Through lots of small talk and constant touching each other, soon we reached home. My Mother emerged outside. Mintu bent low to touch her feet. My Mother said, "Bless you. How thin you have become. You must rest for a few days, before you start getting into a new job."

We walked in. Tea and some snacks were ready, kept in the first floor balcony. We sat there together, having tea and chatting with my Mother and my younger brother. He spoke of his experience in IIT and asked about my course and my brother's studies etc.

In about half and hour, Mintu suggested to my Mother, "Pishi, can I have bath?"

"Yes. Of course. Your suitcase has been sent to the guest room on the first floor. Khuku, why don't you take your brother there and make him comfortable?"

"Yes Ma."

As we walked in, I was tense. I was about to play my gambit to be with him in the guest room to do what we wanted to.

As we turned the corner into the room, Mintu caught me by my arm and grabbed me and wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me hard and planted one kiss on my lower lip.

His unshaven beard pricked my face. Yet, I was hungry for love. I kissed him back and almost sobbed and whispered, "I really missed you. Darling. I did."

He did not answer. He kissed me repeatedly on my eyes, face and lips and spun around my body as he lifted my feet off the ground to kiss me.

I was embarrassed, thinking that some one might walk through the door that ws ajar. I suggested, "Dorjataa kholaa aachchey." ("The door is wide open.")

He did not stop. The sheer ecstasy of his kisses and the warmth of his roving hand just took my breath away.

I managed to peel myself away, while wanting to be stripped and kissed and made love to and whispered, "Let me make the arrangements to give you a shave, bath etc and the rest."

He caught me, pulled me near him from my back and slowly caressed each of my free breast inside the Kurta. I turned my face to meet his lips and he kissed me, as her slid his hands up my Kurta and caressed both my bare boobs.

I had to struggle against myself, wanting more, and break away and face him. I said, "Let me arrange for my being here, while you bathe!!!"

I asked him to place his suit case on the bed and to open the top, so that we can see the mess it is. I suggested to him that I do the next act my way.

He lifted his suitcase and placed it and opened the lid. It was a holy mess. I made it worse. While I was doing that, he was slowly feeling my buttocks and caressing the bum cheeks from above the Ghagra..

I knew he was checking to see if I was wearing my panty. I assured him, "Panty poree nee." (I am not wearing any panties.")

He was about to lift the Ghagra up to see me. I shooed him and walked off to talk to my Mother.

"Ma. His suitcase is a mess. There were more dirty clothes than fresh. He can not find any clothes in them, unless they are sorted out. I think I better sort them out, while Mintu has his bath and place them inside the wardrobe and pass him the clothes he has to wear after his bath. Also, may be we should give him a fresh towel and soap etc."

She said, "OK."

I returned back to his room. He was waiting for me to return. While he sat on the chair near the study table, he watched me intently. I nearly shouted, "Mintu, Your suitcase is a holy mess. I am getting a fresh dry towel and soap etc. You better go in for your bath, while I get your clothes organized into the wardrobe etc."

I wanted my Mother to hear that. For good measure, I added, when you have shaved and completed your bath, just call for me by opening your bathroom door a crack and I will pass your clothes in."

I knew that my Mother had by now been lulled into thinking that I was doing my sisterly act by helping my brother get organized.

I started pottering around with his clothes and trying to fold the clean ones back and throw the dirty ones down on the floor for the washer man to take away for cleaning, ironing and returning the next day. As I was at it, I came across his medicine pouch and peeked in. I saw a small can-based spray with 'Stud 100' written on it.

I asked him, "What is this?? Are you injured or what?"

He answered, "I will tell you later. Just put it way."

When about ten minutes were over I again spoke loudly, "Mintu, get up and don't be lazy bones and bolt the door. Let me finish arranging your clothes. You proceed for your bath."

He loudly answered, "You do it. Silly girl. I am tired."

"What is this?? Am I your servant or what?"

While rummaging through his suitcase, I came across an electric massager. I gesticulated t him why need that? He whispered back, "I need it for some reason, I will tell you later. Just put it way."

I looked at him and gesticulated to him to get up and bolt the door. Mintu walked across the room and bolted the door softly.

