The Journey Begins

The next day in the early morning we 3 people, (my brother, me n Shankar) left for the place in the car along with other 3 friends of my brother following us in another car. It was a long 5 hour journey from there. And on the way the tyre of our car got punctured and we had to leave the car in a workshop there and join and fit inside the other car. Shankar, being the eldest person on the trip, got in the front seat of the car.

The driver was in the driver seat, so the remaining 4 people had to adjust in the back seat. Being relatively the smallest and petite person I had to sit on someone’s lap. Initially I sat on the lap of a didi (a female colleague of my brother). But her legs started aching within 10 minutes.Then I tried switching to my brother’s lap. He suddenly said it would be difficult to let me sit there for the whole journey. It was quite uneasy to fit 4 people at the back side. So then I strategically proposed to pull Shankar’s seat a furthermore backwards to make space in the front and then I could sit in between Shankar’s legs at the front seat. Deepak asked if Shankar could manage it. Shankar was truly not at all expecting such a sudden turn of events. He said he would give it a try for sure. I reaffirmed I will be alright there and jumped out of the car and got into the front seat and sat in between his legs, and the journey restarted. I started falling then and now from the seat as if I am sitting only at the end of the seat, especially whenever the car brakes due to the heavy traffic. So I asked him to hold me safely by my waist and so that I would stop falling from the seat. He reluctantly kept his hand around my waist carefully, not making any proper contact with my waist. I pulled his hand and made him properly hug me around my waist. I noticed that his arm was placed over my T-shirt, perfectly covering my navel area with his palm . The trip was getting really jolly and funny all along with antakshari, playful fights and laughter. His fingers resting on my stomach often felt slightly moved uncomfortably whenever I laughed out loud or turned around. By then I started feeling that those movements were not out of uncomfort I caused by my movements. When I keenly kept track of his minute finger movements, I realized that each of his fingers placed all around my navel were millimeter by millimeter, slowly and softly drawing separate circles on my belly. He is inconspicuously trying to take advantage of the situation which I have kinda manipulated him into. I didn’t expect him to fall for my bait so easily by making such a bold move. I didn’t react to it and pretended to be unaware of it. To see upto what length he would dare to go, I did something. I lifted and stretched both my hands upwards as I was scratching my upper back which made my t-shirt raise a little slightly revealing a bit of my stomach. Shankar suddenly caught on it and slid his hands inside my t-shirt. I couldn’t control my mischievous smile, but gladly he didn’t notice and I too did not give any loud reaction. After inserting his arm inside my t-shirt he still continued drawing slow circles around my navel.

The teasing was a legit mood raiser and I was getting turned on like anything. Throughout the journey I moved and turned around, as part of me, taking part in and reacting to the conversation going on with other people in the car and gave him different parts of my stomach, my tiny love handles and belly folds to caress with. He was also actively participating in the group conversation going on, while my whole attention was into his finger movements and my belly. As mostly I was at the receiving end of every one’s jokes, I just had to give different cute, playfully angry reactions to each of them one after another. I admired his multitasking talents too. He has loosened up a lot, and was often cracking some jokes. I was enjoying those moments profoundly. This was the first time in my life anyone gave so much affection, attention and love to my body. Eventhough I have had sex before, it was kinda rough and dirty and I was confused about it the whole time and now the realisation hit me like a lightning, that I’m not much into such rough hardcore stuffs and instead I really am more into soft n sensual foreplays and outercourse. 

After reaching the village we were served with a grand lunch and we were brought to a nearby small resort. The place is kind of a hill station and a tourist spot, which has lots of resorts. This resort was with a beautiful view of a valley at the balcony of our rooms. We all were given 5 Rooms out of which, one each was given for me, My brother and Shankar. We all had a relatively longer nap and later I got up, had a bath and then dressed up with the attire I bought for the sangeet, as it is tonight. The bubble gum pink coloured lehenga, matching spaghetti striped choli, and a translucent shawl.

I carefully coloured my nails with pink tutex, and my lips with a pinkish lipstick, I saved up for this night. I made my hair smooth with a conditioner and kept it open and loose. I wore a long dangling silver ear ring and a thick silver bracelet, I purposefully avoided chains on the neck, since I love the bare neck look of mine. But most importantly I had a surprise waiting for Shankar that evening. I had secretly bought a thin shiny silver waist chain, which goes very well with other jewelry and the whole look of mine.

For the Sangeet there were lots of pretty girls present there, but still I didn’t go unnoticed at all. Lots of eyes were often on me too. Including the ones of the man I really wanted to impress that night, my fake father, Shankar. He started eyeing me the moment I came out of the room. Later Preeti (the Bride) and some of her cousins insisted that I join their group dance and I had to accept. They suddenly started teaching me the steps and then in no time we started practicing the dance steps with music on and within an hour of practice we performed it on stage too. It went pretty decent when compared to the time we took to make it up. Lots of ppl appreciated us. I felt really sexy and attractive after a long period of time. It was a good feeling I was really missing lately.

After the sangeet functions and the dinner, my brother, Shankar and I were talking and getting introduced to lots and lots of their family and friends and I was getting really tired. I diplomatically escaped from them saying I had to get mehndi done on my hands and got to the designer who was doing this to all the females assembled there. Being the sister of the groom, and the one among the 2 only family members of the groom, as soon as I got there they let me surpass the queue and put beautifully designed mehendi on my hands almost till the elbow. After that I didn’t go back to the dull family introductions, that’s when I spotted Shankar smoking a cigarette in a quiet corner. Apparently he also escaped from the introductions and formal talks. I went to him and showed my mehndi-hands and started chatting with him. I stopped him when he tried lighting off the cigarette because of my presence. He then showed me some beautiful candid pictures of mine he clicked that night with his mobile camera. I chose my favorite one (obviously the picture which shows me flaunting my midriff sultrily)  among it and asked him to upload it to instagram without any filters tagging me. He hesitated at first and later did so after I insisted, as my hands are not free to do it myselves. Then I said I felt suffocated by these elite smugs all around staring and judging us, and I wanted to escape from this whole space. He initially rejected this idea as a silly one. But I kept pushing him. On our way there, from the car, he had said that he had been to this place and was quite familiar with the place, also the terrains and all looked so beautiful. Stating all these I said it’s only him who can help me then to take me out of this whole ambience. Finally he suggested we could visit a nearby temple. I asked, It was almost 10 at night, which temple would be open then. But he said he had been to that place before, it’s a tribal temple, with a good ambience, and there is a special function during the nights of last Saturdays of every month and that night was one of them. He also suggested that, as it’s an ‘auspicious thing’ they can legitimately inform the hosts and we as the father and daughter can go to that temple. I was excited about the idea but having this mehendi in my hands is a commitment and I will have to keep it for at least an hour before washing it off. And since my hands are not free until then I thought it would be difficult to manage without hands. So I whined about it to Shankar, and naturally Shankar offered his constant physical support throughout until we came back. I happily accepted that and then he informed the hosts and then we left for the temple in the car.