Reeti to Rita - 4
A story of innocent lust
There’s almost a month’s gap between this part and the previous parts. I had dedicated the intervening time working through the complete An Evening with the Girls series, and numerous other projects. Besides, I had made a decision to publish rest of the story of Reeti entirely as an eBook.
I have backtracked on the decision. Like my Untying the Knots and An Evening with the Girls, most of Reeti will be posted for free here. Only the last part being contained only in the book.
Since there’s a long long gap between this post, consider refreshing yourself about Reeti
Previously
4
Reeti slowly unwrapped Yogesh’s arm from around her thigh. He moved a little, but eventually turned to the other side and covered himself in the blanket. Reeti got out of the bed, and fished for a pair of earphones from her bag. Even in the dark, she was aware how she must have been looking. She had nothing on her body, except for her new bangles and the magalsutra. The mangalsutra hung from her neck, just as her naked tits did.
Once she found the earphones, she tip-toed to the bathroom. She faced the mirror, just as she was a while back. The difference was she was wearing a nighty then. Now she wore nothing. She clocked a photo. She looked at it. She felt warm between her legs, as she opened Prakash’s chat box, and uploaded the picture. As her thumb hovered over the send button, she touched herself, getting aroused at the lewdness of what she was doing.
“Wow,” the reply was immediate, ‘One more, and come closer to the mirror and focus on your breasts’ Prakash wrote back.
Her body was on auto-pilot by then. Standing there in the bathroom, posing naked for her devar, she had shed every bit of inhibition. She followed his instruction. She walked closer to the mirror, tapped on the image of her nipples in the camera app, and clicked another picture to send to Prakash.
“You are so hot!” Prakash wrote back.
The ache between Reeti’s legs had gotten worse. The attention and lust that she felt from Prakash’s messages were making things worse. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum.
Her phone buzzed. It was a Facebook call from Prakash. Naked and with an aching pussy, Reeti answered the call.
“Hi,” said Prakash.
“Umm,” was the only thing that Reeti managed to say.
Prakash took a deep breath, stroked his dick, squeezing it hard, as he said, “Go and sit on the toilet.”
He heard the thud of the toilet seat and the cover coming down, and rustle of the headphone wires, as Reeti adjusted her naked body, to sit on the toilet cover. It was uncomfortable, her naked ass felt cold against the plastic toilet cover. She made herself comfortable and whispered, “Then?”
“Then, I want to see you. Turn on your video,” Prakash said, alert and aroused, in his bedroom. He wished, he were giving her these instructions in person. He would have loved seeing a 19 year old girl, naked, with all the symbols of being married, doing whatever he told her to. A video call was the closest to that experience. He already had her voice.
“What? No, I cannot —”
“Of course you can. Why are you being shy? I have already seen you naked. I am not asking you for anything that you haven’t done already,” Prakash said. He was getting breathless, trying to pace his stroking. It would have been disastrous if he came early, while his naked bhabhi kept asking him how she could cum. Reeti was quiet. He could hear her breathe hard. He didn’t say anything more, else he would have showed how desperate he was for her.
In the bathroom, sitting naked, Reeti had a flurry of thoughts. Her pussy was aching, and she was all heated up. Her entire body felt warm all over. She looked at herself in the mirror. In the bathroom mirror, she could see someone she didn’t recognized. She was never someone who would stand naked in front of a mirror and appraise herself. But that night, after being fucked for the first time, after blatantly touching herself while she talked with a man other than her husband, she looked different. She turned on the video.
Prakash was quiet for a bit, after the video came on. It took a few moments for the video to be clear. In the video, was his bhabhi. She had turned on her rear camera. So, in the video, he saw her reflection on the mirror. The mirror was a few feet away from her, which meant the image seemed to be from far away. If he were there in person, he would have never stood that far from a naked girl, especially if the naked girl was as hot as Reeti.
Without her clothes, Reeti looked different. She sat on the toilet, with her legs slightly parted. She had slouched forward a little. Her, otherwise flat, belly showed a few rolls of flesh. A natural 19 year old body, which was fed plenty of rotis and rice all its life. Her breasts were perky, with a large mangalsutra nestled between them. Her skin light brown with no visible marks from that distance. And then, the dark patch around her nipples. Prakash wished he could know how her breasts felt in his hand. He wished, he could suck her nipples. Realizing that he was quiet for long, Prakash said what was on his mind, “I wish I could be there with you.”
As he said that, he saw Reeti rubbing herself. He stroked himself harder.
“Are you touching yourself?” he asked, in a breathy voice.
“Yes,” Reeti replied, between her breaths.
