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Manoj understood and removed his hands. His erection became even more prominent, pushing strongly against the fabric. Madhavi watched with wide eyes, managing a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort.
While Madhavi and Narmada were watching Precum from his Penis tip made that white boxer with stain in LIVE front of everyone.
Narmada did not mind, but Madhavi felt disgusted and shocked
Narmada: “Manoj, you used to do push-ups earlier, didn’t you? How many push-ups can you do in one minute?”
Manoj: “Around forty, Amma.”
Narmada: “Madhavi may not have seen it. Show her some push-ups.”
Manoj got down on the floor, spread his legs, and began doing push-ups in an almost missionary-like position. He pushed his upper body up and down. The motion closely resembled the act of intercourse. As he performed them vigorously, to Madhavi it looked almost as if he was thrusting against someone on the floor.
He finished, stood up, and shook his arms and legs to relax.
Madhavi watched in shock, trying not to show it outwardly.
Narmada: “Madhavi, you are not looking at him the way he is looking at you. You are avoiding your gaze. Change that a little.” (She spoke in a firm tone.)
“This is how it is. You must build closeness gradually like this. I will guide you and tell you what small things you should do to reduce the awkwardness between you. You must follow without hesitation.”
“Do not rush into big things. Start with small steps. In two or three days, you will both be ready.”
Manoj: “Okay, Amma.”
Narmada: “Mm. One important thing – exchanging small acts of affection will create closeness. One such act is feeding each other.”
Madhavi thought inwardly, “Feeding each other? We can do it. It is not a big deal.”
Narmada: “Will you feed each other now?”
Madhavi thought, ‘It looks like Amma will not let us off easily now.’
Manoj: “Okay, Amma.”
Madhavi thought to herself, ‘This fellow is like a schoolboy raising his hand first to answer the teacher – volunteering for everything immediately.’
Narmada: “Okay, da. Feed her the payasam (sweet porridge).”
Manoj stood up to go inside and look for a spoon.
Narmada: “Where are you going?”
Manoj: “To get a spoon.”
Narmada: “Hey, for loved ones, you should feed them with your hand, not with a spoon.”
Manoj: “But it is payasam, Amma. How can I feed her with my hand?”
Narmada: “Do I have to explain everything? Take a little with three or four fingers and feed her. She will sip it from your fingers.”
Madhavi: “Amma, what is this?”
Narmada: “What is wrong with it, dee?”
Madhavi hesitated. “Hygiene, Amma.”
Narmada: “He will wash his hands before feeding you. Moreover, in love, you should never look for hygiene, just fingers, right?”
Manoj awoke, hearing “just fingers right, Manoj’s imagination peaked what if Madhavi Sucks his ….”
With no other choice, Madhavi got ready. Manoj took some payasam in a bowl, held it below her chin to prevent spilling, scooped some with his thumb and index finger along with the other fingers, and brought it to her lips. Madhavi opened her mouth.
He gently inserted three fingers. With embarrassment, she sucked and drank the payasam. Inevitably, her mind connected it to another act. Manoj’s mind had already gone there. His manhood grew even larger, forming a bigger tent in his underwear. Madhavi noticed that pre-cum dot had expanded a bit.
In her mind, she thought, ‘This mother will not leave us alone.’
Narmada: “Now, certain thoughts will arise in your minds that cannot be spoken aloud. Those very thoughts will create closeness between you.”
Manoj thought inwardly, “Amma, you are on another level. There must be great merit in the fact that my biological mother passed away.”
Unable to stop the comparison in her mind, Madhavi sucked the payasam from his three fingers four or five times.
Narmada: “Madhavi, now it is your turn. Feed him the payasam.”
Madhavi took some payasam with her delicate fingers and fed Manoj. He sucked and licked her fingers while drinking it. Madhavi felt extremely uncomfortable and waited impatiently, wondering when this ordeal would end and when her mother would finally leave them alone.
Narmada interrupted, “Manoj and Madhavi, you are not doing it the right way. Men should never drink payasam from a finger, sucking it. It is not auspicious for the home. If you drink water from a pond, how will you hold water in your hand/palm and drink? Men should drink like that.
Narmada looked at Madhavi, “Madhavi, pour payasam in your palm and show it to Madhavi. Manoj will lick the Payasam from there.”
Madhavi clearly felt the inner meaning of all these actions, and she was shocked.
Manoj started understanding the meaning and started building the Narmada temple in his mind, “Mom, you are on a different level, our dad should be lucky to get you as a wife”
Madhavi poured it on her palm and held it in a way that it would not run out of her hand. Manoj, with full imagination of licking Madhavi’s pussy. He held her hand and gently started licking in a forward and backward motion.
Madhavi unconsciously connected the thought of being licked in her pussy. She felt nervous, shivering, and shocked and spilt payasam from her hand in shock.
