Incest Mrs. Chatterjee opens a massage parlor at home

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Paromita is a housewife who stays in Kolkata while her husband works in middle east. She offers a helping hand to her only brother in law Rahul as she does not want him towards bad influence.  Read the story and pour your sentiments if Paromita does the right thing.

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Paromita Chatterjee, a vibrant 32-year-old, was the eldest daughter-in-law of the distinguished Chatterjee family. Four years had already passed since her wedding day. Their ancestral home was nestled in a village in Burdwan, a place of deep family roots. Yet, for the past two years, fate had brought her to Kolkata with her husband due to his work transfer, a temporary displacement from the familiar. Her own parents resided far away in Cooch Behar, adding to her sense of detachment. The Chatterjee family boasted two scions: Sahil and Rahul. It was no secret that Paromita was the wife of Sahil Chatterjee, the elder son, a position of responsibility she carried with quiet grace. Rahul, the younger brother, had just completed his secondary education. His parents, with hopeful eyes, now wished to send him to Kolkata for higher studies, to live under the protective wing of his elder brother. But then, life took an unexpected turn; Sahil received a posting abroad, to Dubai, for a whole year. This meant a year of separation, a year where Sahil would have to leave his marital bliss behind for the distant Arab lands. There was no possibility of Paromita accompanying him; it was a solitary official visit, and while Sahil's expenses were covered, hers were not. Thus, with a heavy heart, Paromita was destined to stay back in India.


Meanwhile, Rahul, having passed his secondary exams, was indeed arriving in Kolkata, ready to enroll in a prestigious college. Paromita and Rahul shared a remarkably close bond. In the first two years of her marriage, when Paromita lived in her in-laws' village home, a deep affection had blossomed between them. She genuinely saw Rahul as her own younger brother, a sentiment born from a poignant longing. Paromita was an only child, and a quiet sadness would often envelop her as she lamented not having a brother to tie a Rakhi to on Rakhi Purnima or offer a 'phota' on Bhai Phota. After her marriage, Rahul became the vessel for that unfulfilled wish. It was he to whom she would tie the sacred thread, he whom she would bless with a 'phota'. Rahul, in turn, revered her as his own elder sister. Even after she moved to Kolkata, the bond between sister-in-law and brother-in-law, or rather, sister and brother, continued to thrive through frequent phone calls. So, Rahul's arrival in Kolkata for his higher secondary education was, in a way, a blessing for Paromita. Sahil's departure had left her feeling profoundly alone, and Rahul's presence promised to fill some of that void, offering companionship and distraction. Paromita's in-laws, too, felt a sense of immense relief, entrusting their youngest son's care to her capable hands. Paromita was not only academically gifted but also deeply responsible. She could truly assist Rahul with his studies; even when she lived in Burdwan, she often sat with him, guiding him through his lessons.


Sahil's parents, after successfully admitting Rahul to a renowned college in Kolkata, entrusted their youngest son into Paromita's care and returned to their village, their hearts filled with a quiet certainty. Paromita, in turn, solemnly promised to look after Rahul in every way, a promise she intended to uphold with all her being. Following in his elder brother's footsteps, Rahul had chosen the science stream after his secondary education, a path Paromita knew well, as she herself had been a science student. This made her perfectly equipped to offer career guidance to her cherished brother-in-law, a task she embraced with enthusiasm. Accordingly, she enrolled Rahul in several coaching institutes, where he could receive specialized training for his engineering entrance exams, nurturing his academic aspirations.

For a while, everything proceeded smoothly, a harmonious rhythm of study and life. Rahul was indeed a bright student, excelling in his academics. However, the bustling city of Kolkata demanded a smartphone for communication and navigation, a necessity for modern life. Paromita, with thoughtful consideration, bought Rahul a smartphone herself. He was at a crucial age, and a smartphone seemed indispensable. When all his peers carried smartphones to college and coaching, it would have been deeply embarrassing for him to go empty-handed. It was with these thoughts in mind that Paromita splurged on an expensive phone for her brother-in-law, hoping it would help him keep pace with his times and his peers. This decision, however, went against the strict warnings of her in-laws, who had expressed their reservations. Yet, Paromita, a modern woman, believed she understood the situation better and bought the phone for Rahul. Perhaps, this very gift, meant with such good intentions, would become his (and her) undoing. Within a few months of receiving the phone, Paromita began to notice a peculiar, unsettling transformation in Rahul. Initially, Rahul had performed exceptionally well in college and coaching, earning praise from all his teachers. Paromita had swelled with pride and joy upon hearing their commendations. But then, abruptly, Rahul's performance began to plummet. His results were not just below expectations; they were shockingly bad. The positive feedback from teachers ceased entirely. Instead, complaints started pouring in: Rahul was completely disengaged in class, perpetually distracted, lost in thought. When questioned, he would merely mumble, "Nothing, it was a mistake, it won't happen again". Such damning remarks from his teachers left Paromita utterly bewildered, her heart sinking with each new report. She started observing him more closely and noticed that he rarely sat down with his books anymore. Most of his time was spent engrossed in his phone, a screen-addicted reverie. At first, Paromita dismissed it, thinking it was just a phase for a teenager, a fleeting distraction. But when his unit test results came back disastrous, Paromita was jolted into serious concern.

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Paromita, with her gentle nature, didn't want to reprimand him harshly, fearing it might push him further away at such a delicate age. She worried that a negative reaction might have the opposite, detrimental effect. So, one day, with a heavy heart and a sense of growing dread, she decided to check Rahul's phone. She knew the lock pattern; she herself had set it for him. The moment the phone unlocked, Paromita's eyes widened in horror, her breath caught in her throat! The phone was overflowing with pornographic content. There were countless porn apps, and a quick glance at the browser history revealed an endless stream of porn-related searches, all consuming an exorbitant amount of his precious time. In that moment, a chilling realization washed over Paromita: her in-laws had been right. It had been a terrible mistake to buy Rahul a phone so prematurely.


Paromita then opened Rahul's WhatsApp, and what she discovered made her heart plummet. Rahul had created an adult group with three of his friends, a cesspool filled with links to blue films, naked photos of women, and discussions teeming with sexual jokes. It felt as if a thunderbolt had struck her. She began to weep, tears streaming down her face, witnessing the shocking moral degradation of her innocent, naive brother-in-law. It was as if his mind had become consumed by a singular, obsessive focus: sex, sex, and nothing but sex. Delving deeper into the chat history, Paromita was horrified to realize that the four friends had been planning a visit to a brothel. They had even discussed the prices. However, the plan had fortunately fallen through due to a lack of sufficient funds. "Thank God!" she thought, a fragile wave of relief washing over her amidst her despair.


Yet, the danger, Paromita knew, was far from over. They had concocted another, more affordable plan to seek their cheap thrills: a visit to a massage parlor. The rates there, they believed, were comparatively lower. Their intention was to receive body massages from a 'massage girl,' and coupled with that, they desired a "Happy Ending". Paromita didn't fully grasp what a "Happy Ending" entailed; she had, after all, never stepped foot in a massage parlor herself. But a cold dread snaked through her as she instinctively understood that it undoubtedly signified some form of illicit act.

Reading further into the chats, Paromita learned that it would cost them 5,000 rupees per head, a sum significantly less than the 10,000 rupees (at least) they would have needed for the brothel. Their date and time had already been meticulously fixed: exactly four days from now. A sudden memory surfaced, chilling her to the bone: just a few days prior, Rahul had called his parents, asking for 8,000 rupees for "books". Her innocent in-laws, unsuspecting and trusting, had sent the money order to their son without a second thought. When the money arrived, Paromita had gently scolded her brother-in-law for asking for money from home without informing her. Didn't she, his sister-in-law, have enough money to support his studies?. But Rahul countered, claiming that his parents themselves had told him not to burden his 'boudi' (sister-in-law) for money, especially since his elder brother was abroad.


Now, with a crushing weight of realization, Paromita understood exactly why Rahul had requested money from the village. A deep sadness enveloped her as she despaired: how could such a good boy, coming to the city, have degenerated so quickly? She knew, with fierce determination, that she had to intervene, to stop this descent, or his studies, his character, everything, would be utterly ruined. Just then, Rahul returned from the bathroom and found his sister-in-law sitting on his bed, his phone in her hand. His heart lurched with a sudden fear, seeing the phone unlocked and exposed.

Trembling with apprehension, Rahul stammered, "Boudi, what happened? Why are you sitting with such a downcast expression?".


At that very moment, Paromita saw Rahul and a searing rage ignited within her. "Rahul," she began, her voice trembling with disappointment, "how much I trusted you! I gifted you this phone, believing in you completely. I didn't listen to anyone, not even your elder brother warned me against it. And this is how you honored my trust, Rahul? Shame on you!". She didn't stop there, her words cutting through the tense silence. "You lied to everyone, taking money from home, all to go to a massage parlor??" she demanded, her voice laced with incredulity and betrayal.

Rahul's expression clearly showed his shock and utter bewilderment at being caught. He hung his head low and mumbled, "I am sorry, Boudi, I made a mistake. Please forgive me. Please, don't tell Mom, Dad, or elder brother. Please, I beg you, I fall at your feet".


Paromita, her eyes narrowed with a mix of anger and dismay, retorted, "How could you even imagine that I would tell them all this? And how could I even tell them? Shame! If they heard this, they would condemn me, blaming me for giving you the phone despite their countless warnings".

Paromita's anger showed no signs of abating. She continued to scold her brother-in-law relentlessly, her words a torrent of frustration and disappointment. Rahul, silent and with his head bowed, absorbed every word. Eventually, his composure broke, and he began to cry. Seeing his tears, a flicker of tenderness, a maternal pity, softened Paromita's heart. She thought to herself, "This is just how this age is. Mistakes are bound to happen". The real mistake, she reasoned, was her own, for giving Rahul a phone so soon. Since she had made the mistake, it was she who had to rectify it. It was her responsibility to guide Rahul back to the right path. As a friend, she had to offer him sound advice.


