My Grandpa’s House – Part 1

“Anna, come play hide and seek with us,” My younger cousin brothers and sisters insisted. Even though I was not interested in playing such childish games, I had to oblige them. I was visiting them after 5 long years. My Dad and Mom moved to the US during the nineties and settled there with a green card.

I was born as a US citizen. My parents sent me alone to India for the annual village festival as I had a break between semesters. I am Rahul, 21 years old and studying in the US. This is my first day in the village.

My mother, Sumithra, loved my Dad, Raghu, while studying engineering in Bangalore. She eloped with my Dad to the US as my Mom’s Father, Range Gowda, opposed their relationship. My parents studied MS in America with my Dad’s parent’s help, got a job there and settled there.

I was born a US citizen and never came to India. My Grandpa Range Gowda had hatred for both my Mom and Dad. Now he was 75 years old, he called my mother and requested her to come to India as he wanted to see his Grandson, That’s me.

My Mom didn’t budge but later agreed to send me to India for a week. So, I landed in a small village near Chikkamagalur, Karnataka, India. I met my mother’s Dad, Range Gowda, for the first time. He was healthy with a big grey moustache.

He was a well-built man of 6 ft 3 inches ht, broad chest with abundant grey hairs peeping out his vest. I gave the presents to all my Uncles, aunts, nephews and nieces, which my Mom had sent from the US. Each present had the name written on the wrapping.

Let me take the story forwards and introduce the characters.

Range Gowda, Grandpa-75 years.

The elder son and wife both passed away. Their daughters are Nandini, aged 26 and Ishani, aged 23.

Their second son Raman, aged 46, his wife Mamta, aged 42 and their daughter Asha aged 21.

Third son Anil, aged 44, wife Swapna, aged 40, and their twins Rohit and Ajit, both 19 years old.

Rohit, my younger cousin, showed me all the hiding places in the house. The house was very big with 8 bedrooms, 2 living rooms and 4 washrooms, old perhaps. Ishani, who was 2 years older than me, my Mom’s elder brother’s daughter, was also participating.

She has completed her BCA and studying MCA. I was surprised to see her eagerly participating in this silly game. She was dark-skinned but pretty to look at. She was wearing a loose T-shirt and tight jeans and definitely was not my type.

Ten persons were in the game, along with neighbor kids and my cousin Ajit was to find us. Rohit asked me to hide in the attic of the storeroom which was at the corner of the house and a bit isolated. I went to the storeroom when Ajit started counting. I climbed the ladder to the attic and found it full of grain sacks.

I pulled some sacks aside, making a place for me to sit comfortably. I saw a small ventilator through which the outside large bathroom could be seen. The bathroom had no roof as the walls were a bit high. It was inside our compound, and there were no houses for at least 500 meters.

The storeroom was pitch dark when the door was closed. I was startled when the storeroom door opened and then closed again. I heard someone climbing the ladder and heard the bangles tingling, and I knew it should be one of my cousin sisters.

The person climbed up the attic, and in the darkness, a warm hand touched my feet.

“Is it you, Rohit? I heard Ishani’s voice.

“No, it’s me, Rahul,” I replied.

“This place is cramped. Why did you come and hide here? There were lots of places to hide,” Ishani said, sitting on the attic floor with her back to me. I could smell the feminine fragrance from her body. She was too dangerously close to me, with her back almost touching my front.

Thighs were grazing against each other. “Rohit told me to hide here as I don’t know much about the layout of the house,” I said.

“Ok, that idiot asked me to hide here too. This place is shit, hot without any light or fan,” Ishani said. I sensed her settling slightly, moving away from me.

To kill the time, I peeped out of the ventilator and saw a lady washing the clothes inside the open bathroom. It was my Mom’s younger brother’s wife, Swapna, washing the clothes on the raised platform. The way she was bending her upper body and scrubbing the clothes, she was looking very hot and sexy.

Her saree pallu had turned into a thick rope at her right arm. It was not covering her blouse and showing ample cleavage of her breasts, which was spilling out of her tight blouse. The twin treasures of my Aunt were big and looked like twin peaks with the blouse.

