01-03-2022, 10:51 PM
Just seconds after Manisha Bhabhi went into the bathroom, I could hear the sound of the shower being turned on and the noise of water falling on her body. How much ever I tried to, I just could not stop myself from imagining her completely naked wet self.
I was really turned on after hearing her repeat the word ‘breasts’, and I was now even starting to picture being asked to feed on her tits, sucking milk out of her busty jugs.
I was slowly starting to stray, and I knew I had to deviate my mind. I had to make sure I stay sane. And I urgently shifted focus to the screen of my mobile phone.
As soon as I unlocked the phone, I was greeted by close to 400 message notifications from my girlfriend, Nivetha. In between all the sexual tension created by my elder brother’s wife, since yesterday, I had completely forgotten about her existence.
I had not even asked her about how she was going to cope with lock-down, given the fact she was at her grandparent’s place, on the outskirts of the city. It actually bothered me that I had not even wondered if she was safe there.
I was worried she would be rightfully pissed at me. I was expecting her to be upset. I knew I will have to spend a lot of time making up for my obliviousness.
But, instead, I was shocked, ashamed, and angry, the moment I read the contents of her texts. My best friend, Rana, had been mercilessly flirting with her for the whole of the last two weeks, and she did not like it.
She did tell me about his sudden perverseness, but I felt it was mostly harmless. Also, it was after-all through him that I first met her. And, hence, I did not try to intervene.
But, Rana had just crossed all limits here. He had dared to send Nivetha a picture of his throbbing manhood, greatly disturbing her, and even I felt equally let down. It was unnecessary and also completely indecent.
I tried to call my girl right away, but she just declined the call. I knew she was not going to talk to me unless I make her feel better. I was messaging her, and trying to desperately console her when I heard Manisha Bhabhi call me.
“Kapil!” Bhabhi almost shouted, forcing my attention towards the bathroom door, immediately. And, as I watched, I saw the wooden door being slightly opened, and my sister-in-law pushed her head out, just a bit, revealing her shining face and damp hair.
I looked at her, stunned, with all the emotions I was not supposed to feel being generated. I found myself gladly keeping the mobile down. I continued to stare at her in a mesmerized manner.
“I am so sorry, Kapil. Forgive me for asking you a very indecent favor. I forgot to,” she started talking, breaking me from the spell.
“Whoaa! I mean… What? What is it, Bhabhi? What were you telling me?” I asked her, hastily, trying my best to give her the impression that I am still sober.
“Ohh, Kapil. My bra! I forgot to take my bra! Can you be a good boy, and please take it out for me?” she requested to me, in a very taunting way. But yet sounding extremely casual.
I was just startled. That was the last thing I wanted right then. I knew I was going to react very strongly against her unacceptable, insensitive behavior. But only until the moment, I realized that I was already out of bed, and very keenly obeying her orders.
I felt my mind driving my body towards her wardrobe as if I had been long waiting for the opportunity. I had no idea where she kept her bra, but I just kept searching for her intimate wear, inside the cupboard, as if my entire life depended on it.
I had just found the surprisingly large, and fully occupied bag that had her inners stored. I was about to shove my hands into the treasure when I heard her almost scream.
“Kapil! Dude. Fine. I know what you are trying to do. I know why you are taking so much time. They are sized 34E! That is my size. Now stop wasting time trying to go through the rest of my stuff and finding more of my private details. Haha! Just bring my bra to me!” she demanded, humbling me in the most enticing tone.
“I was not doing that. I swear!” I tried telling her, even as I tried to rush back to her, grabbing the very first brassiere I could get hold of. I really wasn’t trying to do what she thought I did. I was spellbound, I agree! But, I wasn’t trying to confirm how big her assets were.
I was just lost. Maybe, even possessed, just like she hoped to have me. I was still a loyal brother. But, once she revealed her dimensions, I also found myself acknowledging the fact that I had guessed the size of her bust very very correctly, very very early into this.
“Whatever!” was all she replied to my genuine claim.
And, as she snatched her yellow colored cotton under-garment, from me, she skipped looking into my eyes, keeping her head down. But also with a very obvious sly smile.
“Thank You, My Love!” she said, as her hands withdrew behind, while the door still remained to be not fully closed. I knew I needed to leave the space that very second, both physically and mentally!
Moving out of the room, I took my mobile from the bed and decided to get back to calling my girlfriend. I had serious issues to take care of, despite the mental stress Manisha Bhabhi was gifting me.
I knew I was feeling worn out. But I was considerate enough to understand that Nivetha deserved my attention. Rana’s unpleasant exposure would have definitely dented her spirits. I knew I had to help her whatever my own worries were.
I was glad Nivetha had not switched her phone off. It was ringing. I was just a few mere seconds into the romantic caller tune when I once again caught the familiar intriguing call of my sister-in-law.
