Reeti to Rita - 6
A story of innocent lust
Previously
6
The day moved quickly after the breakfast. Yogesh left for work, Reeti’s father-in-law left shortly after. Mummyji instructed Reeti about the things that she should tell the maid. She was to leave for her party around 1230 PM, and the maid would leave about an hour after that. She would not return till late in the evening. She showed Reeti where all the condiments were. The basic saas-bahu stuff.
Prakash stayed in his room mostly. He didn’t come out when his mother left. He didn’t come out even when the maid left. It was close to 0230 PM. Reeti was hungry. She texted Yogesh how was work going.
“Horrible! Can’t wait to come back home and fuck you,” he replied.
Reeti blushed at the message. Such messages were still novel to her. She decided that she would take a long nap in the afternoon so that she can stay awake longer in the night. She would try to keep Yogesh awake. She would try to suck him again. She wanted him to finish in her mouth again. She didn’t love the taste of cum, but she told herself that’s where her husband’s cum belonged.
She went to the kitchen, to heat up the food. She kept texting Yogesh giving him inane updates about the house. Yogesh would text back now and then, decidedly distracted with work.
“You look pretty today.”
Prakash’s voice startled her. She turned around, devar was standing at the entrance of the kitchen.
Reeti’s eyes narrowed. She locked her phone, and kept it on the kitchen slab. When Prakash didn’t say anything, she turned around, and got back to serving the food in the plates. While heating up the food, she knew she would eventually have to knock at Prakash’s door and ask him to eat. But him walking up, and calling her pretty, spoiled her mood.
She finished serving his plate, and pushed it towards him, and said, “Here’s the lunch.”
She took her own plate, and started walking towards the kitchen entrance, not looking at him.
When she reached the entrance, Prakash didn’t step aside to let her go. Reeti sighed, and said, “Let me at least eat in peace.”
Prakash extended his hand, and said, “Give me the plate.”
When Reeti didn’t move or hand him her plate, he repeated, “Give me your plate, and mine.”
She looked up, looked at his face. Prakash looked almost handsome, in his stern face. His hair was unkempt, and he was wearing a muscle tee and a half pant. Unlike Yogesh, Prakash had a more defined upper arm, and the muscle tee showed the few cuts on his shoulders. Reeti told herself not to look at him that way. Instead, she said, “No, I can take my plate.”
“I don’t think you understood what I said last night. I will say it again. You do what I tell you to do,” he held the other end of her plate, and tugged at it.
Reeti, shocked at the blatant blackmail, let her plate go. Prakash went past her, got his plate and said, “Go sit at the table.”
Reeti clenched her fists, simmered her anger and walked to the dining table. Prakash came with the plates shortly after. With her plate, he also kept down her phone, and said, “You should always keep your phone near you,” pushing the phone towards her, “especially when you take the kinds of pictures you take.” He smirked as he sat down.
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They had a quiet lunch. Alone in the house, a 19 year-old girl and a 23 year-old guy, ate their food, without speaking a word or even looking at their phones. They had seen a lot of each other last night, the girl had touched herself in a live video to him. The guy had told her that he wished he could shove his dick inside her. They had cum in front of each other. But now? Now, they were quiet.
Prakash was as uncomfortable as Reeti. He hadn’t expected that they will end up alone in the house on that very day. He had heard when the maid left, but had decided not to come out of his room. He wasn’t doing anything in particular. He kept answering DMs, and replying to sleazy comments. He spent some time looking at small videos of men jerking off to Reeti, cumming to her naked tits and bushy pussy, just as he had cum. Some offered money so that they can have a video call with her. And yet more wanted to know if the account was real or just revenge posts.
He had tried to study. Priya had pinged him too, asking him if he wanted his usual. He had politely declined, lying even that he was out all day. Cooped up in his room, he kept telling himself that he was in a position of power over his 19 year-old bhabhi. That she was the one who was on the backfoot. She was 4 years younger to him, but so incredibly hot that it was all the more difficult for Prakash to digest the fact that he could have power over her.
To pass the time, he had taken a blank paper, and wrote down u/RitaBhabhi2003 and bunch of subreddits where he would be posting the pictures. All that was needed was for Reeti to pose with that.