She scrubbed the clothes on the platform. Her breasts were swaying sideways and were trying to pop out from the top of the blouse. I got an instant hard-on seeing that erotic scene. If Ishani wouldn’t have been here, I would have pulled out my cock from my shorts and started masturbating right there.

But I controlled myself. Ishani saw me looking out through the ventilator, came forward and peeped outside. When she did that, I felt a part of her body graze my arm and knew it was her breast. I pressed my arm onto her tit and felt her firm breast.

“Aren’t you ashamed to peep at your Aunt, Rahul?” Ishani chided me.

“Sorry, I was just looking out, not intending to look at her,” I said, stammering.

“Isn’t she beautiful? How can you know her? You are seeing her for the first time,” Ishani said and sat properly with her back to me, taking her breast off my arm. I think she never noticed that her firm breast was brushing my arm, and she was very casual.

Suddenly, the storeroom door opened up. We saw Ajit coming in search of his cousins. Our heads would be seen if he looked up, so Ishani quickly pushed her back towards me, making me fall back on the floor. While I was pushed down by Ishani, my right hand embraced her across her tummy.

Her loose shirt had moved up, and my hand was on her naked tummy flesh. Ishani didn’t scold me for obscenely holding her body. She couldn’t speak because of getting caught by Ajit. I was feeling her warm body heat through her tummy.

Making matters worse as my cock was struggling inside my briefs. It was poking Ishani’s lower back and dangerously close to her ass cheeks. I don’t know if she felt my cock poking her back. We heard Ajit climbing the ladder in search of us in the attic.

Ishani moved her body upwards, trying to hide from Ajit’s sight, and her ass was resting on my crotch now. I assisted her to slide back by pulling her up, placing both my hands on her naked tummy, and feeling her flat tummy flesh.

Ishani’s shirt had moved up to the bottom of her breasts. My arm felt her bra bottom string. Both my arms were relishing her soft skin flesh. Ishani didn’t even look back at me, even though I was inappropriately embracing her. Seeing Ishani’s silence, I bravely moved my right hand up on her bra.

I cupped her left breast in the palm and my elbow was pressing her right breast. As expected, I found her tits firm like rocks and gave a squeeze to her left boob. Startled by her breast being groped, Ishani turned back and gave me a big stare. Her face was dangerously close, and her lips were grazing my chin.

Knowing that she wouldn’t shout as Ajit might hear her, I lowered my face and kissed her on her lips. Ishani didn’t move her face back, nor did she cooperate with me for the kiss. She just glared at me while I pressed my lips more on hers. I lingered my tongue between her lips, prodding her to open her lips.

I knew she was my cousin sister, older than me. I couldn’t resist seeing her young body so close, which was up for grabs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ajit’s head. He was standing at the top of the ladder, trying to see if anyone was there.

I was sure he saw me kissing Ishani. But to my surprise, he climbed down the ladder. Ishani opened her lips a bit, and I quickly pushed my tongue inside her mouth. Ishani didn’t suck my tongue but was staring through the ventilator. Pressing her tit, moving my tongue inside her warm mouth, I, too, looked out.

Now Swapna Aunty was removing her blouse from her arms, holding the tip of her pallu between her teeth as a shield to hide her breasts. I thought she might have finished washing clothes. I was getting excited more. I had my cousin sister in my arms, kneading her small firm boobs, still kissing her soft lips.

I knew that Swapna Aunty was about to expose her breasts. I waited patiently. Removing the blouse, Swapna Aunty wiped her chest top and breasts with her pallu. I saw her breasts, which were quite big with big nipples at the tip.

Brownish areolas and darker nipples, bit sagging breasts under own weight, which was a sight for the eyes. Ishani was also busy watching her Aunt, who was wiping her upper torso. Hearing the door closing, Ishani pulled her lips away from mine.

She said, “I am your cousin sister. I thought you were a gentleman, not a pervert like other boys.”

Nor did she move away from me, nor chided me as I was still cupping her tits. I moved my left hand up and cupped her other tit, too, looking outside at Swapna Aunt’s big melons. I felt a light tap on my cheek, turned and saw Ishani fuming at me.

