Indian Harem Ch. 01

I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and hugged her tightly, pressing my chest into her back. She stopped and stood frozen in my arms, as I buried my nose into her hair and breathed in her fragrance. She smelled amazing. I held her tightly and rested my chin on her shoulder.

"You can't imagine how much I missed you!" I whispered into her ear.

I felt her body quiver in my arms. I could feel her heart pounding fast, as I continued to hug her tightly. I wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement. Either way, I couldn't stop myself from squeezing her waist tightly as I hugged her. She slowly turned around in my embrace until we were facing each other.

After a while, she finally spoke. "I missed you too, Chotu. A lot. More than you can imagine."

I released my hold on her and stepped back as she turned to face me. A tear ran down the side of her face.

"Why didn't you call me back all week?" she asked.

"I... I was so embarrassed, and I thought it would be better to meet you and tell you what happened. I'm sorry, Didi," I said softly, as tears welled up in my eyes.

She wrapped her arms around me again and pulled me into another hug. She rubbed my back gently and kissed me on the forehead. She'd always been this gentle with me since I was a little kid.

"It's OK, Chotu," she whispered with a gentle smile, as she wiped her tears. "I'm here for you. No matter what."

I wanted to kiss her then and there, but I didn't dare try anything that would ruin our friendship. It didn't help that she was married to Ravi.

She led me into the living room, motioned me to sit on the couch, and disappeared into the kitchen. I sank into the comfortable cushions with a sigh. I gazed around the house with a nostalgic smile. Nothing had changed much in the past three years. Everything was neat and clean, and the bookshelf was still loaded with textbooks and science reference books. Pooja Didi still tutored the kids in the neighbourhood.

There were several pictures of Pooja Didi and me on the side table. In one of them, we were taking a selfie together. Another had Pooja Didi leaning on my lap, reading a comic book. One of them was of Pooja Didi kissing my forehead. That particular picture brought a smile to my face.

I spotted a picture of her and Ravi on their wedding day. She looked breathtakingly beautiful in her bridal outfit. Her veil hid her face, so I couldn't tell whether she was smiling or crying. She looked radiant nonetheless. I cringed when I looked at Ravi's handsome face. He was grinning widely at the camera as he held her hand. I guessed that he was ecstatic about tying the knot with the most beautiful girl in town. I would definitely be happy if that was me.

I picked up one of the photos of Didi and me and was looking at her smile in the photograph, when Didi emerged from the kitchen, carrying two cups of tea in her hands.

I tried really hard not to stare at her waist as she walked through her house in a sari. She was slim and yet curved in all the right places. She'd tied her sari into a knot and tucked it in, which gave me an even better view of her slender waist.

"Now tell me why you've been ignoring my calls, you idiot?" She smacked me hard on my head, as she sat beside me.

"Ouch! What was that for?" I cried out in pain.

"Because you're an idiot!" she snorted. "And if I don't like the reason for ignoring my calls, I'm going to throw you out of my house!"

"Yes, ma'am," I muttered quietly.

She eyed me suspiciously for a moment, knowing that I was making fun of her. "All right, all right, spill it!"

I went ahead and told her everything that had happened in the past month, from getting kicked out of college to returning home. I told her how Nora treated me and how I was mad at Kishore for marrying Jhanvi. By the time I was done, I was trembling slightly. She stayed silent for a moment, letting me relax before responding.

"First of all, I'm glad you're back home," she said, with a small smile. "Secondly..." she smacked me on the head again playfully.

"Owww..." I groaned again.

"That's for getting kicked out of college... If I wasn't so happy to have you back here, I'd have smacked you harder."

"You're not mad?" I asked, anxiously.

"Oh, come on, Suraj. You were in line to join your company before you left. You're also an amazing hacker, and you'd get a job at Google or Facebook any day if you show them your skills," she scoffed.

"Really?" I asked, incredulously.

"To be honest, I went to the temple every Thursday for the last three years and prayed that you returned home soon," she confessed, with a shy grin.

I choked on my tea, as I laughed at her admission. "Wait, you prayed to get me kicked out; every Thursday?"

"Every Saturday, too!" she admitted, with a grin. "So I may have had some supernatural influence on what happened!"