So, Paromita, taking a deep breath and calming her swirling emotions, spoke softly, "Rahul, stop crying. This is not right for you. This age is for studying. If you don't focus on your studies now, you'll never be able to stand on your own feet in life. If you succeed in life, a good girl will naturally come into your life. So, don't be distracted".

Paromita earnestly tried to reason with her brother-in-law, explaining the gravity of the situation. Rahul listened to everything, but offered no positive response, no sign of agreement. It seemed as though his sister-in-law's wise words held no appeal for him. Despite his apathy, Paromita made it explicitly clear to Rahul: he was not to go to any massage parlor. She instructed him to message his friends, informing them that he would not be able to join them that day, citing her own ill health as an excuse.


With a heavy heart and visible disappointment, Rahul took his phone from Paromita and, as she had instructed, messaged his friends, relaying his inability to join them. Paromita observed his profound dejection at the cancellation of the massage parlor plan, a clear sign of how much he had anticipated it. To be absolutely sure, Paromita took all his money, keeping it with her, ensuring he couldn't sneak off to the massage parlor under any pretext. Her only solace was that her brother-in-law hadn't offered any resistance; he had quietly accepted everything.

But Paromita knew her task was far from over. She now had to bring her brother-in-law back to the right path, to help him improve his academic results. To do this, she realized, she needed to adopt an even more friendly approach with him. Therefore, to compensate for the canceled massage parlor plan, Paromita decided to cook Rahul's favorite dishes. By any means necessary, she had to make her brother-in-law happy, to divert his mind from his troubling thoughts. That afternoon, she took Rahul to a nice restaurant. The next day, she took him to visit the Victoria Memorial, hoping the change of scenery would lift his spirits. The day after, she took him to watch a movie, striving to create joyous memories. At home, too, she continued to cook delicious meals for him, pouring her affection into every dish.


Paromita desperately wanted to avoid any impression that she was creating distance with Rahul due to his budding, lustful mindset. So, she interacted with him as normally as possible, striving for an unaffected ease. Sometimes, she would playfully put her arm around his shoulder for a selfie, or even playfully pat his thigh, just as she had always done with him, trying to maintain their familiar bond.

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Despite her efforts, she couldn't coax a genuine smile from his face. Rahul remained withdrawn, his expression perpetually distant and melancholic. He had almost completely stopped talking to her, answering her questions with only one or two monosyllabic words. Paromita grew increasingly worried by his state, a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. She feared he might do something impulsive, something drastic. If this continued, she worried, he would surely fall into depression, his health deteriorating. Paromita felt a profound helplessness, for this was a matter she couldn't confide in her husband or her in-laws. Moreover, shaming Rahul to her in-laws would not solve the problem; it would only invite more accusations and harsh words directed at him.


As days blurred into one, that fateful morning arrived—the day Rahul had planned to go to the massage parlor with his friends. Their rendezvous was set for around 11 AM. But at half past ten, Rahul was sitting quietly in front of his sister-in-law, his eyes, filled with a desperate thirst, repeatedly darting towards the clock. Time was slipping away, yet there was no escape. His 'boudi' had meticulously blocked every avenue. All his pocket money was safely tucked away with her. Paromita, with a pang of understanding, knew precisely what was tormenting Rahul's mind. He desperately wanted to go. Seeing his unyielding obstinacy, Paromita finally walked over and sat beside him. In a gentle, almost tender voice, she asked, "Rahul, are you angry with me?".


Rahul offered no reply, his silence a clear affirmation of his anger. Yet Paromita persisted, her voice laced with concern, "Rahul, please, don't stay upset like this. It deeply pains me to see you this way. You're not yourself at all. I've tried so hard to make you happy – I took you to Victoria Memorial, treated you to a restaurant, took you to the cinema, and even cooked your favorite dishes at home. But still, you won't utter a single word. You've completely stopped talking to me. Why, dear?".


With a touch imbued with maternal affection, Paromita stroked Rahul's head. And at that gentle touch, Rahul finally broke. He began to sob uncontrollably, tears gushing from his eyes. Paromita tried to console him, her heart aching for his distress. But Rahul repeatedly pushed her hand away from his shoulder, rejecting her comfort. "Boudi, please, don't try to console me. Do I not even have the freedom to cry openly in this house? At least crying isn't a bad thing in your eyes, like going to a massage parlor! So please, just let me cry, grant me this much mercy," Rahul choked out, a raw, almost teasing edge to his voice. Paromita sensed the barb, and it pierced her deeply. Never before had Rahul spoken to her with such a sarcastic, teasing tone. It was unequivocally clear that Rahul had not truly accepted the cancellation of the massage parlor plan in his heart. His mind and soul were still consumed by a sordid sexual longing. His childish stubbornness plunged Paromita into deep thought. She found herself at a loss, wondering how she could possibly rescue Rahul from this perilous state. Paromita knew Rahul was stubborn, but his degree of obstinacy was beyond her wildest imagination.


Paromita realized that arguing further with Rahul would be futile. The more she spoke, the harsher his demeanor would become. Thus, she decided it would be far better to focus her mind and energy on finding a solution to this profound problem. Retreating to her room, Paromita pondered deeply, her mind racing through countless possibilities, until she finally arrived at a decision. Since this problem had arisen, albeit unknowingly, under her watch, it was she who had to do something drastic. Paromita felt an immense burden, knowing she had to face this ultimate test, this 'Agni Pariksha,' to save her brother-in-law. She truly had no other option left.

Emerging from her room, Paromita once again stood before Rahul. She addressed him, her voice firm yet gentle, "Rahul, I have something important to say to you; please look at me".


Rahul offered no response, instead turning his face away. Paromita, without waiting for his reply, began to speak, her voice laden with heartfelt emotion, "Rahul, I am not just your sister-in-law; I am like your own elder sister. I have no brothers, so I've accepted you as my own. It is my duty to bring you back to the right path, to the mainstream of life. I've tried every possible way to gently guide you back on track, but you've thwarted all my efforts. You are an incredibly stubborn boy. You haven't been able to shake off this massage plan from your mind. You've become addicted. If this continues, your life will be ruined, brother. If you can't recognize your mistake, if you can't rectify yourself, you will lose all focus on your studies. So please, tell me frankly, what is it that you ultimately want?".


Rahul attempted to compose himself, to regain some normalcy, but still, he uttered no word in response to Paromita. Feeling utterly compelled, Paromita spoke, "Look, Rahul, I have thought long and hard, and I have decided to take a drastic step, one that might actually make you happy. I have no other choice; I have to do this".

Rahul, momentarily taken aback, stammered, "What step?".

Paromita took a long, resolute breath, her heart pounding, and said, "I can no longer bear to see you wasting away like this, stifled by your desires. Therefore, I want you to fulfill your wish, and then, return to your normal life".


At these words, Rahul's face lit up as if he had been handed the moon itself. He could barely believe his 'boudi' had actually given him permission!. Overwhelmed with excitement, he eagerly asked again, "Really, Boudi, do you truly mean this? Or are you saying it out of anger and exasperation?".

"No, Rahul, I am absolutely serious," Paromita affirmed, her voice steady. "I've thought a great deal about this, and I've come to this decision. But I have a few conditions. Or rather, you must make a few promises to me, and only then will I grant you permission; otherwise, no".

"Of course, Boudi, I'll do whatever you say. Just command me," Rahul responded, his eagerness palpable.


"Rahul, I will allow you to do this just once," Paromita stated, her tone firm yet laced with a plea, "and then you must promise me that you will return to your normal life, focusing diligently on your studies".

"Boudi, please don't worry," Rahul said, brimming with newfound confidence, "I will study with all my might. Just grant me permission to do this once. I know my academic results haven't been good for the past few months. Honestly, I haven't been able to concentrate on my studies at all since these thoughts entered my mind. I know this isn't something to be proud of. I feel ashamed telling you all this. But I still want to experience this fantasy, even if just once. Because I've tried so hard to break free from this colorful web of dreams, but I haven't been able to. It's becoming impossible for me to even breathe now. As you said, if you allow me to do this just once, then you'll see, I'll become well again. And then my studies will automatically improve," Rahul declared, his voice filled with an almost desperate conviction.


"Alright, Rahul, so it shall be," Paromita conceded, a flicker of hope in her eyes. "It's been a long time since I've seen you speak with such enthusiasm and confidence. I hope you will keep your word".

"You can be 400 percent sure, Boudi, I will keep my word," Rahul vowed, his conviction absolute. "Very well, then consider that I've given you permission. But along with this, I have a small request".

"What is it, Boudi? Tell me..." Rahul prompted, his eagerness barely contained.

"Look, I've already 'spoiled' you by giving you the phone. Now I'm going a step further, allowing you to fulfill your fantasy by going to a massage parlor and getting a massage from some unknown massage girl. Surely you understand that if your parents or your elder brother found out about this, they wouldn't spare me?. So, the responsibility of keeping this a secret rests entirely with you".


"You absolutely don't have to worry, Boudi," Rahul reassured her, his voice sincere. "This will be our secret, for life. And besides, how could you even think I would tell my family members about this?. Look at the state I was in when you caught me!".

