My Husband is a Ningrat

Anthology of short stories [ Nakula V ]

I put my feet up to the room.

However, when I opened the door. Must be as fragrant as perfume fill the room. I saw a woman sitting in front of a mirror while combing her wet hair.

"Sister is done?" I asked as I approached him.

"It's your turn to take a shower." Rahma pointed at the towel she had prepared on the table.

"All right, I'll take a shower first. Brother if you sleep first."

Rahma shook her head quickly.

"Sister's hair is still wet, will be dizzy if brought to sleep."

I nodded, letting Rahma preen in front of the mirror.

With a step I entered the bathroom. Cleansing myself and flushing my dizzy head thinking about how to deal with the first night. Really, getting married and having sex is not as easy as I imagined.

But to lose the figure of a mature woman waiting for me in bed, I was more afraid to imagine what my life would be like afterwards.

Finish shower. I came out of the room nervously. It looks like Rahma's brother is sitting on the edge of the bed while smiling sweetly.

Duh gusti.

"Will you have dinner?" I combed my hair and put on a Woody-scented perfume.

"Sister is not a night tomb. Especially it's eleven o'clock. What's that fat brother?" ask Rahma with spoiled.

"No need to diet! Later if brother is skinny, Abraham's father thinks I'm not feeding brother."

Rahma chuckled, then she came up to me and hugged me from behind.

"Darling..."

Die me. Is this a sign that it's about to start the first night and I'm missing a virgin.

My heart's getting throbbing. I held Rahma's hand hesitantly.

"Aren't you now?" ask shy.

I really can't be romantic. But all my honesty has always been considered the most romantic thing for Rahma's sister.

"The facts are ready?"

"No one knows the answer." I replied.

Again Rahma just laughed.

"Thank you for accepting me, baby. Thank you for choosing me to be your wife."

I nodded, "Sister is willing to accept Nakula with all humility and patience. It should be Nakula who is grateful, brother already wants to be my side."

Rahma's sister leaned her head against my back. Long enough, until I don't know what to do.

"Sleeping brother?" many ensure.

"Darling, I'm 30 years old. I've been looking forward to the day when I can feel what my friends tell me so often."

I closed my eyes for a moment. The desire of Rahma is common. Given that Rahma's friends have family and have children.

I let go of Rahma's arms. With a slow movement, I twisted his body.

Rahma's height is only as high as my shoulder. Armed with the experience I saw from Kaysan and Ms. Jani that I often caught in my memory.

I started stroking Rahma's shoulders.

"Sorry brother, I'm too cowardly to do it."

Rahma hugged me tightly.

"Is sister scary to you?" asked Rahma while looking at my face.

My eyes are increasingly centered on the lips of Rahma's feet that look natural.

"Sister...,"

"It's okay, honey. Do as you can." said brother Rahma so gently.

I sighed for a moment, before I finally started to lean my head and kiss my wife's lips.

It feels really amazing. I could not even speak as my lips stiffly felt the lips of Rahma's feet for the first time.

There was warmth, there was tenderness and affection as our lips intertwined.

I am not so eloquent to kiss, only to recall the teachings of Kaysan mas.

Yes..sometimes mas Kaysan was stroking the cheeks of Mbak Jani, and pulled his waist to be close to each other.

I hesitantly did that.

Rahma opened her eyes. Staring at me sharply and smiling little.

The carrying of Rahma's brother who is mature and already understands the intricacies in terms of 'soul', Rahma like to understand if I hesitate to touch it.

Rahma took off her kiss. He pinched my cheek and rested his head on my chest.

This is our first kiss. My face was even embarrassed.

"I'm sorry." I said, tightening his arms.

Rahma nodded, neither did I breathe a sigh of relief and think about the next thing. Rahma quickly put her hand around my neck.

"Darling, if you still have doubts. Let brother start it."

"meaning?" The nervousness made me lose my intelligence.

I gasped as Rahma's sister began to inhale my scent. And, it ends the kisses on my neck. My fine feathers automatically bristled. In fact, the one who should still be bowed still. Now show the turmoil.

I'm horny... In front of Rahma's brother who started to play his fingers on my back.

"Sister..."

"Ssttt..." Rahma put her index finger on my lips.

"You want foreplay?" tanyakanya.

"That's what brother?" my many.

Rahma smiled faintly. Then, her hand gently stroked my chest and anchored on the bulge in my pants.

"Sister!"

"Wise darling. You can do it here too." Rahma pointed at her chest.

Not yet my knees feel weak. Rahma made my body stiffen with her touches.

My body was stiff, but my instincts told me I couldn't stay still. Given that Rahma's sister is often in the gossip to be a spinster.

I kissed Rahma's conscious lip and smiled broadly and enjoyed every second of the act called foreplay.

Rahma replied without hesitation. In fact, his hand pulled my hand and placed it on his breast.

Wow..it feels soft like playing squisy.

All of these events lasted a few minutes. Until I had to set my hunting breath.

Rahma took off her nightgown. Dan, now. My eyes actually saw something I touched earlier.

"Big-grandfather..." My voice was almost choked when Rahma's sister pulled my hand to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Sit down, let me help you."

"What help sister? I'm not in trouble." my dear.

"My husband, why you are so excited anyway. Brother, love you more."

"Sister..." I held my pants down when Rahma's sister was about to pull her.

"Sister, I'm ashamed." I said.

"Look, are you shy like this?" ask Rahma while showing herself.

"That's a shame if you've become husband and wife. Sooner or later we will do it. And, we're halal. You remember the night of Midodareni yesterday and ustadzah Siti said that having sex is the same as giving sustenance and reward."

I nodded resignedly, but honestly I do not remember anything said by Siti's ustazah at night Midodareni. All I remember was the preparation for the Kabul ijab and the first night.

"Nobody started it. I-I'm resigned if tonight brother takes my virginity."

Rahma kissed my lips and continued her activities to take off my pants.

I was embarrassed, my face even blushed at this moment. I don't know what Rahma's going to do, I really have resigned and enjoyed it.

"Honey, the active dong. The time of brother continues to give you gifts." said brother Rahma who has landed on my lap.

"Yes brother... But I'm sorry I'm not good at it. And, brother don't tease me!"

Rahma shook her head.

With the intention of ingsun to open the door of sustenance and reward for my little family. I with my recklessness and kamasutra knowledge that I did not deeply absorb, I began to touch Rahma's body. Right or not I don't know, which is important said Kaysan heating, income, and climax.

In the past, I thought the sound of sighing was a very disgusting sound. But when I heard that voice from the mouth of Rahma's sister. I felt like a complete man who could make my wife soar into the air.

When my body and Rahma's body are really ready to do it.

I laid her on the bed, "Sorry, brother, if Nakula will make you sick."

"Sister... So don't hesitate to do it, baby."

Under the brightly lit LED light, I started to shake my axle. Throwing away the shame and disbelief to make my family's future successor beautiful like Rahma's sister, and cool like me.

I really enjoyed every second of the night that would be my first night. Although many times I had to wipe the tears that came out soaking her cheeks.

I stuck it in quickly. To make something sound torn and bleed.

My ignorance made him grimace in pain. But Rahma kept saying to continue.

I resigned because I was already wet, but actually I was overwhelmed with guilt when I saw my wife had to endure the pain until I really climaxed.

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