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A brief intro about my family. Dad, Mom, Me and my younger brother. Dad is a businessman and used to travel a lot. Mom is a homemaker. My brother works in an IT firm. I am a business man. We are from the southern part of India.
My brother moved to Bangalore a few years back for his job. Eventually, when another branch of my business was supposed to open up , I got an option to move to Bangalore. Since my brother was already there, I was happy to move. My parents were in our hometown.
For almost 3 years, my brother and I stayed together. We didn’t have any restrictions or anyone to control us. We used to roam at night, attend parties, go on long drives, and have a lot of fun. He even used to bring his girlfriend home during weekends. I kept it a secret from my parents.
He was good with girls. On the other hand, I never had a girlfriend till now. I have seen them kissing and cuddling. Probably he would have had sex with her. At least they didn’t do it when I was around. After a year or so, his girlfriend’s parents wanted to get her married.
But they didn’t like my brother and the other reason was also that i was not married at that time which also for some reason made them to not like our family. She left him as she didn’t want to marry him against their wishes. My brother was heartbroken. A couple of years passed, eventually, my parents forced me to marry but as my business was just growing i did not want to marry, but they found a match for my brother, and he got married.
But then he didn’t love his wife like he did his girlfriend. Or at least that is what it felt like to me. I have never seen them romance as he did with his ex-gf in front of me. Or maybe that’s how married people are, confined to boundaries, who knows!
My SIL is a sweet, caring, homely and understanding person. She works as an HR. She is a bit short, shorter than me, at least I am 5.8, and has a wonderful smile.
Once they got married, I moved out and found a small flat. I used to visit them on alternate weekends. Staying alone, I channeled my inner chef. To did cook some amazing dishes. I mastered cooking mutton biryani. When I visit my brother and SIL, I cook and impress them with my culinary skills.
Within a few months of their marriage, my brother got an onsite opportunity, leaving for the USA. He would settle down in a few months, and my SIL will also travel. For a few months, my SIL had to stay alone. I used to visit her on weekends.
When you plan something, life will plan something else for you. It was 2020 March, and there were rumors about an emergency lockdown. No one took it seriously initially since we have never seen anything like this before.
My brother is in the USA. My parents are in our hometown, some 800 km away. My SIL and I were stuck in Bangalore in two different places. Within a few days, the government declared nationwide lockdown. We didn’t know how long this lockdown was going to last.
After discussing with my parents and my SIL, my brother insisted that both (me and my SIL) stay at his home until this is all over. I was okay with this because I could take care of my SIL, and we shared a good relationship
So, we had a day to prepare and buy all the essential items. I left from office early that day. I picked up my SIL. We went grocery shopping and bought what we thought was enough to survive for a few weeks.
I never imagined that my life would change in a few months. So, the first day of lockdown began.
Day 1
It was the first day after lockdown. I consider myself an early riser. I woke up at 6 AM and usually went for a jog. But remember! Lockdown! We live on the 24th floor. I had no other option but to do my early morning workout session inside our home.
All I did was pack a pair of dumbbells and a pull-up bar. I started my workout and ended it after 2 hours by 8 AM. On the other hand, My SIL goes to bed late and usually wakes up at 9 or 10 AM. So, I decided to have a quick bath and cook breakfast.
Eventually, she woke up at 9 AM and came out of her room. I asked her to freshen up and come to have breakfast. She was shocked that I had prepared our breakfast and asked me when I woke up and stuff. We had our breakfast, and I went to my room (the guest room) to start my work for that day.
Later, I volunteered to cook lunch, and she helped me cut veggies, and I prepared lunch. I had visited my brother and SIL quite a few times. But it was weird with just the both of us confined in a concrete jungle, for God only knows how long. A few days passed, and things weren’t getting any better.
Day 5
It was already Friday. My usual routine on the weekend would be to buy booze and drink till I sleep off. Then continue this the next day. My SIL knows that I drink. It was around 8 PM, and I was too bored. I asked my SIL if she would mind if I had a few drinks.
She said, “No issues, da, think of this as your place.” I took a bottle of vodka. I haven’t told you my SIL’s name till now, right? It is Sreenidhii. My brother and people close to her used to call her Sree. I call her di.
So, she sat with me, and we were browsing through OTT content as to what to watch. We started talking about random stuff. I was into my third round. She said she wanted to try drinking, but my brother never allowed her. During her college days, she tasted beer and didn’t like it because it was bitter.
I told her that she could try and I won’t tell my brother. Since it was her first time, I made her a screwdriver (Orange Tropicana juice + vodka). So, we both started sipping on our drinks and talking random stuff. After a drink, since it was her first time, she felt a bit tipsy and started to open up a little.
Our chat moved from strict BIL/SIL to friends’ kind of chat. We chatted till midnight, and I had no idea how the time flew. I never thought she was this fun. And I also thought that this drinking idea was a one-time deal. But life again proved that it had planned something else for the both of us.
End of almost a month in lockdown, and it’s just another Friday:
There were no updates as to when the lockdown would be lifted. We were binge-watching and having our weekend fun with some booze. She asked me if she was becoming fat, which surprised me. I had never measured her. I mean, not even with my eyes.
I said I don’t know. She stood up in front of me like a model with her hands on her hips. She asked me if she was looking fat. My eyes started to scan her. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and a track. Her t-shirt hugged her shape, and her track pant was a bit loose.
For the first time, I felt something different when seeing her. I knew it was wrong, and I took my eyes away from her. She was a bit drunk and asked me again if she had become fat. I said, “Yeah, you have put a little bit of weight but not too much.”
She held her tummy in her hands. She didn’t have a big tummy but a small amount of fat enough to hold with her fingers. She said that I was lying and she had put on a lot of weight. She also said it’s my Biryani that is making her fat. I laughed at her comments.
She sat down, and after a few minutes, she said, “Probably I should start working out with you.” I thought she was saying all this because she is drunk and didn’t take it seriously. Then we were chatting about other random stuff. We both had a good time, or at least I did.
Next Monday
To my surprise, on Monday morning, when I woke up at 6 AM, she was there waiting for me in a t-shirt and a legging. I was shocked to see her up so early. Maybe she wasn’t that drunk the other day when she said he wanted to work out.
I have never been a trainer for anyone before. She is asking me to train her and make her lose some kilos or reduce the fat in some places. We started with some warm-ups, and then I started doing my pushups. She stood there watching me for some time.
Now it’s her turn. She tried to do a pushup and fell to the floor miserably. I started laughing and told her that it had happened to everyone the first time. My trainer used a towel to support me when I started. She said, “Okay, let’s do it,” and threw her towel in my face.
That’s the first time I smelled her or at least her towel. I don’t know what girls do with their dresses or towels. It just smells so good. If you don’t believe me, try to smell a guy’s towel. It’s probably not going to stink, but it’s not going to smell anything good, that’s for sure.
Her towel smelled so nice. She called my name, broke me from my trance, and asked if we would do it or stand there staring. I asked her to stand in a pushup position put the towel around her mid-section. I held it in my hand and asked her to try now.
When she went down, I asked her to push up with all her strength, and I will help her the rest of the way. She was so happy that she completed one pushup, and we did a few more reps. Later we moved to my pull-up bar. I did some 30 pull-ups, and she was standing there and watching me all that time.
Now it’s her turn, and I was so sure she won’t be able to do one full pull-up since it’s her first time. Like I had predicted, she failed. She was looking at me to come up with an idea to help her. I asked her to hang in the pull-up bar and bend her knees a little and cross her legs too.
She was shit scared that she would fall. I assured her I wouldn’t let that happen. I stood in front of her, and then it hit me. I have to hold her hips to support her. I didn’t think of this or plan any of this till now. Maybe it’s totally fine to touch someone when you help them work out in the western world.
But the way I was raised, it’s all taboo. You don’t touch your SIL, let alone hold her hips. I stood there doing nothing with all these thoughts in my head. She asked me if we were going to stand there all day. I tried to act professionally as a trainer, holding her by her hips.
The whole world slowed down around me. This is the first time I am touching a girl. The first part that I touched was her hips. Her t-shirt had risen above a bit since she was hanging, and her hips were exposed a little. My pinky finger was in contact with her bare skin.
I am sure she would have felt my warm hands in her hips but didn’t mind or do anything about it. She was so soft to the touch. Her smell, along with her sweat, was intoxicating. I instructed her to and that I would support her in the whole process.
She must be around 55kgs or so, around 5ft. When she pulled up, her breasts crossed my eye level. As she rose higher, now her stomach was at my eye level. She had worn her legging a bit higher, I guess. It covered her belly button completely. I could see a small portion of her stomach.
I was getting horny. She said one more and tried to pull up. I had to move closer to her and hold her to support her weight. I could sniff her more now, and she smelled so damn good. With all these workouts, she was sweating. Her t-shirt was hugging her.
I could see the outline of her bra, where it started and where it ended on her rib section. Her nipples were partially hard, poking a little bit. I started to get a boner and wondered if she felt the same way that I did. I told her that was enough for day one and left for my room.
I had a shower, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. This incident changed the way I looked at her. I started to stroke my dick thinking of her sweaty t-shirt, her smell, her bra outline. The way her t-shirt was hugging her body drenched in sweat.
Her partially hard nipples were poking just a little bit. The feeling of my fingers touching her bare and soft skin, I can’t get it out of my mind. Within a few minutes, I came so hard, and then the guilt hit me. What am I even doing? She is my sister-in-law, which can spoil our whole relationship.
Tuesday
The next day she was there again at sharp 6 AM. She wore another t-shirt which was a bit loose today, and a legging. So many thoughts were there in my mind. Is she wearing it loose because she didn’t want me to touch her bare skin?
We did the same set of workouts that day. I had to help her with her pushups and pull-ups. I couldn’t handle the way she smelled. It was so nice and intoxicating. The loose t-shirt was clinging to her body, outlining her shape. I can see her bra today.
Since her t-shirt was loose and longer, I couldn’t see her skin during pull-ups. I was disappointed. But once drenched in sweat, her bra outline was visible, and I could exactly pinpoint where her nipples were. My mind was playing cat and mouse with me.
Thoughts, a lot of thoughts started to rush into my head. I wanted to suck her nipples over her dress. The feeling was arousing. But I was also shit scared of what she will think of me or what would happen to our relationship if she found out all this or told my brother.
Once we were done with our workout, I went to the shower and masturbated, thinking about her. I came so hard. I knew if we were going to do this workout every day, I would end up masturbating in my shower every day. I was wondering if she felt even half of what I was feeling.
Of course, she won’t. Why would she? She is married to someone else. It was a different feeling for me. I loved being around her, and I wanted it never to stop. I wanted the lockdown to be extended forever. I knew all this was wrong, but the guilt was reducing day by day, and my feeling for her was taking over.
Thursday
So, it was Thursday, and it was my cardio day. She was all set for doing pushups. But I told her no pushups today. We are going to do something different. With her puppy eyes staring at me, she was eagerly waiting for me to show her what was next.
“We will stand facing each other so that you can copy and follow what I am doing.” I also showed her a sample of all the workouts we will do in this 45-minute session. I also told her not to worry if she could not complete each workout.
The goal is to do whatever she can for how many reps she is comfortable with. Then I hit the timer on. She was trying hard to keep up. The third exercise was jumping jacks. I could see her breasts bouncing inside her t-shirt. The bra she was wearing didn’t do a good job holding those beauties in place.
She had big boobs guess she didn’t have a sports bra. Why would she even have a sports bra? She has never done any workout in her entire life or gone to the gym ever. I was distracted, and my eyes were glued to her bouncing breasts.
She stopped doing her workout, saying she couldn’t keep up and fell to the floor. I smiled at her, assured her that it was okay, and continued doing my workout. She sat there trying to catch her breath and watched me throughout.
I wondered if she stopped cause she couldn’t keep up or if she caught me staring at her bouncing breasts?
Friday
So, it’s Friday again, and it’s drinking day. We both settled in front of the TV with drinks in our hands. We started to chat and binge-watching our favorite series. After an hour, she told me her legs were aching from the workout. I assured her that it was normal and would reduce in another couple of days.
But a massage or a hot shower would help. I was eagerly waiting for her to choose massage so that I could feel her up without getting caught. Instead, she said, “No, da, I am too lazy and a bit drunk to take a bath now.” I couldn’t wait and said I didn’t mind giving her a massage.
Her eyes were glued to the tv, and she just said OKAY. I was surprised that she agreed. The hard part in any relationship is knowing what the other person is thinking. I didn’t know what she was thinking. She had no clue how I think about her or that I masturbate thinking about her these days.
We were sitting on the floor near our living room. I caught her leg and dragged her closer. She laughed and asked if I was showing off my strength by pulling her. I kept her right leg resting on my lap. Her left leg was folded, and she was sitting closer to me, sipping her drink.
I touched her feet. This is the first time I am touching a girl’s feet. She had kept her nails painted with green nail polish, and it looked good on her. I massaged her feet and told her to stop me if the pressure was too much or hurt. I wanted to kiss her feet.
My mind was already playing a movie in my head where I was kissing her feet. While I was massaging her feet, I told her bras are designed for workouts, and we would get it once the lockdown is lifted. I have no idea why I said that as if she doesn’t know that sports bras existed.
I cursed myself for saying it. ‘Mmmm,’ was all she could mutter. Now she knows I was staring at her breasts a day back while doing her jumping jacks. Why would I even make that comment!? Maybe I was a bit drunk, or maybe she is drunk too and wouldn’t mind or take it easy.
Massaging her feet, I slowly moved up. She was wearing track pants. I moved my hands to her calf muscle over her dress. I started to knead them softly and then increased the pressure slowly. Her eyes were glued to the TV, and she was sipping her drink.
I asked her where else does it hurt? I wanted her to point at her thighs so that I could touch her more. She did the same, raised her hand and pointed at her thighs. I kept both my hands at her knees. I slowly started at her bottom thigh and worked my way up till her mid-thigh.
I didn’t have the guts to move beyond that. I moved my hands back to her knees again. This time I applied a bit more pressure. She held my hands and said, “Aah.” I told her to try and tolerate this pain to help relax her stiffness.
She didn’t remove her hand from my hands but then nodded. My hands are average size. But I can cover the whole length of her thighs in three full presses with my hand. I slowly pressed her lower thigh, increased the pressure, and then released the pressure slowly.
Each time I did that, She would arch her back and sound with her eyes closed. It was so sexy to watch her like that. I am not a sadist or anything. But the way she moved it was so sexy to watch. I moved my hand up a bit and held her mid-thigh section.
I applied the same pressure slowly. Her grip on my hand increased, indicating that it was hurting. I have seen a lot of porn. The way she arched her body looked like how girls arch when a guy slowly inserts his penis inside her. I was comparing this pain to that pleasure.
I moved my hands a bit higher to hold her upper thigh. I am sure that my hand brushed her vulva. I have no idea how to describe that feeling, the one you get when you touch a girl for the first time. The way the heart races, the touch, the feel everything about it feels so so so good.
I slowly glanced at her to check her reaction. She was still arching her back and had her eyes closed. I pressed her thighs with the same pressure and released them slowly. I told her, “It’s over. You can relax now.” She tried to move her legs and see how she felt.
She moved her right leg much more easily now. She removed her right leg from my lap and placed her left leg. I did the same with her left leg. My mind was telling me to try and touch her more this time. I decided to push my luck. I pushed my index finger slightly higher when I reached her upper thigh.
I saw a small jerk from her body. Between my hand and her vulva, all that was a thin track pant and probably a panty. Before she could react, I pressed her thighs again. She arched back, closing her eyes. My fingers were pressing against her vaginal lips. I held it there for a few seconds and released it slowly.
I was slowly taking advantage of her. But I didn’t want to force myself or hurt her. Before she could open her eyes, I took my hands off her body. I asked if she was feeling better. She nodded. There were no hints in her face of anger or anything else that would get me into trouble.
I told myself that I was safe for now. We were getting comfortable with each other. At the end of the massage, I didn’t want to push any further. I told her I was feeling sleepy and headed to my room to jack off. I was so hard after brushing my hands on her privates.
Imagination is the root cause of all problems. In my case, I didn’t know if this would become a problem or a blessing. I won’t stop imagining things. All I can think of is having her all for myself. It was becoming so hard to hide all these emotions from my face when I was with her.
It was Saturday. I woke up late and felt like I had nothing to do that day. I couldn’t go out because of the lockdown. I decided to start my booze session early. It was around noon. When she woke up and came to the living room, I held a glass in my hand and watched TV.
She was surprised to see me drinking so early. She said, “Someone is having a good time already,” and laughed. She said her legs were feeling better after yesterday’s session and thanked me. I saw her in the same pink t-shirt that she wore most days. I asked her if this was her favorite dress.
She giggled and said, “No. I have other dresses. But I am not sure if I can wear them around since it will be awkward.” I asked her again what she was saying. She said it’s mostly shorts or skirts, which are shorter, and tops were either crop/tank tops.
“I used to wear all those when your brother was around. You are my… brother-in-law. I am not sure what you would think of me.”
I didn’t know how to reply. There was an awkward silence. She got a call from my brother. She left for her room to talk with her husband. Wait, Why did she pause before saying ‘brother-in-law?’
Lol. She just said she was not comfortable around me. All I can think is the pause before saying, ‘brother-in-law.’ I smiled to myself and got back to what I was doing, drinking.
The rest of the day was fruitless. She was busy with some of her stuff. I was glued to the TV, sipping my booze to stay intoxicated. By evening she came to me and asked if she could join. I poured her a drink, and we both sat in our usual spot, ready to chit chat.
I was already drunk at this point. I said something that started to change our relationship. At least, I think this laid the foundation for our relationship. I think this is the incident that made us comfortable around each other.
“Sree!” Yes, I called her by her short name to be precise. She turned towards me in shock. There was shock written all over her face. I usually call her thangachi (sister in my native language). But I tried to act casually.
She responded with a “tell me da.” I asked her can we at least be friends. She started laughing and said we were already friends. The booze gave me the boost I needed to get over the fear or nervousness between us. And since she was laughing, I was sure that she was not mad at me for calling her Sree.
“If we are already friends, why do you feel uncomfortable around me? I want you to be yourself around me. I want us to be the best of friends. Also, starting now, I will call you Sree and you are going to call me mama.”
She extended her hands towards me and pointed her pinky finger at me. I had no clue what this meant. She started laughing. She caught my hand, pulled out my pinky and wrapped it around her pinky and said, “Pinky-promise.” Yep, that was the first time I made a pinky promise.
Days started to pass, and there were no signs of lockdown relaxation. She got comfortable around me and started to wear shorts. Her crop tops, tank tops and skirts and I was feasting on her with my eyes. The first time I saw her in shorts was during our workout session.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her smooth legs. I wouldn’t call it slender, but then, it looked stunning with the right amount of fat in her thighs. We were also doing all household chores either together or switched between each other on alternate days.
The days I enjoy the most are laundry days. I would get both our baskets of clothes to put into the washer and dry it after. Sometimes when I take her basket of clothes, and she is busy, that would be my window of opportunity. I would search for her panties or sweat-soaked t-shirts and leggings.
Her bra had a unique smell, something I had never smelt before. Sometimes I would even find stains on her panties. I wonder if that is what my brother’s doing, or she gets excited by being around me sometimes. Or is it was something that made her wet, or did she masturbate!
I wanted to steal one of her dirty panties and stroke my penis till I cum with it. But then I was afraid of getting caught. She could walk in on me any time. Once I even pulled out my penis and wrapped her panty on it to have a feel of it. It felt amazing.
I was lost in the moment and stroked my penis a few times but had to put it back before getting caught quickly. I was devising a plan to get close to her or touch her. None of the ideas were good enough to do without getting caught. The only way I had was to continue our massage sessions and see where that takes us.
I waited for an opportunity where she would wear shorts or a skirt one day. Then that day, try to offer her a massage to see if she allows me to do it. The way I imagined in my head, that would be a treat. We continued our weekdays with regular morning workout sessions.
Next Friday, we were halfway through our drinking session. I asked her how are your legs were. She said it hurts a little. She was wearing shorts that day. It ended somewhere around her mid-thigh, in fact, a little above her mid-thigh. I was not used to seeing girls wearing dresses like this.
I have seen it in movies, but living in that moment was different. I thought it was time to step up play my friend card. “Sree, before we go to bed, I will give you a proper massage. You will feel better tomorrow.” Yes, I did it. I played my ‘friend’ card. She was so cool with it. She said okay.
I was on cloud nine. I have been waiting for this for a long time now. She got a call from her parents and started to talk with them. I thought this might be the right moment and pulled her by her legs like I did the other day. She kept one finger on her lips to say, ‘Shh.’
Since she was on a call with her parents, I started to knead her feet like I started the other day. Imagine this, a beautiful girl wearing shorts exposing her legs till her mid-thigh and her legs are in my lap. I can touch her, and I won’t get caught, or she won’t think bad about me.
This is the closest I have been to any girl till now. I kept my face glued to her legs, admiring and was massaging her legs. I wanted to see if she would stop me at any point in time. Touching her bare skin was so arousing. If I hadn’t worn innerwear, my boxers would have done a poor job concealing my tent.
She was done talking with her parents. I wanted to push my luck. I told her if she could lie down face down. I also wanted to massage her back and then her quads. I expected her to say, ‘No need da this is enough,’ and end it. But to my surprise, she said OKAY.
She lay facing the floor on our couch. That’s the first time I saw her ass this close. We have had workout sessions together. But she was facing me most of the time, or at least some distance between me and her ass. But this, so close to my face, plumb.
I wanted to touch her ass. But if I do it now, I will get a tight slap from her. So, I started to massage her from her feet. I started to move my hands from her quads to almost near her ass. I knew that If I moved my hands between her legs, closer to her ass, I was going to feel her vulva.
I did the same. My fingers brushed her, I am sure that I touched her outer vaginal lips, and she should have felt it. She didn’t react. I was so happy she didn’t react. She has been away from her husband for months now. The last time she had sex should be before my brother left.
Is she longing for a guy’s touch? I wanted to push my luck further. I asked her if I could sit on top of her to massage her back easily. “Mmm,” was all she could mutter. I climbed on top of her. I sat with my legs on both sides without applying my body weight to her.
But she could feel my body on top of her. I rested just near her quads to have space to rest my super hard penis without touching her. All I wanted to do now was remove my boxers pull my cock out. Then insert it between her legs, close to her vagina over her shorts and dry fuck her till I cum.
I touched her mid-back, somewhere around the spine and massaged her. Once near her lower spine, I used my two thumbs to massage her spine. I started to move to the top of her spine. Once I crossed her mid-back, I had to lean my body forward for a better reach.
The tip of my hard penis started to touch her ass. She should have felt it, that’s for sure. Who wouldn’t notice a hard pole sticking onto their soft ass cheeks? But she didn’t do anything about it. I kept it there for some time, poking her ass cheeks, but I didn’t stop what I was doing.
I know I have crossed another line now. I ended the massage and told her to start paying me for massages like this. She smiled at me got up from the couch. She caught my head with both hands and kissed me on my cheeks. She said, “Here is your payment.”
She took her mobile and disappeared into her room as nothing had happened. My world froze. She kissed me. It was just a peck on my cheeks, but a kiss is a kiss, and this is my first kiss. I was so happy. Once I ensured that her door was locked, I sneaked into the laundry room.
I took one of her panties and came inside my room, and masturbated with this. Her smell from the panty, her kiss just minutes before, poking her ass with my penis, brushing my fingers on her vaginal lips. All these images came to my head. Trust me, that was the best orgasm I had had in ages. Soon I ejaculated.
Her panty was covered in my cum. The next day I again sneaked into the laundry room and buried her soiled panty with the other clothes before getting caught. This was easily one of the best days of my life.
It was a few weeks later on a Thursday. The next day was some local holiday, so we had kind of had a long weekend. Nothing noteworthy happened during this period. But we had a regular workout, drinking, cooking and massage sessions. I never pushed my luck other than rubbing my fingers on her pussy.
On Thursday night, we finished our work early. We planned to watch a movie with a tub of homemade popcorn. She has become comfortable around me. When this lockdown started, we sat with at least 5 feet gap between us. But now we are friends. We sat close to each other. I can smell her that close.
It was raining outside like cats and dogs, and then the power went off. We were just 10 or 15 minutes into the movie, and then this happened. POWER CUT, yes, welcome to Indian households. So, we both were stuck with each other, with no power. That is when I realized how much technology is spoiling us.
If every couple turned off the power in their home for a day in a week and talked to each other, the divorce rate would reduce. She went to the kitchen, lit a candle, and returned to me. I don’t want to get into the details of how beautiful she looked with a candle walking towards me. But it was nostalgic.
There is something romantic about candles and power cuts and two people. We were thinking of how to kill our time. I suggested that we play ‘Truth or Dare.’ She was super excited. To make things spicier, I said, “Let’s get drunk and play truth or dare.” She was game, and I ran to my room to get booze.
She wanted to go first, and I chose truth. I expected that she would ask this. Do you have a girlfriend? My answer was quite simple: a big NO. I was one of those guys who would put a status every Valentine’s day like “Forever single.” She asked if it is now or if you never had a girlfriend.
I said, “Sree, you get one chance each round to either truth/dare me, and you have exhausted yours. Now it was my turn.” I asked her truth/dare, and she chose truth. “Did you have any boyfriends before your marriage?”
I guess she probably didn’t expect this question. I can see that she thought about what to say. “Sree, aren’t we friends? And friends shouldn’t lie, and you shouldn’t lie in a truth/dare game. If you don’t want to answer, then you should probably make a dare.”
She said, “Yes, I had a boyfriend.” Now I wanted to know her story, but then remember! Only one question at a time. Now it’s her turn. I was waiting for a follow-up question from her. But she said she was not feeling well and wanted to sleep, got up and left.
I was confused. I asked her if I said something wrong or my fault!? She didn’t say anything and left for her room. I cursed myself for spoiling her mood. But I had no idea what I did to hurt her or why she left.
To all the girls out there, why do you do this? Get up and leave, leaving the guy confused or clueless about what had happened? I would love to hear your take or views on this point.
The next morning she didn’t come for our workout session as well. Her door was locked. I was worried and wanted to check on her. But I wanted to give her some space. So I decided not to disturb her and prepare breakfast. She would have heard the sound of me turning on the mixie, and she came out of her room.
She asked me if I needed any help. I could see her face was still a bit sad. She used to wear eyeliner regularly after her bath. That had washed away, showing that she had cried. I said, “No. If you are not feeling well take a rest. I will cook and call you.”
I felt so bad I called her thangachi (sister in my native language) instead of Sree. She left without saying anything. She came out for breakfast and again for lunch, but we didn’t talk much. By evening I was sitting in our living room on our couch, and she came and sat near me.