At the dining table, when they were almost done with their food, it was not even 3 PM.
“So, what are you planning to do after this?” Prakash asked, sipping from his glass of water.
“I will sleep,” she said, collecting her plate and Prakash’s. She started walking towards the kitchen. Prakash stared at her ass, the way the white kurti hugged her body, the sway in her gait.
“When did you finally sleep last night?” Prakash asked, loudly since Reeti was already in the kitchen.
“Why do you care?” she asked back, her tone rude.
“I was wondering if Yogesh fucked you again, after you came for me,” Prakash said. He waited for a reply. None came.
He finished his water. He waited for some time, before saying, “Come here, I have something important that you have to do.”
Reeti was keeping the plates in place, when he heard the question from Prakash — if her husband fucked her again. If it were not for the thing that Prakash did, she would have probably told him that he did, but somewhere else in her body. Still new to the talks of sex, her cheeks burned when she heard the word “fuck” being said out loud in the living room. She decided that the best response to all that would be for her to stay quiet.
When Prakash asked her to come there, she was worried. All that anger and annoyance she had for Prakash were real, but the pictures of her that he had were even more real. She took a deep breath, and walked out to the living room, in slow small steps.
Prakash was standing next to his chair. When he saw her, he said, “Lock the main door from inside.” He collected his phone.
“Why? And what would —”
“Just do what I said,” Prakash’s face hardened.
Reeti clenched her teeth and locked the main door from inside. She didn’t know what she would say when there was a bell, when her mummyji comes back and asks why the door was locked from inside.
“Good,” Prakash walked towards her. He walked up to Reeti, and stood in front of him. He was taller than Yogesh, not by much, but tall enough, for Reeti to have to look up to meet his eyes.
“I don’t like you saying ‘no’ to every other thing I say. So, let me set some ground rules,” he grabbed her waist, and squeezed it.
“What are you doing?!” Reeti tried to step away from him. But Prakash pulled her back towards him, more like jerked her towards him.
“First thing — If you do anything that I don’t like, these things end up in your husband’s phone. I will make sure I upload the uncropped versions of these photos. And maybe, even send it to your brother. What was his name? Manan?” Prakash said.
Reeti stopped struggling and said, “Why are you doing this? I thought you liked me.”
She had read about the threat, but being told that in person, had a different effect. It was suddenly more real.
“I do like you Reeti. And I want us to have fun,” he tightened his grip around her waist, and pulled her closer, till their bodies touched, “And I know that you will like the kind of fun I have in mind. All you have to do is trust you.”
“How can I trust you, when you simply blackmailing me. I —” Reeti started.
“Second — In real life, you can be the shy young wife, loyal and dutiful or whatever the fuck you want to be. But, on the internet, I have made you Rita Bhabhi and it will stay that way,” Prakash lowered his guess on her breasts. The white suit outlined her breasts. The neckline was high, but after seeing her breasts earlier, he could imagine what was underneath her kurta. He squeezed her waist again, and then moved his hand to her ass.
He felt resistance. He was quiet, his lips close to hers. He glared at her as he squeezed her ass cheeks.
“I do not understand this,” Reeti said. She was being honest. She didn’t understand what being Rita Bhabhi meant. She didn’t know what Reddit was, and what was the point of posting her nude pictures online, other than humiliating her.
Prakash sighed, “I can’t tell if you are innocent or just playing innocent.” He parted his legs so that he could get closer to her, his crotch rubbing against hers. He pushed her on his crotch, squeezing her ass cheeks all along.
“Either way, you are going to do as I say. I am tired of this resistance,” Prakash pulled away from her suddenly. He had gotten an erection by then, all too obvious from his soft half pant. He stared at her body, studying the curves of his 19 year old bhabhi, as he rubbed his dick through the pant.
Reeti saw that. She saw a man rubbing his dick in front of her. She had seen him do in last night, in fact, she had seen him stroke his dick and cum for her. But in person, it was different. She should have felt disgusted. She told herself that. And yet. And yet, she felt a tingle between her legs. She clenched her fist, focusing on the anger.
