I was alone in the house and since my uncle had night duty, all were away by the time he came back. Hence I was in the house with my uncle only.
My uncle used to come back from his night duty at around 08:00 am and taking breakfast he used to go to sleep till noon. The only servant we had in the house was a maidservant who came regularly at 06:30 in the morning and prepared food, washed clothes and went away by noon. Since I did not have school on weekends and my uncle sleeping I was wondering what to do. Then I thought of opening my elder sister Sunita's bookshelf and scan through the story books which in general she keeps away from me. My elder sister never allowed me to read those quoting that they are adult magazines and naturally I had more inclination towards them. Today I got the chance. I was brought up in a very conservative environment , I was still pretty much innocent.
I just peeped in my uncle's room to see whether he was asleep or not. I saw he was sleeping tight in a supine position, but his lungi was up almost to his waist exposing his hairy legs before my eyes and even I could peep into his blue shorts. I also noticed a bulge in my uncle's shorts and quickly went off from that place not understanding what it was. I closed the door and opened didi's bookshelf with the keys and took out those books. Sunita didi is in college now studying post graduation. I saw they were Hindi magazines, but not film magazines. There were lots of stories, which had pretty strange names. I scanned through some of them, viz. Naukrani Bani Biwi, Rukmini Pahuchee Meena Bazaar, Doctor Ya Shaitan, Bhabie Meri Jaan etc. etc.
There were also pictures accompanying each story and most of them depicted a male and a female and some had only females in scanty dresses. My ears were getting hot seeing those pics and something was happening in me I could realize. In one story, there was a set of pictures, very bright and clear, where a man was kissing the girl on her lips in the first photo, next he was holding her breasts with both hands, the girl was only wearing a brassiere, her legs could not be seen. Next the man was kneeling before her and embracing her naked legs and here I realized the girl was wearing a panty only. In the last one, the man was sucking her nipples and she was not even wearing the brassiere in this pic. I quickly closed the book and was breathing heavily.
Nita, Nita!
I heard my uncle calling me. Though my name is Anita, he calls me lovingly Nita.
Me: Chachu, aa rahi hoon. One minute.
I quickly put the books in the shelf, locked it and went out to see what uncle wanted. When I went into uncle's room, I was still breathing heavily and was not out of the effect of those adult magazines. I tried to remain normal, but uncle somehow caught me.
Uncle: Nita, do kadam aane me tu haaf rahi hai? Kya baat hai?
Me: Nothing chachu. Aise hi.
Uncle was looking at my breasts, which were rhythmically moving up and down within my top and bra. I tried to divert the topic.
Me: Chachu aap mujhe bula rahe the? Koi kaam hai kya?
Fortunately my uncle did not drag that inquiry, but still looking at my twin peaks intently, he asked me to bring the knife from my mother's room, as he wanted to cut some fruits. I readily went for that and the first thing I did coming to mummy's room was to check myself in the mirror. I was panting a bit no doubt, which was actually making my top stretch a bit on my tits, but otherwise looked okay. I had normal sized boobs, very erect and tight, along with a thin figure and somewhat fleshy hips for a girl of class X. I used to wear tops and skirts at home and that day also was no different.
As I was growing fast at that age and most of my skirts were getting shorter for my height, my mom used to select skirts for me to wear at home, and I invariably found that she chose the shorter ones for home and the longer ones for outside. She hardly discarded any skirt and today also I was wearing one of them from my mom's collection. I noticed my mom did not mind much if I wore short skirts at home, but while I went outside she was very particular about my skirt covering below my knees. Even she kept aside one skirt for my sleeping purpose, that too when I slept with my didi, which was horribly short now.
For the last one year, I always wear a brassiere at home, as my mom insisted that, saying
teri doodh ab bari ho gayi hai Anita. Hamesha bra pehna kar.
Today also was no different. I took the knife now for uncle and went back to his room. As I entered I saw uncle was changing his dress. On other days, if my aunt was present, uncle would certainly use a towel or turn back to the wall, but today to my utter disbelief, he was changing it openly. It seemed to me as if he was waiting for me and as soon as I entered his room, he started to pull down his lungi. His vest was already off and now he was standing naked except for his shorts. I dropped my eyes from directly looking at him and placed the knife on the table and was about to leave the room.
Uncle: Nita, almirah se mera ek lungi dena.
Me: Ji chachu.