I initiated a conversation. “Sorry if I had said something that hurt you.” She started to cry. I had no idea why she was crying. This was the first time I saw her cry or seen any girl cry in front of me. I moved near her and sat with our shoulders touching, putting one hand around her to console her.
She rested her head on my shoulder. There was just silence for almost another hour. I caught her hands and caressed them. The way she rested on my shoulder, her boobs were almost crashing into my arms. But I didn’t get hard, or I didn’t feel anything else.
All I cared about was her. I wanted her to stop crying. I guess lust and love have a fine line between them. After an hour, I told her that we could sleep on the couch itself tonight. I would be with her, and I didn’t want her to feel lonely or cry again like this.
I tapped on my lap with my hands, indicating her to lie down on my lap. She stretched her legs to the other side and rested her head on my lap. I took my mobile, surfed some random videos, and ran my fingers through her hair. She slept within minutes.
She had drifted to sleep lying on my lap. I was admiring her beauty. The way she had tucked her hair behind her ears, the way she was breathing. It was all so beautiful to look at. If you are madly in love with someone, even a small thing like seeing them sleep makes you so happy.
I don’t know when I drifted to sleep, but when I woke up, it was 5 AM. I found her sleeping comfortably in my lap. Her head was still in my lap. She had kept both her hands between her thighs. It was so hot seeing her like this. Then there was my morning wood, poking towards her face, so close to her mouth.
She had her lips open a little to allow her to breathe comfortably. If she even moves a little towards me, my penis will brush or poke her lips. I was thinking to myself, wouldn’t it be great if I could put my penis in her mouth and have her blow me?
I wanted my morning wood to settle down before she opened her eyes. To make things worse, her t-shirt had ridden up a little, and her hips were visible. Now I know there is no stopping my penis from attaining its full glory. I moved a little to adjust my position, enough to wake her up.
She woke up with my penis sticking right towards her face. When it’s right in front of your face and inches away from your mouth, it’s hard to miss, right? Would I have enjoyed this sight or been disgusted about it if I were a girl? I had no idea! I couldn’t figure out what was in her head.
She got up and adjusted her dress, and asked if she had slept for a long time. I laughed and said, “It’s the next morning, madam,” and started laughing. She started to hit me playfully and kissed me on my cheeks and said, “Shut up now,” and headed to her room.
I had my eyes glued to her ass swaying away from me. Once she reached her door, she turned back. She must have caught me staring at her ass for sure. She thanked me for taking care of her and disappeared into her room.
So remember! This was a long weekend for us. It was already Saturday, and we were cooking together. I asked her if I was the reason that she cried? She said NO, and added let’s not talk about this now. I could see that she was getting better, but she was still not ready to talk to me about it.
I didn’t want to upset her, so I didn’t push further. It was already evening, and I didn’t see her much for the rest of the day. She had locked herself in her room. I didn’t want this to go on like this forever. I should talk to her and knock on her door.
“Sree. Please let me in.” She opened her door and went back to her bed. This was the first time I was in her bedroom. Her room, being the master bedroom, was bigger than the one I was using. She had taken good care of her room, unlike mine.
Her room itself smelled so good. It smelt of her. I looked around and didn’t know where to sit. I went to her bed and sat on the other side. She was lying facing the other side. I just sat there thinking how to start or what to ask and how to ask.
Out of nowhere, she just said, “His name was Karthik. I met him during my first year in college.” She was ready to tell her story, and I hoped that this might be why she was upset. I took a pillow and made myself comfortable near her.
She continued. “Initially, we were classmates and then friends. During a college trip, he proposed to me. I didn’t know what to say or how to respond at that time. But eventually, I agreed to explore our relationship with him and accepted his proposal.”
“During our third year, all our friends used to gather at my home for night studies. One of those days, my parents were out of the station, and we both had sex. We had sex a few times, and he dumped me during our final year. I was broken, felt cheated, cried a lot, and eventually got over it after a few years.”
“I told myself he didn’t deserve me. I told myself to never cry again for this or think of him or what he did to me. But then, after all these years, you asked me, and it all came back to me, and I cried.” There was silence in the room – nothing else.
She had told me that she had sex with someone before marriage. I don’t think any girl will share an incident like this with another guy after her marriage. Let alone her brother-in-law. We are proper friends now. She trusts me. I decided not to break her heart, no matter what.
I then said, “Sree, he was stupid enough to miss you in his life. He doesn’t deserve you at all.” I put my hands around her and hugged her from behind. Since she was facing the other side, I kissed the back of her head, letting her know I was there for her. I care about her a lot.
Time flew by, and we were still in that position. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I was wearing a boxer and a t-shirt. My hands were near her tummy. We had been lying close for some time now, and my body was reacting to it. I started to breathe heavily. She could feel each of my breaths in her neck.
I could feel her intensity of breath was matching mine. I kissed her just below her neck, the back of her neck, once, twice and then again. My penis was so hard that it was poking just below her ass cheeks. There is no way she didn’t feel it, but she had decided not to do anything about it.
And then, her phone rang! It was her husband, my brother. That was enough to break us from our trance. I left her room to give her some privacy. What else can I do? We were getting closer, that’s for sure. I knew something was going to happen sooner or later between us.
I was worried that it might affect our relationship and our family. She came out after an hour and was back to her charming self. She came and sat near me and said, “Thank you da, you were very supportive to me these two days. Your future wife will be very lucky to have you.”
I wanted to tell her that I didn’t want a future wife. I want her, and I want her now, and I want her forever. But guess what, I didn’t say anything. We were closer than before after that moment when she shared her past with me. But nothing interesting happened for a few weeks.
And then, one day, out of nowhere, something happened. It was destined to happen and should have happened long back. It took its own sweet time, but it happened. She walked in on me when I was masturbating. Yes! She walked in on me. I was in my room and was horny that day.
I had my boxers down till my knees and was stroking my penis. All I can remember was the door opened. She walked in and saw me, with my penis in my hand. Our eyes met, and there was some shock in her eyes. I think I noticed this hunger in her eyes when she saw my penis.
I don’t know what came to her mind. She apologized and went to her room with a series of sorries. I was so embarrassed. I concealed myself in my room for the next few hours. I didn’t know what to do or how to face her now. After some time, there was a knock on my door, and she asked if I was decent.
I wanted to kill myself then in embarrassment. I said yes! She walked in and sat near me. Her face looked like she wanted to start laughing or make fun of me. I told her, “If you laughed, I’m going to kill you.” After all that was a stupid thing to say, she burst out laughing. Finally, she stopped laughing.
She said, “It’s okay, mama, it’s normal,” and that she didn’t see much of anything. How is that even possible? She stared at my penis for a few seconds. I saw her eyes glued to my penis. I knew it was a lie. Then out of nowhere, she asked me who I was thinking about when doing it?
I was thinking about her, but how can I tell her that? I told her I was not going to answer her questions for free. “If I tell you, I get to ask you one question in return.” She said okay. I gathered some courage and told her it was you who I was thinking about when I was masturbating.
She hit me in my arm and said, “Wait! What?” I just told her I was thinking about her when I stroked my penis. Now it’s my turn to ask her. I asked her, “Do you touch yourself?” She looked me in the eyes like she was going to murder me. After a sweet long pause, she said yes.
I can see shyness on her face. I had a thousand follow-up questions. But she said enough of your questions I won’t answer anything else. Next time lock your door when you are being bad. Then she gets up from my bed. She left with a naughty smile on her face.
She had left something on the kitchen stove and left to check on it quickly. When she came back, she knocked on the door and asked if she could come in. Usually, we don’t knock on each other’s doors nowadays. She did this to make fun of me intentionally.
I told her this was too much, and she started to laugh again. I told her that she had had sex with two guys and had enjoyed it a lot in her life. I have not done anything at all and all I can do is masturbate. So stop making fun of me with a serious face.
She got mad at me and pushed me to my bed, and started to hit me. She was asking me to take back what I had just said. I said that I wouldn’t take it back. She pinned me down and was sitting on top of me now, pinning both my hands to the bed.
She looked me in the eye and said, “I know you masturbate with my panties.” I was taken aback by that. How did she find out? I was so careful with that stuff. She said that she found me sneaking in the laundry room one night and then sneaking back after an hour again.
So she went to our laundry room to check what I was doing there. She started to laugh again. Now she was mocking me, and I was embarrassed that I got caught. I said sorry. I had turned my face to the side in embarrassment to show her that I had lost and to let me go.
She then did the unexpected. She let go of my hands and fell on me. She was sitting on my stomach, pinning me to my bed. She was kneeling on the bed with her legs on both my sides and pinning my hands to the sides of my head. Now she let go of my hands and fell on me.
Her head hit my chest. She hugged me tightly. Her boobs were crushed between us. I was taken by surprise and didn’t expect this to happen. She then said, “Don’t be ashamed of anything, idiot. You can have my panties if you want to. You are the closest friend I had in my life, and I don’t want to lose you.”
I hugged her back. My sister-in-law is lying on top of me, saying that I can use her panties to masturbate. That was the best thing that had happened to me in years. She then said, “Let’s have a line and not cross it,” cause she didn’t want to cheat my brother. I said okay but didn’t let her go or remove my hold on her.
We both then broke our hug and went together to have dinner. I knew we were getting closer and closer. I didn’t want to spoil the pace at which it was happening and let her go. I was bold enough to take her panties and masturbate with them from that incident.
She didn’t catch me again after that incident. But I guess she knew what I was doing and wanted to give me some space. Did you guys notice something? I told her that she had sex with two guys during our fight, and she was not mad at me. I mean, she was not mad at me on a serious note.
Only the thickest of friends can make comments like this to each other without hurting. Cause the other would know that it was said only to stir them funnily, and there is no harm in it. She was that comfortable with me, and so was I.
Nothing noteworthy happened for the next few weeks.
But we both continued to sleep together, and occasional hugs and kisses(on cheeks) were also part of the happenings. Our daily morning workouts and weekend drinking sessions had also become part of our life in lockdown. And yes, I did use her panties and bra now and then to satisfy my hunger.
But I didn’t get a chance to do it in front of her or ask her for her fresh panties.
It was just another Friday night right after our booze session. I went to the laundry room to masturbate, but her laundry bin was empty. We had just washed it all the day before, and today’s pair must be somewhere in her room.
I wanted to masturbate so badly, so I decided to ask her this time and went to her room. She was on the phone and signaled me to sit near her till she completed her phone call. I was so horny and wanted to push her to the bed, removed her shorts.
I took her panties away from her right away to quell my hunger. But then I decided to do what she had asked me to do and sat there. Finally, she ended her call and asked me what had happened da? I told her bluntly that her laundry bin was empty. I thought she would laugh or make fun of me.
But to my surprise, she said, “I will give you my panties, but I want to see you do it.” Now that was unexpected. I have never done it in front of anyone before that. I agreed. My penis was already at its peak hardness and poking, creating a tent in my briefs. There was a slight smile on her face.
I was waiting for her to give me her panties. She did something that I never expected would happen. She removed her bra without removing her t-shirt and threw it at me. If you guys haven’t seen a girl remove her bra without removing her t-shirt in front of you, then I suggest you experience it.
It’s way hotter than just seeing her remove it all at once and be naked in front of you. The teasing made my penis twitch. Now she was there in her t-shirt without her bra. She then removed her shorts and kept them near me. I was already sniffing her bra, and that was making my penis leak pre cum.
My briefs had developed a wet patch on it by now. She was in her panties now with a t-shirt and no bra. Her nipples were poking against the thin fabric of her tee. I was scanning the beauty right in front of me from top to bottom. It was an experience that cannot be described in mere words.
I wanted to touch her smooth and naked thighs that were right in front of me. I pulled my penis out of my boxers. It had become so wet, and there was pre cum leaking at the tip glittering in the dim yellow light we had in that room. Her eyes moved towards my exposed penis.
I could see the hunger in her eyes. I guess my eyes would have shown the same hunger from her point of view. I extended my hand to feel her thighs and touched her. She let me touch her for a few minutes. She didn’t push me away. I have an average-sized penis with a pinkish head and brownish shaft.
Her eyes were glued to my penis. I knew this was not her first penis, but something was there, grabbing her attention. I was so glad that I had this effect on her. About her thighs, which I had been caressing for quite some time now, soft is not the right word.
It was so smooth and soft, making any guy kiss and suck it. Yeah! I wanted to suck every square inch of her thigh. Breaking both our trances, she caught my hand and removed it from her thigh. She said, “Now that you have touched me, you have lost your chance to see,” and covered herself with her bedsheet.
I was cursing myself. Had I controlled myself for another few minutes, I might have had a chance to see her naked. I pleaded with her to let me see her, but it would be her if stubbornness had another form. She said strict NO. She removed her panties from inside her bedsheet and gave them to me.
I knew she was naked inside her bedsheet. She had covered up to her stomach. I could also see her nipples that are hard poking her tee. All this was making me so fucking horny. Now I had both her bra and panties with me. She was looking at me with eagerness in her eyes.
I took her bra and smelled it. It smelled of her. She was watching me closely. I sucked it exactly where her nipples would have been to show her I wanted to suck her nipples. I used my lips and tongue to suck her dirty bra.
The last time I did this, I held back a little cause that was my first time. I was a bit shy. This time I didn’t pull back any punches. I was fully into it. There was no shame or guilt at that particular moment. She was looking at me, and our eyes met.
There was something that was happening between us. I was not sure if it was love or lust. But nothing mattered to me at that moment. Then I took her panties, she had worn them for a day now, and it had her smell all over it. I took it to my nose and smelled it without taking away my eye contact from her.
It had this musky smell in a good way. I liked it. It made my penis even harder. I would even sell my soul to the devil to have this each day, every day. She was still looking at me, her pupils were dilated, and I could see that she was breathing heavily. I knew she was aroused, the same way that I am horny now.
I sucked her panty, where her dirty pussy would have been just a few moments ago. She now knows that I wanted to open her legs up and eat her. I licked and sucked her panties with a passion for showing her how much I wanted her. I wanted to show her what I would do to her if she let me.
I then wrapped her panty on my penis and started to stroke. Her nipples were at their peak hardness by now, poking her t-shirt. If only she would allow me to suck her nipples! I wanted to push her in bed and suck her nipples over her tee. I was stroking my cock at a much faster pace now.
I asked her to touch herself. I told her, “Sree, Don’t say anything, don’t think about anything else, touch your body. I want to see you touch yourself. I want to see you do it now.”
She did the unexpected. She kept her fingers at the top of her slender neck and brushed it down along her tee, over her boobs touching her nipples on the way till her tummy. She was teasing me. That was evident. Then when she came to her boobs, she circled her fingers over her nipples to tease me.
Her nipples were poking her thin fabric as if it would tear her t-shirt soon. She does know how to tease a guy, that’s for sure. Her other hand was inside the bedsheet making circular motions. It was hot to see her do that. I was leaking, and she must be leaking like a tap inside her bedsheet.
I started to stroke my penis harder, wondering how wet she would be inside that bedsheet. I told her I wanted to touch her. She replied, “Shut up, mama.” I again told her I wanted to eat you. Shut up was all she said again. I pulled her leg out of her bedsheet and kept it on my lap.
I made her fingers brush my cock while I was stroking it. That feeling was surreal, her feet against my slippery wet cock. I think it aroused her even more. I saw her close her eyes and arch her back with one hand holding the edge of her bed. I knew she was at her edge.
I knew she would reach her orgasm soon. She was pressing her boobs with her other hand, and then there was a loud moan. She fell to the bed, her body shivering. I can feel her feet shivering in contact with my penis. That moment was enough for me to cum. The release was so exciting.
I started to cum. The first shot landed on her feet. I tried to cover my penis with her panties to stop it from spoiling the bedsheet. And then I fell to the bed exhausted.
She hugged me. I can feel her still shivering from the last orgasm that she just had. She was inside her bedsheet, covered till her hips, but my penis was out naked, and she hugged me. Her t-shirt had risen a little, and my limp penis was touching her navel.
She knew I was dirty cause I had just cum, but she didn’t mind. I hugged her tightly, intending never to let her go.
A brief intro about my family. Dad, Mom, Me and my younger brother. Dad is a businessman and used to travel a lot. Mom is a homemaker. My brother works in an IT firm. I am a business man. We are from the southern part of India.
My brother moved to Bangalore a few years back for his job. Eventually, when another branch of my business was supposed to open up , I got an option to move to Bangalore. Since my brother was already there, I was happy to move. My parents were in our hometown.
For almost 3 years, my brother and I stayed together. We didn’t have any restrictions or anyone to control us. We used to roam at night, attend parties, go on long drives, and have a lot of fun. He even used to bring his girlfriend home during weekends. I kept it a secret from my parents.
He was good with girls. On the other hand, I never had a girlfriend till now. I have seen them kissing and cuddling. Probably he would have had sex with her. At least they didn’t do it when I was around. After a year or so, his girlfriend’s parents wanted to get her married.
But they didn’t like my brother and the other reason was also that i was not married at that time which also for some reason made them to not like our family. She left him as she didn’t want to marry him against their wishes. My brother was heartbroken. A couple of years passed, eventually, my parents forced me to marry but as my business was just growing i did not want to marry, but they found a match for my brother, and he got married.
But then he didn’t love his wife like he did his girlfriend. Or at least that is what it felt like to me. I have never seen them romance as he did with his ex-gf in front of me. Or maybe that’s how married people are, confined to boundaries, who knows!
My SIL is a sweet, caring, homely and understanding person. She works as an HR. She is a bit short, shorter than me, at least I am 5.8, and has a wonderful smile.
Once they got married, I moved out and found a small flat. I used to visit them on alternate weekends. Staying alone, I channeled my inner chef. To did cook some amazing dishes. I mastered cooking mutton biryani. When I visit my brother and SIL, I cook and impress them with my culinary skills.
Within a few months of their marriage, my brother got an onsite opportunity, leaving for the USA. He would settle down in a few months, and my SIL will also travel. For a few months, my SIL had to stay alone. I used to visit her on weekends.
When you plan something, life will plan something else for you. It was 2020 March, and there were rumors about an emergency lockdown. No one took it seriously initially since we have never seen anything like this before.
My brother is in the USA. My parents are in our hometown, some 800 km away. My SIL and I were stuck in Bangalore in two different places. Within a few days, the government declared nationwide lockdown. We didn’t know how long this lockdown was going to last.
After discussing with my parents and my SIL, my brother insisted that both (me and my SIL) stay at his home until this is all over. I was okay with this because I could take care of my SIL, and we shared a good relationship
So, we had a day to prepare and buy all the essential items. I left from office early that day. I picked up my SIL. We went grocery shopping and bought what we thought was enough to survive for a few weeks.
I never imagined that my life would change in a few months. So, the first day of lockdown began.
Day 1
It was the first day after lockdown. I consider myself an early riser. I woke up at 6 AM and usually went for a jog. But remember! Lockdown! We live on the 24th floor. I had no other option but to do my early morning workout session inside our home.
All I did was pack a pair of dumbbells and a pull-up bar. I started my workout and ended it after 2 hours by 8 AM. On the other hand, My SIL goes to bed late and usually wakes up at 9 or 10 AM. So, I decided to have a quick bath and cook breakfast.
Eventually, she woke up at 9 AM and came out of her room. I asked her to freshen up and come to have breakfast. She was shocked that I had prepared our breakfast and asked me when I woke up and stuff. We had our breakfast, and I went to my room (the guest room) to start my work for that day.
Later, I volunteered to cook lunch, and she helped me cut veggies, and I prepared lunch. I had visited my brother and SIL quite a few times. But it was weird with just the both of us confined in a concrete jungle, for God only knows how long. A few days passed, and things weren’t getting any better.
Day 5
It was already Friday. My usual routine on the weekend would be to buy booze and drink till I sleep off. Then continue this the next day. My SIL knows that I drink. It was around 8 PM, and I was too bored. I asked my SIL if she would mind if I had a few drinks.
She said, “No issues, da, think of this as your place.” I took a bottle of vodka. I haven’t told you my SIL’s name till now, right? It is Sreenidhii. My brother and people close to her used to call her Sree. I call her di.
So, she sat with me, and we were browsing through OTT content as to what to watch. We started talking about random stuff. I was into my third round. She said she wanted to try drinking, but my brother never allowed her. During her college days, she tasted beer and didn’t like it because it was bitter.
I told her that she could try and I won’t tell my brother. Since it was her first time, I made her a screwdriver (Orange Tropicana juice + vodka). So, we both started sipping on our drinks and talking random stuff. After a drink, since it was her first time, she felt a bit tipsy and started to open up a little.
Our chat moved from strict BIL/SIL to friends’ kind of chat. We chatted till midnight, and I had no idea how the time flew. I never thought she was this fun. And I also thought that this drinking idea was a one-time deal. But life again proved that it had planned something else for the both of us.
End of almost a month in lockdown, and it’s just another Friday:
There were no updates as to when the lockdown would be lifted. We were binge-watching and having our weekend fun with some booze. She asked me if she was becoming fat, which surprised me. I had never measured her. I mean, not even with my eyes.
I said I don’t know. She stood up in front of me like a model with her hands on her hips. She asked me if she was looking fat. My eyes started to scan her. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and a track. Her t-shirt hugged her shape, and her track pant was a bit loose.
For the first time, I felt something different when seeing her. I knew it was wrong, and I took my eyes away from her. She was a bit drunk and asked me again if she had become fat. I said, “Yeah, you have put a little bit of weight but not too much.”
She held her tummy in her hands. She didn’t have a big tummy but a small amount of fat enough to hold with her fingers. She said that I was lying and she had put on a lot of weight. She also said it’s my Biryani that is making her fat. I laughed at her comments.
She sat down, and after a few minutes, she said, “Probably I should start working out with you.” I thought she was saying all this because she is drunk and didn’t take it seriously. Then we were chatting about other random stuff. We both had a good time, or at least I did.
Next Monday
To my surprise, on Monday morning, when I woke up at 6 AM, she was there waiting for me in a t-shirt and a legging. I was shocked to see her up so early. Maybe she wasn’t that drunk the other day when she said he wanted to work out.
I have never been a trainer for anyone before. She is asking me to train her and make her lose some kilos or reduce the fat in some places. We started with some warm-ups, and then I started doing my pushups. She stood there watching me for some time.
Now it’s her turn. She tried to do a pushup and fell to the floor miserably. I started laughing and told her that it had happened to everyone the first time. My trainer used a towel to support me when I started. She said, “Okay, let’s do it,” and threw her towel in my face.
That’s the first time I smelled her or at least her towel. I don’t know what girls do with their dresses or towels. It just smells so good. If you don’t believe me, try to smell a guy’s towel. It’s probably not going to stink, but it’s not going to smell anything good, that’s for sure.
Her towel smelled so nice. She called my name, broke me from my trance, and asked if we would do it or stand there staring. I asked her to stand in a pushup position put the towel around her mid-section. I held it in my hand and asked her to try now.
When she went down, I asked her to push up with all her strength, and I will help her the rest of the way. She was so happy that she completed one pushup, and we did a few more reps. Later we moved to my pull-up bar. I did some 30 pull-ups, and she was standing there and watching me all that time.
Now it’s her turn, and I was so sure she won’t be able to do one full pull-up since it’s her first time. Like I had predicted, she failed. She was looking at me to come up with an idea to help her. I asked her to hang in the pull-up bar and bend her knees a little and cross her legs too.
She was shit scared that she would fall. I assured her I wouldn’t let that happen. I stood in front of her, and then it hit me. I have to hold her hips to support her. I didn’t think of this or plan any of this till now. Maybe it’s totally fine to touch someone when you help them work out in the western world.
But the way I was raised, it’s all taboo. You don’t touch your SIL, let alone hold her hips. I stood there doing nothing with all these thoughts in my head. She asked me if we were going to stand there all day. I tried to act professionally as a trainer, holding her by her hips.
The whole world slowed down around me. This is the first time I am touching a girl. The first part that I touched was her hips. Her t-shirt had risen above a bit since she was hanging, and her hips were exposed a little. My pinky finger was in contact with her bare skin.
I am sure she would have felt my warm hands in her hips but didn’t mind or do anything about it. She was so soft to the touch. Her smell, along with her sweat, was intoxicating. I instructed her to and that I would support her in the whole process.
She must be around 55kgs or so, around 5ft. When she pulled up, her breasts crossed my eye level. As she rose higher, now her stomach was at my eye level. She had worn her legging a bit higher, I guess. It covered her belly button completely. I could see a small portion of her stomach.
I was getting horny. She said one more and tried to pull up. I had to move closer to her and hold her to support her weight. I could sniff her more now, and she smelled so damn good. With all these workouts, she was sweating. Her t-shirt was hugging her.
I could see the outline of her bra, where it started and where it ended on her rib section. Her nipples were partially hard, poking a little bit. I started to get a boner and wondered if she felt the same way that I did. I told her that was enough for day one and left for my room.
I had a shower, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. This incident changed the way I looked at her. I started to stroke my dick thinking of her sweaty t-shirt, her smell, her bra outline. The way her t-shirt was hugging her body drenched in sweat.
Her partially hard nipples were poking just a little bit. The feeling of my fingers touching her bare and soft skin, I can’t get it out of my mind. Within a few minutes, I came so hard, and then the guilt hit me. What am I even doing? She is my sister-in-law, which can spoil our whole relationship.
Tuesday
The next day she was there again at sharp 6 AM. She wore another t-shirt which was a bit loose today, and a legging. So many thoughts were there in my mind. Is she wearing it loose because she didn’t want me to touch her bare skin?
We did the same set of workouts that day. I had to help her with her pushups and pull-ups. I couldn’t handle the way she smelled. It was so nice and intoxicating. The loose t-shirt was clinging to her body, outlining her shape. I can see her bra today.
Since her t-shirt was loose and longer, I couldn’t see her skin during pull-ups. I was disappointed. But once drenched in sweat, her bra outline was visible, and I could exactly pinpoint where her nipples were. My mind was playing cat and mouse with me.
Thoughts, a lot of thoughts started to rush into my head. I wanted to suck her nipples over her dress. The feeling was arousing. But I was also shit scared of what she will think of me or what would happen to our relationship if she found out all this or told my brother.
Once we were done with our workout, I went to the shower and masturbated, thinking about her. I came so hard. I knew if we were going to do this workout every day, I would end up masturbating in my shower every day. I was wondering if she felt even half of what I was feeling.
Of course, she won’t. Why would she? She is married to someone else. It was a different feeling for me. I loved being around her, and I wanted it never to stop. I wanted the lockdown to be extended forever. I knew all this was wrong, but the guilt was reducing day by day, and my feeling for her was taking over.