Paromita then playfully teased, "Hmm! You've grown up so much! You've successfully managed to extract permission to go to a massage parlor from your sister-in-law through non-violent protest. Good job!". Rahul blushed slightly at Paromita's words. Paromita's heart, too, felt a sense of relief, seeing a genuine smile grace her brother-in-law's face after such a long time. With these playful words, Paromita continued to gently 'leg-pull' her brother-in-law, aiming to alleviate any lingering feelings of guilt he might have. In this way, Paromita began to draw closer to her brother-in-law as a friend, hoping to influence him and guide him back to a normal life, much like a therapist. Paromita then asked Rahul, "Rahul, tell me something, do you and your friends really talk in such coded language? It seems like you've become far too advanced for your age. Sorry, I read your WhatsApp chats with your friends that day without your knowledge. You were talking about things like BJ, HJ, 'extras,' 'Happy Ending,' and so on. What do all these terms mean? I've never heard such words in my married life, nor has your elder brother ever discussed such things with me. Especially, what does this 'Happy Ending' mean?".


At her direct questions, Rahul's face flushed crimson with embarrassment. He was at a loss for words, simply muttering, "Please, Boudi, don't embarrass me by asking such things". 

"Rahul, you don't need to act so innocent," Paromita retorted, her voice firm. "You lost your innocence the moment you were caught by me. Just like that, I also lost my role as your guardian the moment I allowed you to go to the parlor. Now we are good friends. You are no longer that little brother-in-law of mine. You've grown up. So, stop being coy and tell me, what does 'Happy Ending' mean? Otherwise, I'll revoke my permission".


"Boudi, 'Happy Ending' means..." Rahul stammered, hesitating.

"Come on, Rahul, please tell me," Paromita urged, a note of impatience in her voice. "I genuinely haven't heard this word before".

"Boudi, first promise you won't get angry," Rahul pleaded.

"I won't," she assured him.

"Promise?" he pressed.

"Yes, alright, I promise! Now tell me!" Paromita exclaimed, exasperated.

"Actually, Boudi, 'Happy Ending' means when the massage girl, after giving a massage, masturbates the client with her own hand," Rahul confessed, his head bowed in shame. Paromita, suppressing her reaction, calmly asked further, "Alright, okay, no need to be so embarrassed. Now tell me, what do 'extras' mean?".


Seeing Paromita's calm, unreactive demeanor, Rahul gained a little courage, and this time, he spoke more openly. "Boudi, actually, massage girls don't usually allow their customers to touch them. But if they do, that's what's called 'extras'".

"And BJ means?" Paromita inquired.

"That's even easier, don't you know?" Rahul asked, surprised.

"No... that's why I'm asking..." Paromita responded, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Mmmhhmh..." Rahul hesitated again, clearly uncomfortable. Seeing his reluctance, Paromita, somewhat irritated, pressed him, "Ugh, just tell me! Why are you clearing your throat so much?".

"BJ means blow job..." Rahul finally blurted out.

"Hmm, alright... I understand..." Paromita managed, composing herself. Hearing such adult conversations from her young brother-in-law was not pleasant, but what could she do? To guide him back to the right path, she knew she had to endure this much.


Such conversations continued, as did the relentless ticking of the clock. Today was indeed the D-Day, the day for him to go to the massage parlor with his friends. Far more time had elapsed than originally planned. Rahul had expected that during this conversation, his 'boudi' would hand him enough money and let him go. His friends, he knew, had been waiting for a long time. His phone, which had been on silent, suddenly beeped with a message tone. In front of Paromita, Rahul unlocked his phone and began to read the message. After seeing it, with a pathetic expression, he pleaded for money from his sister-in-law, "Boudi, please, give me the money now. I need to go...".

Paromita asked, "Whose message, Rahul?".


"My friend's..." Rahul replied.

Paromita extended her hand, asking for the phone from Rahul. "Here, give me the phone. I want to read the message".

Rahul shook his head, hesitating. "No, Boudi, please. Don't look...".

Paromita smiled faintly. "Rahul, I've already given you permission, knowing everything. So why are you so embarrassed?. Haven't I told you, I'm not just your sister-in-law now, but your friend too. I'm not taking your phone to inspect it. I just want to see the messages, that's all!".

"I understand, Boudi, but these messages are very vulgar and offensive. So I feel a little apprehensive," Rahul explained, still reluctant.


"Rahul, I am not a child. I passed your age a long time ago, so don't lecture me. Besides, I've seen all the adult content on your phone, so none of this will surprise me," Paromita stated firmly, her patience wearing thin.

Rahul, after much deliberation and with trembling hands, handed the phone to Paromita. Paromita opened WhatsApp and began to read the messages. One of his friends had written, "Hey, you idiot, where the hell are you? We've already entered the massage parlor. And you're nowhere to be found. I'm having a Happy Ending right now! Want to see a picture?".


Following the text message was a picture. It clearly showed one of Rahul's friends lying almost naked on a massage table. A girl, wearing nail polish and some bangles, was seen grasping his genitals in her hand. It was unmistakably a masturbation act. This was why Rahul had been so utterly ashamed to show Paromita the messages.

The next message was a short video clip, which Rahul hadn't yet played. A round download option appeared in front of the video. Perhaps Rahul, out of fear of Paromita, hadn't dared to download and play the video, as its audio might have been too "exciting" to hear, and who knew what would happen if his 'boudi' heard it.


Paromita then asked, "There's a video here, what is it?".

Then, without waiting for a reply, she downloaded and played the video herself. It was a video of that friend's "Happy Ending". His friend was moaning, and the girl was continuously masturbating him. The girl's face wasn't visible in the video; it was just a close-up shot of the masturbation.

To avoid further embarrassing Rahul, Paromita tried to lighten the mood slightly, saying, "Hmm, it looks like your friends are certainly enjoying themselves".

Rahul relaxed a little, seeing that his 'boudi' was genuinely behaving like a friend. So, Rahul said, "Boudi, time is running out. If you give me the money, I can go and have some fun with my friends".


Paromita, now adopting a more serious tone, said, "Rahul, please listen to me carefully first. I promised you that I would allow you to get a massage, complete with a Happy Ending and even extras. But I don't want you to get it at a massage parlor. I have an alternative plan".

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Rahul, disheartened at the mention of not going to a parlor, still asked, "I don't understand, what exactly are you trying to say?".

"Look, Rahul, I believe going to a massage parlor would be a huge risk," Paromita explained, her voice filled with concern. "How many times do we hear news reports about security officer raids on this or that parlor, with pictures shown on TV news channels?. I simply don't want to take that risk with you. Your reputation could be tarnished, and do you really want that?".


Paromita's words instilled a profound fear in Rahul. He had never considered it from this perspective before! "If a tiger touches you, it's 18 wounds; if the security officer touch you, it's 36" – the old saying resonated with a new, terrifying clarity. Helplessly, Rahul then asked his well-wishing, supportive sister-in-law, "Boudi, what should I do now?".

Further escalating his fear, Paromita continued, "More than security officer raids, it's also a significant health risk. Who's to say how hygienic the girl massaging you will be? What if she's HIV infected? If you go for 'extras,' it could lead to your utter ruin!".


"Boudi, what is happening? You're just frightening me even more!" Rahul exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation. "I've nurtured this dream for so long, and finally, after knowing everything, you even gave me permission, and now you're saying all this!".

"Rahul, have I told you that you won't fulfill your dream?" Paromita countered calmly. "I'm only saying you shouldn't take the risk of doing all this outside. I have an alternative plan...".

"What is it?" Rahul asked, a flicker of hope returning.

"What if I told you that you could fulfill this dream right here, at home?" Paromita posed, her gaze unwavering.

Rahul was startled by her words. "At home??" he repeated, utterly bewildered.

"Hmm," Paromita affirmed.

"Boudi, my head is spinning. I don't understand anything. How is it possible at home? Who will come to massage me?" he asked, a mixture of confusion and renewed excitement in his voice.


Paromita, with an almost unnerving calm, told Rahul, "Rahul, relax, don't rush. Listen carefully to what I have to say, and you'll understand".

As Paromita spoke, Rahul, intrigued and desperate, listened intently.

"Okay, Rahul, listen," Paromita began, her voice steady and deliberate. "I've promised you that I'll allow you to get a massage. But I never specified *where* or *at what location*. And that place, I will determine. That place is none other than our home. Because going out for a massage at your young age carries risks. You're new to this city, and you don't really know your way around. So, I can't let you fall into trouble by blindly following your friends. You'll find a girl right here at home who will come to your room and give you a massage. That will be a completely safe and hygienic option. Do you understand?".


Rahul could barely believe his own ears; what was he hearing?. "Boudi, what are you saying?? Are you joking with me? Who will come here to give me a massage?".

"Hmm... there is someone!" Paromita replied, her eyes glinting with a hidden meaning.

"Who is she?" Rahul asked, his excitement surging.

"You could say she's a friend of mine. At my request, she might come. She can give you a massage, provide you with a Happy Ending, and if possible, even some 'extras'."

The innocent Rahul found it hard to believe her words. He said, "Boudi, I honestly don't believe you! Why would your friend do this for me? Who is this generous woman? I don't recall ever hearing you mention such a friend!".


Paromita replied, "She doesn't do this for everyone. She's not a professional. In fact, this will be the very first time in her life she's massaging anyone, and that 'anyone' would be you. She'll do it because you are my brother-in-law. And because of that, she has certain conditions that you must abide by. Although, these conditions aren't particularly difficult".

Rahul, placing his hands on his head, sank onto the sofa, exclaiming, "Boudi, I think I'm going crazy! You've thrown me into such a riddle; everything in my head is muddled. Just tell me straight, who is she? And what are her conditions?". Paromita offered a mysterious smile and said, "Rahul, as far as I know, you're excellent at math, and you're very good at solving riddles. I will explain all her conditions to you in detail, how the massage will happen, in which room, everything. With my explanation, perhaps you can unravel the mystery of this riddle and discover who that girl is! And even if you identify her with my clues, there's no need to discuss it with me. You can keep the answer to your riddle a secret from me".


