Reeti to Rita - 5
A story of innocent lust
Previously
5
Prakash couldn’t believe that he had managed to show his hard dick to Reeti. When he had first seen this young girl, who was going to be his Bhabhi, he had thought that their relationship would be confined to speaking in innuendos and maybe some light touching.
Surely, he hadn’t touched her yet, not even with the excuse of taking a glass of water from her. But after that night of sexting, they were way past innuendos. He had seen how her young tits looked like, he had seen how she touched herself as she was told that he wanted to fuck her.
Prakash was lying half naked in the bed, too tired to put his pants back on. He touched his soft dick, still sticky from cumming, and caressed it. He browsed through the screenshots he had taken of Reeti during their video call. If someone saw the pictures, they would see a young girl, with a mangalsutra between her perky firm breasts, touching herself while she looked at a man stroking himself.
Prakash decided that it was something he could post on u/RitaBhabhi2003. He was sure that those pictures would give the account plenty of attention and karma. He was looking forward to reading the lewd comments for Reeti’s young tits, maybe reading about how they would be willing to do a similar video call for a price.
After he was done seeing the stash of pictures, Prakash, opened Reddit to reply to some of the DMs and comments. There were so many, that he could have spent the entire night scrolling through them. Most of them were uninteresting with simply a “hey”. He ignored those texts entirely. Some were more detailed. In all the sundry of messages, there was a theme though.
People wanted to see more of Rita, but they also wanted to be sure that it was really her that was posting the pictures. Especially the ones who were willing to pay a random sum of money to see more of her. Being around Reddit long enough, Prakash knew that this account will lose steam or will only be a place where desperate men would come and jerk off to his bhabhi. None of these people will pay anything unless they knew that there was a real 19-year-old bhabhi who was willing to pose for them. He had to get Reeti to pose for a verification. But that was an impossibility.
He shook his head. He got out of the bed. He needed to wash himself. He lazily put his pants back on, and went out of his room to use his bathroom. Unlike his older brother, who was earning and had a wife, Prakash didn’t have a bathroom in his room. In the times during the day when he knew that he would be disturbed in his room, he would go to the bathroom outside and jerk off.
Even then, he would hear knocks on the bathroom, usually the maid, asking if he was done. She would need water from the same bathroom. Some days, Prakash wondered what it would be like to fuck the maid. She was older than him, in her mid-thirties. She wasn’t the prettiest, but there times when he would be in the middle of jerking off and he would hear her voice.
He would start imagining her in place of the girl he was imagining, in her dirty saree, smelling her sweaty body, and fucking her, making her scream. He would often leave his cum on the toilet seat, when he knew the maid will enter immediately.
Prakash enjoyed these little transgressions. It wasn’t the best life possible, and he knew that he needed to get out of the shadow of his brother, he needed to start earning and move out of that house.
He was peeing when his phone pinged. It was a message from Reeti.
“Hey, are you awake?” Reeti had texted.
With his dick still in his hand, Prakash typed back immediately, “Yes, why are you still awake?”
He waited for the reply, when it didn’t come immediately, he rinsed his hand, and started walking to his bedroom, with Reeti’s chatbox still open. She started typing. She was still typing when Prakash was in his bed. He was getting comfortable, planning to finally start trying to sleep, when a rather long message came from Reeti.
“I am sorry, but I don’t think we should be doing this. I feel guilty. I am your brother’s wife. I know it was me who sent you my picture in that night gown, and it was me who showed you more of me then I should have. What happened tonight felt good. But I feel awful after doing this. I think we should go back to the beginning and start a more appropriate relationship. We should forget that this night has ever happened,” Reeti had texted.
“Oh no,” Prakash said to himself. He winced and cursed. He was expecting this kind of sober message maybe earlier in the day, when they were talking about cumming and how his brother would make her cum. But now, after showing her tits, after touching herself and moaning for him, he didn’t expect Reeti to suddenly become loyal and remember that she was his brother’s wife.
Prakash started typing a message that agreed to whatever Reeti said. He was sad while typing that. His life would go back to sucking. His life would go back to being a struggle. Reeti was a ray of hope, a ray of kink, a way of keeping his mind off the impending doom that his life had become. He was thinking how the Reddit account, u/RitaBhabhi2003 will stop posting like so many of such profiles do.