I opened the shelf and picked up a lungi for him and when I turned I saw uncle had come forward and was standing within a couple of feet from me. He was looking so odd standing only in his blue shorts and the bulge was so very distinct within his shorts. I was feeling very uncomfortable and my eyes were inadvertently going time and again to his shorts. I quickly left the room handing him the lungi. I went back to my room and was wondering why my uncle behaved that way!
I put on the headphone and listened to some music to clear out the uncomfortableness that I was having due to reading those magazines and seeing uncle's bulge in his shorts. Then after around half an hour I went for my bath. Since our house was an old fashioned one, we did not have attached baths, but used a common bathroom. I took my spare clothes, a fresh set of undergarments and the towel and went inside the toilet for taking a shower. I was almost done with my shower when I heard uncle shouting to open the toilet door!
Uncle: Nita, Nita, ek bar darwaza khol jaldi, I have cut my finger.
Thump! Thump! Uncle was hitting the door and I was a bit puzzled. Though I had completed my shower, I was completely nude then and water was all over my body.
Me: Chachu mai to naha rahi hoon.
Uncle: Nita its bleeding heavily, jaldi darwaza khol.
Since my uncle was insisting me to open the bathroom door, I quickly started rubbing my wet body with the towel and at the same time requested uncle to wait for a while.
Me: Chachu ek minute please. Kapde to pehen-ne do.
Uncle almost ordered me now in a very stern voice.
Uncle: Itna khoon beh raha hai idhar, us-e kapde ki padi hai. Tu nangi hi nikal aa.
I was shocked listening to him, but thought probably it was bleeding very profusely such that he wanted me to get out of the bathroom urgently. I tried to rub my naked body dry very quickly, but uncle was getting very impatient.
Uncle: Nita, kya hua? Nangi ane me sharm aati hai to towel lappet le, lekin bhagwan ke liye jaldi nikal.
Me: Ji chachu.
I quickly wrapped the towel around my body, but at the same time felt it was very inadequate and was exposing a lot of my young tender body. There was no more time to think about my physical show off, as my uncle was striking the door again and I had to open it. Uncle almost rushed inside the toilet and held his bleeding finger under the running tap. I was really surprised to see that the cut was not that severe, at least the way he behaved and made me get out of the toilet forcefully.
Uncle: Kitna bleeding ho raha hai dekh Nita.
Me: Yes chachu.
I was more concerned about my compromised condition in terms of clothing than his bleeding. The towel was good enough to cover my both jiggling boobs, but all of my fair legs and thighs were totally exposed. I felt like wearing that short skirt, which my mom had kept for sleeping, which only covers my round bottom area. Though I had tied a knot with the towel around my body, I was not at all comfortable as my movements might just open it and the towel might slid off my naked body. As uncle was washing his finger, he was watching me also time and again.
Uncle: Tu to ab sachmuch badi ho gayi hai Nita.
I giggled a little at his comment and replied innocently to him.
Me: Aj malum pada aapko?
Uncle: Nehi Nita wo baat nahi hai. Actually towel mei to tujhe aj pehli baar dekh raha hoon na, is liye.
I giggled and blushed and did not even know what to reply.
Uncle: Aj tak towel mei to mai sirf teri chachi ko hi dekha hoon.
We both laughed at this. Then what happened in the next one minute was the weirdest thing and I least expected that.
Uncle: Good, ab bleeding lagbhag stop ho gaya hai. Let me wrap it with something.
Saying that he looked around. My dress I was wearing before my bath, I kept that set in a bucket for washing and my fresh set was hung on the door hook. A blue skirt and a white top was hanging there and I had kept my bra and panty on top of the tap, as I would wear that first thing after my bath. I almost got a kick in the teeth when I saw my uncle chose my panty, which was kept over the tap, to wrap his finger!
Uncle: Filhal isi se kaam chala leta hoon. Baad mei bandage kar lunga.
Me: Chachu par wo to meri
I had to make an objection, as uncle was about to pick up my pink colored panty.
Uncle: wo to meri kya? Tu bhi naa. Ja, room me ja aur dusri panty pehen le.
Saying that he picked up my panty and stretched it to see its dimensions. My ears turned red now, as he was seeing my panty intently close to his face. I decided not to stop there and went ahead for my room.
Me: Chachu mai room mei jake kapde pehen leti hoon. Fir ake apka bandage karti hoon.
Uncle: Okay ja, jaldi ana.
