The Perfect Pair Perched Up There - Lesbian Sex

This is the story of deep love between sweet sister in laws.

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I was ecstatic! Not because I was going to be free from the family restrictions as I graduated from higher secondary school and matured to fly far and high. The real reason was a secret, I was to have higher studies in Cochin city, at Model Engineering College, Thrikkakara, in the northeastern suburbs. It is one of the prestigious engineering colleges in Kerala, where some of the best brains in the state landed up. That is intimidating indeed. But the real reason for my excitement was that I was asked to stay with my sister-in-law, my big brother's wife, Anna. My brother was employed abroad and he hits home only once a year. Anna stays on the 29th floor of a high-rise building at Kakkanad, the most modern part of the city, far away from the western parts which are fairly old and poverty-stricken. Kakkanad, in the eastern part of the city, is known for its high-tech industries and posh apartment buildings. The region is known for the rolling hills and verdant sceneries, unlike the western parts, plagued by flooding and poor drainages. Anyway, Anna is cooped up in the heavens overlooking the cityscape, with her sweet kids. However, this does not explain why I am excited!

There was only one reason for my brimming excitement. Anna is a fairly tall woman, 5'9'', which is a good match for my brother who is 6'2''. For a tall woman, she is not a thin flagpost lady, beauty lies in proportions, not in size. Her anatomy was in the right proportions. Her thick mane of hair was soft like the clouds, running an inch or two below her shoulder blades. She has a face that is cool and radiant like the full moon of September when the dust and suspended matter are washed away in the prolonged rains. Her black blue eyes are unfathomed oceans, eloquent and poetic, with which she bathes you oft. When she bathes me with her eyes, I feel a celestial warmth and inner joy. Her neck has an ivory sheen. In fact, her entire body has a charming healthy sheen. Though she has already mothered two kids, five and three years old, her stomach is still flat and thin. The hip of hers is remarkably wide, capable of bearing a good many children. But she has a pair of magnificently long legs, shaped beautifully. Not an inch of extra fat, healthy strong, and confident her strides are. So are her arms, long exquisite, and at the same time strong and delicate. In fact, her fingers are long silken, and alluring. anyway, she is the best specimen of perfect feminity and elegant poise.

Still, I did not tell you why I am excited! Always I worship her, for two divine entities she is endowed with. The first thing I noticed when she appeared at the church in her bridal makeup, was the pair of divine breasts. They sat there perched proudly and gracefully, inside the cream-coloured grown. It was six years ago. I have never ever been able to erase that vision. It is part of my most intimate and hallowed fantasies. On that day it occurred to me that heaven is her bust and if ever I reach heaven I will settle there, between her breasts. Thereafter I have always gone all the way to get a glimpse of those marvels. Hereinafter, it is my good fortune to be near those 36 D alabaster twins.

I am Martha Liya Thomas, eighteen years old, the youngest daughter of Thomas, a rich planter from Palai, I am 5'5'' in height, fairly good

looking, and taken to my parental charms. As we belong to the Syrian Christian aristocracy, both my parents are beautiful. I have long flowing silken hair, a toned and healthy figure, and breasts sized 34C, and still filling out. Certainly, I cannot ever hold a candle to my gorgeous sister-in-law, Anna, who I virtually worship.

She received me into her flat in her usual dress, a knee-length gray skirt and a pale green shirt, tucked in emphasizing her thin waist and luscious hips. More than that, her shirt highlighted the divine glories sitting magnificently on her chest. Because of the difference in height, my mouth was almost in front of her chest. Through the slit in between the button holes, I could get a glimpse of the cream-colored bra, which perfectly melted into her body. My mouth suddenly went dry, and my knees were giving in. I did not even hear her greeting me, her sweet angelic smile showered on me like moonbeams.

'Are you there Liya, is something wrong?' Anna asked sweetly. Her sweet silken sound reverberated in my soul. Suddenly I was jerked back to reality. It has always been so, whenever I met her, I used to become speechless for a few minutes. I struggled hard to divert my focus of vision from those already erect nipples to her radiant and smiling face.

'Oh sorry, I was a bit distracted, it must be the sudden ascent to the 29th floor,' I blabbered like an idiot.

'It is all right, do come in and make yourself at home. This is going to be your home too for some years,' she held my hand.

Electric sparks streaked, I realized a sweetly painful wave of energy sweeping past me. Her delicate and long hand melted into mine like mountain mist. The kids rallied around me and chirped, 'Liya auntie, Liya Aunt.'

The youngest child, little Mary was struggling to put words together, still, she showed her best to be a good match for her brother Stefan. I offered them sugar candies made at home. Anna took my bag and guided me to the additional bedroom. Her silken hair, like coffee coloured flames, was flaring down to her lower shoulders. Just beneath that, I could see the shade of her bra straps, hugging that angelic body. Her dancing hips instantly took my breath away, I could theoretically reach out and marvel at those musical structures above her thighs.

'Here you are, Liya. This is your room, we can modify it if you want.'

It looked perfect and very feminine. There was a double-sized bed, a fairly large shelf, a wardrobe, a table, a chair, and beige tapestries. The window opened to the east, offering a vista of high-rise buildings, and the hazy greenery fading into the distant blue horizon.

