“What happened Bhabhi? Why are you crying like this?” I asked my sister-in-law, Manisha, seeing her sob vehemently. I was sleeping, and I had just woken up hearing her scream and shout.
“Kamlesh is stranded in Delhi. I told him so many times not to go. He is stuck there. I am so worried about him. I don’t think I will ever see him, again.” She continued crying, losing her breath as she continued explaining to me the developments.
It had been only a few minutes since the central government had announced the lockdown, keeping in mind the serious threat posed by the virus. I was sleeping, and I had no idea about it.
I had been following the news. But I never thought it was something we had to worry about. I never thought it was something that would affect people like this.
And, it was only once Manisha bhabhi told me all about it, I understood the seriousness of the matter. Like many people around the world, my elder brother, Kamlesh, also, was grounded and helpless.
I immediately called my parents. They had gone to visit my elder sister, who lived in the neighboring district, with her husband’s family.
“We are fine here, Kapil. But I don’t think we can come home, today. All the roads have been blocked,” my mom said as soon as she answered the call.
“Stay home, okay, son. Be a good boy, and take care of Manisha. Kamlesh had just called telling me she is heartbroken. Your brother is more worried about his wife than his own safety. Try to console her, okay. Tell her it is nothing to worry about,” my mom continued.
“Is Kamlesh okay, mom?” I asked.
“He is. Don’t worry about him. He is big enough to take care of himself. He is already trying to get in touch with one of his friends there.” My mom, too, was very bothered about this but tried her best to not sound upset.
Manisha bhabhi was wearing a red-colored cotton kurti, she often wore at home, along with her black leggings. She was a very pretty woman, in her mid 20’s, but today looked devastated. She was sitting on the floor, with her head leaning against the wall, tears rolling down her eyes. It was a very sad sight.
I knew I had to do something about it. I knew I had to calm her down. I was the only man at home. In fact, I was the only other person at home. I could hear her phone ring, but she was in no mood to answer. I had to do something.
I was still a very young boy, very pampered, and had never had to do something of this sort. I was just not ready to handle a situation like this. I took a deep breath. I walked towards her, hoping I can help her relax, and convince her to believe everything will be fine.
I was now only a couple of feet away from her and was just about to start talking when I noticed the unbelievable amount of her milky cleavage that was on display. The low light in the room had kept the very obvious fact hidden all this while.
Her dress was completely disarranged after all her swift and anxious movements and actions. And, she was clueless about it, as she continued to weep.
She had never lived away from her husband after their marriage. This was the first time, my brother could not take his wife along. It was a sudden trip, and also one with a hectic schedule. She was reluctant to let him go, at first, but then agreed. And, the worst possible happened.
Manisha bhabhi was in a state of shock and had no idea about how her clothes were letting her down. She was in no mood to care either. She was scared for her husband. She was too naive a woman, despite being married for close to 4 years.
But, for somebody who has always taken the extra effort to cover herself, realizing that a large part of her gorgeous rack was left exposed, would have been a shocker.
Manisha bhabhi was very fair, and always kept herself very fit. Her dressing too was always very sensible, and never faced criticism.
It very much surprised me that she had such big busty boobs. This was, of course, the first time I had seen her in a vulnerable position. But her deep voluptuous cleavage just blew me away. The thin straps of her black bra, only made her look even more seductive.
She did not have a very thick and bulky figure, and her bust would have been sized 34, at maximum. But they were definitely e-cups. They were definitely the biggest I had seen my whole life.
At 21, I have had my share of fun. I have been getting laid with my girlfriend, on a consistent basis. I have been doing her a lot of good. My 6-inch penis was not the biggest around, but always got the job done, and I was happy with my sex life.
But getting turned on from the unexpected exposure by my own brother’s wife felt exceptionally special. I was very aroused and very hard. I do not remember having an erection this big, anytime lately.
I was ogling at her tits, as she stayed idle. As if she was waiting for me to have as much fun as I could with the very sensual view she was offering me. I, myself, felt stuck, with everything happening. And, was brought back to my senses by my mother’s call.
“Listen, Kapil. Don’t panic, okay. The lock-down period has been announced, It is 3 full weeks. There is no way we can come home anytime soon. And it is the same as your brother, too. Convince your Bhabhi, okay. Please. Only you can make this better,” my mom stressed.
The devil in my mind did immediately manage to tell me how wonderful a time I was going to have with my innocent sister-in-law. She looked nothing less than a damsel in distress, full three full weeks. But, the responsible family member in me, was not just ready to fall for it.
I felt like I was the man of the house. I had to do something. And, I told myself this was not the time to lust for her. Though my penis projected out of tight boxers, way too much, I knew I had to start a positive conversation, right away.