I threw my arms around her, hugged her tightly again, and kissed her on the cheek. "Didi, you're awesome!"

She blushed bright red and pushed me away. "OK, OK, now that the drama is out of the way. Let me have a look at how much my Chotu has grown!"

She pulled me off the sofa and directed me towards the hall mirror. She stood behind me as she adjusted my collar and straightened my clothes. I couldn't help but blush, as I felt her brush up against me from behind as we both looked at our reflections in the mirror.

"Wow! Look at you! You've certainly filled out nicely!" she purred, tracing her fingers across my muscles. "Not that you were unhealthy before, but wow! You're built like a Greek god!"

I flexed my biceps playfully, as she caressed them. She ran her hands down my torso and tickled my abdomen. I shivered involuntarily as her soft fingers grazed my skin.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, coyly.

I swallowed hard and nodded silently. Pooja Didi tilted her head to look me in the eye and flashed me a devilish grin as her fingers travelled lower down my belly.

"You still got those six-pack abs you've been bragging about to me for months now?" She licked her lips suggestively. "Would you mind if I took a peek?"

I froze with shock, as she untucked my shirt from my pants and began undoing my buttons.

"D-didi wh-what are you doing?" I spluttered, as I turned around to face her.

She cupped my face in her hands and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. "Relax, Chotu," she whispered huskily. "Can't your Didi check out your abs?"

"Pleeease...?" she pleaded, as she undid the third button of my shirt.

"Stop it," I protested, feebly.

Still, she continued unbuttoning my shirt, as she looked up at me with those big, beautiful eyes.

"For me...?" she pouted adorably as she popped the fourth button open.

She batted her eyelashes at me and bit her lip sexily, as she slid the fifth button out of its hole. My breathing quickened as she drew closer to my face until her warm breath brushed against my lips.

"Pretty please?" she whispered softly, as she unbuttoned my shirt and spread it open, exposing my bare chest and abs to her gaze.

"F-fine," I conceded weakly, as my cock began to grow hard in my pants.

She licked her lips appreciatively as she gazed upon my physique. Her eyes flickered briefly between my eyes and my naked chest, as she dragged her index finger down my front, tracing the contours of my muscles. Her soft fingertips danced lightly over my skin, and I couldn't help but shudder at her touch. She smiled at me as she continued exploring my body with her hands, mapping out every crevice of my muscles with her delicate fingers.

"Your body is so firm," she murmured lustfully, her face inches away from mine.

It took every bit of resolve to not kiss her beautiful face, especially when her soft breasts were rubbing against my bare chest. It seemed that I wasn't the only one struggling with that decision.

What happened next changed everything!

Didi wetted her lips seductively before slipping her tongue into my mouth and kissing me deeply. She moaned softly as our tongues twirled around each other's mouths in a frenzy of passion and lust. Her kisses were deep and sensuous, as she sucked on my tongue like I imagined a lover would, savouring each flick of my tongue inside her mouth.

She nibbled softly on my lower lip as she broke away from our kiss, leaving us both panting heavily for breath. She lowered her eyes guiltily as she tugged on the corner of my shirt, closing it over my chest again. "S-sorry... I shouldn't have done that..." she mumbled, as she fumbled with my buttons to fix my shirt.

"I know you've had a crush on Jhanvi forever," she explained, refusing to look at me. "But I've always loved you, too."

I couldn't believe what was happening! Was Pooja Didi confessing her love for me?

I was still speechless, and she mistook my silence for rejection. "I understand if you don't feel the same way about me." She sniffled sadly, as she averted her eyes from mine.

I looked down at her sexy body, clad in her sari, and I tightened my grip on her waist. Without saying a word, I bent down and kissed her firmly on the lips. She gasped with surprise before moaning with pleasure as we made out furiously in the middle of the living room. Her eyes widened with shock, as I lifted her by her thighs and sat on the couch with her perched on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I crushed her petite frame against mine, and continued making out with her passionately.

"Mmmm... I've been dreaming about this for so long..." she groaned into my mouth.

She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me deeply before finally breaking away. We looked at each other for a minute before either of us said anything. She was the first one to break the silence.

"Chotu..." she breathed heavily, as she buried her face into my neck and pressed her soft breasts into my chest. "I don't know what to say..."

