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Aunt's Right Hole

This story takes place in a small village and I hope that all the readers can follow it, even those that are not from a village or don't know anything about village life in this part of the world. I live with my maternal grandmother, although the house we live in technically belongs to my uncle. My aunt is not yet married and lives in the same house. She is about four or so years older than me. Women in the village get married off at a young age, so the age difference between her and me is not uncommon, although one normally thinks of aunts that are much older than four years. I have those too, mind you, but in this household, we are only four. My uncle's wife is from another village and she is a teacher there, so she stays with her own mother and my uncle goes to visit her whenever he can?which is a lot of times. That leaves me behind as the man of the house so to speak.

My duties are to look after the farm, get the food for the animals, and tend to them in his absence. Actually I end up doing that even when he is around, but it becomes a bigger duty when he is not around. Sometimes I think that he goes to visit his wife just to get away from having to work on the farm. My aunt helps with the farm chores as well, specially with feeding the animals and giving them water. We have buffalos, goats, chickens, ducks, and a dog. Our house is divided into two parts, one for the humans and one for the animals. At night, animals are usually herded into an enclosed and roofed area. There is a small room right next to it where my uncle usually sleeps to tend to any problems with the animals if they arise at night. He has his own bedroom that he and his wife use when she is visiting us. I say, visiting, although the house is actually hers as well. There is another room which my grandmother and my aunt share. I have my own room where my bed is in a corner while most of the room is used to store sugar, grain, corn, and sometimes even cotton, depending on the harvest season.

I actually like it when my uncle goes to visit his wife because then I get to sleep in the room next to the animals. My room most of the time feels congested. In contrast, that room feels open and airy. There are two cots in there, one for my uncle and the other to accommodate a visitor or two. If we get more than two visitors, we simply bring in a couple more cots. It has room for four cots. Although when four cots are laid, there is only enough room for the legs. People have to walk sideways to go in and out, but it has never really bothered anyone. My aunt also feels free when my uncle is not around, what with Pakistani brothers being protective and all, as does my grandmother. My grandmother uses the freedom to visit her friends at night where they sit and gossip. My aunt then comes and uses the other cot next to me to just be around someone of her own age. I have another bonus from my uncle's absence. I get to read his magazines. My aunt usually takes one and thumbs through it while making small talk.

I am sometimes so involved in a story that I just say "huh" at regular intervals and she thinks I am listening. Most of the time she just falls asleep on the cot because she is so tired from her daily routine. When my grandmother comes back from her visit(s), she looks at her sleeping and just leaves her there, because she knows not to disturb her or she may not get up early enough to finish her chores for the following day. I sometime fall asleep while reading. The lantern then burns all the kerosene and goes off by itself. Now, I said that the room is airy. It is because we have two window-like holes on the side through which air and moonlight come shining. Most of the time, when moon is at its full, the room is lit enough to keep the whole room in soft, cool light. This may be the right time to tell you that I am over nineteen.

That makes her over twenty-three. She hasn't been married off because my uncle hasn't found a suitable match for her. I think my uncle doesn't want her to get married yet because he needs someone to cook and clean and do the laundry around the house. It is not fair to her, but there is nothing I can say or do about it, so I don't complain. Neither does my aunt. She seems okay, although by reading some of the stories in those magazines, I wonder if she really is. It was one of those nights when my uncle wasn't around and my aunt was sleeping on the cot next to mine. The moon was not full, but was bright enough to give plenty of light. I finished the last unread page in my magazine and looked for something else to read. There was nothing available. My uncle hadn't bought the latest issue yet, and I had read all the other ones. I was feeling restless, so I decided to go to the open part of the house and lie down on a cot that we have there next to the woodstoves where my aunt and my grandmother do the cooking.

I was enjoying looking at the clear sky and the bright stars. Every now and then a moving light would travel across the sky and I would follow it until it disappeared from my sight, wondering about the people sitting in that plane and where they may be headed or where they may be coming from. When my grandmother came back from the neighbors house, she asked me, "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be asleep by now?" "I don't know. I was feeling restless." She replied in Punjabi, which approximately translates to: "Well, that is the condition of your age." ("Umar da taqaza aay.") "Yes, I guess." I replied without really knowing what she meant, or caring. "Where is Jameela?" "Sleeping." "You should also go to sleep. Tomorrow you have to get an early start. We have to irrigate the fields." After she went to her bed, I stayed there a while longer, but the duty of directing water to our fields at the designated time compel me to go to bed. When I came back to the room and opened the door, the moonlight entered and illuminated the area wherever it fell. It is funny that we have a door which normally gets closed, while the two big window holes have nothing on them.

I could never figure out the use of the door, other than that my uncle didn't have the money to put the windows in and was planning to do it sometime in the future. Something about my feeling restless made me look at the sleeping body of my aunt. The light was shining on the lower half of her cot and I could see up to her thighs quite clearly. I had extinguished the lantern before going out, so the rest of her was in the dark. During her turning and tossing, the flaps of her kurta (long Pakistani shirt) had moved upwards. The shalwar underneath and the legs that it contoured were displayed quite nicely. The view seemed... enjoyable... for lack of a better word and I found myself staring. I had to quit once I realized that I was looking at my aunt's thighs...well, really her shalwar. But the image stayed in my head all the way to when I fell asleep. The next morning before going to irrigate the fields, I found her doling out food to the animals. It was still early morning and the sun hadn't come up yet, but the dusk had enough light to show things not only clearly but in their natural colors. I saw my aunt from behind and pictured her from the night before.

My mind made a note of her profile and I had to admit that it was a pleasing profile. Pleasing, that is, as in looks nice. The next time she slept in the cot next to me, there was no moonlight. The light from the lantern was brighter than usual because the night was dark, so when I turned to extinguish it before falling asleep, my eyes glanced over and saw her figure very clearly. She was sleeping on her side, facing away from me. The back flap of her kamees was turned over on one corner, showing her shalwar up to the back of her thigh that was on top, while the other corner was covering the other leg to the back of her knee. Her left hand was folded under her neck while the other was stretched across the length of her right side. Her slender fingers were partially covered by the folds of her shalwar. I remembered that the last time I saw both of her thighs; while this time I was only seeing one. I remembered how enjoyable the view was when both thighs were visible and wished that the flap was pushed upward to show both as much as the last time. Such was not the case, so I fell asleep with my wish echoing in my head. Next morning I woke up with the morning call to prayers.

I turned the lantern on to get some light and found her sleeping just the way she was before I went to sleep. Only, my wish had come through. Her shirt was pushed up, showing the folds of her shalwar around the back of both of her thighs?plus some. I could even see the beginning of the rise of her buttocks and the shalwar was caught in between her cheeks, making them quite defined. The thin material was stretched in such a way that I could see each cheek in its normal, undressed shape?well, the lower part. I was looking at my aunt's butt while the azaan was echoing in the air. I felt so guilty, that I practically ran out of the room as if someone had caught me stealing something. That night though, I waited for a repeat viewing. It wasn't to come. She was sleeping on her back; the kamees was covering her profile properly. I fell asleep somewhat disappointed, and feeling very bad due to the guilt I felt for wanting to see my aunt like that. Moonlight was back the next time my uncle went away. I was feeling restless to the point that I couldn't even concentrate on reading, so I went out to lie on the cot in the open part of the house.

The restlessness was so much that I couldn't enjoy the stars or the traveling lights. I came back to the room and looked at her. She was properly covered. I went back out again. Came back a few minutes later; she was still covered properly, so I went back again. It was sometime after midnight when I came back to go to sleep and found her properly covered. I left the door open so the light could shine on the lower part of her body.
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