Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 09:24:39 +0100 (BST) From: Alisha Mathew Subject: Steal-thy-brother's wife Part IX The rain had stopped, but the dripping of water from treetops continued. I looked at Gita, she too was awake. "What are you looking at? Are you satisfied now? You have fucked a virgin, do you know, Yes, I was a virgin", she said smilingly. "Are you satisfied Gita, it was you who was thirsty", I said. " So still blame is for the woman! you were madly chasing me till now, when you got me, you are putting blame on me, you will say I seduced you, I know", she said. "Okay, I don't argue, but its time we to move away and sleep separate, my brother or mother may come, the morning is minutes away", I said. "Okay, then you go now, I will sleep here", she turned to other side and the nakedness excited me. "Wow, not wearing anything, you have become very bold and beautiful, but remember the stains on the bed sheet, Brother can easily understand", I went out. "Fuck your brother, let him see, I want to be pregnant from you, I bet I am not going pregnant from that ass fucker", she covered her nudity simply by arranging the sheet over her. I gave a small pat on her fat buttocks, two lovely darlings, shining like full moon. I went to the kitchen and washed the glasses, stains, put Gita's clothes on the hangers arranged every object in its place. I dressed in a new dhoti, and slept in my bed. I slept for hours. "Vasu, Vasu, wake up", it was Ganesh's voice. I cursed him for disturbing the sweet dreams. "What's this baba, early morning?". I woke up cursing him. Ganesh was standing near the window. "Come its urgent!", he was anxious. I dressed up and went out, "What is the matter, heaven fall down?", I asked. "Look in this paper, there has been an accident, some jeep collided at a culvert and fell off it", Ganesh showed me a paper. "Oh, its nothing some guys drove madly in the heavy rain, most probably the liquor lobby", I was calm. "No, look at the number, its KLX 2323, the jeep at our junction, I doubt your brother traveled last day in it", Ganesh's face was grim. I was shocked, what to do then?. "Don't tell to his wife or your mother, better we two go there and enquire, perhaps your brother was not in it", Ganesh passified me. So I went out after waking up Gita who was still sleeping but dressed properly. "I will make tea", she said. "No, Ganesh has some emergency problem, I will come back after two hours", I started with Ganesh. We took an autorikshaw and reached the accident spot, which was ten kilometers away from my house. The jeep was damaged and I doubted if the causalities were alive. We went to government hospital and enquired. The nurse read the name of patient, the driver was alright with a few fractures, but the other name was of my brother. My head spinned, Ganesh supported me, when we saw my big brother in I.C.U my heart broke. He was completely surrounded by doctors, nurses and only his face was visible. Plasters, needles, glucose trips, blood bags oxygen cylinders and what not, he was seriously ill. After the initial shock was contained, I asked the doctor about his condition. "Oh, he will survive, but I don't think he can walk, both thigh bones are broken, spinal chord is also damaged, he will be alive but I prefer the other way", he gave his verdict in cold voice. So we returned in the same autorikshaw to home. The driver of jeep was discharged and he asked me to take him to his house, as he had to arrange the jeep to be lifted, it had no proper registration. On our way he started cursing my brother, "your brother, that idiot, I told him to stop and rest in the rain, but he wanted to go to that cheap lodge, to fuck those boys ,aren't he ashamed , married to the best chick in this village and still going to fuck some dirty ass, fully drunk, what a rogue!!, all the way he was singing abusive songs cursing goddess Kali, I told him not to play with goddess name. He was singing that fucking song about goddess, I expected the God would punish him someday, but now the god's office is fully computerized and the sinners get their reward immediately. At the very instant the jeep slipped, I applied brake but your brother, that idiot jumped out and rolled downward", he was cursing. What should I reply, I knew he was serious, I knew the driver's dilemma, his jeep is not insured nor registered, police will make him answerable for all misdeeds and possibly exploit a large sum of money as cover up charges. When I reached home, my parents were not there, Gita was singing in her room. She just had her bath and was on her daily routine wearing only the bra, applying powder in armpits, almost half nude but in a merry mood. When I entered the room, she hid her bosom by the wet