One night, my didi came to our house. The next day, I had to take her to a village wedding. She was much older than me, but looked like a stunning 16-year-old, so hot that anyone’s dick would get hard just looking at her. Her long hair flowed down her back, her skin was fair and smooth, and her boobs were so big and perky they could make any guy lose control. She often changed clothes in front of me without any hesitation. That day, she wore a blue saree, and it was summer, the air thick with heat and humidity. Everyone else in the family had already left for the wedding, leaving me alone at home, waiting for her.
As soon as didi entered, she said, “God, it’s so hot today! Go lock the gate and turn on the AC in your room.” I locked the gate, came back, and switched on the AC. The cool air started filling the room. Didi walked in, dropped the pallu of her saree, and sat on a chair. She asked, “When did mummy and papa leave?” But my eyes were glued to her blouse, where her massive boobs were straining against the tight fabric. The blouse was so thin I could see her white bra clearly, and her boobs looked like they were ready to rip through. She always slept with her bra on, never took it off at night.
She noticed my stare and said, “Where’s your mind at? I asked when mummy and papa left!” I quickly looked at her eyes and said, “They left this morning.” Didi nodded, “Alright, let me make something for you to eat.” She stood up, peeled off her saree completely, and stood there in just her blouse and a tight blue petticoat that hugged her curves, showing off her round ass and thick thighs. Without the saree, she looked even sexier, like a desi dream. She went to the kitchen and started cooking. I followed her, standing there, watching her move. As she worked, she’d brush against me—sometimes her ass would graze my dick, sometimes her pussy mound would press against me. Each touch made my dick harder, throbbing in my pants. All I could think about was fucking her right there, but I was scared she’d scold me or get angry.
The food was ready. Didi brought the plate to my room and said, “Come, eat.” I sat down to eat, and she sat on the floor in front of me, pulling her petticoat up to her knees. Then she loosened the nada and slid it down further, way more than I expected. The petticoat stopped just above her pussy, and I could see her navel and below. There were some trimmed black hairs above her pussy, visible in the light. Her fair thighs were smooth, with a hint of soft hair, making her look irresistible. My dick was rock hard now, tenting my pants painfully.
As I ate, she leaned forward to pick up the plates, and her blouse gaped open, showing the deep cleavage between her huge boobs. I was barely holding it together. She took the plates to the kitchen, and I turned on the TV to distract myself. Soon, she came back with two cups of tea, handed me one, and sat across from me. “It’s too hot,” she said, “turn the AC to max cooling.” I cranked up the AC, and the room got colder. Didi started unbuttoning her blouse, and I just stared, my dick throbbing harder. She undid all the buttons, raised her arms, and her white bra was fully visible, along with the small hairs in her armpits, making her look raw and sexy. She said, “Let’s sleep.” We finished our tea and climbed onto the bed.
I lay down, and didi lay next to me, her blouse buttons still open. She asked, “You okay?” I said, “Yeah.” Then I asked, “Do you sleep like this at home too?” She smirked, “Like what?” I pointed at her blouse and bra. She said, “Yeah, when no one’s home, I sleep naked. No big deal.” Then she added, “There’s no one here either.” I said, “I’m here!” She laughed, “You’re like my kid, what’s there to hide from you? I change in front of you, don’t I?” Then she turned to her side, facing away from me.
Now her ass was facing me, looking perfect in that tight petticoat. She said, “Sleep, we have to get up early.” I just kept staring at her ass, my dick aching. After about ten minutes, I quietly slipped off my pants and turned toward her, pressing my hard dick against her ass. She pushed her ass back slightly, making my dick press into her crack, the petticoat sliding in a bit. I started moving slowly, like I was doing it in my sleep. I slid one hand onto her stomach, then lower, brushing over her pussy area through the petticoat, near her navel. She stirred, still lying down, and said, “What are you doing? Sleep properly.” I acted like I didn’t hear her. She placed her hand over mine and went back to sleep.
