Lesson in the Family

The air was humid as Priya, a new mother in her early thirties, sat on the sofa, wearing a sleeveless cotton nightie that reached her knees. Beside her, her mother, Radha, fanned herself with an old newspaper, in her own nightie. Across from them, sat Meera on mat, Priya's twenty-year-old sister wearing an oversized T-shirt and soft cotton shorts with. her long hair tied up in a messy bun.

The conversation had started innocently about the baby and its feeding schedule before Meera turned curious.

"Akka, how does it feel when the baby latches on?"

Priya blinked, surprised, so did Radha.

"Ah, you're at that age now, aren't you? Full of questions." Said Radha.

"I just don't know anything and you always say it's better to learn from family than from whispers." Meera said.

"It's different for everyone," Priya said.

"At first, it's strange where your body isn't yours anymore, it's for someone else."

Meera leaned forward with her elbows on her knees.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

"Sometimes, yes," Priya said.

"But then there's warmth and closeness. It's hard to explain."

Radha nodded.

"A woman's body is made for this, Meera. There's no shame in knowing how it works."

"Can I see?" Meera asked.

Priya's breath caught. She looked at her mother, who gave a nod.

"It's natural," Radha said.

"Better she learns from you than from some frightened girl in a hospital later."

Priya hesitated for a moment but reached for the shoulder straps of her nightie and tugged them down slowly, revealing her bra. She unhooked the front clasp and the bra loosened as he let it fall open, revealing the soft swell of her breasts and the darkened areolas.

Meera inhaled sharply.

"See?" Priya said softly as she cupped one breast lightly.

"The body changes. It's not like before."

"Can I touch it?"

Priya's pulse quickened but she nodded.

Meera reached out, her fingers trembling and moved just above Priya's bare skin.

"It's okay," Priya said.

"You can feel it."

Meera swallowed hard and pressed lightly against the curve of her sister's breast.

"It's different from mine," Meera said.

"Of course it is. After birth, everything changes."

Radha watched quietly and didn't interrupt this lesson, after all.

Meera's touch grew bolder.

"Does it ache when you're full?"

"Like a dull pressure," Priya said.

"And when is the baby?"

"Gently, like this." Priya said.

She pressed Meera's fingertips in a slow, circular motion around the areola, mimicking a baby's latch.

"The body knows what to do. When the baby sucks, the milk comes and it's nature's way." Radha said.

Meera nodded.

"Does it feel good?"

"It's not like pleasure, but there's a relief. A closeness." Priya said.

Meera's thumb brushed over the nipple once, twice and Priya inhaled sharply.

A beat of silence.

"Did I hurt you?"

Priya shook her head.

"No. It's just sensitive."

Meera bit her lip.

"Should I stop?"

Priya hesitated.

"No."

"Meera, come here," Radha said, patting the armrest.

Meera hesitated but obeyed.

Radha adjusted Priya's baby in her arms, then tugged the neckline of her own nightie aside, revealing the loose front of her bra.

"You're a woman now," Radha said.

"There's no need for shyness. See?" She guided Meera's hand to her own collarbone and down.

"This is life. This is what our bodies do."

Meera's fingers trembled, but she didn't pull away.

"When you have a child your body remembers even after years." Radha said.

"Touch."

Meera's fingertips brushed the slope of Radha's breast, then the faint stretch marks near the underside.

"From carrying you girls, heavy babies, both of you."

Priya let out a soft laugh.

"But it's not just about babies but a woman's body knows, to understand, to feel." Radha said.

"Ask what you want to ask."

"Does it ever feel good?" Meera asked.

"Not just for feeding, but just to touch?"

"Why don't you find out?" Radha said with a smile.

She traced Meera's fingertips along the outer curve of her breast. Priya's toes curled against the cool tile floor as she recognized the shift in her mother's tone.

Meera's fingers trembled as they brushed her mother's nipple through the thin cotton bra.

"And this?"

"You tell me. A woman should know her own body's language."

"And what about you, Priya?" Radha turned her gaze to her elder daughter.

"Does your body still remember pleasure, after so many months of only giving?"

Priya's throat went dry.

"Sometimes," she said softly.

Meera's eyes widened.

"You touch yourself, Akka?"

A slow nod.

"The body needs release, Meera, even a mother's body."

"Show her." Radha said.

Priya hesitated but her fingers moved to the hem of her nightie, and slid over her thighs, revealing her cotton panties beneath.

"Come here, kanna."