'I am happy that you came, Liya. Now I can focus more on Mary, you could give company to Stefan. In the morning when you go to college, you could guide Stefan to the school bus. I feel quite relieved. Stefan is often dejected that Mary is monopolizing me.'

Hearing his name mentioned, Stefan hugged my legs, I fluffed his cute hair.

The day was fading across the city, it was going to break into a dragging puling evening rain. I staked my dress and books systematically. Anna's bust still continued to haunt me as a sweet distraction.

At night, we fed the children and put them to sleep. I helped her with the regular domestic chores and it profoundly thrilled me being close to my goddess. Oft I could get a whiff of her gentle perfume. Even her delicate locks touched my face like falling petals. I was so electrified that my nipples strained to burn through, and my panties were overloaded already.

'We can have dinner after taking bath,' Anna suggested and went to the bathroom. I was thrilled and smiled to myself. In my excitement, I thought I was levitating and floating in the air. When she came out of the bathroom, she had removed her skirt and shirt, now she was in a thin rose-colored diaphanous gown, it was so promising that I could almost see her bra and panties. Her breasts were straining and filling out, the fury of the nipples was obvious.

I also move to the bathroom. In fact, I had my own bathroom in my room. But I chose hers. The room was saturated with perfume of the soap and shampoo she had used. I looked at the soap that had had the pleasure of touching her glossy feminine body. Then I got an idea, I opened the lid of the laundry basket in the corner. My eyes bulged at the treasure trove. I pulled out her shirt and deep kissed the armpits, which still retained her fragrance. I experience a streaking sweep of excitement in my loins. I was doing something very wicked. Then I ran my fingers on the residual swell of the bust of her shirt. I devoutly kissed each swell and my breasts were on the verge of explosion. I felt invisible ants biting my nipples. Then I found her used bra, I sniffed inside of the warm cups, and they had an enticing aroma. I was envying the cups, for their good fortune. The ultimate prize of my exploration were her panties. Piously and delicately I picked them up, and like a starved pilgrim, I peered inside. A sweet heady musk wafted in the air. Yes, the gusset was saturated with the purest and holiest natural syrup. I kissed the gusset, an electric aroma spread into my soul. The fabric sweetly stuck to my lips. I took another long swipe with my greedy tongue. The effect was magical. Like menthol, the aroma spread inside my mouth and instantly spread into my body. The taste was slightly salty, slightly sweet with a curious and arousing natural flavor, like the pulp of a partly ripe mango. Then I came, quivering and trembling like a willow on the mountain river. My juice snaked its way down along my thighs. I felt strangely relieved. The inner pressure was eased out.

For dinner, Anna sat across from me at the dining table. However much I tried, my eyes gravitated to the perfectly shaped incarnations supported by her bra cups. The nipples were not drooping and looking downward, they were looking straight and forward. Behind the translucent gown and the snow-white bra cups, I could discern the shadow of her puffy swollen areolas and exploding nipples. I pretended to nibble and eat chappati and vegetable curry. Transfixed, I watched the morsels in her delicate hands going to those soft crimson lips. With a twinkling smile in her deep black blue eyes, Anna urged me to eat. But eating was not my priority.

Over the days we settled into a rhythm of shared chores. I regularly walked Stefan to the school bus and attended college. In the evening I helped her with the kitchen chores and managing the kids. They often picked up a fight to claim Anna's attention. I was the arbitrator. Exactly at seven, we would assemble in the parlour for our evening prayer. There was a picture of the Holy Family and Mother Mary. I tried to imagine Mother Mary in the shape of Anna. It excited me and I broke into a foolish smile. Mother Mary with Ann's face, hair, ivory neck, and those mesmerizing breasts. That night I decided to work on photoshop to create my own Virgin Mary. It remained a secret treasure on my computer and I believed that it had divine powers. Every day I kissed its bust and said my prayers to the picture. Also, I had commenced a private journal, in which I entered every minute detail about my goddess, Anna.

But I had settled into another secretive rhythm. Over the months, I had found an enchanting rhythm in the flavor and charm of her used panties. There was absolutely no fragrance or syrup during the three days when she is on her period. From the fourth day onwards things change. There will be slight wetness and a salty twang. The real heady celebration begins on the tenth day, her gusset will be saturated and the taste will be pure heaven. The aroma will spread right into my core. For the next ten days, my life depended on the gussets that had hugged the pylon of paradise, between her legs. I made sure to have her taste in my mouth, even at college. Before packing off, I would sneak into the bathroom on the pretext of relieving myself, only to fill my lungs and mouth with the energizing nectar. Life pulled on in a frenzied euphoria. After the 21st day, the aroma and quality of the syrup decline.

I was particular not to give her a hint as to what was happening in my private parallel world. On certain warm sunny days, by the time I hit home Anna would have finished her exercise at the gym, and waited for me and Stefan, with a button or two open on her shirt. It was a murderously sweet experience that would make me cream and almost swoon. The twin glories would be bathed in sweat and glowing like golden domes. The bra would be standing out against the drenched shirt. And the nipples would be erect, as ever. Sometimes I fancy those marvels as geometrically perfect frozen hemispheres of pure fragrant cream, topped with a sweet and crimson crown of cherry fruit. Foolish of me.

