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The Three Offerings

By: ZinfandFan



Rani's note: My husband's story is true as he knew it. When I was twenty-two, after one of his visits to do business with my Father, I could stand it no longer, and decided I must catch him for my husband. I bought a potion from the village chemist to put into his food, that caused his illness, and thus forced him to stay many days at our family home. It frightened me how sick he had become at my hand. My guilt was unforgiving, and as I nursed him back to health in endless subtle ways I let him know that if he would take me I would gladly be his wife.

Dernil's note: So many years have passed since that fateful visit to the village. My young wife and I have been happy, more happy than any other married couple I know. As the end of my life nears, I thought to write down this story, so incredible that I doubt that any man would believe it.

I sat at the Faslan family dinner table. Esto Faslan, my friend and business partner, sat at the head of the table, and I sat in the honored guest seat by his side. His three beautiful daughters, Kumila, Rani, and Sonali sat near, and Esto's devoted wife Argili sat at the other end of the table. Kumila's husband was not joining us this night, but Kumila's two older children sat fidgeting amidst the grownups. Kumila had just returned to the table, having nursed her baby in the family room and put him down to sleep. 

I had known the Faslan family for a number of years, had seen Esto prosper in his business dealings with me, and had seen their lovely daughters grow and blossom into womanhood. Kumila, the eldest, was twenty-eight. She had gained a little weight during her last pregnancy, the plumpness lending her a voluptuousness that from time to time stirred my desires. Rani had just turned twenty-three in the last month. I had timed my visit to Esto nearly two months early, so that I might have the pleasure of handing Rani a birthday gift whilst she was still fresh from the family celebration. Rani had shrieked with delight when I handed her the package, and wrapped her delightful body around me energetically and perhaps with a bit too much affection. Sonali was just nineteen, still carrying a little of the baby fat, and enjoyed her role as the baby of the family. Even now she was perched on her father's knee, eating from his plate at the table, her arm about his neck, and Esto's arm cinched tightly around his daughter's waist. "There now, Sonali, do not eat so much! I am hungry tonight, and you need to stay slim to convince one of the village boys to marry you!" 

Argili called out to the kitchen, and one of the helpers brought around the main meal servings. As the plates were laid on the table in front of us, Rani and Sonali broke out into a heated argument. Sonali's plate had a freshly plucked orchid, with which Sonali had taken a romantic interest. She wondered which boy had bribed the kitchen help to put it on her plate. Rani, blushing deep red, handed her dinner plate to Sonali, picked up the plate with the orchid, handed it to me, and took my dinner plate for herself. "Excuse me, Mr. Dahlitt, and excuse me my Father and Mother for my manners. I placed the orchid on Mr. Dahlitt's plate, as a thank you for my birthday gift." The adults laughed heartily, and Kumila shook her head at her younger sister's impertinence. Rani burst into tears, grabbed her napkin, and fled from the table. "Youth!" Esto laughed.

The meal was delicious. When it was time for desert, Rani reappeared, helping to serve the dishes to everyone. She had dried her eyes, and looked at me sadly. I told her that while I had to leave in the morning, I was certain to visit again in the next six months.

No sooner had the words left my mouth than an odd cramping began in my stomach. Esto and I shared a few more words. He looked at me curiously, "Dernil, my old friend, do you feel alright?" In fact, I felt suddenly awful. Perspiration broke on my face, and my whole gut felt as if it was trying to find a way to leave my body.

I shook my head, "No. Esto, I must go lie down." I pushed away my chair abruptly and staggered up on my feet. The whole table was in a panic. Mr. Dahlitt is ill! I clutched my belly and swayed, having trouble now to focus on anyone or even hear the words around me. Never have I felt such a complete state of misery. Esto and Kumilla took me between them, and led me to the back of the house. There were three bedrooms, the parents, the girls (Rani and Sonali, now that Kumila had left home) and the guest room. Unfortunately, Kumila's children were occupying the guest room. Esto wanted to put me in his own bed, but Argili said it would be better if I laid in the girls room. It was cooler there, and by the looks of my face, I might have a fever.

Of the next few days I do not remember anything, except in the dim room Rani wiped my forehead with a cool damp cloth. Gradually the sickness passed, but I was weak for many days. At night, Rani and Sonali slept on the mat with me, sandwiching me in the middle between their warm bodies. I was so sick I could not imagine any of the normal male thoughts in such a situation, only that I was grateful not to be alone.

Mornings Rani and Sonali would get up, stretch, and chatter between themselves. The village had no plumbing in those days. They would argue who should go to the well. I slept frequently. I could lie there listening to them washing themselves by the window, doze off, and then awake again to have Rani shaking my shoulder trying to feed me lunch. And so it went, I would wake in the middle of the night, and lie intoxicated by the scent of the girls' skin and the softness of their pajamas as they carelessly laid a limb or two across my larger body. Then sleep, and wake and sleep, there was Rani sitting in the morning light, catching the sun's rays between her knees, plucking the hair from her lovebox. And sleep, and wake. Sonali brushing her hair by the mirror, wrapped in a skirt, but no top. She saw my eyes on her in the mirror, but did not turn or stop. Then sleep again, and wake, Rani trying to feed me, I did not feel like eating, but I took a few sips of cool fruit juice. And sleep and so on.

A doctor from the nearest town finally came by to see me. I fell asleep while he was still examining me, and then woke later to an empty room. Rani came in, with a small serving dish and spoon. She knelt by me, her hair falling about my face, so we looked at each other in a tunnel. Mr. Dahlitt, sir, the Doctor left instructions and medicine. You must eat this spoon full each day to regain your strength. 

I had managed to start eating the mildest of foods again, as well as fruit. The smell of the medicine was not pleasant, and I could not manage to swallow it. I fell asleep, with Rani pleading with me, "Mr Dahlitt, sir, please take this medicine. Oh, please, Dernil ..."

The house was quiet, and well lit. Most days the family left for business or visiting their neighbors or nearby villages. Throughout my recovery Rani was the one constant, she oversaw everything. I have hazy memories of her washing me completely, how refreshed I felt after her care. She came to me again, "Mr. Dahlitt, Dernil, please you must take this medicine." I refused, not to be difficult, but because I could not imagine swallowing it. "Oh Dernil, you must take it. The doctor said I must have you take it, you need it to get better. He said I should try anything. What should I do? Oh Dernil, here, please open your mouth."