She guided Meera's hand to Priya's bare stomach.

"This is where life grew," Radha said.

"The body remembers pleasure here too."

"Can you feel how her skin answers your touch?"

Priya's hips arched slightly, to the sensation of her mother and sister's hands on her bare stomach.

Meera's thumb brushed the sensitive dip of Priya's navel.

"Akka, does this feel good?"

"Yes."

Meera's fingers lingered at the edge of Priya's panties and dipped beneath the elastic, feeling the curls beneath.

"Wait," Priya breathed, catching Meera's wrist.

Her eyes found

"Only if you want to show her."

Priya released Meera's wrist. Meera carefully tugged the damp cotton downward, revealing the swell of Priya's pubis.

"This is what craving feels like." Priya said in a low voice.

"It's beautiful," Meera said.

"A woman's yoni is sacred, kanna as it's the source of life and pleasure." Radha said.

"Touch her. Learn her rhythm."

Meera let her fingertip trace the outer curve of Priya's folds, making her gasp.

"Like this?" Meera asked.

"Yes, just there," Priya said as fell back against the sofa.

Radha watched as Meera's middle finger slid deeper, parting the slick folds to find Priya's aching core and Priya's hips arched off the sofa.

"God " Priya gasped.

Meera's free hand found Priya's knee, gripping.

"There right there," Priya gasped.

"Use two fingers now, Meera. Slowly let her feel every bit of it." Radha said.

Meera obeyed, and her free hand gripped Priya's thigh, anchoring herself as Priya's climax crashed over her and Meera watched in awe.

"Your turn," Radha said.

Meera's got surprised.

"Did you think this lesson was only for her, Meera?" Radha asked.

Her hands moved to the hem of Meera's T-shirt, lifting it slowly. Meera's breath hitched as Radha peeled the damp T-shirt over her head, leaving her in only her cotton shorts and simple bra.

Priya sat up weakly, her fingers trembling as they reached for Meera's waistband.

"Let me," she said as she undid the tie with slow tugs.

The shorts slid down Meera's thighs, revealing the plain panties.

Radha's hands guided Meera to lie back on the sofa.

"Watch how she touches you," she said to Priya.

Priya's fingertips traced the waistband of Meera's panties before slipping down as she explored the soft curls making Meera gasp.

"You're so wet," Priya said as her thumb brushed Meera's swollen flesh.

"All from touching me?"

Meera could only nod.

"Breathe through it," Radha said

Priya's finger finally slipped inside and Meera's back arched off the sofa.

"Akka."

Priya's thumb found that aching bundle of nerves and rubbed slow circles that sent sparks as Radha watched Meera trembling.

Meera's climax crashed over as Radha's palm smoothed up Meera's thigh.

"Now you know how the body speaks when words fail." Radha said.

Priya withdrew her glistening fingers slowly.

Radha's fingers traced at the dip of Meera's spine, over the swell of her backside.

"There are other ways to know pleasure," Radha said.

Her fingertips pressing gently against Meera's rear entrance.

"Breathe, kanna as this is just another part of the body's wisdom."

Priya sat up.

"Has anyone ever touched you here, Meera?" Radhs asked.

Meera shook her head.

Radha's fingertip circled lightly.

"The body can find bliss here too," she explained.

Meera's breath came in shallow gasps as Radha's fingertip pressed against her tight ring and the sensation was unfamiliar. She could feel a sharp and intrusive pressure.

"Relax into it. Like letting go of a deep breath."

Priya watched as their mother's finger breached that virgin territory and how Meera's body gradually yielded.

Radha's finger worked deeper inside her slow, patient circles.

Meera's hips jerked.

"Can I?" Priya's fingers hovered near where Radha's moved.

"Your sister's body is speaking".

Radha withdrew her finger with slow care.

"Go gently," she instructed.

Priya's fingers trembled as she slicked them thoroughly. The first press of Priya's fingertip made her gasp. Meera's back arched as Priya's finger slid fully inside.

Priya's finger moved with aching slowness inside Meera, each thrust drawing a new, breathy sound as Radha watched.

"Touch her as she touches you," Radha said, pressing Meera's palm against Priya.

"Let your bodies teach each other."

Meera's fingers slipped easily into Priya's rear as the sisters moved together.

She pressed Meera's finger deeper inside Priya and Priya's hips jerked as Meera's fingers mirrored her own movements.

"I can't, " Priya gasped.

"Together. Come with me."

Radha gathered both daughters close and no words needed. The lesson was learned.