Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

As the bus started on my return journey, I recalled fondly, the events of the past one week. I am Mohan, twenty two year old. I had just completed my degree examinations and was awaiting my results.


It all started when my father called me one day and said, "Your brother-in-law needs to go to his native place for a week to attend to some affairs related to his property. He wants you to go and help your Bhagyam sister in his absence."



When my father said something, it was always treated as command. So, even though I was not very keen, I agreed to go, if only to please him.

Bipasha is my cousin sister. As she had lost her own father at a very young age, my father was her guardian and she was always treated as his own daughter. Her family lived in a small town that was some ninety miles away from our place. Her husband was a teacher in the only school there. 

She was a mother of two. She had a son (10) earlier on. After a long gap, she had another baby son just four months back. At that time, they decided that three were enough and she had a hysterectomy operation.

Day One:

I arrived there by Bus at ten in the morning on a Sunday and they were happy to see me. Brother-in-law left the same evening for his native place by train.

They owned a  three room and a kitchen independent house, with a big back yard. A water well there, along with a few trees and vegetable garden, had been a major attraction for me from my school days.

As is the practice at small towns, dinner is served by eight and children go to bed by nine. Normally, I would sleep along with the children in one room, while she and her husband slept on the big wooden cot in the master bed room.

However, as my brother-in-law was away, she said I could sleep on that big cot as it is more spacious. I was,after all,her kid brother. The baby slept in a nice, old wooden cradle by the side of the bed. That night we talked for a while, exchanging news and tidbits about relatives and retired to bed after ten.I tried to imagine her naked in bed while being made love to by her husband.

I slept on the left side of the bed and she on the right side, the cradle with the baby to her right, a couple of feet away from the bed. A night lamp was on throwing soft bluish light, the ceiling fan was at a comfortable speed and I soon drifted into sound sleep.

Sometime later, I woke up with a start when the baby started crying. I tried to drown the sound by covering my head with the pillow. When the child suddenly stopped crying, I just opened my eyes a fraction.

Bipasha had the baby in her lap and she was breast feeding him. Thinking that I was asleep, she did not cover her breasts but just pulled them out of her blouse and gave them to the baby to suck. Her eyes were closed with sleep.



Her breasts had a strange attraction to me, so I continued to look from under the pillow. They were  big and slightly drooping. Her aureole was dark brown and bigger than a rupee coin.

Her brown nipples were long and thick, the tips were coated very lightly white with her milk. I found them very exciting and felt this strong urge to suck them myself.

After a few minutes of feeding, the baby slept. She put him back in the cradle and came back to bed. She just pulled her blouse down to cover her breasts and went back to sleep without hooking her blouse. She was now turned on her left side towards me and her partly covered breasts were just a touch away.

In the past few years, I had developed a weakness and that is touching woman. No one knew about it yet, but, I was always looking for an opportunity to touch women tenderly, whichever part of their anatomy was accessible. I knew it was wrong and a weakness, but I enjoyed it as a harmless activity.

Seeing her magnificent breasts so close, I had to touch them.



So, I cautiously moved my right hand inch by inch along the bed until the tip of my forefinger made its first light contact with the lower edge of her unhooked blouse.

Slowly, I pushed up the blouse, inch by inch, revealing more and more of her bountiful boobs. This gradual exposure was so erotic that my cock grew very stiff. Finally, her full bare boobs were totally exposed.

I now let the tip of my forefinger make its first light contact with her boob, touching her just below he aureole. I waited for a reaction. After resting it there for a minute, I gently pressed her boob to check out its density.

I was pleasantly surprised to feel that her breast was tight and did not sag. it was worth proceeding further. I now let my three fingers explore the huge surface of her left tit.



It was full, warm and heavy. I slowly massaged her aureole with my fingertip, tracing circles. I was alert and ready to pull back instantly, if she moved or woke up.

She continued to sleep. I then let my finger tip touch her nipple very lightly. I felt her breath pause for a second and then resume. After letting my fingertip rest there for a few minutes, I gently held her long nipple between my three fingers and applied the lightest pressure. At my touch the nipple became erect and hard. She gave a low moan.

I started a slow tweak of her erect nipple with my fingers. As her nipple grew harder, so did my cock. Suddenly, Bipasha moved and I froze. She now turned fully towards me in such a way that she lay flat on her tummy, her left breast squashed into my right palm and her right breast pressed on my forearm. She then turned her head on the pillow the other way, away from me.



Provided with such a golden opportunity, there was no way I was letting it go. Her full boob felt wonderful in my right palm and I gently squeezed it. There was no reaction.

As she was facing away from me that enhanced my confidence, I now started my love play with her breast. Pressing and squeezing alternately, I resumed a light tweak of her nipple.

The only perceptible reaction from her was a slightly increased pressure on my palm from her big boob. Encouraged by this, I now let my left hand make a contact with her right breast from her side and press it lightly. I started fondling and squeezing it gently.

The whole exercise brought out a very small quantity of her milk from her boobs into my hands. I licked my left fingers which were wet with her milk. It tasted differently but I was excited.

I did not dare to remove my right palm to lick it, because I was not sure I would be able to get the priceless possession again if I let it go.

After a while, I drifted into sleep.



Day Two:

The next day was just normal and I was happy that I got away with a little fondling. When I looked at Bipasha that day, I found her more attractive than before. Her twin assets in the front and rear set my imagination wild and my pulse racing.

The children went to school and she was busy with the household chores. I helped her by going to the market and bringing vegetables and other provisions. By one in the afternoon we finished our lunch and settled down to rest a bit.

The baby went to sleep in the cradle. Bipasha lay down on the bed and I sat on one side of the bed when she suddenly winced.

I asked her what was wrong and she said nothing.

After a while she winced again and said, "you know,I had this operation. Sometimes I get this slight pain on my lower back."

I asked her if she was taking any medicines for that.

"Not necessary, the kids apply a little pain balm and do a massage and the pain goes away."

I said I would do the same and asked her to lie down on the bed. She told me where to find the pain balm and then lay down on her tummy.

I sat on the edge of the bed close to her and started a massage. I first pushed aside the part of her sari that was covering her back.

An expanse of her bare back between the lower edge of her blouse and beginning of her petticoat was an erotic, visual treat.

It looked so nice and smooth, begging to be touched and caressed. I took the balm in my palm and slowly started rubbing her back and gently kneading. She gave a contented sigh and relaxed.

After few minutes, she said the pain was a little lower down her back. She loosened the drawstring of her petticoat so that I could access her lower back. I was elated.



As I inserted my fingers inside her petticoat and started moving my palm slowly down her spine and lower back, I saw an afternoon full of touching opportunities. My cock started stiffening at the very prospect.