I was so relieved to be in my room and quickly closed the door behind me. I was breathing heavily now standing so long clad in a towel only. I opened the cupboard and took a fresh set of white undergarments and wore it. I picked up a blue top and a matching light blue skirt. But as I saw in the mirror to wear a matching skirt, I was exposing my legs beyond the limits of modesty, as this skirt was again quite old and was literally short. It must have somehow evaded my mom's eyes I thought. I hesitated for a second to wear it, but finally decided for it as there was no one in the house except uncle. My light blue skirt just looked like a bigger miniskirt, as it was exposing half of my fair thighs. I went back to uncle's room to get him the bandage.
Uncle was sitting on bed in his room and as soon as I entered inside the room he asked me a very strange question.
Uncle: Nita, tu mujhse jhoot kiyu boli?
I walked to the side of the bed where he was sitting. I noticed he had wrapped his finger with my pink panty. I was feeling so ashamed seeing my panty wrapped on my uncle's finger.
Me: Jhoot? Kaun sa jhoot chachu?
Uncle: Tu boli ke ye teri panty hai.
Me: Ya chachu, ye to meri hai.
Uncle: Ek baat bata Nita. Tu teri chachi se choti hai ya badi?
I was not getting at all what uncle was trying to mean and so innocently continued the conversation.
Me: Choti hoon. Chachu, ye koi poochne wali baat hai?
Uncle: Wohi to. Ab bol ke ye kaise ho sakta hai ke teri chachi tujhse choti panty pehenti hai?
Me: Kya?
I was surprised and somewhat irritated at such a lewd comment. Uncle went on explaining.
Uncle: Tu jab chali gayi to mai dekha ke ye panty to teri chachi jo pehenti hai us-se badi hai. Ye kaise ho sakta hai?
I argued innocently and was dragging in more humiliating situations for me.
Me: Chachu, ap ko kaise pata hoga chachi ki undergarments ke bareme? Ap to kharidte nehi ho unke liye.
Uncle: Sirf kharidne se hi pata chalta hai? Nita, tu bhi na.
Me: Chachu, ap hawa me baat karoge to mai maan loongi kya?
Uncle: Nita, mai teri chachi ko roz dekhta hoon early morning nahake toilet se nikal kar mere samne panty pehenti hai. Aur tu bol rahi hai mai hawa me baat fek raha hoon?
For the moment I was taken aback listening to such a comment about my own aunt. My aunt had a heavy figure at least compared to my mom. She had big boobs and big hips. I tried to imagine the scene as uncle told that she is coming out of the toilet after the bath and wearing her panty in front of uncle.
Me: Chachi kya nangi bahar aati hai toilet se? Ya fir aj jaise mai nikli uncle ke samne waise?
I murmured within myself. I was feeling a thirst continuing such conversation with my own uncle.
Uncle: Okay, tu yakin nehi kar rahi hai na. Mere saath aa idhar.
Uncle stood up and went up to their almirah. I followed him. He opened the almirah and after some scrambling and jumbling of their clothes, he took out a couple of panties of my aunt. I was feeling a hot wave was passing through my body as my uncle brought my aunt's panty in front of me. It was such a tiny one that I myself looked down in shame.
Uncle: Ab bol Nita, kya mai galat bol raha tha?
Now uncle readily opened my tied panty in his finger and was trying to show me how big my panty was compared to my aunt's.
Uncle: Tu 16 saal ki hai aur teri chachi 35 saal ki hai. Dono ki panty dekhke mujhe to ulta lag raha hai.
He burst out in laughter to his own words. I had to say something, but what I said put me in a messier situation.
Me: Ji chachu, mujhe to iski size dekhkei sharam aa rahi hai.
Uncle: Tu sharam ki baat kar rahi hai, lekin teri chachi to bolti hai ajkal ye sab fashion hai. Ye dekh. Ye sab magazines dekhke to wo ye sab kharid ti hai.
Uncle threw a couple of English colorful magazines before me. I saw the name of the mag is Cosmopolitan and when I turned the pages there were only pictures of tons of girls wearing only bra and panty. My head was like spinning seeing so many of them, among which some were also topless. I was really amazed to know that my aunt goes through this mag, where my mom does not even allow filmi magazines in our house for revealing pictures.
I was really feeling very ashamed now looking at those very revealing pics of girls before my uncle, but could not directly come out of the situation also. I was really wondering what to do, but my uncle dragged me into more humiliating situations and talks.
Uncle: To Nita mai to sabit kar diya ke ye panty to teri nehi ho sakti. Mujhe lagta hai ye zaroor teri mummy ki hogi.
While saying he pointed towards his wounded finger where my panty was wrapped around like a bandage. I was still fighting innocently trying to prove my point.
