Echoes of Anu – Part 8 (Silent Storms)

Hello, Everyone; this is Anu Shain, 30 years old (34D and 5’6 tall) from a Marathi and Telugu background, living abroad for a decade now. I want to share another story with ISS readers.

This story happened after my previous story, Echoes of Anu – Part 7 (Vulnerable Vows); this story happened in the year 2012. Meenu, my cousin, trapped in a quiet marriage, opens her bisexual door. With Priya’s boldness and my own quiet push, Meenu finds sexual pleasure.

Continued..!

The next morning, I got all freshened up, fixing my hair, jeans clinging right, and tee knotted just above the waist. I’m dropping Meenu Didi at her place.

Ma sat cross-legged, eyes closed; Meenu knelt beside her, stiff; she looked up as I entered. For a second, her eyes locked on mine, wide, unblinking, Guilt, unmistakable.

Me: “You’re up early, Meenu didi.” She didn’t answer; she just adjusted her posture and kept her gaze low.

Ma handed over the silver-wrapped gift with her usual warmth. Meenu forced a smile, her fingers clutching the edge of the sari box. I stood just behind her, watching the way her eyes flitted.

Me: “Looking for Geet?” She didn’t respond, just walked ahead toward the porch.

Meenu had insisted on driving, her grip tight on the wheel. I slid into the passenger seat, folding my arms and watching her.

Me: “You okay?” She exhaled, eyes fixed ahead. The car moved steadily down the old Pune roads.

Meenu: “What happened last night… it was amazing. I’m grateful to you and Geet.” She wasn’t blushing. She wasn’t smiling either.

Meenu: “But I’m not ready, Anu. To explore anything more. With women, I… I don’t think I’m built to make love. Not like you.” I swallowed hard. I needed to understand Meenu’s sexual preference.

Me: “Meenu didi… when Geet and I kissed you and Geet licked your pussy, how did it feel? I mean, really feel?” She tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

Meenu: “It felt… different. Gentle. Curious. Like Geet and you wanted me to feel good.”

Me: “And did you?” She didn’t answer immediately. Her jaw tensed, her eyes fixed on the road.

Meenu: “I don’t know. Maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to get fucked, get licked in my pussy. But wanting doesn’t mean I can be that kind of woman.” I leaned back into the seat, letting my voice soften.

Me: “If you don’t open up to new possibilities, you’ll sink into something darker.” Meenu glanced at me, quickly, then back to the road. Her silence wasn’t a denial. It was fear.

Me: “Be with women without your husband’s knowledge. Safe. Desired. But don’t bury those desires under shoulds and shame.” She blinked a few times, faster than usual.

Meenu: “It’s not that easy, Anu. I have a husband. A family. A label.” She didn’t reply. But she didn’t look away, either.

Me: “Then let’s test it. See if you can have sex with a woman, without the fear, just the fun.” Meenu’s brow furrowed.

Me: “Let yourself exist outside the box for once.” She hesitated, but then nodded, cautious, curious. I pulled out my phone, thumb typing across the keyboard.

Me: “Hey Priya. You home? I’m coming over, and I’m not alone.” Priya’s laugh crackled on the other end. I ended the call and looked at Meenu.

Me: “Okay, listen. Priya’s… fun. Hot. She and I, well, we’ve been sucking each other a lot. But right now, she’s craving someone mature woman like you.” Meenu raised an eyebrow.

Me: “I’m going to introduce you as a friend from my mom’s tea club, as a lesbian. That gives you control. Mystery.” Meenu looked unsure, brushing her hand against her lips.

Meenu: “So I lie?” She gave a small nod, equal parts confused and confident. Soon, we reached Priya’s house.

Priya’s door swung open before I could knock. She wore a loose tank and cotton shorts, barefoot, casual but alluring.

Priya: “Finally. I was getting bored with myself.” She grinned but paused when her eyes landed on Meenu. There was a flicker, curiosity, interest, maybe even challenge.

Me: “Priya, this is Meenu ji. She’s from my mom’s tea club… knows her way around naughty girls like us.” Meenu gave a polite smile, stepping into the house.

The place smelled of incense and fabric softener—familiar and strange all at once. Her eyes scanned the modest room, landing briefly on a painting of Krishna and Radha.

Meenu: “My childhood home used to feel like this… before everything got upgraded.” Priya leaned on the doorway, arms crossed, letting her boobs push up a bit.

Priya: “So… Meenu ji. Club friends with Anu’s mom, huh? That must mean you’re rich too.” Priya got a bit nervous seeing a mature woman.

Meenu: “Only the naughty kind.” I settled on the edge of the couch.