Narmada interrupted, “What, Madhavi, can’t you show payasam properly? Why are you getting so nervous? See how casual Manoj is”
Finally, Narmada brought the payasam episode to a close. Switched to another topic
Narmada (looking at Madhavi’s chest): “What, dee? Haven’t you stitched a proper blouse?”
Madhavi: “What, Amma? This one is fine.”
Narmada: “No, dee. I will stitch a stylish, well-fitted one for you. I am the one who taught you tailoring. It has been a long time. I will stitch a new blouse for you now.”
Manoj understood immediately that his mother was about to offer the next opportunity.
Narmada: “Manoj, bring the measuring tape, da. I need to take measurements.”
Madhavi: “I already have measurements for blouses, Amma.”
Narmada: “No, dee. I need fresh measurements to stitch it nice and tight.”
Narmada: “Manoj, take Madhavi’s blouse measurements. Take them properly and tightly, da.”
Madhavi: “Amma, what is this?”
Narmada: “Don’t you understand, dee? Why are you panicking? In the maximum tailoring shop, it is a male tailor who takes your measurements. Here it is, our own boy. Moreover, you two are going to be together. What is wrong with him taking measurements?”
Narmada: “Raise your hands and stand. Manoj, go behind her and measure around her chest.”
Manoj stood behind Madhavi. His bulging manhood brushed against her buttocks, sending a shiver through her. As he took the measurements, his fingers repeatedly touched and grazed her breasts. Madhavi felt overwhelmed.
Narmada gave various instructions for different measurements. Manoj performed them diligently, his fingers playing across her breasts – sometimes touching, sometimes nearly touching.
At last, Narmada finished.
Narmada: “Okay, this is enough for today. We will do many such small things. In another two days, you both will be ready. Once it happens once, nothing will feel wrong afterwards.”
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“It is getting late. You both can go and sleep. Get used to sleeping in the same room.”
Although Madhavi had no desire to sleep in the same room as Manoj, she could not argue with her mother after everything that had happened. She nodded, thinking it would at least give her a chance to speak with him privately. Her mind was in turmoil, filled with anger and frustration towards Manoj.
As soon as Manoj and Madhavi entered the room, tears choked her throat. She locked the door, fell face-down on the bed, covered her mouth with her hands, and began to cry silently so no sound would escape.
Manoj stood there, admiring her back, the bra strap visible where her blouse had shifted, her bare waist, and her shapely hips. Seeing her cry, he spoke.
Manoj: “Akka, why are you crying?”
Madhavi sprang up in anger, turned around with reddened eyes, and snapped, “What the hell, Akka…! Now”
Manoj became tense. His mind warned him: ‘Be careful, Manoj. She is extremely angry. Handle this cautiously.’
Manoj: “What happened, Ka?”
Madhavi: “Don’t call me that. Did you see everything that happened outside?”
Manoj: “I understand, Akka. I was also shocked.”
Madhavi: “Don’t act. All this is because of you.”
Manoj: “What did I do, Akka?”
Madhavi: “Why are you talking so innocently? ‘We should live as husband and wife,’ ‘We need to prepare our bodies,’ ‘Shall we use condoms?’ What kind of questions were those? It doesn’t look like you are helping. Everything you do seems to be making the problem bigger.”
Manoj’s mind sharpened: ‘She has a point. I need to handle this carefully.’
Manoj (speaking calmly without showing fear): “Akka, understand properly. I asked Amma those things only to build her trust. I felt she did not fully trust us. That is why I planted that bit. After that, didn’t she herself say she trusts us completely? Now that she believes us, it will be easier for us to manage her.”
Madhavi: “But nothing that is happening feels right. Look at what your actions have led to – your dress, my dress, feeding payasam, and taking blouse measurements. It looks like you are happily doing all this, using it as an excuse.”
Manoj (putting on a sad, sentimental expression): “So you are suspecting me, Akka?” (sorrowfully) “Think carefully. Did all this happen because of me? It was because of one foolish thing you did.” (He deliberately tested her by saying she had done something foolish.)
Madhavi was momentarily confused when he pointed out her mistake. Manoj immediately clarified.
Manoj: “When Amma asked why you were sad, instead of handling it cleverly, you told her directly that you cannot see him that way, and he cannot see you that way. When you presented it as a problem, did you think she would let it go? That is why she has pushed us into all this. You gave her the opening, and now you are blaming me as if I am the one at fault?”
Madhavi felt there was some truth in his words and looked at him in confusion. Taking advantage, Manoj continued to expand on the point.
Manoj: “Honestly, because of what you did, my dignity is also gone. I am standing here in just underwear. Do you think only you have self-respect? Don’t I have any? Why shouldn’t I scold you for bringing me to this state? You don’t know when or what to speak. You have a dumb brain. You went and asked Amma for help, and she has neatly trapped us. Now you are putting all the blame on me? This is not fair at all.”