Thursday
So, it was Thursday, and it was my cardio day. She was all set for doing pushups. But I told her no pushups today. We are going to do something different. With her puppy eyes staring at me, she was eagerly waiting for me to show her what was next.
“We will stand facing each other so that you can copy and follow what I am doing.” I also showed her a sample of all the workouts we will do in this 45-minute session. I also told her not to worry if she could not complete each workout.
The goal is to do whatever she can for how many reps she is comfortable with. Then I hit the timer on. She was trying hard to keep up. The third exercise was jumping jacks. I could see her breasts bouncing inside her t-shirt. The bra she was wearing didn’t do a good job holding those beauties in place.
She had big boobs guess she didn’t have a sports bra. Why would she even have a sports bra? She has never done any workout in her entire life or gone to the gym ever. I was distracted, and my eyes were glued to her bouncing breasts.
She stopped doing her workout, saying she couldn’t keep up and fell to the floor. I smiled at her, assured her that it was okay, and continued doing my workout. She sat there trying to catch her breath and watched me throughout.
I wondered if she stopped cause she couldn’t keep up or if she caught me staring at her bouncing breasts?
Friday
So, it’s Friday again, and it’s drinking day. We both settled in front of the TV with drinks in our hands. We started to chat and binge-watching our favorite series. After an hour, she told me her legs were aching from the workout. I assured her that it was normal and would reduce in another couple of days.
But a massage or a hot shower would help. I was eagerly waiting for her to choose massage so that I could feel her up without getting caught. Instead, she said, “No, da, I am too lazy and a bit drunk to take a bath now.” I couldn’t wait and said I didn’t mind giving her a massage.
Her eyes were glued to the tv, and she just said OKAY. I was surprised that she agreed. The hard part in any relationship is knowing what the other person is thinking. I didn’t know what she was thinking. She had no clue how I think about her or that I masturbate thinking about her these days.
We were sitting on the floor near our living room. I caught her leg and dragged her closer. She laughed and asked if I was showing off my strength by pulling her. I kept her right leg resting on my lap. Her left leg was folded, and she was sitting closer to me, sipping her drink.
I touched her feet. This is the first time I am touching a girl’s feet. She had kept her nails painted with green nail polish, and it looked good on her. I massaged her feet and told her to stop me if the pressure was too much or hurt. I wanted to kiss her feet.
My mind was already playing a movie in my head where I was kissing her feet. While I was massaging her feet, I told her bras are designed for workouts, and we would get it once the lockdown is lifted. I have no idea why I said that as if she doesn’t know that sports bras existed.
I cursed myself for saying it. ‘Mmmm,’ was all she could mutter. Now she knows I was staring at her breasts a day back while doing her jumping jacks. Why would I even make that comment!? Maybe I was a bit drunk, or maybe she is drunk too and wouldn’t mind or take it easy.
Massaging her feet, I slowly moved up. She was wearing track pants. I moved my hands to her calf muscle over her dress. I started to knead them softly and then increased the pressure slowly. Her eyes were glued to the TV, and she was sipping her drink.
I asked her where else does it hurt? I wanted her to point at her thighs so that I could touch her more. She did the same, raised her hand and pointed at her thighs. I kept both my hands at her knees. I slowly started at her bottom thigh and worked my way up till her mid-thigh.
I didn’t have the guts to move beyond that. I moved my hands back to her knees again. This time I applied a bit more pressure. She held my hands and said, “Aah.” I told her to try and tolerate this pain to help relax her stiffness.
She didn’t remove her hand from my hands but then nodded. My hands are average size. But I can cover the whole length of her thighs in three full presses with my hand. I slowly pressed her lower thigh, increased the pressure, and then released the pressure slowly.
Each time I did that, She would arch her back and sound with her eyes closed. It was so sexy to watch her like that. I am not a sadist or anything. But the way she moved it was so sexy to watch. I moved my hand up a bit and held her mid-thigh section.
I applied the same pressure slowly. Her grip on my hand increased, indicating that it was hurting. I have seen a lot of porn. The way she arched her body looked like how girls arch when a guy slowly inserts his penis inside her. I was comparing this pain to that pleasure.
I moved my hands a bit higher to hold her upper thigh. I am sure that my hand brushed her vulva. I have no idea how to describe that feeling, the one you get when you touch a girl for the first time. The way the heart races, the touch, the feel everything about it feels so so so good.
I slowly glanced at her to check her reaction. She was still arching her back and had her eyes closed. I pressed her thighs with the same pressure and released them slowly. I told her, “It’s over. You can relax now.” She tried to move her legs and see how she felt.
She moved her right leg much more easily now. She removed her right leg from my lap and placed her left leg. I did the same with her left leg. My mind was telling me to try and touch her more this time. I decided to push my luck. I pushed my index finger slightly higher when I reached her upper thigh.
I saw a small jerk from her body. Between my hand and her vulva, all that was a thin track pant and probably a panty. Before she could react, I pressed her thighs again. She arched back, closing her eyes. My fingers were pressing against her vaginal lips. I held it there for a few seconds and released it slowly.
I was slowly taking advantage of her. But I didn’t want to force myself or hurt her. Before she could open her eyes, I took my hands off her body. I asked if she was feeling better. She nodded. There were no hints in her face of anger or anything else that would get me into trouble.
I told myself that I was safe for now. We were getting comfortable with each other. At the end of the massage, I didn’t want to push any further. I told her I was feeling sleepy and headed to my room to jack off. I was so hard after brushing my hands on her privates.
Imagination is the root cause of all problems. In my case, I didn’t know if this would become a problem or a blessing. I won’t stop imagining things. All I can think of is having her all for myself. It was becoming so hard to hide all these emotions from my face when I was with her.
It was Saturday. I woke up late and felt like I had nothing to do that day. I couldn’t go out because of the lockdown. I decided to start my booze session early. It was around noon. When she woke up and came to the living room, I held a glass in my hand and watched TV.
She was surprised to see me drinking so early. She said, “Someone is having a good time already,” and laughed. She said her legs were feeling better after yesterday’s session and thanked me. I saw her in the same pink t-shirt that she wore most days. I asked her if this was her favorite dress.
She giggled and said, “No. I have other dresses. But I am not sure if I can wear them around since it will be awkward.” I asked her again what she was saying. She said it’s mostly shorts or skirts, which are shorter, and tops were either crop/tank tops.
“I used to wear all those when your brother was around. You are my… brother-in-law. I am not sure what you would think of me.”
I didn’t know how to reply. There was an awkward silence. She got a call from my brother. She left for her room to talk with her husband. Wait, Why did she pause before saying ‘brother-in-law?’
Lol. She just said she was not comfortable around me. All I can think is the pause before saying, ‘brother-in-law.’ I smiled to myself and got back to what I was doing, drinking.
The rest of the day was fruitless. She was busy with some of her stuff. I was glued to the TV, sipping my booze to stay intoxicated. By evening she came to me and asked if she could join. I poured her a drink, and we both sat in our usual spot, ready to chit chat.
I was already drunk at this point. I said something that started to change our relationship. At least, I think this laid the foundation for our relationship. I think this is the incident that made us comfortable around each other.
“Sree!” Yes, I called her by her short name to be precise. She turned towards me in shock. There was shock written all over her face. I usually call her thangachi (sister in my native language). But I tried to act casually.
She responded with a “tell me da.” I asked her can we at least be friends. She started laughing and said we were already friends. The booze gave me the boost I needed to get over the fear or nervousness between us. And since she was laughing, I was sure that she was not mad at me for calling her Sree.
“If we are already friends, why do you feel uncomfortable around me? I want you to be yourself around me. I want us to be the best of friends. Also, starting now, I will call you Sree and you are going to call me mama.”
She extended her hands towards me and pointed her pinky finger at me. I had no clue what this meant. She started laughing. She caught my hand, pulled out my pinky and wrapped it around her pinky and said, “Pinky-promise.” Yep, that was the first time I made a pinky promise.
Days started to pass, and there were no signs of lockdown relaxation. She got comfortable around me and started to wear shorts. Her crop tops, tank tops and skirts and I was feasting on her with my eyes. The first time I saw her in shorts was during our workout session.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her smooth legs. I wouldn’t call it slender, but then, it looked stunning with the right amount of fat in her thighs. We were also doing all household chores either together or switched between each other on alternate days.
The days I enjoy the most are laundry days. I would get both our baskets of clothes to put into the washer and dry it after. Sometimes when I take her basket of clothes, and she is busy, that would be my window of opportunity. I would search for her panties or sweat-soaked t-shirts and leggings.
Her bra had a unique smell, something I had never smelt before. Sometimes I would even find stains on her panties. I wonder if that is what my brother’s doing, or she gets excited by being around me sometimes. Or is it was something that made her wet, or did she masturbate!
I wanted to steal one of her dirty panties and stroke my penis till I cum with it. But then I was afraid of getting caught. She could walk in on me any time. Once I even pulled out my penis and wrapped her panty on it to have a feel of it. It felt amazing.
I was lost in the moment and stroked my penis a few times but had to put it back before getting caught quickly. I was devising a plan to get close to her or touch her. None of the ideas were good enough to do without getting caught. The only way I had was to continue our massage sessions and see where that takes us.
I waited for an opportunity where she would wear shorts or a skirt one day. Then that day, try to offer her a massage to see if she allows me to do it. The way I imagined in my head, that would be a treat. We continued our weekdays with regular morning workout sessions.
Next Friday, we were halfway through our drinking session. I asked her how are your legs were. She said it hurts a little. She was wearing shorts that day. It ended somewhere around her mid-thigh, in fact, a little above her mid-thigh. I was not used to seeing girls wearing dresses like this.
I have seen it in movies, but living in that moment was different. I thought it was time to step up play my friend card. “Sree, before we go to bed, I will give you a proper massage. You will feel better tomorrow.” Yes, I did it. I played my ‘friend’ card. She was so cool with it. She said okay.
I was on cloud nine. I have been waiting for this for a long time now. She got a call from her parents and started to talk with them. I thought this might be the right moment and pulled her by her legs like I did the other day. She kept one finger on her lips to say, ‘Shh.’
Since she was on a call with her parents, I started to knead her feet like I started the other day. Imagine this, a beautiful girl wearing shorts exposing her legs till her mid-thigh and her legs are in my lap. I can touch her, and I won’t get caught, or she won’t think bad about me.
This is the closest I have been to any girl till now. I kept my face glued to her legs, admiring and was massaging her legs. I wanted to see if she would stop me at any point in time. Touching her bare skin was so arousing. If I hadn’t worn innerwear, my boxers would have done a poor job concealing my tent.
She was done talking with her parents. I wanted to push my luck. I told her if she could lie down face down. I also wanted to massage her back and then her quads. I expected her to say, ‘No need da this is enough,’ and end it. But to my surprise, she said OKAY.
She lay facing the floor on our couch. That’s the first time I saw her ass this close. We have had workout sessions together. But she was facing me most of the time, or at least some distance between me and her ass. But this, so close to my face, plumb.
I wanted to touch her ass. But if I do it now, I will get a tight slap from her. So, I started to massage her from her feet. I started to move my hands from her quads to almost near her ass. I knew that If I moved my hands between her legs, closer to her ass, I was going to feel her vulva.
I did the same. My fingers brushed her, I am sure that I touched her outer vaginal lips, and she should have felt it. She didn’t react. I was so happy she didn’t react. She has been away from her husband for months now. The last time she had sex should be before my brother left.
Is she longing for a guy’s touch? I wanted to push my luck further. I asked her if I could sit on top of her to massage her back easily. “Mmm,” was all she could mutter. I climbed on top of her. I sat with my legs on both sides without applying my body weight to her.
But she could feel my body on top of her. I rested just near her quads to have space to rest my super hard penis without touching her. All I wanted to do now was remove my boxers pull my cock out. Then insert it between her legs, close to her vagina over her shorts and dry fuck her till I cum.
I touched her mid-back, somewhere around the spine and massaged her. Once near her lower spine, I used my two thumbs to massage her spine. I started to move to the top of her spine. Once I crossed her mid-back, I had to lean my body forward for a better reach.
The tip of my hard penis started to touch her ass. She should have felt it, that’s for sure. Who wouldn’t notice a hard pole sticking onto their soft ass cheeks? But she didn’t do anything about it. I kept it there for some time, poking her ass cheeks, but I didn’t stop what I was doing.
I know I have crossed another line now. I ended the massage and told her to start paying me for massages like this. She smiled at me got up from the couch. She caught my head with both hands and kissed me on my cheeks. She said, “Here is your payment.”
She took her mobile and disappeared into her room as nothing had happened. My world froze. She kissed me. It was just a peck on my cheeks, but a kiss is a kiss, and this is my first kiss. I was so happy. Once I ensured that her door was locked, I sneaked into the laundry room.
I took one of her panties and came inside my room, and masturbated with this. Her smell from the panty, her kiss just minutes before, poking her ass with my penis, brushing my fingers on her vaginal lips. All these images came to my head. Trust me, that was the best orgasm I had had in ages. Soon I ejaculated.
Her panty was covered in my cum. The next day I again sneaked into the laundry room and buried her soiled panty with the other clothes before getting caught. This was easily one of the best days of my life.
It was a few weeks later on a Thursday. The next day was some local holiday, so we had kind of had a long weekend. Nothing noteworthy happened during this period. But we had a regular workout, drinking, cooking and massage sessions. I never pushed my luck other than rubbing my fingers on her pussy.
On Thursday night, we finished our work early. We planned to watch a movie with a tub of homemade popcorn. She has become comfortable around me. When this lockdown started, we sat with at least 5 feet gap between us. But now we are friends. We sat close to each other. I can smell her that close.
It was raining outside like cats and dogs, and then the power went off. We were just 10 or 15 minutes into the movie, and then this happened. POWER CUT, yes, welcome to Indian households. So, we both were stuck with each other, with no power. That is when I realized how much technology is spoiling us.
If every couple turned off the power in their home for a day in a week and talked to each other, the divorce rate would reduce. She went to the kitchen, lit a candle, and returned to me. I don’t want to get into the details of how beautiful she looked with a candle walking towards me. But it was nostalgic.
There is something romantic about candles and power cuts and two people. We were thinking of how to kill our time. I suggested that we play ‘Truth or Dare.’ She was super excited. To make things spicier, I said, “Let’s get drunk and play truth or dare.” She was game, and I ran to my room to get booze.
She wanted to go first, and I chose truth. I expected that she would ask this. Do you have a girlfriend? My answer was quite simple: a big NO. I was one of those guys who would put a status every Valentine’s day like “Forever single.” She asked if it is now or if you never had a girlfriend.
I said, “Sree, you get one chance each round to either truth/dare me, and you have exhausted yours. Now it was my turn.” I asked her truth/dare, and she chose truth. “Did you have any boyfriends before your marriage?”
I guess she probably didn’t expect this question. I can see that she thought about what to say. “Sree, aren’t we friends? And friends shouldn’t lie, and you shouldn’t lie in a truth/dare game. If you don’t want to answer, then you should probably make a dare.”
She said, “Yes, I had a boyfriend.” Now I wanted to know her story, but then remember! Only one question at a time. Now it’s her turn. I was waiting for a follow-up question from her. But she said she was not feeling well and wanted to sleep, got up and left.
I was confused. I asked her if I said something wrong or my fault!? She didn’t say anything and left for her room. I cursed myself for spoiling her mood. But I had no idea what I did to hurt her or why she left.
To all the girls out there, why do you do this? Get up and leave, leaving the guy confused or clueless about what had happened? I would love to hear your take or views on this point.
The next morning she didn’t come for our workout session as well. Her door was locked. I was worried and wanted to check on her. But I wanted to give her some space. So I decided not to disturb her and prepare breakfast. She would have heard the sound of me turning on the mixie, and she came out of her room.
She asked me if I needed any help. I could see her face was still a bit sad. She used to wear eyeliner regularly after her bath. That had washed away, showing that she had cried. I said, “No. If you are not feeling well take a rest. I will cook and call you.”
I felt so bad I called her thangachi (sister in my native language) instead of Sree. She left without saying anything. She came out for breakfast and again for lunch, but we didn’t talk much. By evening I was sitting in our living room on our couch, and she came and sat near me.
I initiated a conversation. “Sorry if I had said something that hurt you.” She started to cry. I had no idea why she was crying. This was the first time I saw her cry or seen any girl cry in front of me. I moved near her and sat with our shoulders touching, putting one hand around her to console her.
She rested her head on my shoulder. There was just silence for almost another hour. I caught her hands and caressed them. The way she rested on my shoulder, her boobs were almost crashing into my arms. But I didn’t get hard, or I didn’t feel anything else.
All I cared about was her. I wanted her to stop crying. I guess lust and love have a fine line between them. After an hour, I told her that we could sleep on the couch itself tonight. I would be with her, and I didn’t want her to feel lonely or cry again like this.
I tapped on my lap with my hands, indicating her to lie down on my lap. She stretched her legs to the other side and rested her head on my lap. I took my mobile, surfed some random videos, and ran my fingers through her hair. She slept within minutes.
She had drifted to sleep lying on my lap. I was admiring her beauty. The way she had tucked her hair behind her ears, the way she was breathing. It was all so beautiful to look at. If you are madly in love with someone, even a small thing like seeing them sleep makes you so happy.
I don’t know when I drifted to sleep, but when I woke up, it was 5 AM. I found her sleeping comfortably in my lap. Her head was still in my lap. She had kept both her hands between her thighs. It was so hot seeing her like this. Then there was my morning wood, poking towards her face, so close to her mouth.
She had her lips open a little to allow her to breathe comfortably. If she even moves a little towards me, my penis will brush or poke her lips. I was thinking to myself, wouldn’t it be great if I could put my penis in her mouth and have her blow me?
I wanted my morning wood to settle down before she opened her eyes. To make things worse, her t-shirt had ridden up a little, and her hips were visible. Now I know there is no stopping my penis from attaining its full glory. I moved a little to adjust my position, enough to wake her up.
She woke up with my penis sticking right towards her face. When it’s right in front of your face and inches away from your mouth, it’s hard to miss, right? Would I have enjoyed this sight or been disgusted about it if I were a girl? I had no idea! I couldn’t figure out what was in her head.
She got up and adjusted her dress, and asked if she had slept for a long time. I laughed and said, “It’s the next morning, madam,” and started laughing. She started to hit me playfully and kissed me on my cheeks and said, “Shut up now,” and headed to her room.
I had my eyes glued to her ass swaying away from me. Once she reached her door, she turned back. She must have caught me staring at her ass for sure. She thanked me for taking care of her and disappeared into her room.
So remember! This was a long weekend for us. It was already Saturday, and we were cooking together. I asked her if I was the reason that she cried? She said NO, and added let’s not talk about this now. I could see that she was getting better, but she was still not ready to talk to me about it.
I didn’t want to upset her, so I didn’t push further. It was already evening, and I didn’t see her much for the rest of the day. She had locked herself in her room. I didn’t want this to go on like this forever. I should talk to her and knock on her door.
“Sree. Please let me in.” She opened her door and went back to her bed. This was the first time I was in her bedroom. Her room, being the master bedroom, was bigger than the one I was using. She had taken good care of her room, unlike mine.
Her room itself smelled so good. It smelt of her. I looked around and didn’t know where to sit. I went to her bed and sat on the other side. She was lying facing the other side. I just sat there thinking how to start or what to ask and how to ask.
Out of nowhere, she just said, “His name was Karthik. I met him during my first year in college.” She was ready to tell her story, and I hoped that this might be why she was upset. I took a pillow and made myself comfortable near her.
She continued. “Initially, we were classmates and then friends. During a college trip, he proposed to me. I didn’t know what to say or how to respond at that time. But eventually, I agreed to explore our relationship with him and accepted his proposal.”
“During our third year, all our friends used to gather at my home for night studies. One of those days, my parents were out of the station, and we both had sex. We had sex a few times, and he dumped me during our final year. I was broken, felt cheated, cried a lot, and eventually got over it after a few years.”
“I told myself he didn’t deserve me. I told myself to never cry again for this or think of him or what he did to me. But then, after all these years, you asked me, and it all came back to me, and I cried.” There was silence in the room – nothing else.
She had told me that she had sex with someone before marriage. I don’t think any girl will share an incident like this with another guy after her marriage. Let alone her brother-in-law. We are proper friends now. She trusts me. I decided not to break her heart, no matter what.
I then said, “Sree, he was stupid enough to miss you in his life. He doesn’t deserve you at all.” I put my hands around her and hugged her from behind. Since she was facing the other side, I kissed the back of her head, letting her know I was there for her. I care about her a lot.
Time flew by, and we were still in that position. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I was wearing a boxer and a t-shirt. My hands were near her tummy. We had been lying close for some time now, and my body was reacting to it. I started to breathe heavily. She could feel each of my breaths in her neck.
I could feel her intensity of breath was matching mine. I kissed her just below her neck, the back of her neck, once, twice and then again. My penis was so hard that it was poking just below her ass cheeks. There is no way she didn’t feel it, but she had decided not to do anything about it.
And then, her phone rang! It was her husband, my brother. That was enough to break us from our trance. I left her room to give her some privacy. What else can I do? We were getting closer, that’s for sure. I knew something was going to happen sooner or later between us.
I was worried that it might affect our relationship and our family. She came out after an hour and was back to her charming self. She came and sat near me and said, “Thank you da, you were very supportive to me these two days. Your future wife will be very lucky to have you.”
I wanted to tell her that I didn’t want a future wife. I want her, and I want her now, and I want her forever. But guess what, I didn’t say anything. We were closer than before after that moment when she shared her past with me. But nothing interesting happened for a few weeks.
And then, one day, out of nowhere, something happened. It was destined to happen and should have happened long back. It took its own sweet time, but it happened. She walked in on me when I was masturbating. Yes! She walked in on me. I was in my room and was horny that day.
I had my boxers down till my knees and was stroking my penis. All I can remember was the door opened. She walked in and saw me, with my penis in my hand. Our eyes met, and there was some shock in her eyes. I think I noticed this hunger in her eyes when she saw my penis.
I don’t know what came to her mind. She apologized and went to her room with a series of sorries. I was so embarrassed. I concealed myself in my room for the next few hours. I didn’t know what to do or how to face her now. After some time, there was a knock on my door, and she asked if I was decent.
I wanted to kill myself then in embarrassment. I said yes! She walked in and sat near me. Her face looked like she wanted to start laughing or make fun of me. I told her, “If you laughed, I’m going to kill you.” After all that was a stupid thing to say, she burst out laughing. Finally, she stopped laughing.
She said, “It’s okay, mama, it’s normal,” and that she didn’t see much of anything. How is that even possible? She stared at my penis for a few seconds. I saw her eyes glued to my penis. I knew it was a lie. Then out of nowhere, she asked me who I was thinking about when doing it?
I was thinking about her, but how can I tell her that? I told her I was not going to answer her questions for free. “If I tell you, I get to ask you one question in return.” She said okay. I gathered some courage and told her it was you who I was thinking about when I was masturbating.
She hit me in my arm and said, “Wait! What?” I just told her I was thinking about her when I stroked my penis. Now it’s my turn to ask her. I asked her, “Do you touch yourself?” She looked me in the eyes like she was going to murder me. After a sweet long pause, she said yes.
I can see shyness on her face. I had a thousand follow-up questions. But she said enough of your questions I won’t answer anything else. Next time lock your door when you are being bad. Then she gets up from my bed. She left with a naughty smile on her face.
She had left something on the kitchen stove and left to check on it quickly. When she came back, she knocked on the door and asked if she could come in. Usually, we don’t knock on each other’s doors nowadays. She did this to make fun of me intentionally.
I told her this was too much, and she started to laugh again. I told her that she had had sex with two guys and had enjoyed it a lot in her life. I have not done anything at all and all I can do is masturbate. So stop making fun of me with a serious face.
She got mad at me and pushed me to my bed, and started to hit me. She was asking me to take back what I had just said. I said that I wouldn’t take it back. She pinned me down and was sitting on top of me now, pinning both my hands to the bed.
She looked me in the eye and said, “I know you masturbate with my panties.” I was taken aback by that. How did she find out? I was so careful with that stuff. She said that she found me sneaking in the laundry room one night and then sneaking back after an hour again.
So she went to our laundry room to check what I was doing there. She started to laugh again. Now she was mocking me, and I was embarrassed that I got caught. I said sorry. I had turned my face to the side in embarrassment to show her that I had lost and to let me go.
She then did the unexpected. She let go of my hands and fell on me. She was sitting on my stomach, pinning me to my bed. She was kneeling on the bed with her legs on both my sides and pinning my hands to the sides of my head. Now she let go of my hands and fell on me.
Her head hit my chest. She hugged me tightly. Her boobs were crushed between us. I was taken by surprise and didn’t expect this to happen. She then said, “Don’t be ashamed of anything, idiot. You can have my panties if you want to. You are the closest friend I had in my life, and I don’t want to lose you.”
I hugged her back. My sister-in-law is lying on top of me, saying that I can use her panties to masturbate. That was the best thing that had happened to me in years. She then said, “Let’s have a line and not cross it,” cause she didn’t want to cheat my brother. I said okay but didn’t let her go or remove my hold on her.
We both then broke our hug and went together to have dinner. I knew we were getting closer and closer. I didn’t want to spoil the pace at which it was happening and let her go. I was bold enough to take her panties and masturbate with them from that incident.
She didn’t catch me again after that incident. But I guess she knew what I was doing and wanted to give me some space. Did you guys notice something? I told her that she had sex with two guys during our fight, and she was not mad at me. I mean, she was not mad at me on a serious note.
Only the thickest of friends can make comments like this to each other without hurting. Cause the other would know that it was said only to stir them funnily, and there is no harm in it. She was that comfortable with me, and so was I.
Nothing noteworthy happened for the next few weeks.
But we both continued to sleep together, and occasional hugs and kisses(on cheeks) were also part of the happenings. Our daily morning workouts and weekend drinking sessions had also become part of our life in lockdown. And yes, I did use her panties and bra now and then to satisfy my hunger.
But I didn’t get a chance to do it in front of her or ask her for her fresh panties.
It was just another Friday night right after our booze session. I went to the laundry room to masturbate, but her laundry bin was empty. We had just washed it all the day before, and today’s pair must be somewhere in her room.
I wanted to masturbate so badly, so I decided to ask her this time and went to her room. She was on the phone and signaled me to sit near her till she completed her phone call. I was so horny and wanted to push her to the bed, removed her shorts.
I took her panties away from her right away to quell my hunger. But then I decided to do what she had asked me to do and sat there. Finally, she ended her call and asked me what had happened da? I told her bluntly that her laundry bin was empty. I thought she would laugh or make fun of me.