And then, he had an idea.
He deleted everything that he had typed.
Reeti was eagerly waiting for Prakash’s reply. She knew that she won’t be able to sleep that night, even after a good fuck and a good rubbing, till she had a clear conscience. And the only way to clear the conscience would be to tell Prakash that they should stop doing whatever they did.
She didn’t know what she was expecting from Prakash. She couldn’t help herself from thinking how hard she made him, and the length he went to make her cum. She knew she should have been thinking of Yogesh, her husband. She should have been thinking how hot his body was, she should be thinking how firm and broad his chest was, and how eagerly he had fucked her, marked her. Instead, she sleepless in bed, naked and thinking about her devar’s dick.
She was staring at the screen, with eyes glazed, her thoughts scattered. And then, Prakash’s message came. It was a link. Reeti didn’t recognize the site right away. So, she wrote back, “What is this?”
“Click and see. Make sure your husband doesn’t see your screen,” Prakash wrote back.
Reeti felt odd. Prakash had been playful. Even when asking her to pose naked, Prakash had been playful. That message was cold and curt. She replied, “No, I am not clicking on anything. I know it will probably be something inappropriate. It’s opposite of what I just said.”
“Yes, it is inappropriate. But you should see it now. Else, it will end up in Yogesh’s phone, sent by someone anonymous,” Prakash wrote.
“WHAT!” Reeti wrote back. She saw Prakash typing, but she clicked the link.
The site warned her that she should be 18 or older to be visiting the link. She clicked yes. She was horrified by what she saw.
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It was her Reddit profile. Well, it was Rita bhabhi’s Reddit profile. She scrolled through it, covering her mouth in horror. Her picture sitting in the living room, the picture she had sent in her night gown, the picture with her naked tits, and then a series of pictures, stills from the video call that she had with Prakash.
None of the pictures showed her face. But, Yogesh would know his living room. Yogesh would recognize his bathroom. Yogesh would ask why did she take a picture of hers, showing her breasts? Why was she touching herself on a video call, looking at a hard dick?
She quickly changed to the chat-box and wrote, “What have you done?! I trusted you with those pictures.”
“Calm down. None of the pictures show your face,” Prakash wrote back.
Reeti wanted to say so many things, but she had frozen. She didn’t know what she could say to that transgression. What was she thinking sending her nudes to someone she didn’t even know properly?
“We will talk tomorrow about this. Privately. All I am going to say now is, what we have is not going to stop soon. Until then, relax. Nobody knows the girl is you, except you and me. Good night,” Prakash wrote.
Reeti locked her phone, kept it away after checking the time. She stared into the ceiling; her mind was racing a thousand miles an hour. It was close to 3 AM by then. She felt tired, but she knew there was nothing she could do to fall asleep.
Prakash turned off the Internet on his phone after he shot the text. He was shocked by what he had done. It was spontaneous to upload those screenshots from the video call and send Reeti the link to the profile. But now that he had done it, he was worried. He didn’t have much to lose, except maybe the pocket money that his brother gave him. His parents might threaten to kick him out of the house, but they won’t.
But Reeti.
How is he ever going to talk to her again after this? He tried his best to sound confident when he wrote that message, about talking privately. But what would he say in private? He wanted their relationship to be fun and light. To be hot and sexy, but fun and light. By sending her the link, and by pretty much blackmailing her, he had changed the entire hue of their relationship.
He reached for his phone, but stopped himself from turning on the data to check what Reeti would have replied to him.
Unable to sleep, he got out of the bed, and went near the window in the room. He stood there, looking at the deserted 3 AM road, preparing himself for tomorrow.
He had to play a role. He had to act that he was confident, that he knew the world, that he was in control of the situation, that he was in control of her. She could simply tell her husband about all this the next morning. She would probably get off easily. Yogesh would probably keep the entire thing between them. There were loads and loads of “probably’s”. One thing was certain though, there was no way he can go soft now. He had to play the blackmailer, and exploit the 19-year-old’s night of weakness and lust.
It was close to 4 AM, when Prakash felt too tired to keep his eyes open. He lied down. He didn’t know when he fell asleep.