Rahul, after much thought, finally asked, "Alright, then tell me, what are her rules and conditions? And how will the massage happen?". Paromita replied, "Then listen carefully. The most important condition is that you must be blindfolded, meaning your eyes must be covered. You won't be able to see her. Your eyes will remain covered throughout the entire massage session. The second condition is that she will not speak to you at all".

Rahul pondered for a moment and then said, "Mmmh... okay, Boudi, I agree to these conditions. But when, on what day, will she give me the massage? When will she come to our house?".


Paromita replied, "Rahul, it's good to hear you're ready to be blindfolded. And if you ask when it will happen, let me tell you that since you're ready to receive a massage with your eyes blindfolded, it can happen any day you wish. Even if you want, it can happen today, right now".

Rahul responded with a bewildered expression, "I'm surprised, Boudi! Has she already arrived? Have you planned a surprise for me?".

Paromita, with a slight shake of her head, said, "No more silly questions, Rahul. I won't answer any more of your deliberate questions. Listen carefully, if you're ready, we'll join two benches together to make a massage table. And that will be in your bedroom. I'll take you to your room and tie your eyes securely, so you can't see anything. Then I'll leave the room. I'll close your room door. Hearing the sound of the door closing, you'll slowly start undressing and prepare for the massage. But don't, by any mistake, remove your blindfold. When you're ready, you'll call out loudly, saying you're ready. Hearing your call, my friend will enter your room. She will be wearing anklets, and you'll know she has entered your room by the sound of her anklets. She will shake your hand, so you understand she's arrived in your room and is ready to give you a massage. She will massage you, and if needed, she'll even give you a Happy Ending, so you get complete enjoyment. If you follow all the rules, she might even give you some extras, but only if you're a good and obedient boy. But don't expect too much from her, because this is her first time massaging anyone. And you also shouldn't feel any hesitation or discomfort, just because she's my friend. Just think of her as a massage girl. So, take her massage easily. When the massage session is complete, she will shake your hand again to let you know the session is finished. Then she will leave your room, closing the door. Hearing the sound of the door closing, you'll know she has left. Then slowly untie your blindfold. Don't rush. First, properly put on all your clothes, one by one, and then you can come out of the room, okay?".


Paromita added, "Oh, one more thing. When I tie your eyes before your massage and leave the room, I won't be in the house. I'll leave you and my friend alone at home for a few hours, to give you some privacy. So you can have your massage session stress-free. Rest assured that your sister-in-law won't be around to make you uncomfortable".

Rahul's expression suggested he had recognized the identity of the unknown woman. His face held a mix of surprise, bewilderment, and excitement—a truly mixed expression. Let's see what his reaction to all this will be now....


Rahul said, "Boudi, are you serious? Are you truly agreeable to this arrangement?".

Rahul had found the answer to his riddle, and Paromita responded in kind, "Yes, Rahul, I've thought about it a lot, and there's no better way for me. I don't want you to fall into the trap of some unknown woman elsewhere. I want you to be in safe hands, and receive a massage from her. That's why I've appointed my friend for this task. I know my friend better than myself; I have immense trust in her that she won't do anything improper with you".


Rahul tried desperately to hide his excitement from his sister-in-law, but he couldn't. Paromita understood that Rahul was secretly very happy and incredibly excited. Paromita thought to herself that if Rahul was this happy, it meant he was just a few steps away from cleansing his mind. Once this massage was done, he would surely return to the mainstream of his life.

Suppressing his eagerness, Rahul said, "Boudi, I'm glad to hear you're happy with this arrangement, but what about your friend? Is she comfortable with this plan? I must tell you beforehand, I'll be almost naked, just like my friend you saw in the video".


Rahul's naughty-yet-sweet remark made Paromita blush slightly. Against her will, Paromita couldn't help but inwardly appreciate her brother-in-law's cunning and mischief. Rahul had indirectly given her an advance warning about his naked state. Paromita, however, maintained control over her emotions, offered a faint smile, and replied to Rahul, "Don't worry, Rahul, she's completely ready to face you in that state. Above all, like me, she also wants to rid your mind and thoughts of all this filth. In short, she wants to help you on my behalf".


Rahul, with a mischievous glint in his eye, asked, "Alright, Boudi, what does she look like? Is she as beautiful as you are? Most importantly, what's her name? What should I call her during the massage?".

"What does it matter if she's as beautiful as me?" Paromita countered. "Your eyes will be closed; it's about getting a massage. So, I don't think that's a big deal!".

"But her name? Can't I know her name? She's my dream fairy; what name will I know her by for the rest of my life?" Rahul pressed, his voice laced with playful longing.

"Mmmh... her name..." Paromita paused, thinking for a moment, then announced, "Her name is Mohini!".


"Mohini! Wow! What a beautiful name! The enchanting woman's name is Mohini. I haven't seen her, but I've heard many stories about her. Can I call her 'Mohini darling' during the massage?" Rahul asked, his voice full of infatuation.

Paromita turned her face away and whispered, "Whatever you wish!".

Rahul's curiosity about Mohini seemed unending. He further inquired, "Alright, what will she wear to give the massage?".

Paromita hadn't anticipated this question and inwardly began to ponder it herself. Just then, Rahul added, "Look, Boudi, you said your friend would give me 'extras' if I'm an obedient boy. And I already told you what 'extras' mean: body touch. So, she can't come fully covered".


Paromita then, blushing, said, "Rahul, how would I or my friend know what costume is used for a massage?. She's never done this before. Only professional massage girls know. Do you happen to know what kind of clothes they wear?".

"I have an idea!" Rahul exclaimed.

"What?" Paromita asked.

"I've never been to a massage parlor myself, but my friends went today. How about this: I'll casually ask them about it?."

"Alright, do that," Paromita agreed. "Call them and ask. But beware, don't tell them the real reason behind your question!. Put the phone on speaker mode so I can hear your conversation too".


Rahul, following his sister-in-law's instructions precisely, put his phone on loudspeaker mode and called one of his friends who had gone to the massage parlor that day.

"Hello Tanmoy, where are you?" Rahul asked.

"Rahul, what's up, brother? You didn't come today! We're heading home now. Everything's done (haha), and you're calling now, you idiot!" Tanmoy replied.

"Alright, brother, just tell me one thing, without rambling..." Rahul urged.

"What is it...?" Tanmoy asked.

"What do massage girls wear when they give massages? What did they wear when they massaged you guys?" Rahul inquired.

"Not much, brother, you know!. They only wore a bra and panty. The girl was super sexy. You missed out on something huge, man. This opportunity doesn't come often".


"Whether I missed anything or not, time will tell," Rahul said, casting a glance at his sister-in-law. Paromita noticed that he had deliberately said that for her to hear.

"Meaning?" Tanmoy asked, confused.

"Nothing, just leave it. I'm hanging up. You guys get home safely".

"Alright, see you in class, brother," Tanmoy said, and Rahul ended the call. "So, Boudi, did you hear what he said? Your friend needs to wear a bra and panty".

Paromita, taken aback, exclaimed, "You devilish boy, you'll be blindfolded! What does it matter to you what she wears?".

Rahul replied, "Ah, Boudi, you don't understand one thing. You yourself said that if I'm an obedient boy and follow all the rules, your friend Mohini will give me 'extras,' meaning she'll let me touch her. Now, if she massages me wearing a full-sleeved kurta like yours, what part of her body will I even touch? You tell me...".


Paromita, growing somewhat exasperated, exclaimed, "Ugh, honestly, I can't deal with you anymore! Your demands are sky-high. So, tell me what you *really* want!...".

Rahul responded, "Boudi, why are you getting annoyed? Look, I didn't force your friend; you're the one who said... Anyway, if there's going to be a massage, then tell Mohini to do everything completely professionally. Just like the massage girl, wearing a bra and panty, massaged my friends, I deserve the exact same kind of massage, otherwise, don't do anything at all".

With this, Rahul feigned a little anger deliberately. It was noteworthy that now, in his conversation with Paromita, Rahul was gradually using the name "Mohini" repeatedly instead of "your friend". Paromita finally sighed, "Truly, I have never seen another boy as stubborn as you".


With that statement, Paromita, in a way, tacitly accepted Rahul's demand. Finally, Rahul declared, "Boudi, I am ready now. You can call Mohini".

Upon hearing these words, Paromita's heart gave an inexplicable lurch! Because, now it was 'Agni Pariksha' time....

Paromita said, "Alright, Rahul, let's arrange the massage table first".

Rahul helped Paromita join two benches to create the massage table. It was positioned in such a way in the room that the "massage girl" could massage from any direction, with ample clear space around it. Paromita then brought a thick cloth and carefully tied it over Rahul's eyes, ensuring he couldn't see anything. To be doubly sure, Paromita held her fingers in front of his eyes and asked, "How many fingers?". As expected, Rahul gave the wrong answer, and a small sense of relief settled in Paromita's heart.


"Alright, Rahul, now you just sit comfortably here. I'm going outside, closing the door. In the meantime, undress and get ready. When you're ready, call out loudly. Then Mohini will understand that you're prepared. Give Mohini a little time to arrive. She needs to gather all her massage equipment, and besides, it's her first time, just like it's yours. So, once you call out, wait patiently like an obedient boy. Mohini will surely come".

"Alright, Boudi, don't worry. I'll obey everything you say. I'll do exactly as you instructed; not a single word will be altered".


"That's like a good boy!" Paromita said, affectionately pinching Rahul's cheek.

Then, as promised, Paromita closed Rahul's room door with a distinct sound and stepped out. Paromita slowly walked towards her own room, her heart pounding like a bullet train. What was she about to do in the next few moments?! Reaching her room, she gasped, breathless.

