The 55 yrs old widow Promila Chowdhury was sitting at the clean, nicely arranged table in the kitchen of her daughter’s five bedrooms house where she lived with her daughter’s family. She was nibbling on a small slice of bread from a plate. Her daughter Protima was out of Kolkata ( Darjeeling ) for a musical function with her son-in-law Palash and wouldn’t be returned home this week which they often did. It didn’t bother her two grandkids as she took care them properly…. actually she had beautifully filled her daughter’s absence.
Her granddaughter Poly looked like the cutest girl with her dark black hair….. cascading straight and long down to her shoulders. Her bright eyes showed the characteristics of her brilliance and curious nature. She was a short girl of just 4 feet 3 inches in height and weighed 45 kgs which made her babydoll like structure as attractive as her mother. Along with that the budding boobs and a nice jiggling bottom attracted the lustful attention from all age groups.
The cute student of Class-XI had been blessed with the sweetest smile and the most cherubic eyes that twinkled and mesmerized anyone who would gaze into them. Sometimes, at the shops, strangers would remark to her mother or grandmother how she looked so cute and angelic.
Having just taken a shower, Poly was dressed in one of her elder brother’s old slightly faded T-shirt which was a light pink dotted with little yellow flowers and went down a little past her girlish hips barely hiding her tight little white cotton panties. In the bright light, one could easily make out the dimple of her tight little privates. It was the normal attire she enjoyed wearing at home.
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Her brother Pobitro had just woke up from a good night’s sleep and felt his morning wood becoming even harder. It was Sunday and his grandmother has selected this day for washing clothes and cleaning the house with the help of him and his sister. But this was the day he got to sleep late. It was also the day that was his day to have his favorite breakfast.
As he laid in bed thinking about the coming day’s activities, he smelled the scent of coffee coming from the kitchen and knew he had better get up. Toast with jelly was his favorite breakfast and that was what he picked for them to have each Sunday morning. Poly, his ** year old sister’s favorite was however egg-toast and coffee.
However the rest of the week they had cereal. Mainly because his sister and he usually woke up late or was slow moving around and there was not much time for anything else. Their parents didn’t really care and ate what there was and when they had time.
He made his way out of the bed and to the bathroom in a hurry because he had to pee. After getting cleaned up he headed directly to the kitchen for some breakfast. His elder sister and grandmother was already sitting at the dining table eating when he walked in and sat down beside his sister.
“Morning, sleepy head.” Promila smiled. “You almost missed out on getting some omelet this morning.”
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