Me: Nehi, nehi ye mummy ke nehi hai. Mummy to
I stopped myself, as I almost told my mom's secret to my uncle. My mom does not wear a panty generally except during her periods, but how can I tell that to uncle? I quickly tried to cover that up.
Me: Chachu ek kam karte hai, chaliye mai apko apne almirah dikhati hoon, usme isi size ka aur bhi panty agar mil jaye aapko yakin ho jayega?
Uncle: Ye thik rahega. Chal.
I thanked god in my mind that I did not reveal my mom's secret, but little did I know that I would have to reveal much more in the next few minutes. We walked to our room, I mean my parents room because though Sunita didi and I slept and studied in a separate room, we had one common almirah. Chachu very rarely comes to this bedroom as most of the time while chatting we are in the dining hall. I went up to the almirah and opened it in front of him. It was full of female clothes only, my mom's, my elder sister's and mine of course. My mom had made each shelf in the almirah for one person - like the top one for her, the middle one for me and the lower one for Sunita didi. I quickly scrambled my shelf and got hold of two of my bra and panty and showed it to uncle.
Me: Ye dekhiye chachu, same size hai ki nahi?
My uncle took this new panty again in his hand and stretched it as if to see how much it will cover my buttocks. I was feeling so ashamed as he was doing this very openly. Then quickly he noticed a panty, which was poking his head from the lower shelf.
Uncle: Ye kiski hai? Bhabie ki?
Me: No chachu, ye to Sunita didi ki hai.
I replied innocently. Uncle picked that panty also from below and started comparing the two. Sunita didi s panty was also slightly short than mine. The prime reason being my mom did not want me to wear skimpy panties and hence usually brought those with a bigger base so that almost the whole of my bottoms are covered properly. But I have seen many a times Sunita didi wearing a panty, which exposed more of her round ass cheeks than covering. When I asked, Didi is panty to teri aadhi gaand bhi nehi dhak rahi hai, she replied Tu jab badi hogi tab samjhegi aisi panty pehenne ki maza.
Uncle: Nita, ye dekh. Ye panty bhi teri wali se choti hai.
Me: Chachu mai kya kar sakti hu agar mummy mere liye aise hi types kharid ti hai to.
Uncle: Arre to aise bol na. Isi liye mujhe samajh me nehi aa raha tha.
Thank god! He understood. Uncle was still inspecting intently Sunita didi's panty.
Uncle: Nita ek baat bata, tu boli ke bhabie tere liye kharid ti hai, to Sunita ke liye bhi kharid ti hai kya?
Me: Nehi chachu, didi apni inner khud kharid ti hai. Ek din to mummy aur didi mei is mudde pe ladai bhi hui. Mummy ko to is type ki undergarments bilkul na pasand hai.
Uncle: Dekh Nita, mai to bhabie ko itne saal dekh raha hoon. Wo badi conservative kism ki lady hai.
Now I could not resist myself from innocently revealing my mom's very personal secrets. I was such a fool at that age and my uncle was gulping the rasila info from me.
Me: Chachu ap nehi jante, wo sirf meri aur did ke bare mei conservative hai.
Uncle: Nehi nehi, ye mai nehi maan sakta. Bhabie jis style se sari pehenke bahar jati hai, ghar mei jis kism ke nighty pehenti hai
I interrupted uncle and was now innocently revealing my mom's very personal secrets, but I never realized that my uncle was only poking me to know more. I stood up on my toes and from the backside of the top shelf of the almirah brought out a nighty to show uncle.
Me: Ye dekhiye chachu, ye kya conservative hai?
It was a pink colored looked normal looking decent nighty, but the was appallingly short for any average height woman.
Uncle: Wow!
Me: Mummy ye kabhi kabar sone ke waqt pehenti hai.
Uncle: Ye to koi filmi dress se kam nehi!
Me: Haan chachu.
Uncle was now inspecting my mom's nighty very closely especially from the waist part downwards and stretching to see how much was its width.
Uncle: Iski jo length hai aur bhabie ki jo height hai, ye pehenne ke baad bhabie to adhi nangi rehegi. Tu to dekhi hai teri mummy ko ye pehene hua, mai kya galat bol raha hoon Nita?
I myself blushed listening to uncle's words and could only nod. I had seen mummy in that dress not for lot many days, but certainly on some Saturdays.
Me: Ji chachu.
Uncle: Lekin is dress ke sath to bhabie ki conservative panty nehi jamegi. Iske sath to teri chachi jaisi pehenti hai, wo wali panty chayihe.
He paused just for a moment and asked me a bumper question with a smiling face. .