I could feel her body quivering in my arms as I held her close. "I think I've always been in love with you too, Didi," I whispered to her, as I gently stroked her back. "I didn't realize this until I came over today. I've loved you for years and never realized it."

She giggled and smacked me playfully on the head again. "Oh really? Then how come I'm the one who had to propose first?" she teased me.

"I'm sorry." I grinned at her. "I must've been too distracted by your sexy body to realize it." I squeezed her waist and pulled her tighter into my lap. I wasn't sure how far she would let me take this, but I figured I had to try. She didn't seem to mind my advances as she returned my embrace and pulled me in for a kiss.

"Mmm... not bad for your first kiss, Chotu," she moaned, softly.

I gently rubbed my hands up and down her back and waist, exploring her body. Her skin felt smooth and soft. I ran my hands up her thighs, tracing the outline of her sari. Her soft curves under her sari sent shivers down my spine. I'd always found her sexy, but now that I could explore her body, I'd never been more turned on.

She broke away from our kiss, and I couldn't help but notice that her eyes were clouded with lust. She pressed her lips against my ear and whispered in a sultry voice, "I think I need to inspect every inch of your body..., to see how well you've grown up..."

Her tone was pure seduction, and I shuddered, as her moist lips touched my skin. She gripped my jaw lightly with her thumb and forefinger and guided my gaze towards hers. Pooja Didi flicked her tongue over her bottom lip as her deep-brown eyes locked onto mine. She moaned softly, as she leaned in and nibbled on my earlobe.

She moved downwards and began licking and nipping at my neck, causing me to moan with pleasure as she left a trail of wet kisses along my collarbone. She slowly removed my shirt and dropped it on the floor before resuming her exploration of my body with her mouth, planting light kisses down my chest and abs.

She circled my nipples with her tongue before getting off my lap and sinking down on her knees before me. I watched, mesmerized, as she parted my legs and knelt before me, gazing hungrily at my rock-hard erection straining against my pants.

"Fuck!" she gasped, as she tentatively placed a hand on the bulge in my crotch and squeezed experimentally. "Whoa, Suraj! You're so fucking big!" she moaned, as she traced a finger over my length through my clothes.

She licked her lips excitedly and wasted no time. She swiftly unfastened my belt buckle and zipper before pulling my pants down to reveal my boxers. Her eyes widened with awe, as she peered up at me from beneath her lashes, and met my gaze with a naughty smile.

"My, oh my, Chotu..." she purred seductively. "You've definitely grown up nicely!"

She grasped my pulsating shaft in her dainty hands and squeezed it through the cotton fabric. Her eyes popped up as she felt its size through my boxers. She kissed me softly on the tip of my cock through the fabric of my boxers, as she gazed upon it with desire in her eyes. She then hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband of my underwear. She pulled it down until my throbbing member sprang from its confines and stood upright before her face.

She gasped audibly, as she gawked at the size of my cock with disbelief in her eyes. "Oh my God! How big is this thing?" she asked breathlessly, as my monster bobbed in front of her face.

I always knew I had a great cock, but seeing the expression of utter lust on Pooja Didi's face was mind-blowing! My cock was easily two inches across at its widest point and twelve inches long!

"It's um..., well... big?" I tried to shrug nonchalantly, as Pooja stared at it in amazement.

She bit her lip, as she leaned forward and slurped eagerly on it like a cock-sucking porn star. She drooled all over it as she swirled her tongue around my head, coating it with her saliva. "Mmmm..." she moaned with satisfaction, as she planted wet kisses on my shaft.

"You like the taste of my cock, Didi?" I asked, as she dragged her tongue along the underside of my dick.

"Mm-hmm..." she nodded enthusiastically, as she smeared her saliva all over my shaft. This was like the porn movie was playing out for a virgin like me. My dear Pooja Bhabhi was on her knees before me, as she drooled over my massive dick and jacked me off.

Her sari's pallu slipped off her shoulder, giving me a glorious view of her cleavage. Her hard nipples poked through her blouse, as her large breasts heaved up and down with her rapid breathing.

