Reeti to Rita - 2
A story of innocent lust
Previously
2
Prakash went straight to the washroom, after informing his mother about his brother’s ‘anything’ choice. He took out of his pants, unlocked his phone and browsed through porn, the desi kind. He looked up desi teenagers, because that’s what Reeti was. He stroked his dick, and within minutes he was close. He stopped touching himself, closed his eyes and visualized his 19-year-old Bhabhi, being fondled in the room across the corridor. He then stroked himself slowly, squeezing his hard dick, as he remembered how Reeti’s kameez had ridden up, her bra out of place, filling in imaginary details to make the sight even more exciting in his mind. In his imagination, it wasn’t his brother, but him, who was cupping her young ripe breasts. He tried to imagine the colour of her breasts, the softness and how he would play with her nipples. The last few strokes before he came, he imagined sucking on her nipples, as she moaned.
When he got out of the bathroom, his brother’s bedroom door was still closed. He walked over to the crouch, closing the porn tabs. As he sat down on the couch, he tapped on Hinge, browsed through girls’ profiles, each of them more desirable than the other. Then he loaded Happn, and then Tinder. And finally, he opened Reddit, and sent message to every verified hot girl who posed in his favourite subreddits.
And then, he texted the girl with whom he talked the most. He had met her on Reddit. Then they had moved to Telegram. For INR 200 she would send him two pictures. For INR 100 she’d dirty talk with him for 10 minutes. That’s the only female connection he had.
Behind the closed door, Reeti was getting her nipples sucked for the first time. Yogesh would suck one, and pinch the other. She felt waves of pleasure and warmth between her legs, and the sensations around her nipples that were new to her. Their first kiss was hasty, because Yogesh took off her kameez shortly after that. He had remarked that her breasts were bigger than he had imagined. And since then, he had been obsessed with her breasts. Reeti liked the attention she was getting, she seemed to be the only thing that mattered him – she and her larger than imagined breasts.
‘I hate that we have to wait till the night,’ Yogesh whispered, squeezing her breasts.
It was when she was changing into a lighter outfit, that she saw the red marks on her breasts and thighs. Yogesh had changed in trouser and a tee. She wore a white short kurti, which was the loosest of clothes she was given by her mom, and yet it was tight around her chest.
When she checked herself out in the standing mirror in the bedroom, she felt her breasts to be fuller, especially after her husband said how they were bigger than they looked with clothes on. Yogesh and she walked to the living room together. Prakash was on his phone. He looked up from the phone when she was sitting down. Yogesh was talking to his father, about his work. Reeti started browsing her phone. She opened Facebook. There nine friend requests, all of them from Yogesh’s extended family. She accepted all of them, including Prakash’s.
‘Hi Bhabhi,’ with wink, was the first message that Prakash sent her.
She looked up, Prakash was smiling, still looking at his phone. She sent a few smileys with her hi. And then texted, ‘Why are you texting me?’
‘Just like that,’ he replied.
‘Hahaha, and call me Reeti. I’m younger than you,’ she texted.
‘Okay Reeti. You’re looking prettier than you did during the wedding.’
‘Oh?’ was the only response Reeti could think of.
‘Maybe it’s because of something bhaiya did?’ Prakash texted, with winks.
Reeti blushed. She felt the same warmth in her cheeks that she’d felt when Yogesh was sucking her nipples.
Her phone pinged again. It was a photo. Reeti, hunched over her phone. She was at home, which is why she didn’t have a duppata. But because of the way she was sitting, the fabric of the kurti had parted from her chest. Her fair chest, with a hint of the cleavage, left a lot to imagination.
Yogesh turned towards her. She switched from the Messenger quickly. She didn’t want Yogesh to see the photo that she was looking at studiously. She had a new appreciation for her bust, something that she didn’t check at length before. And she certainly didn’t want Yogesh to see the picture taken by his brother, who was sitting across the room. There was some small talk between Reeti and Yogesh. Her phone buzzed again. She looked at Prakash again, who had kept his phone away and was unabashedly staring at her.
The message was sort of a caption to the photo that he had sent early – “My 19 year old Bhabhi after her first time with my brother.” Reeti read that, she smiled. She was not embarrassed. She was uncomfortable with the caption though, but uncomfortable in a warm sort of way.
‘Not the first time yet,’ she replied, high on the attention she had been getting.
‘Don’t lie. I saw you when the door was open. It looked like I interrupted something fun’ Prakash wrote.
‘No! It was just’ she hit sent before completing the sentence.
‘Just what?’
‘Touching,’ she replied. She was nervous after sending the message. It was the kind of candour that she had never exercised with anyone before. Moreover, this was new territory for her. Nobody before had told her that she looked prettier after her first time. But she didn’t want to start being suddenly so candid with a guy, especially with a guy who lived in the same house.