Uncle: Kya re Nita, bhabie is dress ke niche panty pehenti hai ke nehi?
Me: Ap bade besharam ho. Kya sab puch rahe ho chachu.
But within my mind I distinctly remembered that mummy was not wearing anything below the dress on at least one occasion as when I saw her in that attire, she was lying on bed already and my dad was taking a bath and I could clearly see her pussy though she quickly covered herself with a blanket.
Uncle was looking very intently now as if visualizing my mother in that dress and I could now distinctly see a bulge in his lungi. It was looking like a small pole being erect out of the lungi. And as soon as I noticed that I started feeling uncomfortable, but soon had a height of uncomfortableness by my uncle's request.
Uncle: Nita tu thodi help karegi? Mai ek cheez dekhna chata hoon.
Me: Kya cheez?
I asked innocently. Uncle was looking at my eyes directly and in a very unusual manner. He was holding my mom's sexy dress in his hand.
Uncle: Nita mai teri chachi ke liye ek aisa nightdress kharidna chahta hoon.
Me: To kharidiye na kaun roka hai? Lekin ap kya cheez dekhne ki baat kar rahe ho?
Uncle: Dekh Nita, bhabie ko to mai dekh nehi sakta is dress mei. Lekin at least kisiko to dekh loo before I buy. Tu kiyu na ekbar pehen isko? At least mujhe idea ho jayega.
Me: Kya?
Uncle: Nita. Is me sochne wali to koi baat hai-I nahi. Teri mummy jab pehen sakti hai, to tu kiyu nahi? Aur aj to ghar mei koi hai nahi.
I would not say that I never felt wearing that dress, but did not get the opportunity to wear it, which was also true, but never ever did I thought to wear it in front of someone, especially a male, but now I could not refuse my uncle straight away also.
Me: Par chachu
Uncle's tone was changing from request to command.
Uncle: Nita abhi to tu mere samne sirf towel mei khadi thi, to ise pehen ne mei sharm kaisi?
Me: lekin chachu
Uncle: Bakwas bandh. Ye skirt aur top utar aur ye pehen le.
I had nothing to do but to obey my uncle's order. I took the dress from uncle's hand and went to the attached bathroom in my mom's room and closed the door. I was growing fast and was almost my mother's height by then, may be a couple of inches shorter. Yes, proportion wise I was not as plump as my mom, which is quite natural . Though I was wearing a shorter skirt today than what I wear normally, mom's dress would still be simply half the length of that. The heaviness that my mom has in her boobs and hips due to her age and marriage were missing in me of course, but still when I looked into this dress I felt that it would keep me highly exposed.
I took off my top above my head first and then dropped my skirt to the floor. I kept both of them in a hanger in the toilet. I was standing in my bra and panty only. I appreciated my somewhat lean figure on which my tight boobs stood proud clasped in my white bra. My panty was adequately covering my firm ass cheeks and my pussy. As I held the dress in front of me I could realize it won't cover anything more apart from my ass. I have never worn such a short dress till then. Even the skirt my mom had kept for sleeping went down at least to my mid thigh. Out of natural shyness probably my left hand went to my buttocks and with my fingers I tried to stretch the material of my panty over my ass cheeks so as to cover a bit more of my round fleshy buttocks, but it had already stretched to the fullest and did not extended a centimeter on my ass.
Uncle: Nita so gayi kya? Ek simple sa dress pehenne mei tu kitni time legi?
Me: Chachu zara sabar to kijiye.
I pulled in my mom's dress now over my head and got it down through my shoulder over my twin peaks and belly. The dress was fortunately covering my breasts quite appropriately, but due to the cutting at the top and shoulder laces, my white bra strap remained exposed over both shoulders. It was looking very vulgar to me, but I could not find any way to wrap them. The length of the dress was as expected just enough to cover my round bottoms. Seeing my condition, I had no doubt that when my mom wore this dress surely the bottom part of her hips would remain constantly exposed.
Moreover, the mid portion of the dress was rather flimsy, which I did not notice initially, but now became aware of. And my navel and belly remained exposed through the very thin material of the dress. How could mummy wear such a dress? How could she be so shameless at this age! I thought to myself and seeing me in the mirror I flushed and my ears were instantly red. Should I go like this in front of uncle? I was in a dilemma.
Knock! Knock!
Uncle: Nita come on!
I had no other alternative but to open the door and come out in front of my uncle in that revealing dress. Though hesitant I opened the door and out of shame was unable to come out of the bathroom. Without wasting a second uncle came inside the bathroom and saw me standing with my face down and legs joined together. The whole of my fair legs and thighs were completely bare in front of his eyes.