Paromita was about to undertake an immense test of fire today. She had never harbored any ill intentions or inappropriate desires for her brother-in-law. Even in her wildest dreams, such thoughts had never crossed her mind. On the contrary, she thought of Rahul as her own brother. She tied Rakhi for him, performed Bhai Phota for him. And today, by a cruel twist of fate, the very forehead she had once lovingly blessed as a sister, she would have to massage with oil. The hand that had tied a Rakhi would now, in the name of 'extras,' touch her exposed body! "Ugh!" she thought, feeling sick to her stomach. But she had to do this, for the well-being of her brother-in-law, whom she cherished like a sibling.


She had tried so many other ways to bring her brother-in-law back to the right path, but to no avail. There were no other options left. Rahul was new to the city, and there was no telling what kind of trouble he might get into at some unknown massage parlor. Paromita had already made one mistake by giving Rahul a smartphone so prematurely, which had completely spoiled his life. If she were to allow him to go to a massage center now, who knew what new addiction he might pick up? She had heard that drug addiction also happened in such places.

And if his desire for this massage wasn't fulfilled by any means, Rahul might eventually do many things without telling Paromita! Furthermore, what if Rahul went there and fell in love with a massage girl?. Society's judgment could be considered later, but then he would rush to the massage parlor every day, driven by love, which would be an even greater challenge than social stigma. So, Paromita decided that instead of another girl, she herself would take this step, becoming a part-time massage girl for Rahul.


Paromita tried to convince herself that this was simply a massage session, with no distant connection to the 'poison' called sex. Rahul was at a growing age; he just wanted to experience a woman's touch, that's all. But 'Happy Ending,' 'extras,' what about those?... Paromita again tried to reassure herself that giving a hand job wouldn't compromise her chastity. It was somewhat like bathing a child. When a small child is massaged with oil and bathed, sometimes their male organ is touched, but what does it matter?. Even when a mother makes her small son urinate, she sometimes has to hold his little penis. And no one's honor is so fragile that it would get stuck on someone else's private parts, or fall off just by touching?.


And 'extras,' she reasoned, meant just touching, nothing more. Rahul would touch her body to some extent, and Paromita would tolerate it for the greater good. Rahul was her own brother-in-law, not a molester!. Why should Paromita even think that she was going to massage her brother-in-law?. There was almost a ten-year age difference between Paromita and Rahul. She could easily imagine that she was giving an oil massage to a child. And if the term for masturbation at that age was 'cleaning a small boy's body part,' then it was therapy, not masturbation!. And if, during this massage, Rahul's hand, in the name of 'extras,' happened to brush against parts of Paromita's body, there was no need to make a big deal out of it.


Above all, a primary reason behind Paromita's difficult decision was her desire to get closer to Rahul as a friend, to win his trust. She hoped that in the future, before doing anything inappropriate, Rahul would consult his beloved sister-in-law. Then Paromita would be reassured that under her guidance, her brother-in-law would always be led on the right path.

Thinking all this, Paromita decided that she would massage her brother-in-law, Rahul. Although she was filled with apprehension: how could she, as a 'boudi,' massage her brother-in-law?. How would she face him during the massage session?. That's why she had insisted Rahul be blindfolded. Such stories were enjoyable to read in erotica literature, but in real life, in a civilized, respectable, aristocratic family, even thinking about such things was inconceivable.


Now, both of them knew in their hearts what was about to unfold. Paromita knew, and Rahul knew, that 'Boudi' herself was coming to massage her brother-in-law, disguised as Mohini. Paromita would pretend as if she were Mohini, and Rahul would also pretend that he was receiving a massage not from his sister-in-law, but from Mohini, a friend of his sister-in-law. In this way, they would both be free from all guilt, hesitation, and discomfort towards each other.

Paromita thought to herself that in a few moments, she would be witnessing her brother-in-law's semi-naked body. Oh, shit! She had completely forgotten that she, too, as per their agreement, had to discard her kurta and pajamas and wear only a bra and panty!. The thought sent a jolt of alarm through her. Her only saving grace was that Rahul would be blindfolded. But she would have to touch his body!. And against her will, she had also given him permission to touch her body, in the name of 'extras'!. Most importantly, Paromita would have to hold Rahul's penis. This was a task she had never even performed for her own husband. Her husband, Sahil, was a very straightforward man. He didn't understand the intricacies of sex. For him, sex was just a routine part of married life. And Paromita had never had any objection to such a straightforward sexual life. She, too, had never been a great researcher of sex, nor had she ever wished to be.


So, Paromita was now scared, terrified. For the first time in her life, she would have to touch a man's penis and masturbate him, and not just any man's, but her loving, pampered brother-in-law's. Paromita couldn't think of anything else. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, then, without opening her eyes, she began to take off her kurta and pajamas, one by one, consumed by shame. She was already wearing a bra and panty, so she didn't have to open her wardrobe for that. She took a basket and gathered all the massage equipment: oil, some clothes, her towel, a bowl, a flask of warm water, tissue paper, and so on.


Paromita stood in front of the mirror for a moment. She discovered a new Paromita. Never before had she stood in front of a mirror wearing only a bra and panty. But why today? Because today she was going to present herself in such a state to another man. Even if he was her brother-in-law, even if he was blindfolded, it was still a fact that for the first time, she was going to provide such a service to someone other than her husband, forced by circumstances.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt incredibly strange. Truly, she looked very sexy today; she couldn't help but inwardly praise herself. If her brother-in-law were to see her in this state, could he control himself?. Would he be satisfied with just a massage then? "Ugh, for shame, for shame," what was she thinking!. She bit her tongue and lightly slapped her forehead.


She wondered whether to keep her hair tied or open. After much thought, she left her hair open. She dabbed a foreign jasmine perfume on herself for the fragrance. Though, she didn't really need any separate perfume; a captivating natural scent emanated from her body. Truly, she had chosen her pseudonym, Mohini, perfectly; it was an apt name for her.

Paromita was so meticulous about her hair and body fragrance because she knew that if she was to succeed in this task, she couldn't be stingy with any detail. Giving a massage was not prostitution; done honestly, it was simply a job. Therefore, she had to approach this task with professionalism, just like a professional.


Now, from her wardrobe, she took out her anklets and put them on, so that with the tinkling sound of her anklets, she could communicate her every step to her brother-in-law, as they had previously discussed. Then she stood in front of the mirror one last time and asked herself if what she was about to do was right. Her mind responded positively.

Paromita, standing before the mirror, told herself, "Paromita, you are going with a noble purpose, not with any bad intention. So, there's no reason to worry; you will not become unchaste. You will just go and massage Rahul, relieve his pressure through masturbation in the name of a Happy Ending, and satisfy his urges by letting him touch your body a little. That's all! Then you'll come back. You must maintain self-control and focus only on the massage. Only then will you remain a chaste and devoted woman. You must not cross your limits. A little touching is fine, but you must avoid all kinds of sexual touching from Rahul. You must not encourage him at all. Remember, you have to stay in this house with Rahul until Sahil returns. Don't, in an attempt to reduce Rahul's infatuation, end up increasing his attraction to you and thus pollute this sacred brother-in-law-sister-in-law relationship. Otherwise, how will you face your husband and in-laws?. Rahul may still be a child, but you are an intelligent adult. You must not let yourself be swept away by the current".


Paromita felt frightened because, deep down, a strange, unknown excitement was stirring within her. Sahil had, after all, been abroad for a long time. Even if her sexual appetite wasn't intense, it wasn't good to remain completely deprived in married life either, for the heart sometimes becomes restless then. So, there was a risk, a significant risk. And sensing this ominous warning from her mind and body, Paromita talked to herself, setting boundaries for herself.

Just then, Rahul's voice echoed from the next room, "I am ready, Mohini!"

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Pls cont..

[Rocky@handsome]

Wow!!! Keep going — your story is really gripping and full of surprises! Can't wait to see where you take us next. Keep up the great work, really enjoying every update!

Just a small request—please keep the updates coming regularly. Inconsistency can spoil the amazing spell you’re building. Looking forward to more twists soon!

Regards

Rocky ❤️

[srinivasulu]

Great update dear. Story going very well. Your writing skills are excellent. Eagerly Waiting for more updates
Thanks

[cutekomal]

Hearing Mohini's name made Paromita's heart skip a beat. Now, she was no longer Rahul's 'boudi' Paromita; she was Mohini, the massage girl who would massage Rahul Babu. Look closely in the mirror, who was standing there?. Was it Paromita, the respectable eldest daughter-in-law of the Chatterjee family, dressed in a kurta and pajamas, or a professional massage girl named Mohini, clad in a bra and panty, holding a basket full of massage equipment?. Paromita was now completely determined, focused on her goal. Her goal was simply to make her brother-in-law happy, and then to return to her dignified self without any excessive indulgence. With her tumultuous mind, Paromita, alias Mohini, advanced towards Rahul's room. She opened Rahul's room door. She entered the room and locked the door from the inside. Because outside the door, she had shed her identity as 'boudi' Paromita and entered as Mohini, the massage girl. The sound of her anklets, and the opening and closing of the door, made Rahul understand that his Mohini had arrived.


Paromita was utterly shocked when she saw Rahul. He was lying completely naked, blindfolded, on the massage bench. Paromita had thought he would at least wear shorts!. Seeing her brother-in-law completely in his birthday suit, Paromita felt as though she was about to have a heart attack. But she couldn't say anything now, because she was forbidden to speak. She was Mohini now, not his 'boudi' Paromita, who would scold him for such indecency. The only piece of clothing on Rahul's body was the blindfold Paromita had tied over his eyes. This mischievous boy, in his excitement, had shed everything else. As Paromita's eyes fell on Rahul's thighs, she saw his "instrument" standing erect like an anaconda, making her eyes bulge. She thought to herself, "Can a man's penis really be that big? And that too, for a boy so young!".


