“I’ve a confession to make,” Nimmi told them.
Dev and Riya looked at his aunt from across the room. They were getting ready to join the rest of the family for breakfast, having just had their shower together. Of course, they had more than just a shower. He had gotten into the groove that his uncle had confessed into being trapped in: milky tits. And with the shower running at full blast, he had just about almost emptied the milk from his wife’s gorgeous tits.
“You mean after all that happened yesterday?” he asked her, laughing so hard, his body shook.
Nimmi had to smile at the way he said it. Riya too began to laugh.
“Yes, Dev, after all that happened.”
“What’s that?” Riya asked, buttoning up her blouse.
“Yes. Do tell us what that confession is about,” Dev added, looking into the full-length mirror, satisfied that his t-shirt and shorts were fitting him right.
“Your dad and mom are arriving tonight, right?”
Dev looked glum as he nodded. “Yes, I know. With the baby.”
“I wonder how we possibly could get together like we did yesterday with them around,” Riya said, aware that she was blushing.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” Nimmi was still smiling.
“You bet she did!” Dev exclaimed. “You folks gave us an entirely new dimension to fucking. I never had thought that milky tits, oh hell, all kinds of tits would be so wonderfully erotic.”
“Like father, like son,” Nimmi murmured in a low voice.
“Wh-what??” Dev was stunned when he heard his aunt talking about his father.
“That’s a part of the confession, I guess,” Nimmi looked anxiously at him. She could see that Riya was equally shocked.
“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about!” Dev said unsteadily.
“Look, Dev. And you too, Riya, listen to me. Let’s cut the bullshit, okay. I’m going to keep this short and to the point. Vivek was only slightly younger than you when I had Hari. Three years on, Sheena happened. And you came to Shreya two years before I had Hari. That meant that for over five years, your mom and me had our tits filled up with milk.”
She paused and looked at them hesitantly.
“And?” Dev prompted.
“Ajit caught the milky tits disease from your dad,” she ended up lamely.
Dev had a look of bewilderment on his face. Riya gasped.
“Dad?” Dev’s voice was choked.
“Yes. Let me make myself clear. Your dad is Ajit’s cousin…”
“We all know that, but dad…?”
“Let me finish. Vivek was dating Shreya for almost a year before I met Ajit. And I was the proverbial younger sister who always looked up to Shreya, god, I worshipped her. Secretly, I used to fantasize about your Dad. And when I met Ajit, he seemed to be so much like Vivek. Maybe not in his looks, but everything that they did was so damned alike. By the time your dad married my sister I had begun dating Ajit. We were married the next year.
“You know that initially, we lived in the same city for over an year before moving down south. That was enough time for us to get into the swapping game.”
“What the hell?!” Dev was astounded. It seemed incredible to him (and also to Riya) that these two couples could do that.
“That was the reason that we never came down to your place. We wanted to keep it to ourselves. By the time you were about five years old, we stopped coming to your place. Instead, Vivek and sis did all the traveling.”
“How did it happen?” Riya asked in a small voice.
“This is unbelievable!” Dev’s voice was husky. “I just can’t believe it!”
“I thought it would be better that you guys know about it before they arrive tonight,” Nimmi told them. “As to your question, Riya, it isn’t a very long story, I guess. Those were the seventies and the flower children had already happened; the expression for peace and love was nothing more than sex and those were the years when accessibility to porno was easier than getting a bottle of Scotch.”
“Ok, ok,” Dev interrupted. “Tell us how it happened though I can draw the picture fairly well.”
In his mind, he could see his parents, naked, cavorting with his uncle and aunt. He remembered what he had always told Riya. “Honey, if mom was an inch shorter, she would be a splitting replica of aunt.”
Riya had studied her mother-in-law and Nimmi closely and had drawn out the few points that distinguished the two sisters.
“Mom’s taller, I agree, Dev. But overall, she is more, uh, petite. Maybe it’s the way she carries herself and dresses. She wears conservative dresses. And waist down, Mom’s much slimmer; in case you haven’t noticed it. Her shoulders aren’t so wide as your aunt’s and her body tone is much firmer. As to the similarity of their faces, I have to agree that they both look identical; well, almost. Mom’s got slightly thinner lips and her eyebrows are much more pronounced.”
She could have gone on, but Dev had laughingly put up his hands in mock surrender. He had also felt embarrassed when his wife had spoken about mom’s ‘waist-down’ and had changed the subject.
Now, in his mind he pictured his mom naked and lying on the bed with his father on her top. Nimmi had mentioned his fetish about milky tits and he could almost see his Dad suckling from Shreya’s ample bosom. He felt a tightening between his legs and had to flop down on the bed, bending forward so that his wife and aunt wouldn’t notice the bulge.
Nimmi let out a deep sigh and walked slowly over to the bed, sitting beside her nephew. She patted the other side of the bed and motioned for Riya to sit down as well. Riya, quite dumbly, obeyed.
Sitting between the couple, Nimmi leaned back, putting her hands behind her, resting her palms on the mattress. She was dressed in a short housedress and when she leaned back, they could see her tits thrusting against the flimsy garment. She closed her eyes and began:
“Well, we used to go the Garden Top restaurant every weekend. Just the four of us; and we would sit there around our favorite table set in the back of the woods. It was almost a year after my marriage that we decided to have a small party there. It was your dad’s birthday and believe me, hardly an hour after we settled down around the table and we had already started on the third bottle of wine.
“We sisters were seated opposite to each other and between our husbands around the circular table and the wine had pretty much loosened us up. There was a lot of general talk and sure as hell, it got down to sex. It was hilarious, I can tell you, when Vivek demonstrated how to put a condom around the shaft. He used a real condom and slipped it down his middle finger. He pulled out a couple more and asked Ajit to try out. My husband could never get the hang of it; he kept tearing the rubber off. We were all laughing and giggling.
“That was when, obviously feeling high and light, I blurted out how Vivek used to turn me on when he was dating Shreya. Vivek thanked me for the compliment, saying he was flattered and added that he wished he had noticed earlier. Whereupon, he got your mom’s elbow in his ribs.