But to my surprise, she said, “I will give you my panties, but I want to see you do it.” Now that was unexpected. I have never done it in front of anyone before that. I agreed. My penis was already at its peak hardness and poking, creating a tent in my briefs. There was a slight smile on her face.
I was waiting for her to give me her panties. She did something that I never expected would happen. She removed her bra without removing her t-shirt and threw it at me. If you guys haven’t seen a girl remove her bra without removing her t-shirt in front of you, then I suggest you experience it.
It’s way hotter than just seeing her remove it all at once and be naked in front of you. The teasing made my penis twitch. Now she was there in her t-shirt without her bra. She then removed her shorts and kept them near me. I was already sniffing her bra, and that was making my penis leak pre cum.
My briefs had developed a wet patch on it by now. She was in her panties now with a t-shirt and no bra. Her nipples were poking against the thin fabric of her tee. I was scanning the beauty right in front of me from top to bottom. It was an experience that cannot be described in mere words.
I wanted to touch her smooth and naked thighs that were right in front of me. I pulled my penis out of my boxers. It had become so wet, and there was pre cum leaking at the tip glittering in the dim yellow light we had in that room. Her eyes moved towards my exposed penis.
I could see the hunger in her eyes. I guess my eyes would have shown the same hunger from her point of view. I extended my hand to feel her thighs and touched her. She let me touch her for a few minutes. She didn’t push me away. I have an average-sized penis with a pinkish head and brownish shaft.
Her eyes were glued to my penis. I knew this was not her first penis, but something was there, grabbing her attention. I was so glad that I had this effect on her. About her thighs, which I had been caressing for quite some time now, soft is not the right word.
It was so smooth and soft, making any guy kiss and suck it. Yeah! I wanted to suck every square inch of her thigh. Breaking both our trances, she caught my hand and removed it from her thigh. She said, “Now that you have touched me, you have lost your chance to see,” and covered herself with her bedsheet.
I was cursing myself. Had I controlled myself for another few minutes, I might have had a chance to see her naked. I pleaded with her to let me see her, but it would be her if stubbornness had another form. She said strict NO. She removed her panties from inside her bedsheet and gave them to me.
I knew she was naked inside her bedsheet. She had covered up to her stomach. I could also see her nipples that are hard poking her tee. All this was making me so fucking horny. Now I had both her bra and panties with me. She was looking at me with eagerness in her eyes.
I took her bra and smelled it. It smelled of her. She was watching me closely. I sucked it exactly where her nipples would have been to show her I wanted to suck her nipples. I used my lips and tongue to suck her dirty bra.
The last time I did this, I held back a little cause that was my first time. I was a bit shy. This time I didn’t pull back any punches. I was fully into it. There was no shame or guilt at that particular moment. She was looking at me, and our eyes met.
There was something that was happening between us. I was not sure if it was love or lust. But nothing mattered to me at that moment. Then I took her panties, she had worn them for a day now, and it had her smell all over it. I took it to my nose and smelled it without taking away my eye contact from her.
It had this musky smell in a good way. I liked it. It made my penis even harder. I would even sell my soul to the devil to have this each day, every day. She was still looking at me, her pupils were dilated, and I could see that she was breathing heavily. I knew she was aroused, the same way that I am horny now.
I sucked her panty, where her dirty pussy would have been just a few moments ago. She now knows that I wanted to open her legs up and eat her. I licked and sucked her panties with a passion for showing her how much I wanted her. I wanted to show her what I would do to her if she let me.
I then wrapped her panty on my penis and started to stroke. Her nipples were at their peak hardness by now, poking her t-shirt. If only she would allow me to suck her nipples! I wanted to push her in bed and suck her nipples over her tee. I was stroking my cock at a much faster pace now.
I asked her to touch herself. I told her, “Sree, Don’t say anything, don’t think about anything else, touch your body. I want to see you touch yourself. I want to see you do it now.”
She did the unexpected. She kept her fingers at the top of her slender neck and brushed it down along her tee, over her boobs touching her nipples on the way till her tummy. She was teasing me. That was evident. Then when she came to her boobs, she circled her fingers over her nipples to tease me.
Her nipples were poking her thin fabric as if it would tear her t-shirt soon. She does know how to tease a guy, that’s for sure. Her other hand was inside the bedsheet making circular motions. It was hot to see her do that. I was leaking, and she must be leaking like a tap inside her bedsheet.
I started to stroke my penis harder, wondering how wet she would be inside that bedsheet. I told her I wanted to touch her. She replied, “Shut up, mama.” I again told her I wanted to eat you. Shut up was all she said again. I pulled her leg out of her bedsheet and kept it on my lap.
I made her fingers brush my cock while I was stroking it. That feeling was surreal, her feet against my slippery wet cock. I think it aroused her even more. I saw her close her eyes and arch her back with one hand holding the edge of her bed. I knew she was at her edge.
I knew she would reach her orgasm soon. She was pressing her boobs with her other hand, and then there was a loud moan. She fell to the bed, her body shivering. I can feel her feet shivering in contact with my penis. That moment was enough for me to cum. The release was so exciting.
I started to cum. The first shot landed on her feet. I tried to cover my penis with her panties to stop it from spoiling the bedsheet. And then I fell to the bed exhausted.
She hugged me. I can feel her still shivering from the last orgasm that she just had. She was inside her bedsheet, covered till her hips, but my penis was out naked, and she hugged me. Her t-shirt had risen a little, and my limp penis was touching her navel.
She knew I was dirty cause I had just cum, but she didn’t mind. I hugged her tightly, intending never to let her go.
A brief intro about my family. Dad, Mom, Me and my younger brother. Dad is a businessman and used to travel a lot. Mom is a homemaker. My brother works in an IT firm. I am a business man. We are from the southern part of India.
My brother moved to Bangalore a few years back for his job. Eventually, when another branch of my business was supposed to open up , I got an option to move to Bangalore. Since my brother was already there, I was happy to move. My parents were in our hometown.
For almost 3 years, my brother and I stayed together. We didn’t have any restrictions or anyone to control us. We used to roam at night, attend parties, go on long drives, and have a lot of fun. He even used to bring his girlfriend home during weekends. I kept it a secret from my parents.
He was good with girls. On the other hand, I never had a girlfriend till now. I have seen them kissing and cuddling. Probably he would have had sex with her. At least they didn’t do it when I was around. After a year or so, his girlfriend’s parents wanted to get her married.
But they didn’t like my brother and the other reason was also that i was not married at that time which also for some reason made them to not like our family. She left him as she didn’t want to marry him against their wishes. My brother was heartbroken. A couple of years passed, eventually, my parents forced me to marry but as my business was just growing i did not want to marry, but they found a match for my brother, and he got married.
But then he didn’t love his wife like he did his girlfriend. Or at least that is what it felt like to me. I have never seen them romance as he did with his ex-gf in front of me. Or maybe that’s how married people are, confined to boundaries, who knows!
My SIL is a sweet, caring, homely and understanding person. She works as an HR. She is a bit short, shorter than me, at least I am 5.8, and has a wonderful smile.
Once they got married, I moved out and found a small flat. I used to visit them on alternate weekends. Staying alone, I channeled my inner chef. To did cook some amazing dishes. I mastered cooking mutton biryani. When I visit my brother and SIL, I cook and impress them with my culinary skills.
Within a few months of their marriage, my brother got an onsite opportunity, leaving for the USA. He would settle down in a few months, and my SIL will also travel. For a few months, my SIL had to stay alone. I used to visit her on weekends.
When you plan something, life will plan something else for you. It was 2020 March, and there were rumors about an emergency lockdown. No one took it seriously initially since we have never seen anything like this before.
My brother is in the USA. My parents are in our hometown, some 800 km away. My SIL and I were stuck in Bangalore in two different places. Within a few days, the government declared nationwide lockdown. We didn’t know how long this lockdown was going to last.
After discussing with my parents and my SIL, my brother insisted that both (me and my SIL) stay at his home until this is all over. I was okay with this because I could take care of my SIL, and we shared a good relationship
So, we had a day to prepare and buy all the essential items. I left from office early that day. I picked up my SIL. We went grocery shopping and bought what we thought was enough to survive for a few weeks.
I never imagined that my life would change in a few months. So, the first day of lockdown began.
Day 1
It was the first day after lockdown. I consider myself an early riser. I woke up at 6 AM and usually went for a jog. But remember! Lockdown! We live on the 24th floor. I had no other option but to do my early morning workout session inside our home.
All I did was pack a pair of dumbbells and a pull-up bar. I started my workout and ended it after 2 hours by 8 AM. On the other hand, My SIL goes to bed late and usually wakes up at 9 or 10 AM. So, I decided to have a quick bath and cook breakfast.
Eventually, she woke up at 9 AM and came out of her room. I asked her to freshen up and come to have breakfast. She was shocked that I had prepared our breakfast and asked me when I woke up and stuff. We had our breakfast, and I went to my room (the guest room) to start my work for that day.
Later, I volunteered to cook lunch, and she helped me cut veggies, and I prepared lunch. I had visited my brother and SIL quite a few times. But it was weird with just the both of us confined in a concrete jungle, for God only knows how long. A few days passed, and things weren’t getting any better.
Day 5
It was already Friday. My usual routine on the weekend would be to buy booze and drink till I sleep off. Then continue this the next day. My SIL knows that I drink. It was around 8 PM, and I was too bored. I asked my SIL if she would mind if I had a few drinks.
She said, “No issues, da, think of this as your place.” I took a bottle of vodka. I haven’t told you my SIL’s name till now, right? It is Sreenidhii. My brother and people close to her used to call her Sree. I call her di.
So, she sat with me, and we were browsing through OTT content as to what to watch. We started talking about random stuff. I was into my third round. She said she wanted to try drinking, but my brother never allowed her. During her college days, she tasted beer and didn’t like it because it was bitter.
I told her that she could try and I won’t tell my brother. Since it was her first time, I made her a screwdriver (Orange Tropicana juice + vodka). So, we both started sipping on our drinks and talking random stuff. After a drink, since it was her first time, she felt a bit tipsy and started to open up a little.
Our chat moved from strict BIL/SIL to friends’ kind of chat. We chatted till midnight, and I had no idea how the time flew. I never thought she was this fun. And I also thought that this drinking idea was a one-time deal. But life again proved that it had planned something else for the both of us.
End of almost a month in lockdown, and it’s just another Friday:
There were no updates as to when the lockdown would be lifted. We were binge-watching and having our weekend fun with some booze. She asked me if she was becoming fat, which surprised me. I had never measured her. I mean, not even with my eyes.
I said I don’t know. She stood up in front of me like a model with her hands on her hips. She asked me if she was looking fat. My eyes started to scan her. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and a track. Her t-shirt hugged her shape, and her track pant was a bit loose.
For the first time, I felt something different when seeing her. I knew it was wrong, and I took my eyes away from her. She was a bit drunk and asked me again if she had become fat. I said, “Yeah, you have put a little bit of weight but not too much.”
She held her tummy in her hands. She didn’t have a big tummy but a small amount of fat enough to hold with her fingers. She said that I was lying and she had put on a lot of weight. She also said it’s my Biryani that is making her fat. I laughed at her comments.
She sat down, and after a few minutes, she said, “Probably I should start working out with you.” I thought she was saying all this because she is drunk and didn’t take it seriously. Then we were chatting about other random stuff. We both had a good time, or at least I did.
Next Monday
To my surprise, on Monday morning, when I woke up at 6 AM, she was there waiting for me in a t-shirt and a legging. I was shocked to see her up so early. Maybe she wasn’t that drunk the other day when she said he wanted to work out.
I have never been a trainer for anyone before. She is asking me to train her and make her lose some kilos or reduce the fat in some places. We started with some warm-ups, and then I started doing my pushups. She stood there watching me for some time.
Now it’s her turn. She tried to do a pushup and fell to the floor miserably. I started laughing and told her that it had happened to everyone the first time. My trainer used a towel to support me when I started. She said, “Okay, let’s do it,” and threw her towel in my face.
That’s the first time I smelled her or at least her towel. I don’t know what girls do with their dresses or towels. It just smells so good. If you don’t believe me, try to smell a guy’s towel. It’s probably not going to stink, but it’s not going to smell anything good, that’s for sure.
Her towel smelled so nice. She called my name, broke me from my trance, and asked if we would do it or stand there staring. I asked her to stand in a pushup position put the towel around her mid-section. I held it in my hand and asked her to try now.
When she went down, I asked her to push up with all her strength, and I will help her the rest of the way. She was so happy that she completed one pushup, and we did a few more reps. Later we moved to my pull-up bar. I did some 30 pull-ups, and she was standing there and watching me all that time.
Now it’s her turn, and I was so sure she won’t be able to do one full pull-up since it’s her first time. Like I had predicted, she failed. She was looking at me to come up with an idea to help her. I asked her to hang in the pull-up bar and bend her knees a little and cross her legs too.
She was shit scared that she would fall. I assured her I wouldn’t let that happen. I stood in front of her, and then it hit me. I have to hold her hips to support her. I didn’t think of this or plan any of this till now. Maybe it’s totally fine to touch someone when you help them work out in the western world.
But the way I was raised, it’s all taboo. You don’t touch your SIL, let alone hold her hips. I stood there doing nothing with all these thoughts in my head. She asked me if we were going to stand there all day. I tried to act professionally as a trainer, holding her by her hips.
The whole world slowed down around me. This is the first time I am touching a girl. The first part that I touched was her hips. Her t-shirt had risen above a bit since she was hanging, and her hips were exposed a little. My pinky finger was in contact with her bare skin.
I am sure she would have felt my warm hands in her hips but didn’t mind or do anything about it. She was so soft to the touch. Her smell, along with her sweat, was intoxicating. I instructed her to and that I would support her in the whole process.
She must be around 55kgs or so, around 5ft. When she pulled up, her breasts crossed my eye level. As she rose higher, now her stomach was at my eye level. She had worn her legging a bit higher, I guess. It covered her belly button completely. I could see a small portion of her stomach.
I was getting horny. She said one more and tried to pull up. I had to move closer to her and hold her to support her weight. I could sniff her more now, and she smelled so damn good. With all these workouts, she was sweating. Her t-shirt was hugging her.
I could see the outline of her bra, where it started and where it ended on her rib section. Her nipples were partially hard, poking a little bit. I started to get a boner and wondered if she felt the same way that I did. I told her that was enough for day one and left for my room.
I had a shower, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. This incident changed the way I looked at her. I started to stroke my dick thinking of her sweaty t-shirt, her smell, her bra outline. The way her t-shirt was hugging her body drenched in sweat.
Her partially hard nipples were poking just a little bit. The feeling of my fingers touching her bare and soft skin, I can’t get it out of my mind. Within a few minutes, I came so hard, and then the guilt hit me. What am I even doing? She is my sister-in-law, which can spoil our whole relationship.
Tuesday
The next day she was there again at sharp 6 AM. She wore another t-shirt which was a bit loose today, and a legging. So many thoughts were there in my mind. Is she wearing it loose because she didn’t want me to touch her bare skin?
We did the same set of workouts that day. I had to help her with her pushups and pull-ups. I couldn’t handle the way she smelled. It was so nice and intoxicating. The loose t-shirt was clinging to her body, outlining her shape. I can see her bra today.
Since her t-shirt was loose and longer, I couldn’t see her skin during pull-ups. I was disappointed. But once drenched in sweat, her bra outline was visible, and I could exactly pinpoint where her nipples were. My mind was playing cat and mouse with me.
Thoughts, a lot of thoughts started to rush into my head. I wanted to suck her nipples over her dress. The feeling was arousing. But I was also shit scared of what she will think of me or what would happen to our relationship if she found out all this or told my brother.
Once we were done with our workout, I went to the shower and masturbated, thinking about her. I came so hard. I knew if we were going to do this workout every day, I would end up masturbating in my shower every day. I was wondering if she felt even half of what I was feeling.
Of course, she won’t. Why would she? She is married to someone else. It was a different feeling for me. I loved being around her, and I wanted it never to stop. I wanted the lockdown to be extended forever. I knew all this was wrong, but the guilt was reducing day by day, and my feeling for her was taking over.
Thursday
So, it was Thursday, and it was my cardio day. She was all set for doing pushups. But I told her no pushups today. We are going to do something different. With her puppy eyes staring at me, she was eagerly waiting for me to show her what was next.
“We will stand facing each other so that you can copy and follow what I am doing.” I also showed her a sample of all the workouts we will do in this 45-minute session. I also told her not to worry if she could not complete each workout.
The goal is to do whatever she can for how many reps she is comfortable with. Then I hit the timer on. She was trying hard to keep up. The third exercise was jumping jacks. I could see her breasts bouncing inside her t-shirt. The bra she was wearing didn’t do a good job holding those beauties in place.
She had big boobs guess she didn’t have a sports bra. Why would she even have a sports bra? She has never done any workout in her entire life or gone to the gym ever. I was distracted, and my eyes were glued to her bouncing breasts.
She stopped doing her workout, saying she couldn’t keep up and fell to the floor. I smiled at her, assured her that it was okay, and continued doing my workout. She sat there trying to catch her breath and watched me throughout.
I wondered if she stopped cause she couldn’t keep up or if she caught me staring at her bouncing breasts?
Friday
So, it’s Friday again, and it’s drinking day. We both settled in front of the TV with drinks in our hands. We started to chat and binge-watching our favorite series. After an hour, she told me her legs were aching from the workout. I assured her that it was normal and would reduce in another couple of days.
But a massage or a hot shower would help. I was eagerly waiting for her to choose massage so that I could feel her up without getting caught. Instead, she said, “No, da, I am too lazy and a bit drunk to take a bath now.” I couldn’t wait and said I didn’t mind giving her a massage.
Her eyes were glued to the tv, and she just said OKAY. I was surprised that she agreed. The hard part in any relationship is knowing what the other person is thinking. I didn’t know what she was thinking. She had no clue how I think about her or that I masturbate thinking about her these days.
We were sitting on the floor near our living room. I caught her leg and dragged her closer. She laughed and asked if I was showing off my strength by pulling her. I kept her right leg resting on my lap. Her left leg was folded, and she was sitting closer to me, sipping her drink.
I touched her feet. This is the first time I am touching a girl’s feet. She had kept her nails painted with green nail polish, and it looked good on her. I massaged her feet and told her to stop me if the pressure was too much or hurt. I wanted to kiss her feet.
My mind was already playing a movie in my head where I was kissing her feet. While I was massaging her feet, I told her bras are designed for workouts, and we would get it once the lockdown is lifted. I have no idea why I said that as if she doesn’t know that sports bras existed.
I cursed myself for saying it. ‘Mmmm,’ was all she could mutter. Now she knows I was staring at her breasts a day back while doing her jumping jacks. Why would I even make that comment!? Maybe I was a bit drunk, or maybe she is drunk too and wouldn’t mind or take it easy.
Massaging her feet, I slowly moved up. She was wearing track pants. I moved my hands to her calf muscle over her dress. I started to knead them softly and then increased the pressure slowly. Her eyes were glued to the TV, and she was sipping her drink.
I asked her where else does it hurt? I wanted her to point at her thighs so that I could touch her more. She did the same, raised her hand and pointed at her thighs. I kept both my hands at her knees. I slowly started at her bottom thigh and worked my way up till her mid-thigh.
I didn’t have the guts to move beyond that. I moved my hands back to her knees again. This time I applied a bit more pressure. She held my hands and said, “Aah.” I told her to try and tolerate this pain to help relax her stiffness.
She didn’t remove her hand from my hands but then nodded. My hands are average size. But I can cover the whole length of her thighs in three full presses with my hand. I slowly pressed her lower thigh, increased the pressure, and then released the pressure slowly.
Each time I did that, She would arch her back and sound with her eyes closed. It was so sexy to watch her like that. I am not a sadist or anything. But the way she moved it was so sexy to watch. I moved my hand up a bit and held her mid-thigh section.
I applied the same pressure slowly. Her grip on my hand increased, indicating that it was hurting. I have seen a lot of porn. The way she arched her body looked like how girls arch when a guy slowly inserts his penis inside her. I was comparing this pain to that pleasure.
I moved my hands a bit higher to hold her upper thigh. I am sure that my hand brushed her vulva. I have no idea how to describe that feeling, the one you get when you touch a girl for the first time. The way the heart races, the touch, the feel everything about it feels so so so good.
I slowly glanced at her to check her reaction. She was still arching her back and had her eyes closed. I pressed her thighs with the same pressure and released them slowly. I told her, “It’s over. You can relax now.” She tried to move her legs and see how she felt.
She moved her right leg much more easily now. She removed her right leg from my lap and placed her left leg. I did the same with her left leg. My mind was telling me to try and touch her more this time. I decided to push my luck. I pushed my index finger slightly higher when I reached her upper thigh.
I saw a small jerk from her body. Between my hand and her vulva, all that was a thin track pant and probably a panty. Before she could react, I pressed her thighs again. She arched back, closing her eyes. My fingers were pressing against her vaginal lips. I held it there for a few seconds and released it slowly.
I was slowly taking advantage of her. But I didn’t want to force myself or hurt her. Before she could open her eyes, I took my hands off her body. I asked if she was feeling better. She nodded. There were no hints in her face of anger or anything else that would get me into trouble.
I told myself that I was safe for now. We were getting comfortable with each other. At the end of the massage, I didn’t want to push any further. I told her I was feeling sleepy and headed to my room to jack off. I was so hard after brushing my hands on her privates.
Imagination is the root cause of all problems. In my case, I didn’t know if this would become a problem or a blessing. I won’t stop imagining things. All I can think of is having her all for myself. It was becoming so hard to hide all these emotions from my face when I was with her.
It was Saturday. I woke up late and felt like I had nothing to do that day. I couldn’t go out because of the lockdown. I decided to start my booze session early. It was around noon. When she woke up and came to the living room, I held a glass in my hand and watched TV.
She was surprised to see me drinking so early. She said, “Someone is having a good time already,” and laughed. She said her legs were feeling better after yesterday’s session and thanked me. I saw her in the same pink t-shirt that she wore most days. I asked her if this was her favorite dress.
She giggled and said, “No. I have other dresses. But I am not sure if I can wear them around since it will be awkward.” I asked her again what she was saying. She said it’s mostly shorts or skirts, which are shorter, and tops were either crop/tank tops.
“I used to wear all those when your brother was around. You are my… brother-in-law. I am not sure what you would think of me.”
I didn’t know how to reply. There was an awkward silence. She got a call from my brother. She left for her room to talk with her husband. Wait, Why did she pause before saying ‘brother-in-law?’
Lol. She just said she was not comfortable around me. All I can think is the pause before saying, ‘brother-in-law.’ I smiled to myself and got back to what I was doing, drinking.
The rest of the day was fruitless. She was busy with some of her stuff. I was glued to the TV, sipping my booze to stay intoxicated. By evening she came to me and asked if she could join. I poured her a drink, and we both sat in our usual spot, ready to chit chat.
I was already drunk at this point. I said something that started to change our relationship. At least, I think this laid the foundation for our relationship. I think this is the incident that made us comfortable around each other.
“Sree!” Yes, I called her by her short name to be precise. She turned towards me in shock. There was shock written all over her face. I usually call her thangachi (sister in my native language). But I tried to act casually.
She responded with a “tell me da.” I asked her can we at least be friends. She started laughing and said we were already friends. The booze gave me the boost I needed to get over the fear or nervousness between us. And since she was laughing, I was sure that she was not mad at me for calling her Sree.
“If we are already friends, why do you feel uncomfortable around me? I want you to be yourself around me. I want us to be the best of friends. Also, starting now, I will call you Sree and you are going to call me mama.”
She extended her hands towards me and pointed her pinky finger at me. I had no clue what this meant. She started laughing. She caught my hand, pulled out my pinky and wrapped it around her pinky and said, “Pinky-promise.” Yep, that was the first time I made a pinky promise.
Days started to pass, and there were no signs of lockdown relaxation. She got comfortable around me and started to wear shorts. Her crop tops, tank tops and skirts and I was feasting on her with my eyes. The first time I saw her in shorts was during our workout session.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her smooth legs. I wouldn’t call it slender, but then, it looked stunning with the right amount of fat in her thighs. We were also doing all household chores either together or switched between each other on alternate days.
The days I enjoy the most are laundry days. I would get both our baskets of clothes to put into the washer and dry it after. Sometimes when I take her basket of clothes, and she is busy, that would be my window of opportunity. I would search for her panties or sweat-soaked t-shirts and leggings.
Her bra had a unique smell, something I had never smelt before. Sometimes I would even find stains on her panties. I wonder if that is what my brother’s doing, or she gets excited by being around me sometimes. Or is it was something that made her wet, or did she masturbate!
I wanted to steal one of her dirty panties and stroke my penis till I cum with it. But then I was afraid of getting caught. She could walk in on me any time. Once I even pulled out my penis and wrapped her panty on it to have a feel of it. It felt amazing.
I was lost in the moment and stroked my penis a few times but had to put it back before getting caught quickly. I was devising a plan to get close to her or touch her. None of the ideas were good enough to do without getting caught. The only way I had was to continue our massage sessions and see where that takes us.
I waited for an opportunity where she would wear shorts or a skirt one day. Then that day, try to offer her a massage to see if she allows me to do it. The way I imagined in my head, that would be a treat. We continued our weekdays with regular morning workout sessions.
Next Friday, we were halfway through our drinking session. I asked her how are your legs were. She said it hurts a little. She was wearing shorts that day. It ended somewhere around her mid-thigh, in fact, a little above her mid-thigh. I was not used to seeing girls wearing dresses like this.
I have seen it in movies, but living in that moment was different. I thought it was time to step up play my friend card. “Sree, before we go to bed, I will give you a proper massage. You will feel better tomorrow.” Yes, I did it. I played my ‘friend’ card. She was so cool with it. She said okay.
I was on cloud nine. I have been waiting for this for a long time now. She got a call from her parents and started to talk with them. I thought this might be the right moment and pulled her by her legs like I did the other day. She kept one finger on her lips to say, ‘Shh.’
Since she was on a call with her parents, I started to knead her feet like I started the other day. Imagine this, a beautiful girl wearing shorts exposing her legs till her mid-thigh and her legs are in my lap. I can touch her, and I won’t get caught, or she won’t think bad about me.
This is the closest I have been to any girl till now. I kept my face glued to her legs, admiring and was massaging her legs. I wanted to see if she would stop me at any point in time. Touching her bare skin was so arousing. If I hadn’t worn innerwear, my boxers would have done a poor job concealing my tent.
She was done talking with her parents. I wanted to push my luck. I told her if she could lie down face down. I also wanted to massage her back and then her quads. I expected her to say, ‘No need da this is enough,’ and end it. But to my surprise, she said OKAY.