Manisha bhabhi and I were always good friends, and she used to take care of me just like my mother did. She served me food, washed my clothes, and was there for me whenever I needed. She was a girl of today but also had rich traditional values. This was my turn to repay her kindness.
I went close to her, bent down, and tried talking her out of her current disturbed state. But, each time I completed a sentence, she would only cry even more. I just did not know how to make her feel any better. I finally decided I should have her get up from the floor, and sit on the sofa.
I requested her to please get herself up. But, she was not ready to even listen to me. When none of my requests worked, I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to use my strength. I grabbed her by her arms and tried to force her up. She was heavier than I thought, and it wasn’t easy.
And finally, when I managed to pull her up, using all my muscles, I had no control over my own body. I was unbalanced, and in the process ended up falling with my back hitting the floor. And, the very next second, I felt Manisha bhabhi also fall on me.
It was a hard fall. It hurt, a lot. The entire weight of her body was on me. But, I was in no position to feel any of it.
She was on top of me, and all I could focus on was the fact that her huge melons were being groped by me. My hands had gleefully caught each of her tits, in reflex, when she came crashing down on me.
Manisha bhabhi gasped, and she was startled. I was not mauling her, but I could not ignore the fact I felt her hard nipples poked on my hands.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, as she looked at me, biting her lips, unintentionally, and still laying on top of me.
“I am so sorry.” I wanted to say, but no sound would come out from my mouth.
I tried taking my hands away. But with the whole of her body on me, I only ended up squeezing her tits more, causing them to pop out. The fleshy boobies of my sister-in-law, were just a few inches away from my face, now.
“Aahh… You are hurting me,” she said, in her soft voice, but never suggesting I should stop.
I knew I had to end this. I somehow managed to take my hands out. But, now, had her directly crushed against my chest. I could feel her milk tankers on my warm body.
But, more importantly, my own hard prick, that pushed against her all this while, felt even more inside her. It was the strangest situation I had ever got myself into. It felt weird. But, I could also not stop thinking of it as the hottest moments of my life, so far.
I saw her look straight into my eyes, and I could not escape her glance.
“I am sorry, Manisha bhabhi. I was only trying to…” was all I could finally say. I watched her get up, with her left hand covering her exposed hooters. She immediately adjusted her dress, the way it was meant to keep her hot body covered, and gave me a sly smile that completely left me bemused.
I just did not know what she meant to convey. She had felt my dick, on her. That was a sure thing. She would have noticed the hardness of it, too. But, what was it that her sultry face tried to suggest.
“What does she really want? She was wrecked all this whole, and out of everything I tried doing, this was what that brought out a smile on her face?” I thought to myself.
I got up from the floor and looked down instantly. I was still having a raging hard-on. She had definitely felt it. There was no way she could have missed it.
“Now, was she trying to tell you she liked the feel of it? Do you think she wants more of it?” I was asking myself when I heard Manisha bhabhi’s voice.
“Yes, Kamlesh… No… I am fine. It is okay… I did not see your call. I was just lost in thoughts. You please stay safe, okay… Call me when you reach there… Yes, he is here… Kapil is home… What? Yeah? No… I think that is a good idea… And, yes, that is just what we will do! You don’t worry about it.”
I listened to her conversation with my brother, even as I continued to assess the entire state of affairs.
“It was your brother,” Manisha bhabhi said, in her usual sweet voice, but, with a teasing smile.
“I hope he is fine, bhabhi,” I quickly replied. I was glad she was talking to me, and also that she did not say anything about our little ‘misadventure’ to my brother.
“Yes, my dear boy. Kamlesh is fine. But, he has asked you for a big favor. He wants you to do something for him.” she said, sounding unusually excited.
“What is it, Bhabhi? I will get it done right away.” I said.
“No… No… You don’t have to hurry, Kapil. It’s nothing to be done right away. Unless you really want to… Hahaha… I mean… You have time till the night.” she said, teasing me even more.
“What is it?” I asked a little more sternly…
“Well, he wants you to…” she left the sentence incomplete.
“Wants me to…” I prompted.
“Hahaha…” she just laughed.
“Tell me… Please!” I said.
“Well… Kamlesh, your brother, wants you to… sleep with me!” she said, shocking me.
“What?” I could not believe what I heard.
“Why are you acting so strange? He just said he wants you to share the bed with me tonight,” she continued, with no change in tone.
“What on earth?” I sounded very unsure…
“Hahaha. He asked me to have you sleep in our room!” she finally clarified.
“But, why?” I still did not think it was necessary.
“Hahaha… I don’t know… That is what your elder brother wants… And, he is no position to explain everything. And, so I did not ask him why. And, maybe, you too should not. So, no more questions, please… You are sleeping with me tonight!” she declared, with delight clear on her face.
