Kalpana and Nisha were not only old neighbors in a colony in Ghaziabad but also distant relatives so they knew everything about each other and would share almost everything.
Nisha’s family came 3 years before Kalpana’s family moved into the house behind theirs. They met at a wedding reception where they came to know they were distantly related and from the same native district of Bareilly.
Nisha started calling Kalpana as ‘Bhabhi’ and Kalpana started calling her Nishi from there on and they bonded well with each other.
Both were in the thirties. Kalpana was a little elder. Both were medium built but Kalpana was on the heavier side. Her breasts were bigger so was her back.
Nisha, on the other hand, was a little less in the proportions. She secretly admired Kalpana’s assets especially her breasts but never revealed. They were comfortable with each other’s presence while changing.
It was one of those typical winter mornings when Kalpana went to Nisha’s house with a few kilos Gaajar so that they both can grate to make halwa. Nisha’s youngest daughter, Munni, of 10 was at home due to cold.
The discussion turned to the immunity of the children, how the kids fall ill at the smallest change in season, etc.
Nisha: Bhabhi, the reason is that what children nowadays eat is totally artificial. From childhood, children are given dabba milk. Nothing is pure.
Kalpana: Yes, did you not breastfeed your children?
Nisha: Yes, I did.
Kalpana: How long?
Nisha: I breastfed Badi for 2 years but I gave milk to Munni for 1 year. Because Monty bhabhi told me that if you breastfeed children for long, they become jiddi.
Kalpana: Your Monty bhabhi is a modern woman. She thinks breastfeeding spoils the shape of breasts.
It was warm in the house. Nisha also removed her sweater.
They both went to the kitchen where Kalpana had just kept the halwa which was still hot.
Kalpana gave some to Nisha to taste.
Nisha: Bhabhi, it’s very tasty.
Kalpana: Take some for the family. I have made it for everyone.
They sat on the sofa adjacent to each other. But there was a silence.
Nisha broke the silence.
Nisha: Bhabhi, why are you so silent?
Kalpana: Nishi, you know very well why.
Nisha knew bhabhi was not angry because she called her Nishi.
Nisha: Please bhabhi..please..
Kalpana: Ok, baba..alright.
Now Nisha was confused if she meant ‘now’. She waited for a few minutes.
Kalpana: What happened now?
Nisha: Bhabhi, not here. Please, I feel shy.
Kalpana went to the bedroom and Nisha followed her. Kalpana pulled the curtains together and sat on the bed. Nisha crawled beside her. Kalpana moved her pallu for Nisha to start but Nisha didn’t move.
Kalpana then unhooked the lower buttons of her blouse and lifted to expose her left breast and pulled Nisha on to her lap and offered her nipple. Kalpana’s breast was white big with a small brown nipple but the ring was wide because her breast was mature.
Nisha started sucking Kalpana’s breast. As Kalpana’s breast was a little hard with the soft nipple, Nisha was not able to suck it.
Kalpana: Nishi, you can’t suck mom’s breast properly.
Kalpana squeezed the ring around the nipple and forced it into Nisha’s hungry mouth. Nisha started sucking greedily!
Slowly, Kalpana lied down. Nisha continued sucking the breast. After a while, Kalpana turned and took out her right breast and gave it to Nisha.
Nisha kept switching the breasts. She was ecstatic.
Kalpana’s nipples were now hard and grew big. Nisha saw the nipples closely, they were now a little reddish and tiny holes were visible. She now wanted Kalpana’s milk.
Nisha: Mom, I want to drink your milk.
Kalpana, when she heard this, immediately felt a strong motherly feeling and hugged Nisha close to her breasts and offered her as much as possible in Nisha’s hungry mouth who was enjoying every moment of it.
Nisha’s hand wandered groped Kalpana’s lower half but Kalpana stopped her. She knew that spoil the relation.
After Nisha was satisfied, she released the breasts. Kalpana hooked her blouse. Nisha hugged Kalpana and kissed her on the cheek and said, “Thank you bhabhi for your milk.
Kalpana: I really wish I could feed you my milk but my breasts don’t have it.
Nisha: Bhabhi, you are so good. I am very happy that you gave me your breasts. Bhabhi, you are my maa.
Kalpana embraced Nisha with affection.
Nisha and Kalpana continued this for years to come.