Uncle: Wow! Nita tu to bari sexy lag rahi hai is dress mei. Kisi heroine se kam nahi!
I was a bit taken aback hearing the word sexy from my uncle's mouth. He was an elderly person and I never heard such comments from him, but frankly I liked his praises. He came near me and touched me on my tummy as if in appreciation. His eyes were roaming all over my body I noticed. He held my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom into the open. I was standing now in my mom's bedroom literally half-clad in front of my uncle. I observed that now uncle was scratching his crotch area with his left hand, in fact stroking his genitalia under his lungi, which was making me very, very uncomfortable.
Uncle: Nita, ek kaam karte hai, mere room mei chalet hai.
Saying that he started walking out of the room and hence I also had little option, but to follow him. I was really getting very concerned if my panty was getting visible as I walked because the fluffy material of the dress went up each time with my steps on the floor. I could not check that myself and hence was all the more apprehensive and nervous. But soon I got to know the fact from my uncle itself.
As we entered the room, uncle switched on the lights in the room. I thought there was abundant light in the room itself, but did not know why he still switched on the tube light and a powerful bulb. I felt as if more exposed in the bright light of the room.
Me: Chachu, batti kiyu jalayi apne. Light to waise hi hai.
Uncle: Kiyu tujhe kya problem hai light se?
Me: Nehi chachu problem nehi hai, par ye dress itni choti hai ke
Uncle: Tujhe sharam aa rahi hai. Right?
I nodded to uncle not knowing what he was up to.
Uncle: Chal tu adhi nangi hai, to mai bhi wohi ho jata hoon. Tab cheez barabar hoga aur tujhe sharam nehi aayegi.
Me: Nehi chachu mera wo matlab nehi
I could not complete my words, but he simply dropped his lungi to the floor and stood in front of me in his shorts with the bulge now clearly evident to me. Giving me no chance to say anything or react, he opened his clothes from the upper part of his body and was fully naked, but for his chaddi. I could clearly see the position of his lund inside his brief, which was poking out vulgarly. I had never seen any male like this roaming in front of me till such time and could realize I was feeling a heat wave in my young body.
My uncle indicated me to stand below the glowing bulb. I could not argue and stepped forward, my eyes were still glued to his khada lund within his chaddi. My uncle was looking at my fair, well shaped uncovered legs and golden thighs, as I walked to the spot that he indicated. He came very close to me and looked at my whole body intently now.
Uncle: Nita, teri bra to dikh rahi hai!
Me: Ji chachu, shoulder pe koi cover nehi hai is liye straps dikh raha hai.
Uncle: Ye ek advantage hai teri chachi ko agar wo ye dress pehenti hai, kiyu ki uski baal lambe hai, to kandha usse dhak jayega.
Me: Ji chachu.
He came very close to me now and touched my bra strap on my shoulder. My shoulder was naked except for the laces of the dress and my bra straps. A shiver went down my body through my boobs as if into my pussy!
Uncle: Ye kya front open bra hai Nita?
He commented touching and feeling the material of my bra strap on my shoulder. Now as he was very close he could also see a hint of my cleavage also above my dress. I was feeling pretty much ashamed now answering to such question and simultaneously displaying my body to him like this, but my innocence was still speaking.
Me: Nehi chachu, ye back open hai. Front open itni risky hai, kiyu ki ek bar hook khul gaya to
Uncle: Hmm Lekin teri umar ki bahut sari ladki front open bra pehenti hai kiyu ki back open bra ki hook kholna aur lagana easy nehi hai.
Me: Ha, wo to hai, mai hi to kinti baar Sunita didi ko bolti hoon hook dal dene ke liye.
Uncle: Shukar kar aj kisiko bulana nahi pada, nehi to mujhe teri bra ka hook dalna padta.
I flushed and giggled at my uncle's words. He was toying with my innocence practically, which I did not realize for a moment!
Uncle: Nita mai yaha kursi pe baithta hoon. Tu ekbar mere samne se darwaza tak ja aur wapas aa.
Me: Par kiyu chachu?
Uncle: Tu jab aa rahi thi yaha, mujhe laga ke dress ke niche se teri panty dikh rahi hai tu jab walk kar rahi hai. Aisa to hona nehi chahiye.
I was dumbstruck hearing this. My heart was pounding now and I could not look up even in utter shame. I did as my uncle ordered. Before walking though I stretched the dress down my waist, but unfortunately it was not coming down a centimeter.