Prakash walked over and sat down on the sofa. He made grand gesture of checking the clock, and said, “We have plenty of time till anyone comes home,” he looked at her and said, “Take off your clothes.”
“What? No —” Reeti started saying, but was rudely interrupted.
“Shut up!” Prakash was loud. Reeti thought that if someone was standing on the other side of the main door, they would have heard Prakash yelling. It startled her. She was having a hard time digesting how her relationship with her brother-in-law had changed, what had started as playful banter, has turned into her being ordered to strip down, in the living room.
“Come near me, and start taking off your clothes,” Prakash said, in a more restrained voice.
That time Reeti did exactly as she was told. She took a few steps, and came in front of him. She looked around the house, as a reflex. The french windows in the living room had curtains, but they were drawn. She saw that, and turned to Prakash and said, “What if someone sees this? Let me draw —” she started walking towards the window.
“Stop,” Prakash said, grabbing her wrist.
“But —”
“You don’t get it do you? It should stop mattering to you who sees you. In fact, somebody should see you stripping down in the living room,” he said, rubbing her wrist with his thumb.
Reeti’s face hardened. There were so many things she wanted to say then. But she knew it was futile. She looked at the window one last time, there were flats across, but somebody would have to be looking right at their living room to see her strip down.
She turned towards Prakash. He let her wrist go. She craned her neck to look at window one last time, before reaching for the hemline of her kurti.
Prakash’s heart was racing. It was one of the most difficult things he had had done in his life — to play it cool, while ordering a sexy 19 year old. The age difference helped. Her innocence to the internet helped.
He let out a breath when Reeti took off her kurta. She was wearing a white bra underneath. As she kept the kurti on the floor, she covered her chest with one hand, as if it was going to cover the sexiness that was on display. The bra covered her breasts, but so much of her skin was there for him to see.
She looked at him, Prakash held her gaze and let out an inaudible breath. She didn’t look at him, when she untied her naada. As she peeled off her leggins, she leaned forward. Prakash could see between her breasts. It was less than what he had seen in the pictures and videos, it was less than what the strangers on the internet had seen of Reeti. But nothing beats the real thing.
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Her flat tummy, her smooth brown skin, her delicious supple thighs all those things, out in the open, in the living room, in the broad day light.
Reeti was about to undo her bra clasp when Prakash said, “That’s okay, you can keep those on.”
He fished out the folded piece of paper from his pocket, and gave it to Reeti. She unfolded it and read the text. Prakash had beginning to get fond of her confused face. Before she could ask what it was for, Prakash said, “Hold that piece of paper near your breasts, and pose sexy.”
He took out his phone and pointed at Reeti.
“What is this for?” Reeti asked, still trying to read the text. It was username and bunch of other text that she could read but not understand. Crass names words like bhabhigonewild, youngpussies, brownhotties.
Prakash clicked a picture of Reeti, in her underwear, reading a piece of paper. Reeti was one of those girls who had a naturally sexy posture. When she had taken her kurti off, she had been conscious about being in her bra. But now that her focus was on the piece of paper, she was back to standing upright, with her chest pushed out. Prakash wished he could kiss her then. He probably would have, but the kiss would have given away how weak he was inside.
It wasn’t Reeti who would do anything he asked her to do. It was Prakash. All she had to was look at him, and smile, and be playful with her innocent and hot body. It wasn’t innocent anymore of course, being fucked, probably twice that day. The way she rubbed herself last night, Prakash knew that Reeti had loads of lust inside her. All he had to do is skirt around these walls of tradition and imaginary taboos. A young body like hers — it’d be a tragedy if it’s only his brother who gets to see it naked.
As Reeti was standing there in her underwear, with that piece of paper, and a camera pointed at her, she felt sexy. She didn’t want to, but she did. Without her clothes, being in her panty and bra in the living room, in the broad daylight — she didn’t feel shy, she didn’t feel awkward. Now and then, she will think that someone might ring the bell, or someone was watching her through the window. But instead of getting worried, she felt that tingle in her pussy, that thing she felt when she watched girls being broken by being fucked.
