"Ohhh, come on! He was never going to say no to us! He has always been a softie." Pooja Didi smiled at me triumphantly.
"Well, he might have if he knew what I snuck in!" Tara smirked and opened her bag. She held up a small bottle, full of Vodka, with a mischievous smirk!
"Tara!" Pooja Didi's eyes widened in shock! "Where did you get that!"
Tara giggled and shook her head, "Oh relax! I stole one from the bar while the bartender wasn't looking..."
"Well, it would be a waste to not enjoy it... Getting drunk on school premises does seem quite naughty." Pooja Didi seemed to be impressed as she took the bottle from Tara and unscrewed the lid before taking a swig straight from it!
For the next half hour, Tara and Pooja Didi continued to get tipsier as we walked down the familiar hallways. I wanted to be the responsible one and take care of my girls, so I avoided drinking too much.
We continued walking around, checking out empty classrooms. The girls were still a bit tipsy, but seemed to be enjoying reliving their old memories. Eventually, we wound up at the Principal's office, which luckily was unlocked.
"Look Suraj! We've never been in here alone!" Tara exclaimed as Pooja Didi perked up beside her.
"Both of you seem to be enjoying yourselves!" I observed, as Pooja Didi skipped to Principal Sharma's desk.
"Of course! It brings back so many good memories!" Pooja Didi gushed as Tara nodded in agreement.
"Ohhhh, I miss high school so much!" Tara sighed as she sat down on her old desk.
"Well, I guess being the top students, the two of you probably had a good time, right!"
"Well, it wasn't all fun and games!" Tara admitted. "Being a topper is a lot of hard work! I had to study all the time, and barely had time for anything else!"
Pooja Didi nodded, "Me too! I was always caught up in studying or practicing for the basketball team!" She reminisced.
"Oh! So, is there anything you miss about school?" I asked them curiously. "Anything you regret not doing when you were here?"
"Well... If I were to be honest. I was sometimes jealous of the couples I saw around school... and wished I could experience it too." Tara confessed with a blush, "I didn't date much in school. It was too much of a distraction. But I really wish I had now!"
"Yeah... I was the same. It must have been so naughty to hide and make-out with your boyfriend somewhere in the school!" Pooja Didi fantasized with a drunken blush.
I grinned at her words, and both couldn't help but notice my smirk.
"What? Why are you smiling?" Tara punched me playfully, "It's not like you had a girlfriend back then!"
"Maybe..." I gave them a coy smile.
"What! Spill it, Chotu! Tell us!" Pooja Didi demanded.
I grinned at the two girls, "Well, don't be mad. But Jhanvi and I were secretly dating for the last few months in my final year!" I confessed.
Both Pooja Didi and Tara looked at me with wide eyes as their mouths dropped open. "Whaaattt?" Tara blurted out.
"Yup... So, I guess you are the only two nerds who didn't get to be kissed in school!" I said cheekily.
"That's not fair!" Pooja Didi stomped her feet angrily. Tara also seemed to be jealous.
It was funny to see them this way; both were usually quite reserved and cool-headed. But it was probably the drinks talking! I smiled at them, "Come on... It's not that big of a deal."
But both seemed to be a bit jealous of me and Jhanvi.
"I'm going to go have a word with my sister!" Pooja Didi fumed. "It's not fair that she got to kiss you back then and I didn't! She knew I had a crush on you!"
"Wait! What did you just say?" Tara asked her in surprise.
Pooja Didi gasped and clapped her hands over her mouth. She hadn't meant to blurt out that last part. "I...umm..." Pooja Didi stammered, unsure how to respond. She was blushing deep red.
I decided to change the topic, grinned and walked up to both Pooja Didi and Tara, and put my arm around both their waists. "It's ok girls. It was ages ago. I'm sure the two of you aren't really jealous of a silly kiss from school, right?" I teased them.
Both blushed at my touch, my fingers tracing around their mid-riffs. They didn't pull away though. Pooja Didi cleared her throat and spoke first, "Well, I... I... I don't know about Tara, but I wouldn't have minded if you had asked me to kiss you back then, Chotu! In fact, I probably would have said yes!" Pooja Didi looked down shyly before looking up at me.
Tara couldn't say this obviously, but I could tell she was having similar thoughts. I looked at the two gorgeous women and couldn't help but feel turned on at their admission. I was already fucking both of them separately, why couldn't I just fuck them both together? It was a damned stupid idea and would probably blow up in my face but all the alcohol in my bloodstream and the fact that both women looked absolutely smoking hot in their party attire was making me lose my senses.