She lay facing the floor on our couch. That’s the first time I saw her ass this close. We have had workout sessions together. But she was facing me most of the time, or at least some distance between me and her ass. But this, so close to my face, plumb.
I wanted to touch her ass. But if I do it now, I will get a tight slap from her. So, I started to massage her from her feet. I started to move my hands from her quads to almost near her ass. I knew that If I moved my hands between her legs, closer to her ass, I was going to feel her vulva.
I did the same. My fingers brushed her, I am sure that I touched her outer vaginal lips, and she should have felt it. She didn’t react. I was so happy she didn’t react. She has been away from her husband for months now. The last time she had sex should be before my brother left.
Is she longing for a guy’s touch? I wanted to push my luck further. I asked her if I could sit on top of her to massage her back easily. “Mmm,” was all she could mutter. I climbed on top of her. I sat with my legs on both sides without applying my body weight to her.
But she could feel my body on top of her. I rested just near her quads to have space to rest my super hard penis without touching her. All I wanted to do now was remove my boxers pull my cock out. Then insert it between her legs, close to her vagina over her shorts and dry fuck her till I cum.
I touched her mid-back, somewhere around the spine and massaged her. Once near her lower spine, I used my two thumbs to massage her spine. I started to move to the top of her spine. Once I crossed her mid-back, I had to lean my body forward for a better reach.
The tip of my hard penis started to touch her ass. She should have felt it, that’s for sure. Who wouldn’t notice a hard pole sticking onto their soft ass cheeks? But she didn’t do anything about it. I kept it there for some time, poking her ass cheeks, but I didn’t stop what I was doing.
I know I have crossed another line now. I ended the massage and told her to start paying me for massages like this. She smiled at me got up from the couch. She caught my head with both hands and kissed me on my cheeks. She said, “Here is your payment.”
She took her mobile and disappeared into her room as nothing had happened. My world froze. She kissed me. It was just a peck on my cheeks, but a kiss is a kiss, and this is my first kiss. I was so happy. Once I ensured that her door was locked, I sneaked into the laundry room.
I took one of her panties and came inside my room, and masturbated with this. Her smell from the panty, her kiss just minutes before, poking her ass with my penis, brushing my fingers on her vaginal lips. All these images came to my head. Trust me, that was the best orgasm I had had in ages. Soon I ejaculated.
Her panty was covered in my cum. The next day I again sneaked into the laundry room and buried her soiled panty with the other clothes before getting caught. This was easily one of the best days of my life.
It was a few weeks later on a Thursday. The next day was some local holiday, so we had kind of had a long weekend. Nothing noteworthy happened during this period. But we had a regular workout, drinking, cooking and massage sessions. I never pushed my luck other than rubbing my fingers on her pussy.
On Thursday night, we finished our work early. We planned to watch a movie with a tub of homemade popcorn. She has become comfortable around me. When this lockdown started, we sat with at least 5 feet gap between us. But now we are friends. We sat close to each other. I can smell her that close.
It was raining outside like cats and dogs, and then the power went off. We were just 10 or 15 minutes into the movie, and then this happened. POWER CUT, yes, welcome to Indian households. So, we both were stuck with each other, with no power. That is when I realized how much technology is spoiling us.
If every couple turned off the power in their home for a day in a week and talked to each other, the divorce rate would reduce. She went to the kitchen, lit a candle, and returned to me. I don’t want to get into the details of how beautiful she looked with a candle walking towards me. But it was nostalgic.
There is something romantic about candles and power cuts and two people. We were thinking of how to kill our time. I suggested that we play ‘Truth or Dare.’ She was super excited. To make things spicier, I said, “Let’s get drunk and play truth or dare.” She was game, and I ran to my room to get booze.
She wanted to go first, and I chose truth. I expected that she would ask this. Do you have a girlfriend? My answer was quite simple: a big NO. I was one of those guys who would put a status every Valentine’s day like “Forever single.” She asked if it is now or if you never had a girlfriend.
I said, “Sree, you get one chance each round to either truth/dare me, and you have exhausted yours. Now it was my turn.” I asked her truth/dare, and she chose truth. “Did you have any boyfriends before your marriage?”
I guess she probably didn’t expect this question. I can see that she thought about what to say. “Sree, aren’t we friends? And friends shouldn’t lie, and you shouldn’t lie in a truth/dare game. If you don’t want to answer, then you should probably make a dare.”
She said, “Yes, I had a boyfriend.” Now I wanted to know her story, but then remember! Only one question at a time. Now it’s her turn. I was waiting for a follow-up question from her. But she said she was not feeling well and wanted to sleep, got up and left.
I was confused. I asked her if I said something wrong or my fault!? She didn’t say anything and left for her room. I cursed myself for spoiling her mood. But I had no idea what I did to hurt her or why she left.
To all the girls out there, why do you do this? Get up and leave, leaving the guy confused or clueless about what had happened? I would love to hear your take or views on this point.
The next morning she didn’t come for our workout session as well. Her door was locked. I was worried and wanted to check on her. But I wanted to give her some space. So I decided not to disturb her and prepare breakfast. She would have heard the sound of me turning on the mixie, and she came out of her room.
She asked me if I needed any help. I could see her face was still a bit sad. She used to wear eyeliner regularly after her bath. That had washed away, showing that she had cried. I said, “No. If you are not feeling well take a rest. I will cook and call you.”
I felt so bad I called her thangachi (sister in my native language) instead of Sree. She left without saying anything. She came out for breakfast and again for lunch, but we didn’t talk much. By evening I was sitting in our living room on our couch, and she came and sat near me.
I initiated a conversation. “Sorry if I had said something that hurt you.” She started to cry. I had no idea why she was crying. This was the first time I saw her cry or seen any girl cry in front of me. I moved near her and sat with our shoulders touching, putting one hand around her to console her.
She rested her head on my shoulder. There was just silence for almost another hour. I caught her hands and caressed them. The way she rested on my shoulder, her boobs were almost crashing into my arms. But I didn’t get hard, or I didn’t feel anything else.
All I cared about was her. I wanted her to stop crying. I guess lust and love have a fine line between them. After an hour, I told her that we could sleep on the couch itself tonight. I would be with her, and I didn’t want her to feel lonely or cry again like this.
I tapped on my lap with my hands, indicating her to lie down on my lap. She stretched her legs to the other side and rested her head on my lap. I took my mobile, surfed some random videos, and ran my fingers through her hair. She slept within minutes.
She had drifted to sleep lying on my lap. I was admiring her beauty. The way she had tucked her hair behind her ears, the way she was breathing. It was all so beautiful to look at. If you are madly in love with someone, even a small thing like seeing them sleep makes you so happy.
I don’t know when I drifted to sleep, but when I woke up, it was 5 AM. I found her sleeping comfortably in my lap. Her head was still in my lap. She had kept both her hands between her thighs. It was so hot seeing her like this. Then there was my morning wood, poking towards her face, so close to her mouth.
She had her lips open a little to allow her to breathe comfortably. If she even moves a little towards me, my penis will brush or poke her lips. I was thinking to myself, wouldn’t it be great if I could put my penis in her mouth and have her blow me?
I wanted my morning wood to settle down before she opened her eyes. To make things worse, her t-shirt had ridden up a little, and her hips were visible. Now I know there is no stopping my penis from attaining its full glory. I moved a little to adjust my position, enough to wake her up.
She woke up with my penis sticking right towards her face. When it’s right in front of your face and inches away from your mouth, it’s hard to miss, right? Would I have enjoyed this sight or been disgusted about it if I were a girl? I had no idea! I couldn’t figure out what was in her head.
She got up and adjusted her dress, and asked if she had slept for a long time. I laughed and said, “It’s the next morning, madam,” and started laughing. She started to hit me playfully and kissed me on my cheeks and said, “Shut up now,” and headed to her room.
I had my eyes glued to her ass swaying away from me. Once she reached her door, she turned back. She must have caught me staring at her ass for sure. She thanked me for taking care of her and disappeared into her room.
So remember! This was a long weekend for us. It was already Saturday, and we were cooking together. I asked her if I was the reason that she cried? She said NO, and added let’s not talk about this now. I could see that she was getting better, but she was still not ready to talk to me about it.
I didn’t want to upset her, so I didn’t push further. It was already evening, and I didn’t see her much for the rest of the day. She had locked herself in her room. I didn’t want this to go on like this forever. I should talk to her and knock on her door.
“Sree. Please let me in.” She opened her door and went back to her bed. This was the first time I was in her bedroom. Her room, being the master bedroom, was bigger than the one I was using. She had taken good care of her room, unlike mine.
Her room itself smelled so good. It smelt of her. I looked around and didn’t know where to sit. I went to her bed and sat on the other side. She was lying facing the other side. I just sat there thinking how to start or what to ask and how to ask.
Out of nowhere, she just said, “His name was Karthik. I met him during my first year in college.” She was ready to tell her story, and I hoped that this might be why she was upset. I took a pillow and made myself comfortable near her.
She continued. “Initially, we were classmates and then friends. During a college trip, he proposed to me. I didn’t know what to say or how to respond at that time. But eventually, I agreed to explore our relationship with him and accepted his proposal.”
“During our third year, all our friends used to gather at my home for night studies. One of those days, my parents were out of the station, and we both had sex. We had sex a few times, and he dumped me during our final year. I was broken, felt cheated, cried a lot, and eventually got over it after a few years.”
“I told myself he didn’t deserve me. I told myself to never cry again for this or think of him or what he did to me. But then, after all these years, you asked me, and it all came back to me, and I cried.” There was silence in the room – nothing else.
She had told me that she had sex with someone before marriage. I don’t think any girl will share an incident like this with another guy after her marriage. Let alone her brother-in-law. We are proper friends now. She trusts me. I decided not to break her heart, no matter what.
I then said, “Sree, he was stupid enough to miss you in his life. He doesn’t deserve you at all.” I put my hands around her and hugged her from behind. Since she was facing the other side, I kissed the back of her head, letting her know I was there for her. I care about her a lot.
Time flew by, and we were still in that position. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I was wearing a boxer and a t-shirt. My hands were near her tummy. We had been lying close for some time now, and my body was reacting to it. I started to breathe heavily. She could feel each of my breaths in her neck.
I could feel her intensity of breath was matching mine. I kissed her just below her neck, the back of her neck, once, twice and then again. My penis was so hard that it was poking just below her ass cheeks. There is no way she didn’t feel it, but she had decided not to do anything about it.
And then, her phone rang! It was her husband, my brother. That was enough to break us from our trance. I left her room to give her some privacy. What else can I do? We were getting closer, that’s for sure. I knew something was going to happen sooner or later between us.
I was worried that it might affect our relationship and our family. She came out after an hour and was back to her charming self. She came and sat near me and said, “Thank you da, you were very supportive to me these two days. Your future wife will be very lucky to have you.”
I wanted to tell her that I didn’t want a future wife. I want her, and I want her now, and I want her forever. But guess what, I didn’t say anything. We were closer than before after that moment when she shared her past with me. But nothing interesting happened for a few weeks.
And then, one day, out of nowhere, something happened. It was destined to happen and should have happened long back. It took its own sweet time, but it happened. She walked in on me when I was masturbating. Yes! She walked in on me. I was in my room and was horny that day.
I had my boxers down till my knees and was stroking my penis. All I can remember was the door opened. She walked in and saw me, with my penis in my hand. Our eyes met, and there was some shock in her eyes. I think I noticed this hunger in her eyes when she saw my penis.
I don’t know what came to her mind. She apologized and went to her room with a series of sorries. I was so embarrassed. I concealed myself in my room for the next few hours. I didn’t know what to do or how to face her now. After some time, there was a knock on my door, and she asked if I was decent.
I wanted to kill myself then in embarrassment. I said yes! She walked in and sat near me. Her face looked like she wanted to start laughing or make fun of me. I told her, “If you laughed, I’m going to kill you.” After all that was a stupid thing to say, she burst out laughing. Finally, she stopped laughing.
She said, “It’s okay, mama, it’s normal,” and that she didn’t see much of anything. How is that even possible? She stared at my penis for a few seconds. I saw her eyes glued to my penis. I knew it was a lie. Then out of nowhere, she asked me who I was thinking about when doing it?
I was thinking about her, but how can I tell her that? I told her I was not going to answer her questions for free. “If I tell you, I get to ask you one question in return.” She said okay. I gathered some courage and told her it was you who I was thinking about when I was masturbating.
She hit me in my arm and said, “Wait! What?” I just told her I was thinking about her when I stroked my penis. Now it’s my turn to ask her. I asked her, “Do you touch yourself?” She looked me in the eyes like she was going to murder me. After a sweet long pause, she said yes.
I can see shyness on her face. I had a thousand follow-up questions. But she said enough of your questions I won’t answer anything else. Next time lock your door when you are being bad. Then she gets up from my bed. She left with a naughty smile on her face.
She had left something on the kitchen stove and left to check on it quickly. When she came back, she knocked on the door and asked if she could come in. Usually, we don’t knock on each other’s doors nowadays. She did this to make fun of me intentionally.
I told her this was too much, and she started to laugh again. I told her that she had had sex with two guys and had enjoyed it a lot in her life. I have not done anything at all and all I can do is masturbate. So stop making fun of me with a serious face.
She got mad at me and pushed me to my bed, and started to hit me. She was asking me to take back what I had just said. I said that I wouldn’t take it back. She pinned me down and was sitting on top of me now, pinning both my hands to the bed.
She looked me in the eye and said, “I know you masturbate with my panties.” I was taken aback by that. How did she find out? I was so careful with that stuff. She said that she found me sneaking in the laundry room one night and then sneaking back after an hour again.
So she went to our laundry room to check what I was doing there. She started to laugh again. Now she was mocking me, and I was embarrassed that I got caught. I said sorry. I had turned my face to the side in embarrassment to show her that I had lost and to let me go.
She then did the unexpected. She let go of my hands and fell on me. She was sitting on my stomach, pinning me to my bed. She was kneeling on the bed with her legs on both my sides and pinning my hands to the sides of my head. Now she let go of my hands and fell on me.
Her head hit my chest. She hugged me tightly. Her boobs were crushed between us. I was taken by surprise and didn’t expect this to happen. She then said, “Don’t be ashamed of anything, idiot. You can have my panties if you want to. You are the closest friend I had in my life, and I don’t want to lose you.”
I hugged her back. My sister-in-law is lying on top of me, saying that I can use her panties to masturbate. That was the best thing that had happened to me in years. She then said, “Let’s have a line and not cross it,” cause she didn’t want to cheat my brother. I said okay but didn’t let her go or remove my hold on her.
We both then broke our hug and went together to have dinner. I knew we were getting closer and closer. I didn’t want to spoil the pace at which it was happening and let her go. I was bold enough to take her panties and masturbate with them from that incident.
She didn’t catch me again after that incident. But I guess she knew what I was doing and wanted to give me some space. Did you guys notice something? I told her that she had sex with two guys during our fight, and she was not mad at me. I mean, she was not mad at me on a serious note.
Only the thickest of friends can make comments like this to each other without hurting. Cause the other would know that it was said only to stir them funnily, and there is no harm in it. She was that comfortable with me, and so was I.
Nothing noteworthy happened for the next few weeks.
But we both continued to sleep together, and occasional hugs and kisses(on cheeks) were also part of the happenings. Our daily morning workouts and weekend drinking sessions had also become part of our life in lockdown. And yes, I did use her panties and bra now and then to satisfy my hunger.
But I didn’t get a chance to do it in front of her or ask her for her fresh panties.
It was just another Friday night right after our booze session. I went to the laundry room to masturbate, but her laundry bin was empty. We had just washed it all the day before, and today’s pair must be somewhere in her room.
I wanted to masturbate so badly, so I decided to ask her this time and went to her room. She was on the phone and signaled me to sit near her till she completed her phone call. I was so horny and wanted to push her to the bed, removed her shorts.
I took her panties away from her right away to quell my hunger. But then I decided to do what she had asked me to do and sat there. Finally, she ended her call and asked me what had happened da? I told her bluntly that her laundry bin was empty. I thought she would laugh or make fun of me.
But to my surprise, she said, “I will give you my panties, but I want to see you do it.” Now that was unexpected. I have never done it in front of anyone before that. I agreed. My penis was already at its peak hardness and poking, creating a tent in my briefs. There was a slight smile on her face.
I was waiting for her to give me her panties. She did something that I never expected would happen. She removed her bra without removing her t-shirt and threw it at me. If you guys haven’t seen a girl remove her bra without removing her t-shirt in front of you, then I suggest you experience it.
It’s way hotter than just seeing her remove it all at once and be naked in front of you. The teasing made my penis twitch. Now she was there in her t-shirt without her bra. She then removed her shorts and kept them near me. I was already sniffing her bra, and that was making my penis leak pre cum.
My briefs had developed a wet patch on it by now. She was in her panties now with a t-shirt and no bra. Her nipples were poking against the thin fabric of her tee. I was scanning the beauty right in front of me from top to bottom. It was an experience that cannot be described in mere words.
I wanted to touch her smooth and naked thighs that were right in front of me. I pulled my penis out of my boxers. It had become so wet, and there was pre cum leaking at the tip glittering in the dim yellow light we had in that room. Her eyes moved towards my exposed penis.
I could see the hunger in her eyes. I guess my eyes would have shown the same hunger from her point of view. I extended my hand to feel her thighs and touched her. She let me touch her for a few minutes. She didn’t push me away. I have an average-sized penis with a pinkish head and brownish shaft.
Her eyes were glued to my penis. I knew this was not her first penis, but something was there, grabbing her attention. I was so glad that I had this effect on her. About her thighs, which I had been caressing for quite some time now, soft is not the right word.
It was so smooth and soft, making any guy kiss and suck it. Yeah! I wanted to suck every square inch of her thigh. Breaking both our trances, she caught my hand and removed it from her thigh. She said, “Now that you have touched me, you have lost your chance to see,” and covered herself with her bedsheet.
I was cursing myself. Had I controlled myself for another few minutes, I might have had a chance to see her naked. I pleaded with her to let me see her, but it would be her if stubbornness had another form. She said strict NO. She removed her panties from inside her bedsheet and gave them to me.
I knew she was naked inside her bedsheet. She had covered up to her stomach. I could also see her nipples that are hard poking her tee. All this was making me so fucking horny. Now I had both her bra and panties with me. She was looking at me with eagerness in her eyes.
I took her bra and smelled it. It smelled of her. She was watching me closely. I sucked it exactly where her nipples would have been to show her I wanted to suck her nipples. I used my lips and tongue to suck her dirty bra.
The last time I did this, I held back a little cause that was my first time. I was a bit shy. This time I didn’t pull back any punches. I was fully into it. There was no shame or guilt at that particular moment. She was looking at me, and our eyes met.
There was something that was happening between us. I was not sure if it was love or lust. But nothing mattered to me at that moment. Then I took her panties, she had worn them for a day now, and it had her smell all over it. I took it to my nose and smelled it without taking away my eye contact from her.
It had this musky smell in a good way. I liked it. It made my penis even harder. I would even sell my soul to the devil to have this each day, every day. She was still looking at me, her pupils were dilated, and I could see that she was breathing heavily. I knew she was aroused, the same way that I am horny now.
I sucked her panty, where her dirty pussy would have been just a few moments ago. She now knows that I wanted to open her legs up and eat her. I licked and sucked her panties with a passion for showing her how much I wanted her. I wanted to show her what I would do to her if she let me.
I then wrapped her panty on my penis and started to stroke. Her nipples were at their peak hardness by now, poking her t-shirt. If only she would allow me to suck her nipples! I wanted to push her in bed and suck her nipples over her tee. I was stroking my cock at a much faster pace now.
I asked her to touch herself. I told her, “Sree, Don’t say anything, don’t think about anything else, touch your body. I want to see you touch yourself. I want to see you do it now.”
She did the unexpected. She kept her fingers at the top of her slender neck and brushed it down along her tee, over her boobs touching her nipples on the way till her tummy. She was teasing me. That was evident. Then when she came to her boobs, she circled her fingers over her nipples to tease me.
Her nipples were poking her thin fabric as if it would tear her t-shirt soon. She does know how to tease a guy, that’s for sure. Her other hand was inside the bedsheet making circular motions. It was hot to see her do that. I was leaking, and she must be leaking like a tap inside her bedsheet.
I started to stroke my penis harder, wondering how wet she would be inside that bedsheet. I told her I wanted to touch her. She replied, “Shut up, mama.” I again told her I wanted to eat you. Shut up was all she said again. I pulled her leg out of her bedsheet and kept it on my lap.
I made her fingers brush my cock while I was stroking it. That feeling was surreal, her feet against my slippery wet cock. I think it aroused her even more. I saw her close her eyes and arch her back with one hand holding the edge of her bed. I knew she was at her edge.
I knew she would reach her orgasm soon. She was pressing her boobs with her other hand, and then there was a loud moan. She fell to the bed, her body shivering. I can feel her feet shivering in contact with my penis. That moment was enough for me to cum. The release was so exciting.
I started to cum. The first shot landed on her feet. I tried to cover my penis with her panties to stop it from spoiling the bedsheet. And then I fell to the bed exhausted.
She hugged me. I can feel her still shivering from the last orgasm that she just had. She was inside her bedsheet, covered till her hips, but my penis was out naked, and she hugged me. Her t-shirt had risen a little, and my limp penis was touching her navel.
She knew I was dirty cause I had just cum, but she didn’t mind. I hugged her tightly, intending never to let her go.
A brief intro about my family. Dad, Mom, Me and my younger brother. Dad is a businessman and used to travel a lot. Mom is a homemaker. My brother works in an IT firm. I am a business man. We are from the southern part of India.
My brother moved to Bangalore a few years back for his job. Eventually, when another branch of my business was supposed to open up , I got an option to move to Bangalore. Since my brother was already there, I was happy to move. My parents were in our hometown.
For almost 3 years, my brother and I stayed together. We didn’t have any restrictions or anyone to control us. We used to roam at night, attend parties, go on long drives, and have a lot of fun. He even used to bring his girlfriend home during weekends. I kept it a secret from my parents.
He was good with girls. On the other hand, I never had a girlfriend till now. I have seen them kissing and cuddling. Probably he would have had sex with her. At least they didn’t do it when I was around. After a year or so, his girlfriend’s parents wanted to get her married.
But they didn’t like my brother and the other reason was also that i was not married at that time which also for some reason made them to not like our family. She left him as she didn’t want to marry him against their wishes. My brother was heartbroken. A couple of years passed, eventually, my parents forced me to marry but as my business was just growing i did not want to marry, but they found a match for my brother, and he got married.
But then he didn’t love his wife like he did his girlfriend. Or at least that is what it felt like to me. I have never seen them romance as he did with his ex-gf in front of me. Or maybe that’s how married people are, confined to boundaries, who knows!
My SIL is a sweet, caring, homely and understanding person. She works as an HR. She is a bit short, shorter than me, at least I am 5.8, and has a wonderful smile.
Once they got married, I moved out and found a small flat. I used to visit them on alternate weekends. Staying alone, I channeled my inner chef. To did cook some amazing dishes. I mastered cooking mutton biryani. When I visit my brother and SIL, I cook and impress them with my culinary skills.
Within a few months of their marriage, my brother got an onsite opportunity, leaving for the USA. He would settle down in a few months, and my SIL will also travel. For a few months, my SIL had to stay alone. I used to visit her on weekends.
When you plan something, life will plan something else for you. It was 2020 March, and there were rumors about an emergency lockdown. No one took it seriously initially since we have never seen anything like this before.
My brother is in the USA. My parents are in our hometown, some 800 km away. My SIL and I were stuck in Bangalore in two different places. Within a few days, the government declared nationwide lockdown. We didn’t know how long this lockdown was going to last.
After discussing with my parents and my SIL, my brother insisted that both (me and my SIL) stay at his home until this is all over. I was okay with this because I could take care of my SIL, and we shared a good relationship
So, we had a day to prepare and buy all the essential items. I left from office early that day. I picked up my SIL. We went grocery shopping and bought what we thought was enough to survive for a few weeks.
I never imagined that my life would change in a few months. So, the first day of lockdown began.
Day 1
It was the first day after lockdown. I consider myself an early riser. I woke up at 6 AM and usually went for a jog. But remember! Lockdown! We live on the 24th floor. I had no other option but to do my early morning workout session inside our home.
All I did was pack a pair of dumbbells and a pull-up bar. I started my workout and ended it after 2 hours by 8 AM. On the other hand, My SIL goes to bed late and usually wakes up at 9 or 10 AM. So, I decided to have a quick bath and cook breakfast.
Eventually, she woke up at 9 AM and came out of her room. I asked her to freshen up and come to have breakfast. She was shocked that I had prepared our breakfast and asked me when I woke up and stuff. We had our breakfast, and I went to my room (the guest room) to start my work for that day.
Later, I volunteered to cook lunch, and she helped me cut veggies, and I prepared lunch. I had visited my brother and SIL quite a few times. But it was weird with just the both of us confined in a concrete jungle, for God only knows how long. A few days passed, and things weren’t getting any better.
Day 5
It was already Friday. My usual routine on the weekend would be to buy booze and drink till I sleep off. Then continue this the next day. My SIL knows that I drink. It was around 8 PM, and I was too bored. I asked my SIL if she would mind if I had a few drinks.
She said, “No issues, da, think of this as your place.” I took a bottle of vodka. I haven’t told you my SIL’s name till now, right? It is Sreenidhii. My brother and people close to her used to call her Sree. I call her di.
So, she sat with me, and we were browsing through OTT content as to what to watch. We started talking about random stuff. I was into my third round. She said she wanted to try drinking, but my brother never allowed her. During her college days, she tasted beer and didn’t like it because it was bitter.
I told her that she could try and I won’t tell my brother. Since it was her first time, I made her a screwdriver (Orange Tropicana juice + vodka). So, we both started sipping on our drinks and talking random stuff. After a drink, since it was her first time, she felt a bit tipsy and started to open up a little.
Our chat moved from strict BIL/SIL to friends’ kind of chat. We chatted till midnight, and I had no idea how the time flew. I never thought she was this fun. And I also thought that this drinking idea was a one-time deal. But life again proved that it had planned something else for the both of us.
End of almost a month in lockdown, and it’s just another Friday:
There were no updates as to when the lockdown would be lifted. We were binge-watching and having our weekend fun with some booze. She asked me if she was becoming fat, which surprised me. I had never measured her. I mean, not even with my eyes.
I said I don’t know. She stood up in front of me like a model with her hands on her hips. She asked me if she was looking fat. My eyes started to scan her. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and a track. Her t-shirt hugged her shape, and her track pant was a bit loose.
For the first time, I felt something different when seeing her. I knew it was wrong, and I took my eyes away from her. She was a bit drunk and asked me again if she had become fat. I said, “Yeah, you have put a little bit of weight but not too much.”