The clean shave around Rahul's groin, encircling his penis, was clear proof of how eager he had been to visit a massage parlor. He had, therefore, "cleared all the jungle" beforehand. Consequently, his penis and testicles appeared very clean, without a single hair. Rahul's genitals made it seem as though he could, at any moment, launch a violent attempt upon coming into contact with a tender female body. Paromita's heart pounded with fear.

Paromita stood still for a moment, like a stone. Her throat was choked, dry with nervousness. She opened a water bottle, drank some water, and moistened her throat. She looked at Rahul, who was smiling subtly, thinking that his Mohini was now near him, swallowing hard at the sight of his nakedness.


Paromita's body fragrance had already begun to make Rahul anticipate how "colorful" the coming moments would be for him. Rahul's arms were strong, as if he had a gym-trained body, his stomach completely flat, without any fat. He looked like a grown-up man!. He lay on the bench with his hands resting on his stomach. His legs were joined together, held in a cautious position. Paromita quickly scanned Rahul from head to toe, then decided how and where to begin the massage.

Rahul was eagerly awaiting the "Golden Handshake". Paromita slowly approached him. She gently lifted Rahul's right hand from his stomach and, with a surge of self-confidence, gave him a firm handshake. Rahul then responded, "Oh, Mohini, I'm so excited today to receive your service!".


Paromita, alias Mohini, offered no verbal response. She gently placed Rahul's right hand on the corner of the bench. In the same manner, she lifted his other hand from his stomach and placed it on the opposite corner. At that moment, Rahul looked as though he were crucified, like Jesus Christ, but on the cross of lust.

Paromita then spread Rahul's legs apart. As a result, his "anaconda" reared its head even more prominently before Paromita's eyes. Rahul's arms and legs were spread wide, creating an ideal position for the novice Paromita to give the massage. She walked around the bench once, surveying Rahul's body, to facilitate her massage planning.


Paromita took her towel and first placed it over Rahul's face. Slowly, she began to rub it, moving downwards, wiping his neck, shoulders, and chest. The fragrance of his 'boudi' seemed to be infused in the towel, filling Rahul's mind with elation as he inhaled it. Paromita slowly moved the towel all over Rahul's body to completely wipe away his sweat. The repeated friction of Paromita's towel on Rahul's chest stirred a tide within him.

Paromita continued to wipe Rahul's chest and stomach with her towel, eventually reaching his lower back, just below the waist. As the towel brushed against his penis, a faint gasp escaped Rahul's lips. But Paromita, without lingering, moved towards his thighs. She had to bend her head low to wipe Rahul's body, and in doing so, her loose hair cascaded and brushed against his body. This caused a slight tickle, which further heightened Rahul's sexual arousal. The density and fragrance of her silky hair also made Rahul intensely restless. The moment Rahul realized that Paromita was leaning over and rubbing the towel on his body, his mind urged him to touch his 'boudi,' alias Mohini, the massage girl. With closed eyes, he blindly reached out his hand towards Paromita. Paromita didn't notice it at first. But when, by chance, she suddenly realized that a hand had, after a long time, touched her breasts, she instantly knew whose hand it was!.


It was as if Rahul had hit the jackpot by chance!. Paromita immediately removed Rahul's hand from her bosom and placed it on her waist, under the guise of "extras". For Rahul, this unexpected gain was still significant. He immediately began his work there, squeezing and fondling Paromita's waist. Meanwhile, Paromita continued to wipe Rahul's entire body with the towel. As she wiped his thighs, she caught a very close glimpse of Rahul's "anaconda," which was enough to make her heart pound several times faster. A peculiar scent reached her nose—whether it was foul or primal depended on how dormant the volcano within Paromita was at that moment. Rahul continued to emit soft moans. He then said, "Oh, Mohini, my eyes are blindfolded, I can't see you. So, I don't know how beautiful you are. That's why I want to touch you and feel you a little, from head to toe. If you don't mind, will you grant this small wish of mine?".


Paromita offered no response. She thought for a moment, then decided that she would grant her brother-in-law's request. She would allow it, but only as long as Rahul did not cross any boundaries of decency. If Rahul became excessive, Paromita would immediately stop him. Paromita did not respond verbally, because she did not want Rahul to hear his 'boudi's' voice in Mohini's throat. For that reason, she took Rahul's hand and pulled him into a sitting position. She nudged his shoulder, signaling him to stand up. Rahul got off the bench and stood up. Paromita held both of Rahul's hands and guided him to the appropriate spot. She stood opposite Rahul. Then, Paromita brought her brother-in-law's hands up to her head and placed them there. The signal was clear to Rahul: his 'boudi' had granted his wish.


Rahul gently stroked Paromita's head. He playfully braided her hair here and there. His hands ran through her thick hair, which reached her back. Then, Rahul brought his hands to Paromita's forehead. His delicate touch felt like a blind artist sculpting a lifeless structure. Paromita stood still, like a statue, enduring everything. Rahul lovingly caressed every part of Paromita's face with his hands, feeling her soft skin to his heart's content. He missed no spot – her nose, eyebrows, cheeks, lips, chin – leaving no part untouched.


Paromita, at least, felt a sense of relief that her brother-in-law was not rushing. He was not molesting her. He was gently touching her skin, just like a lover, not like a one-time hook-up man. Indirectly, Rahul was worshipping Paromita's beauty. If he had intended to violate her modesty, he would have immediately grabbed and scratched her breasts. But Rahul hadn't done that; he had patiently begun to feel every part of his Mohini's body, one by one.

Paromita rather enjoyed Rahul gently pinching her cheeks, as it was imbued with affection, not lust. Rahul touched every part of Paromita's body in such a way that it felt as if he was performing a 3D scan of his 'boudi's' form!. After this continued for some time, Rahul's hands reached Paromita's shoulders. He placed both hands on either side of her shoulders and began to massage them. As he massaged, he found the bra straps. After a moment's thought, he pulled Paromita's bra straps to the side, as if he wanted to lower them... the rest was known only to Rahul's mind!.


But Paromita was alert. Sensing the danger, she immediately slapped Rahul's hand lightly, indicating that her brother-in-law was crossing a boundary. Then, Paromita herself pulled her bra straps back into place. And at that moment, Rahul seized both of Paromita's hands. He pressed them against the wall and held them upwards. Paromita understood that Rahul wanted her to keep her hands raised like that, to give him access to her exposed armpits. Slowly, Rahul began to tickle her armpits. Paromita squirmed. Then, he slowly moved his hands from her armpits and placed them over her breasts.


Paromita had agreed to grant Rahul's wish. Rahul, in his blindfolded state, had wanted to touch and feel all of Mohini's body parts. And everyone knew that breasts were among those body parts, even without studying biology. So, now, even if Paromita wanted to, she couldn't stop Rahul from touching her precious bosom. Paromita was trapped by her own promise. Nevertheless, Paromita was ready to intervene if the limit was crossed.

Rahul, with extreme caution, placed his hands over her brassiere. A 440-volt current seemed to course through Paromita's chest. Rahul moved his hands in circular motions around her breasts, just like tracing their round shape!. He gently squeezed them, which was enough to take Paromita's breath away, but she remained outwardly expressionless, thinking she still had much agony to endure. She realized that Rahul was estimating the circular size of her breasts with his hands; the experience of touching a woman's breasts for the first time was indeed unique!.


Rahul moved both his hands downwards and cupped both breasts in his palms like a scale, as if he wanted to weigh his 'boudi's' breasts along with measuring them. He had never looked at his 'boudi' with such eyes before, but Rahul knew well that his 'boudi' was no less than an apsara—as beautiful in figure as she was in looks. Thus, in his blind state, Rahul was making a futile attempt to gauge the size and weight of these invaluable treasures of apsaras, which nourished children with milk.

Paromita, however, maintained her composure, showing no reaction. This further emboldened Rahul. He now began to run his fingers over the brassiere and into Paromita's cleavage!. He seemed to be excavating that crevice with his fingers. Rahul was, in fact, extremely aroused. This became clear as Rahul moved closer to Paromita while continuing his activities on her chest. He was trying to slip his hand into her bra through the cleavage. Paromita immediately grabbed Rahul's hand, which had already penetrated about four inches inside her bosom. From there, Paromita pulled Rahul's hand out and lightly slapped his head, to make him understand that he was reaching in the wrong place.


By then, Rahul had moved so close to Paromita that his erect penis, through his panty, was bumping against Paromita's vaginal wall. Rahul had caused this intentionally, so Paromita moved a few inches away. Rahul understood from this that his 'boudi' did not consent to that either.

Rahul moved his hands down from Paromita's breasts and placed them on her soft, tender waist, gently pressing, kneading, and even pinching. He caressed his 'boudi's' soft stomach, which made Paromita tickle slightly. Realizing this, Rahul felt even more delighted. He inserted his finger into her navel, stirring a storm in Paromita's heart. Then, slowly, his reach extended to her panty strap!. Rahul began to trace his finger there as well. Then he moved his hand to her lower abdomen and groin area. Immediately, Paromita's mind received an ominous warning. She placed both her hands over her panty, covering her vagina. Rahul, feigning blindness, fumbled around but couldn't reach his main target. When his hand touched Paromita's clasped hands, Rahul understood that his 'boudi' was covering her vagina with her hands to conceal it from him, protecting her chastity. Paromita was wearing underwear, but she had not the slightest trust in Rahul, or rather, in Rahul's sexual hunger. The boy who had dared to reach her breast tunnel through her cleavage might show similar audacity with her lower body. So, she had covered the central part of her panty with clasped hands.