It was no use, I was tired and fell asleep again. I woke in the warm afternoon light, Rani wiping my forehead with a damp cloth. I kept my eyes closed, but I could tell from the rustle of her clothing and the change in her movements that she knew I was awake. She wrapped her arm about my head, and leant toward my face. Something firm brushed my lips. Through slitted eyes I saw that she had removed her top, and was pressing her nipple to my mouth. "Ah, Dernil, you must try!" she whispered. It sounded as if she were going to burst into tears. I opened my mouth, and began to suck. "Ah, my Dernil, that is better!"

She let me suck for a few minutes, then pulled away, and placed her other nipple at my lips. She caressed my head, holding me firmly in her arm, as she nursed me. She pulled away again, and gave me the first nipple. It was crusted in some kind of powder. I sucked on her anyway, her skin so warm and soft, her delicate fragrance filling my nose. I did not mind that odd taste. She lifted again, and gave me the second nipple. It too had powder around it, but I soon swallowed it and licked her tender soft skin. 

In this way she induced me to take the medicine, and surely as the Doctor had predicted, within a few days I began to regain some strength, and crave some food. The Faslan family was greatly relieved, and very pleased with the nursing skills of their daughter Rani. "Mark my words, my friend Dernil, she will make some lucky man a fine wife." I was sitting up in the bed, able to eat a light dinner, and Esto was happy to spend the few minutes with me that Rani allowed. "Esto, your daughter Rani is a fine woman. Tell me, how is it that she has not married. Surely the young men in the village, even the older men, know how fine a woman she is?" "That is true, Dernil, that is true. My daughter Rani has turned them all away. She says she does not love even one of them. I tell her, Rani my daughter, love evaporates after a while, find a strong man, a good man, and marry him, you will be happy enough. But she does not listen to me! I am not like some of the other old men of the village, I shall not force my daughters into something they do not want."

That night in bed, it was impossible to sleep. First Sonali snuggled up against me, and lifted her leg over my belly, so that the heat of her lovebox pressed directly into my groin. For the first time since my sickness I felt the stirring between my legs, my penis growing and beginning to press against Sonali's heat. I could not stand the thought of what might come next, if she turned to free herself of her night leggings and pressed into me – there were such stories of sleeping adventures – and woke up enjoying it, all the complications with here family to be sure! Or, worse, if she felt my hardness pressing into her and awoke with a scream. No, no, that would be a disaster. I lifted her leg off my belly and rolled onto my side away from her. I heard quiet rustlings at my back, and later the sweet pine smell reached my nose as Sonali's fingers played quiet music. 

Finally Sonali went to sleep. I cuddled against Rani, my arm draped over her hips. She mumbled nothings in her sleep, pressing against me. Awake or asleep, her hand guided mine to her breast. I cupped it, and played with her life-giving nipple. If Rani was awake surely she felt the hardness press against her bottom. If Rani was asleep, how happy I was to explore her on my own. She did not move, and eventually I too fell asleep holding her to me.

I awoke at the first light. Rani and Sonali were debating who was to fetch the water. Rani agreed it was her turn, and left the room. Sonali got up. She gave me a glance, then walked to the courtyard window and opened it, letting the early light and cool air stream into the room. She did not care that I was awake or paid me any attention. Her form was silhouetted against the morning sun. I could see her step out of her night clothes, and bask in the morning rays, naked. She preened her hair, smoothed her skin, and turned one side and the other, making sure that I would see everything. Last night was no accident, Sonali had tried to seduce me when Rani was sleeping; she was showing me what I had missed.

Rani entered the room, immediately set to scolding Sonali for displaying herself to Father's friend Mr. Dahlitt. "Father will be furious if I tell him! Now hurry and dress, you are supposed to go with Mama to the Gilorn Village.

Bit by bit the house quieted down, until it held only Rani and myself. It was late morning and the room grew hot. The air was still and heavy. Rani lifted herself up off our sleeping mat, and closed the courtyard window, dimming the room. She left me alone. I thought of Sonali, her perfect young form, and how much pleasure she would have given me if I had taken her. I fell asleep. 

Rani woke me in her familiar way, "Dernil, my dear Dernil it is time for your medicine." Already her nipple was pressing my lips, waiting for me to wet it. We both knew now, I licked her dark patch until it was wet, she gave me her other one, and when I returned to her first it was powdered. She let me suck her as I wanted, a reward for taking the medicine. When I was done tasting her flesh, she wrapped a shawl about her shoulders, not to cover herself to me, but to cover her back in case someone came into the room. She fed me lunch, washed me, and lay down next to me. I fell asleep.

It was dark and hot in the room. Brilliant sunlight crept in through the cracks in the shutter. It must be two o'clock, still early afternoon. Rani lay next to me, in a startling state of dress, or undress. She was on her tummy, her head turned away from me, nestled in the crook of her arm. She wore nothing on her top. On her legs were the traditional offering leggings, silky from ankle to thigh, and only two ribbons on each leg attaching them to a wound silken belt around her mid-section. Her legs were parted, she slept with her lovebox open to the air. At her side, on a low table, she had placed the ceremonial tray which contained the three unguents used for the customary ceremony of the three offerings. The Faslan's normally displayed this tray on their best cupboard, the silver urns an impressive heirloom in such an out of the way village.

Rani was making it easy for me to initiate the Three Offerings. So many men were afraid to ask, or waited too long and lost their lovers. Rani lay there asleep, waiting for me to be bold. I had grown very attached to her during my long recovery. It did not take much thinking to realize how well she would fit into my life as my wife. My business partners were all married and had started families. I was tired of their teasing, but had been so busy in work that I had never taken the time to look for a wife on my own.

I knelt between Rani's open legs, and traced her satin leggings up to her thighs. My fingers tickled the place where her thighs met her body. She had no hair between her legs. The lips to her love box began to get puffy. I fingered her there, touching her delicate folds of sex. Rani sighed. Her legs parted slightly more. Her lips opened and a dewdrop of her nectar appeared in her slit. 

Reaching for the tray of unguents, I opened the first one, and applied the spiced salve to her love box. "Rani," I whispered in her ear, "my love, I would like to make the ceremony of the Three Offerings. Will you accept me?"

Rani moaned. She tilted her hips, offering more of her lovebox to my fingers. The salve made her lips slippery, it's heady spices mixing with her natural juices made my lust grow quickly. My fingers rubbed her inside. The salve would inflame her tissue, and set her afire for me. Already my Rani was gasping. "Hurry." I put my penis to her lovebox and laid down on top of her. She waited as I adjusted to the friction and then sighed happily as my slippery penis slipped into her. "Oh Dernil!" 