I was sure it was a harmless idea suggested by my brother. And, only because he did not want his lonely upset wife to sleep alone. But the way she presented it to me made it sound extremely twisted.
She made it look like I was not asked to just sleep in his room. She made it look like I was not asked to just share the bed with his wife. She made it look like I was not asked to just sleep with his wife.
She made it look like her husband wanted his brother to fill his wife. At-least, she wanted it.
Half of my young oscillating mind said she meant nothing evil. And reminded me of all the times she used to mess with me, for fun. It tried telling me she has always been like that.
But the other half was adamant she was begging me to take her. All I could hear it say was that tonight was going to be only the first of the many sin-filled luscious nights to follow.
Three hours passed since the freakish incident with my sister-in-law, and fortunately for me, everything remained normal.
A lot was said, and a lot was indicated, but I did not take any of it seriously. I thought that was how I had to deal with this. I felt it was best if I tried to convince myself the weird set of events never really took place.
But, still, I made sure I stayed inside my room and came out to check on Manisha Bhabhi only once. I just did not want to encourage any further lustful confrontations. I knew I had to be smart here.
She was in the living room and asked me what I needed for dinner. Honestly, I was still a little startled and was not at all hungry.
“But you have to eat something!” she said when I told her I am skipping dinner for the night.
“Fine. I cannot force you. But remember you have to sleep with me… Okay?! You cannot give that a miss.” my elder brother’s wife really had no issues with me saying no to food. She was certainly more worried about me not being her bed-mate.
I was wearing a blue colored t-shirt and white boxers, and I did not know if I should change my clothes or not. I was a bit concerned if putting on something new would give her the feeling that I have come ready to impress her.
“I have made the bed. So, you can move in now. Haha!” Manisha Bhabhi announced, in a very excited tone, as she walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen.
I did ask her if we could sleep in separate rooms like always, or if she could at least let me sleep on the couch by the side of her bed.
“Impossible!” was all that she replied.
And, to make sure I had no way out, she made my elder brother, Kamlesh, message me, asking me to give her company and not leave her alone. He even went on to specify that I had to sleep with her.
He definitely meant no evil, but his texts really seemed twisted. Or, maybe, the scenario caused by the threat of the Virus demanded these vulnerabilities. This was a very strange situation for me – one that could turn really bad if I was not careful.
I had to listen to my parents and my brother, and I had to take care of Manisha Bhabhi. But, I also had to make sure I do not let her take advantage of me. I entered her room, hoping to fall asleep immediately. I made myself comfortable on the bed, even before she came back inside.
She used the washroom and got on the bed, a few minutes later, ready to sleep back to back with me, wearing the same pair of clothes she had on her all this while.
Manisha Bhabhi did cry a lot, that day, and sure was very tired. She quickly covered herself with a blanket and remained very silent.
I was relieved things were fine, and was about to fall asleep when she started talking.
Manisha: Are you awake, Kapil?
Kapil: Err… Yes, Bhabhi.
Manisha: Are you not sleepy?
Kapil: I am, Bhabhi. I was about to doze off.
Manisha: Did you like it?
Kapil: What?!
Manisha: Did you like what you did to me in the evening?
Kapil: Bhabhi!
Manisha: Did you like it when you had me on top of you, Kapil?
Kapil: Bhabhi. Listen! I don’t think I need to play the fool here. But it was a mistake. You know it too! I genuinely fell…
Manisha: I know that, Kapil. I fully trust you. But what I am asking is if you liked it?
Kapil: Come on, Bhabhi.
Manisha: You can call me Nisha. It’s fine.
Kapil: But, only Kamlesh Bhaiyya calls you that.
Manisha: It is okay. You, too, can call me that. You both are the same to me.
Kapil: Bhabhi… I know you are very upset about Bhaiyya not being here. And I know it is difficult for you. You are worried about him, and, understandably, you are doing all this out of pain. Just relax, okay?! He will be back soon. You don’t have to feel so broken.
Manisha: I know, Kapil.
Kapil: Yeah. So, it’s just that. You just need to stay calm, Bhabhi.
Manisha: But.
Kapil: But, what?
Manisha: I was just thinking. Kamlesh hugs me tight when sleeping. You should be hugging me, Kapil. You should be making me feel better. You should not let me miss him!
Kapil: Bhabhi. Please!
Manisha: Just hug me, Kapil.
Kapil: That is so unnecessary, Bhabhi.
Manisha: Why? How is that unnecessary? Aren’t you the substitute for your brother tonight? You better hug me.