She held her tummy in her hands. She didn’t have a big tummy but a small amount of fat enough to hold with her fingers. She said that I was lying and she had put on a lot of weight. She also said it’s my Biryani that is making her fat. I laughed at her comments.
She sat down, and after a few minutes, she said, “Probably I should start working out with you.” I thought she was saying all this because she is drunk and didn’t take it seriously. Then we were chatting about other random stuff. We both had a good time, or at least I did.
Next Monday
To my surprise, on Monday morning, when I woke up at 6 AM, she was there waiting for me in a t-shirt and a legging. I was shocked to see her up so early. Maybe she wasn’t that drunk the other day when she said he wanted to work out.
I have never been a trainer for anyone before. She is asking me to train her and make her lose some kilos or reduce the fat in some places. We started with some warm-ups, and then I started doing my pushups. She stood there watching me for some time.
Now it’s her turn. She tried to do a pushup and fell to the floor miserably. I started laughing and told her that it had happened to everyone the first time. My trainer used a towel to support me when I started. She said, “Okay, let’s do it,” and threw her towel in my face.
That’s the first time I smelled her or at least her towel. I don’t know what girls do with their dresses or towels. It just smells so good. If you don’t believe me, try to smell a guy’s towel. It’s probably not going to stink, but it’s not going to smell anything good, that’s for sure.
Her towel smelled so nice. She called my name, broke me from my trance, and asked if we would do it or stand there staring. I asked her to stand in a pushup position put the towel around her mid-section. I held it in my hand and asked her to try now.
When she went down, I asked her to push up with all her strength, and I will help her the rest of the way. She was so happy that she completed one pushup, and we did a few more reps. Later we moved to my pull-up bar. I did some 30 pull-ups, and she was standing there and watching me all that time.
Now it’s her turn, and I was so sure she won’t be able to do one full pull-up since it’s her first time. Like I had predicted, she failed. She was looking at me to come up with an idea to help her. I asked her to hang in the pull-up bar and bend her knees a little and cross her legs too.
She was shit scared that she would fall. I assured her I wouldn’t let that happen. I stood in front of her, and then it hit me. I have to hold her hips to support her. I didn’t think of this or plan any of this till now. Maybe it’s totally fine to touch someone when you help them work out in the western world.
But the way I was raised, it’s all taboo. You don’t touch your SIL, let alone hold her hips. I stood there doing nothing with all these thoughts in my head. She asked me if we were going to stand there all day. I tried to act professionally as a trainer, holding her by her hips.
The whole world slowed down around me. This is the first time I am touching a girl. The first part that I touched was her hips. Her t-shirt had risen above a bit since she was hanging, and her hips were exposed a little. My pinky finger was in contact with her bare skin.
I am sure she would have felt my warm hands in her hips but didn’t mind or do anything about it. She was so soft to the touch. Her smell, along with her sweat, was intoxicating. I instructed her to and that I would support her in the whole process.
She must be around 55kgs or so, around 5ft. When she pulled up, her breasts crossed my eye level. As she rose higher, now her stomach was at my eye level. She had worn her legging a bit higher, I guess. It covered her belly button completely. I could see a small portion of her stomach.
I was getting horny. She said one more and tried to pull up. I had to move closer to her and hold her to support her weight. I could sniff her more now, and she smelled so damn good. With all these workouts, she was sweating. Her t-shirt was hugging her.
I could see the outline of her bra, where it started and where it ended on her rib section. Her nipples were partially hard, poking a little bit. I started to get a boner and wondered if she felt the same way that I did. I told her that was enough for day one and left for my room.
I had a shower, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. This incident changed the way I looked at her. I started to stroke my dick thinking of her sweaty t-shirt, her smell, her bra outline. The way her t-shirt was hugging her body drenched in sweat.
Her partially hard nipples were poking just a little bit. The feeling of my fingers touching her bare and soft skin, I can’t get it out of my mind. Within a few minutes, I came so hard, and then the guilt hit me. What am I even doing? She is my sister-in-law, which can spoil our whole relationship.
Tuesday
The next day she was there again at sharp 6 AM. She wore another t-shirt which was a bit loose today, and a legging. So many thoughts were there in my mind. Is she wearing it loose because she didn’t want me to touch her bare skin?
We did the same set of workouts that day. I had to help her with her pushups and pull-ups. I couldn’t handle the way she smelled. It was so nice and intoxicating. The loose t-shirt was clinging to her body, outlining her shape. I can see her bra today.
Since her t-shirt was loose and longer, I couldn’t see her skin during pull-ups. I was disappointed. But once drenched in sweat, her bra outline was visible, and I could exactly pinpoint where her nipples were. My mind was playing cat and mouse with me.
Thoughts, a lot of thoughts started to rush into my head. I wanted to suck her nipples over her dress. The feeling was arousing. But I was also shit scared of what she will think of me or what would happen to our relationship if she found out all this or told my brother.
Once we were done with our workout, I went to the shower and masturbated, thinking about her. I came so hard. I knew if we were going to do this workout every day, I would end up masturbating in my shower every day. I was wondering if she felt even half of what I was feeling.
Of course, she won’t. Why would she? She is married to someone else. It was a different feeling for me. I loved being around her, and I wanted it never to stop. I wanted the lockdown to be extended forever. I knew all this was wrong, but the guilt was reducing day by day, and my feeling for her was taking over.
Thursday
So, it was Thursday, and it was my cardio day. She was all set for doing pushups. But I told her no pushups today. We are going to do something different. With her puppy eyes staring at me, she was eagerly waiting for me to show her what was next.
“We will stand facing each other so that you can copy and follow what I am doing.” I also showed her a sample of all the workouts we will do in this 45-minute session. I also told her not to worry if she could not complete each workout.
The goal is to do whatever she can for how many reps she is comfortable with. Then I hit the timer on. She was trying hard to keep up. The third exercise was jumping jacks. I could see her breasts bouncing inside her t-shirt. The bra she was wearing didn’t do a good job holding those beauties in place.
She had big boobs guess she didn’t have a sports bra. Why would she even have a sports bra? She has never done any workout in her entire life or gone to the gym ever. I was distracted, and my eyes were glued to her bouncing breasts.
She stopped doing her workout, saying she couldn’t keep up and fell to the floor. I smiled at her, assured her that it was okay, and continued doing my workout. She sat there trying to catch her breath and watched me throughout.
I wondered if she stopped cause she couldn’t keep up or if she caught me staring at her bouncing breasts?
Friday
So, it’s Friday again, and it’s drinking day. We both settled in front of the TV with drinks in our hands. We started to chat and binge-watching our favorite series. After an hour, she told me her legs were aching from the workout. I assured her that it was normal and would reduce in another couple of days.
But a massage or a hot shower would help. I was eagerly waiting for her to choose massage so that I could feel her up without getting caught. Instead, she said, “No, da, I am too lazy and a bit drunk to take a bath now.” I couldn’t wait and said I didn’t mind giving her a massage.
Her eyes were glued to the tv, and she just said OKAY. I was surprised that she agreed. The hard part in any relationship is knowing what the other person is thinking. I didn’t know what she was thinking. She had no clue how I think about her or that I masturbate thinking about her these days.
We were sitting on the floor near our living room. I caught her leg and dragged her closer. She laughed and asked if I was showing off my strength by pulling her. I kept her right leg resting on my lap. Her left leg was folded, and she was sitting closer to me, sipping her drink.
I touched her feet. This is the first time I am touching a girl’s feet. She had kept her nails painted with green nail polish, and it looked good on her. I massaged her feet and told her to stop me if the pressure was too much or hurt. I wanted to kiss her feet.
My mind was already playing a movie in my head where I was kissing her feet. While I was massaging her feet, I told her bras are designed for workouts, and we would get it once the lockdown is lifted. I have no idea why I said that as if she doesn’t know that sports bras existed.
I cursed myself for saying it. ‘Mmmm,’ was all she could mutter. Now she knows I was staring at her breasts a day back while doing her jumping jacks. Why would I even make that comment!? Maybe I was a bit drunk, or maybe she is drunk too and wouldn’t mind or take it easy.
Massaging her feet, I slowly moved up. She was wearing track pants. I moved my hands to her calf muscle over her dress. I started to knead them softly and then increased the pressure slowly. Her eyes were glued to the TV, and she was sipping her drink.
I asked her where else does it hurt? I wanted her to point at her thighs so that I could touch her more. She did the same, raised her hand and pointed at her thighs. I kept both my hands at her knees. I slowly started at her bottom thigh and worked my way up till her mid-thigh.
I didn’t have the guts to move beyond that. I moved my hands back to her knees again. This time I applied a bit more pressure. She held my hands and said, “Aah.” I told her to try and tolerate this pain to help relax her stiffness.
She didn’t remove her hand from my hands but then nodded. My hands are average size. But I can cover the whole length of her thighs in three full presses with my hand. I slowly pressed her lower thigh, increased the pressure, and then released the pressure slowly.
Each time I did that, She would arch her back and sound with her eyes closed. It was so sexy to watch her like that. I am not a sadist or anything. But the way she moved it was so sexy to watch. I moved my hand up a bit and held her mid-thigh section.
I applied the same pressure slowly. Her grip on my hand increased, indicating that it was hurting. I have seen a lot of porn. The way she arched her body looked like how girls arch when a guy slowly inserts his penis inside her. I was comparing this pain to that pleasure.
I moved my hands a bit higher to hold her upper thigh. I am sure that my hand brushed her vulva. I have no idea how to describe that feeling, the one you get when you touch a girl for the first time. The way the heart races, the touch, the feel everything about it feels so so so good.
I slowly glanced at her to check her reaction. She was still arching her back and had her eyes closed. I pressed her thighs with the same pressure and released them slowly. I told her, “It’s over. You can relax now.” She tried to move her legs and see how she felt.
She moved her right leg much more easily now. She removed her right leg from my lap and placed her left leg. I did the same with her left leg. My mind was telling me to try and touch her more this time. I decided to push my luck. I pushed my index finger slightly higher when I reached her upper thigh.
I saw a small jerk from her body. Between my hand and her vulva, all that was a thin track pant and probably a panty. Before she could react, I pressed her thighs again. She arched back, closing her eyes. My fingers were pressing against her vaginal lips. I held it there for a few seconds and released it slowly.
I was slowly taking advantage of her. But I didn’t want to force myself or hurt her. Before she could open her eyes, I took my hands off her body. I asked if she was feeling better. She nodded. There were no hints in her face of anger or anything else that would get me into trouble.
I told myself that I was safe for now. We were getting comfortable with each other. At the end of the massage, I didn’t want to push any further. I told her I was feeling sleepy and headed to my room to jack off. I was so hard after brushing my hands on her privates.
Imagination is the root cause of all problems. In my case, I didn’t know if this would become a problem or a blessing. I won’t stop imagining things. All I can think of is having her all for myself. It was becoming so hard to hide all these emotions from my face when I was with her.
It was Saturday. I woke up late and felt like I had nothing to do that day. I couldn’t go out because of the lockdown. I decided to start my booze session early. It was around noon. When she woke up and came to the living room, I held a glass in my hand and watched TV.
She was surprised to see me drinking so early. She said, “Someone is having a good time already,” and laughed. She said her legs were feeling better after yesterday’s session and thanked me. I saw her in the same pink t-shirt that she wore most days. I asked her if this was her favorite dress.
She giggled and said, “No. I have other dresses. But I am not sure if I can wear them around since it will be awkward.” I asked her again what she was saying. She said it’s mostly shorts or skirts, which are shorter, and tops were either crop/tank tops.
“I used to wear all those when your brother was around. You are my… brother-in-law. I am not sure what you would think of me.”
I didn’t know how to reply. There was an awkward silence. She got a call from my brother. She left for her room to talk with her husband. Wait, Why did she pause before saying ‘brother-in-law?’
Lol. She just said she was not comfortable around me. All I can think is the pause before saying, ‘brother-in-law.’ I smiled to myself and got back to what I was doing, drinking.
The rest of the day was fruitless. She was busy with some of her stuff. I was glued to the TV, sipping my booze to stay intoxicated. By evening she came to me and asked if she could join. I poured her a drink, and we both sat in our usual spot, ready to chit chat.
I was already drunk at this point. I said something that started to change our relationship. At least, I think this laid the foundation for our relationship. I think this is the incident that made us comfortable around each other.
“Sree!” Yes, I called her by her short name to be precise. She turned towards me in shock. There was shock written all over her face. I usually call her thangachi (sister in my native language). But I tried to act casually.
She responded with a “tell me da.” I asked her can we at least be friends. She started laughing and said we were already friends. The booze gave me the boost I needed to get over the fear or nervousness between us. And since she was laughing, I was sure that she was not mad at me for calling her Sree.
“If we are already friends, why do you feel uncomfortable around me? I want you to be yourself around me. I want us to be the best of friends. Also, starting now, I will call you Sree and you are going to call me mama.”
She extended her hands towards me and pointed her pinky finger at me. I had no clue what this meant. She started laughing. She caught my hand, pulled out my pinky and wrapped it around her pinky and said, “Pinky-promise.” Yep, that was the first time I made a pinky promise.
Days started to pass, and there were no signs of lockdown relaxation. She got comfortable around me and started to wear shorts. Her crop tops, tank tops and skirts and I was feasting on her with my eyes. The first time I saw her in shorts was during our workout session.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her smooth legs. I wouldn’t call it slender, but then, it looked stunning with the right amount of fat in her thighs. We were also doing all household chores either together or switched between each other on alternate days.
The days I enjoy the most are laundry days. I would get both our baskets of clothes to put into the washer and dry it after. Sometimes when I take her basket of clothes, and she is busy, that would be my window of opportunity. I would search for her panties or sweat-soaked t-shirts and leggings.
Her bra had a unique smell, something I had never smelt before. Sometimes I would even find stains on her panties. I wonder if that is what my brother’s doing, or she gets excited by being around me sometimes. Or is it was something that made her wet, or did she masturbate!
I wanted to steal one of her dirty panties and stroke my penis till I cum with it. But then I was afraid of getting caught. She could walk in on me any time. Once I even pulled out my penis and wrapped her panty on it to have a feel of it. It felt amazing.
I was lost in the moment and stroked my penis a few times but had to put it back before getting caught quickly. I was devising a plan to get close to her or touch her. None of the ideas were good enough to do without getting caught. The only way I had was to continue our massage sessions and see where that takes us.
I waited for an opportunity where she would wear shorts or a skirt one day. Then that day, try to offer her a massage to see if she allows me to do it. The way I imagined in my head, that would be a treat. We continued our weekdays with regular morning workout sessions.
Next Friday, we were halfway through our drinking session. I asked her how are your legs were. She said it hurts a little. She was wearing shorts that day. It ended somewhere around her mid-thigh, in fact, a little above her mid-thigh. I was not used to seeing girls wearing dresses like this.
I have seen it in movies, but living in that moment was different. I thought it was time to step up play my friend card. “Sree, before we go to bed, I will give you a proper massage. You will feel better tomorrow.” Yes, I did it. I played my ‘friend’ card. She was so cool with it. She said okay.
I was on cloud nine. I have been waiting for this for a long time now. She got a call from her parents and started to talk with them. I thought this might be the right moment and pulled her by her legs like I did the other day. She kept one finger on her lips to say, ‘Shh.’
Since she was on a call with her parents, I started to knead her feet like I started the other day. Imagine this, a beautiful girl wearing shorts exposing her legs till her mid-thigh and her legs are in my lap. I can touch her, and I won’t get caught, or she won’t think bad about me.
This is the closest I have been to any girl till now. I kept my face glued to her legs, admiring and was massaging her legs. I wanted to see if she would stop me at any point in time. Touching her bare skin was so arousing. If I hadn’t worn innerwear, my boxers would have done a poor job concealing my tent.
She was done talking with her parents. I wanted to push my luck. I told her if she could lie down face down. I also wanted to massage her back and then her quads. I expected her to say, ‘No need da this is enough,’ and end it. But to my surprise, she said OKAY.
She lay facing the floor on our couch. That’s the first time I saw her ass this close. We have had workout sessions together. But she was facing me most of the time, or at least some distance between me and her ass. But this, so close to my face, plumb.
I wanted to touch her ass. But if I do it now, I will get a tight slap from her. So, I started to massage her from her feet. I started to move my hands from her quads to almost near her ass. I knew that If I moved my hands between her legs, closer to her ass, I was going to feel her vulva.
I did the same. My fingers brushed her, I am sure that I touched her outer vaginal lips, and she should have felt it. She didn’t react. I was so happy she didn’t react. She has been away from her husband for months now. The last time she had sex should be before my brother left.
Is she longing for a guy’s touch? I wanted to push my luck further. I asked her if I could sit on top of her to massage her back easily. “Mmm,” was all she could mutter. I climbed on top of her. I sat with my legs on both sides without applying my body weight to her.
But she could feel my body on top of her. I rested just near her quads to have space to rest my super hard penis without touching her. All I wanted to do now was remove my boxers pull my cock out. Then insert it between her legs, close to her vagina over her shorts and dry fuck her till I cum.
I touched her mid-back, somewhere around the spine and massaged her. Once near her lower spine, I used my two thumbs to massage her spine. I started to move to the top of her spine. Once I crossed her mid-back, I had to lean my body forward for a better reach.
The tip of my hard penis started to touch her ass. She should have felt it, that’s for sure. Who wouldn’t notice a hard pole sticking onto their soft ass cheeks? But she didn’t do anything about it. I kept it there for some time, poking her ass cheeks, but I didn’t stop what I was doing.
I know I have crossed another line now. I ended the massage and told her to start paying me for massages like this. She smiled at me got up from the couch. She caught my head with both hands and kissed me on my cheeks. She said, “Here is your payment.”
She took her mobile and disappeared into her room as nothing had happened. My world froze. She kissed me. It was just a peck on my cheeks, but a kiss is a kiss, and this is my first kiss. I was so happy. Once I ensured that her door was locked, I sneaked into the laundry room.
I took one of her panties and came inside my room, and masturbated with this. Her smell from the panty, her kiss just minutes before, poking her ass with my penis, brushing my fingers on her vaginal lips. All these images came to my head. Trust me, that was the best orgasm I had had in ages. Soon I ejaculated.
Her panty was covered in my cum. The next day I again sneaked into the laundry room and buried her soiled panty with the other clothes before getting caught. This was easily one of the best days of my life.
It was a few weeks later on a Thursday. The next day was some local holiday, so we had kind of had a long weekend. Nothing noteworthy happened during this period. But we had a regular workout, drinking, cooking and massage sessions. I never pushed my luck other than rubbing my fingers on her pussy.
On Thursday night, we finished our work early. We planned to watch a movie with a tub of homemade popcorn. She has become comfortable around me. When this lockdown started, we sat with at least 5 feet gap between us. But now we are friends. We sat close to each other. I can smell her that close.
It was raining outside like cats and dogs, and then the power went off. We were just 10 or 15 minutes into the movie, and then this happened. POWER CUT, yes, welcome to Indian households. So, we both were stuck with each other, with no power. That is when I realized how much technology is spoiling us.
If every couple turned off the power in their home for a day in a week and talked to each other, the divorce rate would reduce. She went to the kitchen, lit a candle, and returned to me. I don’t want to get into the details of how beautiful she looked with a candle walking towards me. But it was nostalgic.
There is something romantic about candles and power cuts and two people. We were thinking of how to kill our time. I suggested that we play ‘Truth or Dare.’ She was super excited. To make things spicier, I said, “Let’s get drunk and play truth or dare.” She was game, and I ran to my room to get booze.
She wanted to go first, and I chose truth. I expected that she would ask this. Do you have a girlfriend? My answer was quite simple: a big NO. I was one of those guys who would put a status every Valentine’s day like “Forever single.” She asked if it is now or if you never had a girlfriend.
I said, “Sree, you get one chance each round to either truth/dare me, and you have exhausted yours. Now it was my turn.” I asked her truth/dare, and she chose truth. “Did you have any boyfriends before your marriage?”
I guess she probably didn’t expect this question. I can see that she thought about what to say. “Sree, aren’t we friends? And friends shouldn’t lie, and you shouldn’t lie in a truth/dare game. If you don’t want to answer, then you should probably make a dare.”
She said, “Yes, I had a boyfriend.” Now I wanted to know her story, but then remember! Only one question at a time. Now it’s her turn. I was waiting for a follow-up question from her. But she said she was not feeling well and wanted to sleep, got up and left.
I was confused. I asked her if I said something wrong or my fault!? She didn’t say anything and left for her room. I cursed myself for spoiling her mood. But I had no idea what I did to hurt her or why she left.
To all the girls out there, why do you do this? Get up and leave, leaving the guy confused or clueless about what had happened? I would love to hear your take or views on this point.
The next morning she didn’t come for our workout session as well. Her door was locked. I was worried and wanted to check on her. But I wanted to give her some space. So I decided not to disturb her and prepare breakfast. She would have heard the sound of me turning on the mixie, and she came out of her room.
She asked me if I needed any help. I could see her face was still a bit sad. She used to wear eyeliner regularly after her bath. That had washed away, showing that she had cried. I said, “No. If you are not feeling well take a rest. I will cook and call you.”
I felt so bad I called her thangachi (sister in my native language) instead of Sree. She left without saying anything. She came out for breakfast and again for lunch, but we didn’t talk much. By evening I was sitting in our living room on our couch, and she came and sat near me.
I initiated a conversation. “Sorry if I had said something that hurt you.” She started to cry. I had no idea why she was crying. This was the first time I saw her cry or seen any girl cry in front of me. I moved near her and sat with our shoulders touching, putting one hand around her to console her.
She rested her head on my shoulder. There was just silence for almost another hour. I caught her hands and caressed them. The way she rested on my shoulder, her boobs were almost crashing into my arms. But I didn’t get hard, or I didn’t feel anything else.
All I cared about was her. I wanted her to stop crying. I guess lust and love have a fine line between them. After an hour, I told her that we could sleep on the couch itself tonight. I would be with her, and I didn’t want her to feel lonely or cry again like this.
I tapped on my lap with my hands, indicating her to lie down on my lap. She stretched her legs to the other side and rested her head on my lap. I took my mobile, surfed some random videos, and ran my fingers through her hair. She slept within minutes.
She had drifted to sleep lying on my lap. I was admiring her beauty. The way she had tucked her hair behind her ears, the way she was breathing. It was all so beautiful to look at. If you are madly in love with someone, even a small thing like seeing them sleep makes you so happy.
I don’t know when I drifted to sleep, but when I woke up, it was 5 AM. I found her sleeping comfortably in my lap. Her head was still in my lap. She had kept both her hands between her thighs. It was so hot seeing her like this. Then there was my morning wood, poking towards her face, so close to her mouth.
She had her lips open a little to allow her to breathe comfortably. If she even moves a little towards me, my penis will brush or poke her lips. I was thinking to myself, wouldn’t it be great if I could put my penis in her mouth and have her blow me?
I wanted my morning wood to settle down before she opened her eyes. To make things worse, her t-shirt had ridden up a little, and her hips were visible. Now I know there is no stopping my penis from attaining its full glory. I moved a little to adjust my position, enough to wake her up.
She woke up with my penis sticking right towards her face. When it’s right in front of your face and inches away from your mouth, it’s hard to miss, right? Would I have enjoyed this sight or been disgusted about it if I were a girl? I had no idea! I couldn’t figure out what was in her head.
She got up and adjusted her dress, and asked if she had slept for a long time. I laughed and said, “It’s the next morning, madam,” and started laughing. She started to hit me playfully and kissed me on my cheeks and said, “Shut up now,” and headed to her room.
I had my eyes glued to her ass swaying away from me. Once she reached her door, she turned back. She must have caught me staring at her ass for sure. She thanked me for taking care of her and disappeared into her room.
So remember! This was a long weekend for us. It was already Saturday, and we were cooking together. I asked her if I was the reason that she cried? She said NO, and added let’s not talk about this now. I could see that she was getting better, but she was still not ready to talk to me about it.
I didn’t want to upset her, so I didn’t push further. It was already evening, and I didn’t see her much for the rest of the day. She had locked herself in her room. I didn’t want this to go on like this forever. I should talk to her and knock on her door.
“Sree. Please let me in.” She opened her door and went back to her bed. This was the first time I was in her bedroom. Her room, being the master bedroom, was bigger than the one I was using. She had taken good care of her room, unlike mine.
Her room itself smelled so good. It smelt of her. I looked around and didn’t know where to sit. I went to her bed and sat on the other side. She was lying facing the other side. I just sat there thinking how to start or what to ask and how to ask.
Out of nowhere, she just said, “His name was Karthik. I met him during my first year in college.” She was ready to tell her story, and I hoped that this might be why she was upset. I took a pillow and made myself comfortable near her.
She continued. “Initially, we were classmates and then friends. During a college trip, he proposed to me. I didn’t know what to say or how to respond at that time. But eventually, I agreed to explore our relationship with him and accepted his proposal.”
“During our third year, all our friends used to gather at my home for night studies. One of those days, my parents were out of the station, and we both had sex. We had sex a few times, and he dumped me during our final year. I was broken, felt cheated, cried a lot, and eventually got over it after a few years.”
“I told myself he didn’t deserve me. I told myself to never cry again for this or think of him or what he did to me. But then, after all these years, you asked me, and it all came back to me, and I cried.” There was silence in the room – nothing else.
She had told me that she had sex with someone before marriage. I don’t think any girl will share an incident like this with another guy after her marriage. Let alone her brother-in-law. We are proper friends now. She trusts me. I decided not to break her heart, no matter what.
I then said, “Sree, he was stupid enough to miss you in his life. He doesn’t deserve you at all.” I put my hands around her and hugged her from behind. Since she was facing the other side, I kissed the back of her head, letting her know I was there for her. I care about her a lot.
Time flew by, and we were still in that position. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I was wearing a boxer and a t-shirt. My hands were near her tummy. We had been lying close for some time now, and my body was reacting to it. I started to breathe heavily. She could feel each of my breaths in her neck.
I could feel her intensity of breath was matching mine. I kissed her just below her neck, the back of her neck, once, twice and then again. My penis was so hard that it was poking just below her ass cheeks. There is no way she didn’t feel it, but she had decided not to do anything about it.
And then, her phone rang! It was her husband, my brother. That was enough to break us from our trance. I left her room to give her some privacy. What else can I do? We were getting closer, that’s for sure. I knew something was going to happen sooner or later between us.
I was worried that it might affect our relationship and our family. She came out after an hour and was back to her charming self. She came and sat near me and said, “Thank you da, you were very supportive to me these two days. Your future wife will be very lucky to have you.”