I started moving my hand again, rubbing her pussy area, and thrusting gently from behind. She mumbled, “You won’t listen, will you?” I stayed quiet and stopped for a bit. She reached back, moved my dick away from her ass, and placed her hand there. After a moment, I pulled my dick out of my underwear and placed it on her hand. She didn’t pull away; instead, she held it, maybe liking its size and thickness. I slowly lifted her petticoat to her thighs, then up to her waist from behind. When I pressed my dick against her bare ass, she pushed back with a slight jerk. I knew she was turned on but pretending to sleep. I pulled back, spit on my hand, and rubbed it between her thighs, then slid my dick between them. She squeezed her thighs tight, and my dick was now fucking her thighs like they were her ass, the friction driving me wild.
I slid one hand inside her petticoat from the front, moving toward her pussy. She lifted her thigh slightly, giving me access. When I touched her pussy, it was wet and slick, dripping with her juices. I started thrusting harder between her thighs, “thap… thap…” sounds filling the room, while my hand rubbed her pussy. She let out soft moans, “Aah… ooh…” but didn’t say anything. She lifted her leg higher, hooking it behind me, and grabbed my dick, guiding it to her pussy lips but not inside. I was loving the outer rub, so I didn’t push inside. Then I moved my dick to her ass crack again, thrusting hard, “phat… phat…” She started moving her ass back, matching my rhythm, moaning louder, “Uff… aah…” I slid my hand back inside, grabbed her pussy lips, and tugged gently. She gasped in pain, “Ouch! It’s late, sleep now, don’t we have to go tomorrow?” I ignored her.
I kept thrusting, rubbing her pussy wider, teasing her clit. She was loving it, pushing her ass harder against my dick, moaning, “Ooh… haa…” I was about to cum, so I thrust harder, rubbing her pussy fast. Her pussy gushed hot juices, “Aaaah… uff…” and she grabbed my hand tightly, but I didn’t stop. I kept rubbing until my cum shot out between her ass cheeks. I kept thrusting, “phach… phach…” as she moved with me, both of us panting. I gave one final hard thrust, she pushed back with a loud, “Aah!” and my cum flooded her ass crack. I paused, and she casually pulled my dick away, acting like she didn’t know what happened. But I knew she was fully aware.
I turned away and lay on my side. Then I glanced back and saw her petticoat still hiked up above her ass in the back and down to her thighs in the front. I kept my eyes open, pretending to sleep, curious about what she’d do. She was waiting for me to fall asleep. I stayed still, acting like I was out. After a bit, she got up, ran her hand over my head, and went to the bathroom. I followed quietly and peeked through a small hole I’d made in the door to spy on girls using my bathroom. She was looking at herself in the mirror, squeezing her boobs over her bra, whispering my name. She lifted her petticoat, touched her ass, and saw my cum on her hand. She looked at it, then licked it off. Then she touched her pussy, tasted her own juices, and sat down, pulling her petticoat to her waist. She washed her pussy and ass with water from a mug, then stood, holding the petticoat in her mouth as she cleaned her thighs. She wiped herself with a towel, pulled the petticoat down, checked herself in the mirror, and came out.
I checked the time—it was 1 a.m. I lay back on the bed, pretending to sleep. Didi came and lay next to me, her blouse still unbuttoned, petticoat below her navel. I faced her, and she turned toward me. Her stomach pressed against my dick through my underwear, making it hard again. I pulled my dick out and rubbed it on her soft, fair stomach. She said, “I’m fed up lying next to you, you won’t let me sleep.” I stayed quiet. She shifted up, and my dick slid into her deep navel. I got her hint—she liked my dick and wanted more fun with her stomach and navel. I pushed my dick deeper into her navel, thrusting, “phach… phach…” Then I lifted one side of her bra, took her boob in my mouth, sucking and licking, biting gently. She moaned in pain, “Aah… ooh…” I slid my hand into her petticoat from behind, squeezing her ass hard, digging my nails in.
This time, I came quickly, unloading all my cum in her navel, soaking her stomach. I lay back, rubbing her stomach, spreading the cum around. Then I went quiet, pretending to sleep. Thinking I was asleep, she fixed her bra and dozed off. In the morning, I woke up to find her cleaning the house in just her bra and petticoat, no blouse. We couldn’t meet each other’s eyes, both shy. After bathing, we left for the wedding. After that night, didi fucked me many times and let me fuck her too.
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