It took some time for the next message to come, all the while Reeti was looking at her phone. But the reply came from Prakash, ‘I’m proud of my brother that he could make you cum just by touching’
‘Cum where?’ Reeti replied
‘Don’t be coy now,’ Prakash replied with a devil face emoji.
‘No really, cum where?’
‘So, you are telling me, you are 19 and you don’t know what I am trying to say?’ Prakash was typing frantically.
Reeti took a few moments to reply, ‘No, and judging by the expression on your face, I don’t think it’s an appropriate thing to say.’
‘Maybe not. We can talk about it tonight, after your first time’ Prakash replied.
For the rest of the day, he sent her inane texts, like she looked like girl he knew in college. When Reeti was not looking after things in the kitchen, she was texting Prakash, asking him about the city, about the neighbourhood. Yogesh would touch her whenever no one was looking. He would grab her ass, or squeeze her boob, or sometimes just her hand. She liked being the centre of attention of two guys. That’s two more than the number of guys who had paid her that much attention before.
For the afternoon, it was decided that Yogesh would sleep in the living room, and Reeti in the bedroom. The ritual demanded a 24-hour separation, which meant that they would be able to consummate the marriage only in the night.
The family said their byes. Yogesh told her to let him know if she needed anything. Prakash waved her when she entered the bedroom, right before she closed the door. Alone in the room, Reeti was restless. The only thing on her mind was the night to come. And, the word “cum”.
She got comfortable in the bed. It was close to 3 PM, and her MIL had said that nobody gets up before 5 PM. She wasn’t sleepy, so she scrolled through the messages that she and Prakash had exchanged. She scrolled past the word “cum” again. This time she googled it.
Her eyes widened at the images and video thumbnails that came up. She tapped on the first video link. It was video of a girl on her knees. The guy was stroking his dick. And a thick sticky liquid came out of his dick and spurted on the girl’s face. The guy grunted and the girl smiled and let out a chuckle as she touched her face and lathered her face with the sticky liquid.
It wasn’t of course the first time that Reeti was looking at porn. Curious girls had told her about the websites where she could look at porn, and she had enough privacy in her house that she could browse and watch porn. The first time she looked at porn, she was uncomfortable and felt dishonest, looking at something that she wasn’t supposed to see. She never got into the habit of watching porn. And of course, as studious girl, she had read about semen and read its description. However, it was the first time she was seeing it.
She wondered if Yogesh would be stroking his dick like the guy in the video, and if her face too will be glazed with cum, like the girl in the video. The girl looked like she enjoyed it. She browsed through a few more videos. It was more of the same. Some videos showed the girl sucking on a dick, making all sorts of sounds, pleasurable sounds while she did. There was one in which a girl was on her knees, and four guys were stroking their dicks around her. The girl opened her mouth wide open, as they came in her mouth, one by one. Then the camera focused inside her mouth, a slurry of semen from four different guys. And then, the girl swallowed all the cum. Reeti wondered how the cum would taste. The girls seemed to smile after they swallowed the cum, even licked their lips clean.
All those videos didn’t clarify what Prakash was trying to say. He had said that Yogesh made her cum. She searched “making girl cum”. The videos were very different that time.
She clicked on the first video. In it, there was a naked girl, young, probably Reeti’s age. She was on her bed, with her legs wide open. Unlike Reeti though, she didn’t have any pubic hair. The girl was touching the upper portion of her pussy, her fingers were circling around her pussy, quickly. Even with no hair, it was difficult to make out where exactly the girl was touching herself. Her thighs and fingers glistened, as if oiled. And she was loud. She was moaning loudly, with her mouth gaping open. Her chest was heaving. Her breasts were smaller than Reeti’s, but her nipples were hard and a dark contrast to the girl’s pale skin.
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All of a sudden in the video, the girl lost control. She quivered, moaned and screamed. After almost a minute of convulsing, she smiled at the camera and licked her fingers.
The next video was of a girl, lying prone on the bed. The guy was inside her, fucking her from behind. Reeti’s eyes were transfixed at the guys long and thick. Every time he pulled away, she could see how long he was, and his thrusts sent a wave through the girl’s body. The girl moaned all through the fucking, her eyes turning inside her head. And then, all of a sudden, the girl started shaking violently, so much so that the muscular guy with a long and thick dick had to let her go. She kept raising her hips in the air and having spasms.
So, that’s what Prakash meant. She imagined Yogesh in the place of the guy, she didn’t have enough information to imagine how Yogesh will look naked, or how big his dick was. She tried to imagine feeling so much pleasure that she will shiver out of control. She couldn’t think of anything in her life which made her body do that. Her reverie was broken by the three quick pings of her phone.
‘Hi Reeti’, ‘What are you doing?’, ‘Thinking about your first night?’
Prakash had sent three quick texts. Reeti wanted to tell him that she then knew what cum meant, and that she was right in guessing that it was inappropriate. Instead, she texted, ‘Was watching something.’