towel and asked, "What is this? Vasu coming to my room when I am dressing, remember that I am still your husband's wife. Don't think you can repeat last night, what happened just happened but don't expect anything more, now please get out". "Gita chechy, its urgent, we have to go to a place immediately" "Which place, heaven?! Didn't we go there last night?" "No, be serious, there is some problem, there was an accident last night, perhaps your husband was in the spot", I tried to be calm. "Ha, ha, your brother. accident! never! he is an iron man, nothing can harm him, don't stare like that Vasu, Haven't you seen these well, you bad boy", she was giggling with mock anger adjusting the straps of her black brassieres. "Shit, there is a jeep accident, and your husband traveled in it last night, we have to go to hospital", I was angry. "Oh, no! never!, Vasu tell me did you see him? Is he alive, I know its my curse, I betrayed him, I betrayed him and he met with accident. Vasu, you are a venom, didn't I tell you not to commit sin? Oh, God! Forgive me, I did sin. I will never repeat it, please save my husband", she began crying. "Now will you stop and come with me, he is alive but some injuries, I saw his face, its okay, but doctor doubts about fractures, please hurry". When we reached there it was a pathetic scene, Gita was crying mad, cursing herself, saying "my sin!, forgive me lord, my sin!", I was afraid if someone doubt that I made an affair with her last night. Fortunately none bothered her yelling's, and a nurse gave a sedation injection to her. When my parents came it was evening. The doctors were planning an emergency operation for spinal area. We could see brother again only on next day. The operation was success and they plastered his legs and put some weights here and there. He spent one week in the hospital bed like that as if an astronaut had just arrived from space. After that the plasters were removed. My brother smiled at me, he was drinking rice soup and Gita was nursing him with a smile. "Tomorrow we can go home, but first I want to go to Gita's home, we will come next week, till then you have to manage the shop along with father, we cant keep it closed", brother said. I and Ganesh paid the medical bills and retuned to our house. One month rolled away, and there were no signs of my brother returning from his wife's house. It was a surprise for all of us. My brother spent almost one month at his wife's residence!. I guessed Gita and brother might have patched up and perhaps he was fucking her regularly. Most probably she might get pregnant either by me or my brother, anyway life was going to be smooth once again. From now on I will respect my brother's wife and never misbehave with her, I decided. On Sunday my parents and I went to enquire about his progress of recovery and reached Gita's residence by jeep. There was a gloomy atmosphere. Her father gave us a dry smile and Gita was looking so desperate and sad. There was no sign of my brother. "Where is Raghu, how is he?", my mother asked. "Oh, my son-in-law!, he is alright and healthy, but I don't know what to say, my daughter's life is completely spoilt. I don't know who to blame, perhaps the God is playing with all of us. Anyway you may take them to your place, I don't want to see my daughter living like a widow in my house", Gita's father talked. I did not understand what was the problem. If my brother is alright and healthy then what was the problem? Why was Gita's father talking sarcastically? "What's problem Gita, Is he making quarrels here? Does he drink?, tell me we can find a solution for any problem", my mama asked Gita. "Amma, there is only one solution, I have decided it, but you must all agree", we looked around and saw my brother wearing a saffron robe like a saint, he had changed a lot, for the first time I was seeing him sporting a beard, he looked so calm and divine. What happened to that horny husband? My mother hugged him with care and passion like a child. "What is the problem, Reghu, did you quarrel with Gita's father?", mama enquired. My father looked like a fool, he was ignorant of any of the problems unlike me. "Mama, I had done so many sins in my life, now God had taken revenge on me. I cannot be a husband anymore, the accident took my manhood away, I can't be no longer the old Reghu", he declared calmly. Gita started crying aloud. "Don't say like that, we can treat at medical college, you will be alright". "There is no treatment for this, your son cannot be a man anymore, his virility is taken away by god. The spinal chord had some problem, the nerves no longer function, the doctor had told it to me when discharged. We just came here after consulting our sidha vaidyan Edison, he too says it's impossible. He