Uncle: Nita teri panty to dikh rahi hai clearly dress ke niche se. Tu koi white color ki panty peheni hai na?
I was feeling so very humiliated and embarrassed by this remark. I did not know what to do, but to tolerate it. I gently nodded my head to affirm him yes I am wearing a white panty now.
Uncle: Okay, ek bar mere paas aa, mai zara dekhoo ise kuch kiya ja sakta hai ke nahi.
I had nothing to say again and could not object also to this apparent noble suggestion. As I came forward towards the chair where he was sitting, he knelt down in front of me and his eye level was directly in line of my milky naked thighs. Now with both hands he held the hem of my dress and tried to pull it slightly downwards. It did not come down.
Uncle: Nita, ye dress to aur niche nehi aayegi. Lekin ek kaam ho sakta hai shayad.
I turned back and looked puzzled at my uncle. He stood up and what he did almost stopped my heartbeat.
Uncle: Ye jo lace tu kandhe pe bandhi hai na, usko thoda loose karna padega, tab ye dress thoda niche aayega.
Me: Par chachu, udhar loose karne se to neckline deep ho jayega.
Uncle: Dekh Nita, ye to teri mummy ki choice hai. Daat deni hogi bhabie ko. Ya to panty expose karo ya fir bra.
I was at sea now what to do and hopelessly left it to my uncle.
Me: Chachu mujhe kuch samajh mei nehi aa rahi hai mummy ye kaisi dress kharidi hai.
Uncle: Tu sirf khada reh chupchap, mai dekhta hoon.
My uncle now readily loosened the lace knots on my shoulder and lowered it. Before lowering the dress, he peeped into my bra-covered tight breasts, which were moving up and down as I breathed. He lowered my dress below all decency level and almost half of my bra was visible along with my open cleavage. He was about to tie the lace now when I objected meekly.
Me: Chachu, please aise nehi. Meri aadhi doodh dikh rahi hai.
Uncle: Kaha dikh rahi hai! Mai to sirf bra dekh paa raha hoon.
Me: Aap aj bade besharam ho gaye ho chachu.
My uncle had finished tying the lace of the dress on my shoulder and now the length of the dress not only covered my booty, but also went down a few centimeters.
Uncle: Ab jake teri panty safe huyi. Ekbar ghoom ja.
I turned my back to my uncle, rather my wide booty was splashing on his face as he was again kneeling down. I realized uncle simply lifted my dress to see my panty. I could not turn back in utter shame and shock as to what he was doing.
Me: Ouch! Chachu kya kar rahe ho?
I felt his fingers on my panty-covered ass now. He was giving me gentle squeezes there. He was also tracing my panty line with one hand and lifting the dress with the other. I was feeling very awkward at this groping and was flushed enormously and frankly was feeling a flow within my pussy also. Uncle now took his finger even to my pussy over my panty and rubbed me there. I just could not stand that anymore and out of shame jerked away from my uncle.
Uncle: Kya hua Nita?
I could not speak; I was standing half naked in front of my uncle, who was also only wearing a brief. My both boobs clasped in the bra were visible very distinctly. My uncle stood up and came near me.
Me: Chachu ye ap thik nahi kar rahe ho.
I brought in some courage to tell this to my uncle.
Uncle: Kya thik nehi kiya mai? What do you mean?
My uncle sounded very strong suddenly.
Uncle: Kya bolna chahti hai tu?
I was a bit scared at this abrupt change in him.
Me: Chachu meri wo matlab nehi thi.
Uncle turned me to face him and was almost demanding an answer. I could not say anything out of fear.
Uncle: Nita mujhe janna hai kya thik nehi kiya mai?
He was almost howling. I got very scared.
Uncle: Tu mere god mei khel kud ke badi huyi hai, tujhe himmat kaise hui ye bolne ki?
I was so very scared by this sudden change in him that I surrendered to him. I hugged him with tears in my eyes.
Me: Chachu mujhe maaf kar dijiye. I did not mean anything.
I did never realize that he would take such advantage of the situation.
Uncle: Kya maaf. Abhi tu boli hai ke mai ye thik nahi kar raha hoon. Tu bol mujhe kya galat kiya hai maine. Nehi to bhabie ko aane de, mai unse baat karta hoon.
He paused a little.
Uncle: Bhabie ko ekbar agar pata lage ke unki ye private dress mai dekh chukka hoon tere zariye, tu soch le kya halat hogi teri.