Kapil: Bhabhi. Hahaha! Okay. I am sorry… I am sorry, I laughed. I was not making fun of you. But, I am no substitute, my dear Manisha Bhabhi. Kamlesh is your husband. I am just his younger brother trying to make sure you are alright. I am just here to console you.
Manisha: Now, who told you that is all that is wanted of you?
Kapil: What do you mean?
Manisha: You are supposed to do everything your Bhaiyya does. You are supposed to do everything your elder brother does for me. You are supposed to everything Kamlesh does to me.
Kapil: What the…
Manisha: Yes! Exactly! And, that includes keeping me satisfied. Tonight, and for the rest of the nights, my husband is not here. I know you want it too, Kapil. I know you are enjoying this time with me.
“Bhabhi!” I screamed in shock. This was scandalous.
“What do you want, Bhabhi?” I asked her in a very concerned tone. I really did not know what she wanted from me. I could surely guess. But, it was too corrupted to be true!
“Well, To begin with…You can turn around. Come closer to me… And, just hug me from the back.” she said softly.
“Haha… Yes. Like that… I can feel you moving towards me. Come a little more closer,” she sounded very delighted.
I really wasn’t sure about this. I just did not want another sexually charged moment with her. But, I did not have a lot of options, either. She was adamant. And, the only way I could bring this to a conclusion was if I let her have her way with me.
It was a risk I could take, I felt. It was going to be okay as long as I kept my emotions in check. I closed my eyes and continued to slowly bring myself nearer to her.
“Perfect!” she said, very thrilled. I knew my body was very close to hers now.
“What are you waiting for, Kapil? Hug Me!” she almost ordered, in her sweet yet teasing voice, demanding all my attention.
And the moment I opened my eyes, I had the biggest shock of my life. I felt like I was hit on the head. I was just not able to believe what I was seeing, and I felt completely lost.
The blanket that covered her was missing! But, more importantly, her black leggings were missing. It had disappeared! My elder sister-in-law had nothing over her lusty legs.
“When did she remove it?” I asked myself in a state of horror and disbelief.
“Was I sleeping when she got on the bed? No! Did she come prepared?! No! She did have her leggings on when she came out of the washroom. I was sure she had it on her. It was too good a detail to miss.” I had all these thoughts playing in my mind, even as I continued to lay motionless.
“Where are your leggings?!” I desperately wanted to ask her, but I just could not have the words out of my mouth. I was very convinced that I had to question her action, but only until I noticed her thick curves.
Her perfectly shaped body was displayed in its full glory, exclusively for me. The high slit on the sides of her kurti revealed a lavish amount of her creamy flesh.
Her irresistible milky thighs begged to be groped, and even though the light inside the room was dim, I could see the side-wings of her thin black panties.
As much as I was astonished, I was also feeling all the wrongful sensations, a sane man was required to feel in such erotic circumstances.
I was slowly starting to lose myself in a world of fantasies when I felt the touch of her palm.
She very casually grabbed my arm, guided it towards her belly, and had it wrapped around her body. She placed my hand just below her bust, almost causing my fingers to brush against her well-hung lower boobs.
I was now just inches away from her, and she reduced the gap further by bringing herself very very close to me. A few millimeters were all that was left in between us.
I was lying facing her back in a position so intimate, one could say I was all set to start spooning her.
Manisha Bhabhi was very chubby. I never thought that was the case, until a few hours ago. She had a lot of desirable meat in her body, and my hand felt great on her soft skin, even though she still was wearing her red top.
I was forced to repeatedly wonder how well she had been hiding her assets all these years. I would have never imagined her to a voluptuous busty woman if today had never happened.
And, even as I thought about all this, I also had a very stiff erection. I mean, my already throbbing cock was turning even harder. Saying I did not feel any of the incestual vibes would have been a lie.
My tool stood out, with so much pride, it actually made my boxers seem non-existent.
Manisha: Stop pushing your fingers against my back!
Kapil: Huh?!
Manisha: Stop it, Kapil!
Kapil: What?! Stop what, Bhabhi?
Manisha: You cannot try to push your fingers inside your Bhabhi like that… I mean, you cannot have your hand on my ass. That is just not right!
Kapil: Bhabhi… No! Please.. I am not.
Manisha: What is poking into me, then?
It was my penis! She knew it, too. There was no doubt about that. It was impossible she was that naive. She was clearly playing with me. But, she also wanted to do an innocent act. She wanted to push me to my limits. She was definitely messing with me.
“Manisha Bhabhi, this is not right. We need to stop!” I said, very seriously. There was no way I could let this go any further. I was losing the power I had over myself.
“Ohh… Come on, Kapil… Maybe… Maybe, I am just feeling things… You know how nights like these can be…” she restarted the conversation in a very diluted pitch.
She was certain I was going to back out, right there. And, she could not let that happen. She just had to resume this.