“What is it this time?” I quizzed myself, irritated, walking back to her. I was still glued on to my mobile. I had not realized she had left the door to the bathroom wide open, until I saw her standing in front of me, in the most unexpected state.
“Oh, Fuck!” I gasped in utter shock.
There stood my Bhabhi, with her back turned towards me, wearing a neat pair of white-colored tights over her legs. But, on her upper body, all she had to cover her modesty, was the very same yellow bra, that remained conveniently unhooked.
“I guess you got me one of my older bras, Kapil. I don’t use it anymore! It just does not fit me. I don’t want to ask you for another pair now. So. Can you please help me to hook the metal clips?” she asked, turning her head around, just a bit, letting me know she had a wide smile on her face.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I muttered relentlessly, unable to take my eyes off the gorgeous back-view she was offering me. As much as it was unbelievable, it also was the most beautiful sight I had ever witnessed.
Her perfect curves. Her thick fleshy skin. Her voluptuous figure. Her juicy body. Add to it all the moist drops of water, sticking onto her, she was easily elevated to a sex queen.
I did not resist.
I did not say no.
I just let myself be overtaken by the carnal aura she spread all over. What followed were 45 seconds that would be on any day listed as the moments I will never forget in my life.
Yet, just too fantastical to recollect, and note down in a piece of paper. I tried my best to not touch her as I played with the hooks, taming my emotions.
“Is that okay? You sure it is fine, now?” she asked me, as I finally finished hooking the bra for her.
Kapil: I… I hope so…
Manisha: Hope? What are you hoping?
Kapil: I hope it is fine.
Manisha: Haha. Kapil! You should confirm it is okay. Don’t you have any idea how important it is for a woman to have her boobs held neatly?
Kapil: Oh My… Why? Err…What?
Manisha: You need to make sure the bra is hooked tight enough!
Kapil: But… It was already too tight. That is why you required my help.
Manisha: Haha! Yes. But, there is more to it!
Kapil: What else am I supposed to do?
Manisha: You got to check my rack!
Kapil: What? What did you just say?
“Ohh, Kapil! Hahaha! How can you be so naive?!” she exclaimed, turning around for the first time since the tantalizing last few minutes. Revealing her irresistible upper body that was protected only by her padded plunge bra, a lot of her deep busty cleavage.
“What do you think, Kapil? Does it look good?!” she questioned me, cupping her breasts, that were battling to pop out of her undersized bra. This was clearly the most vulnerable position she had ever been in front of me but still seemed to be in power like never before.
I just stood there, stunned and speechless. This was beyond my wildest dreams.
“Hahaha. Just like your brother. Ohh, Kapil! You are just like your brother. Kamlesh had the exact dazed expression the first time he saw me in my inner-wear.” she blurted, without any hesitation, seeing me awe-struck.
“Just that I was removing my clothes there, stripping for my husband, on the occasion of our wedding night. While here I am covering myself, with the help of my man’s younger brother,” she quipped, teasing me further.
I was still standing motionless, and I did not know how to react. To an extent, I was even scared.
And, making my heart skip more than just a few beats, she walked close to me and kissed me on my cheeks, with her hands firmly pressed against my chest. Taking a step back, breaking the passionate smack, she gleefully resumed her sensual chat.
Manisha: You naughty little pervert. Hehe! What do you think you are feasting at? Is this how you look at your elder brother’s wife?! Is this how you ogle at your Bhabhi’s body?! Hahaha!
Kapil: Ohh. I am so sorry. I did not mean to.
Manisha: Hahaha! Kapil. I was just joking. Let me put on my clothes!
Kapil: Yes! Please…
Manisha: Haha! You are so funny, Kapil. And, well. This is for your kind information. If you were fine with it, I would have walked around the house in just my bra and panties. Maybe, not even that!
Kapil: Bhabhi?!
“Haha. I mean. It is so hot in here!” she concluded. Still, straightaway raising her bare arms, to tie her hair into a high pony, and in the process showing me her shiny clean-shaven armpits.
“Also. For the hundredth time. Call me Nisha!” she asserted, with a wicked grin, watching me drool.
Now, what should I say?
I am no great storyteller or an expert in erotica. I do not have the right set of words to describe to you the sexual stimulation I was being forced to experience!
And neither did I have the guts to express to my brother’s wife what I really felt about this improper altercation with her!
Of course, I wanted it! I wished she never stopped! But, I was also certain this was not supposed to be happening. And, I had to make sure I did not end up being the reason for my sister-in-law to cheat on my own brother.
“However,” Manisha Bhabhi restarted the conversation.
“Hehe. You don’t seem to be very comfortable with the idea. You seem to be adamant I wear clothes. At least that is what you are trying to say. Just Trying! Hehe!” Manisha Bhabhi said, looking at my very clear erection, giving me a very kinky wink, as she played with the straps of her bra, leaving me even more flustered.