can live happily but his organ is useful only for pissing, that's the problem simply", Gita's uncle suddenly appeared on the scene. "Altogether my daughter's life is gone for ever, even after six months she did not get pregnant, all the ladies married at that time have now delivered', Gita's mother too joined the conversation. The subject was not an arguable one in public anyway. I could understand the pathetic situation, Gita had to live like a widow or apply for a divorce. That was the only solution. "Come Gita, pack up your things, we may go to our house and discuss things, perhaps some good doctor can cure", my mama asked Gita. "No, I am not allowing my daughter to live with a corpse forever, you don't know how many guys came here for her alliance, she is young, I am not going to send her to your house like a servant. You take care of your son, but I am not sending my daughter, its settled. I will marry her to some other man. I want a grand child and my only daughter should not suffer like this, you may take your son with you but not Gita", her father was adamant. "No daddy, I don't want to divorce him, a wife should care for her husband till his deathbed, I don't want any happiness, but I don't want a divorce too!, I am going with them", Gita was pleading. What a dilemma, my father was also gloomy. Anyway we returned to our house without any delay. One week passed. We consulted so many physicians and ayurvedic doctors. All were unable to do anything miracle. My brother invited all relatives to a religious worship to be conducted at our residence on coming Sunday. My brother asked my sisters to assemble as he was going to announce some decisions. My parents, Gita, my two sisters and I were thinking what would be his decision. He began talking when we were gathered and none outsiders were present, "I want all of you to listen carefully to me and agree to my decisions. First of all I am not interested to do business anymore, I am leaving everything to Vasu and father. I am going to a religious place, I want to join Karunakara guru's Ashram and the third and important decision is Gita should marry Vasu, and you must all agree to all of these". The bomb had fallen. Gita cried, "No Reghu Chetta, I don't allow you go alone, I wont marry Vasu, I am coming with you, I too join the Ashram". "No, I want to go alone, you are not coming with me. I don't want any family relations from now on. I want to repent on my sins. Vasu has to marry Gita. She is a treasure, which I don't want to go outside our family. Vasu and Gita are almost equal age but that doesn't matter. They care for each other, they can be a good couple. Whatever you say my life with Gita is now over and I wont change that decision. Gita and Vasu can marry if they both agree, its my proposal. Take it or leave it, please", Reghu brother was firm. "If your decision if final, I want Gita to be here only, Vasu has to marry her", my mother had taken the decision. "No, Vasu was my brother, I cannot marry him, and we cannot be a husband and wife. All villagers will mock at us. "I don't like it", Gita was not yielding. "Do you love Vasu?", my father asked Gita. "Oh, I think it's a good decision. Vasu can marry his brother's wife. It's not uncommon. So many marriages takes place like that when the army men die. Recently when our neighbour Bhaskar died in bike accident, his wife was four month pregnant. They forced her to marry the younger brother who was three years younger than her. Now I see them very happy and she is going to deliver next baby", my elder sister joined. "What is Vasu's opinion?", Reghu brother asked me. I didn't say anything. My mother interfered, "He doesn't answer because he think he is only studying. But I don't want Gita to go away to some other house, she has to remain here till my last breath, so let Vasu marry her". I was too confused, why those people never asking Gita's opinion. Was it so cool to have a divorce and marry husband's own brother whatever may be the compelling reasons. Then my brother asked me to come outside, he took me to the lemon tree's shade, he put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Vasu, I know it is very difficult and how much you respected her as your brother' sister. But to tell you a truth, she is still a virgin, I did not make any husband wife relations with her, it's a fact which I did not disclose to anybody, I had some problems and god did not forgive me for my misdeeds, now I am as good as a corpse to her. You have to take care of her responsibility, its my sin that she become almost a widow now, so you have to obligue, as a brother you too have responsibility to repent on my sins. Nothing harm is going to happen, you will adjust with an early marriage, Gita is a nice girl, she