Reeti’s alarm went off. She woke up, startled. She didn’t know how much of sleep she had gotten. She reached for her phone, and turned off the alarm. It was 0630 AM. It was an alarm that she always had on her phone. She looked to the window; the sky had only just started to lighten. She got out of the bed, feeling exhausted from the lack of sleep.
She put on her night gown, and went to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, showered and changed into a pair of tight red salwar kameez. She had asked her mother to give her something loose. But according to her mother, a newly wed should look slim, and wearing loose clothes hid how beautiful she was.
She was drying her hair, near the window, still lost in Prakash’s threat. He had said that they were going to talk about it in private. Did he really mean to just talk? How would she be able to delete that account, and all those photos online? How would she be sure that he deleted the pictures from his phone? So many questions.
She was almost done with her hair, when she noticed a group of guys in a cigarette shop. She hadn’t noticed them before, but when her eyes met with the group, she saw them staring at her quietly. Three guys, probably as old as she was. They were smoking, and were dressed in a half pants and tee shirts. She noticed their hair legs, and their unwavering stare.
The guy in the middle, who was the tallest of them all, was blowing his smoke towards Reeti. When their eyes met, he smiled at her. Not knowing what to do, Reeti went away from the window, and pulled the curtain back. For a nervous moment she thought that the guys in the cigarette shop knew about the Rita Bhabhi profile. That they have seen her naked, that they knew that she would rub herself looking at their dicks.
“Why are you awake so early?”
Reeti was startled by Yogesh’s voice. She was yet to get used to hearing a man’s voice so often. And it didn’t help that she had been reeling under the stress of having been unfaithful to her husband on her first night.
“It’s not early,” Reeti said, managing to smile.
“Come closer,” Yogesh said, propping himself in the bed. The blanket slipped, revealing his bare chest. Reeti stared at his nipples, as she walked towards him.
When Reeti was beside Yogesh, he slid to the center of the bed, and gestured her to sit on the bed. She obliged.
Yogesh caressed her cheek. Her hair was almost dry. She hadn’t tied it though. Her white kurti outlined her body, so close to how she looked when she was without the clothes.
Reeti was smiling all along. It wasn’t an honest smile, but she had to smile. Her mind was with Prakash, and what he had in mind to talk about when they would meet privately. She couldn’t afford Yogesh thinking that something was wrong.
She felt his warm fingers on her cheeks. She felt her gaze on her body. She turned her body towards him. Yogesh moved his hand from her cheek to reach for the back of her neck. She felt a squeeze on her neck. She looked at his face, his expression had changed. A moment ago, it was gentle, but his face had hardened. Before she could process further, Yogesh, pulled the blanket away in one swift motion.
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It was impossible to ignore his erection. She hadn’t seen his dick in the daylight before. Her husband had a menacing erection. Reeti’s eyes were fixated at how veiny his dick was. Yogesh was holding his dick by the base of his dick. His hairy thighs, his hair bush, and a raging hard-on.
Reeti felt his grip tighten around the back of her neck. He started directing her head towards his dick. She tried to look at him, to ask him what was going to happen. But before she could say anything, her face was near her husband’s dick, with the tip of his dick touching her nose.
It was the first time that Reeti had a dick so close to her face. While she was video calling Prakash last night, she had admired how hungry his dick looked, the rage and the menace in it. But it was all through a screen. Now, that her face was so close to her husband’s dick, she couldn’t help but admire the effect she was having on her man.
She felt a tug on her head, and then Yogesh pressed her head down further. Not knowing what to do, she kissed his dick. It was an experience to say the least. As her face got closer to his dick, she could smell the intense musky smell from her husband’s bush. As she kissed the base of his dick, she felt how soft the skin was on the dick, but how hard the dick was otherwise.
She heard Yogesh chuckle.
When she turned her head towards him, he said, “I want you to suck it, not kiss it,” he shook her head, as he urged it even closer.
Reeti was in an awkward pose. She was seated at the edge of the bed, and had bent down so that her face was near her husband’s crotch. Her whole upper body was stretched. Her neck was strained. And now, Yogesh was asking her to do something that she had never done before.