Rahul was somewhat displeased by this, which Paromita could clearly perceive from his expression. But Paromita had no other choice. She had to please her brother-in-law without compromising her chastity. This was her 'Agni Pariksha' (test of fire). If Rahul, driven by youthful excitement and influence, wished to break the brother-in-law-sister-in-law relationship and venture down a dangerous path, the mature Paromita would by no means allow it.

If Rahul were to slip his hand inside her panty even once, he would touch his 'boudi's' genitals. She had never allowed any man other than her husband to touch her private parts. Until now, apart from Rahul, no other man had ever come close to her. So, her chastity had remained intact all this time. Whether it would remain so in the future would be determined by time, Paromita's patience, and her true self-control, which would dictate Paromita's marital fate.


Rahul tugged and pulled at the panty strap for a while, but it was no use. He rubbed his hand on her thighs, but still, he could not get close to the softness of Paromita's genitals. Paromita also thought, like Anupam Chatterjee (a popular Bengali lyricist), "If you get everything, then life is ruined!".

He then continued to caress Paromita's thighs, knees, legs, soles of her feet, and toes, trying to appease his unfulfilled desires to some extent. As this continued, Rahul suddenly straightened up, held Paromita's waist, and turned her around. Paromita's face was now towards the wall, and Rahul was right behind her. This made Paromita nervous. What mischievous trick was her brother-in-law going to try now?. Now Paromita couldn't even see where Rahul's hands were going on her body. Rahul was out of her sight, standing behind her. So how would she stop him?.


Just then, Paromita felt Rahul's hands on her shoulders. It felt as if he was massaging her shoulders, and Paromita even felt a slight relief. She had come to massage her brother-in-law, and now her brother-in-law was, in turn, massaging her.

Rahul again started playing with Paromita's bra straps. He once more tried to pull Paromita's bra straps down, but again he was stopped by Paromita. So, Rahul raised Paromita's hands upwards, to avoid being obstructed in this way repeatedly. But Paromita was also stubborn; she knew why her brother-in-law was holding her hands up like that!. So, with a sudden jerk, she freed herself from Rahul's grip. Rahul understood that his 'boudi' was not easily available. She would never let him cross the line. Rahul now moved from Plan A to Plan B.

Rahul slipped his hands through Paromita's armpits, placed them on her breasts, and squeezed Paromita. Paromita was astonished! Without any warning, Rahul began to squeeze Paromita's breasts from behind. Paromita tried to free herself by placing her hands over Rahul's, but Rahul was not one to let go. Once he had grabbed his boudi's breasts, he would squeeze out milk from them.
Rahul would not let go of Paromita's breasts. He now went a step further, slipping his hand inside her bra from below and began to squeeze. Paromita felt suffocated. Rahul was very excited. With one hand, he began to pull Paromita's panty down. Then he pressed his penis against Paromita's beautiful butt hole. Paromita could no longer endure this. She used all her strength to free herself from Rahul's grip. Turning around, she slapped Rahul hard.
 Slapping him hard, she said, "Rahul! What are you doing? Can't you control yourself?" Paromita chastised him.
Understanding Paromita's fierce demeanor, Rahul calmed down a bit and said, "I am sorry, Mohini, I didn't quite understand. Actually, my eyes are blindfolded, so I ended up using my other senses a bit too much. Please forgive me, please!".
Paromita realized that Rahul was still addressing her as Mohini. This meant that all this time, he was seducing her not as his boudi, but as Mohini. So she shouldn't shed Mohini's disguise now, and should quietly keep her word, for the welfare of her brother-like dewar. Despite her voice, her dewar had continued to imagine her as Mohini; he was so deeply entranced. So it wouldn't be right to protest his actions too harshly. He wasn't her dewar now, because Mohini was swirling in his mind and brain, only Mohini. He had probably forgotten that he had a dear, friend-like boudi.
So Paromita adjusted her panty, which was hanging on her thighs, back into place. She also fixed her bra, adjusting her breasts inside it. Then, silently, she took Rahul towards the massage table. Rahul understood that his boudi's anger had subsided, partly because he had addressed her as Mohini instead of boudi. He had played the right move at the right time. Otherwise, his boudi might have gotten angry and left the room. Then there would have been no massage, and no happy ending. Being too greedy would have ruined everything in the end.
Rahul, like an obedient boy, took his boudi's hand and moved towards the massage table. Paromita helped him lie down on his back. As before, she spread Rahul's arms and legs. Paromita knelt near Rahul's head, so she wouldn't have to stand and bend over to massage him. Paromita slowly started braiding Rahul's hair. The movement of Paromita's soft fingers through his hair sent a cold sexual current through Rahul. Then she started pressing his forehead with her hand. Her soft hands roamed over Rahul's entire face and then reached his shoulders.
Those two soft hands freely roamed over Rahul's neck, shoulders, chest, and arms. Rahul felt very relaxed receiving Mohini's soft but non-erotic massage. Rahul reached out his hand to touch his boudi again. But again, Paromita silently took Rahul's hand and placed it back in its original position on the massage table. Rahul was naturally disappointed. He couldn't melt his boudi with his lustful lava; his boudi remained like frozen ice in the Arctic region. Paromita continued to massage Rahul's entire body until she reached his waist. She paused for a moment, wondering what to do. Seeing Paromita do nothing, Rahul said, "What are you waiting for, Mohini? My boudi told me you would give me a happy ending?"
Hearing about the happy ending, a cold gust of wind swept through Paromita's chest. Hiding her nervousness, she, as Mohini, said, "Rahul Babu, let me complete your massage first. If you cooperate with me without taking any advantage, then I can consider it".
With this, Paromita, or Mohini, told Rahul to turn over and lie on his stomach, because she would now massage Rahul's back. This was to avoid a happy ending as much as possible, you see. But would she succeed in the end?
Rahul, hoping for a happy ending, obediently turned over without further argument. Paromita calmed her restless mind. She told herself that no matter how much she assured her dewar of a happy ending, she must not cross her limits. It wouldn't be right to excite Rahul too much in the name of a massage. Thinking this, she placed her hands on Rahul's neck and began to rotate them. She gently massaged Rahul's neck and naked back. Rahul was very comfortable, and his pleasure sometimes escaped his mouth in sounds like, "Ahh... Ahh-hh...". Who wouldn't feel comfortable receiving a massage, even without the sexual aspect!
While lying on his stomach, Rahul's head protruded slightly from the table. And Paromita was standing in front of Rahul's head, massaging his back. So Rahul's hair brushed against Paromita's navel, tickling her unknowingly. As Paromita's hands moved from his back to his waist, she had to bend slightly to massage him. At that very moment, her breasts automatically came within Rahul's reach once again. But this time, hoping for a happy ending, Rahul did not reach out. He remained an obedient boy. However, to ensure Paromita couldn't move from this position, he wrapped his arms around Paromita's waist. He hoped his boudi would allow at least this much.
He was not disappointed. Paromita did not give much importance to this matter and focused on the massage. If she stopped Rahul at every turn, Rahul would not enjoy this massage, and then he would eventually find his way to a real massage parlor. Paromita did not want that at all. So she tried to give her dewar an experience similar to a parlor.
This time, Rahul held Paromita's waist even tighter. He lifted his head and rubbed his nose against her navel. At the same time, he moved his hands around her waist, pinching and squeezing. Paromita endured it all for the greater good. She knew this was the first, and this was the last. So Rahul could touch her body and enjoy it as much as he wanted, without any sexual feeling, because with his eyes closed, Rahul was now thinking of her as Mohini, not his boudi Paromita.
Rahul tried to push his boundaries again. He lightly placed his hands on Paromita's buttocks over her panty. Then he slowly began to press. Paromita understood what was happening behind her back, but she waited a little, wanting to see how far her dewar would go.
The speed of the pressing gradually increased, and Paromita's mind became agitated. Then Rahul began to patrol Paromita's panty-line with his fingers. Slowly, one by one, fingers began to illegally intrude under the border without permission.
Paromita's breasts, caught in Rahul's strong embrace, were pressing against Rahul's back. Rahul had lightly begun to lick his boudi's navel with his mouth. And his naughty fingers, having entered her panty, were moving towards the tunnel, meaning the anus. This was the situation then. And Paromita? She hadn't even realized when she had become entangled in the web Rahul had woven, while fulfilling her boudi's responsibilities.
Rahul was kneading Paromita's buttocks like dough. Slowly, with his fingers, he was stretching her anus, so he could insert his fingers there. Paromita was helpless then. Rahul had played a decisive move. He had embraced her in such a way that there was no way to escape. Rahul now began to kiss his boudi's stomach, which was very difficult for his boudi to endure. But the helpless Paromita felt her abdomen getting wet from her dewar's salivary glands. Rahul had fully inserted both his hands inside her panty. Unable to bear the weight of his hands, the panty slid down a bit. And taking this opportunity, Rahul pulled Paromita's panty down.