I wanted to tell her that I didn’t want a future wife. I want her, and I want her now, and I want her forever. But guess what, I didn’t say anything. We were closer than before after that moment when she shared her past with me. But nothing interesting happened for a few weeks.
And then, one day, out of nowhere, something happened. It was destined to happen and should have happened long back. It took its own sweet time, but it happened. She walked in on me when I was masturbating. Yes! She walked in on me. I was in my room and was horny that day.
I had my boxers down till my knees and was stroking my penis. All I can remember was the door opened. She walked in and saw me, with my penis in my hand. Our eyes met, and there was some shock in her eyes. I think I noticed this hunger in her eyes when she saw my penis.
I don’t know what came to her mind. She apologized and went to her room with a series of sorries. I was so embarrassed. I concealed myself in my room for the next few hours. I didn’t know what to do or how to face her now. After some time, there was a knock on my door, and she asked if I was decent.
I wanted to kill myself then in embarrassment. I said yes! She walked in and sat near me. Her face looked like she wanted to start laughing or make fun of me. I told her, “If you laughed, I’m going to kill you.” After all that was a stupid thing to say, she burst out laughing. Finally, she stopped laughing.
She said, “It’s okay, mama, it’s normal,” and that she didn’t see much of anything. How is that even possible? She stared at my penis for a few seconds. I saw her eyes glued to my penis. I knew it was a lie. Then out of nowhere, she asked me who I was thinking about when doing it?
I was thinking about her, but how can I tell her that? I told her I was not going to answer her questions for free. “If I tell you, I get to ask you one question in return.” She said okay. I gathered some courage and told her it was you who I was thinking about when I was masturbating.
She hit me in my arm and said, “Wait! What?” I just told her I was thinking about her when I stroked my penis. Now it’s my turn to ask her. I asked her, “Do you touch yourself?” She looked me in the eyes like she was going to murder me. After a sweet long pause, she said yes.
I can see shyness on her face. I had a thousand follow-up questions. But she said enough of your questions I won’t answer anything else. Next time lock your door when you are being bad. Then she gets up from my bed. She left with a naughty smile on her face.
She had left something on the kitchen stove and left to check on it quickly. When she came back, she knocked on the door and asked if she could come in. Usually, we don’t knock on each other’s doors nowadays. She did this to make fun of me intentionally.
I told her this was too much, and she started to laugh again. I told her that she had had sex with two guys and had enjoyed it a lot in her life. I have not done anything at all and all I can do is masturbate. So stop making fun of me with a serious face.
She got mad at me and pushed me to my bed, and started to hit me. She was asking me to take back what I had just said. I said that I wouldn’t take it back. She pinned me down and was sitting on top of me now, pinning both my hands to the bed.
She looked me in the eye and said, “I know you masturbate with my panties.” I was taken aback by that. How did she find out? I was so careful with that stuff. She said that she found me sneaking in the laundry room one night and then sneaking back after an hour again.
So she went to our laundry room to check what I was doing there. She started to laugh again. Now she was mocking me, and I was embarrassed that I got caught. I said sorry. I had turned my face to the side in embarrassment to show her that I had lost and to let me go.
She then did the unexpected. She let go of my hands and fell on me. She was sitting on my stomach, pinning me to my bed. She was kneeling on the bed with her legs on both my sides and pinning my hands to the sides of my head. Now she let go of my hands and fell on me.
Her head hit my chest. She hugged me tightly. Her boobs were crushed between us. I was taken by surprise and didn’t expect this to happen. She then said, “Don’t be ashamed of anything, idiot. You can have my panties if you want to. You are the closest friend I had in my life, and I don’t want to lose you.”
I hugged her back. My sister-in-law is lying on top of me, saying that I can use her panties to masturbate. That was the best thing that had happened to me in years. She then said, “Let’s have a line and not cross it,” cause she didn’t want to cheat my brother. I said okay but didn’t let her go or remove my hold on her.
We both then broke our hug and went together to have dinner. I knew we were getting closer and closer. I didn’t want to spoil the pace at which it was happening and let her go. I was bold enough to take her panties and masturbate with them from that incident.
She didn’t catch me again after that incident. But I guess she knew what I was doing and wanted to give me some space. Did you guys notice something? I told her that she had sex with two guys during our fight, and she was not mad at me. I mean, she was not mad at me on a serious note.
Only the thickest of friends can make comments like this to each other without hurting. Cause the other would know that it was said only to stir them funnily, and there is no harm in it. She was that comfortable with me, and so was I.
Nothing noteworthy happened for the next few weeks.
But we both continued to sleep together, and occasional hugs and kisses(on cheeks) were also part of the happenings. Our daily morning workouts and weekend drinking sessions had also become part of our life in lockdown. And yes, I did use her panties and bra now and then to satisfy my hunger.
But I didn’t get a chance to do it in front of her or ask her for her fresh panties.
It was just another Friday night right after our booze session. I went to the laundry room to masturbate, but her laundry bin was empty. We had just washed it all the day before, and today’s pair must be somewhere in her room.
I wanted to masturbate so badly, so I decided to ask her this time and went to her room. She was on the phone and signaled me to sit near her till she completed her phone call. I was so horny and wanted to push her to the bed, removed her shorts.
I took her panties away from her right away to quell my hunger. But then I decided to do what she had asked me to do and sat there. Finally, she ended her call and asked me what had happened da? I told her bluntly that her laundry bin was empty. I thought she would laugh or make fun of me.
But to my surprise, she said, “I will give you my panties, but I want to see you do it.” Now that was unexpected. I have never done it in front of anyone before that. I agreed. My penis was already at its peak hardness and poking, creating a tent in my briefs. There was a slight smile on her face.
I was waiting for her to give me her panties. She did something that I never expected would happen. She removed her bra without removing her t-shirt and threw it at me. If you guys haven’t seen a girl remove her bra without removing her t-shirt in front of you, then I suggest you experience it.
It’s way hotter than just seeing her remove it all at once and be naked in front of you. The teasing made my penis twitch. Now she was there in her t-shirt without her bra. She then removed her shorts and kept them near me. I was already sniffing her bra, and that was making my penis leak pre cum.
My briefs had developed a wet patch on it by now. She was in her panties now with a t-shirt and no bra. Her nipples were poking against the thin fabric of her tee. I was scanning the beauty right in front of me from top to bottom. It was an experience that cannot be described in mere words.
I wanted to touch her smooth and naked thighs that were right in front of me. I pulled my penis out of my boxers. It had become so wet, and there was pre cum leaking at the tip glittering in the dim yellow light we had in that room. Her eyes moved towards my exposed penis.
I could see the hunger in her eyes. I guess my eyes would have shown the same hunger from her point of view. I extended my hand to feel her thighs and touched her. She let me touch her for a few minutes. She didn’t push me away. I have an average-sized penis with a pinkish head and brownish shaft.
Her eyes were glued to my penis. I knew this was not her first penis, but something was there, grabbing her attention. I was so glad that I had this effect on her. About her thighs, which I had been caressing for quite some time now, soft is not the right word.
It was so smooth and soft, making any guy kiss and suck it. Yeah! I wanted to suck every square inch of her thigh. Breaking both our trances, she caught my hand and removed it from her thigh. She said, “Now that you have touched me, you have lost your chance to see,” and covered herself with her bedsheet.
I was cursing myself. Had I controlled myself for another few minutes, I might have had a chance to see her naked. I pleaded with her to let me see her, but it would be her if stubbornness had another form. She said strict NO. She removed her panties from inside her bedsheet and gave them to me.
I knew she was naked inside her bedsheet. She had covered up to her stomach. I could also see her nipples that are hard poking her tee. All this was making me so fucking horny. Now I had both her bra and panties with me. She was looking at me with eagerness in her eyes.
I took her bra and smelled it. It smelled of her. She was watching me closely. I sucked it exactly where her nipples would have been to show her I wanted to suck her nipples. I used my lips and tongue to suck her dirty bra.
The last time I did this, I held back a little cause that was my first time. I was a bit shy. This time I didn’t pull back any punches. I was fully into it. There was no shame or guilt at that particular moment. She was looking at me, and our eyes met.
There was something that was happening between us. I was not sure if it was love or lust. But nothing mattered to me at that moment. Then I took her panties, she had worn them for a day now, and it had her smell all over it. I took it to my nose and smelled it without taking away my eye contact from her.
It had this musky smell in a good way. I liked it. It made my penis even harder. I would even sell my soul to the devil to have this each day, every day. She was still looking at me, her pupils were dilated, and I could see that she was breathing heavily. I knew she was aroused, the same way that I am horny now.
I sucked her panty, where her dirty pussy would have been just a few moments ago. She now knows that I wanted to open her legs up and eat her. I licked and sucked her panties with a passion for showing her how much I wanted her. I wanted to show her what I would do to her if she let me.
I then wrapped her panty on my penis and started to stroke. Her nipples were at their peak hardness by now, poking her t-shirt. If only she would allow me to suck her nipples! I wanted to push her in bed and suck her nipples over her tee. I was stroking my cock at a much faster pace now.
I asked her to touch herself. I told her, “Sree, Don’t say anything, don’t think about anything else, touch your body. I want to see you touch yourself. I want to see you do it now.”
She did the unexpected. She kept her fingers at the top of her slender neck and brushed it down along her tee, over her boobs touching her nipples on the way till her tummy. She was teasing me. That was evident. Then when she came to her boobs, she circled her fingers over her nipples to tease me.
Her nipples were poking her thin fabric as if it would tear her t-shirt soon. She does know how to tease a guy, that’s for sure. Her other hand was inside the bedsheet making circular motions. It was hot to see her do that. I was leaking, and she must be leaking like a tap inside her bedsheet.
I started to stroke my penis harder, wondering how wet she would be inside that bedsheet. I told her I wanted to touch her. She replied, “Shut up, mama.” I again told her I wanted to eat you. Shut up was all she said again. I pulled her leg out of her bedsheet and kept it on my lap.
I made her fingers brush my cock while I was stroking it. That feeling was surreal, her feet against my slippery wet cock. I think it aroused her even more. I saw her close her eyes and arch her back with one hand holding the edge of her bed. I knew she was at her edge.
I knew she would reach her orgasm soon. She was pressing her boobs with her other hand, and then there was a loud moan. She fell to the bed, her body shivering. I can feel her feet shivering in contact with my penis. That moment was enough for me to cum. The release was so exciting.
I started to cum. The first shot landed on her feet. I tried to cover my penis with her panties to stop it from spoiling the bedsheet. And then I fell to the bed exhausted.
She hugged me. I can feel her still shivering from the last orgasm that she just had. She was inside her bedsheet, covered till her hips, but my penis was out naked, and she hugged me. Her t-shirt had risen a little, and my limp penis was touching her navel.
She knew I was dirty cause I had just cum, but she didn’t mind. I hugged her tightly, intending never to let her go.
A brief intro about my family. Dad, Mom, Me and my younger brother. Dad is a businessman and used to travel a lot. Mom is a homemaker. My brother works in an IT firm. I am a business man. We are from the southern part of India.
My brother moved to Bangalore a few years back for his job. Eventually, when another branch of my business was supposed to open up , I got an option to move to Bangalore. Since my brother was already there, I was happy to move. My parents were in our hometown.
For almost 3 years, my brother and I stayed together. We didn’t have any restrictions or anyone to control us. We used to roam at night, attend parties, go on long drives, and have a lot of fun. He even used to bring his girlfriend home during weekends. I kept it a secret from my parents.
He was good with girls. On the other hand, I never had a girlfriend till now. I have seen them kissing and cuddling. Probably he would have had sex with her. At least they didn’t do it when I was around. After a year or so, his girlfriend’s parents wanted to get her married.
But they didn’t like my brother and the other reason was also that i was not married at that time which also for some reason made them to not like our family. She left him as she didn’t want to marry him against their wishes. My brother was heartbroken. A couple of years passed, eventually, my parents forced me to marry but as my business was just growing i did not want to marry, but they found a match for my brother, and he got married.
But then he didn’t love his wife like he did his girlfriend. Or at least that is what it felt like to me. I have never seen them romance as he did with his ex-gf in front of me. Or maybe that’s how married people are, confined to boundaries, who knows!
My SIL is a sweet, caring, homely and understanding person. She works as an HR. She is a bit short, shorter than me, at least I am 5.8, and has a wonderful smile.
Once they got married, I moved out and found a small flat. I used to visit them on alternate weekends. Staying alone, I channeled my inner chef. To did cook some amazing dishes. I mastered cooking mutton biryani. When I visit my brother and SIL, I cook and impress them with my culinary skills.
Within a few months of their marriage, my brother got an onsite opportunity, leaving for the USA. He would settle down in a few months, and my SIL will also travel. For a few months, my SIL had to stay alone. I used to visit her on weekends.
When you plan something, life will plan something else for you. It was 2020 March, and there were rumors about an emergency lockdown. No one took it seriously initially since we have never seen anything like this before.
My brother is in the USA. My parents are in our hometown, some 800 km away. My SIL and I were stuck in Bangalore in two different places. Within a few days, the government declared nationwide lockdown. We didn’t know how long this lockdown was going to last.
After discussing with my parents and my SIL, my brother insisted that both (me and my SIL) stay at his home until this is all over. I was okay with this because I could take care of my SIL, and we shared a good relationship
So, we had a day to prepare and buy all the essential items. I left from office early that day. I picked up my SIL. We went grocery shopping and bought what we thought was enough to survive for a few weeks.
I never imagined that my life would change in a few months. So, the first day of lockdown began.
Day 1
It was the first day after lockdown. I consider myself an early riser. I woke up at 6 AM and usually went for a jog. But remember! Lockdown! We live on the 24th floor. I had no other option but to do my early morning workout session inside our home.
All I did was pack a pair of dumbbells and a pull-up bar. I started my workout and ended it after 2 hours by 8 AM. On the other hand, My SIL goes to bed late and usually wakes up at 9 or 10 AM. So, I decided to have a quick bath and cook breakfast.
Eventually, she woke up at 9 AM and came out of her room. I asked her to freshen up and come to have breakfast. She was shocked that I had prepared our breakfast and asked me when I woke up and stuff. We had our breakfast, and I went to my room (the guest room) to start my work for that day.
Later, I volunteered to cook lunch, and she helped me cut veggies, and I prepared lunch. I had visited my brother and SIL quite a few times. But it was weird with just the both of us confined in a concrete jungle, for God only knows how long. A few days passed, and things weren’t getting any better.
Day 5
It was already Friday. My usual routine on the weekend would be to buy booze and drink till I sleep off. Then continue this the next day. My SIL knows that I drink. It was around 8 PM, and I was too bored. I asked my SIL if she would mind if I had a few drinks.
She said, “No issues, da, think of this as your place.” I took a bottle of vodka. I haven’t told you my SIL’s name till now, right? It is Sreenidhii. My brother and people close to her used to call her Sree. I call her di.
So, she sat with me, and we were browsing through OTT content as to what to watch. We started talking about random stuff. I was into my third round. She said she wanted to try drinking, but my brother never allowed her. During her college days, she tasted beer and didn’t like it because it was bitter.
I told her that she could try and I won’t tell my brother. Since it was her first time, I made her a screwdriver (Orange Tropicana juice + vodka). So, we both started sipping on our drinks and talking random stuff. After a drink, since it was her first time, she felt a bit tipsy and started to open up a little.
Our chat moved from strict BIL/SIL to friends’ kind of chat. We chatted till midnight, and I had no idea how the time flew. I never thought she was this fun. And I also thought that this drinking idea was a one-time deal. But life again proved that it had planned something else for the both of us.
End of almost a month in lockdown, and it’s just another Friday:
There were no updates as to when the lockdown would be lifted. We were binge-watching and having our weekend fun with some booze. She asked me if she was becoming fat, which surprised me. I had never measured her. I mean, not even with my eyes.
I said I don’t know. She stood up in front of me like a model with her hands on her hips. She asked me if she was looking fat. My eyes started to scan her. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and a track. Her t-shirt hugged her shape, and her track pant was a bit loose.
For the first time, I felt something different when seeing her. I knew it was wrong, and I took my eyes away from her. She was a bit drunk and asked me again if she had become fat. I said, “Yeah, you have put a little bit of weight but not too much.”
She held her tummy in her hands. She didn’t have a big tummy but a small amount of fat enough to hold with her fingers. She said that I was lying and she had put on a lot of weight. She also said it’s my Biryani that is making her fat. I laughed at her comments.
She sat down, and after a few minutes, she said, “Probably I should start working out with you.” I thought she was saying all this because she is drunk and didn’t take it seriously. Then we were chatting about other random stuff. We both had a good time, or at least I did.
Next Monday
To my surprise, on Monday morning, when I woke up at 6 AM, she was there waiting for me in a t-shirt and a legging. I was shocked to see her up so early. Maybe she wasn’t that drunk the other day when she said he wanted to work out.
I have never been a trainer for anyone before. She is asking me to train her and make her lose some kilos or reduce the fat in some places. We started with some warm-ups, and then I started doing my pushups. She stood there watching me for some time.
Now it’s her turn. She tried to do a pushup and fell to the floor miserably. I started laughing and told her that it had happened to everyone the first time. My trainer used a towel to support me when I started. She said, “Okay, let’s do it,” and threw her towel in my face.
That’s the first time I smelled her or at least her towel. I don’t know what girls do with their dresses or towels. It just smells so good. If you don’t believe me, try to smell a guy’s towel. It’s probably not going to stink, but it’s not going to smell anything good, that’s for sure.
Her towel smelled so nice. She called my name, broke me from my trance, and asked if we would do it or stand there staring. I asked her to stand in a pushup position put the towel around her mid-section. I held it in my hand and asked her to try now.
When she went down, I asked her to push up with all her strength, and I will help her the rest of the way. She was so happy that she completed one pushup, and we did a few more reps. Later we moved to my pull-up bar. I did some 30 pull-ups, and she was standing there and watching me all that time.
Now it’s her turn, and I was so sure she won’t be able to do one full pull-up since it’s her first time. Like I had predicted, she failed. She was looking at me to come up with an idea to help her. I asked her to hang in the pull-up bar and bend her knees a little and cross her legs too.
She was shit scared that she would fall. I assured her I wouldn’t let that happen. I stood in front of her, and then it hit me. I have to hold her hips to support her. I didn’t think of this or plan any of this till now. Maybe it’s totally fine to touch someone when you help them work out in the western world.
But the way I was raised, it’s all taboo. You don’t touch your SIL, let alone hold her hips. I stood there doing nothing with all these thoughts in my head. She asked me if we were going to stand there all day. I tried to act professionally as a trainer, holding her by her hips.
The whole world slowed down around me. This is the first time I am touching a girl. The first part that I touched was her hips. Her t-shirt had risen above a bit since she was hanging, and her hips were exposed a little. My pinky finger was in contact with her bare skin.
I am sure she would have felt my warm hands in her hips but didn’t mind or do anything about it. She was so soft to the touch. Her smell, along with her sweat, was intoxicating. I instructed her to and that I would support her in the whole process.
She must be around 55kgs or so, around 5ft. When she pulled up, her breasts crossed my eye level. As she rose higher, now her stomach was at my eye level. She had worn her legging a bit higher, I guess. It covered her belly button completely. I could see a small portion of her stomach.
I was getting horny. She said one more and tried to pull up. I had to move closer to her and hold her to support her weight. I could sniff her more now, and she smelled so damn good. With all these workouts, she was sweating. Her t-shirt was hugging her.
I could see the outline of her bra, where it started and where it ended on her rib section. Her nipples were partially hard, poking a little bit. I started to get a boner and wondered if she felt the same way that I did. I told her that was enough for day one and left for my room.
I had a shower, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. This incident changed the way I looked at her. I started to stroke my dick thinking of her sweaty t-shirt, her smell, her bra outline. The way her t-shirt was hugging her body drenched in sweat.
Her partially hard nipples were poking just a little bit. The feeling of my fingers touching her bare and soft skin, I can’t get it out of my mind. Within a few minutes, I came so hard, and then the guilt hit me. What am I even doing? She is my sister-in-law, which can spoil our whole relationship.
Tuesday
The next day she was there again at sharp 6 AM. She wore another t-shirt which was a bit loose today, and a legging. So many thoughts were there in my mind. Is she wearing it loose because she didn’t want me to touch her bare skin?
We did the same set of workouts that day. I had to help her with her pushups and pull-ups. I couldn’t handle the way she smelled. It was so nice and intoxicating. The loose t-shirt was clinging to her body, outlining her shape. I can see her bra today.
Since her t-shirt was loose and longer, I couldn’t see her skin during pull-ups. I was disappointed. But once drenched in sweat, her bra outline was visible, and I could exactly pinpoint where her nipples were. My mind was playing cat and mouse with me.
Thoughts, a lot of thoughts started to rush into my head. I wanted to suck her nipples over her dress. The feeling was arousing. But I was also shit scared of what she will think of me or what would happen to our relationship if she found out all this or told my brother.
Once we were done with our workout, I went to the shower and masturbated, thinking about her. I came so hard. I knew if we were going to do this workout every day, I would end up masturbating in my shower every day. I was wondering if she felt even half of what I was feeling.
Of course, she won’t. Why would she? She is married to someone else. It was a different feeling for me. I loved being around her, and I wanted it never to stop. I wanted the lockdown to be extended forever. I knew all this was wrong, but the guilt was reducing day by day, and my feeling for her was taking over.
Thursday
So, it was Thursday, and it was my cardio day. She was all set for doing pushups. But I told her no pushups today. We are going to do something different. With her puppy eyes staring at me, she was eagerly waiting for me to show her what was next.
“We will stand facing each other so that you can copy and follow what I am doing.” I also showed her a sample of all the workouts we will do in this 45-minute session. I also told her not to worry if she could not complete each workout.
The goal is to do whatever she can for how many reps she is comfortable with. Then I hit the timer on. She was trying hard to keep up. The third exercise was jumping jacks. I could see her breasts bouncing inside her t-shirt. The bra she was wearing didn’t do a good job holding those beauties in place.
She had big boobs guess she didn’t have a sports bra. Why would she even have a sports bra? She has never done any workout in her entire life or gone to the gym ever. I was distracted, and my eyes were glued to her bouncing breasts.
She stopped doing her workout, saying she couldn’t keep up and fell to the floor. I smiled at her, assured her that it was okay, and continued doing my workout. She sat there trying to catch her breath and watched me throughout.
I wondered if she stopped cause she couldn’t keep up or if she caught me staring at her bouncing breasts?
Friday
So, it’s Friday again, and it’s drinking day. We both settled in front of the TV with drinks in our hands. We started to chat and binge-watching our favorite series. After an hour, she told me her legs were aching from the workout. I assured her that it was normal and would reduce in another couple of days.
But a massage or a hot shower would help. I was eagerly waiting for her to choose massage so that I could feel her up without getting caught. Instead, she said, “No, da, I am too lazy and a bit drunk to take a bath now.” I couldn’t wait and said I didn’t mind giving her a massage.
Her eyes were glued to the tv, and she just said OKAY. I was surprised that she agreed. The hard part in any relationship is knowing what the other person is thinking. I didn’t know what she was thinking. She had no clue how I think about her or that I masturbate thinking about her these days.
We were sitting on the floor near our living room. I caught her leg and dragged her closer. She laughed and asked if I was showing off my strength by pulling her. I kept her right leg resting on my lap. Her left leg was folded, and she was sitting closer to me, sipping her drink.
I touched her feet. This is the first time I am touching a girl’s feet. She had kept her nails painted with green nail polish, and it looked good on her. I massaged her feet and told her to stop me if the pressure was too much or hurt. I wanted to kiss her feet.
My mind was already playing a movie in my head where I was kissing her feet. While I was massaging her feet, I told her bras are designed for workouts, and we would get it once the lockdown is lifted. I have no idea why I said that as if she doesn’t know that sports bras existed.
I cursed myself for saying it. ‘Mmmm,’ was all she could mutter. Now she knows I was staring at her breasts a day back while doing her jumping jacks. Why would I even make that comment!? Maybe I was a bit drunk, or maybe she is drunk too and wouldn’t mind or take it easy.
Massaging her feet, I slowly moved up. She was wearing track pants. I moved my hands to her calf muscle over her dress. I started to knead them softly and then increased the pressure slowly. Her eyes were glued to the TV, and she was sipping her drink.
I asked her where else does it hurt? I wanted her to point at her thighs so that I could touch her more. She did the same, raised her hand and pointed at her thighs. I kept both my hands at her knees. I slowly started at her bottom thigh and worked my way up till her mid-thigh.
I didn’t have the guts to move beyond that. I moved my hands back to her knees again. This time I applied a bit more pressure. She held my hands and said, “Aah.” I told her to try and tolerate this pain to help relax her stiffness.
She didn’t remove her hand from my hands but then nodded. My hands are average size. But I can cover the whole length of her thighs in three full presses with my hand. I slowly pressed her lower thigh, increased the pressure, and then released the pressure slowly.
Each time I did that, She would arch her back and sound with her eyes closed. It was so sexy to watch her like that. I am not a sadist or anything. But the way she moved it was so sexy to watch. I moved my hand up a bit and held her mid-thigh section.
I applied the same pressure slowly. Her grip on my hand increased, indicating that it was hurting. I have seen a lot of porn. The way she arched her body looked like how girls arch when a guy slowly inserts his penis inside her. I was comparing this pain to that pleasure.
I moved my hands a bit higher to hold her upper thigh. I am sure that my hand brushed her vulva. I have no idea how to describe that feeling, the one you get when you touch a girl for the first time. The way the heart races, the touch, the feel everything about it feels so so so good.
I slowly glanced at her to check her reaction. She was still arching her back and had her eyes closed. I pressed her thighs with the same pressure and released them slowly. I told her, “It’s over. You can relax now.” She tried to move her legs and see how she felt.
She moved her right leg much more easily now. She removed her right leg from my lap and placed her left leg. I did the same with her left leg. My mind was telling me to try and touch her more this time. I decided to push my luck. I pushed my index finger slightly higher when I reached her upper thigh.
I saw a small jerk from her body. Between my hand and her vulva, all that was a thin track pant and probably a panty. Before she could react, I pressed her thighs again. She arched back, closing her eyes. My fingers were pressing against her vaginal lips. I held it there for a few seconds and released it slowly.
I was slowly taking advantage of her. But I didn’t want to force myself or hurt her. Before she could open her eyes, I took my hands off her body. I asked if she was feeling better. She nodded. There were no hints in her face of anger or anything else that would get me into trouble.
I told myself that I was safe for now. We were getting comfortable with each other. At the end of the massage, I didn’t want to push any further. I told her I was feeling sleepy and headed to my room to jack off. I was so hard after brushing my hands on her privates.
