Lalitha didn't even wait for Balu's reply. She headed straight to the kitchen. Manjula came out from there, pinching the edge of her saree pallu between her fingers.
"Come, little stud…" she said with a smile. "She told me some pipe broke. Let's go see and fix it."
The two women walked ahead, chatting casually.
"Aunt… please stop calling me little stud… I'm a grown man now," Balu protested.
Manjula's left breast brushed against his arm as they walked; her right breast pressed fully against his shoulder.
"Even if you become a grown man, can't I still call you that? I'll keep calling you little stud even after you're married and have children," she laughed, ruffling his hair.
The thick, musky sweat smell from her armpit hit his nose again. His cock jerked hard.
She kept her hand on his head, then slid it down and gripped his shoulder firmly as they reached Apsana's house.
Apsana opened the door. "Manjula akka… you brought the handsome boy… what happened?"
Manjula laughed. "He says he's a big boy now, so no more little stud."
Balu groaned, "Aunt…"
Apsana smiled. "Even if you become a big man, you'll always be our little stud… come inside."
The house was luxurious — big TV, sofa, dining table, everything expensive.
Manjula asked, "Where's your brother?"
Apsana: "At the shop, akka…"
Manjula turned to Balu. "Apsana's family runs a chicken shop, remember?"
Balu: "Yes, chicken shop."
Apsana ran her fingers lightly over Balu's shoulder. "He still remembers…"
In the kitchen, Abu (full name Abubucker) stood holding the broken pipe. He was completely soaked.
Abu was thinner than Balu and looked a bit weak, but his skin was dark and attractive. He wore only shorts, no shirt. Water dripped from his body. He was just one year younger than Balu, had finished plus-two and joined a diploma course.
Apsana: "Abu, look… Manjula akka came…"
Manjula: "Ayyo, the boy is completely drenched…" Saying this she wiped his bare chest with the end of her saree pallu and took hold of the pipe.
"Apsana… bring some old cloth… and if there's a small stick or piece of wire…"
"I'll check," Apsana said and went to another room.
"You just stand there… go outside and see if there's anything in the yard — a small stick or wire for this size," she told Balu.
Balu went out to search.
Manjula squatted down to examine the pipe. Her pallu fell forward; her deep cleavage was fully exposed. Abu's eyes locked on it.
Balu came back with a piece of wire.
Manjula took it, still squatting, and started fixing the pipe. Her saree rode high up her thighs. Abu stood right behind her, staring at her exposed lower back and the top of her ass crack.
Balu saw everything and felt his cock harden again.
Manjula finished the repair and stood up. Water stopped leaking.
"Done… now it won't leak," she said, wiping sweat from her neck. Her blouse was soaked; the outline of her bra was clearly visible.
Abu kept staring at her breasts.
Apsana came back with cloth. "All fixed, akka?"
Manjula: "Yes… your brother was standing like a statue."
Abu finally spoke: "Thank you, aunty…"
Manjula turned to Balu and pinched his cheek. "Our little stud helped too…"
Balu felt embarrassed but excited.
As they left, Apsana walked them to the gate. She pressed close to Balu and whispered, "Come again alone sometime… I'll give you special chicken."
Manjula laughed loudly. "He'll come… won't you, little stud?"
Balu's face burned, but his cock throbbed at the thought.
On the way back, Manjula's arm kept brushing against him. The smell of her sweat, the memory of Abu staring at her cleavage, and Apsana's whisper — everything mixed together and made Balu's mind race with filthy thoughts.
This holiday was becoming dangerous… and he loved it.