I finished my limesoda and took the glass downstairs to the kitchen where she was sitting. She asked if she should put the food out for me and promptly started heating everything up. I sat myself at the head of the dining table which was adjacent to the bathroom door in the drawing room. I asked her to come sit and eat with me and she nicely obliged. I finished my food faster, kept the plates in the kitchen and asked her if she wanted something else from the kitchen. “Nahi, bhaiya”, she said. I walked past her into the bathroom, only slightly moving the door, it was far from still being shut. I knew that she could only see my ass and nothing further from where she was sitting, so without caring, I took out my cock from the pouch and started pissing into the pot. I washed my hands and I looked sideways to see her sitting at the dining table looking inside the bathroom as well. I gave her a comforting smile and walked out to her.
For a few hours, I was relaxing in front of the tv in my jockstrap only while Mridula was busy dusting the house around me. Soon, the doorbell rang. She went to open it and it was Dhara, who walked inside to me and said, “Bhaiya, woh bhabhi ne kapke nikale honge. Unhone bola aapse jaake le lun” (Brother, your wife must’ve taken some old clothes out for me to take, she asked me to take them for you). “Acha haan, woh rakh ke gayi hai. Purana computer bhi padha hai peeche tumhare bete ke liye” (Oh yes, she has kept them. An old computer is also lying in the storage for your son, if you want), I said, and without waiting for her response, I continued, “Aao main nikal deta hun” (Come, I’ll take it out). I got up from my seat and started walking towards the storage at the back. Dhara was shocked to see my bare ass, she hadn’t seen it ever. She didn’t follow me, instead I heard her whisper to Mridula, something along the lines of “Aaj toh aur bhi chotta underwear pehna hai” (Today he’s wearing an even smaller underwear) and “Bhaiya ki body kitni achi hai” (Brother’s body is so nice).
I ducked and squatted down to take out two rather heavy bags of old clothes from the storage that was fuming with the heat. Dhara and Mridula had finally also come to the storage. Dhara stood incredibly close to my butt, and as I squatted sometimes it touched her bare toes. I picked up the bags one by one and placed them outside the door. I then pulled on a dusty blanket covering the old desktop and the dust flew around a bit. It stuck to my chest and legs due to the intense sweat. I patted it away but some of it just smudged around my bulging chest and upper abs. I started taking out each part of the desktop separately, the CPU, Monitor, speakers etc. I would again and again wipe the sweat away from my forehead and chest with my arms. After good 20 minutes, I had dissembled and put together the desktop in the growing heat.
“Bhaiya, aapko kitna paseena aa raha hai” (Brother, you’re sweating so profusely) Dhara said and continued, “Mridula thoda thanda le aa inke liye” (Mridula, go get something cold to drink for him). I was sweating pretty hard from lifting the heavy electronics. Panting a little too. I was drenched, droplets of sweat dripping down from my neck to chest to abdomen and soaking the white pouch of my jockstrap. Dhara took an edge of her dhupatta and started dabbing my forehead, “Lao bhaiya, main kar deti hun” (Here brother, let me do it). She dabbed my neck and shoulders, reaching finally for around my hard nipples when Mridula also came back with a lime-soda. I drank it in a single sip. I was panting no more.