29-01-2019, 05:55 PM
As months passed my Bhaia's bank account was almost exhausted and we were now feeling the pinch. We had to ration everything, food, water, electricity everything. I realized this rationing is not going to help us for long. I decided to do some part time job. Luckily the owner of the company where my Bhaia worked offered me a part time job as a token of gratitude towards my Bhaia's service. I used to work five hours everyday between 7 pm to 12 am. He gave me a job of keeping records of the goods transported from the warehouse during that period.
It was very difficult for me. I was attending collage, doing home work, doing a part time job and also attending my Bhaia everyday. Those were the most painful days in my life. I often used to come home very tired and sleep as soon as I lay in my bed. During this period I went even closer to my Bhabi. She was so proud of me and would often kiss my forehead. She would often come in my bedroom in the morning and move her fingers through my hair to wake me up. Sometimes I would even get a kiss on my cheek in the morning.
I passed my engineering and got a job as an apprentice in a company. This company produces spare parts for automobiles. I was appointed as a trainee supervisor on the shop floor. The salary was not very good but now I was much relaxed as I need not study anymore. I was more interested in doing a job in Mumbai. But I decided to get some experience before moving to Mumbai.
Now I had more time for myself. I again started to have fantasies of making love to my Bhabi. Sometimes I used to feel guilty but those fantasies would come again and again.
My Bhabi was really beautiful. She was strongly built with broad shoulders. Her black eyes and dense black hair were really defying her age. Her breasts were quite big and the roundness of her bottom made her look more desirable.
As years went by my sexual frustration also increased. I was now twenty four and still virgin. My Bhaia and Bhabi did not talk about my marriage because they were worried if I moved out they will be left to fend themselves.
I am disciplined
One Saturday my Bhaia had gone out for a walk. I was sitting in the living room watching morning news. My Bhabi came with two cups of tea and offered me one and sat besides me sipping her own cup. I always felt good when she sat beside me like this. On the news channel they were showing some murder case because of some sexual reasons.
"This guy should be hanged" said my Bhabi.
"That's not fair Bhabi. He is just a suspect, not yet guilty"
"I know I know but he must be the one"
"Bhabi but he could have also done this because of some frustration"
One thing led to another and our discussion went on and on and finally it took a dramatic turn when I asked her
"Bhabi can I ask you one thing?"
"Anything dear, go on"
"Bhabi it is very personal"
"Ok no problem ask me"
"Bhabi how is Bhaia?"
"What is so personal in this? You know he is good now"
"Not that" I said.
"Then what?" she asked
"I mean how is he in ... in the bed?" I chew my tongue as I asked her.
She did not reply and seemed crestfallen.
"Bhabi don't misunderstand me Bhabi."
She looked at me confused what her dewar wants to know.
"I just want to know if Bhaia can perform after his stroke that's all Bhabi, and I am sorry if I have offended you."
Her tension eased as she realized what my concern was.
"Its nothing Rohan"
"Means?" I asked
"I don't know how to talk about it with you."
"Its ok Bhabi I am sorry."
"No Rohan why you should be sorry? You are grown up and as like my son you have the right to ask. But I don't know what to tell you. I always wanted to talk about this with someone." Her vice cracked.
"Tell me Bhabi may be you will feel relieved." I said.
"Rohan your Bhaia can not do anything after the stroke"
"Oh no Bhabi."
"Yes Rohan , few months after his stroke I tried, but could not get him going. He can not get "it" up."
"So how do you.. I mean uh I mean" I wanted to ask her how she satisfies herself.
"When it becomes unbearable I do it myself." she knew what I wanted to ask.
I was getting turned on by all this talk.
"It must be very hard on you Bhabi. It has been four years now."
"Yeah but what can be done" she finished her tea and kept the cup on the table.
"Bhabi it has been four years for you, but for me it has been ages"
I was turned on by the nature of talk between us. I kept my cup on the table and moved near her and put my arms around her. I pulled her towards me and I tried to kiss her lips. She immediately got up pushing me away.
"What you are doing Rohan?" She was furious.
"I just.."
She slapped on my cheek. She had never slapped me that hard ever before.
