Puchku Babu 2

( Dear Readers, I would request you to read the 1st part of this series "Puchku Babu" to better understand the story so far...)

Puchku Babu 2

My mother in law was walking up the stairs slowly, carrying me in her arms. I was practically sitting on her left arm, which went under my bottom, with her arm wrapped around my thighs. I was having to lean on her tall, handsome body being carried sideways. My right arm went around her neck and rested on her shoulder for support. My 41 year old 5’10” and 90 kgs MIL was not even holding the side staircase railing with her free hand. She was carrying my 33 year old 4’10” and 51 kgs male body with such ease as if she was carrying a small boy up the stairs. I was still a little wet, having just been bathed naked by my Mother in law. I was fully bare bodied, with not a stitch of clothing on me. I was so worried that the short towel which my MIL had wrapped under my waist, might suddenly come loose.

My 20 year old, 5'11” tall Sister in law, Manju, was coming up the stairs behind us with my shirt, pants and even my underwear in her hand. She was giggling all through. 

My Mother-in-law carried me in her arms and came straight to a medium sized bedroom where I found my wife Anju had just come out of the bathroom, after having her bath. She was standing and talking to her youngest sister Ranju. My wife generally towers over my 4’10” height with her own 5’5” height, with the top of my head just about reaching her lips. But now I was finding my tall wife Anju being dwarfed by her youngest sister Ranju who was just a chubby 18 year old teen of 5’8” height. Seeing my mother-in-law coming into the room holding me like a small boy in her arms with my arms around her neck for support, both my wife Anju and her sister Ranju burst out laughing. My MIL put me down in front of my wife and went out of the room, possibly to arrange for lunch. She asked Ranju to go with her and set the table. 

My wife looked at me and said, “See? I told you that Mummy will take good care of you. See how nicely she has bathed you. Now let's go and have lunch, I'm terribly hungry.” She took my hand and started walking towards the door. 

But I stood my ground, not wanting to go. Anju said, “What happened? Come, nobody has eaten yet, they are all waiting for us so that all of us can have lunch together.” 

I protested, “But Anju, I'm just wearing a towel. Open the bags, the keys are with you. I'll need to take out a fresh T-shirt and pants.”

Anju looked down at me with a cross face. “Oh come on ! That can wait. It's already late for lunch. You are in the house only. There is no problem if you stay with your towel on. You can change after lunch.” 

I still objected, “But how can I sit at the dining table with just a towel on with all the ladies ?”

Anju caught hold of my hand to pull me out of the room now, “What ladies ? There's Mummy and my two sisters only. They are not outsiders. They are your own Saas and Salis. And your Salis are so much younger to you. You are 33 years old, whereas Manju is just 20 and Ranju is still in her teens at 18. Don't be ashamed of them.”

I was still not willing to go. At this point of time Manju, my wife's next sister, entered the room. “What is this tug of war going on between you two ? And what is the argument for ?” Manju was looking down on both of us from her amazing height of 5'11". 

My wife reacted immediately. She let go of my hand and said angrily, “Look at your Jijaji (brother-in-law). He doesn't want to go to the dining table with the towel on. I don't have time to open the suitcase and take out his clothes now. I'm terribly hungry. He is feeling shy to sit with his Mother-in-law and you two sisters-in-law with only a towel on.”

Manju started laughing, “Oh this is the issue ? Ok Anju didi, you go ahead and start having your lunch. I'm convincing Jijaji and taking him along with me.”

My wife Anju left the room. Manju came and stood right in front of me with her 5’11” height and 75 kgs well toned body. Although I was 33 and Manju was 13 years younger to me at 20 years of age, with my 4’10” height, my head was not even reaching her breasts. I had to crane my neck high up just to look at her face. Manju sat down in front of me on her heels just to come to the level of my face. And looking straight into my eyes, she said, “Why are you feeling shy Jiju? You look like just a small 7 year old boy in front of me. So why are you feeling ashamed to wear a towel in front of us ? Just imagine that I'm your elder sister, your didi. Then you will not feel ashamed.”