In the evening, when I reached home Anna was not her usual self. She looked sad, her otherwise magnificent eyes hinted that she had been crying. I did not have the cheek to ask her. I have always had the angst and dread that she may catch me red-handed one day, this dirty-minded me on the sly.

Friday evenings are precious to me. I get a couple of days to be with her, to be in the shadow of her reenergizing charm. I had ample reasons to be close to her all the time. I would join her in the weekend activities, like cleaning and washing. I was anxious to wash her precious dresses than mine and to iron them with fervent dedication. I could imagine the fabrics hugging her hallowed contours. i bitterly envied her clothes for having the freedom to be close to her. I thought I had become an integral and indispensable part of the family, much more than my elder brother who was in West Asia.

It was again a Friday; the Christmas vacation had started. I had no intention of going home. I wanted to be an organic appendage of Anna, celebrating her effervescent charm and feminine glory. But Anna seemed remote. Her usual silent acknowledgment of my voluntary services was altogether missing. There was a high-voltage silence all around. During dinner, breaking her usual style, though she had put on the translucent gown after taking bath, she put on a jacket above that, hiding the glory that I was thirsting to adore from a distance.

When the dinner was almost over, she looked me straight in the face.

'Liya, we have to face the truth. You are only nineteen, and you have a tremendous life ahead. You must not be detained by silly trivial things. I am your brother's wife, wife, you know the word wife, and the mother of his two children, practically your eldest sister. That defines your boundaries. forgive me for being truthful, I do this for the good of both of us.'

No explanation or commentary was needed. It explained everything. I was cringing, I was shrinking into an invisible molecule, at least I desired to. I looked on the floor, and my gaze traveled to her feet, her delectable manicured toes. No, it does not matter anymore. If I could fly high and away if I could drill down the 29 floors to vanish into the womb of mother earth, as Sita did! I was unable to face her.

'You want me to leave, don't you?' I whispered.

'Yes, well before the situation turns more ugly, before it pulls us all into a cataclysmic maelstrom before it irreparable destroys a peaceful family. You could shift to a hostel, I can help you. You could tell everybody that you need to concentrate on your studies.'

I nodded, keeping my eyes closed and feeling her eyes penetrating my core.

I ran to my room, shame showered on me. I had learned to love the city, the city of different colours. Its fabulous malls, ancient structures, western slums where criminals and terrorists bred, its elegance. I was in love with Cochin, it is the city that spoke my language, Malayalam, it is the city that hosted the object of my admiration and adoration. Now it is all over. I would somehow finish my studies and migrate, perhaps to Bangalore. I would never come back to the family circles. I will be unobtrusive, invisible, silent, and impertinent. The party is over, it is all over.

I packed up my things with tears streaming down. I decided to sneak away at the crack of dawn, I did not want to face her again, I did not want to eat her food again. I deleted her phone number from my contact list and removed her from my WhatsApp connections to vent my frustration. I tried to sleep, and different grotesque and bizarre images came floating back to me. It was a mistake, I should not have come here at all. Various visuals of her from the day she came to the cathedral church for marriage, flashed. I, like a puppy, had been after her. As if there was nobody else in the world. I sobbed into the pillow, it was her pillow, not mine. I flung it away.

I noticed that she had not slept, her light was on. She must be planning for a different tomorrow. She may not tell the world what happened, it will have collateral damage. Even if she does, people may not believe her. Even if people believe her, I give a damn, because I will be gone one day, never to return.

Somewhere deep after midnight, I slumped into an exhausted stupor. Then I experienced a feathery soft touch on my disheveled hair. I heard my name called out sweetly, 'Liya, dear Liya, are you all right?'

The sweetness of the sound triggered the attention of my nipples, by reflex they stood up. I opened my eyes and looked at her in confusion. She had switched on the light, and had removed her jacket. She had washed her face, and her face emitted cool luminous radiation. She was softly running her gentle fingers through my tresses. Suddenly I burst into tears, all my defense and thawed. I felt deprived and depraved, lost and flat. I saw her magnetic breasts poised just above my face. I closed my eyes and tears rolled down.

Anna sat on my bed and ran her fingers like a soothing breeze on my face, neck, and hair.

'Poor child,' she whispered.

Then a strange tectonic development took me by surprise. She collected my face in her cool fragrant hands and kissed me on the forehead, then in my tearful eyes, my nose, and cheeks. She peered deep into my melancholy eyes, I found her sweet lips quivering, trying to tell me something. My lips screened for those soft lips. Then I found her lips coming down, slowly, very slowly. It took an eternity. Her electrifying lips nuzzled over my chin and cheeks. I was writhing in anticipation. Then the lips, like a soft breath of breeze, swept past my lips. They returned, and they claimed my lips. A sweet tasting tongue claimed it sway inside my mouth. I was swooning in ecstasy, I was dying. Her tongue has an appetizing taste and aroma. She might have used mouthwash. I made strange illegible sounds.

i was carried away by an emotional storm. I took her hand and kissed each delicate and soft finger.

'Here my dear,' she lifted my face and opened her gown to offer a puffy exploding nipple into my mouth. In my mortal ecstasy, I bucked humped, and jerked on my torso. I came, I came like a tornado. My pajamas were drenched. I quivered to stuck on to the nipple as if my life depended on it. My hand on it slowly moved to the other nipple. My hands softly made love to the buttery sloped of the breast.