"Fuck... Pooja Didi!" I gasped, as her lips wrapped around my dick, and she took the first inch of it in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my tip as she began slowly bobbing her head up and down. She continued to jack me off as she slobbered all over my cock, coating my shaft with her spit.

She pulled it out of her mouth with a pop and smacked her lips sexily, as she looked up at me. "This tastes so good, Chotu. Your cock is delicious," she moaned lustfully, as she dropped back onto my cock with a loud slurp.

Thick strands of her saliva and pre-cum leaked down my shaft and coated her lips and chin as she went down on me with a steady rhythm. Her long hair brushed against my inner thighs as she sucked me off. She looked incredibly sexy as she worshipped my cock with her lips.

"I... I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that," I warned her, trying to hold back my orgasm.

She ignored me and continued to kiss and lick my length as she pumped my shaft with her fist. "Cum for me, Chotu..." she pleaded, between slurps. "Give your Didi what she wants."

Her naughty words and hot wet mouth were more than enough to make me lose control. I grabbed a handful of her silky black hair in one hand and my cock in the other as I aimed it at her lips. "Fuck, here it comes!" I groaned, as thick streams of cum spurted from the tip of my cock and splattered all over her pretty face.

Pooja Didi moaned with delight, as I coated her gorgeous face with white cum. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, catching most of my sticky load in her mouth. I watched as a thick drop of cum drizzled down her chin onto her tits and rolled between them, leaving a glistening trail of milky-white semen on her golden skin. She lapped up the rest of my cum from my cock with her tongue. She then raised her head and opened her mouth to show me all the cum that she'd collected on her tongue.

I gazed at her in amazement as she licked every last drop of my cum from her lips before swallowing it down.

"My God! You taste so good, Chotu," she purred, as she flashed me a naughty smile.

I watched in awe as my stunning Didi got up off her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her blouse was sweaty, and her nipples were poking through the sheer material. She smiled seductively at me, as she brought her lips close to mine.

"You made me so hot... my pussy is dripping wet for you right now," she whispered huskily into my ear. "Let's take this to my bedroom," she said lustfully, as she grabbed my cock and pulled me towards her.

We were halfway up the stairs when the doorbell rang thrice.

"Shit, that's Ravi!" she cursed, as she looked at the time on the clock. "He's early today!"

She pushed me against the wall and kissed me deeply. "Sorry, Chotu, but we'll have to continue this later," she murmured, between kisses. "Now get dressed and sit on the sofa."

I nodded obediently and picked up my shirt from the floor as Pooja Didi hurried down the stairs. I followed her a few minutes later, wearing my pants. I took a seat in the living room while Pooja Didi adjusted her sari one last time and opened the door.

"Hi, Ravi," she greeted him with a smile, as he stepped into the house. "Look who just dropped by to visit me today!" she added, excitedly.

Ravi raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw me sitting on the couch. "What's the 'favourite son' doing here? Did he get thrown out of his house, as well?" he quipped sarcastically, as he shut the door behind him.

I clenched my fists in anger at his remark, but Pooja Didi gave me a look to remain calm.

"Well, he came by to check up on his sister," she smiled sweetly at him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." He rolled his eyes and turned towards me. "I hope dinner is ready?"

"D-dinner? Oh, I was so busy... er... talking to Suraj that I completely forgot about it!" she stammered, nervously.

"I swear, Pooja! What are you doing standing here, then? Get dinner ready for me then!" he yelled, angrily.

"Sorry, Ravi, I'll go make something now," she said apologetically, as she went into the kitchen.

"Sorry, Chotu," she whispered softly, as she passed me into the kitchen.

Ravi smirked at her before turning towards me. He stood there, glaring at me, while I looked back at him silently.

"You shouldn't talk to her like that," I finally spoke up.

"Shut up!" he barked at me. "I know you're friends with her, but the less I see you around my house, the better. Now get out!"

I didn't want to get Pooja Didi into trouble, so I slowly got off the sofa and headed out the door.

I slammed the door shut behind me and stormed in a foul mood down the street. I was really mad at him for talking to Didi like that, and I couldn't believe that she was married to him.

Ravi and Nora were the ones who had ruined my life, and now Ravi was ruining Didi's life, too. If they thought they could get away with this, then they had another thing coming. I was going to make them pay for this.