"Oh really?" I grinned at Pooja Didi's words, "You would have said yes, huh? And what if I asked you to do that now?"
Pooja Didi blushed, and her cheeks burned red, but she didn't move and just glanced towards Tara cautiously and whispered, "Chotu... what are you saying? I'm married, you know that!"
I ignored her and looked at my sister, "What about you, Tara?" I asked her, "Wouldn't it be fun to make-out in school to make-up for what you both missed out back then? Just the three of us... nobody will know..."
Tara turned to me wide-eyed and a nervous smile on her face, "Are you being serious, Suraj? I'm your sister!" She asked me in a trembling voice,
Both of them were afraid of what I was doing. Afraid that our secret affairs would finally spill. But I didn't care about that anymore.
"Why not? You said yourself that you had regrets about missing out on all the naughty stuff back in school. Here's your chance to do all the naughty stuff you have ever dreamed about!" I said as I traced my hands down both girls' bare backs.
Pooja Didi and Tara shivered as my fingers touched their soft skin. Both were definitely turned on. I had fucked them enough times to know that they liked to be dominated and it was time to take control of the situation.
I pulled the two women towards me by their waists, and they let out a gasp. I leaned in and whispered into Pooja Didi's ear, "Don't worry about Tara. This will be our little secret..." and I leaned in and planted my lips on hers.
I started kissing her softly, slowly increasing the intensity; my lips smashing on hers. Her eyes glanced for a moment towards Tara, but the mixture of alcohol and lust had overpowered her senses. She gave out a low moan and kissed me back, closing her eyes.
"Mmmmphh..." She moaned into my mouth as I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she instinctively started sucking on it gently. We kissed hungrily, her tongue wrestling with mine, our saliva mixing in our mouths.
After a good thirty seconds, I broke the kiss and Pooja Didi was breathing heavily, her face flushed with arousal and desire. She blushed deep red and looked down, avoiding Tara's gaze.
I then turned to my sister Tara who stood rooted in her spot, watching us kiss with a look of shock, disbelief, and jealousy.
"I think someone is feeling left out. Are you jealous that your high school rival is getting my full attention?"
Pooja Didi's cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her up! "Chotu! You can't kiss me and say things like that... Tara's your sister!"
But I ignored her and kept my eyes focused on my sexy sister. My hands snaked around both their waists and pulled them both in, close to me, pressing their bodies against mine, as I whispered to Tara, "So Tara... Do you want me to kiss you too?"
Tara, who was still a bit tipsy, blushed and stammered, "W-what? No... of course not... I don't care..." she denied.
"So, you are admitting defeat to Didi then?" I asked her with an evil grin, knowing full well I was egging her on, "She gets to kiss me and make-out in school like she had dreamed about back then. And you get nothing?"
Pooja Didi blushed even harder. It looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her up. "Chhotu! Don't tease Tara like that!" She protested weakly, "You know she's your sister! She obviously can't kiss you."
Tara's nostrils flared up at these words and I knew I had her! Tara was always competitive and hated being second. She looked up at Pooja Didi angrily, "What the hell does that mean? So, you can kiss him, even though you are married?!"
"Heyyy! That is not what I meant... I..." Pooja Didi tried to protest, but Tara cut her off, "I've never backed off a competition against you, Pooja! And I sure am not going to start doing so now!"
Then, to Pooja Didi's surprise, and my delight, Tara turned to me "I'll show you what a real high school make-out session is like!"
And before either Pooja Didi or I had time to react, my sister had grabbed my neck and pulled my face down towards her, pressing her full, soft lips on mine!
I moaned in pleasure as my sister started kissing me aggressively, pushing her tongue past my lips and invading my mouth. I was a bit surprised at her passion! Tara had never been this forward with kissing me. Usually she let me dominate her, but here she was attacking my lips with passion. She even pushed my head backwards and pressed her lips hard on mine, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth!
I could see her glance at a shocked Pooja Didi out of the corner of my eyes, while she continued to make out with me. Pooja Didi was watching the two of us with wide eyes, but I could see a look of arousal in her eyes too!
After a good half minute of aggressive kissing, Tara finally released her grip on the back of my head and pulled back, leaving a string of drool between our lips. My cock was rock hard at her aggression! She turned to Pooja Didi with a triumphant smile!