Traditionally the woman is not supposed to say or do much, leaving all the work of the Three Offerings to the man. Rani kept quiet, letting her body do her talking. She was heavenly to me. I shared my seed with her.

When I had rested, I knelt by her head and offered her my penis. She turned to me, and accepted it in her mouth. She dutifully cleaned it off. My penis was soft and small. I reached for the second unguent. It was a clean mint salve. In the famous tradition, I smeared it all over my penis. The mint burned my skin, and I longed for Rani to cool it down with her mouth. She waited until I was done, then accepted me into her mouth. She sucked and cooled my penis until it grew hard again. I knelt over her head, holding her head between my arms and chin, and thrust into her mouth again and again. She was so soft and moist and cool, gradually absorbing the burning from my penis. I shared my seed with her the second time.

When I had rested, I knelt between her legs again. I reached for the tray of unguents one last time, selecting the third one. It contained a special pepper than acted like a numbing medicine. She sighed as I smeared it around her anus. A long time ago a friend said he had got to the third unguent and not used enough, and having completed two and a half of the three offerings, his intended bride broke into tears and ran away, humiliating him. In memory of that, I took a large glob on my fingertip and pressed it into her anus and thoroughly working it inside. "It's so hot!" she cried. I put one more glob into her, and smeared the peppery salve on my re-hardened penis. It did burn at first. By the time I had pushed the head of my penis into her, the burn had turned into a hot glow, and by the time I rested inside her rectum the hot glow had turned to a hot numbing throb. I could imagine how Rani felt now, and began to pump her strongly. "Ah, my Dernil! Oh!" I shared my seed with her the third time, completing the ceremony of the Three Offerings.

In our country, the Three Offerings is the traditional way for a man and a woman to agree to marriage. At dinner that night, Rani and I agreed to sit first at the table because Rani did not want her family to witness that the soreness in her step. After desert, Rani, sitting next to me, gave me an elbow and a sharp eye. I coughed, and turned to my good friend Esto.

"Esto," I began nervously, "We have known each other for many years, and enjoyed our friendship grow. My business friends joke with me that I am too old to marry. I must tell you that today I have made the Three Offerings to your daughter, Rani, and she accepted them. I ask you for the favor of allowing me to marry your daughter, Rani, whom I love."

Esto had a very happy smile on his face. In truth, I think for several years he had worried that Rani would not find any husband. To have her marry one of his best friends, who had some wealth, was not unhappy news at all. Esto's face clouded over. "Dernil, my dear friend, your request of course brings me much joy. However, in our family tradition, each of the family members must give their approval. Until you have gained approval from each of us, myself, Argili, Kumila, Sonali, and of course Rani, the marriage can not be arranged."

"First, Rani, my dear daughter. Do you say, in front of your family and in front of Mr. Dahlitt, that you accepted the Three Offerings?"

"Yes, Father."

"And Rani, do you say, in front of your family and in front of Mr. Dahlitt, that his offerings satisfied you?"

Rani blushed. "Yes, Father."

"Very well. My good friend, Dernil, my daughter Rani has granted her approval. I can tell my daughter is happy today. I grant you my approval too, and wish God's good fortune be shed on you."

Esto Faslan paused, looking back and forth between Rani and me. We were both nervous, and both smiling, and both too excited to speak.

"My dear wife, Mrs. Argili Faslan. Our daughter wishes to marry this man, Mr. Dernil Dahlitt. What do you say? Do you approve?"

Argili looked at her husband, and then looked at me with eagle-sharp eyes. "It is traditional for the each member of the family to have a day to make the answer. I shall speak in private tomorrow with Mr. Dahlitt and Rani, and then decide."

"Very well," Esto said, smiling. "I shall send word to Kumila to come tomorrow night, and ask her to make her decision. Afterwards, Sonali, you are the youngest, so your decision shall be last after Kumila has spoken."

There was general excitement in the house now. I stayed up late talking with Esto. He was delighted at my return to health and the prospect of a closer tie with me. Rani sat by my side, quietly, her hand on my knee. She yawned. "Esto, it has been an exciting day for both of us. We shall need some sleep."


The Three Offerings



Esto looked at me curiously. "Shall you and Rani sleep here on the living room floor? Now that you are speaking of marriage I don't think you should sleep with Sonali any more." 

Rani answered her father immediately. She had been expecting this comment. "Father, Sonali is already asleep. If we move the bedding it will wake her. You know how cross she gets if she is woken up in the middle of the night. We will be fine with her. I have nursed my Mr. Dernil Dahlitt back to health, and will make sure he remains healthy for this night as well!"

We laughed. Esto patted me on the shoulder. "My Rani is a fine woman, Dernil. Treat her well, or you will answer to me!"

It was hot in the bedroom. For the first time I undressed Rani. She undressed me. We embraced under the cotton sheets. Rani's center was hot. She wanted to couple with me. 

"No, no, Rani! Not tonight! I am still weak. Sonali might wake up. We must sleep and wait for your mother's decision tomorrow." We fell asleep in each others arms. 

I felt a kick in the middle of the night. Sonali had thrashed about in her sleep, and given me a good knock on my hip. The sheets rustled on her side of the mat. Suddenly I smelt her pine scent again. Sonali wore only the lightest of night clothes. She rolled over and threw her arm around me, pressing her soft body into mine. I could feel her bosom pressing into my back like a soft fruit. There was a warm dampness between her legs that steamed onto my bare bottom. Sonali moved her hand up. Her fingers rubbed against my lips. They were slippery. I tasted her pine juice. She was breathing right in my ear. Sonali pressed her hips toward mine. I made no move, as she trailed her hand down my front and took hold of the hardness between my legs. Her sigh echoed wetly in my ear. This was impossible. I got up, and sat by the window watching the stars. Eventually the hardness went away and I found the chamber pot to empty my bladder. When I went back to bed, Rani and Sonali were lying face to face, arms about each other, fast asleep. I lay next to Rani, and wrapped my arm about her waist, and drifted off to sleep.

I was still asleep in the morning when Rani dangled her hair in my face, and offered her nipple to my lips. I sucked it contentedly. It seemed funny that Rani's breast was smaller than I had remembered, and had a different taste than I remembered. I opened my eyes to see Sonali grinning at me from the top end of her tunnel of hair. "You see, I am not so bad," she whispered. With a silvery laugh she got up and dressed, to fetch the water. Fortunately, Rani was still asleep. I had a great hardness between my legs and a great concern in my heart. I loved Rani and wanted to marry her, but why was her little sister was trying to make me change my mind?