“I miss him, you know. But, it is okay. This feels good. And I am glad you are here. In fact, this feels so much better,” she completed the sentence, winning the improper duel. She knew I was going to stay. She knew she could manipulate me.
I had no idea what to reply. I was just too confused, bothered, and worried. At the same time, I was also extremely aroused, just how she wanted me to be. She was making her intentions very obvious. She undoubtedly was trying to seduce me.
But, there was no way I could let her control me. There was no way I could let my brother down. There was no way I could destroy our family. I never wanted anything sensual from her. I never wanted any kind of physical intimacy with my elder brother’s wife.
And, though I was not the more interested participant here, I was the one who had to hold myself back. Because that is how provocatively she was letting her wants to be known.
Manisha: Right, Kapil? This feels so good, doesn’t it?
Kapil: I don’t know, Bhabhi.
Manisha: Say it, Kapil. Say Yes!
Kapil: No.
Manisha: Say yes, Kapil!
Kapil: Hmmm.. Yes.
Manisha: Hug me like this. Okay? Throughout the night… Every night…
Kapil: Bhabhi!
Manisha: You have to, Kapil… You should listen to me. Do you want me to ask Kamlesh to send you another text? You do understand that he is stranded, right?! Don’t you think you are unfair by forcing him to repeatedly request you for this small favor?
Kapil: Okay! Fine… I will hug you.
Manisha: Haha… Good night, Kapil…
Kapil: Good night.
Manisha: Why do you sound so unhappy?
Kapil: No, I am alright. Good night, Manisha Bhabhi.
Manisha: Manisha Bhabhi?!
Kapil: Good night, Nisha Bhabhi.
Manisha: Nisha Bhabhi? Bhabhi?!
Kapil: Okay… I mean… Good night, Nisha!
Manisha: Hahaha! Great.
I could hear my sister-in-law giggle, like a young teenage lass, who was flirting with her boyfriend, even minutes after we stopped talking. She was dominating me, and I was easily submitting myself to her. And, she knew it.
And, as if the damage she had already done was not enough, she pushed her butt back, so much, my hard prick could now very well be considered as in between her thick ass cheeks.
I had no idea when I fell asleep. But I was sure things were never going to be the same when I wake up.
“Yes, Kamlesh. Everything is fine. He is still sleeping. Haha! Yes. I slept very well.” I could hear Manisha Bhabhi talk over the phone.
It was 11:45 AM, and I had just woken up, after hearing the sound of her phone ring, feeling very heavy.
“Take good care. Okay?! Stay indoors, Kamlesh. Please.” my sister-in-law continued talking to my stranded brother.
I was still feeling the after-effects of last night’s extremely raunchy events. I just could not accept the fact that I had my brother’s wife rubbing her booty against my manhood.
“Oh, come on. I miss you. You have no idea, Kamlesh,” Manisha Bhabhi said, in an assuring tone.
I was relieved I did not have to wake up to another improper sight of my elder brother’s wife and was elated she had her husband to deal with.
“And, No! I am not angry at you for staying at Sonam’s place. We talked about this yesterday. I hate her. But, there is nothing much we can do now. I fully trust you, Kamlesh,” she added, before cutting the call.
I was only coming back to my senses, and it was no surprise that the first thing I did was check out my member. I was sure I had leaked and was seriously asking myself if I had a wet dream.
But being fully aware of the sensual event, I should have simply just confirmed if my aroused bhabhi had driven me to an orgasm. The truth was that I had fallen asleep, almost unconscious, after the heated moments. And the wetness in my boxers, made me wonder if she twerked her way to pleasure.
It would have definitely been too much for me, and there was no way I would have survived the pressure.
“When did you wake up? I thought you were going to rest the whole day!” Manisha Bhabhi said, walking into the room, just about when I started hoping I turned invisible to her.
Kapil: Oh. Hi, I mean, Good Morning, Bhabhi.
Manisha: Yes. Very Good Morning, Kapil. Sorry I wasn’t here when you opened your eyes. Hahaha. I was talking to Kamlesh.
Kapil: I could guess that. How is he? I hope he is fine there.
Manisha: He is perfectly alright. I don’t think we need to worry about him. He is in the comforts of his ex-girlfriend’s luxurious apartment. Haha!
Kapil: Err…
Manisha: Yeah. So, you tell me. How are you feeling?!
My elder sister-in-law did sound a little bothered, initially, about the fact that my brother had found shelter in his former lover’s house in Delhi. But soon talked with a sly teasing smile, greatly reminding me of our encounter. Or, rather, encounters.
Manisha: Guess you haven’t noticed it yet!
Kapil: Huh?! What, Bhabhi??