loves you, I know it, it wont be much difficult to have husband-wife relation after the initial mental confusions, please take my word, she is the best woman one could get", he was sobbing at the end. So everyone agreed and after one week Gita's parents came with not much interest. Gita too lacked any spirit. The village head came to our house and before the picture of a deity, he game two big rose flower made harams(flowers bunched together) and asked Gita to put into my neck which I returned. "Now you are husband and wife, what about a new mangal sutra (small chain with a locket to indicate wife status by Hindu women in our country)? ", the village head asked. "She already have one, isn't it sufficient", my mother asked. "No, lets remove the old one, make a string with turmeric paste coated and put the locket in it and let Vasu tie it on Gita's neck". When the old chain was broken Gita cried, but others pacified her. My brother took the old chain and gave it to my elder sister as a gift from him, which she hungrily accepted. Thus the ceremony was over. Quite unexpectedly Gita and I became husband and wife. The function ended at 11 a.m. There was a small feast for the gathering. Gita's parents left soon without any interest. My brother took a small bag and went to his ashram in a car after biding good bye to all, he put his hands on his ex-wife's head and blessed her. Gita was sobbing all the time. The people left soon. It was at night, I found the difficulty. Till the previous day I and Gita were like brother and sister (none knew about that night, even I had started believing it was a dream or nightmare) and at present we are husband and wife. When the supper was over, my sisters asked me to join Gita in bedroom. "No, I will sleep in my bed", I said. "Your bed, ha,ha its all past, baba, now you have to spend night with your wife. We will send Gita as a bride soon, you wait for her in Gita's bed room". The sisters giggled and put me in Gita's room. I sat on the cot, thinking about the time I hid under the cot and saw my brother fucking Gita in the ass. I felt all these incidents awkward and unexplainable. After some time, I heard a laugher and giggling. My sisters pushed Gita to enter the room with a glass of milk, dressed in Kerala style bridal dress, with a lot of jasmine flowers decorating her hairs. Gita closed the door and came to me. She gave me the milk and I took a sip. "Please leave some for me, your brother drank all of it in our first night, I don't want it to happen in my second first night too!". I gave the rest to her and she drank it humbly. I could not believe it. Till yesterday she was the boss and I was a humble subordinate, and all of a sudden a role reversal occurred. I became the boss overnight due to my position as a husband, and she had metamorphosed to a shy bride from her previous angry lion postures. She stood near the bed, as if waiting for me to give permission. I did not understand any of this. I was still feeling a peeping Tom caught red handed by her in her private room. How will our attitude get changed? After waiting for some time she sat on the cot. I was tired. I did not remember anything else. When I was awake Gita had gone to kitchen and fine morning light was falling on my face through the windows opened. I went to the well, drew a bucket of water, brushed my teeth and went for my morning chores. When I was returning after a bath from the canal, Vilasini (Villu) appeared from behind a coconut tree. "Congratulations!, so you got your Gita didi as your wife!!. Congratulations again, did you screw her last night. I bet you did, your face tells it. So your dreams now have come true. Did you look for any leaches down there, is it shaved or bushy?", Villu asked me. "What's wrong with you, have you loosen your nuts, what rubbish are you telling. You know its not my fault. Everything happened, men proposes god disposes!", I said. "But you got a fine chick which you were craving, peeping, coolly, as if put in a silver plate and offered to you, some men are lucky, they get everything without any effort, such things which he never expects, he cannot expect as he knows very well that he doesn't deserve it. Tell me the black magic you did, whom did you consult? Who was the witchcraft, may I know?". "What's wrong with you Vilasini? Don't you know how all things happened? I am finding it very difficult to adjust to it. Till yesterday she was like an elder sister, almost a mother to me and today she is my wife. Do you know how difficult it is?", I asked. "Ha,ha great joke, mother like!, shit, and you peep into her bed room, you peep when she bath, and say she is mother like!!, you are then a mother fucker!", Villu was not leaving me. "What's in it for you, do you