In the late morning quiet of the house Rani and I cuddled on the mat, my arm around her. Argili entered the room. "My children, it makes me happy to see you in love."

"Then you approve of our marriage," I stated, eagerly.

"No, Mr. Dahlitt, I do not. At least, not yet. I know my daughter much better than you. I know that she has been smitten by you for several years now. Like any young woman who thinks they are in love, they will believe whatever their imagination tells them. I think she may love you, very much in fact."

Rani awoke, "I do, mother, love him very much."

"Yes, yes, Rani my dear. But I think that you love him so much you might not have been completely honest about the ceremony of the Three Offerings."

"Mother!" Rani exclaimed.

"Hush, Rani. It is my duty to think of your happiness. It occurs to me that you might say you approved of the Three Offerings from Mr. Dahlitt, even if they didn't please you completely, or, worse, perhaps even if he offered but you didn't want to go through with it."

"Mama! That is nonsense! Of course we held the ceremony. Check the unguents."

Argili left the room and returned with the tray of three unguents. She opened them one by one. She clucked to see the third one had quite a bit of the salve gone. "My Rani, how did you know to take more of the third one out, eh?"

"Mother! This is ridiculous! The Three Offerings happened, and I was completely satisfied."

"Very well. And I think you might say anything in order to marry our dear friend Mr. Dahlitt." 

"Mrs Faslan," I interrupted, "what is the point of this discussion? We want to marry."

Argili smiled. "If I gave my acceptance, I wonder if you should call me Mother, or Argili, hmm?! The point, dear Mr. Dahlitt, is that we are a family of traditions. Unless you or Rani offer stronger proof, I have to consider the possibility that the ceremony did not occur. My Rani is a shy girl. Although I can imagine her accepting the first offering, I can barely imagine her accepting the second offering, and cannot believe she would ever accept the third offering, even from someone that she loved as much as you, Mr. Dahlitt."

"So, Mrs. Faslan, unless we prove to you that Rani accepted all three of my offerings, you will not approve this marriage?"

"That is correct, my dear Mr. Dahlitt."

Rani hugged me, shivering. She did not know how to respond to her mother.

I thought about this strange twist of fate. "Dear Mrs. Faslan, may I call you Argili, what do you suggest? You cannot deny that Rani and I are in love with each other."

"You must perform the ceremony of Three Offerings for me."

Rani trembled like a leaf in my arms. I had never seen her so distraught.

"And if we don't?"

"I cannot approve the marriage. Rani, my dear daughter. I gave birth to you. I raised you. There is nothing that can surprise me. I must be certain that this man is everything you need."

Rani gave me a hard, tight squeeze. She got up from the mat, enough to slide out of her clothing, and glared at her mother. She took my hands, kissed them, kissed me on the lips, and lay face down on the mat. Argili offered me the first unguent. 

Almost two hours later, as I lay covered in sweat on top and inside of Rani, Argili closed the lid on the empty urn of the third unguent and smiled down at us. "Rani, you and Dernil have my approval. Congratulations, my children!"

Dinner that evening was more festive than usual. Again Rani and I arrived at the table early, this night she walked with a noticeable tenderness. And I, sadly, was suffering from a final tiredness, so that Rani was afraid I might fall asleep at the table, or worse, drop my head into my meal.

Esto was in a fine mood, as his wife had privately signaled earlier to him that she would approve. Rani asked me later if I had noticed that Argili's normally neat hair was astray. Rani suspected that she and Esto had tossed themselves before dinner. Also, Kumila had arrived with her three children, and the attendant chaos. Whilst Argili and Sonali were in the kitchen helping with the dinner preparation, Kumila sat in the cushioned chair, talking in low tones with Rani and I, feeding her baby. Kumila was very relaxed and happy. She did not think about opening her wrap, which I took as a great compliment and, I thought, a sure sign that she would also approve of Rani and I to be married. 

After desert, again Esto became more formal. "Argili, my dear wife, what do you say about Rani marrying my good friend, Dernil?"

"Esto, I talked to Rani and to Dernil today. They have shown me how committed they are to each other. I approve of their marriage."

Esto beamed like a rising summer sun. "That's wonderful, my wife!"

"I would not approve if I did not believe it," grumbled Argili quietly, but Esto did not hear her.

"And my eldest daughter, Kumila. As ever I am so happy you are with us for another while. You have known Mr. Dahlitt for many years. Our daughter, your sister Rani, wants to marry him. What do you say?"

"Father, and Mother, I think Mr. Dahlitt would make a good husband for any woman. He is kind and thoughtful, and reliable."

"Kumila, do you approve?" asked Esto seriously.

"Father, I cannot approve tonight. I have just arrived from a tiring journey with my children. Please, I ask you and mother to arrange to have my children watched by our village friends for a few days. I need to rest first, and then spend time with Rani and with Mr. Dahlitt, to be convinced this is the right choice for my dearest next sister."

And so Rani and I went to bed again nervous about our future, but hopefully certain that we would be allowed to be married. After all, what could Kumila object? Rani reminded me as we cuddled on the mat that any reason to object was valid, and that we had best pay attention to Kumila, for surely she held our fate in her hands.

As it turned out, Kumila was exhausted from her travels with three small children. Rani volunteered to sleep in the guest room with the kids, so that Kumila could get a good night's sleep in the girls' room. I laid down on the mat with great apprehension. I had known Kumila the longest, but had not seen her much in the past few years because she had married and moved to a bigger town some distance away. And, of course, Sonali was competing with Rani to see who would catch the man.

As we laid down to sleep, Sonali was off to the edge of the mat, upset because her favorite sister wasn't next to her. Kumila laid next to me, not at all shy, allowing her ample body to press against me from shoulder to ankle. She said under her breath, "So, you want to marry my sister. Is she so special?" With that she rolled onto her side, so that she lay face to face with me. She held my head in both hands, looking into my eyes. Her body pressed me everywhere. "Do you love her?" I nodded, yes. "Good." She kissed me lightly on my lips, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt as if I was falling into a warm cushion. The hardness between my legs pressed between us, I know Kumila felt it with her belly, but she didn't do anything. She fell asleep, cradling me in her arms. Sleep dropped on me like a stone from the sky that strives to reach the earth.