'Yes, my pet,' she pushed herself more into my hungry mouth. Invisible ambrosia passed into my mouth. We were united, we were one, the entire universe was at peace. Then I experienced Ann trembling, her face was going pale. She shuddered and pressed me closer to the supple glory. She whimpered aloud and climaxed.

'Sorry, it has been a long time,' she whispered. I ran my fingers along her smooth cheeks, she was pale under the weight of the events.

'Thank you, my goddess, thank you, my heroine, for saving me, for saving my life, for blessing me,' I cried aloud.

'Shh, nothing matters now, nothing, only we two fused into one, nothing else exists,' she kissed me again and patted my head. It was a high voltage moment, her divine fragrance, the fragrance of feminine celestial, filled the room. The fragrance I am addicted to. I kissed both her nipples, I kissed the wet cleavage which was very narrow. I kissed every micropore of those once-in-a-millennium breasts.

Then she gently lay my head on the bed and got up. I looked at her quite puzzled. Our eyes were locked, we were in a hypnotic trance. Very slowly she lifted the hem of her gown, and the exquisitely sculptured Romanesque legs slowly emerged, the perfection of true and pristine Syrian charm. At last, I sighted her panties, like an ancient sailor sighting land. Eons came to pass between us, our eyes still remained locked. Electric waves swept past my body. With one hand she pulled down the panties, exposing the thick cloud of soft hair, which had an ethereal glow. A pure feminine aroma greeted my lungs. The world had ceased to exist, nothing mattered, the whole universe had narrowed down to the soft patch of hair, the paradise on the move. With a slow deliberate sweep, she picked up the panties, sniffed a second, and offered them to me. I received it like holy communion, my hands trembled, my face quivered, blood was draining out of my body, I enjoyed the sweet ecstatic throes of death. I kissed the gusset, the sweet aroma spread into me. I piously and tremblingly lapped up the essence of womanhood. Then I saw her as if in a dream, slowly climbing up the bed, keeping her gown rolled up. She slowly inched toward me, I knew what was happening, no words were needed, our souls communicated in silence,

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She swept one knee to the other side of my face. I looked up in a trance. Just above me was poised the most magnificent scenery on earth. A glorious view of the best-ever female flower had bloomed just above me. The flower was filled with pristine nectar, the flower was surrounded by soft fleecy silken growth. No scenery in the whole world is comparable to that promise.

'My goddess, my goddess,' I whimpered. My sound had a deep tremor. Slowly the exquisite flower came down to me, she let the skirt of the gown tumble down and collected my head in her beautiful hands. I was in the tent of her gossamer gown, just under the nectar-filled garden that I adore so much. This was my most intimate and cherished dream. My ardent prayers to my own Madonna on the computer were being answered. Exactly like, feeding a baby, she put her overflowing opening to my hungry mouth. The ultimate union!

When my face first touched the fragrant and moist softness, I thought I was dying in ecstasy, my body was going limp and weak. My favorite musk kissed me deep into my being. The dream of a lifetime had come true. I was ready to sacrifice anything for that moment. I strained to burrow deep into heaven, into the beginning of life, into the glory of being one with the absolute. Thunder and lightning streaked the heavens, the whole world was bathed in a purging downpour. I was bathed in my goddess. I lost contact with the world, and only a heady aroma remained. Anna was pressing my face to her, and the holy flower danced in a primordial rhythm. I strained to return forever to my paradise, to the womb of divine motherhood. I experienced another climax ravaging me far and deep somewhere at the end of the world. Then the high Richter scale tremors began. I tried all I was worth not to spill the nectar. It flooded my mouth, fresh and warm, sweet and slightly salty, therapeutically aromatic. Her spasms and whimpers continued. Then she collapsed over me, backward. She spasmed, I thought she was dying. She struggled to breathe. I gently kissed her core and softly ran my fingers along her belly, along her breasts. Rare tears were rolling down her cheeks.

'My goddess, please,' I wailed.

'It is all right, darling. Let me recover. I needed it, I needed it badly,' she kissed my thighs.

After half an hour she was almost recovered. We undressed each other and explored each other. Somewhere deep in the morning, we settled into a euphoric 69 and dozed off. Occasionally we would wake up each other with the sweet swipes of the tongue giving an orgasm. After each bout of orgasm, we talked. We confessed our souls out.

'I had been painfully dreaming this for long, also I had been trying to flee this situation for long,' she confessed.

'Today my most cherished wish came true, now my prayer is that the sweet dream does not end.'

Anna told me that she was not a machine, she was aware of my infatuation right from the day of her wedding.

'Hope you have noticed that my nipples are always hard when you are around. I could not help it. In the beginning, I had tried to conceal it, but it was futile.' She smiled into my pussy.

'You have noticed that my poor breasts are also on high alert when you are around,' I said, burrowing my nose into her deep-down hole. Anna shuddered and ran her fingers in my hair. She also dived deep and strained to open my anus with her tongue.

'Sweet goddess, no need to do that to me, I do it because I need it, I need to dive deep into the heaven that you are.'

'I also need it my darling,' she insisted.

