Kenaram felt a strong urge to be physically intimate with his only Saree-Clad curvaceous daughter as he wanted to assimilate with her physically and emotionally. He had this unstoppable hunger to see and explore every inch of her body. Just few days ago he had seen her completely naked through the keyhole of bathroom’s door while she was taking a bath. He shouldn’t have done that. But he couldn’t stop himself well.
While peeping through the keyhole of the bathroom, Kenaram was mesmerized by his widow daughter’s perky ebony boobs, toned belly, and deep navel. He had wished he could get his hands all over her body and lick every inch of her smooth body. He even had sniffed her 42D sized bra and her dirty panty imagining him exploring her body. But he never got that opportunity and he never saw her naked again.
Slowly he forgot that he had seen her naked, but his feelings towards her only grew every day. He was sure she never thought of him in the wrong way. But he never could stop himself from keeping her away from thoughts that propelled the physical intimacy with her.
One such day he arrived early in the evening from the ‘Ashram’. His daughter was standing outside the door. After seeing him, like before she immediately broke into tears in his hugging embrace. At that time, he decided that his daughter needed him more than just a father. She might not realize this right now, but he needed to make a move to show her what she needed.
That day, he helped her to do all her indoor and outdoor chores. The outdoor chores were more challenging as he involved himself going to Govt. offices and getting paperwork done. Her face turned bright to see him when he came back completing all the paperwork regarding her husband’s death.
She was wearing her deceased husband’s loosened sky-blue T-shirt and a white Petticoat. She must have taken a bath recently as her hair looked damp but tied in a ponytail. For everyone else, he was sure there wasn’t anything sexy about her appearance. But for him, it was too much intoxicating.
Maybe he started fantasizing his daughter since her husband’s death…. creating an irresistible attraction towards her. Maybe throughout the comforting, he had with her while hugging her soft body, he found her to be his real soulmate….. or maybe both!
Next evening, coming back from ‘Ashram’ after his normal security job, he noticed his daughter was crying as before and her tearful eyes fixed at her deceased husband’s photo…. hanging from the wall. Noticing that he once again felt a pang of sorrow as he stood behind her silently.
His eyes also moistened as his eyes lingered over her thin Saree-clad round ass-gloves….. he wished to grab those soft gloves and he felt a twitch in his groin. Immediately he felt himself guilty for thinking such wicked things during this crucial moment as he placed his right hand on her right shoulder…. and started comforting her.
Kamini slowly turned towards her father and he wiped her tearful eyes with his handkerchief as she asked him, “How is your day?”