I was not going to be bullied just because she was so much taller and bigger than me. I replied, “But I'm 33 years and you are only 20; you are still in college. How can I think of you as my older sister ?”

Manju gave a naughty smile. Then before I could understand what was happening, she put one arm under my thighs and another arm behind my back and stood up straight, lifting me high up in her arms in a cradle position, like a mother holding her baby. I was so startled at suddenly going from a standing position to floating horizontally in her arms near her breasts. My arms automatically went around her neck for fear of falling off. She threw her head back and laughed out loud, “Don't be scared, my little baby. You are so light and small that I can carry you like this the whole day long. You are completely safe in my arms lying on my big breasts.”

But this was not my only embarrassment of being helpless and weak lying high up cradled in the arms of my Sali who was 13 years younger to me. With this sudden lifting by Manju, my towel had come loose. And I was actually lying fully naked in Manju’s cradle. The towel had slipped under my back on Manju’s two outstretched arms and I was lying on it fully naked. And to make matters worse, I was getting excited being literally manhandled by this tall girl so much younger to me, that my little thing was standing straight. Manju was looking at my face all this time, so she didn't see this. Now when her eyes fell on my little hero standing firm and straight, just over her breasts, she burst out into one more round of laughter. 

“Oh my goodness Jiju. You really seem to like it lying in my arms like a little baby. Your little hero seems so happy that he is standing up and saluting me.” Manju was herself so happy.

I was at my wits end. I pleaded almost in tears, “Please Manju, put me down. You are just a college going girl of 20 years. What will happen if others see me lying naked in your arms and you are carrying your 33 year old brother-in-law like a baby.”

Manju smiled mischievously, “Ok, ok…don't cry Jijaji. I'll not tell anyone that I have seen you nangu pangu (colloquial for naked).” 

She laid me down on the bed and tied the knot of the towel properly again. Then she pulled me up by my hands and made me stand on the bed. She bent her head down, put her arm under my thighs and straightened up. This time I was sitting on her one arm, exactly like the way my mother-in-law had carried me up the stairs after bathing me fully naked. I had no other option but to put my arm around the back of her neck for support. I was so flabbergasted at being so easily lifted and handled like I was a rag doll in the hands of my tall 20 year old Sali, that I could not even protest. Also I was now afraid that if I protested much, she might tell everybody that she was carrying me helplessly in her arms like a baby fully naked. Or worse still, she might purposely open up my towel once again and carry me naked in front of everybody. And she was so much bigger and taller and stronger than me that although I'm a grown up adult young man of 33 years, I would be lying helplessly in her arms unable to free myself from a girl who was 13 years younger than me.

Manju carried me to the dining room where all three of the other ladies were already seated at the dining table. They all looked at me being carried in my young sister in law's arms and started laughing. My youngest Sali, Ranju jumped up from her chair and came running to meet us. She squeezed my cheeks in her fingers and said, “Our Puchku Jiju is looking like a baby on his Sali’s arms. Come Jiju, come to me, let me hold you too.” 

Manju backed out, “No Ranju, not you. You are just 18 years old, you are not even out of school yet. Jijaji is 33 years old. He is 15 years older than you. He will feel embarrassed if you carry him. As it is he was feeling shy coming to have lunch with us with only his towel on. He has agreed to sit on his Manju Didi's lap and have lunch. Isn't it my Puchku Babu ? Aren't you my little baby ?” Manju smiled at me sweetly while going and sitting on the only vacant chair at the table. She carefully made me sit on her left thigh with my legs going over her other thigh. I was made to sit sideways on her lap, with her left hand behind my back, holding me sitting on her lap in such a position that it would be easy for her to feed me with her hand. 

I still had some self respect left in me. I looked at my wife and my mother-in-law and said in a protesting but meek voice. “I want to sit on a chair and not on Manju’s lap. I am a grown up adult man and not a baby.”