Manisha: The food! Your breakfast is on the bed, Kapil. I have made you your favorite – egg Sandwich. I hope you like it.
Kapil: Bhabhi Ji. There really was no need for that. I feel bad for making you do all this.
Manisha: Oh. Come on, Kapil. Anything for my darling devar.
Kapil: Thank you so much. But, I will have my meal on the dining table, Bhabhi. I don’t want to make your bed dirty.
Manisha: No. No way! I don’t want you to leave this room. In fact, I don’t want you to get out of bed.
Kapil: Bhabhi? Why??
Manisha: Because if Kamlesh was here, he would have been on the bed the whole day. He loves moments like these. You know—breakfast on bed. Your elder brother enjoys such pleasures.
Kapil: Hmm… But…
Manisha: And, so you too should be given the opportunity to enjoy everything your brother gets. You are here replacing him. And, I am going to give it all to you. How much ever you try to resist, I will make you do everything he does.
Kapil: Bhabhi!
Manisha: Nisha. Call me Nisha. Haha!
Kapil: You have got this all. Bhabhi. I mean. Wait! What are you doing?! Wait. Are you angry?? Did I say something?
“Hahaha. Relax! I will take a quick shower and come back okay?! You stay right here, and finish your sandwich!” Manisha Bhabhi said, walking towards the bathroom, before I could even ask if she wanted me to leave the room.
I had lost myself in the slow yet sensitive conversation. I had no idea about the fact that she had a fresh towel, and a new pair of clothes in her hand, all this while, and was ready to take a bath.
What I did notice was that she had been kind enough to let her black tights get back to covering her legs. I was glad my elder sister-in-law was decent enough to not expose herself in broad daylight.
It had been almost 24 hours since I had my last meal, and I was hungry. I was about to grab my plate and start eating when she turned around, just inches away from the bathroom door.
“Kapil. I know you often skip lunch. But, there is chicken in the freezer. And… do you like my breasts?!” Manisha Bhabhi asked, pushing her middle finger, in between her jugs, provocatively.
Kapil: What?! What!
Manisha: Oh. Kapil. Stop over-reacting for everything. Please!
Kapil: What did you just ask me, Bhabhi?!
Manisha: Kapil. Haha. I was asking you about the chicken dish I cooked the last weekend. It’s called the Juicy Breasts. Did you like it? Hahaha!
Kapil: Ohhh.
Manisha: What were you thinking?! Haha!
Kapil: Err… I am.
Manisha: Hahaha.
Kapil: It was nothing, Bhabhi.
Manisha: Well. Did you like it?? I can make it for lunch.
Kapil: I really liked it, Bhabhi. It tasted very good. But, you don’t have to bother cooking for me. I am fine. I can take care of myself.
Manisha: Don’t you worry about that, Kapil. I am delighted to know that you liked my breasts. Haha. And, this time it will be extra juicy. You will love it when you touch my breasts!
Kapil: Manisha Bhabhi! Can you please stop saying that? I mean.
Manisha: Oh, I am so sorry, Kapil. I thought you won’t mind. Maybe, you did not really like the dish. How about I make something spicy for you, then?? You do know I can make it really hot for you.
Kapil: Bhabhi. Please!
Manisha: What?! Haha. What is wrong, Kapil??
Kapil: Nothing.
Manisha: Tell me, Kapil.
Kapil: No. Nothing.
Manisha: Well, then. Promise me you will savor what I serve you.
Kapil: What is this, Bhabhi??
Manisha: Promise me you will eat the whole of mine… I mean, the whole of the meal. Promise me you will feast on it!
Kapil: What are you trying to…
Manisha: Just say yes, Kapil.
Kapil: But…
Manisha: Now, do you want me to make Kamalesh ask you to feed on what I offer you?! Hehehe.
Kapil: Fine. Okay!
Manisha: Say yes.
Kapil: Yes, Bhabhi. I will eat whatever you want me to!
Manisha: Bhabhi?!
Kapil: Ohh. Yes, Nisha!
Manisha: Hahaha. Great! You won’t regret it!
I sure was shocked, but I also knew I was excited, listening to my Bhabhi’s enticing words.
I was rock hard and almost stuffed the entire sandwich inside my mouth, watching her open the bathroom door, looking straight into my eyes.
I knew it was an experience I was never meant to have with my elder brother’s wife. I knew this was not right. But, there was nothing I could do.
She entered inside with a teasing smile, and closed the door with a naughty laugh, leaving me completely stunned.
Just seconds after Manisha Bhabhi went into the bathroom, I could hear the sound of the shower being turned on and the noise of water falling on her body. How much ever I tried to, I just could not stop myself from imagining her completely naked wet self.