want her to eat your pussy again? I have no objection, if she wants to eat your pussy then go for it! But you don't expect to eat Gita's pussy anymore. Isn't the reason you came quarreling today. I know what's in your mind". "Shit!, stop such rubbish. I thought your were loving me!", Villu's face became red with blush and anger. "I was Villu, but fate is fate, what can we do? We are toys in the hand of might god!", I left her to take breakfast. Gita was waiting for me to serve breakfast, like an obedient servant. "Where is mother?", I asked. "Mother has gone to market, to buy fish for her son, newly married son and his wife!, we too are leaving today. So the newlyweds will be alone and can have an indoor honeymoon right away", my sisters replied in chorus. "Have you got anything else to do? Always pestering me? Don't you know how difficult to look yesterday's Gita chechy as wife Gita today? Am I an animal? I was respecting her till last day", I argued with my sisters. "Vasu, come to this room, I want to tell you something", my elder sister called me. When I joined her, she bolted the room and said, "Eda Vasu, don't play innocent like a pope. We knew everything. Your leach hunting in Gita's .... I don't tell which place, your peeping into her room, we knew everything. By god's grace things happened in your favour, else we might have seen brother killing brother. So don't play so innocent to us, perhaps you can fool mother and father, perhaps that ape Reghu too!", I lost color from my face. That bloody Villu was gossiping about us, I was sure. "Break fast is served, please come Vasu Etta", Gita was calling me ('Etta' means 'big brother or respected husband") lovingly. "Go, go Vasu Ettaaaaaaaaaa", my sister mocked Gita's respected tune. Fortunately they did not comment anything to Gita and left by afternoon. The lunch was nice with mushrooms; special dishes made of fish, sweets etc. When I had lunch I was in a mood to sleep, my mother went out taking coconut leaves folded basket to cut grass, giving enough chances for an indoor honeymoon. When I had a little nap, Gita too joined me in the cot. "What a sleep last night!, you didn't ask if I want to lay side by side, why you become so serious Vasu Etta". "Cut the crap, stop this Etta call!, call me Vasu as before, please". "No, wife should not call husband by name, you are my respected husband now!", Gita was coy. "Why are you not calling me my name?", she asked again. "Till yesterday you were my brother's respected wife now you become my wife, actually I am yet to adjust with this marriage idea", I said. "But I am your wife now, call me, my name, call me now, I want to hear it". "Okay Gita deedee, no Gita!". "That's not enough call me again, like you call Villu, Geetaa!", she was behaving like a kid. "Geetakuteeeee!" " ayyo, nice, I love it call me like that Geethakkutty, I love it!! yes! chettaaaaaaaa (dear hubby)...!" Gita was happy. "Did you like that name Geetakkuteee when I called long back?", I asked. "Yes, I loved it". "So you were pretending angry with me, you liked my affections!" "Yes, every woman likes to be admired, loved, cherished, respected, but love is above all, all a woman need in this world is love. She will surrender to any Tom, Dick and Harry if she feels he is loving him", Gita said. "How did you know I love you?". "Women know when someone loves her. It's her built in talent. A look, a sparkle of eye, a sigh when we pass, we get the message!". "Wow!, what a philosopher!", I said. "That's an ideal wife". "But as per Indian mythology the definition of wife is something different. Karyeshu mathri sayaneshu vesya, haven't you heard it. "Means!" "Efficient like a minister to a king, but in bed like a well experienced prostitute!". "How can a wife be a prostitute? Aren't you ashamed to make wife a prostitute?! It's a bad word for woman, don't you know?". "Its bad now, but in ancient times prostitutes were having equal social status like wives. People visited prostitutes and loved their wives too. Prostitutes in old era were highly educated, knowledgeable, experts in everything, from administration to plain intercourse!". "Oh intercourse, your favorite topic. How can a wife become efficient like a prostitute?" "She must seduce, educate, explore, excite, take men to heaven!". "How, I have heard prostitutes first take money, then lie spread and gave men what they want to do with her body, so where is the seduction?" "Its modern prostitutes, the saying meant prostitutes in those old golden days, they will write, sing, dance, quotes poetry, reveal their body slowly exciting men every instant, do whatever things men ask to them". "Did they take it in ass too!?", she asked. "They were capable of taking it even in their nostrils!". "So what