“For God’s sake, stop staring at Swapna Aunty,” Ishani growled at me.

“What can I do when someone is showing their booty,” I said, smiling.

“Swapna Aunty is not someone. She is your Aunt, and show some respect to her,” Ishani said, now trying to get out of my grip.

“Ok, Ok. I won’t stare at her if you show me yours like Aunty,” I said, pressing her tits harder.

“Behave yourself, Rahul. I am older than you and your sister, for God’s sake,” Ishani said, trying to move away.

“Correction. You are technically my cousin sister,” I said and pulled her back but stopped. I heard Rohit’s voice asking me to come out as Ajit had won. Halfheartedly I released my grip from Ishani’s tits. She quickly climbed down the ladder and went out without looking back at me.

I thought, is she mad at me because I groped her ‘OR’ I stared at Swapna Aunt’s breasts shamelessly. Worried, I, too, got down and joined the others, but I didn’t see Ishani anywhere. I asked Rohit about her, and he said that she had gone to her room.

“Did you enjoy, Rahul Anna?” Rohit asked me, winking at me.

“What are you talking about, Rohit?” I said.

“Come on. I deliberately sent both you and Ishani Akka to the storeroom. I warned Ajit not to locate you guys even if he catches you both. He said you both were intimate in the attic when he spotted you both and were kissing. Did you both do more than kiss?” Rohit said with a big smile on his face.

“No, Bro. We just kissed,” I said, blushing.

I never knew that Rohit had planned for me and Ishani to get cosier. But I was happy that he did that.

“Now it’s my turn to locate you guys. I will send Ishani Akka again to the attic. This time, you both enjoy leisurely. Enjoy the time with her again, as I will give you more time than Ajit Anna,” Rohit said and went to count.

After that groping and kissing incident, I doubted Ishani would come back again to hide in the attic. I went back to the storeroom and climbed the ladder. To my surprise, I saw Ishani already present in the attic. She was peeping out of the ventilator, ignoring my presence totally.

Since she was close to the ventilator, I went and sat beside her with my right arm, brushing her left arm and tried to peep out of the ventilator. “Your Swapna Aunt’s show is over. But you can watch Mamta Aunt’s show now if you want to, Mister,” Ishani said without looking back at me.

Pressing my chest to her back and pushing her forward, I tried to peep outside through the ventilator. While my chest was pressing her back on her shirt, I noticed something was missing under her shirt. To confirm, I roamed my hand on her back and, to my surprise, saw that her bra was missing.

In the guise of peeping out, both my hands hugged across her stomach. I saw Mamta Aunty washing utensils at the same place where Swapna Aunty was washing clothes a few minutes back. My right hand moved up to her chest and arms. I felt her breasts bottom, which were naked.

I felt Ishani’s warm, firm tits for the first time. My left hand was near her pants top, feeling her naked tummy skin. I was surprised to see Ishani silent when I was groping her, unlike last time. Instead, Ishani pushed her back towards my chest encouraging me.

She moaned lightly while my palm caressed her naked tummy skin. Encouraged by this, I cupped her naked small tit and gave a hard squeeze. It was a bit small for my big palm. But there were quite a handful, not huge ones like Swapna Aunty.

Her sharp nipples were poking my palm, and my thumb toyed with the pointy nipple. My left hand tried to locate the navel, but finding it in the dark, I played with it, dipping my finger in the deep hole.

“What are you doing, Rahul?” Ishani said, moaning but not asking me to take my hands off her body.

Holding her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I gave a few twists to the sharp nipple and said, “Playing with your cute tits and nipples, Ishani.”

“How do you know that they are cute when you haven’t seen them yet,” Ishani asked, turning back.

“Then show me. I will tell if they are cute or not,” I said, testing her tits firmness by pressing them harder.

“Easy cowboy. Mine are very sensitive and not big and spongy like Swapna Aunt’s,” Ishani said, brushing her lips on mine.

Tasting her soft lips once again, I tried to kiss her, but she moved her head back and looked at the ventilator.

“If you want to see Mamta Aunt’s thundering thighs, see outside,” Ishani said.

Continued in the next part.

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