The reply from Prakash was instant, ‘Oh! And, I was thinking about you.’
Across the corridor, behind his closed door, Prakash was lying on his bed, with his pants down and dick in his hand. He’d sent INR 300 to Priya, his online slut. She had sent him two nudes and was texting him. He had 15 minutes to chat with her. Before Reeti had replied, he was talking about her to Priya.
‘I want to see her. You’re obsessed with this girl!’ Priya had texted.
Prakash thought for a second. He cropped the picture he had taken of Reeti, cropped it till her eyes, and sent it to Priya. He copied the caption he had sent to Reeti.
‘Oh wow, she’s so young and delicious,’ Priya replied.
‘Yeah, she is.’
‘Her tits are nice, especially for the size of her body, they are big,’ Priya replied.
‘Haha’
‘Have you seen her naked?’
‘What? Of course not. She’s my Bhabhi. And she hasn’t been fucked yet’
By the time the 15 minutes were over, Prakash hadn’t cum. Like a professional she was, Priya stopped replying. He opened Priya’s nudes, and was staring at her dark nipples and stroking his dick. But it was the last thing that Priya said, that kept coming back to his mind. I wish I could see Reeti naked, he thought. Priya was hot, curvy and brown, with tits that she was not shy playing with. He had seen all of Priya, and yet want made him harder was that little hint of cleavage in the picture that he took of Reeti. He realized that unlike Priya, who posed for money, Reeti was real. She was simply sitting on the couch beside her husband and looking pretty. That’s when he had the idea.
He opened Reddit, and signed-up for a new account. When the time came to choose the user ID, he didn’t hesitate – u/RitaBhabhi2003. In the bio, he wrote the truth – A 19 year old Bhabhi. He posted the picture in every subreddit that allowed him to post it. He copied the same caption that he had sent to Reeti and to Priya. And kept his phone away. His heart was racing. What he was doing could land him in big trouble, but then again, chances of ever being found out were next to nothing. He was still hard, because, all the while he posted his young bhabhi’s photo for strangers to see, he was stroking his dick.
Then came the first ding. And then one more, and then another. 8 comments, and a total of 20 upvotes in a matter of mere minutes.
The comments were lewd and to the point -
‘Such a young married pussy’
‘You should film her getting fucked by your brother’
‘I will pay to see her married tits’
‘Rand’
Then the DMs. They were mostly about how good she looked. One was interesting, ‘I will pay INR 500, if you sent me an exclusive picture of her back, clothed or unclothed, doesn’t matter’
All was too much for Prakash. And when he was high from the rush of reading comments of strangers on his Bhabhi, Reeti replied. He stopped stroking his dick, so as to type quickly with both his thumbs.
‘What were you thinking about?’ Reeti asked.
‘It may not be appropriate,’ he replied. He was nervous and excited.
‘I think you have already been inappropriate when you talked about me cumming,’ Reeti replied. Back in her room, she was on her back, her heart still racing with all the new information that she found. She wished she was familiar with the house enough, to take off her salvar and spread her legs like the girl in the videos.
Prakash’s heart was racing, ‘You acted as if you had no idea what I was talking about’ he replied.
‘I honestly didn’t know. But now, I know,’ Reeti replied, with a wink.
‘How?’ Prakash typed, and was back to stroking himself, anticipating what his Bhabhi will reply. His dick was dry and aching from being stroked for so long. But he was lost in the imagination. Imagination, in which Reeti was in the other room, naked, just like all the hundreds of men who saw her clothed picture and were asking for more from her.
‘I won’t tell you. Don’t change the topic. Tell me, what were you thinking about me?’ she asked
He wanted to cum badly by then. He had edged himself long enough. He decided that he might as well cross another limit, ‘Are you a virgin?’
‘What?!’
‘I told you, it was inappropriate’
‘How can you ask me that? Of course, I am’
‘Oh wow! Yogesh is in for a treat tonight’
‘Shut up. You text a lot, but you have hardly spoken a word to me in person’ Reeti replied.
‘Texting is when I am real’
‘Alright, I’ll sleep now’ Reeti texted.
‘You should, you have a long night ahead of you’ Prakash wrote. ‘Will you tell me about it?’
‘That would be inappropriate’ Reeti replied.
‘I think we are past that’ Prakash replied.
Reeti kept her phone away. She was tired. It was quarter to 4p. She set an alarm and tried to sleep. She fell asleep rather quickly. But she dreamt. In her dream, she was touching herself. There was someone else in the room, watching her. He was saying, ‘you look so pretty like this’. She didn’t recognize the voice. She saw herself shiver in the dream.
‘Wow Bhabhi,’ the voice said.
She woke up. The phone was buzzing, it was the alarm. She had slept with the phone between her legs. It was vibrating against her clit. She turned off the alarm and sat up in the bed. She had many things to look forward to, many things to be done to her before she would sleep again, and many things she’d have to text to Prakash.
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