Priya: “I’ve never been with someone mature woman. Always wondered if it’d be calmer. Or crazier.” Priya laughed, but her eyes flicked to Meenu’s again, lingering on Meenu’s body.

Meenu: “You know Priya, younger women always assume we’re gentle. It’s sweet… until they find out we’re not, I’m totally submissive with younger women.” Priya blinked, her smile curving into something darker.

Meenu: “I’m experienced enough to let you use me like a doll.” Priya bit her lip and actually blushed. I sipped my drink, hiding my grin. Priya sat forward, resting her elbow on her knee, trying not to let the nerves show.

Priya: “So… Meenu ji. If you’re so experienced, how exactly do you like to fuck a woman?” Meenu paused. Too long.

Meenu: “I like… when they squeeze.. smile. And, uh, when they lick softly.” Priya blinked. I pinched my thigh to stop laughing.

Me: “Smooth, Meenu ji. Real seductress.” Meenu threw me a glare, cheeks pink.

Meenu: “Shut up, Anu. I’m just, warming up.” Priya tilted her head. She was catching on, but instead of pulling back, she smirked.

Priya: “You know, Meenu ji, Anu used to hate how I kissed her cleanly shaved pussy while class happing. Said it made her lose all her clever words.”

Me: “Priya, seriously bitch?” I shot her a glare, but my smile betrayed me.

Priya: “What? It’s true. You used to melt like ghee after orgasm” Meenu looked between us, amused, intrigued.

Meenu: “Oh? I didn’t know Anu had a melting point after her orgasm” I covered my face with my hands. Priya stood and slid onto Meenu’s thighs.

Meenu froze, back stiff, breath caught. Her eyes darted to me like I might pull the Priya. I didn’t.

Priya: “Relax ji,” she murmured, one hand resting just above Meenu’s shoulder, “You’re not wet, are you?” Meenu didn’t speak, but I saw a flicker of panic, followed by quiet. Surrender.

Meenu: “I didn’t expect this move.” She adjusted slightly, resting her hands lightly on Priya’s waist.

Priya: “You haven’t seen my best move yet, Ji.” Priya brushed a strand of Meenu’s hair back, her fingers trailing down her cheek. Their eyes locked.

She didn’t wait for words. She leaned in, soft but sure, and kissed Meenu on her lips. Not wild. Not playful. Just… present.

Meenu trembled, barely, but she didn’t pull away. Her hands rose, fingers cupping Priya’s face. She kissed back. Slower, fuller.

Meenu didn’t speak, she looked at me with a kind of quiet certainty, eyes glowing, boobs rising with slow, full breaths.

Then she gave me the smallest nod. Confident. Committed.
But Priya blinked, confused, still half lost in the moment. She turned

Me: “Come. Just a minute.” I took Priya’s hand and led her inside, kissing her wildly, in the narrow hallway near the bedroom. The air was cooler there. Still.

Meenu sat quietly in the living room, her lips parted with a soft smile, yet her pussy stayed wet, resting between her knees.

I stepped back into the hall; Meenu looked up, and I walked to her, my smile barely held back. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around her. She leaned in and kissed her lips; we sucked each other lips longer than a moment.

Me: “You sure you want to join us in the bedroom?” Meenu held my hand and placed it on her panty, soft, a little wet still.

Meenu: “I’m ready.” We both entered the bedroom. The door creaked gently as we entered.

Priya was already on the bed, butt naked; her nipples were erect, her milky white boobs jiggling as she moved, her clean shaved pussy with little hair; she raised one knee up, a lazy smile playing on her lips.

Meenu paused at the doorway, her eyes scanning Priya’s naked body, the soft lighting from the window, and the shift in the atmosphere.

I let my jeans slip from my legs, loose and open, moving toward Meenu in my bra and panties.
Me: “Let me help you get comfortable—” But she’d already begun undressing.

Meenu’s fingers moved to her dupatta, sliding it off. She unhooked the first clasp on her kurta. She didn’t need help. She was already there in her panties.

Priya’s grin faltered. Her eyes darted from Meenu’s quiet poise to me, then back again. She sat up straighter, adjusting her hair back and clearing her throat.

Priya’s eyes flicker, seeing Meenu in just purple panties; Meenu walks over slowly. Then she sat beside Priya, close enough to feel, touching each other’s skin.

Meenu: “You don’t have to lead the sex. You don’t have to pleasure me. Just… be here with me. That’s more than enough.” Priya smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach her eyes; Priya was staring at Meenu’s huge 34D-sized boobs.

I stepped closer and removed my bra and panties, perched at the edge of the bed, and ran my fingers through Priya’s hair, calming.