Madhavi looked confused. “But you seemed happy. You were acting normal and enjoying it, weren’t you?”
Manoj: “Then how else should I have behaved? Should I have put on a sad face and acted like I was unwilling, as if I had been forced into this?”
Madhavi: “Is that how it was?”
Manoj: “It was all acting. When you wear a dog’s costume, you have to act like a dog.”
Madhavi: “Then the measurements, the feeding of payasam, the touching – all of it…”
Manoj: “It was all acting to handle Amma.”
Madhavi remained confused and thoughtful.
Manoj decided that if he let her think too much, everything would be ruined.
Manoj: “Akka, if there is no trust and unity between us, we cannot do anything about this. I am not interested in playing this game anymore. I will do whatever you say. Amma has lived this long. If this is what fate has written for us, we can let her go; we have no choice but to accept it. I cannot do this anymore.”
Seeing him wash his hands as if he had given up, Madhavi became a little scared and softened.
Madhavi: “Hey, why are you talking like this? Sorry, da.”
Manoj: “Keep your sorrow and throw it in the dustbin. Who needs it?” (angrily) “Answer me honestly from your conscience. Did I willingly do any of the things I did today by my own initiative? We only did what Amma asked us to do. How can you suspect me in all this?”
He cornered her with logic.
While Madhavi was still reeling from his question, he continued, “Fine, I will ask, and you answer. Amma asked you to feed me payasam too. You inserted your finger into my mouth and fed me. You also showed your cleavage in the blouse in front of me as Amma instructed. If I blamed you by saying you fed me with sexual desire and willingly showed me your cleavage, would you accept it?”
Madhavi (stammering): “What are you asking like this?”
Manoj: “That is exactly what I am asking you, Akka. Why shouldn’t I suspect you the same way you suspect me? How much would it hurt and humiliate you if I did that? It is the same for me.”
Madhavi understood his logic, but she was still unable to accept it fully. She started to speak, but swallowed her words.
Madhavi: “No, da. But still, you had…”
Manoj (interrupting): “You are hiding something in your mind. Tell me openly.”
Madhavi (after thinking for a long time): “The reason I suspected you is because of your…”
Narmada: “What?”
Madhavi hesitated.
Narmada: “Tell me, Ka. What is it?”
Madhavi (with great hesitation): “Erection.”
Manoj was slightly taken aback. ‘Ah, Akka has hit a sharp point.’
He acted shocked and began to think.
For Madhavi, too, openly mentioning his erection felt awkward. While she worried whether she had spoken too hastily, Manoj began to reply.
Manoj: “What, Akka? You went this deep and personal? I did not expect this from you, Ka.”
He remained silent for a moment, building tension in her.
Manoj: “Ka, understand one thing. Understand the situation there. Amma had dressed you in just a blouse with your cleavage clearly visible. She made me stand in just my underwear. On top of that, she made us feed each other payasam and take measurements in a way that was highly stimulating. In that extremely awkward situation… that small, unavoidable thing happened. And you are humiliating me by blowing it out of proportion, Ka… Am I a machine?”
Madhavi genuinely felt bad. She wondered if she should not have brought it up and whether she had spoken too hastily. While she was thinking how to handle it, Manoj continued.
Manoj: “Akka, leave that aside. I am not asking to embarrass you. Since you asked about it without hesitation, I am asking this: how did you conclude it was an erection? Why did you assume it was an erection?”
That question stunned her.
Manoj: “I am not asking to humiliate you.”
Madhavi was confused. ‘What is he asking? It was an erection, right? Did I misunderstand?’ Before she could respond, Manoj answered himself.
Manoj: “Akka, to be honest, it was not a full erection – only about 5%. It was not an erection, just a slight disturbance in feeling, that’s all. I get a full erection only when I am completely excited. In that embarrassing situation, it was just an unavoidable 5%. And you blew even that small thing out of proportion and humiliated me, Ka.” (He asked with a pitiful tone.)
Madhavi was shocked inside. ‘What? Only 5%? Then 100% would be…?’
Madhavi softened. “Sorry, da. I should not have asked that. It was very wrong, da. I understand what you are saying. Please forget it. I did not think badly of you.”
Manoj did not soften immediately. He spoke with frustration. “No, Ka. You have hurt me deeply. I will forget it. I will not talk about it again.”
“But I have reached a decision, Akka…”
He built up the tension.
Madhavi (hesitantly): “What, da?”
Manoj: “Akka, because you stayed calm in front of Amma during everything that happened, I thought you understood me. I thought you would not misunderstand me. That is why I acted confidently in front of Amma. But when you have so much doubt and confusion inside, I cannot continue acting with you anymore.”
Madhavi became tense.