"Bhabi I just"
"Shut up Rohan. I always thought I don’t have children….. so what…. you are like my son. I talked about your Bhaia's disability and my frustration because there is nobody with whom I can talk on this issue."
"I am sorry Bhabi, please forgive me." I hung my face in shame and walked towards my bedroom.
It was very difficult for me. I was attending collage, doing home work, doing a part time job and also attending my Bhaia everyday. Those were the most painful days in my life. I often used to come home very tired and sleep as soon as I lay in my bed. During this period I went even closer to my Bhabi. She was so proud of me and would often kiss my forehead. She would often come in my bedroom in the morning and move her fingers through my hair to wake me up. Sometimes I would even get a kiss on my cheek in the morning.
I passed my engineering and got a job as an apprentice in a company. This company produces spare parts for automobiles. I was appointed as a trainee supervisor on the shop floor. The salary was not very good but now I was much relaxed as I need not study anymore. I was more interested in doing a job in Mumbai. But I decided to get some experience before moving to Mumbai.
Now I had more time for myself. I again started to have fantasies of making love to my Bhabi. Sometimes I used to feel guilty but those fantasies would come again and again.
My Bhabi was really beautiful. She was strongly built with broad shoulders. Her black eyes and dense black hair were really defying her age. Her breasts were quite big and the roundness of her bottom made her look more desirable.
As years went by my sexual frustration also increased. I was now twenty four and still virgin. My Bhaia and Bhabi did not talk about my marriage because they were worried if I moved out they will be left to fend themselves.
I am disciplined
One Saturday my Bhaia had gone out for a walk. I was sitting in the living room watching morning news. My Bhabi came with two cups of tea and offered me one and sat besides me sipping her own cup. I always felt good when she sat beside me like this. On the news channel they were showing some murder case because of some sexual reasons.
"This guy should be hanged" said my Bhabi.
"That's not fair Bhabi. He is just a suspect, not yet guilty"
"I know I know but he must be the one"
"Bhabi but he could have also done this because of some frustration"
One thing led to another and our discussion went on and on and finally it took a dramatic turn when I asked her
"Bhabi can I ask you one thing?"
"Anything dear, go on"
"Bhabi it is very personal"
"Ok no problem ask me"
"Bhabi how is Bhaia?"
"What is so personal in this? You know he is good now"
"Not that" I said.
"Then what?" she asked
"I mean how is he in ... in the bed?" I chew my tongue as I asked her.
She did not reply and seemed crestfallen.
"Bhabi don't misunderstand me Bhabi."
She looked at me confused what her dewar wants to know.
"I just want to know if Bhaia can perform after his stroke that's all Bhabi, and I am sorry if I have offended you."
Her tension eased as she realized what my concern was.
"Its nothing Rohan"
"Means?" I asked
"I don't know how to talk about it with you."
"Its ok Bhabi I am sorry."
"No Rohan why you should be sorry? You are grown up and as like my son you have the right to ask. But I don't know what to tell you. I always wanted to talk about this with someone." Her vice cracked.
"Tell me Bhabi may be you will feel relieved." I said.
"Rohan your Bhaia can not do anything after the stroke"
"Oh no Bhabi."
"Yes Rohan , few months after his stroke I tried, but could not get him going. He can not get "it" up."
"So how do you.. I mean uh I mean" I wanted to ask her how she satisfies herself.
"When it becomes unbearable I do it myself." she knew what I wanted to ask.
I was getting turned on by all this talk.
"It must be very hard on you Bhabi. It has been four years now."
"Yeah but what can be done" she finished her tea and kept the cup on the table.
"Bhabi it has been four years for you, but for me it has been ages"
I was turned on by the nature of talk between us. I kept my cup on the table and moved near her and put my arms around her. I pulled her towards me and I tried to kiss her lips. She immediately got up pushing me away.
"What you are doing Rohan?" She was furious.
"I just.."
She slapped on my cheek. She had never slapped me that hard ever before.
"Bhabi I just"
"Shut up Rohan. I always thought I don’t have children….. so what…. you are like my son. I talked about your Bhaia's disability and my frustration because there is nobody with whom I can talk on this issue."
"I am sorry Bhabi, please forgive me." I hung my face in shame and walked towards my bedroom.
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