“You look very hot like this, Reeti. Do you want to see how hard I am?”
“Uhmm,” Reeti said, circling her clit. She didn’t know it was called that. She didn’t know until that day, that rubbing it could be that pleasurable. Earlier, whenever she would accidentally touch it, it will be too sensitive. But that night, she had finally become a woman, rubbing herself for her pleasure.
Prakash saw Reeti, rubbing herself through her thick bush. He heard the sound of her exaggerated breathing. He pointed the camera of his phone down, and turned on his video too.
There was a sharp breath from Reeti, as she looked at her devar’s dick for the first time. The two brothers’ dicks were different. While Yogesh had a thick bush at the base of his dick, Prakash was trimmed. To Reeti, at that moment, Prakash’s dick appeared larger than her husband’s, longer and hungrier. She rubbed herself harder, as she saw Prakash stroke himself.
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“Point your camera down, I want to see what you are doing while you look at my dick,” Prakash said. He jerked himself intermittently. He was dangerously close to cumming.
Reeti didn’t hesitate to point her camera at her pussy. Her fingers circled the top of her slit, in swift motion, blurring in the camera. Prakash wished he could see it in person, without the limitation of a cheap camera and bad WiFi in Reeti’s bathroom.
“Do you see how hard you have made me?”
“Uhmm,” Reeti replied. As she rubbed herself, in her mind, Prakash was in front on her. She was stroking his hard dick, feeling every bit of it. She tried to look at each of its veins, and tried to imagine how it will feel inside her. Will it feel different than Yogesh’s?
“Tell me how were you fucked tonight?” Prakash asked, squeezing his dick at the base.
“He was on top of me”
“I would have fucked you at the edge of the bed. I would spread your legs apart, wider than they are spread right now,” Prakash said.
On cue, Reeti spread her legs wider. “I would hold you by your thighs, as I would thrust inside you. Would you like my dick inside you?”
“Yes,” Reeti breathed. It didn’t feel right to say that, but it felt so good to say it. And to see Prakash stroke himself harder, she did the same to herself. It didn’t matter at the point that she was saying yes to be fucked by someone else, the same night she was fucked for the first time. And that man, was just across the corridor.
“I would love being inside you. To pump you up. I want to hurt you. In a good way. I want to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk properly the next day. Would you like that?”
Reeti moaned. She didn’t know how loud it was, but it was loud enough for Prakash. It was all that mattered to her in that moment. “I love your moans. I will make sure you moan loud. As I fuck you, I will suck your nipples.”
Reeti felt a current between her legs. So much so that she raised her ass up a little from the seat. The video feed jerked as she adjusted her body after that current of pleasure. Prakash on the other side said, “Keep your phone away, pinch your nipples for me.”
It felt natural for Reeti to follow him by then. She kept her phone to the side. There was loud thud, louder than she had wanted to make. In those minutes, she had forgotten that across the door, was her husband. With the phone away, she looked down at her pussy. The light in the bathroom, reflected off her abdomen, and she could see the marks of dry cum on her belly.
With her husband’s dry cum on her belly, she rubbed herself and pinched her nipples. Through her earphones, Prakash said, “Pinch them hard, because that’s what I would do with my teeth when I am inside you.”
“I wish I could feel your wet pussy around my dick now,” Prakash continued. He was miserable, wanting nothing else in the world, but to cum. To cum, while he fucked his 19 year old bhabhi.
“Please don’t stop,” Reeti whispered.
“I won’t stop. I won’t stop, till you cum Reeti. I won’t stop till you beg me to stop, till your legs ache because of being spread for so long. I won’t stop till you feel your thighs cramp.”
And then, it happened. Those words, the blatant expression of lust, the blatant crossing of the lines in relationship of a bhabhi and devar — made Reeti cum. She had never felt that before. She moaned, she struggled to breathe, as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She felt like she should stand up, but her legs moved on their own. She shivered, not from cold but from pleasures she didn’t know she could feel.
Prakash was quietly listening to a 19 year old cum. It was different than the online whores he paid. Priya would cum often for him. Reeti’s moans were more guttural than hers. He couldn’t control himself. As he heard Reeti moan, as he heard the noises that the toilet seat made as a naked girl orgasmed on it, he came. It was his third time in the day. The third time he had thought about Reeti while cumming. It had collected his cum in his left palm, it was watery and little in volume. But it had felt better than all the other times he had cum in his life. There are really things that money couldn’t buy.
“Hi,” Reeti finally said, still slightly breathless.
“Hi,” Prakash said, with a smile.