do you expect from this poor humble wife, you too want my ass only. I thought my second husband would prefer my sweet front hole". "Okay, make tea, I want to plant some teakwood saples which Ganesh brought. Take a pick axe and follow me, quick march!", I ordered. While we were planting those plants near our compound wall, Vilasini appeared with a goat and some collected leaves as its food. "Oh honeymooning by planting trees? I haven't heard honey moons performed this way", she said at us. "Oh, where are you two goats going?" " Not two, one goat!, To make this goat eat, leaves of jackwood!", Villu said. "It eat only leaves!". "Unlike men, alas they eat only leaves!, it doesn't eat grass". "I would eat grass if the meadow is good!", I tried pun. "You are interested in cutting meadow rather than eating!", Villu shot back. "Stop double meaning dialogues, my dear husband, don't make your wife jealous. I won't allow any seducing others anymore. If you try seducing neighbours,the hell hath no such fury than me, remember", Gita said in a humourous way. Villu had gone by the time we finished gardening. "Now I want a bath at the canal water, are you coming?", I asked Gita, my wife. " Yes, but I don't have spare clothes, I will sit at the shore only, perhaps leaches are there even now!, but a wife has to follow her husband, so I am also coming". When we reached the canal there was enough water and water was crystal clear, perhaps they might have opened the dam's shutters. None knew about it so there was nobody around. I jumped into the canal only my drawers on and left other clothes ashore. "Why don't you join me?", I asked Gita. "No, I don't have towel or spare clothes, not now, if someone comes its shame". "Oh, don't worry, we may start our honeymoon from this canal, none seemed aware of dam's shutters opened today, come I insist". Then Gita too reluctantly started removing her blouse. She opened her blouse and then followed by her bra, under skirt. Then she hiked the lungi she was wearing to cover her breasts, and joined me in water with a hiss shound indicating its cold in water. As soon as she joined me, my knickers struggled, as my phallus was erect. "Does this have no other job?, its always in this condition, an iron rod!", Gita exclaimed. At the next instant she slipped and the lungi was flown away down the canal. "Oh...hh please catch it Vasu Etta, my lungi!, its flowing down, please catch it, I don't have anything on me", she cried. The lungi was now reached few meters down and stuck at a bramble. "Don't worry, we will take it when we go back, now we can bath, as moss is there none will see you are naked here". "No,no, please take that skirt I will wear it, I cant swim like the day I was born here in public, anyone can come, you are not the only peeping boy here, I know a few boys", Gita lamented. Then I swam to her and touched her nipples, and started inspecting it. "What's there, leach?", there was fear in Gita's voice. "No, something bit, small fish I hope", I said pinching her nipples. "No, they might have come thinking it's their mother for drinking its milk", Gita chuckled. "There is another big eel fish, you want to see it?", I asked. "where, where let me see", "Give me your hand I will give it to you else it will slip away", Gita extended her hands to me, I took my phallus out and placed it in her hand. "Ohh...oooooooo, its not eel, its my husband's tool!, why this is struggling like this?" . "It saw a big den, it was to enter the den". I longed my hand to touch Gita's shoulders and I began to apply soap there. I caught the long hairs sprouted from her armpits and was floating like wild moss in the clear water. "Geethakutty you have never shaved here isn't it, how long your pit hairs are, that's why you emit a sweet smell when you are sweating". "Chee, take your hands from there, ladies don't shave there, what's the use of blades for a lady anyway, its you gents shave and cut hairs. Those hairs are god given to me, let it remain in its place", Gita was ticklish when I tried to kiss her armpits and bit the long hairs. "Alright, I don't ask you to shave, its nice to see ladies having a lot of pit hair, its an indication of how hairy their pussies are, in fact your hairy pits looks like a fine pussy to me". "Ok then soap me!", Gita turned away. I put a small piece of soap and lathered it in my palms and started soaping her broad shoulders and the smooth back, which looked like an elephant's forehead to me. I began to soap each nook and corner of her body above water level and I was forgot she was standing half nude in the open. "Are you soaping me or making me wet?" "Both!, I want to make you wet, you haven't got wet like this after marriage, am I true, I want you to understand how a