I was really turned on after hearing her repeat the word ‘breasts’, and I was now even starting to picture being asked to feed on her tits, sucking milk out of her busty jugs.
I was slowly starting to stray, and I knew I had to deviate my mind. I had to make sure I stay sane. And I urgently shifted focus to the screen of my mobile phone.
As soon as I unlocked the phone, I was greeted by close to 400 message notifications from my girlfriend, Nivetha. In between all the sexual tension created by my elder brother’s wife, since yesterday, I had completely forgotten about her existence.
I had not even asked her about how she was going to cope with lock-down, given the fact she was at her grandparent’s place, on the outskirts of the city. It actually bothered me that I had not even wondered if she was safe there.
I was worried she would be rightfully pissed at me. I was expecting her to be upset. I knew I will have to spend a lot of time making up for my obliviousness.
But, instead, I was shocked, ashamed, and angry, the moment I read the contents of her texts. My best friend, Rana, had been mercilessly flirting with her for the whole of the last two weeks, and she did not like it.
She did tell me about his sudden perverseness, but I felt it was mostly harmless. Also, it was after-all through him that I first met her. And, hence, I did not try to intervene.
But, Rana had just crossed all limits here. He had dared to send Nivetha a picture of his throbbing manhood, greatly disturbing her, and even I felt equally let down. It was unnecessary and also completely indecent.
I tried to call my girl right away, but she just declined the call. I knew she was not going to talk to me unless I make her feel better. I was messaging her, and trying to desperately console her when I heard Manisha Bhabhi call me.
“Kapil!” Bhabhi almost shouted, forcing my attention towards the bathroom door, immediately. And, as I watched, I saw the wooden door being slightly opened, and my sister-in-law pushed her head out, just a bit, revealing her shining face and damp hair.
I looked at her, stunned, with all the emotions I was not supposed to feel being generated. I found myself gladly keeping the mobile down. I continued to stare at her in a mesmerized manner.
“I am so sorry, Kapil. Forgive me for asking you a very indecent favor. I forgot to,” she started talking, breaking me from the spell.
“Whoaa! I mean… What? What is it, Bhabhi? What were you telling me?” I asked her, hastily, trying my best to give her the impression that I am still sober.
“Ohh, Kapil. My bra! I forgot to take my bra! Can you be a good boy, and please take it out for me?” she requested to me, in a very taunting way. But yet sounding extremely casual.
I was just startled. That was the last thing I wanted right then. I knew I was going to react very strongly against her unacceptable, insensitive behavior. But only until the moment, I realized that I was already out of bed, and very keenly obeying her orders.
I felt my mind driving my body towards her wardrobe as if I had been long waiting for the opportunity. I had no idea where she kept her bra, but I just kept searching for her intimate wear, inside the cupboard, as if my entire life depended on it.
I had just found the surprisingly large, and fully occupied bag that had her inners stored. I was about to shove my hands into the treasure when I heard her almost scream.
“Kapil! Dude. Fine. I know what you are trying to do. I know why you are taking so much time. They are sized 34E! That is my size. Now stop wasting time trying to go through the rest of my stuff and finding more of my private details. Haha! Just bring my bra to me!” she demanded, humbling me in the most enticing tone.
“I was not doing that. I swear!” I tried telling her, even as I tried to rush back to her, grabbing the very first brassiere I could get hold of. I really wasn’t trying to do what she thought I did. I was spellbound, I agree! But, I wasn’t trying to confirm how big her assets were.
I was just lost. Maybe, even possessed, just like she hoped to have me. I was still a loyal brother. But, once she revealed her dimensions, I also found myself acknowledging the fact that I had guessed the size of her bust very very correctly, very very early into this.
“Whatever!” was all she replied to my genuine claim.
And, as she snatched her yellow colored cotton under-garment, from me, she skipped looking into my eyes, keeping her head down. But also with a very obvious sly smile.
“Thank You, My Love!” she said, as her hands withdrew behind, while the door still remained to be not fully closed. I knew I needed to leave the space that very second, both physically and mentally!
Moving out of the room, I took my mobile from the bed and decided to get back to calling my girlfriend. I had serious issues to take care of, despite the mental stress Manisha Bhabhi was gifting me.
I knew I was feeling worn out. But I was considerate enough to understand that Nivetha deserved my attention. Rana’s unpleasant exposure would have definitely dented her spirits. I knew I had to help her whatever my own worries were.
I was glad Nivetha had not switched her phone off. It was ringing. I was just a few mere seconds into the romantic caller tune when I once again caught the familiar intriguing call of my sister-in-law.