Earlier in the morning, when she was showering, when she was rubbing soap on her belly where her husband had cum last night, she had told herself that she will be a ‘good wife’, that she will be a loyal and obedient. Those were the things that were expected of her. While showering her fingers had brushed past her clit. She had given in to the momentary weakness and had started touching herself, in the pretense of cleaning her bush.
She started imagining his long sinewy legs, his firm thighs, his shaved crotch, and his hard dick. She had started imagining him blackmailing her, imagining that he would be inside her, the way Yogesh was inside her. She had stopped herself at that point. She had shaken off the thoughts, shaking her head, as if those dirty thoughts would be shrugged off by the simple act.
As her husband held her face near his dick, she couldn't shake the feeling of regret from the previous night, when she had given in to her lust, given in to her overwhelming to the desire to cum. Though she was young, only 19 years old, she already felt the weight of her responsibilities as a good Indian wife.
As she looked at Yogesh’s veiny dick, she made a silent promise to herself to be a better partner and to understand the duties and expectations placed upon her in this new role. She would work hard to become the best wife she could be, for the sake of her marriage and for the sake of tradition. And that would start with her sucking her husband’s dick, even if she didn’t know how to.
She adjusted her body, so that her neck didn’t hurt anymore. She held Yogesh’s dick, by its base. She felt the grip on her head relax. She realized that she must have doing something right.
She parted her lips, and took a dick inside her mouth for the first time. It tasted salty, it tasted bitter, it tasted musky. Reeti grew up in a vegetarian household. It was the first time in her life that she had a piece of meat in her mouth. She didn’t know how it a hard dick should have tasted inside her mouth.
She repeated in her head, what her husband had said, to suck his dick. She closed her lips around the dick, and sucked on it. When she released the pressure, there was an exaggerated sound. She saw Yogesh move. He spread his legs wide, and bent his knees.
She did the same thing again. She sucked on the dick, and then released the pressure.
“No, not like that,” Yogesh said, making a clutch of her hair, and raising her head by her hair.
“Open your mouth as wide as you can,” he said.
She did, and before she could adjust herself, she saw Yogesh thrust inside her mouth. It was disorienting to see his hair thighs move closer to her eyes, as he thrust his dick inside her.
Yogesh didn’t stop there. He not only thrust his dick inside her mouth, he also pressed down her head on his dick. It made Reeti uncomfortable. Her nose was buried inside Yogesh’s thick bush. When she tried to breathe, she couldn’t. Yogesh’s dick had reached her throat. The more she tried to breath, the harder her throat flexed around Yogesh’s dick.
She heard him moan. And then, Yogesh let her head go. Reeti coughed as soon as the dick was out of her mouth. Her eyes had started to water. She touched her throat, violated for the first time by a dick. Before she could catch her breath, Yogesh pushed her head down again.
This time, Yogesh held her head in a place, and started thrusting in and out of it, just as he was doing to her pussy last night. Reeti closed her eyes. She felt her eyes bulge whenever Yogesh’s dick hit her throat. She coughed, she coughed with his dick inside her mouth. But Yogesh didn’t stop.
His grip on her hair had started to hurt by then. She couldn’t look at his face, but she imagined him to be looking angry, as he fucked her mouth. In her mind, she was punished for being unfaithful. That somehow, Yogesh had seen her sitting naked in front of his brother, and touching herself. She was being punished for cumming while she looked at someone else’s dick, while she heard someone else’s voice.
Her body wanted to pull away. Her wanted to breathe freely. But she had decided to do her penance. So, she held her head, held her breath, as she let her husband fuck her throat.
Yogesh’s thrusts had quickened by then. When he pulled away her face, Reeti coughed again. As she was catching her breath, she saw him stroking his dick. His dick was shining, wet with Reeti’s cough and spit. While stroking, Yogesh would pull down his foreskin, his dickhead as ping as Prakash’s, as angry as Prakash’s dick was last night.
As he stroked his dick, Reeti noticed the muscles in Yogesh’s forearms flex. She noticed his flat abdomen. Yogesh didn’t have abs, but there was hardly any indication of excess chub around his belly. He was stroking himself vigorously. And then, he started to moan.
