17 The Touch

After picking fruits in the sand I stood under the tree jargal was climbing on and collected all the fruits he plucked. I followed him till evening and then we all gathered near Tulga's tree.

I saw that Tulga has nearly melted the red vine to oblivion. The Ilphyr tree had black sludge around its trunk where the zukr was before. We then started walking back towards the village. I walked in the back of the group slowly as my body felt tired and hungry after an entire day of manual labour.

But my spirits lifted in few seconds as I also got to watch the three lovely ladies swaying their asses and walking. I compared the three to find that Tulgas was the best as she was energetic and her hips swayed like pendulum.

As I interacted with other villagers I also noticed that they weren't big on personal space or inappropriate behaviour as men and women in my group casually touched or stood near to each other. Particularly oyuun and jargal, as oyuun was causually slapping his ass and laughing.

We then directly walked to Village heads hut and dumped the Lhasa in his hut. After that everybody got their share of Lhasa based on their work. Tulga got the highest number while I got only 5.

I said goodbye and walked towards my hut. But, looking at the empty room I was hesitant to enter and my legs automatically turned towards my mom's hut. When I entered my moms hut, she was standing alone facing the wall and her curvacious back was pointing at me.

I slowly went behind her and wrapped my hands around her. My mom turned in suprise and on seeing me smiled and said " Gan is your work finished. Did you find anything about your gift". Seeing she didn't object I wrapped her close and said " No mother, i haven't got any clue about my gift but I did my work and got Lhasa".

"Gan, don't worry it takes time and you will soon learn about your gift". "Ok mother, here I came to share my Lhasa with you"

"You don't have to share your Lhasa with me Gan, the five Lhasa will not be sufficient for a young boy like you. "

Seeing my mothers strong objection, I broke a piece from the Lhasa fruit with my hands and brought it to her mouth.

"Mother I want you to taste the first Lhasa I earned by my hands, " saying that I inserted the piece in her mouth. She beamed at me and started eating the piece. Since, I inserted it suddenly, she didn't bite into it properly and some juice ran out of her mouth.

I was mesmerized by it and swiped the running juice with my hand and licked it. My mother laughed and said " If you are hungry take your Lhasa and eat it". I then placed my left hand on her hips and started eating Lhasa with my right hand.

My mother then talked about her day and said Chimeg went to village as usual. I in turn started telling her about who worked with me in the orchard and what we did. During the conversion my hand slowly went from the valley to the sides of the mountain. They steadily went up the slopes and rested on the smooth peaks.

Seeing my mother still conversing happily, My hands atlast cupped her ass and I know very well which hand will be holding my little brother today.