“What is it this time?” I quizzed myself, irritated, walking back to her. I was still glued on to my mobile. I had not realized she had left the door to the bathroom wide open, until I saw her standing in front of me, in the most unexpected state.
“Oh, Fuck!” I gasped in utter shock.
There stood my Bhabhi, with her back turned towards me, wearing a neat pair of white-colored tights over her legs. But, on her upper body, all she had to cover her modesty, was the very same yellow bra, that remained conveniently unhooked.
“I guess you got me one of my older bras, Kapil. I don’t use it anymore! It just does not fit me. I don’t want to ask you for another pair now. So. Can you please help me to hook the metal clips?” she asked, turning her head around, just a bit, letting me know she had a wide smile on her face.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I muttered relentlessly, unable to take my eyes off the gorgeous back-view she was offering me. As much as it was unbelievable, it also was the most beautiful sight I had ever witnessed.
Her perfect curves. Her thick fleshy skin. Her voluptuous figure. Her juicy body. Add to it all the moist drops of water, sticking onto her, she was easily elevated to a sex queen.
I did not resist.
I did not say no.
I just let myself be overtaken by the carnal aura she spread all over. What followed were 45 seconds that would be on any day listed as the moments I will never forget in my life.
Yet, just too fantastical to recollect, and note down in a piece of paper. I tried my best to not touch her as I played with the hooks, taming my emotions.
“Is that okay? You sure it is fine, now?” she asked me, as I finally finished hooking the bra for her.
Kapil: I… I hope so…
Manisha: Hope? What are you hoping?
Kapil: I hope it is fine.
Manisha: Haha. Kapil! You should confirm it is okay. Don’t you have any idea how important it is for a woman to have her boobs held neatly?
Kapil: Oh My… Why? Err…What?
Manisha: You need to make sure the bra is hooked tight enough!
Kapil: But… It was already too tight. That is why you required my help.
Manisha: Haha! Yes. But, there is more to it!
Kapil: What else am I supposed to do?
Manisha: You got to check my rack!
Kapil: What? What did you just say?
“Ohh, Kapil! Hahaha! How can you be so naive?!” she exclaimed, turning around for the first time since the tantalizing last few minutes. Revealing her irresistible upper body that was protected only by her padded plunge bra, a lot of her deep busty cleavage.
“What do you think, Kapil? Does it look good?!” she questioned me, cupping her breasts, that were battling to pop out of her undersized bra. This was clearly the most vulnerable position she had ever been in front of me but still seemed to be in power like never before.
I just stood there, stunned and speechless. This was beyond my wildest dreams.
“Hahaha. Just like your brother. Ohh, Kapil! You are just like your brother. Kamlesh had the exact dazed expression the first time he saw me in my inner-wear.” she blurted, without any hesitation, seeing me awe-struck.
“Just that I was removing my clothes there, stripping for my husband, on the occasion of our wedding night. While here I am covering myself, with the help of my man’s younger brother,” she quipped, teasing me further.
I was still standing motionless, and I did not know how to react. To an extent, I was even scared.
And, making my heart skip more than just a few beats, she walked close to me and kissed me on my cheeks, with her hands firmly pressed against my chest. Taking a step back, breaking the passionate smack, she gleefully resumed her sensual chat.
Manisha: You naughty little pervert. Hehe! What do you think you are feasting at? Is this how you look at your elder brother’s wife?! Is this how you ogle at your Bhabhi’s body?! Hahaha!
Kapil: Ohh. I am so sorry. I did not mean to.
Manisha: Hahaha! Kapil. I was just joking. Let me put on my clothes!
Kapil: Yes! Please…
Manisha: Haha! You are so funny, Kapil. And, well. This is for your kind information. If you were fine with it, I would have walked around the house in just my bra and panties. Maybe, not even that!
Kapil: Bhabhi?!
“Haha. I mean. It is so hot in here!” she concluded. Still, straightaway raising her bare arms, to tie her hair into a high pony, and in the process showing me her shiny clean-shaven armpits.
“Also. For the hundredth time. Call me Nisha!” she asserted, with a wicked grin, watching me drool.
Now, what should I say?
I am no great storyteller or an expert in erotica. I do not have the right set of words to describe to you the sexual stimulation I was being forced to experience!
And neither did I have the guts to express to my brother’s wife what I really felt about this improper altercation with her!
Of course, I wanted it! I wished she never stopped! But, I was also certain this was not supposed to be happening. And, I had to make sure I did not end up being the reason for my sister-in-law to cheat on my own brother.
“However,” Manisha Bhabhi restarted the conversation.
“Hehe. You don’t seem to be very comfortable with the idea. You seem to be adamant I wear clothes. At least that is what you are trying to say. Just Trying! Hehe!” Manisha Bhabhi said, looking at my very clear erection, giving me a very kinky wink, as she played with the straps of her bra, leaving me even more flustered.
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