"Now THAT is how you make out! You need to be a bit more assertive if you are going to compete with me!" Tara gloated.
"Hmph... We'll see about that..." Pooja Didi replied, a competitive fire burning behind her eyes. She looked at me and I could see a hint of lust in those eyes. She licked her lips and whispered to me with a naughty smile, "I want to try that again!"
Without wasting another second, she reached her hands up and grabbed both my cheeks before pulling me down into a passionate kiss. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and her tongue darted into my mouth as she kissed and sucked on my lips with a vengeance.
Tara wasn't going to sit idle and watched Pooja Didi make-out with the brother she was so possessive of, "Ohhhh no... I'm not losing again! You think I'm going to let a married slut like you beat me in kissing?" With that, Tara joined in the action, leaning her face over my shoulder and started licking the sides of my lips, pushing aside Pooja Didi's lips, joining her in making out with me!
Both of them were moaning softly into my mouth and I was in heaven, kissing both of those gorgeous women at the same time, was something I could never even have dreamed of! Both their tongues were fighting to get access to the inside of my mouth, their saliva and lips all mingling and mixing up with mine!
We eventually settled into a comfortable rhythm where they would take turns kissing me, alternating every few seconds, with one girl kissing me while the other kissed and licked my neck. It felt amazing and I could smell the musky scent of their perfumes and sweat, the smell of their arousal filling the room.
"Mmmmm... Chhottttuuu..." They moaned my name in unison as we kissed, my lips moving from Tara to Pooja Didi and back again, their lips and saliva mixing with mine and each other.
"Oh goddd... You two are so fucking sexy!", I grunted in pleasure as they both kissed me. My hands squeezed their asses, eliciting gasps and whimpers from both.
"That's not good enough... You need to tell us who's sexier?" Pooja Didi moaned as we made out, "Meee or Taaaaaarraaa?"
"Tell us, Chhotu!" My sister panted between kisses, "Who are you enjoying more? Me or her?"
The girls were not going to let this go and I knew exactly how to resolve the matter! I pulled back from both their lips with a smirk and looked at them, "I can't choose between the two of you... You are both so fucking sexy! But..."
Their faces were flushed, and both were breathing heavily from our intense session of kissing. They both looked at me with lustful eyes, waiting for me to answer their question. "But... if both of you want to prove to me that you're sexier than the other... There is a way I can decide..." I finished with a wicked smile.
***
Meanwhile back at the reunion...
Kishore:
"Kishore, my boy! I'm so happy that you came today. One of our school's most successful alumni!" Principal Sharma squeezed my shoulder warmly, and said, "I heard about you inheriting the business. Congratulations!"
I smiled widely as I nodded with pride, "Yes, Sir. It's a big step, and a big responsibility. But it's a challenge I am eager to rise up to!"
"You know, to be honest, I had assumed that your father would have picked Suraj for the top job. He was always a better student at school. But I'm happy that you've proven me wrong!" Principal Sharma complimented me, in an insulating sort of way.
I gritted my teeth at his words but hid my disdain well under an appreciative smile. "Well, Sir, Suraj may have been smarter back then, but I have always been a hard worker, and my hard work has helped me surpass Suran in more ways than one. I have experience mixed in with my intelligence," I replied, "Speaking of Suraj, why don't we have him join the group! You can ask him yourself why he was my father passed him up!"
I craned my neck to look around for my brother, but Principal Sharma waved his arms in dismissal, "Oh, no, no. That's ok, my boy. He's not here. He went out for a stroll around the school."
"Isn't that area off-limits tonight?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, "You don't want people wandering around and getting into some mischief, do you?!"
"Ho ho ho... He's with Pooja and Tara! I would like to see him try any mischief with those two around... We haven't had any good, well-behaved girls like them since the two of them graduated!" Principal Sharma laughed, "No, no. The three of them should be alright. I trust Pooja and Tara completely!
***
"Aaaaahhhh... Suraaaaj... this is so wrong... Mmmmm... W-we shouldn't be doing this in school!" Pooja Didi moaned as I rubbed my fingers on her pussy. She was leaning back, legs spread apart on the old teacher's desk, her thong pulled to the side, exposing her wet pussy to me.
"Yeah... This is crazy... Oohhhh... I can't believe we are going so far!" Tara gasped beside her, also in her lingerie, as my left hand played with her clit too.