Things happened quickly from that point. Yogesh shoved her face forward. Reeti thought he was going fuck her throat again. Instead, he buried his dick, deep inside her throat. He pressed her head down, with both of his hand. And then she felt it hit her throat.
Reeti groaned. Deeply uncomfortable with the feeling of hot cum hitting the back of throat. She flayed her hands, and tried to push herself up. But Yogesh held her face down, his dick buried inside her, as he spurted his morning cum inside her.
When he let her go, Reeti sat up straight, covering her face, nauseated and disoriented.
“Swallow it,” Yogesh said, caressing her throat with his thumb.
Reeti looked at Yogesh, her face contorted because of the alien taste in her mouth. The slimy bittersweet cum on her tongue, a sore throat from being fucked, and watery eyes — all these were new to Reeti. But, because she had decided to be a good wife, she obeyed her husband. She swallowed his cum. It was hard to swallow, sticking to her throat. It took her multiple gulps to entirely swallow her husband’s cum.
Yogesh smiled. His was back to being gentle, his smile was warm. Reeti managed a feeble smile too, her tongue still coated with a thin layer of Yogesh’s cum. When she saw Yogesh smile, she told herself that her penance had worked.
She was a naive girl.
The day was a bit of a hum drum. Reeti and Yogesh came out of the room after about an hour of her swallowing cum for the first time. She had insisted that she rinsed her mouth, but Yogesh had kissed her on the lips, and had tasted her tongue. He had said, “There’s no need.”
She spoke less for half of the day, fearing that others would be able to smell the cum in her mouth. It would take her some time to realize that the smell of the cum isn’t that easy to detect, unless someone is specifically looking for it.
Yogesh announced on the breakfast table that he would have to go to office on something urgent, even though he was on leave. His mother told him not to, but his father said that work is work. Reeti said nothing. She kept looking at Prakash’s bedroom. It was close 9 AM, and yet Prakash hadn’t come out of his room.
After Yogesh, it was his mother who announced that she has a lunch party to attend. “Now that I have a bahu, I can relax and have some fun,” she said, smiling at Reeti. Reeti smiled back, looking down at her food.
Right then, Prakash came out of his room, rubbing his eyes. He said, “Good morning,” in general.
“At least try to wake up early on weekdays,” Reeti’s father-in-law remarked, not looking up from his newspaper.
Prakash entered the bathroom, ignoring the comment.
“Go easy on him,” Reeti’s mother-in-law said, leaning towards her husband.
“You have spoiled him all these years. Look at your other son. Just because because Prakash was the younger one, you never let me discipline him. And now?” he shook his head, taking off his reading glasses.
“It’s okay papa. He will find something to do soon,” Yogesh said. His voice was calm and even, a far cry from the moans and groans behind the bedroom door. In the living room, he was the responsible elder son. In the bedroom, he was the husband who would make his wife swallow his cum and ask her not to rinse her mouth.
Reeti quietly ate her poha. It was not her usual breakfast. She liked roti sabzi, but that breakfast was made by her mother-in-law. She decided that when she starts cooking she will make her favorite sabzis, and feed to her husband. She had read somewhere that food was the way to a man’s heart. As a good wife, she not will swallow his cum, but will also make delicious food for him.
“Mummyji, should I make tonight’s dinner?” Reeti asked her mother-in-law.
Yogesh’s mother was more than happy by the change in the topic of conversation. She nodded enthusiastically. “That’d be great! I can stay out till 6 PM then. Your papaji will come back from office around 7 PM. And Yogesh,” she looked at Yogesh and asked, “When will you come back?”
Yogesh sighed and said, “I think it will be close to 9 PM.” He played with the last few pieces of puffed rice.
Reeti was bummed out by the news. That’s the entire day without him in the house. As she got back to eating, she realized something else. Yogesh and her papaji will be out to office, and her mummyji away for kitty party. That would mean —
“What’s for breakfast today?” Prakash said out loud.
His loud voice, and the realization that she will be alone with her devar in that house, startled Reeti. She turned her head towards him, quicker than she should have.
“Poha,” mummyji said, pointing at the bowl on the table.
As Prakash pulled the chair beside Yogesh, their eyes met, Reeti’s and his. He sat down, smiling faintly.
Prakash and his hot young bhabhi were finally going to get the private time to discuss things
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