I awoke, laying on my back. Sonali had snaked her hands over and begun to play on my belly, dancing around, and sure enough she went lower and let her hand brush my penis. I was too tired to fight her, my legs tingled and my head could not lift from the mattress. I remembered Rani did not wish to displease Kumila as we needed her to approve us. Worse, we needed Sonali to approve us afterward.

Soon enough, Sonali had shed her night clothes, and lay tight against me, her hand on my penis, her leg thrown over my legs, and her breast pressed into my chest. I was dizzy with sleep. She moved to kiss me, but I would not open my lips to her. Bored of trying to get me to kiss her, she tried to place my hands on her breasts, but I would not play with her. She sat up, and then leant down over my penis. I felt the hot moistness of her mouth and soon she was taking most of my organ into her mouth. Kumila said, "Rani will kill you if she finds out." Sonali raised her head from her work, "So don't tell her." Kumila grunted and rolled onto her side away from us. If you have ever laid in bed with two women, a voluptuous mother and a slender young unmarried near-girl, you can imagine my plight. Even so tired as I was, it was impossible not to share my seed with Sonali. She lay on top of me, pressing her lovebox into my face, her warm chest on my belly and the hot/cold of her mouthwork the final zest. She made no noise. I tried to be quiet, pretending that Kumila would not know what really happened. When my bottom clenched tight Sonali began to swallow. She dried me off between her breasts, and gave me a sticky kiss on the ear. We fell asleep, she cuddling her warm chest to my side. 

In the morning, the house began to empty out as usual. Sonali got up early enough to fetch the water. She had to prepare for a trip to a nearby market, to fetch food for dinner. Kumila got up early, too, to feed her children and get them ready for a day with the neighbors. 

I was so very exhausted. Rani came in to feed me my medicine. She was concerned of my health and demanded I stay in bed all day. She muttered a few curses under her breath, that her mother Argili did not believe we had performed our offerings. She washed me in the warm afternoon, and served me dinner in bed. I slept like the dead. Neither Kumila or Sonali, if they tried, could wake me. 

The next morning I woke early, hungry, and feeling much better. Sonali sat naked at the window. Her fingers dipped out of sight between her thighs, sighs and groans alternating. "What are you staring at?" she asked me dreamily. "Sonali, my dear nearly sister, you are beautiful when you concentrate!" She smiled at me, and continued to play her own music. Kumila began to wake next to me. She touched her breasts and moaned, looking for her baby son to relieve her of the pressure. She sat up, leaning into me, as she nursed her baby. Sonali walked over, watching Kumila nurse. She looked down at my upturned face, placing a slippery finger on my tongue. "You see, Dernil? I am just like your favorite." She half-bent her knees apart to display the wetness between her thighs. I had no desire to touch her there even though her lips were swollen. Exasperated at my indifference, she bounced away to dress for the day's activities. 

Rani came in. She had met the neighbors and given the instructions for care of Kumali's children. Sonali left with a final flourish of her hips, the loose fabric of her wrap billowing out, illuminating the doorway. Finally it was just Kumila, Rani and myself in the house. We sat together on the sleeping mat in the girls room, Rani curled up at my side.

"Dear sister," Rani began, "You have known Mr. Dahlitt, my Dernil, for many years. Surely you know he is a good man. You are already married. You can have no reason not to approve my marriage. Please, say you approve, and lift this cloud from us."

Kumila smiled at her younger sister, and stroked her hair. "Dear Rani, of course what you say is true. I will approve your marriage, but I am here to ask a very special favor in return."

Rani's eyes met mine, and we both returned our gaze to Kumila. 

"I have held this secret for nearly five years now, since my eldest child was born. Rani, you have heard the women in our village talk about child birth, you know it is hard. But I can tell you, when I gave birth, it was not so hard on me as on some other women. For some reason, as the baby slides out, the pressure builds up and it is an amazing feeling. I love my husband, and when he loves me it feels wonderful. But those moments when I was birthing were the most exciting I have ever had. After the mid-wife caught the baby and made sure it was healthy, she put her hand inside me to clean out the afterbirth. It is an indescribable sensation to feel another person's hand moving inside your sex just when you have delivered."

Rani blushed. I loved it when her skin mottled dark, she looked so vulnerable and innocent. "Kumila, we hold no secrets, but why are you telling us this?"

Kumila smiled at us. "Dear Sister, since I have become a grown woman, I have given birth three times. In ten years I have had the amazing experience just three times. If you will allow it, and because I trust him so well, I would like to take Mr. Dahlitt's hand inside me. If it is even half as much pleasure as I have remembered, I will gladly give my approval tonight at dinner."

Rani looked suspiciously at her sister. "You will not try to steal him from me?"

Kumila laughed. "Me, steal your husband to be?! Ridiculous. I am married, although my husband spends much of his time traveling, he returns home every now and then and always takes care of me. No, I am no threat to steal your man. This morning I just want to relive the happiest moments of my life. Can you blame me?"

Rani shrugged and looked at me. I nodded. I had no idea what Kumila really wanted, but with Rani at my side I felt it was an easy request to satisfy, and one that took us ever closer to our marriage bliss.

Kumila got out of her night clothes, and lay on her back. She was very relaxed, smiling at me and Rani, and leaving her legs wide open. Rani took Kumila's hands. She knelt by Kumila's head. I watched as Kumila took her sister's hands and place them over her breasts. Rani began to massage them, full of milk, and droplets began to seep out. Kumila lifted her thighs off the mat, signaling her impatience for me to begin. Carefully, I pried open her lovebox, and licked the top end of her slit. She cooed. Under Rani's gaze, I began to insert my fingers into Kumila, until all four were at her entry way. Kumila was in some discomfort, she said her box was too dry. Rani went to the kitchen and came back with a tin of cooking oil. Soon Kumila's hairy mound was shiny, her puffy lips were shiny, and her entry-way was shiny too.

Rani and I worked Kumila for nearly an hour before the breakthrough occurred. Suddenly my fist was past her muscles, and my forearm was half buried in her sheath. Kumila was delirious with happiness. She urged me to stroke the ridge atop her slit, and Rani bent over and nursed Kumila's hard breasts. Kumila had an earthquake. She screamed and tossed on the mat. I was afraid she would damage her insides, but she just kept clasping my wrist with her muscles, and twitching and moaning. Finally she calmed down, but I could not get my hand out. Rani kept sucking on Kumila's nipples, and I rubbed some more oil on Kumila's slit. Eventually she relaxed, and soon my hand popped out.

Kumila was panting, and held her belly with both hands. "Sister, dear Rani, after you give birth, you must have Dernil show you this. You can not believe it!" 