“That was… I didn’t know I could feel that,” Reeti said, as she collected her phone, and turned her front facing camera. She saw the miniature video feed at the bottom. It didn’t bother her than her breasts were out. She was smiling. Prakash’s screen was still dark. He picked up his phone, and switched to the front facing camera too.
He was smiling, looking Reeti’s hard nipples.
“I should go back,” Reeti said.
Prakash nodded, and said, “Bye.”
“Bye.”
After disconnecting the video call, Reeti looked up in the mirror. The girl in the reflection in the mirror wasn’t the same innocent girl who came as a young bride, to that house, only earlier in the day. As she tried to get up from the commode seat, she felt weak in her knees. Her bangles clinked, and echoed within the bathroom, as she tied her hair.
She checked herself out in the mirror. Her husband had left marks on her breasts, which she hadn’t even seen earlier. She walked up to the basin, rinsed her hands, and splashed water between her legs. Her pussy still felt warm, after being fucked for the first time, and more importantly the vigorous rubbing she gave herself while video calling her devar. She finally splashed her face.
She wasn’t sleepy, but she couldn’t risk being away from her marital bed for far too long, lest she should have to explain what she had been doing in the bathroom for that long.
When she walked out of the bathroom, the air conditioning of the room, hit her bare skin hard. The bathroom, was warmer, and all the things that Prakash told her, the things she did to herself had kept Reeti warm. Now, that she was back in the room, she felt cold, with her husband fast asleep in the bed, still naked under the blanket.
When she sat down on the bed, she saw Yogesh move. She quickly went inside the blanket. As soon as she did that, her husband turned towards her. She froze. She was worried that she might have to explain why she was moaning in the bathroom.
Instead, Yogesh, put one of his legs above her, his warm but soft dick was against Reeti’s thigh. She didn’t move for a bit, before reposing herself to be comfortable.
Sleep would not come to Reeti for a while. She couldn’t understand what she felt. She was a married woman. But then again, she was just 19 years old. Shy and innocent. But that was Reeti before that day. On the day she was touched by a man for the first time, she changed.
Before that night, before being penetrated, before looking up porn of women convulsing in pleasure, she didn’t know that she could feel such pleasure. She didn’t know how to. When Yogesh was inside her for the first time, she felt a sense of completeness that she had never felt before.
She turned her head towards Yogesh. She could barely see his face in the dark. She hadn’t seen his face that long till that night that she could imagine his face accurately. And yet, she had his cum, drying on her belly. The silhouette of his face looked handsome though.
She turned to face Yogesh. She reached for his dick. It felt different in her hand, soft and less intimidating. As she touched Yogesh’s dick, as she rubbed it, she thought of Praskash’s dick. She tried to push that image away, but it was too lewd, too hot to not think of it. The way he stroked his dick, the way he was hard for her, the way his dick looked bigger and hungrier than Yogesh’s. She wondered how it will feel to touch Prakash’s dick.
She winced at the thought. She knew her duties as a wife. She was supposed to be loyal. She was supposed to be loyal. Her pussy was supposed to be fucked by one dick for the rest of her life. She was supposed to touch only one dick for the rest of her life.
And yet.
And yet, she couldn’t help herself from thinking about Prakash, and the attraction she felt towards him. When her pussy had ached after sex with Yogesh, it was Prakash who helped her. When she felt the kind of thirst that no water could have satisfied, it was Prakash who had made her cum. It was Prakash who had made her cum for the first time. But it was Yogesh who had fucked her for the first time.
Round and round, the names of these two brothers played in her mind. Round and round, the sight of these two dicks floated in front of her eyes. She tried to shut her eyes, but they won’t stay shut.
She gave up trying to sleep and reached for her phone. She was more confident by then about how deeply her husband slept. When she laid in her back, with the phone in her hand, she felt Yogesh’s hand search for her breast. He cupped one of her breasts. He was still deep in asleep. Being touched that way made Reeti feel hot. Her pussy tingled when she felt Yogesh squeeze her breast. She turned to face him, to check if he was asleep.
When she was sure that he was asleep, she unlocked her phone. She hadn’t closed the Messenger. As soon as she unlocked the phone, she saw her texts with Prakash, the pics she had sent him. She let out a sigh, wondering what made her act like that. What made her abandon her duty as a loyal wife, and bare her tits to another man. Yes, the other man was after all family. But still.
All that though, all that guilt, made Reeti wet. She touched her bush. It felt good. But she stopped herself from rubbing herself. She knew that if she started to touch herself, she won’t be able to stop. And she knew that she won’t be thinking just about her husband when she touched herself.
Restless, guilty and horny, Reeti texted Prakash.
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