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Fucking My Sister at Her Wedding!

It was a perfect June afternoon. The temperature wasn’t overly hot and the sky was clear with white, puffy clouds scattered around, only occasionally passing in front of the sun. The sounds of birds fluttering about the trees clustered around us filled the air, accompanied by the distant roar of waves crashing against the beach far below.

In front of us, about thirty feet from the cliff’s edge before it dropped off into the deep blue of the Indian Ocean, was an elegant white latticework arch, adorned with flowers and mounted on an elevated platform. The officiant puttered around, making sure everything was absolutely perfect lest the bride let him hear about it later.

“So now that we’re here, do you believe it yet?” Rakhi smiled at me, waggling her eyebrows. Read more »

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A Blackmail in the Family

I hadn’t seen my sister Shruti for about 1 year and was quite shocked to see how much she had changed; not only in her appearance but also in the way she talked and acted. She stopped living with me and Ishu about 1 year ago,Ishita got a job in London and Shruti dropped out of everything and travelled around. When she returned home she got mixed up with some very unsavoury characters and eventually took off again with this guy, a real low life who was into everything…drugs, prostitution, you name it, he was into it.

I realised she still was beautiful only now the look of innocence was gone and was replaced by one of streetwise hardness. , she was wearing a very short skirt and the thin, tight vest showed she was bra less as her nipples could easily be seen.

Shruti took the drink I offered her and sat on the couch, we made small talk for a while, I asked her what she had been up to. She told me the guy she had been living with had been arrested for supplying drugs and was serving a prison sentence, apparently when they were together he paid for everything, she never had to work, then when hw was not around money dried up and eventually she got evicted from her apartment because she had not paid the rent. She got a job in a club as a waitress… “The money was crap, then I met up with a girl “Namrita” who worked as an escort” Read more »

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The Wedding

The beach. It was a perfect June afternoon. The temperature wasn’t overly hot and the sky was clear with white, puffy clouds scattered around, only occasionally passing in front of the sun. The sounds of birds fluttering about the trees clustered around us filled the air, accompanied by the distant roar of waves crashing against the beach far below.

In front of us, about thirty feet from the cliff’s edge before it dropped off into the deep blue of the Indian Ocean, was an elegant white latticework arch, adorned with flowers and mounted on an elevated platform. The officiant puttered around, making sure everything was absolutely perfect lest the bride let him hear about it later.

“So now that we’re here, do you believe it yet?” Rakhi smiled at me, waggling her eyebrows. Read more »

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Summer Romance

Have you ever noticed how little things — a smell — a texture — a song, can bring back a memory so vivid you’d swear you were there, in that moment, once again? I heard a song on an oldies radio station this afternoon and my thoughts sped immediately back to the autumn of my junior year in high school.

These days I’d be called a nerd; back then I was just a little weird. I played with electronics, knew how to sabotage a classroom movie projector, and got good grades in science and math. Yup, a nerd before the word was invented. I wasn’t at all experienced in dating. Sure, I’d gone to a few school dances the preceding year, and I met a girl at one as a kind of informal date. But I’d never done the whole “pick her up, do something, take her home, dare I say kiss her goodnight” dating thing. Even at the dances, I was way too inhibited to let loose and really enjoy myself. I’d usually hang around the edges with the other guys who couldn’t dance and spent the time trying to pretend that we really didn’t care. What a lie. We cared a lot; we just didn’t know what to do about it.

Lack of transportation can be a big obstacle to dating as well. Who wants your parents or older brother to be your driver on a date? I’d gotten my license last May, but my parents were very cautious and didn’t let me drive with anyone but family in the car until mid-summer. Being the oldest, by a few months, of my group of buddies, going double hadn’t been an option either. Read more »

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The Car-Ride from Mumbai to Pune

It was a hot October Friday evening when we were required to travel to Pune for something. We were initially planning to go Saturday morning but then had to settle for Friday evening. Obviously, we were late and reached Dadar station around 9 Pm. The regulars would know it is always crowded but that being Friday evening there was extra rush of people returning to Pune. We went to the MSRTC counter to see if any tickets were available. But there weren’t any. We were approached by private Volvo buses but they were charging way too extra so we finally settled for a private car (Tata Sumo). The driver agreed to drop us near Pimpri station for a nominal cost.

But it wasn’t a very convenient adjustment. There were 10 people in Sumo other than the driver. There were 2 seating beside the driver, 4 in the middle seat and we had to adjust with 2 more men on the last 2 vertical seats. Richa wasn’t too happy about it but we just pushed ourselves into it. And the driver was driving fast and soon made his way through the traffic beyond Sion. I and Richa were seated on one of the vertical seats while there were two other men seating opposite us. They were carrying one small travel bag with them each and we had one for us. There was no extra space for luggage so we had to keep it on our laps.

As we relaxed into the vehicle, I started noticing the two men secretly checking Richa out. She too probably sensed it but was not that bothered. Read more »

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How to Get an Indian Wife – Episode I

Episode I

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My wife’s cell phone buzzed and rang multiple times to announce the arrival of several text messages as soon as she turned the phone on after the pilot announced it was okay to do so.

“So Arundhuti.” I said icily, “I guess those are all text messages from Dave?”

Arundhuti ignored me and her fingers worked the keyboard furiously as she replied to the text messages.

“Only two of them.” Arundhuti said once she got done. “The third was from my sister saying Bablu is doing fine.”

“And what did Dave want? Some recipe perhaps?”

Dave was our neighbour and “friend” back in New Jersey. He was divorced and lived next door, and lived with his son who was the same age as Bablu – 6. I had started off liking Dave when we moved into his neighbourhood a year back. He was friendly, his son and Bablu got along very well, and he seemed genuinely helpful. Which he still was. Read more »

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