Rani had watched everything with big eyes. She could not have imagined my fist disappearing into her sister. Now that the fireworks were done, Rani was very hot. She lay on top of her sister, and began to kiss her sister on the mouth. Kumila didn't mind, she got a taste of her own milk. Rani had her legs open, and Rani's slit was apart and wet. Unable to resist, I pushed my penis into her and shared my seed. Afterward Rani sat up, and her sister sucked my seed out. "Forgive me, Rani. My husband does not let me taste it."

At dinner that night, Esto looked at each of us expectantly, but no one would give an early clue. After desert, Esto began to speak formally.

"My daughter, Rani, came to us a few days ago and said she had accepted the Three Offerings, and was satisfied. She asked for permission to marry. I, Esto Faslan, gave my approval. My wife, Argili Faslan, one day later, gave her approval. Kumila, as the oldest daughter, you are next. Do you approve of Rani marrying my good friend Mr. Dahlitt?"

"Father, I have known Mr. Dahlitt for many years, as he has visited us to do business with you. He seems like a nice man. Today, I spent time with Rani and Mr. Dahlitt. I can say, he is considerate, he is generous, and he is willing to lend a hand when someone is in need, without asking questions. Yes, I approve of Rani's marriage proposal."

Esto looked very pleased. "And my youngest daughter, Sonali. What of your opinion? You have had some days now to think about it. I have approved. Your mother has approved. And now your oldest sister has approved. What do you say? Can you approve tonight, and we may begin the celebration plans?"

Sonali looked down to her lap. "Father, I wanted to talk with Rani and Mr. Dahlitt two days ago, but I had to leave the house and Mama talked to them instead of me. I wanted to talk to Rani and Mr. Dahlitt today, but I had to go to the market. I would like to have my chance to talk to them, alone, and then I can make my decision."

"My daughter, tradition says that each member of the family can take one day. It seems odd that you could not have arrived at your decision already, but I will not argue. This is one of the most important choices our Rani will ever make. You may have one day, and you can tell us what you think at dinner tomorrow night."




The Three Offerings



That night, Rani and Sonali slept in the guest room with the kids. Kumila and I shared the mat, with her baby boy. She woke once to feed him in the middle of the night, and he went right back to sleep. Kumila fidgeted next to me. I had woken to watch her feed her baby, and was wide awake now, as the baby slept. 

"Dernil, my breasts are too full. He did not empty them." Kumila rolled against me, pressing her breasts to my chin. She sat up, and took my head into her lap. In the moonlight I suckled both sides. "Oh, gods forgive me, Dernil, I have such a fire inside since this afternoon."

"Dear Kumila! I am sure Rani would want me to help you. What can I do?" Kumila lay down next to me, lifting a leg over my hips.

"Press your hand into me again, dear brother. I need to feel your hand inside one more time before I leave tomorrow. I do not know when I shall have such pleasure again." She lay quietly as I pressed insistently at her opening. In less time than before her flesh and muscle yielded, and my fingers, hand and wrist lay inside her lovebox. 

I drew her milk from her teats and drank. I pressed inside her, moving my fingers and hand, guided by her moans and the thrusts of her hips. Kumila could not get enough. She clenched my wrist three different times, so tightly I thought I would lose my hand. Later I pulled it back into the air, the skin was shriveled and white in the moonlight, and smelt of her own secret pine forest. She rolled on top of me, trying to pull my penis into her, but her opening was too big. Exasperated, she fell onto me with her mouth. I had been almost ready to spill my seed against her hip all night long. In a few minutes it spilled into her mouth. Kumila cooed again, happy, and fell asleep in my arms.

In the morning Kumila got up early to feed her son, and prepare her children for the trip home. She knelt by me and urged me to take breakfast nourishment from her. Rani came in to the girls room and sat next to me to feed me my medicine. I was suckled between them. Sonali came in, and stared at the three of us. "Aren't we supposed to talk this morning," she asked, "about why I should approve your wedding plans?" Kumila pulled away, and lifted her bindings over her shoulder, covering her teats modestly. She nodded Goodbye, and left unobtrusively.

"Yes, of course, dear Sonali," answered Rani. Let me finish feeding Dernil his medicine, and I will change into day clothes, and we can have our talk." Under her breath, she whispered, "How can it be any harder than the others?" I continued to suck at her breast. Rani was kneeling at my side, my arm trapped between her legs. She did not mind when I tickled her slit with my finger. As I nipped her nipple between my teeth Rani shifted her hips, and made no objection when my finger slipped inside her. She settled right down, shifted her hips once or twice, and continued to nurse me. The medicine was long gone from her skin.

"Well," huffed Sonali, "I hope you both can concentrate. This is important." 

"Oh, Sonali," retorted Rani mysteriously, "I paid attention to you half the night. Of course I'll pay attention to you today, you silly thing."

Sonali stripped and washed in front of us, whilst I worked to stiffen my betrothed's nipples. I discovered a special place to nip with my teeth that caused Rani to clench her lovebox around my finger. She would have laughed at me, but she was concentrating so hard on the sensation that she didn't realize I was playing with her.

Sonali stood, dressed, next to us, looking down. "OK, you two, we need to talk. Rani, get up and get dressed. I'll make sure your lover doesn't fall asleep. May I try breast feeding him?"

"No," Rani replied tersely.

Sonali shrugged. She knelt down next to me where her sister had just been, careful to trap my hand between her calves. I could feel the damp heat of her lovebox above the palm of my hand. With Rani I was pressing my hand upward, into her. With Sonali I tried as hard as I could to keep my hand flat on the mat. She, somewhat obviously, was trying to press her lovebox down onto it.

"Does my nipple taste better than Rani's?" Sonali asked me.

"Yes, but I'm marrying her because I love her more than anyone."

"Did you really do the Three Offerings with her?" Sonali asked, a little jealously.

"Yes. Actually we did the Three Offerings twice. Make sure your parents refill the unguents before you have your boyfriend over, there is barely enough for two offerings."

Sonali gasped, and slapped my face lightly. "You are terrible!"

"Does my love juice taste better than Rani's?" Sonali asked me.

"Not better, different."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes. But I'm marrying Rani because ..."

"... You love her more than anyone. Yes, I know."

"Will you approve our marriage?"

"Rani and I talked last night. Wait until she comes back, we can talk about it then." Sonali parted her knees and settled down on my hand. She found a finger, and settled her slit on it. There was no choice, between the mat and her body, my finger had nowhere to go but in. Sonali bent forward and gave me a luscious wet kiss on the mouth. "Do you love me?"