husband can make you wet!". "You are true, my ex-husband never bothered to do such things to me, let me feel your hands all over me, I love you", unknowingly she was caressing my big phallus when she said that. "Okay, now lets stop this open honey moon, some one may come, we will go home and do such naughty things", Gita said. "Let me soap your boobs, Gita , I can't take my hands away from these big globes, see how smooth they are, two little darlings, let me catch these wild strawberries", I soaped her breasts and twisted her black taut nipples. "Oooh, leave me alone, if you take that much time there, then what time it will take to soap other important areas", Gita was childish. "I forgot, let me soap your triangle", I inserted a finger into her hot pussy, even though we were standing in water, her inner pussy folds were warm, and I felt I have put my fingers into a tube full of hot oil. "Here also hairs have grown, it was about three months now the accident, isn't it", I was feeling the dark mattress of her pubic region. Once shaved the hairs start fast growing there. "Yes, it was a neglected region since that rainy night". "Didn't do anything to this area, while alone at night?". "Don't play, you want me to say I finger every night, sorry, I doesn't do it, unless I am terribly hot. Do you want to grow hair there or not?", Gita asked me. "As you please I like both, it is always a surprise when I see there is shaved when I least expect it, that's called sweet surprise". I lathered again and applied it on her deep navel and down below. "This navel of you, it looks deeper than your pussy hole, perhaps I may use it when you are on periods", I commented. "You use anywhere, but this is too much, I cant suffer like this, I am getting aroused baba, lets go home and do something, someone might come". "Lets clean here nicely", I opened the pussy folds and water gushed into those orifices and Gita was giggling with new ticklish feelings." Don't spread so open, tiny fish may bite me inside". "Let them enter its nice to feel those tiny things move their tiny tails fluttering inside your pussy". "No I don't allow any tiny tot, except this big eel", she was again caressing my big tool. I returned to her marvelous buttocks, what a fine two pieces of stiff meat, I pressed and pinched there, then I felt her anus and inserted a finger into it. "Take your hands away, don't complain foul smells afterwards", Gita tried to move my hands. "But I love that smell, its too very nice ". "Like elder brother like younger one", "you too Brutus!, anyway take your hands, I don't like it ". "Okay, now spread your legs and stand still, let me touch your little clitty", I inserted a finger and spread her upper folds of the pussy triangle and the pebble like clitoris came into contact with my forefinger. "oooooooooh, don't touch there, I will loose control". "So this is your magic control switch, your master switch", I dived into water and took it between my lips, "ooooooooohhhhhhh hhhhhhhha Agggggggggggggagggggggggggg", Gita lost balance and fell into the water. Then we heard something fallen into the water. Had some naughty boy joined us in water?. Gita hid her nudity by diving into the deeper water, and I saw a coconut fallen near us. "Don't worry, it is a coconut", I said. "Its not a dry one, its raw look if someone is on the coconut tree, anyway lets stop bathing now, we were too careless, Vasu Etta, please take my skirt and give it me, hurry up". I took the lungi back from the brambles carefully and gave it to her. We quickly dried ourselves and just when we climbed the steps I saw a group of women with a bundle of clothes reached the spot. If we had spent five more minutes they would have found us naked and naughty in the water. The coconut saved us from the situation. I took it in one hand, when we entered our property boundary, Vilasini appeared as if from nowhere and asked, "Vasu, now give me that coconut". "Why?, its from canal, I took it from water, what right have to ask for it", I asked her. "Then it was me who threw it to you, otherwise those ladies might have seen some people in our village acting like in English films". Gita's face was red with blush, she said softly, "Thank you Vills, you saved me from an embarrassment". "Only we women help each other, the men are foolish, they want their pleasure and never bothers about the embarrassment can happen to us. After all your new husband is such a fool and a careless person", Villu shot at us. "Anyway my wife is so lucky to have a caring neighbour", I said. "Ok, don't fight with her, dear husband, at least thank for saving from a disgraceful situation', Gita took my hand and we walked to our home. This night is going to be our first night, I decided. (to be continued)