Imagination is the root cause of all problems. In my case, I didn’t know if this would become a problem or a blessing. I won’t stop imagining things. All I can think of is having her all for myself. It was becoming so hard to hide all these emotions from my face when I was with her.
It was Saturday. I woke up late and felt like I had nothing to do that day. I couldn’t go out because of the lockdown. I decided to start my booze session early. It was around noon. When she woke up and came to the living room, I held a glass in my hand and watched TV.
She was surprised to see me drinking so early. She said, “Someone is having a good time already,” and laughed. She said her legs were feeling better after yesterday’s session and thanked me. I saw her in the same pink t-shirt that she wore most days. I asked her if this was her favorite dress.
She giggled and said, “No. I have other dresses. But I am not sure if I can wear them around since it will be awkward.” I asked her again what she was saying. She said it’s mostly shorts or skirts, which are shorter, and tops were either crop/tank tops.
“I used to wear all those when your brother was around. You are my… brother-in-law. I am not sure what you would think of me.”
I didn’t know how to reply. There was an awkward silence. She got a call from my brother. She left for her room to talk with her husband. Wait, Why did she pause before saying ‘brother-in-law?’
Lol. She just said she was not comfortable around me. All I can think is the pause before saying, ‘brother-in-law.’ I smiled to myself and got back to what I was doing, drinking.
The rest of the day was fruitless. She was busy with some of her stuff. I was glued to the TV, sipping my booze to stay intoxicated. By evening she came to me and asked if she could join. I poured her a drink, and we both sat in our usual spot, ready to chit chat.
I was already drunk at this point. I said something that started to change our relationship. At least, I think this laid the foundation for our relationship. I think this is the incident that made us comfortable around each other.
“Sree!” Yes, I called her by her short name to be precise. She turned towards me in shock. There was shock written all over her face. I usually call her thangachi (sister in my native language). But I tried to act casually.
She responded with a “tell me da.” I asked her can we at least be friends. She started laughing and said we were already friends. The booze gave me the boost I needed to get over the fear or nervousness between us. And since she was laughing, I was sure that she was not mad at me for calling her Sree.
“If we are already friends, why do you feel uncomfortable around me? I want you to be yourself around me. I want us to be the best of friends. Also, starting now, I will call you Sree and you are going to call me mama.”
She extended her hands towards me and pointed her pinky finger at me. I had no clue what this meant. She started laughing. She caught my hand, pulled out my pinky and wrapped it around her pinky and said, “Pinky-promise.” Yep, that was the first time I made a pinky promise.
Days started to pass, and there were no signs of lockdown relaxation. She got comfortable around me and started to wear shorts. Her crop tops, tank tops and skirts and I was feasting on her with my eyes. The first time I saw her in shorts was during our workout session.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her smooth legs. I wouldn’t call it slender, but then, it looked stunning with the right amount of fat in her thighs. We were also doing all household chores either together or switched between each other on alternate days.
The days I enjoy the most are laundry days. I would get both our baskets of clothes to put into the washer and dry it after. Sometimes when I take her basket of clothes, and she is busy, that would be my window of opportunity. I would search for her panties or sweat-soaked t-shirts and leggings.
Her bra had a unique smell, something I had never smelt before. Sometimes I would even find stains on her panties. I wonder if that is what my brother’s doing, or she gets excited by being around me sometimes. Or is it was something that made her wet, or did she masturbate!
I wanted to steal one of her dirty panties and stroke my penis till I cum with it. But then I was afraid of getting caught. She could walk in on me any time. Once I even pulled out my penis and wrapped her panty on it to have a feel of it. It felt amazing.
I was lost in the moment and stroked my penis a few times but had to put it back before getting caught quickly. I was devising a plan to get close to her or touch her. None of the ideas were good enough to do without getting caught. The only way I had was to continue our massage sessions and see where that takes us.
I waited for an opportunity where she would wear shorts or a skirt one day. Then that day, try to offer her a massage to see if she allows me to do it. The way I imagined in my head, that would be a treat. We continued our weekdays with regular morning workout sessions.
Next Friday, we were halfway through our drinking session. I asked her how are your legs were. She said it hurts a little. She was wearing shorts that day. It ended somewhere around her mid-thigh, in fact, a little above her mid-thigh. I was not used to seeing girls wearing dresses like this.
I have seen it in movies, but living in that moment was different. I thought it was time to step up play my friend card. “Sree, before we go to bed, I will give you a proper massage. You will feel better tomorrow.” Yes, I did it. I played my ‘friend’ card. She was so cool with it. She said okay.
I was on cloud nine. I have been waiting for this for a long time now. She got a call from her parents and started to talk with them. I thought this might be the right moment and pulled her by her legs like I did the other day. She kept one finger on her lips to say, ‘Shh.’
Since she was on a call with her parents, I started to knead her feet like I started the other day. Imagine this, a beautiful girl wearing shorts exposing her legs till her mid-thigh and her legs are in my lap. I can touch her, and I won’t get caught, or she won’t think bad about me.
This is the closest I have been to any girl till now. I kept my face glued to her legs, admiring and was massaging her legs. I wanted to see if she would stop me at any point in time. Touching her bare skin was so arousing. If I hadn’t worn innerwear, my boxers would have done a poor job concealing my tent.
She was done talking with her parents. I wanted to push my luck. I told her if she could lie down face down. I also wanted to massage her back and then her quads. I expected her to say, ‘No need da this is enough,’ and end it. But to my surprise, she said OKAY.
She lay facing the floor on our couch. That’s the first time I saw her ass this close. We have had workout sessions together. But she was facing me most of the time, or at least some distance between me and her ass. But this, so close to my face, plumb.
I wanted to touch her ass. But if I do it now, I will get a tight slap from her. So, I started to massage her from her feet. I started to move my hands from her quads to almost near her ass. I knew that If I moved my hands between her legs, closer to her ass, I was going to feel her vulva.
I did the same. My fingers brushed her, I am sure that I touched her outer vaginal lips, and she should have felt it. She didn’t react. I was so happy she didn’t react. She has been away from her husband for months now. The last time she had sex should be before my brother left.
Is she longing for a guy’s touch? I wanted to push my luck further. I asked her if I could sit on top of her to massage her back easily. “Mmm,” was all she could mutter. I climbed on top of her. I sat with my legs on both sides without applying my body weight to her.
But she could feel my body on top of her. I rested just near her quads to have space to rest my super hard penis without touching her. All I wanted to do now was remove my boxers pull my cock out. Then insert it between her legs, close to her vagina over her shorts and dry fuck her till I cum.
I touched her mid-back, somewhere around the spine and massaged her. Once near her lower spine, I used my two thumbs to massage her spine. I started to move to the top of her spine. Once I crossed her mid-back, I had to lean my body forward for a better reach.
The tip of my hard penis started to touch her ass. She should have felt it, that’s for sure. Who wouldn’t notice a hard pole sticking onto their soft ass cheeks? But she didn’t do anything about it. I kept it there for some time, poking her ass cheeks, but I didn’t stop what I was doing.
I know I have crossed another line now. I ended the massage and told her to start paying me for massages like this. She smiled at me got up from the couch. She caught my head with both hands and kissed me on my cheeks. She said, “Here is your payment.”
She took her mobile and disappeared into her room as nothing had happened. My world froze. She kissed me. It was just a peck on my cheeks, but a kiss is a kiss, and this is my first kiss. I was so happy. Once I ensured that her door was locked, I sneaked into the laundry room.
I took one of her panties and came inside my room, and masturbated with this. Her smell from the panty, her kiss just minutes before, poking her ass with my penis, brushing my fingers on her vaginal lips. All these images came to my head. Trust me, that was the best orgasm I had had in ages. Soon I ejaculated.
Her panty was covered in my cum. The next day I again sneaked into the laundry room and buried her soiled panty with the other clothes before getting caught. This was easily one of the best days of my life.
It was a few weeks later on a Thursday. The next day was some local holiday, so we had kind of had a long weekend. Nothing noteworthy happened during this period. But we had a regular workout, drinking, cooking and massage sessions. I never pushed my luck other than rubbing my fingers on her pussy.
On Thursday night, we finished our work early. We planned to watch a movie with a tub of homemade popcorn. She has become comfortable around me. When this lockdown started, we sat with at least 5 feet gap between us. But now we are friends. We sat close to each other. I can smell her that close.
It was raining outside like cats and dogs, and then the power went off. We were just 10 or 15 minutes into the movie, and then this happened. POWER CUT, yes, welcome to Indian households. So, we both were stuck with each other, with no power. That is when I realized how much technology is spoiling us.
If every couple turned off the power in their home for a day in a week and talked to each other, the divorce rate would reduce. She went to the kitchen, lit a candle, and returned to me. I don’t want to get into the details of how beautiful she looked with a candle walking towards me. But it was nostalgic.
There is something romantic about candles and power cuts and two people. We were thinking of how to kill our time. I suggested that we play ‘Truth or Dare.’ She was super excited. To make things spicier, I said, “Let’s get drunk and play truth or dare.” She was game, and I ran to my room to get booze.
She wanted to go first, and I chose truth. I expected that she would ask this. Do you have a girlfriend? My answer was quite simple: a big NO. I was one of those guys who would put a status every Valentine’s day like “Forever single.” She asked if it is now or if you never had a girlfriend.
I said, “Sree, you get one chance each round to either truth/dare me, and you have exhausted yours. Now it was my turn.” I asked her truth/dare, and she chose truth. “Did you have any boyfriends before your marriage?”
I guess she probably didn’t expect this question. I can see that she thought about what to say. “Sree, aren’t we friends? And friends shouldn’t lie, and you shouldn’t lie in a truth/dare game. If you don’t want to answer, then you should probably make a dare.”
She said, “Yes, I had a boyfriend.” Now I wanted to know her story, but then remember! Only one question at a time. Now it’s her turn. I was waiting for a follow-up question from her. But she said she was not feeling well and wanted to sleep, got up and left.
I was confused. I asked her if I said something wrong or my fault!? She didn’t say anything and left for her room. I cursed myself for spoiling her mood. But I had no idea what I did to hurt her or why she left.
To all the girls out there, why do you do this? Get up and leave, leaving the guy confused or clueless about what had happened? I would love to hear your take or views on this point.
The next morning she didn’t come for our workout session as well. Her door was locked. I was worried and wanted to check on her. But I wanted to give her some space. So I decided not to disturb her and prepare breakfast. She would have heard the sound of me turning on the mixie, and she came out of her room.
She asked me if I needed any help. I could see her face was still a bit sad. She used to wear eyeliner regularly after her bath. That had washed away, showing that she had cried. I said, “No. If you are not feeling well take a rest. I will cook and call you.”
I felt so bad I called her thangachi (sister in my native language) instead of Sree. She left without saying anything. She came out for breakfast and again for lunch, but we didn’t talk much. By evening I was sitting in our living room on our couch, and she came and sat near me.
I initiated a conversation. “Sorry if I had said something that hurt you.” She started to cry. I had no idea why she was crying. This was the first time I saw her cry or seen any girl cry in front of me. I moved near her and sat with our shoulders touching, putting one hand around her to console her.
She rested her head on my shoulder. There was just silence for almost another hour. I caught her hands and caressed them. The way she rested on my shoulder, her boobs were almost crashing into my arms. But I didn’t get hard, or I didn’t feel anything else.
All I cared about was her. I wanted her to stop crying. I guess lust and love have a fine line between them. After an hour, I told her that we could sleep on the couch itself tonight. I would be with her, and I didn’t want her to feel lonely or cry again like this.
I tapped on my lap with my hands, indicating her to lie down on my lap. She stretched her legs to the other side and rested her head on my lap. I took my mobile, surfed some random videos, and ran my fingers through her hair. She slept within minutes.
She had drifted to sleep lying on my lap. I was admiring her beauty. The way she had tucked her hair behind her ears, the way she was breathing. It was all so beautiful to look at. If you are madly in love with someone, even a small thing like seeing them sleep makes you so happy.
I don’t know when I drifted to sleep, but when I woke up, it was 5 AM. I found her sleeping comfortably in my lap. Her head was still in my lap. She had kept both her hands between her thighs. It was so hot seeing her like this. Then there was my morning wood, poking towards her face, so close to her mouth.
She had her lips open a little to allow her to breathe comfortably. If she even moves a little towards me, my penis will brush or poke her lips. I was thinking to myself, wouldn’t it be great if I could put my penis in her mouth and have her blow me?
I wanted my morning wood to settle down before she opened her eyes. To make things worse, her t-shirt had ridden up a little, and her hips were visible. Now I know there is no stopping my penis from attaining its full glory. I moved a little to adjust my position, enough to wake her up.
She woke up with my penis sticking right towards her face. When it’s right in front of your face and inches away from your mouth, it’s hard to miss, right? Would I have enjoyed this sight or been disgusted about it if I were a girl? I had no idea! I couldn’t figure out what was in her head.
She got up and adjusted her dress, and asked if she had slept for a long time. I laughed and said, “It’s the next morning, madam,” and started laughing. She started to hit me playfully and kissed me on my cheeks and said, “Shut up now,” and headed to her room.
I had my eyes glued to her ass swaying away from me. Once she reached her door, she turned back. She must have caught me staring at her ass for sure. She thanked me for taking care of her and disappeared into her room.
So remember! This was a long weekend for us. It was already Saturday, and we were cooking together. I asked her if I was the reason that she cried? She said NO, and added let’s not talk about this now. I could see that she was getting better, but she was still not ready to talk to me about it.
I didn’t want to upset her, so I didn’t push further. It was already evening, and I didn’t see her much for the rest of the day. She had locked herself in her room. I didn’t want this to go on like this forever. I should talk to her and knock on her door.
“Sree. Please let me in.” She opened her door and went back to her bed. This was the first time I was in her bedroom. Her room, being the master bedroom, was bigger than the one I was using. She had taken good care of her room, unlike mine.
Her room itself smelled so good. It smelt of her. I looked around and didn’t know where to sit. I went to her bed and sat on the other side. She was lying facing the other side. I just sat there thinking how to start or what to ask and how to ask.
Out of nowhere, she just said, “His name was Karthik. I met him during my first year in college.” She was ready to tell her story, and I hoped that this might be why she was upset. I took a pillow and made myself comfortable near her.
She continued. “Initially, we were classmates and then friends. During a college trip, he proposed to me. I didn’t know what to say or how to respond at that time. But eventually, I agreed to explore our relationship with him and accepted his proposal.”
“During our third year, all our friends used to gather at my home for night studies. One of those days, my parents were out of the station, and we both had sex. We had sex a few times, and he dumped me during our final year. I was broken, felt cheated, cried a lot, and eventually got over it after a few years.”
“I told myself he didn’t deserve me. I told myself to never cry again for this or think of him or what he did to me. But then, after all these years, you asked me, and it all came back to me, and I cried.” There was silence in the room – nothing else.
She had told me that she had sex with someone before marriage. I don’t think any girl will share an incident like this with another guy after her marriage. Let alone her brother-in-law. We are proper friends now. She trusts me. I decided not to break her heart, no matter what.
I then said, “Sree, he was stupid enough to miss you in his life. He doesn’t deserve you at all.” I put my hands around her and hugged her from behind. Since she was facing the other side, I kissed the back of her head, letting her know I was there for her. I care about her a lot.
Time flew by, and we were still in that position. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I was wearing a boxer and a t-shirt. My hands were near her tummy. We had been lying close for some time now, and my body was reacting to it. I started to breathe heavily. She could feel each of my breaths in her neck.
I could feel her intensity of breath was matching mine. I kissed her just below her neck, the back of her neck, once, twice and then again. My penis was so hard that it was poking just below her ass cheeks. There is no way she didn’t feel it, but she had decided not to do anything about it.
And then, her phone rang! It was her husband, my brother. That was enough to break us from our trance. I left her room to give her some privacy. What else can I do? We were getting closer, that’s for sure. I knew something was going to happen sooner or later between us.
I was worried that it might affect our relationship and our family. She came out after an hour and was back to her charming self. She came and sat near me and said, “Thank you da, you were very supportive to me these two days. Your future wife will be very lucky to have you.”
I wanted to tell her that I didn’t want a future wife. I want her, and I want her now, and I want her forever. But guess what, I didn’t say anything. We were closer than before after that moment when she shared her past with me. But nothing interesting happened for a few weeks.
And then, one day, out of nowhere, something happened. It was destined to happen and should have happened long back. It took its own sweet time, but it happened. She walked in on me when I was masturbating. Yes! She walked in on me. I was in my room and was horny that day.
I had my boxers down till my knees and was stroking my penis. All I can remember was the door opened. She walked in and saw me, with my penis in my hand. Our eyes met, and there was some shock in her eyes. I think I noticed this hunger in her eyes when she saw my penis.
I don’t know what came to her mind. She apologized and went to her room with a series of sorries. I was so embarrassed. I concealed myself in my room for the next few hours. I didn’t know what to do or how to face her now. After some time, there was a knock on my door, and she asked if I was decent.
I wanted to kill myself then in embarrassment. I said yes! She walked in and sat near me. Her face looked like she wanted to start laughing or make fun of me. I told her, “If you laughed, I’m going to kill you.” After all that was a stupid thing to say, she burst out laughing. Finally, she stopped laughing.
She said, “It’s okay, mama, it’s normal,” and that she didn’t see much of anything. How is that even possible? She stared at my penis for a few seconds. I saw her eyes glued to my penis. I knew it was a lie. Then out of nowhere, she asked me who I was thinking about when doing it?
I was thinking about her, but how can I tell her that? I told her I was not going to answer her questions for free. “If I tell you, I get to ask you one question in return.” She said okay. I gathered some courage and told her it was you who I was thinking about when I was masturbating.
She hit me in my arm and said, “Wait! What?” I just told her I was thinking about her when I stroked my penis. Now it’s my turn to ask her. I asked her, “Do you touch yourself?” She looked me in the eyes like she was going to murder me. After a sweet long pause, she said yes.
I can see shyness on her face. I had a thousand follow-up questions. But she said enough of your questions I won’t answer anything else. Next time lock your door when you are being bad. Then she gets up from my bed. She left with a naughty smile on her face.
She had left something on the kitchen stove and left to check on it quickly. When she came back, she knocked on the door and asked if she could come in. Usually, we don’t knock on each other’s doors nowadays. She did this to make fun of me intentionally.
I told her this was too much, and she started to laugh again. I told her that she had had sex with two guys and had enjoyed it a lot in her life. I have not done anything at all and all I can do is masturbate. So stop making fun of me with a serious face.
She got mad at me and pushed me to my bed, and started to hit me. She was asking me to take back what I had just said. I said that I wouldn’t take it back. She pinned me down and was sitting on top of me now, pinning both my hands to the bed.
She looked me in the eye and said, “I know you masturbate with my panties.” I was taken aback by that. How did she find out? I was so careful with that stuff. She said that she found me sneaking in the laundry room one night and then sneaking back after an hour again.
So she went to our laundry room to check what I was doing there. She started to laugh again. Now she was mocking me, and I was embarrassed that I got caught. I said sorry. I had turned my face to the side in embarrassment to show her that I had lost and to let me go.
She then did the unexpected. She let go of my hands and fell on me. She was sitting on my stomach, pinning me to my bed. She was kneeling on the bed with her legs on both my sides and pinning my hands to the sides of my head. Now she let go of my hands and fell on me.
Her head hit my chest. She hugged me tightly. Her boobs were crushed between us. I was taken by surprise and didn’t expect this to happen. She then said, “Don’t be ashamed of anything, idiot. You can have my panties if you want to. You are the closest friend I had in my life, and I don’t want to lose you.”
I hugged her back. My sister-in-law is lying on top of me, saying that I can use her panties to masturbate. That was the best thing that had happened to me in years. She then said, “Let’s have a line and not cross it,” cause she didn’t want to cheat my brother. I said okay but didn’t let her go or remove my hold on her.
We both then broke our hug and went together to have dinner. I knew we were getting closer and closer. I didn’t want to spoil the pace at which it was happening and let her go. I was bold enough to take her panties and masturbate with them from that incident.
She didn’t catch me again after that incident. But I guess she knew what I was doing and wanted to give me some space. Did you guys notice something? I told her that she had sex with two guys during our fight, and she was not mad at me. I mean, she was not mad at me on a serious note.
Only the thickest of friends can make comments like this to each other without hurting. Cause the other would know that it was said only to stir them funnily, and there is no harm in it. She was that comfortable with me, and so was I.
Nothing noteworthy happened for the next few weeks.
But we both continued to sleep together, and occasional hugs and kisses(on cheeks) were also part of the happenings. Our daily morning workouts and weekend drinking sessions had also become part of our life in lockdown. And yes, I did use her panties and bra now and then to satisfy my hunger.
But I didn’t get a chance to do it in front of her or ask her for her fresh panties.
It was just another Friday night right after our booze session. I went to the laundry room to masturbate, but her laundry bin was empty. We had just washed it all the day before, and today’s pair must be somewhere in her room.
I wanted to masturbate so badly, so I decided to ask her this time and went to her room. She was on the phone and signaled me to sit near her till she completed her phone call. I was so horny and wanted to push her to the bed, removed her shorts.
I took her panties away from her right away to quell my hunger. But then I decided to do what she had asked me to do and sat there. Finally, she ended her call and asked me what had happened da? I told her bluntly that her laundry bin was empty. I thought she would laugh or make fun of me.
But to my surprise, she said, “I will give you my panties, but I want to see you do it.” Now that was unexpected. I have never done it in front of anyone before that. I agreed. My penis was already at its peak hardness and poking, creating a tent in my briefs. There was a slight smile on her face.
I was waiting for her to give me her panties. She did something that I never expected would happen. She removed her bra without removing her t-shirt and threw it at me. If you guys haven’t seen a girl remove her bra without removing her t-shirt in front of you, then I suggest you experience it.
It’s way hotter than just seeing her remove it all at once and be naked in front of you. The teasing made my penis twitch. Now she was there in her t-shirt without her bra. She then removed her shorts and kept them near me. I was already sniffing her bra, and that was making my penis leak pre cum.
My briefs had developed a wet patch on it by now. She was in her panties now with a t-shirt and no bra. Her nipples were poking against the thin fabric of her tee. I was scanning the beauty right in front of me from top to bottom. It was an experience that cannot be described in mere words.
I wanted to touch her smooth and naked thighs that were right in front of me. I pulled my penis out of my boxers. It had become so wet, and there was pre cum leaking at the tip glittering in the dim yellow light we had in that room. Her eyes moved towards my exposed penis.
I could see the hunger in her eyes. I guess my eyes would have shown the same hunger from her point of view. I extended my hand to feel her thighs and touched her. She let me touch her for a few minutes. She didn’t push me away. I have an average-sized penis with a pinkish head and brownish shaft.
Her eyes were glued to my penis. I knew this was not her first penis, but something was there, grabbing her attention. I was so glad that I had this effect on her. About her thighs, which I had been caressing for quite some time now, soft is not the right word.
It was so smooth and soft, making any guy kiss and suck it. Yeah! I wanted to suck every square inch of her thigh. Breaking both our trances, she caught my hand and removed it from her thigh. She said, “Now that you have touched me, you have lost your chance to see,” and covered herself with her bedsheet.
I was cursing myself. Had I controlled myself for another few minutes, I might have had a chance to see her naked. I pleaded with her to let me see her, but it would be her if stubbornness had another form. She said strict NO. She removed her panties from inside her bedsheet and gave them to me.
I knew she was naked inside her bedsheet. She had covered up to her stomach. I could also see her nipples that are hard poking her tee. All this was making me so fucking horny. Now I had both her bra and panties with me. She was looking at me with eagerness in her eyes.
I took her bra and smelled it. It smelled of her. She was watching me closely. I sucked it exactly where her nipples would have been to show her I wanted to suck her nipples. I used my lips and tongue to suck her dirty bra.
The last time I did this, I held back a little cause that was my first time. I was a bit shy. This time I didn’t pull back any punches. I was fully into it. There was no shame or guilt at that particular moment. She was looking at me, and our eyes met.
There was something that was happening between us. I was not sure if it was love or lust. But nothing mattered to me at that moment. Then I took her panties, she had worn them for a day now, and it had her smell all over it. I took it to my nose and smelled it without taking away my eye contact from her.
It had this musky smell in a good way. I liked it. It made my penis even harder. I would even sell my soul to the devil to have this each day, every day. She was still looking at me, her pupils were dilated, and I could see that she was breathing heavily. I knew she was aroused, the same way that I am horny now.
I sucked her panty, where her dirty pussy would have been just a few moments ago. She now knows that I wanted to open her legs up and eat her. I licked and sucked her panties with a passion for showing her how much I wanted her. I wanted to show her what I would do to her if she let me.
I then wrapped her panty on my penis and started to stroke. Her nipples were at their peak hardness by now, poking her t-shirt. If only she would allow me to suck her nipples! I wanted to push her in bed and suck her nipples over her tee. I was stroking my cock at a much faster pace now.
I asked her to touch herself. I told her, “Sree, Don’t say anything, don’t think about anything else, touch your body. I want to see you touch yourself. I want to see you do it now.”
She did the unexpected. She kept her fingers at the top of her slender neck and brushed it down along her tee, over her boobs touching her nipples on the way till her tummy. She was teasing me. That was evident. Then when she came to her boobs, she circled her fingers over her nipples to tease me.
Her nipples were poking her thin fabric as if it would tear her t-shirt soon. She does know how to tease a guy, that’s for sure. Her other hand was inside the bedsheet making circular motions. It was hot to see her do that. I was leaking, and she must be leaking like a tap inside her bedsheet.
I started to stroke my penis harder, wondering how wet she would be inside that bedsheet. I told her I wanted to touch her. She replied, “Shut up, mama.” I again told her I wanted to eat you. Shut up was all she said again. I pulled her leg out of her bedsheet and kept it on my lap.
I made her fingers brush my cock while I was stroking it. That feeling was surreal, her feet against my slippery wet cock. I think it aroused her even more. I saw her close her eyes and arch her back with one hand holding the edge of her bed. I knew she was at her edge.
I knew she would reach her orgasm soon. She was pressing her boobs with her other hand, and then there was a loud moan. She fell to the bed, her body shivering. I can feel her feet shivering in contact with my penis. That moment was enough for me to cum. The release was so exciting.
I started to cum. The first shot landed on her feet. I tried to cover my penis with her panties to stop it from spoiling the bedsheet. And then I fell to the bed exhausted.
She hugged me. I can feel her still shivering from the last orgasm that she just had. She was inside her bedsheet, covered till her hips, but my penis was out naked, and she hugged me. Her t-shirt had risen a little, and my limp penis was touching her navel.
She knew I was dirty cause I had just cum, but she didn’t mind. I hugged her tightly, intending never to let her go.
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