"Yes, Sonali, I love you. But ..."

"I know...you are marrying Rani because you love her more than anyone. Boring! Well, if I give my approval I hope neither of you will regret it later."

Rani came back into the room. She had seen Kumila off with the kids, and her mama had left for a visit to her best friend. Esto, of course, was at his small factory, having left early in the morning to avoid the summer heat. She knelt down beside me, opposite Sonali.

"Dear Dernil," Rani began, "We have grown so close over the past month, closer than I could have imagined with anyone. I must tell you that my sister, Sonali, and I have been close for all our lives." Both sisters looked at me intently, than looked at each other. They leant over me and kissed each other deeply on the mouth. Rani continued, "By close, I mean that we share everything. I know, right this second, even as you have a finger inside me, that you also have a finger inside Sonali. I don't mind, I love the excitement in her mouth when she kissed me. You are only marrying me, not Sonali. But she has to approve us. So she has told me what she wants to ask, and I agree already. I hope you love me as much as I think you do, and will take her requests seriously."

Sonali gave her sister a long deep look, then turned her gaze onto me. 

"Dernil, I shall call you that from now on, my brother Dernil. I have two requests of you. The first is that I watch you make love to my sister Rani. I know her well, and I want to judge that she truly loves you and is loved by you. When you are finished I want you to watch me clean your seed from you, and from her flower. Then, I will lay across my sister's lap. I want you to take my flower in your fingers, and make it blossom like you do for my sister. If you succeed in making me cry out, then I shall grant you both my approval."

The two sisters stood up awkwardly, and undressed each other. The embraced above me, and kissed. I could see Rani's fingers stroking her sister, and Sonali's fingers stroking her sister. Each entered a finger into the other, and they stroked and kissed with lingering love while I watched. Eventually Sonali pushed Rani down to the mat. She arranged a pillow under Rani's hips, and guided me to lie on top of her sister. She held my penis, and led me to Rani's heavenly valley. With firm pressure on my behind she urged me to slip completely into Rani. Sonali moved then. As the two of us performed the eternal dance, Sonali sat behind Rani and brushed her hair with her fingers. Sometimes as I pressed into Rani I felt Sonali's hands between Rani's breasts and my chest, she was squeezing and pinching Rani's breasts and making her go tight around my penis. Rani cried out in joy, and her ecstasy inspired me as well. I shot my seed as deeply as I could. 

Sonali separated us gently. I felt her mouth around my hardness, cleaning me of our mixed juices. Then she left me to dry in the cool air, her mouth on her sister's lovebox, to suck out the rest of my seed. Sonali slipped a finger into Rani to search for more seed, her mouth sucking on Rani's ridgetop. Rani cried out again, clenching on Sonali's finger, and more of my seed seeped out of her slit.

When Rani had recovered, she sat up, and laid Sonali down across her lap. I knelt on the other side, and caressed Sonali's bottom. She had opened her legs again, this time was the first I'd seen of her in daylight. She had pretty lovebox, with delicate furled lips glowing a deep purple, peeking out from a tangle of hair. Rani nodded at me. I played with Sonali, there, between her thighs. Soon her lips separated, and began to ooze her pine juice. I gave her one finger at first, and then two, curved downward, rubbing the inside wall behind her cradle of bone. Sonali moaned, an intriguing moan from her throat that made me want to hear more. Rani was stroking her sister's hair. I began to press into her more forcefully. Later Sonali admitted I had helped her climb two big mountains and a few smaller peaks between. Once I licked her flavor off my fingers, she declared she was satisfied. We slept cuddling together. I was exhausted. One of them woke me up to suck, and when it got hard, sat on top of me. I couldn't even open my eyes although I hoped that Rani would have the good sense not to let me share my seed inside her sister. As she was riding on me, her sister sat on my face and they made love to each other. I knew, then, it was definitely Sonali on my face, her taste was the more piney.

At dinner that night, Esto could hardly eat. He had begun to plan seriously for the wedding and did not anticipate any further roadblock to the marriage. After desert, he turned to Sonali, and asked abruptly, "Sonali, my daughter, what do you say? Have Rani and Dernil earned your approval for their marriage?"

"Father, and Mother, I have spent this morning talking to Rani and Dernil. It is obvious that they love each other very much. Dernil is an attentive man, and seems willing to give Rani whatever she needs. He is generous, and seems willing to share in his good fortune."

"Then, Sonali, you approve?"

"I am sorry, Father, I cannot approve tonight."

Both Rani and I looked up in shock.

"My daughter, this is very serious. I have approved, Your mother and Kumila have approved, and of course Rani has approved. If you don't approve you will hold the responsibility of your sister's happiness for the rest of her life."

"Oh my Father! You are so serious! We made good progress today, but everyone was so tired. After we had discussed some important things, we fell asleep. Then when we woke up it was time to prepare for dinner."

"Surely, Sonali, you have learnt enough today to make a positive decision?" Esto prompted.

Sonali shook her head firmly. "No Father. I have not. I beg you, and Rani, and Mr. Dahlitt to allow me one more day. I feel there is more to discuss. I promise, after one more day it will be possible for me to give my opinion."

"This is not another of your tricks, Sonali, eh?" Esto asked, glancing at her suspiciously. He looked toward Argili for help but she only stared back at him, as much surprised as he by the unexpected delay of the momentous announcement. Argili, too, was bursting with eagerness to share the news with the village and her extended family. 

"Father! I have barely noticed Mr. Dahlitt since he has stayed with us. Now that Rani has nursed him, his health is much improved. I should just get to know him, that's all."

Esto shrugged. He looked at Rani. "Can you wait another day?" his eyes asked. Rani gave a slight nod. Sonali after all was his favorite daughter, he was inclined to give her what she wanted. Rani looked down at our hands, which were entwined beneath the table.

Esto spoke formally to his daughter, "Sonali, it is most unusual. In this family the right to approval is given to the youngest as an honor. It is not something to be toyed with." Here he sighed. "However, the approval of this marriage is not a matter of life and death at this instant. If you promise most solemnly that you will deliver your answer tomorrow, then I agree to grant you one more day to make up your mind."

"Thank you, Father. You wisdom is not lost on me, I shall not disappoint you, or Rani."

At bedtime Rani suggested I sleep alone in the guest room. She knew how exhausted I had become over the past few days. She mentioned that I was still not fully recovered from my illness. The thought of Rani and Sonali spending another night in each others arms without me made me half crazy. I did not want to spend even one night without Rani, especially since perhaps her wild sister Sonali might decide against us. I prevailed on Rani to let me sleep with them in the girl's room.