She felt it when she was walking to the bathroom to ask her devar to help her cum. She had felt it when she had taken off her night gown and clicked a picture of her bare breasts for Prakash.
When she looked at Prakash, she realized that he was already clicking pictures of her. Her cheeks felt warm. She felt warm between her legs. She could feel blood flowing to her breasts, as her heart raced. If she were naked, Prakash would have seen her nipples starting to harden, just by the simple act of being clicked while reading a piece of paper.
She didn’t let her face betray those feelings. She looked at into his eyes and said, “I will do it, but I want to know what is this for?”
Prakash took a deep breath, his square shoulders rose and fell as he did that. He was sitting with his legs apart, his short pant had crossed the middle of his thigh, exposing the faint signs of muscles their. Reeti stopped her eyes from wandering more around his body, and she held his gaze.
“Come and sit beside me,” he patted the sofa beside her, and started typing on his phone.
Reeti bit her lip, and moved to sit down. She looked at her clothes, lying uselessly on the floor. She sat beside her devar, in nothing except a panty and a bra. She sat down a little far away, maybe a foot of distance between them.
When Prakash saw this, he chuckled, “You have to sit closer to me, I have to show you something on the phone.” He patted a place closer to him.
Reeti lifted her ass, and slide towards him. When she was near him, she could smell him. The two brothers had very different smell. While Yogesh was always clean shaved, Reeti noticed the stubble on Prakash’s jaws. There was a faint pleasant smell on him, but she was sure he hadn’t bathed that day. She wondered if he washed himself after he came for her.
He turned to her. She was off her guard a little. Her face had softened by the curiosity of the the lewd thing she was being asked to do.
“Look at these girls. I want you to pose like them,” Prakash showed her the screen.
She scrolled. And scrolled. Picture after picture of naked or half naked girls holding a piece of paper in front of them. As she did that, Prakash explained why she needed to do it. He wanted people to know that u/RitaBhabhi2003 is actually about a girl, and that the girl knows that her pictures are being posted online.
She asked him, “But what is the point of this?”
That question made Prakash smiled. “Open the messages.”
The first message that Reeti clicked was a dick pic. “Oh my God,” she said, and looked away.
Prakash laughed out loud, “There are more like these. They want you to know that you made them hard. There are some short videos of men cumming for you.”
As he said this, Prakash wrapped his arm around Reeti’s naked waist. Reeti felt his warm hand on her naked skin. She felt his fingers dig into in her soft skin.
“Keep looking,” he said, in a low voice.
And Reeti looked. Messages after messages, telling her how hot she was. There was a message, with a dick that scared Reeti. It was thick, probably ticker than her mouth. The sender was holding his dick by the base, giving it a perspective of how big the dick was. Dark and hard, she wondered what it would be like to have it inside her? Will she be able to take it inside her mouth, the way Yogesh did in the morning? Will she survive being fucked by the dick?
She squeezed her thighs together as she thought these, starting to feel wet between her legs. The feeling was still alien to her, but it was fun nonetheless.
She read the messages asking for her pictures, in exchange of money. There was a guy who was willing to have ₹500 for a picture of naked ass. There was another who would pay ₹1000 if she took his name while she touched herself.
“These cannot be real. Do you know if they will pay us?” Reeti said, thinking out loud.
It was the first time she used the word “us”. She caught herself after that, realizing that she was getting all though curious about this. She was amazed though, to see the prices being put to each of her body parts. ₹500 for her ass, ₹800 for her pussy, ₹1000 if she rubbed herself and said some random name and moaned. It was weird being priced like that. She rubbed her thighs together, telling herself that being priced like this should not make her this wet.
“They will, if they know that you are real. Of course, you are Rita Bhabhi here, but all they want to be sure is that there is a girl with a body like yours, who is willing to pose naked, to do dirty things. They get hard, knowing that they are looking at married tits, especially such firm and young tits,” Prakash said, staring at her breasts.
Reeti’s cheeks flushed again. If she were fair like Gurleen, they would have reddened.
“How many people have seen my pictures?” Reeti asked, scrolling through messages, which didn’t seem to end.