I was really turned on after hearing her repeat the word ‘breasts’, and I was now even starting to picture being asked to feed on her tits, sucking milk out of her busty jugs.
I was slowly starting to stray, and I knew I had to deviate my mind. I had to make sure I stay sane. And I urgently shifted focus to the screen of my mobile phone.
As soon as I unlocked the phone, I was greeted by close to 400 message notifications from my girlfriend, Nivetha. In between all the sexual tension created by my elder brother’s wife, since yesterday, I had completely forgotten about her existence.
I had not even asked her about how she was going to cope with lock-down, given the fact she was at her grandparent’s place, on the outskirts of the city. It actually bothered me that I had not even wondered if she was safe there.
I was worried she would be rightfully pissed at me. I was expecting her to be upset. I knew I will have to spend a lot of time making up for my obliviousness.
But, instead, I was shocked, ashamed, and angry, the moment I read the contents of her texts. My best friend, Rana, had been mercilessly flirting with her for the whole of the last two weeks, and she did not like it.
She did tell me about his sudden perverseness, but I felt it was mostly harmless. Also, it was after-all through him that I first met her. And, hence, I did not try to intervene.
But, Rana had just crossed all limits here. He had dared to send Nivetha a picture of his throbbing manhood, greatly disturbing her, and even I felt equally let down. It was unnecessary and also completely indecent.
I tried to call my girl right away, but she just declined the call. I knew she was not going to talk to me unless I make her feel better. I was messaging her, and trying to desperately console her when I heard Manisha Bhabhi call me.
“Kapil!” Bhabhi almost shouted, forcing my attention towards the bathroom door, immediately. And, as I watched, I saw the wooden door being slightly opened, and my sister-in-law pushed her head out, just a bit, revealing her shining face and damp hair.
I looked at her, stunned, with all the emotions I was not supposed to feel being generated. I found myself gladly keeping the mobile down. I continued to stare at her in a mesmerized manner.
“I am so sorry, Kapil. Forgive me for asking you a very indecent favor. I forgot to,” she started talking, breaking me from the spell.
“Whoaa! I mean… What? What is it, Bhabhi? What were you telling me?” I asked her, hastily, trying my best to give her the impression that I am still sober.
“Ohh, Kapil. My bra! I forgot to take my bra! Can you be a good boy, and please take it out for me?” she requested to me, in a very taunting way. But yet sounding extremely casual.
I was just startled. That was the last thing I wanted right then. I knew I was going to react very strongly against her unacceptable, insensitive behavior. But only until the moment, I realized that I was already out of bed, and very keenly obeying her orders.
I felt my mind driving my body towards her wardrobe as if I had been long waiting for the opportunity. I had no idea where she kept her bra, but I just kept searching for her intimate wear, inside the cupboard, as if my entire life depended on it.
I had just found the surprisingly large, and fully occupied bag that had her inners stored. I was about to shove my hands into the treasure when I heard her almost scream.
“Kapil! Dude. Fine. I know what you are trying to do. I know why you are taking so much time. They are sized 34E! That is my size. Now stop wasting time trying to go through the rest of my stuff and finding more of my private details. Haha! Just bring my bra to me!” she demanded, humbling me in the most enticing tone.
“I was not doing that. I swear!” I tried telling her, even as I tried to rush back to her, grabbing the very first brassiere I could get hold of. I really wasn’t trying to do what she thought I did. I was spellbound, I agree! But, I wasn’t trying to confirm how big her assets were.
I was just lost. Maybe, even possessed, just like she hoped to have me. I was still a loyal brother. But, once she revealed her dimensions, I also found myself acknowledging the fact that I had guessed the size of her bust very very correctly, very very early into this.
“Whatever!” was all she replied to my genuine claim.
And, as she snatched her yellow colored cotton under-garment, from me, she skipped looking into my eyes, keeping her head down. But also with a very obvious sly smile.
“Thank You, My Love!” she said, as her hands withdrew behind, while the door still remained to be not fully closed. I knew I needed to leave the space that very second, both physically and mentally!
Moving out of the room, I took my mobile from the bed and decided to get back to calling my girlfriend. I had serious issues to take care of, despite the mental stress Manisha Bhabhi was gifting me.
I knew I was feeling worn out. But I was considerate enough to understand that Nivetha deserved my attention. Rana’s unpleasant exposure would have definitely dented her spirits. I knew I had to help her whatever my own worries were.
I was glad Nivetha had not switched her phone off. It was ringing. I was just a few mere seconds into the romantic caller tune when I once again caught the familiar intriguing call of my sister-in-law.
“What is it this time?” I quizzed myself, irritated, walking back to her. I was still glued on to my mobile. I had not realized she had left the door to the bathroom wide open, until I saw her standing in front of me, in the most unexpected state.