I was, in fact, very tired. I slept through the night, except once in the darkness. Rustling sheets woke me. There was enough starlight in the room to see Sonali astride Rani. I knew from cuddling that both of them were naked. I remember Sonali leaning forward to Rani's breasts. I was so tired, I fell asleep.

The girls let me sleep in without interruption. I woke up with sunlight streaming in through the window. Sonali was sitting crosslegged on the floor, Rani kneeling behind her, brushing out Sonali's hair. Neither had bothered to dress from the night. They were a lovely sight. When Rani saw that I was awake, she told me the plan.

"Sonali has says the third jar of unguent has been refilled. We will tend to her all day. If you prove your strength and attentiveness, she will approve our marriage."

"What exactly do you mean by that?" I asked Rani. "We already paid so much attention to Sonali yesterday. Do you think it is right for your future husband to be so intimate with your own sister?"

"Dernil, you do not know my sister as I do. Sonali takes capricious interest in things, and she can be stubborn and sly to get what she wants. When I was younger I remember my mother talked to Sonali and I about wearing our first grown-up wraps for an important celebration. Sonali did not want to give up her favorite child's clothing. Mother went out all day shopping, and came back with just one wrap, for me. After I put it on, Sonali went crazy. She demanded she have the wrap, even though it was too big for her."

"I changed my mind," Sonali explained.

"The next day Mother went out again and came home with a perfectly fitted, beautiful wrap for Sonali. She refused to wear it, she wanted mine."

"The pattern on your wrap didn't suit you, it looked much better on me," Sonali interrupted.

Rani continued, "There was no peace in the house on the second day, Sonali would not even try on the second wrap, and kept up her argument until mother and I were tired out. The third day Mother went out early, she came home with another new wrap for me, and an old tailor from two villages over. It must have cost her a fortune to hire him on such short notice. The tailor fitted my wrap for Sonali, and I had to settle for the second one that I did not like so well. And when the beautiful wrap for me was re-cut for my little sister, she wore it, but eyed the one that I had on as if she preferred it."

"Rani, do you believe that Sonali wants to take me away from you?"

Sonali snorted with a laugh. Rani, brush firmly in hand, tugged at a knot in Sonali's luxurious hair.

"She is trying, without really thinking about, isn't she?"

"Rani! I am doing no such thing." Sonali's lips were drawn into a pout, and she looked down at her chest, playing with the tautness of her breasts.

Rani looked at me, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. "My plan is to have her get very familiar with you, so that her imagination will not go wild. She will tire of her teasing game soon enough if she just wears you for the day. After the celebration, all those years ago, she never wore that beautiful wrap again, although I still get good use out of mine."

"What did you mean by tending to her?"

"Oh, it will be fun, and only a little work for you. We shall pamper her and play with her all day. When I have got her fully prepared, all you have to do is to share your seed with her. She has a talented bottom. If you fill her behind three times, once with each unguent, she will be sore enough to be satisfied, believe me. Won't you Solani?" Rani bent in close to Solani's when she asked that last question, and stuck her tongue into Solani's ear. 

Solani squealed, "Yes, yes!! You have made me get wet already, just by talking about it."

"But Rani! I am still recovering from an illness. In the past few days I have made many sharings. Do you believe I have such endless wealth, for another three today? I can barely lift my head from the pillow!"

"Dear Dernil! Surely you will find a way, so that we may become husband and wife. If you can be so strong at this most important time, then, Solani says, you will be unbeatable no matter what happens in the future. She does not mind if I help you. You must do it."

I nodded, but gave my last defense. "Rani, my dearest wife-to-be, you know Sonali has been trying to tempt me. What if she makes herself so desirable today, that I fall into her trap? You must always keep watch, and do something if she tries too hard to catch me. 

Sonali giggled. 

"Should Rani use a rope to bind me then, my dear brother, Dernil, if I am so dangerous? Or would you prefer I cover my face in a veil?" She gave her silvery laugh again.

Rani looked at me as if I were stupid, confident that Sonali was only a temporary distraction. She set the hairbrush aside and stood, saying she would fetch breakfast for the three of us. "We need nourishment, it will be a long day ahead."

Solani came over and lay back on the mat next to me. She snuggled her nakedness close to me. Rani did not seem to be concerned about her sister. I put my arm around Solani's shoulder and held her close to me. She began to kiss me when I started to play with her breast. "Why do you think I am teasing you?" she asked me, her hand pulling at my penis. "I am just curious to know what Rani likes so much."

Rani returned just soon enough with a bowl of fruit. Solani had thrown a leg over me, and I was touching her lovebox. Neither of us saw Rani come in, since Solani was above me, holding my face with a deep kiss. Rani lifted my hand away from Solani, and rolled her sister onto her back. She knelt at her sister's side, lightly scolding her, "Solani, we have all day, you must try to be patient for your pleasures." Sonali allowed Rani to place a grape into her mouth, and she chewed it languidly, savoring the juice that trickled down her throat.

For the next little while, Rani picked bite-sized bits of fruit and placed them into my mouth with her fingers. At each bite I would lean forward and kiss Solani on her full lips. She used her tongue to retrieve her breakfast from my mouth. Rani put my hand on Sonali's breast, and pushed me again mouth to mouth. "Keep kissing her, don't stop until I tell you." I began to clean Solani's teeth with my tongue, Sonali squirming underneath me. 

"Ah, sister!" Solani gasped between our kisses, "Stop! I am full!"

"Alright, Dernil you may stop kissing her now," said Rani. I looked up, she held her hand pressed firmly against Solani's lovebox. Rani motioned me with her eyes. I moved to kneel between Sonali's legs, and together we raised Sonali's hips to rest on top of a pillow. Rani told me my breakfast was hiding behind her hand. "You can use your hands to hold your plate still, but only your mouth to pick up the fruit." I leant down to Sonali's lovebox. A sliver of melon peeked out between her puffy lips. It was a delicious breakfast, succulent, tart, and piney. Sonali enjoyed feeding me, I could tell, by her gasps and the openness of her legs. She liked it when I licked the hard little button at the top of her slit. Her belly flexed and her muscles helped push the next bite of fruit onto my probing tongue. Rani kissed her sister's mouth, and sucked her sister's nipples. Solani began to writhe under our care, she clenched her thighs about my ears, and cried aloud to her personal God.