I was too much frightened listening to my mom's name in this issue. My childish fear led me to the greatest humiliation of my life. He pulled me from his body and held my bare shoulders and looked very sternly into my eyes. My voice was already trembling hearing my mummy's name and if he comes to know that I showed in this issue.
Me: Chachu please mummy ko mat boliye kuch.
Uncle: Kiyu? Mujhe to bolna hai bhabie ko ke unki choti ladki ab itni badi ho gayi hai ke apne chacha par ungli utha rahi hai.
Me: Chachu please. Mai bol to rahi hoon ap jo bologe wohi karunga mai. Sirf mummy ko mat boliyega.
Uncle: Dekh Nita, ek bar teri chachi bhi ek galat ilzaam laga rahi thi mere upar aur anth mei surrender ki yehi bolke ap jo bologe wohi karungi;.
Uncle paused for a split second.
Uncle: Wo meri biwi hai zaroor, lekin mujh par galat ilzaam lagane ka sabak sikh gayi thi us din. Pooch kya karni padi tha teri chachi ko?
Me: Kya karni padi thi chachi ko?
Uncle: Bandh kamre mei kisi ek gaane ke dhoon par nachni padi thi us-e - nangi.
I exclaimed though was not at all necessary.
Me: N-a-a-n-g-i!
I tried to imagine my aunt dancing naked, she had such a plump figure, must be awful to watch. At the same time was scared what my uncle would ask me to do. I tried to plead him.
Me: Uncle mujhpe rehem karo please.
Uncle: Chal kiya.
I was as if not believing my ears. I looked in amazement to my uncle.
Me: Sach chachu?
Uncle: Ha sach. Tujhe mai nehi bolunga ke tu mere samne nangi hokar nach.
I was thunder struck. I kept quiet and waited for what he wanted.
Uncle: Tujhe kuch khas nehi karni Nita. Sirf mere samne ye dress utar de aur ab to lunch ka time ho gaya hai, mujhe khana paros de. Teri chutti.
The next few moments I was still not believing that my uncle was asking me to strip my dress in front of him. After I got back my composure, I pleaded uncle, but to zero effect. I was almost sobbing now thinking of my embarrassment. When I realized I could not convince him to change his mind, I went up to the center of the room and prepared myself mentally to strip.
I unfastened the lace knots on my shoulder and I had nothing more to do, the dress dropped to my legs and I was standing in my bra and panty only. The fair ups and downs of my young curves glowed in the illumination of the bulb in the room. My uncle was looking at me lewdly. I thought I should bury my face somewhere out of sheer shame.
Uncle: Chal ab khana paros de
Me: Chachu ap ek minute ruko, mai room se jaldi se ek nighty pehen leti hoon aur apka khana paros ti hoon.
Uncle: Uhu Nita mai kya bola tha? Mai bola tha mere samne ye dress utar de aur, mujhe khana paros de matlab ye bra aur panty pehenke tu kitchen mei jayegi aur mere liye khana parosegi.
I was looking like a dumb fool at my uncle's face.
Uncle: Nita, khali peeli time waste mat kar. Aaage aage chal, mujhe teri gaand sirf panty mei kaisi lagti hai dekhna hai.
I had no other option, but to follow his command. I walked in front of my uncle clad only in my bra and panty and he followed me. He was making lecherous comments and I was feeling so very embarrassed that I was sobbing. I went to the kitchen in that condition and arranged for food. I remained in that state while I worked in the kitchen and my uncle watched me from the kitchen door. Each time I was bending for any work in the kitchen, my both boobs were almost out of my bra cups and uncle was making very vulgar comments.
At the dining table also, as he ate his food, I stood there in that half naked state. Honestly I thought it was better to be completely naked, but to be in undergarments in front of a male. At last my humiliation stopped with my uncle finishing lunch.
Uncle: Ja Nita, ab room mei jake skirt-blouse pehen le. Dil khatta mat kar. Aur yaad rakh ek baat, aj jo bhi hua iski zikar agar tu kisise karti hai, to teri khair nehi.
I went to my room and closing the room broke out in tears. I felt okay after sometime and went up and wore a dress to cover myself up.
!!Flashback ends!!
Me: Uday, that's the story. I felt so very embarrassed when I first realized what actually happened that day, I cried the whole day feeling about my embarrassment.
Uday: True Madam. How our own relatives exploit us and we cannot do anything about it. My feeling coincides with yours.
We had some more talks on this topic and after sometime reached the bank and from there went back to the temple again. The cart was already there and with a half satisfied, regarding my ass fucking by Uday, and half depressed, regarding my teenage exploitation, I returned to the ashram.
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