She told me that she was aware of my feasting on her soiled inner ware. She confessed that she used to steal into my room to read my private diary, which used to make her very passionate and overflowing. Also, she had seen herself on my computer in the Madonna form. Each revelation forced me to blush deep into her furry paradise.

'If I am not truthful to my breasts and refuse to give them the love they long for, I will be like many other women who failed to respect nature and provoked breast cancer. When the breasts are disappointed, they try to commit suicide.' She turned around and let me kiss her nipples again. She swiveled and languidly settled back to the 69 position and we were running our fingers in the fur and kissing the wet opening.

We planned our days to dawn till morning. Let the sleeping dogs lie, it will be business as usual. There are truths to be told and truths to be hoarded. Our honeymoon period was the ten days long Christmas vacation. We furtively garlanded each other at the famous St. Anthony's chapel at Kaloor.

In front of my computer Madonna, we promised each other to be loyal for the rest of our lives, no matter what. Under her Midas touch, the entire world was transmitted, I was in paradise. Our paradise is within us, our barathrum too. I was never tired of exploring her exquisite body, which was a treasure trove of pleasures. Our nights were steamy and revolutionary. And our cuisine also changed. I made interesting dishes, using my darling's nectar. Anna was glowing, her breasts becoming more ripe full, and magnetic. In our privacy, I would make love to those darlings for hours on end. Breast stimulation was enough to make her come. Using her syrup, which erupted during multiple climaxes, I made salads, for both of us, ice creams were special with my angel's flavor. the lemon and fruit juice had my darling's honey as an essential ingredient. Yogurt was not yogurt without that exotic and spicy syrup. So much so that her taste was always on my tongue. By and by we synchronized our periods too, and we used to help each other during those three days. Her precious breasts would be heavy during those days and I used to pamper and lick them to ease out her discomfort.

At night, after putting the kids to rest in their room, sometimes we relax for a while before proceeding to the bathroom to bather each other. We had a curious way to relax. We would recline on the bed with our faces glued to each other's breasts. We would suckle, nurse and talk. If we are in the ovulation stage, sometime this pastime would trigger an orgasm also. Sometimes, we would passionately lick the entire bust and the armpits too. It was an intimate experience. On one such evening, we were relaxing after an orgasm. Then I asked her.

'My goddess, a few months ago I found you quite sad and you had obviously wept. What had gone wrong?'

'You still remember that, my love? That day your private diary touched me deeply, it was painful. You were dying for my breasts, for my body. My body was also revolting. But my mind was not yielding. My breasts quarreled with me and my pussy without my permission flooded and came. That day I hated myself. I thought I was ruining you, that I was ruining me and my family. Your adoration and poignant verses catapulted me to a war zone. I had to kill and conquer me.'

'But what had I written in my diary?'

'Oh your pain, the things you do in your imagination to my breasts, to the core of my womanhood, to the shrine of the sacred feminine. Also, there was profound pain that you would die and waste your life never realizing your fulfillment, which is the fusing of souls with me. And I had stopped sending you good morning wishes. In fact, I was trying to build a barricade, to protect myself from myself. And I found a verse in your melancholy book: A good morning wish, a picture card of bliss

'You posted daily for me to read or miss

Like the fresh innocence of the sun on the hill

Like the frail diffident flower in the morning chill

The amber sun, the morning chill, and you

Came for free, undemanding and ever new

You remembered me, I had taken it for granted

Like the sun and chill, coming not wanted

And one day your wish stopped coming

You faded into silence, sans a cue or warning

Is it that you transcended the chill and the sun?

Is it that memories faded as the days begone?

If you still remember me, remember this

Far beyond the morning chill and failing sun

We may or may not reach out, but will miss

This pain, that we convulsively hold and kiss

We may read in each other's eyes again

The pain, the pain we left behind to remain.'

'The Son of God came to convey his sole message to the world, love, love even your enemy!' I said.

'Yes, in the west, I read, certain churches perform lesbian wedding ceremonies. God does not forbid love. In fact, one day I went to the local convent for a counseling session with Sr. Celesta. She also said the same thing, it is not a sin to love. But love must not hurt, love should not end up in possessiveness. She said, no matter what, Benoy must not be hurt. He must not know what is going on and he should get what is due to him as my wedded husband. If we stand against the grain of nature, she said, we will be dismissed by nature.'

'That explains why she is gentle and considerate to me these days at church!' I quipped.

My addiction to her breasts was inexorable and unbridled. Once I wrote a verse celebrating the twin sisters. She read it, smiled and tucked it into her bra cup, and quipped, 'Let her head it, it is addressed to her.'

On another occasion I told her, 'these buttery breasts have made me a poet.'

'Convey your verses directly to her,' she opened her shirt.

Thereafter, almost every day, I used to scribble a line or two on the breasts, praising them. She used to laugh heartily at my pranks.

'I offer these girls to you, you may take care of them hereafter,' she suggested one day.

'My pleasure, not only my precious darlings, your entire body I will take care of,' I made a tall promise.

My routine is now much different, I have already shifted to our nuptial bed in the master bedroom. As soon as I get up my day begins by kissing her cheeks, lips, and nipples, and ultimately I stand on my knees before the statuesque sculptured feminine perfection, and like a devout pilgrim, I plant a fervent kiss on the furry paradise, to fill my soul the aroma of heaven long ago lost. Strangely enough, she also does the same to me.

