A TALE OF TEENAGE LUST - I plan to get Kalpana aunty's family indebted

As they sat drinking tea, Jatin bhai kept asking me all about our new found wealth, and what we were planning to do. I answered as vaguely as he could. Jatin bhai started telling me about how badly his business was doing, and how he owed money to many of his scrap suppliers, and was unable to get any more credit. He blamed the influx of new people into the scrap trading business, who were willing to undercut on price just to get more business. He bemoaned the fact that the new traders were backed by co-operative banks who gave them loans, while he himself could not get a loan because he did not have enough money to maintain the minimum bank balance required to avail of a loan.

I sensed where the conversation was heading. “The bastard wants money from me. Alright, let me play along, and see what I can get in return”, I told myself inwardly. “Uncle, how much money does the bank require as deposit for them to give you a loan”, I asked with mock innocence. “Oh beta, they are all cheats … they say we will give you a loan only if you have at least 15,000 rupees in the bank … how can I get that kind of money … you know how little margin I make. And on top of that I need another 5,000 per month to pay the rent of my shop … that greedy landlord has increased the rent from 3,500 to 5,000 now because the others are willing to pay more rent … if I don’t pay him that, he will give the shop to another trader” he bemoaned. Kalpana aunty stood there silently, her head bowed slightly, listening to our conversation. I was silent for a while. I sure had the money. For the last 3 months, the 1 thirty thousand rupees per month had been coming in steadily into my bank account, and I had barely used 5,000 rupees from that. I still had about 85,000 lying in the bank, and next month’s money were also due in a week’s time.

At that moment, the neighbor opposite Jatin bhai’s house called out for him, and said there was a phone call for him. Since Jatin bhai did not have a phone in his house, he used to receive his calls at their neighbor’s house. As Jatin bhai excused himself and hurried out. Kalpana aunty came towards the table to clear the empty tea cups. I saw pain and helplessness written on her face. As she turned and walked towards the kitchen, I couldn’t help but once again gaze with desire at the way her massive buttocks moved within the confines of her sari. Jigna had been sent into the room to do her homework. I got up and followed Kalpana aunty to the kitchen.

As she washed the dirty cups, she gave me a weak smile, and said “My husband is not a scrupulous man, beta … he has borrowed money from so many people, and has not paid them back. That is why no one trusts him any more. Whatever money he gets, he spends most of it playing ‘matka’. And then he likes drinking also, and keeps buying cheap liquor from some bootleggers in the city” she continued. The only way we are able to make ends meet is because of whatever I earn … he is telling you all this now just to get your sympathy and borrow money from you” she stated matter of factly. “But you are a good boy, beta. My advice to you would be to not trust him. He will borrow money from you also, and then waste that also. I don’t want to unnecessary spoil the relation of our family with your father and mother.” I was touched by her honesty and forthrightness.

I quickly made up my mind, and said to her, “Kalpana aunty, you have been so nice to me; this is the least I can do for you. I want to do something for you and your daughter. Here’s what I have in mind. Let me lend him the money he requires to get the bank loan. I will not give him the money personally, but will open an account and deposit it directly into his account. That way he cannot spend the money elsewhere. The only money I will give him in cash is the money he requires to pay his shop’s rent. Once he gets the bank loan, he will not need that also” I concluded. “But what about your money, beta? What if he does not return it? What if your father comes to know?” she resisted. “Oh aunty, why do you worry about all those things? I am doing this for you, aunty. And also, I am going to give this from my money, not my father’s. And I am not expecting it back. If he is able to salvage his business, it will help improve your & Jigna’s life also” I told her with a smile.

She was silent for a while, and twiddled with the pallu of her sari. Then she came towards me, and looked at me with deep emotion in her eyes. She placed her hand on my left arm said, “Jignesh beta, you are very kind. I don’t know what to say. All I can say is that I will do whatever I can to repay you for your kindness”. “Oh you don’t know why I am doing this darling” I thought to myself. Instead, I replied, “Come on aunty, don’t be so formal, after all these years, isn’t it my duty to help you when you need help?” She just smiled, and squeezed my arm. Oh, if only she knew how badly I needed her to squeeze my cock … and not my arm.

At that moment, Jatin bhai came back, and I headed back to the living room. We sat down once again, and I told him that about my plans to help him out. A big smile split his rotund face, and he came towards me and grabbed my arms and tried to hug me, thanking me profusely again and again. He was saying, “Arre Jignesh bhai, see how uparwala has send you to us … how can I ever thank you”. Turning to Kalpana aunty, he said, “Kalpu, from this month onwards, don’t take money from Jignesh bhai for the food. That is the least we can do for him. And do whatever work he needs, and help him in every way you can”. “The bastard”, I thought to myself “using his wife to repay a favor”. Before Kalpana aunty could say anything, I interjected, “No, uncle that is not fair. Let us not mix work with personal things. What I pay for the food, I will continue to pay. I don’t want any debate on that” I said with finality. “OK dikra, as you wish”, conceded Jatin bhai. I took my leave, and stepped out. Kalpana aunty looked at me with deep affection in her eyes as I started my bike, and smiled at me. As the bike roared to life, Jigna came running out and waved me bye. I headed back home.