“Countless. If I were to guess, I’d say, about 5000 or so,” Prakash said.
“5000!” Reeti exclaimed, widening her eyes.
Her face made Prakash smile. A warm smile, after all the harshness and rudeness.
“That’s a conservative guess. It’s probably more, way more. Just look at how many followers you have here, 630. And that’s when they are not sure if these pictures are really yours, or some recycled pictures. I cannot stress enough, how much more power you will have over your followers, if they knew that you’re into this,” Prakash said, and gave a gentle squeeze on her waist.
“What if someone knows?” Reeti said, the anxiousness creeping in.
“Tell me, how will somebody know your real name? We will take your photos against blank walls. The face will be cropped, maybe only till your chin. Only those who have seen you naked, and really closely naked will be able to say it’s you,” Prakash urged.
“But —” Reeti started saying.
“And, how many have seen you naked, up close?” Prakash interrupted her.
Reeti was quiet. Prakash and Yogesh, the two brothers. Those are the only ones who have seen her naked. Reeti didn’t imagine her husband being on such sites, looking for girls to jerk off to. Besides, now that she was his wife, she will make sure that he doesn’t have to scroll through sites like these, staring at naked girls, when he had her, who will gladly open her mouth and legs to make him cum.
So, that left Prakash as the only one who knew who Rita Bhabhi was. That seemed like a moot point.
“Okay,” Reeti said, nodding, handing him the phone. She stood up, and walked in front of Prakash, and held the piece of paper in front of her, just as she saw the girls doing it.
“Nice,” Prakash said, after clicking a few pictures.
“Now, maybe turn around, or pose in a fun way?” Prakash said.
“I don’t know how to do it,” Reeti said.
And that’s how, the innocent 19 year old girl, from a small village, newly married, with her hand still marked with the her wedding mehendi, ended up kneeling on the floor, naked, with only an A4 size paper to cover her decency.
Prakash was good at directing poses. He didn’t know that about himself, but once Reeti posed for the first picture, and told him that she didn’t know how to do ‘fun poses’ Prakash understood that there was a breakthrough. Things were easier from then on.
The very first pose that Prakash told her was to be on her fours with the paper held between her teeth. He went on to tell her to pose like a dog. Reeti laughed at that suggestion. Both of them were surprised that she was laughing, as she knelt on the floor, placed her palms flat on the floor. Prakash brought the paper closer to her mouth, and she clenched it between her teeth, bent over like a dog, on the living room floor.
As Prakash clicked the pictures, he saw how hot her breasts looked, still in the pesky bra. Her back had a natural arc to it. Prakash walked around her, clicking pictures of her from all angles. Reeti kept turning towards him, so that he always had the piece of paper in every picture.
The next set of photos were just for posting, Prakash said. Reeti was told to sit on the couch, and cross her legs and squeeze her breasts together with her arms. Then, she was told to open her legs wide and place her hand on her panty, as if she was touching herself through the panty.
Reeti did all that. But doing that, made her wet. Her pussy had started throbbing by then, her ears had stared to ring, welling up with desire. She saw Prakash touch his dick, adjusting it now and then. His erection was all too obvious during all these. Seeing that made her even more restless. And when Prakash asked her to touch herself through the panty, she didn’t stop herself.
In between pictures, she kept rubbing herself. Prakash saw that and said, “Should I make a video of your touching yourself?”
“Ummm,” that’s all Reeti said, before opening her legs wide and rubbing herself.
Prakash started recording. He said, “You can take off your panty if —”
Prakash couldn’t finish the sentence. Because, Reeti, slipped her hand under her panty and started rubbing herself.
He kept the video focused on her crotch. The bangles on her wrist clinked as she rubbed herself vigorously. She purred now and then, when she hit it just right. She kept swinging her knees, unable to determine how wide she would keep her legs open. She had shut her eyes by then, breathing heavily, pleasuring herself.
The sight of Reeti on the living room sofa, with her hand inside her panty, and rubbing herself was too much for Prakash. He stopped recording the video and said, “That’s all for now, you can put back your clothes.”
Reeti opened her eyes and shook her head. She wanted more. She wanted much more that afternoon.
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