These days, in the privacy of the house, we eat from the same plate and drink from the same glass. Sometimes I drink from her mouth and she mine. We shared our panties, but our bras will not and cannot match. Putting on her used panties, I used to get a better confidence at college.

One of our intimate pastimes was to bathe together taking long hours. Every day she dressed my hair for going to college in our privacy and I would suck on her nipples when she attended on my hair. It was a very erotic experience. It was my pleasure and prerogative to select the right bras for Anna from different shops. Every day in the morning and after taking bath it was my pleasure to dress her. Clamping the bra after tucking in the breasts and pointing the cone right to the nipples is a thrilling experience. Sometimes our dressing process took almost an hour to complete, with one or two climaxes in between.

After Christmas break, I went to college as an embodiment of self-esteem and confidence. I had nothing more to gain in the world. In the evening I came home holding the hand of little Stefan, in a state of excitement. She was waiting for me, in the prime of her charm. I pushed her into our bedroom and madly opened her shirt.

'What is this, dear, I must feed Stefan, he is famished.'

'Just a minute, let me say my thanksgiving prayers at my shrine.'

I kissed both breasts just above the bra cups and swiped up the thin film of sweat.

'Thank you, my angels, I scored good marks in the first-semester final exams. Thank you, my precious guardian angels,' I passionately kissed them again.

We embraced and she held my face to her bosom. With my head resting on her breasts and she embracing me, I knew I am safe and sequestered, I am in heaven, and I am in protective hands.

One night, while basking in the afterglow I asked her, being a prime and proper housewife, how she had mastered the art of satisfying a woman. She told me that the entire credit goes to a gifted writer of Literotica, hiding behind the nom de guerre: DAB32697. Her stories, especially the ones such as the Rear end story, the Captain and the General, Sorority initiation, and the like profoundly influenced her and induced her to tip over to her current orientation. She did not have any idea about the vast and magnificent sapphic world. Anna had been undergoing an internal struggle for many months, to be or not to be. Many critical social, emotional, and moral parameters were involved in it. At last, she had stumbled on the truism that your life you have to live and nobody else will vicariously do it. Another realization was that there is that nothing is absolutely right, right or wrong depends on the attitude. If we do not live away our life when we can, there will come a time when we will pine for what would have been and what could have been. And life is one-way traffic, there is no chance for a trial run and actual life.

On Sundays, when children take their nap or go to the kid's park, I would massage her body, which is sheer poetry in flesh. It was the time to nourish her skin with the essential body lotions and to take care of the most perfect breasts god has ever created. When I massage those fabulous breasts to shape, she would purr and savor the feelings closing her eyes. She has very many times confessed, 'my darling, do you know how many months and years I hade longed for these fingers and lips on those nipples?'

I would say, 'same situation here. You cannot imagine how many nights I have spent sighing and craving for these marvels.'

'If we had a machine to read or a facility to decipher the silent thoughts of people the world would have been much different.'

'From the very day I saw you in the church six years ago, I have fallen for you. In your wedding gown, these breasts were exquisitely elegant. I was unable to take my eyes off them.'

'They have a personality of their own. Whenever you are around, they are erect and stand in attention.'

'These dainty supple sisters know me so affectionately. I will be worshipping them to the last of my breath, if possible, I would do it even after that.'

'Usually, when I go out or meet with people, I put on a jacket because I know the effect my breasts have on people. But with you I did not try to hide them, oft I wanted you to look at them. In the beginning, I used to be embarrassed when they reacted to your eyes.'

'So, you were aware of my furtive glances!'

'Oh my sweet wife, how you have transformed me. Life is a sweet and enchanting song now. I worry not about anything. In love, all things fall into place. In love, the contradictions of life dissolve and disappear.'

At this point, most often than not we would lunge for each other's lips and end up in a slurpy climactic 69, and to doze away breathing in the intimate fragrance of the heaven between our legs. On Friday I bought shaving cream and razors for my beloved. When I brought it out the next day, she was happily surprised. She had been shaving the private parts when Benoy, my brother was around.

She languidly stretched on the floor of the bathroom and I proceeded to a prolonged ceremony. First I kissed and licked the soft fur in her armpits, inhaling the healthy aroma there. Her armpits also had a diluted fragrance of her pussy. Then I applied the cream and shaved her delectable armpits clean. I did not want to clean shave her pussy, I needed the cute and ticklish hair there. But I shave it to a beautiful triangle and trimmed it to a thin mat. The pubic hair I collected is still with me, I keep it in my college uniform pocket, at times touching it and making sure that my beloved is a reality. In moments of distress, such as class tests and seminars, I would run my fingers in the softness and recharge myself.

In April, we got the news that Benoy was coming home on a one-month leave of absence. We decided to handle it delicately. I will have to vacate my nuptial bed, it is only for a month. He may make love to her, but it is his right, we will manage that. But she may suffer if I am not around to please her, nobody can do it the way I do.. woman's love is a totality, it is not conditional and it is not localized. The whole body becomes an erogenous zone, the bodies of both partners fuse into one, to become a single sexual organ. Furthermore, sex is not a release, it is the expression of a prolonged celebration of total love. It is not giving and taking, it sharing a collective ecstasy. It is a union, an ephemeral union with the absolute. A solution to the lost paradise syndrome.