And then stood near the bolted door and continued gazing at me.

I looked up with an embarrassed look and asked, "What are you looking at? You have seen me before. Haven't you?"

He nodded and walked across to me and said, "I am thinking if I should make love to you first right here and now or keep that program for the night. so that I can make love to you repeatedly as many times as we like and sleep in each other's arms."

I suggested, "Let me give you the shave and the bath you wanted me to give you first. Then we will see what we feel like doing."

"OK. But first get a shower cap on, else your hairs will get wet and your Mother will see through it."

I told him, "But, I don't have one, here in this room!!"

"Why did I go to IIT? To look for solutions, not problems. Just take out that plastic bag in my suitcase and we will use it as a shower cap for you."

I fished out the plastic bag. He placed it on my head and then fashioned it in such away that my long open hair got trapped inside the make shift cap and my ears were also covered.

Once that was done, Mintu pulled a chair into the middle of the room, ensured the curtains were drawn and then said, "You have got to ensure that my clothes don't get soiled with the shaving foam and the water etc."

"So. What should I do?"

He said, "Just take off my clothes and then start shaving me!!"

I blushed and asked saucily, "Shave what?"

"Whatever you like."

I got his shaving kit ready with the foam etc and the blade inserted inside the razor (actually he had to help me, since I really did not know how to go about it).

Once it was ready, I got near him and clinically un buttoned his shirt, peeled it off. The slid his vest off his head and then made him sit down on the chair.

As he sat down, he held both my wrists and pulled me near and said, "This Kurta has to go."

I was standing in front of him, vulnerable and dominated.

And without any ado, he unbuttoned all the buttons in the front of my Kurta and slowly parted the cloth from my chest. As my two boobs emerged, he gasped and slowly pulled the Kurta down. He slid the Kurta down my arms and released it in a small heap behind me.

He looked at each of my breast and then ever so slowly touched the main body of my naked breasts with his finger tips.

Softly he said, "Wow. So smooth and beautiful."

He kissed each of my breast repeatedly and slowly came closer ad closer to my grape like, now swelling and erect nipples.

I could feel the surge in his blood pressure and his rising libido. His cock was perhaps paining him, entrapped in that tight underwear of his, straining to be free and be caressed.

I tried to place my fingers on his crotch. He stopped me and said, "No. Don't touch it. I will loose control and all the game will be spoilt. Don't you see, I want to make love to you, not just fuck you. All the semen in my balls is meant to be inside your womb to nurture your pussy. I am truly randy. Touching it now will make me spill my seed."

I realized he was truly in love with me. He wanted to savor my sex. With a surge of love, I kissed him on his forehead and said, "I understand. Just do what you like and take me fully, as many times you like and when you want to."

He caressed and loved my breasts for some time and sucked each nipple and licked it with small short and teasing swipes.

Then he peeled himself away and asked me to start applying the foam.

With his assistance I took out some foam and applied it on his face in the most amateurish way. As I concentrated on his face, he concentrated on my breasts as they swung in front of his face and mouth. Several times, my nipples brushed his face and picked up some foam. He appeared uncomfortable and his hand came up and caressed my breasts while removing the foam.

Soon I fixed the razor and tried to shave him. I failed miserably. He then held my hand and helped me shave him.

Once that finished, he got up and said, "You have to now give me a bath."

I knew that the noise of the shower could be heard outside. I had to create that noise so that my Mother continued believing that Mintu was having his bath. While in fact, I was luxuriating in his sex. Having done that, I started to prepare the water in the bucket. I got the shampoo and the soap ready.

Then like a busybody I came out of the bathroom and old him, "Take off your clothes."

He did not respond. I walked near him and repeated, "You can't bathe with those clothes on!! Take off your clothes."

He smiled and said, "You take them off for me."

I stepped back and looked at his eyes to assess his plan. As I stepped back, he instructed with a soft voice, "You can't give me a bath wearing this Ghagra. That will get wet!!! Take your draw string out from under the waist band. I want to pull that string and make you completely naked when I like."

I looked at him, thinking, after he takes this off, he will see me in my petticoat. Should I tell him now, or better to tantalize him with one more layer?

I walked near him, undid his belt and then pulled the hook of his trouser.