Belly Button – The Dancing Damsel

Belly Button – The Dancing Damsel
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Submit Report This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended. The after effects of the meeting were still troubling the professor. “Shut the fuck up will you”, he had yelled at me and I was aghast. “Mind your tongue professor” Doc was admonishing pappi again. “You can’t use such vulgar language with your children” she went on. Professor was not listening and was venting steam, “those bastards, they will never learn, what do they know about fast Fourier”. He stopped and looked at the doc. She smiled and said, “Nobody here knows anything about your Fourier stuff, but you show me your algorithms”, doc said patronizingly. “Mind you Pollamma is off for a week, Yellamma is busy with her other houses, she is sending Nelli for a week in the evenings to look after the kid” she continued. Nalli was Yellamma’s daughter who had finished her 12th and had just joined the junior college. I had seen her a few times before. She was a good looking girl who was always talking about the Telugu movie heroines and modeling.Yellamma had borrowed two thousand rupees for her college admission to “St Mary Junior College”, an all girls college. The next day in the school bus was with Mamata in her lap with her tits bouncing on my back during the journey and those fierce hugs when she thrust her nipples on my back. I had forgotten all about Nalli even though doc had mentioned about her in the morning also. We walked home from the bus stand. The main door was open and there was loud music as we entered the house. Nalli was dancing in front of the television to the music of a Telugu movie. She was wearing a long skirt and a shirt. She had folded the shirt and tied it around her waist to make it look like a blouse. “Ok children, lunch time” and she switched off the music and ran into the kitchen. She came back and almost threw the serving vessels with food on the table. In a minute she had served the plate with rice and curries heaped up. “ I don’t like brinjal,” my sister said, she looked at her and spooned out the brinjal from the heap in the plate. “I don’t like” I started and then stopped it half way through. “finish your lunch in a minute and we can play hide and seek,” she said. My sister was excited. I was not too sure about playing hide and seek with Nalli. We finished off lunch in a few minutes. “Go change and come quickly” she said as she started clearing the plates. “I will count till twenty, both of you hide” she said and started counting placing her palms over her eyes to cover them. “don’t look,” my sister said as we both dashed into the bedroom and got under the bed. In a few seconds, she was looking at us with a big smile. “ you count till fifty, we need more time to hide,” Nalli said as my sister started counting and she pulled my hands and we took a detour and got into the bedroom. She dragged me with her as she opened the clothes cupboard of doc and we squeezed behind the numerous sarees hung. She pulled the door shut and sat leaning against the cupboard and she held me between her legs and put a finger on my lips to remain silent. “it is hot” she whispered and removed her shirt. I could feel the warmth of her body seep through my tee shirt. In a few seconds, I was feeling hot and the tee shirt was getting wet with sweat. “lift your hands” she whispered and she pulled out the tee shirt over my head and she pulled me close to her. My back was in firm contact with her sweaty chest. She was not wearing a bra and the warmth of her tits seemed to seep into my body. Her breath was hot as it flowed over my ears. I could hear her heart beat and they were beating fast. My throat was dry and a sense of guilt came over me as I could feel my heart beating like a drum. Or a few moments we stayed there fused together in sweat, not moving. Then she started moving her hands slowly over my body and they lingered over my nipples and I felt excited and tickled. I could feel her nipples harden and make small jabs on my back. “Are you hiding here, I found you” It was my sister in the room. I froze and held my breath, I could hear her going under the bed to look for us. “OK where are you,” she said moving away to another room. “She missed us, she missed us” she whispered into my ears. I could feel the heat in her breath as her face came close.Her hands kept wandering over my body as we remained locked. After a few seconds, she slowly folded her knees and slowly lifted me up on her knees and she gathered her skirt at her waist and slowly unfolded her knees again. I could feel the skirt bunched up at the waist and her bare thighs were making contact with my legs. Her legs were sweaty and a smell of musty sweat with a faint trace of urine filled the air. She slowly opened the door of the cupboard ajar and fresh air slowly filled in bringing down the heat. “Nalli where are you” sister was back in the room again. Her fingers were on my lips as she hugged me tight and wrapped her legs around my legs. I could feel the trickle of sweat running all over my body as the heat from her body seared into me. I heard the footsteps of my sister go away from the room again. “I like this sweat bath” she whispered. I was not sure what she meant as her hands kept moving all over my chest and inching lower and lower. I was breathing heavy with a sense of anticipation of the unknown as the bodies clung together. I could feel the softness of her skin and freshness in breath along with a smell of jasmine. I was drenched in sweat and I could feel the sweat drenching my shorts. “Nalli please come out, I am scared”, the sister was shouting from the other room. Nalli pushed the door open and slowly pushed me out of the cupboard. She stepped out wore her shirt and dashed off.