'There is little space for intimacy and all that, my dear, I and Benoy will be traveling most of the time. The kids will be safe and happy with you here. We will visit some of the family members in Palai region. Then we go to Kashmir, the paradise on earth. We plan to stay with Tariq Bhut, his colleague in Abu Dhabi.'

'I am happy for you, dearest. Enjoy the moments, I will be here happily thinking of you and dreaming of the things we are going to do in the years to come.'

'I know it,' she kissed right into my mouth. I passed the chocolate I was munching in my mouth into hers. In our kissing duel, the chocolate price passed mouths many times, until it altogether melted away. We sweetly fought to suck as much chocolate-rich saliva as possible. It was almost like slurping the nectar from her paradise.

Together we went to the international airport, which was twenty kilometers away. The kids were excited and giggly. Mary was meeting her father for the first time. She was too young to recognize him last time. He landed early in the sultry April morning, after the prolonged thunderous rains, pulling his highly stacked trolley. We were proud and happy to receive him, the tall muscular, and charming man of the house, my protective and caring brother. He was bringing a cornucopia of enchanting goods from an exotic world to his dear ones. Stefan hugged his legs. Benoy picked him up and kissed him. Then Mary protested and struggled in my arms. Benoy picked up the tender girl also and both kids proudly and happily looked at us. He walked in front, taking the lead, carrying the children. We followed pulling the trolley.

Anna took the driving seat, I vacated the front seat for her husband. We inched our way in the frantic pandemonium of morning traffic on the cochin- Bangalore highway. I felt sorry for my brother. But he had no reason to be sorry, to know is to be unhappy, ignorance is bliss!

April is the annual holiday season, after the semester exams. Hence, I had plenty of time to take care of the kids. Even otherwise they were almost like my own children. They will not miss their biological mother even a wee bit.

When they were gone to Kashmir, we were in constant touch on WhatsApp. On the second day of departure, I sent a poem for my beloved:

Wait for me

Under the cosmic tree

Wait for me

On the cosmic ways

And Stars in your eyes

Wait for me

When the day dies

And dreamy shadow lies

Wait for me

When you are free

Freed from the social bree

Wait for me

Dew trickling from tress

Moist is your floating dress

Wait for me

Like a song long lost

A dreaming petrified ghost

Wait for me

One day come I will

By your lonely windowsill

Wait for me

Across days and nights

Beyond alarms and lights.

Wait for me!

She responded, 'thank you, dearest, I will, I certainly will.'

'Did he make love to you?' I asked out of an innocent curiosity.

'Not exactly. I managed it. He needs release and is not particular about my sexual counterpart organ. I just fellated him and spat away the release. He is happy with that and so far your paradise has not been vandalized! Now delete the message for all as agreed upon.'

'Sure, dear, we will play it safe.''

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"We are driving from Udhampur to Kashmir valley. Tariq received us at the railway station.'

'How is the journey?'

We had a common secret email id, used by both of us, on which we sent messages to ourselves. We used it when very intimate things had to be discussed. Usually, WhatsApp sufficed.

'Interesting. The conical hills on the way look like the twin sisters you refer to on my chest. It is inspiring to see the soft clouds using their immaculate lips to suck on the breasts of mother earth for life and nourishment. No wonder, the gods chose to settle on Mount Olympus, the areola of an imposing single mountain.'

''All the good things on earth and heaven will dwell on my beloved's breast.'

She replied, 'ha ha ha..'

'Do you know what I am doing now?'

'No,' she wrote.

'I am kissing a wad of hair collected piously from somebody. It still has the delicate musk.'

'Wicked girl.'

Later in the evening, when I was feeding our children, she sent a message.

'Dearest, we crossed the Banihal tunnel and on the other side of the tunnel, we entered a seemingly halcyon world. Dear words of human speech will altogether fail to convey the experience. Language fails. We are opened up into an exotic valley, the most beautiful valley in the world, Kashmir valley, a splendorous valley between snow-clad peaks. The Pir Pancal ranges languidly glow gold in the evening sun. but that is not the point, the valley strongly and hilariously reminded me of your thighs and the fecund, luscious valley in between. The Jhelum river is just like an orifice down there whence I suck my vital sustenance from. The exotic Gul mohars, chinars, maples, and willows look like the stupendously magnified fur I bury my face into, to forget all the alarms without.'

'Ingenious analogy,' I quipped.

Later in the night, I was informed that they were settled and relaxing at Tariq's house at Qasigund.

'Tariq's wife is an interesting phenomenon. I thought it was a coffin on the move, entirely covered up in black. They are a very conservative family, I guess. Tariq is a pathetic young man. His entire family was annihilated in the civil war. He was saved because he was abroad. He got married only last year. I wonder how he manages this kind of a wife.'

'Interesting,' I responded.

Every development she shared with me.

The next evening, she sent an interesting message.

