Incest Mrs. Chatterjee opens a massage parlor at home

[cutekomal]

Sahil Chatterjee, having left a beautiful wife in Kolkata, traveled nearly three and a half thousand kilometers to Dubai, working peacefully in his office. And in his own home, in his absence, his beloved younger brother Rahul was undressing his wife and playing with her in the name of a massage. What cruel fate! The brother he trusted and gave shelter to in his home, that very brother forcefully bangd his wife, stabbing him in the back like this!
Rahul was continuously fucking Paromita. At the same time, he was kissing and sucking her cheeks, chest, mouth, and breasts. Doing this, Rahul quickly reached his climax. This was his first time, so a few moments after the continuous fuck, he ejaculated. Still, he continued to thrust his penis in and out of her vagina until his boudi also climaxed. In due time, fluid also came out from Paromita's vagina, mixing with Rahul's semen. If she didn't take a contraceptive pill in time, Paromita might face even bigger problems. But that was for later. For now, the mission was successful, from Rahul's side. And Paromita still couldn't understand if what had just happened to her was real or just a nightmare!


Silence shrouded the room for next 15 mins.


The room was heavy with a silence that seemed to hum with the lingering echoes of their forbidden act. Paromita lay naked beside Rahul, her mind a whirlwind of shock, disbelief, and a profound sense of defilement. She still couldn't fully comprehend what had just happened to her.
Paromita her voice barely a whisper, a tremor in its depths,  “Rahul… what was that? What did you… do?”
Rahul, now without his blindfold, reached out a hand, his touch light on her arm. He was basking in the afterglow, a mixture of exhilaration and possessiveness in his gaze.
Rahul, his voice low and confident, “ I made you mine, Boudi. Just as I always wanted. You said you’d allow me to fulfill my fantasy, didn't you?”
Paromita, still clouded with a mix of fear and a dazed awareness of her body, “Mine? But… I… I was trying to save you. To keep you from this. I never... I never wanted this. I only meant to be Mohini for you, to... to provide a safe alternative.”
Rahul, his fingers tracing the curve of her arm, his eyes lingering on her bare skin, which he had so recently explored with such intensity, “And you did, Mohini. You came to me. You were so beautiful, even more stunning than I imagined without your kurtis and pajamas. When you walked in, just in your bra and panty, I knew you were truly Mohini. I could smell your natural fragrance, so intoxicating.”
A shiver ran through Paromita, a mixture of repulsion and a strange, unwelcome flutter at his words, “Scent... My hair… you were supposed to be blindfolded. You were supposed to be the innocent Rahul, and I... I was supposed to be saving you. But I felt your hands everywhere. You… you fucked me, Rahul. You pushed past my limits.”



Rahul, his voice soft, almost a purr, “Perhaps I did, Boudi. But your body… it was saying something else. When my hand touched your breast, you gasped. When I kissed you, you eventually stopped resisting. Your breath, your moans… they told me you weren't entirely against it. You’re not just my Mohini; you're my Boudi, my goddess.”


Paromita's mind flashed to the moments she gave in, to the weakness in her struggles, to the unexpected sparks her body had felt, despite her mind screaming no, “No, Rahul! I was trapped. You had me cornered, your hands on my waist, your mouth on my stomach. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. My mind was screaming, but my body…” She trailed off, unable to articulate the conflicting sensations. “I am impure now. My husband's brother…”
Rahul's fingers now gently tracing the line of her jaw,” Impure? Or simply awakened, Boudi? I saw the fear in your eyes, but also a spark. A fire I never knew was there. Your soft skin, your smooth thighs, your beautiful breasts. I enjoyed every moment of touching you, feeling you. My friends just talked about massage girls in bras and panties, but you are my Boudi, you are so much more. You’re majestic. And when I finally entered you… it was like floating in an ocean of pure bliss. Nothing compared to that, Mohini. Nothing.”



Paromita closed her eyes, trying to block out his words, yet they penetrated her defenses, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable, a mix of shame and a strange, unwilling recognition of his desire. She uttered, “ An ocean of bliss for you, perhaps. For me, it felt like… a dream, or a nightmare. I gave you my trust, like a brother. I thought I could control this, fix you. But you are too stubborn, too wild. You took advantage of my attempt to help you.”


Rahul chuckled, a low, seductive sound that sent another shiver down her spine, “ I did. And you let me. You gave me so much, Boudi. You gave me a taste of what a woman’s body truly feels like, and that woman was you. I liked everything. Your eyes, even when they were full of fear. Your lips, so soft beneath mine. Your body, so incredibly responsive. I especially loved how your breasts felt in my hands, soft and heavy. And your smell... it was everywhere. It still is.” Her breath hitched as she felt his hand slowly move, tentatively, towards her waist again. The raw desire in his words was unsettling, yet it stirred something deep within her, a suppressed vulnerability she had long ignored in her married life, “ No, Rahul. Don't…”
Rahul paused, his eyes fixed on hers, a silent question in their depths. His hand remained, a silent promise. He leaned in closer, his voice a low, husky whisper, “ Is it really "no," Boudi? Or is it… "not yet"? You were so beautiful when you let go, just for a moment. I saw it. I felt it. Tell me, Boudi... didn't you feel anything at all?”


The question hung in the air, heavy and loaded, forcing Paromita to confront the unsettling truth of her own body's reluctant responses, a truth she desperately wanted to deny but could no longer ignore. Her silence was a testament to the slow, insidious burn that had begun to ignite within her, against all her will and judgment.