“Oh, Fuck!” I gasped in utter shock.
There stood my Bhabhi, with her back turned towards me, wearing a neat pair of white-colored tights over her legs. But, on her upper body, all she had to cover her modesty, was the very same yellow bra, that remained conveniently unhooked.
“I guess you got me one of my older bras, Kapil. I don’t use it anymore! It just does not fit me. I don’t want to ask you for another pair now. So. Can you please help me to hook the metal clips?” she asked, turning her head around, just a bit, letting me know she had a wide smile on her face.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I muttered relentlessly, unable to take my eyes off the gorgeous back-view she was offering me. As much as it was unbelievable, it also was the most beautiful sight I had ever witnessed.
Her perfect curves. Her thick fleshy skin. Her voluptuous figure. Her juicy body. Add to it all the moist drops of water, sticking onto her, she was easily elevated to a sex queen.
I did not resist.
I did not say no.
I just let myself be overtaken by the carnal aura she spread all over. What followed were 45 seconds that would be on any day listed as the moments I will never forget in my life.
Yet, just too fantastical to recollect, and note down in a piece of paper. I tried my best to not touch her as I played with the hooks, taming my emotions.
“Is that okay? You sure it is fine, now?” she asked me, as I finally finished hooking the bra for her.
Kapil: I… I hope so…
Manisha: Hope? What are you hoping?
Kapil: I hope it is fine.
Manisha: Haha. Kapil! You should confirm it is okay. Don’t you have any idea how important it is for a woman to have her boobs held neatly?
Kapil: Oh My… Why? Err…What?
Manisha: You need to make sure the bra is hooked tight enough!
Kapil: But… It was already too tight. That is why you required my help.
Manisha: Haha! Yes. But, there is more to it!
Kapil: What else am I supposed to do?
Manisha: You got to check my rack!
Kapil: What? What did you just say?
“Ohh, Kapil! Hahaha! How can you be so naive?!” she exclaimed, turning around for the first time since the tantalizing last few minutes. Revealing her irresistible upper body that was protected only by her padded plunge bra, a lot of her deep busty cleavage.
“What do you think, Kapil? Does it look good?!” she questioned me, cupping her breasts, that were battling to pop out of her undersized bra. This was clearly the most vulnerable position she had ever been in front of me but still seemed to be in power like never before.
I just stood there, stunned and speechless. This was beyond my wildest dreams.
“Hahaha. Just like your brother. Ohh, Kapil! You are just like your brother. Kamlesh had the exact dazed expression the first time he saw me in my inner-wear.” she blurted, without any hesitation, seeing me awe-struck.
“Just that I was removing my clothes there, stripping for my husband, on the occasion of our wedding night. While here I am covering myself, with the help of my man’s younger brother,” she quipped, teasing me further.
I was still standing motionless, and I did not know how to react. To an extent, I was even scared.
And, making my heart skip more than just a few beats, she walked close to me and kissed me on my cheeks, with her hands firmly pressed against my chest. Taking a step back, breaking the passionate smack, she gleefully resumed her sensual chat.
Manisha: You naughty little pervert. Hehe! What do you think you are feasting at? Is this how you look at your elder brother’s wife?! Is this how you ogle at your Bhabhi’s body?! Hahaha!
Kapil: Ohh. I am so sorry. I did not mean to.
Manisha: Hahaha! Kapil. I was just joking. Let me put on my clothes!
Kapil: Yes! Please…
Manisha: Haha! You are so funny, Kapil. And, well. This is for your kind information. If you were fine with it, I would have walked around the house in just my bra and panties. Maybe, not even that!
Kapil: Bhabhi?!
“Haha. I mean. It is so hot in here!” she concluded. Still, straightaway raising her bare arms, to tie her hair into a high pony, and in the process showing me her shiny clean-shaven armpits.
“Also. For the hundredth time. Call me Nisha!” she asserted, with a wicked grin, watching me drool.
Now, what should I say?
I am no great storyteller or an expert in erotica. I do not have the right set of words to describe to you the sexual stimulation I was being forced to experience!
And neither did I have the guts to express to my brother’s wife what I really felt about this improper altercation with her!
Of course, I wanted it! I wished she never stopped! But, I was also certain this was not supposed to be happening. And, I had to make sure I did not end up being the reason for my sister-in-law to cheat on my own brother.
“However,” Manisha Bhabhi restarted the conversation.
“Hehe. You don’t seem to be very comfortable with the idea. You seem to be adamant I wear clothes. At least that is what you are trying to say. Just Trying! Hehe!” Manisha Bhabhi said, looking at my very clear erection, giving me a very kinky wink, as she played with the straps of her bra, leaving me even more flustered.