'Today I found a different avatar in Tariq's wife. When Benoy and Tariq went out to the shop on the highway, she removed her traditional costume and inside that, a sweet lady emerged in jeans and a shirt. She literally took my breath away. The original Kashmiri beauty will take you by surprise. Here we see the paragons of feminine beauty. You know what, it is more than two weeks since I have had your attention. Benoy thinks that for eleven months I have my sex holiday, he knows not that it is another way around! Anyway, her breasts had me by the horns, and beside me I found my breasts reacting, my nipples petrifying. she has fabulous breasts that fill out her chest, but they sag cutely a little bit. And her face is enchanting, a pure Kashmiri flower in its prime. I had an urge to run my fingers through her hair,

Nasriya had furtively been feasting on my breasts. When the coast was clear she complimented their perfection. I said that she too had a perfect pair. She said that at twenty-six, hers are already giving way to gravity. Then we heard our husbands clambering up with their booty. Thus the conversation abruptly ended. Her nipples were erect, let us see what transpires. But remember, I am yours and nobody will claim my undue attention.'

'My precious goddess,' I responded, 'I know you are mine. But do have some fun when you have a chance. Your happiness matter to me. I know how it is for you to deny sex. It will be tortuous.'

The next day Anna wrote, 'we have been furtively surveying each other. In the kitchen, she is more open and I could feast on her back and the alluring breasts. She opened a couple of buttons for my consumption.'

'Interesting,' I wrote.

'In the afternoon, Tariq and Benoy will go to the market to buy Kashmiri dried fruits and nuts. I will pretend to have a headache. If Nasreen also stays back, she may be up to mischief.'

Curiosity and anxiety got the better of me. I think I was not jealous, just curious. No woman could resist my girl.

In the evening I got the awaited message.

'We made it dearest. She also stayed back on the sly. Once the coast was clear, we pounced on each other. We kissed a great deal and made love to breasts. Her oral worship of my breasts made me cum. Later I pushed her over the cliff, eating her out. It was a great relief to have her. Here is a promising appendage to the story. I have invited her to Cochin, to stay with us when her husband is gone abroad. Anyway, the valley is not a safe place to live, she must leave this place. You will be happy to have her with us. She expects to get the family way this month. We can give her proper medical care in Cochin. I do not want to kill your curiosity by explaining how the sex was. You have to experience it yourself and believe.'

I found the idea exciting.

On the day of going back to Abu Dhabi, Benoy came into my room. I love him so much, he had been my liberal protector and patron all through. I could always have his way with him.

'Child, how is your life here? Hope you are all right.'

He surveyed the room keenly and patted me.

'No issues, bro,' I smiled.

'I am happy that you and Anna are so close and happy. I want you to be always on her side, supporting her. You are such a sweet girl and no woman or man can dislike you.'

He patted me again and walked away. My antennae were alert. Did she spill the beans? Never, my lady will not let me down. If something goes amiss, she will alert me by email.

I wanted to discuss this with her when the coast is clear.

When he was gone and the sentimental dust was settled, Anna and I stormed into each other's arms. We kissed with a primordial thirst. I have seldom had time to worship those breasts during the past few weeks. We could occasionally steal into my room during the day, and she would come with her kicking and protesting breasts perched high. I would console those angels with my lips and fingers. But that was fat in between. Now we had an eternity.

Shortly we found our clothes flying in the air and puddling up at stray places randomly. She was more impatient than me. I took a dash to the honey-flowing paradise. When my horizontal and her vertical lips were connected, we were relaxed, as if the oxygen supply was restored. She encouragingly ran her fingers in my hair. I made love to her core, right from her anus to her pea-sized clitoris. She writhed and bucked. Her heavenly pylon was spilling over, it was a snow-white viscous cream with a sweet and exotic aroma. As usual, she squealed and cried while climaxing. I drank as much as I could, but some of the precious medicinal fluid was wasted on my cheeks, nose, and chin. A bit tricked down to my breasts. But she was quick enough to lick it up from me. It is an intimate experience.

When she was back on hard ground, Anna anxiously looked at me.

'Did I do anything wrong, dear?' she asked.

'Nothing, as perfect as ever,' I kissed her.

'Every time I come with you down there, I have a mortal fear.'

'What could be that? The union is as sweet as iron and magnet.'

'When I climax and lose my control over my body, I get a vague feeling that I am dying, urinating and defecating on you.'

'No, nothing of the kind. You did not die, and instead of urine and shit, you blessed me with a copious shower of the most precious medicinal drink in the world, something that my beloved produces exclusively for me.'

It was her turn to return the favour. She did it taking our time. I wanted to prolong it. Once we had calmed down, both of us settled our faces in the crotches. We could spend ages running our fingers in the velvet pubic hair, occasionally kissing the oily opening and whispering the fertile garden.

'Did Benoy get any hint? HE asked me to support you and observed casually that nobody could dislike me. It gave me chills.' I whispered into the scented pussy.

Anna laughed, running her hands on my butt, oft prying into the cleavage. Then she soul kissed my pussy.

'My dearest, do you think I will let you down? Nothing happened. But the other day in bed I had forced him to put on my gown, bra, and panties. Also, I shaved away his mustache. Despite myself, I did cum violently when he made love to me. He ate me marvelously. He may not read deep into it. Men are not that sharp in these kinds of matters.'

I pressed my core into her face involuntarily.