“Ok now we are going to swim here”, Nalli was telling my sister as I reached them. “where did you hide” sister was keen to know “In the..” I was going to say when Nalli put her finger on my lips and said “the secret hiding place you will never find,” Nalli said laughing. Nalli went into the bathroom gathered a bucket of water and splashed it onto the floor in the drawing room. She poured three more buckets of water onto the floor. She vanished and came back with a shampoo bottle from doc’s bathroom and sprinkled shampoo onto the floor. She pulled the chairs to one side and looked around and smiled. “Ok this is how we are going to swim,” she said as she took off her skirt and shirt and laid down on the floor. She rested her legs onto the wall and took a push and she went gliding through the water on the floor and reached the other side. She turned around and glided through the floor once again. She indicated to me to take off my tee shirt and join in. I took off my tee shirt and joined her. It was fun gliding through the water. In a few seconds my sister also took off her dress and she too was gliding on the floor in her panties. Nalli collided with me as I glided from the opposite direction and we wrestled in the water. She kept laughing as I tried to wrestle free from her. It was fun and I did not realize the time fly by. After some time, Nallli got up and wore her shirt and said, “children get up and get ready, we are going to the park” she said as she pulled us out and shoved us out. By the time we came back Nalli was mopping the floor clean of the water. “Go outside and play, I will come,” Nalli said asking us to go out. We went out to the park and after a few minutes, there was loud music from the house. I took my sister and went back. Nalli was dancing on the floor in front of the television. She was wearing only her panty and her shirt tied at the waist like a blouse. She was dancing to a belly dance on the television screen. I watched as she gyrated her hips and tried to flap her stomach like the belly dancer. Her belly button was round and it glistened. She had applied oil on her belly. She winked at both of us as she gyrated her hips and continued dancing. “Do you like my belly dance?” Nalli asked “I like the belly button,” I told her “Oh my, you are also going after the belly button like the professor,” Nalli said smiling. “Is Panka also like that?” I asked Nalli “Panka is a famous rowdy, nobody speaks against him,” Nalli said smiling “He beats up Yellamma, I heard her tell the doc,” I told her. “Yellamma loves what he does to her,” Nalli said with a wink “she likes being beaten up,” I asked her. “she gets a lot more” and she started whistling “How is my belly dance,” she asked my sister. “You dance cool,” she said. Nalli started dancing again. She went round in circles in front of the television. We watched with interest as she kept gyrating her belly and kept making lascivious thrusts at someone on the television screen. We were busy watching her dance and did not hear the professor arrive. All of a sudden Nalli stopped dancing and stood there frozen looking at the door. I saw professor standing at the door gaping at Nallis’s belly button. I could see a huge bulge in his pants as she walked towards Nalli. He lifted Nalli in his hands and carried her to the bedroom. Nalli was laughing and giggling in his hands and winked at us as he went into the bedroom. Soon there was classical music playing from the professor’s room. “oh no, please don’t” I heard Nalli’s husky voice. “Oh no, please” Nallis husky voice again after a few seconds “Oh no” Nalli was heard again, I thought there was an excitement in her voice “Oh” I heard Nalli moaning, it was followed by a smacking sound of flesh pounding on flesh. The sound of the bed moving rhythmically in the background was laced with moans and sighs which were subdued.Grunting of the professor came at regular intervals with the rising husky voice of Nalli. After a while, Nalli was shouting loud “don’t stop”. After a few minutes, there was a loud grunt from the professor and sound of the bodies tumbling onto the bed. I looked at my sister, she looked scared and was about to cry. “Don’t worry sister, it is the belly button and a dancing damsel”