I saw my wife Anju and my mother in law smile back at me as if they were enjoying my helplessness, being held captive by my young sister-in-law against my will. My wife said, “So what dear ? Sit on Manju Didi's lap. She will feed you.”

I still protested, “How can she be my didi ? I'm 13 years older than her.”

Manju bent her head down to look at my face and said, “Ok Jijaji, you are an engineer, you tell me. I am 5’11” and you are 4’10”. I am 75 kgs and you are 51 kgs. You just give me a mathematical answer. Who is taller and bigger and by how much ? No arguments, just give me figures.”

I did not reply, but Ranju responded excitedly, “Manju didi is taller than Puchku Jiju by 1 foot and 1 inch and much heavier by 24 kgs. Huge difference.” Everybody started laughing. 

Then Manju said, “Ok, now Jijaji tell me, who is sitting on whose lap ?” 

Again Ranju replied loudly laughing with glee, “Puchku Jiju is sitting on Manju Didi's lap”. 

Then Manju triumphantly said, “So it is proved that I am bigger than Jiju. So from now on, Rahul will call me Manju didi and I will call him Puchku Babu.” 

That settled, everybody started having their food. I was also eating, but Manju, sorry Manju didi was feeding me with her hand from her own plate. She was eating herself and intermittently feeding me too. 

They were all chatting totally ignoring me. My wife Anju was telling them stories about her new married life; her neighbours in other flats; her maids; her experiences in the airports and flights. They were all talking, with me sitting on my 20 year old sister in law's lap and being fed by her as if I was her baby. Manju had one hand wrapped around my bare body and her palm rested on my belly. I was sitting on her lap, bare bodied with just a short towel on, consciously holding on to the towel knot, lest it opens up once again. 

After lunch, everybody got up from their chairs and went to the wash basin. Manju waited till the last and then stood up with me. She did not put me down. Holding me with one hand on her left hip, she washed her mouth first. Then she bent my head down and washed my mouth like a mother washes her child after food. 

I was so stunned at being handled like a small child in the midst of these four taller bigger women, I was not speaking at all. They didn't mind, as if they didn't even expect a baby to have mature conversation with them. 

After lunch all four women went into the room where Anju and I were supposed to stay. I also went but I was carried in my Sali’s arms. The others sat on the bed, while Manju stood beside the bed with me now held on her hip. My legs were wrapped around her firm young waist. My arms were around her neck. Manju had one hand under my buttocks, holding me up. She was slowly rocking me from side to side, making me feel more like a child being carried by his mother or aunt.

 Anju, my wife, has now opened her suitcase. She was taking out the gifts which we had brought for her mother and sisters. But she was still not giving me my shirt and pants. I was still being carried by my young sister in law on her hip. I couldn't take it any longer. I whispered in Manju's ears, “Tell your sister no, to give me my shorts and T-shirt.” Somehow I was finding a bond with my 20 year old tall sister-in-law. But I just couldn't bring myself to call her Manju didi.

Manju looked at me lovingly, tweaking my cheek between her fingers. She put me down on the bed. She then went over to the suitcase and rummaged inside. She picked up a very short shorts of mine and a sleeveless white vest. Anju looked on amused seeing what Manju was doing. Manju then walked over to me where I was sitting on the bed. She bent over, and picked me up with one hand under my buttocks and held me to the side of her body. Then she started walking out of the room with me on her hip and my clothes in her other hand.

My wife called from behind, “Hey Manju, where are you taking my husband ?”

Anju laughed and replied while walking out of the room, “Don't worry Didi, I'll just dress your husband up and bring him back to you.”

Manju smiled at me, “See, your wife is jealous now. She thinks that I'll steal you from her.” Manju carried me to the next room. This room was theirs, Manju and Ranju’s bedroom. She stood me up on her bed. Then she went and closed the door and came back. I was still standing on the bed where she left me with the towel on. She just pulled at my towel and it came off in her hands.....