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Paromita's panty reached her knees. Slowly, Rahul tried to move his face towards her vagina. But with his eyes closed, he couldn't figure out the right path! Paromita also couldn't see what was happening behind her, because Rahul had pushed her back onto his back, not allowing her to get up. She only understood that her bottom was now bare, her panty was dangling at her knees, and Rahul's hands were pressing on her soft buttocks continuously.
Rahul's mouth, finding its way by guesswork, had come close to Paromita's vagina. Paromita could feel Rahul's breath there, but she couldn't stop him at all. She was surprised how Rahul had so perfectly trapped her in this web, even while being blindfolded! Paromita put her hands behind her back and tried to pull her panty up from her knees and put it back on. Rahul realized this when his hand brushed against Paromita's. He immediately stuck out his tongue and licked her vagina to shock his boudi. Paromita shivered! What had her dewar just done? He had licked her female genitalia like that! She forgot about pulling up her panty.
Rahul didn't stop there. Having found the right spot, he continuously licked Paromita's vagina with his tongue. Currents seemed to run through Paromita's body. She couldn't control herself; she couldn't defend herself from this sexual assault. Her body began to tremble from the intense licking. But Paromita was angry at Rahul, because her mind and brain were not prepared for any of this. It was predetermined that Rahul would not cross his limits, but Rahul was doing exactly that. Gathering all her strength, Paromita pushed Rahul. Then she moved away from Rahul. She pulled up her dangling panty from her knees and put it on. Then she slapped her dewar hard.
"Rahul!! What was all this? Didn't I tell you to stay within your limits! Is this how you honored my trust?"
Rahul, looking sheepish and still blindfolded, said, "I... I am sorry Mohini. You are so beautiful that I couldn't control myself. I didn't realize you would get so angry. Really, very sorry!".
Rahul tried to persuade Paromita to complete the massage with a happy ending. He repeatedly admitted his mistake, but Paromita, was not agreeing. But Rahul then repeatedly addressed his boudi as Mohini, to convey that he had wronged a massage girl, which was forgivable, whereas doing so as her dewar would have been unforgivable. After so much persuasion, Paromita finally agreed to continue the massage.
Rahul had maintained two things from the very beginning, one being calling Paromita "Mohini" so that the dewar-boudi relationship would not be an obstacle in this sexual excitement. Second, keeping himself blindfolded at all times so as not to make his boudi uncomfortable by eye contact.
Paromita, having regained some composure, prepared to restart her massage. She asked Rahul to lie down on his stomach on the table again. Rahul complied. Paromita now came to the middle of the table and began to massage. As she massaged, she reached Rahul's buttocks. Rahul requested Paromita to press and massage his buttocks well. Paromita, despite not wanting to, reluctantly did so. She placed her soft hands on Rahul's buttocks and pressed. Rahul felt comfortable. So comfortable that by mistake, a foul-smelling gas, a fart, came out with a sound from his anus.
Rahul, very embarrassed, said, "Oops, sorry Mohini!".
Paromita couldn't suppress her laughter. The outburst of laughter thus normalized the atmosphere between them a bit. After completing the back massage, Paromita made Rahul sit up. Then she began to massage Rahul's knees. Understanding this, Rahul spread his legs, and as a result, Rahul's 'dhani lanka' (small chili, referring to his penis) stood up. Rahul had actually understood that it was time for his happy ending. And that's why his boudi had made him sit up.
Paromita brought a towel and placed it on the floor, so that after masturbation, the fluid released from the penis would fall directly onto the towel due to gravity, preventing the floor from becoming sticky. Because Paromita herself would have to clean everything. She would feel quite disgusted seeing or cleaning her dewar's sperm repeatedly.
Now came the auspicious moment, the happy ending. It is said that all's well that ends well. Rahul's excitement was rising. Paromita's hands were also trembling. Still, she had to do it, she had given her word. Paromita slowly extended her hand towards Rahul's genitalia. Rahul, blindfolded, waited restlessly for his boudi's soft hand to touch his penis.
Paromita knelt in front of Rahul. She first placed her hands on Rahul's knees for support. Rahul understood that his boudi had knelt down in front of him. He placed his hand on his boudi's neck. Paromita thought this was the final step, so she wouldn't stop Rahul too much now. Besides, people are a bit excited during masturbation, so this much leverage could be given to Rahul at the last moment.
But Rahul Babu was not one to be content with just placing his hand on her neck. He always wanted more and more. And that's what he did. Placing his hand on Paromita's neck, he began to press there. Paromita still said nothing. Silently, she took some oil and rubbed it well in her palm. One hand she placed on Rahul's waist, and the other hand moved towards Rahul's dick.
Finally, Rahul's penis felt the touch of Paromita's soft hand. A cold, chilling current ran through Rahul's chest. At first, Paromita's hand trembled a little due to nervousness. But the next moment, she gathered courage and squeezed Rahul's manhood. Rahul cried out, "Ahh...". This "Ahh" was not of pain, but of satisfaction, of sexual excitement.
Paromita now slowly rubbed her hand on Rahul's dick, masturbating him up and down. She lightly scratched some parts of his testicles with her fingers. This was not her first time; she had experienced such an act once or twice before at her husband's request. But being a servant to her husband and being one to her brother-in-law was a world of difference!
Paromita continued to pump Rahul's penis with increasing consistency. While initially fearful and apprehensive, she was now confident. With boldness, she was masturbating Rahul's dick. She was doing all this maintaining an eye to blindfold contact. Her dewar, likewise, was intensely excited, groping around and finally grabbing his boudi's breasts. His boudi was impassive because this was her final task; after this, this ordeal of massage would end.
Rahul was also unwilling to miss this golden opportunity at the last moment. He knew he wouldn't get any more service from his Mohini after this. So what if his Mohini got angry now. For this reason, in these few moments, he wanted to take as much advantage as possible of his boudi's compulsion, in the guise of Mohini. So Rahul, still blindfolded, accurately guessed and slipped his hands from above inside Paromita's bra! Without wasting a moment, he immediately got his boudi's soft, naked breasts in his palms and began to squeeze them. As a result, Paromita screamed and moaned for the first time, "Aaaahhhh...".
Rahul had grabbed Paromita's breasts from all sides, still inside her bra. Paromita was forced to say, "Rahul!! What are you doing!!".
"Don't stop me now, Mohini. The massage is at its final stage. At this moment, I want extreme pleasure. The more my excitement rises, the faster I can release my fluid, and then you will be free. So let me do what I am doing. It's for your own benefit; you can complete the happy ending faster".
There was both force and logic in Rahul's words. So Paromita, without thinking twice, started shaking Rahul's penis even harder, to make the fluid come out quickly. Rahul understood his boudi's intention. He also guessed at the back of his mind, Mohini is actually enjoying his hands pressing her soft breaststroke in the confinement of her bra. So he also increased the pace of his adventure. While squeezing his boudi's breasts, he brought his mouth close to his boudi's face. Then, finding the position of her lips, he joined his lips with hers and began to passionately smooch, lip kissing, in supreme pleasure!
Paromita was astonished by Rahul's actions. What was he doing to her in the name of a happy ending? This was too much. So Paromita stopped masturbating and tried to push Rahul's face away with both hands. Rahul was also ready. As Paromita's hands came close to his face, he grabbed Paromita's hands. He pulled them behind his waist and wrapped them around him. In this state, Rahul got off the table, embraced his boudi, lifted her, and carried her in his arms to the bed in a flash.

Now Paromita was lying on the bed on her back, with Rahul on top of her. Paromita was about to say something, but before she could, Rahul removed his blindfold, freeing his eyes. How could his eyes be deprived of seeing such a beautiful, living figure, dressed only in a bra and panty? It simply couldn't be!
As soon as he removed the blindfold, Rahul saw his boudi's frightened yet strangely beautiful eyes. But now was not the time for romance. It was only time for an intense incestuous sexual act! That's what Rahul was poised to do. He was unwilling to listen to any of Paromita's protests now. He would deal with the consequences later, thinking this, he pounced on his boudi. He began to kiss her wildly. Sometimes on her neck, sometimes on her chest, cheeks, lips, all over her body! Quickly, he reached his hands behind and unhooked Paromita's bra. Paromita understood that her ruin was imminent today and there was no escaping. What she had thought a couple of hours ago was not happening. Now it was her choice: would she accept this as misfortune and cooperate with her dewar, or would she be bangd against her will? The demon of lust had taken hold of Rahul. He wouldn't listen to a single word from his boudi; if she resisted, she would get hurt. That wouldn't be good for Paromita. So if her chastity was to be lost, it might as well be without pain.
Accepting this cruel twist of fate, she shed two tears from her eyes and, with a heavy heart, said, "Slowly, Rahul, a little slowly".


That was it; Rahul understood that his boudi had submitted to him. She had agreed to provide him with all sorts of assistance. So Rahul, instead of acting like a beast, began to lovingly mark his boudi's body with kisses, like a lover. Paromita no longer resisted; there was no point. Slowly, Rahul's kisses reached Paromita's stomach. There, his playful acts continued around her navel. He filled the navel's hollow with saliva from his tongue, licking it all around. He wanted to tear and devour his boudi's body like a kite or vulture, having obtained it in this manner. Then, making good use of his hands, he grabbed her panty and began to pull it down.
Despite some resistance, Paromita's domestic wifely hands lost to Rahul's youthful physical strength. Paromita desperately wanted to stop Rahul, but she couldn't match her dewar's strength. All her inner strength had drained away; she was breathless. She had never wanted to accept another man's penis into her vagina, but she finally had to when her panty completely detached from her body and fell to the floor, and her dewar's lund slowly but instantly entered her sexual opening. Since it was a married vagina, she didn't feel much pain, but Paromita understood that she no longer belonged to Sahil. She had become unchaste at the hands of her husband's own brother! Ugh, what a shameful thing! It felt like wanting to drown herself with a rope and a pitcher.
Meanwhile, this was Rahul's first time entering a vagina. His joy was different; he felt like he was floating in an ocean of pleasure. So, without wasting any time, Rahul began to move his penis up and down inside his boudi's vagina. The extreme fucking began, of the dewar with his boudi. Rahul showed no mercy to the unhooked bra either. He tore it off and threw it to the other side of the bed. Then, pressing on his boudi's naked boobs, he put his mouth on her bosom and began intense sucking and licking.
On one side, his penis was thrusting inside her vagina, and on the other, Rahul's mouth had covered Paromita's, so she couldn't scream in pain or agony. With unequal strength, Rahul kept his mouth on his boudi's, kissing and sucking.