Me: “Priya Be Meenu’s husband tonight. The kind she gets fucked with, Strong, tender. Curious. Giving.” Priya blinked, sitting up straighter.

I leaned in toward Priya first; I kissed her like I always had, deep, grounding, just enough to remind me of our kinky relationship. Then I turned to Meenu.

She welcomed me. Our kiss was different, new, slower, and full of passion. Her hand slid to my boobs, fingers tightening slightly on my nipples. When I pulled back, I didn’t say a word.

Priya and Meenu’s eyes met. Something passed between them, hesitation, curiosity, and something softer, quieter.
Then they leaned in and started to kiss each other.

Meenu let her hands follow instinct on Priya’s boobs and Priya, on the other hand, had sucking Meenu’s lips very wild.

She leaned into Meenu’s neck, kissing back to back without letting Meenu take a breath, which made Meenu close her eyes and exhale, deep and shaky.

I stayed close, watching them and squeezing both my boobs softly; Priya’s hands mapped new pussy, how Meenu, bit by bit, responded more from desire than performance.

Priya slid off the bed with surprising grace. She walked to her wardrobe, fingers trailing along its edge before opening a shoe box.

Priya: “If I’m going to fuck Meenu I will do this right… ”
She picked out something deep maroon and minimal, both bold and elegant, with a well-crafted Bkack Strap-on.

Meenu sat on the bed, her posture softening. Her lips parted slightly with nervousness.

Me: “You okay?” Meenu nodded without looking at me.

Meenu: “I want to feel that in my pussy… like I always dreamed of.” Priya turned, holding the Strap-on in her hand.

Priya: “Help me Anu?” She turned her back turned to me as she held up the Strap-on against her pussy. I adjusted the belt to tight and fit.

Priya kiss me again for my help. Behind us, Meenu sat still on the edge of the bed, knees drawn together, fingers fidgeting in her pussy.

Meenu: “It’s been 4 years… my husband even tried. I’m not sure I remember how to… receive this in my pussy.”

Me: “Just feel this Strap-on rubbing your pussy walls.” I moved toward her, gently cupping her face.

Meenu eased herself back, her legs parting slightly, like a door left ajar finally about to open. I knelt beside her, one hand cupping her face and kissing on her lips. My thumb traced her erected nipples.

Priya climbed back onto the bed, eyes locked on Meenu’s pussy. She leaned in, kissed Meenu’s pussy. Then,she positioned Strap-on right where Meenu’s pussy is.

Meenu’s fingers dug lightly into the bedsheet, her body arching slightly as she felt the Strap-on pushing in her pussyit.

Meenu: “Anu…” For the first time in years, she really felt something driving in her pussy. Tears welled at the corners of Meenu’s eyes.

I leaned in, brushing a kiss to her nipples and licking, then to her lips, slow. Below, Priya moved with focus, tuned in completely to Meenu’s juicy pussy, in every push.

Meenu’s fingers found my boobs, squeezing them tight. Priya didn’t pause, kept banging harder and deeper for every push.

Meenu’s body started trembled too much, too fast, too intense after all these years of holding her sexual desires. Meenu’s hips shifting as if unsure whether to pull away or sink deeper into it.

Meenu’s back arched suddenly, a sharp inhale cutting the silence. Still, Priya didn’t let up.

Meenu: “A-Anu… Stop Priya…!” I leaned in closer, she got her orgasm. Priya slowed, removed the Strap-on completely, pressed one last kiss to Meenu’s pussy lips, then gently climbed up, brushing a kiss to Meenu’s lips.

Priya: “You were beautiful Meenu ji.” Meenu exhaled shakily, her eyes still glassy. Her fingers draped lazily over her wet pussy, her eyes half-lidded.

Priya looked over at me, She held up the Strap-on, tilting her head with a teasing grin.

Priya: “Want your turn, madam?” I laughed under my breath, shaking my head.

Me: “Tonight was for her.” Priya rolled her eyes playfully and pull Strap-on belts. We three slipped under the same sheet naked, sweety, limbs tangled, skin warm against skin.

After a short nap tangled together, Meenu stirred first. I helped her sit up, brushing the hair, and we quietly began slipping into our clothes. Priya stood by the doorway, just wearing a panty, leaning casually hands behind her.

Meenu: “Thank you… both of you. For letting me be fucked like that.” She reached for her purse, then paused, glancing between us.

Meenu: “You two should come Abroad. Clean slate, less noise. You’ll all figure more out.” I looked at Priya. She raised an eyebrow.

A life without constant judgment. Without whispered assumptions. Without having to explain myself every time I wanted to feel something real.

The idea of leaving to abroad didn’t feel like running anymore. It felt like becoming something else.

To be continued…