Both their sarees and blouses were lying in a heap on the floor, their expensive dresses discarded by the side of the door, along with my own suit jacket. They were both sitting side by side on the teacher's desk, their legs spread wide apart and their hands covering their tits, desperately trying to hide their arousal at my actions.
"You both started it..." I smirked at my sister and Pooja Didi, "You wanted to prove who is sexier, remember? So, we're doing this contest... fair and square!" I replied smugly.
Tara and Pooja Didi blushed and gasped at my words. I was taking my time to tease them, just barely rubbing my fingers along their dripping pussies and clits. I could tell that they wanted more, but I was denying them what they wanted.
"Aaahhh... you said that... Mmm... you'd be able to tell us by looking at our bodies..." Pooja Didi uttered, her eyes closed and her head rolling back with pleasure, "You said we'll just have to strip for you, and you'd be able to make your decision."
I smiled at the two beauties in front of me. They were both so competitive and drunk with each other that they'd agreed to this contest easily. But looking at their sexy bodies, I wasn't sure how any man on earth could have made a decision one way or the other.
Pooja Didi was wearing a sexy purple lacy bra which struggled to contain her big tits. Her areola and nipples were visible through the fabric. Her smooth stomach led to a pair of matching panties which hugged her juicy ass nicely.
Tara on the other hand wore a lacy pink bra which covered less of her tits than Pooja Didi's and showed off her perky nipples quite well. I could see the outline of her small areolas through the thin material. Her hourglass figure was very similar to Didi's, and it was a struggle to imagine how anyone could compare the two.
Both were biting their lips nervously, but also with a tint of arousal in their eyes. They were enjoying this, despite their reluctance to admit it.
"Well, to be honest, both of you are a perfect 10 in my books!" I told with a devious smile, "So the only way to decide is by figuring out who is the bigger slut!"
"Aaaahhh! What does that have to do with this?" Tara asked with an embarrassed expression.
"Suraj, we can't do this... She is your sister?" Pooja Didi muttered while holding in her moans, "It's bad enough to be doing this with a married woman like me, but you are crossing a line we shouldn't cross!"
"Oh, come on Didi... You both want to win this competition, right?" I said with an evil grin, "And I think you both know that being the biggest slut is the only way to decide it! So, I think it's fair to test you both. The girl who cums the fastest loses!" I explained with a wicked grin and then quickly pulled their panties to the side and slowly inserted one finger each into their pussies, "Whoever doesn't want to play can forfeit and the other one wins!"
Both girls gasped loudly in pleasure and their eyes rolled back in their heads as they felt me enter them, their pussies already soaking wet with arousal. I began moving my fingers slowly, sliding them in-and-out, making the two beauties moan and pant.
"Ahhh... Ahhh... I'm... not going to lose!" Pooja Didi gasped, her hips gyrating with lust, "Ooooohh!! Fuck! Mmmmmm... I'm gonna show... Aahhhh... you who... the real slut is!"
Tara on the other hand, seemed to be in no mood to give in, "Ahhh! You bitch! You won't... OOOHHH... win this! Ahhh!" She exclaimed with determination.
And so, I began moving my fingers faster, my fingers sliding in and out of their pussies with a squelch, their nectar coating them. Their moans increased in frequency and volume, their juices flowing like a waterfall over my fingers.
I continued fucking their pussies like that for a good minute, my fingers rapidly penetrating their pussies. I had done this to them enough times before to know exactly what buttons to push.
First, I moved my thumb in circles around Pooja Didi's clit, eliciting a series of loud squeals of pleasure from her. Her hips were shaking and bucking wildly on my fingers as her pussy tightened around me!
"Ahhhh... Chhotu... Ooohhh.. You are so good! Aahhhh!" Pooja Didi moaned, and her eyes were rolled back in her head in pure ecstasy, "You are so good... MMMM... at this... Oh God! Ahhh!... I'm gonna cum... Ahhh!"
Meanwhile, with my other hand, I hooked my fingers just so slightly to massage the sweet spot inside Tara, causing her eyes to roll back into their sockets. She began gasping and groaning louder than ever before.
"Oooh... Oh Godddd!!!... Suraj... Aaahhhhh!" Tara moaned loudly, her eyes shut tightly, "I can't believe we are doing this... Ooooooohhhhh... This is sooo wrong!"
I was getting so hard, watching these two beauties moan in pleasure, their faces contorting as my fingers fucked them. Their tits bounced up-and-down in rhythm with my fingers and their juices dripped all over their thighs and onto the table.