Manoj: “Tomorrow, Amma may give us even more intense tasks to increase the closeness between us. I do not know whether I can perform those tasks properly or whether I will panic and tell her inside the room why this happened and that happened. I cannot handle this pressure.”
Madhavi: “Then…?” (tensely)
Manoj: “Tomorrow, I will confess everything to Amma. I will tell her that we both were acting and that this does not suit us. After that, whatever happens to us is fate. What can we do? Mom has lived for 45 years, we will leave it to god for the rest of the decision, and let us be prepared.
Madhavi asked worriedly, “Why are you suddenly backing out like this, da?”
Manoj spoke affectionately and with emotion. “No, Akka. Understand my situation. Today I acted confidently, thinking you were on my side and that we had a mutual understanding. But tomorrow, if Amma gives the same kind of tasks, I do not know if I can perform them as well as today. I am scared. My entire attention will be on preventing an erection so that Akka does not misunderstand me. Nature tests us most when we try to suppress something. Therefore, I cannot take this pressure, Akka. Moreover, Amma is very intelligent. She will easily notice any change in me. Rather than getting caught by her, I would rather confess the truth myself and surrender.”
Madhavi panicked.
Madhavi: “Manoj, please, da. I’m sorry, da. I’m really, really sorry, da.”
She moved closer physically, held his hand, and tried to pacify him with a touch of intimacy.
Madhavi: “Please, da. It was all my mistake. I should not have suspected you and asked that. Please, I will never think badly of you, da. How can you suddenly back out like this? Please.”
Manoj (affectionately, without sulking): “Akka, think about what I said. Try to understand my position too. You should understand Amma’s mental state even better than I do. She is my chithi/pinni, but she is your mother. You are the one who should understand her mindset. But right now, you seem a bit selfish.”
Madhavi: “Aiyo, suspecting you about the erection was my mistake, da. I already apologised. Now listen to one thing.” [She calmed down a little.]
“Even if you get 100% erection, I will not suspect you, da. Whatever task Amma gives, you do it confidently just like you did today, without any hesitation, da.”
Manoj: “Akka, don’t force yourself to comfort me by saying all this. If you cannot handle this, it will be difficult to continue.”
Madhavi: “No, da. I understand. If we confess everything now, the matter will only get bigger. Until we find another solution, we have no choice but to grit our teeth and manage. We have to handle the tasks Amma gives. There is no other way. I am not happy about this, but we have no choice. It would be very good if we could get out of this soon. Until then, we have to endure it patiently. After doing so much, if we break it now, it will create a huge problem.”
Madhavi broke down a little. “You said you would help me, but now you are talking like this. Please understand my situation and my anger, da. This is not my character. Even when I was with my husband, I used to feel shy. And now, with you – my younger brother – when you do all this while enjoying and smiling, any woman would naturally feel fear, da. How can you suddenly get angry like this?”
Manoj (affectionately): “Sorry, Ka. If I were really at fault and you suspected me, I would have accepted it normally. But when I am being honest, your suspicion hurt me a little. This is a problem that happens to honest people, Ka. Honest people cannot tolerate it when someone suspects them.”
Madhavi: “I understand, Manoj. There is one more big fear in my mind regarding this matter, da. That is also a reason for my mood swings.”
Manoj: “Akka, don’t keep anything in your mind. Speak openly. Only then will there be no bitterness between us.”
Madhavi: “You are my younger brother, da. Doing this kind of thing with you… even if it is acting… still… If I get close to you like this, if we engage in this kind of physical, intimate acting, I am scared that your mind might get corrupted, da. You are still a young one. I should not be the reason for spoiling your mind, da. That is another fear I have.”
Manoj: “What are you saying, Akka? How can my mind get corrupted because of you? You are my elder sister, Ka. No matter how close you are to me, how can my mind get spoiled? As long as the thought that you are my Akka remains in my mind, how can any wrong feeling arise? Don’t worry about that, Ka. Why do you think I do so much yoga? I keep my mind under good control through meditation and yoga.”
Madhavi (laughing sarcastically): “This is the same face that claims to have mind control, yet sent that kind of WhatsApp message to a friend.” (She said it with a mocking smile.)
Manoj (smiling): “Akka, I was talking about mind control regarding you. The outside world, that WhatsApp matters – that is out of the syllabus. Like the vibrator. We don’t need to go there.”
Madhavi: “Whatever. But as you said, don’t let your mind get corrupted. Keep the thought that I am your Akka, da. That is all I ask. Okay, leave the past matter. Let us talk about how to handle Amma and find a permanent way to escape this.”
Manoj also softened. “Akka, I was also thinking about the same thing. I wanted to discuss and plan with you, but the topic changed. Let us think, Ka.”
Manoj pondered for a moment.
Manoj: “Akka, I have one suggestion. See if it works.”
Madhavi (eagerly): “Tell me, da.”
To be Continued.
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