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I am a resident of Chennai, staying with my elder brother and parents. My brother is 12 years elder to me. His marriage was arranged. He married when I was 18 years old, my indian bhabhi was 22 at the time of marriage. I’ll come to the story directly. My brother and sister-in-law lived separately but in the same building with us. I was too young when she came to the house, but old enough to explore my sexuality.
The first time I had lustful intentions about my indian bhabhi was when I saw her cleavage while she was cleaning the house. She was about 5ft 5 inches tall, wheatish color and was slim at the time of marriage. I didn’t care about measurements back then. All I did was look at her white bosoms whenever she was cleaning the house. I knew the exact timings, once in the morning and once I’m the evening. I would watch the cleavage, go home and masturbate thinking of her. This started as a harmless attraction in my teenage. I would sneak into their bathroom and sniff her dirty panties and bra. The smell still gives me a high.
She got pregnant in the first year of marriage. I noticed her boobs and ass got a bit bigger and some fat around the waist. She wore mostly nighties because her dresses were too tight and also stopped wearing a bra in the house, made her boobs bouncy and jiggly. My brother would go to the office at 9 and would return at around 5 PM. I would spend time at her house after school. I developed a good bond with her, more like friends.
Once while watching TV, she was sitting on the sofa, laying her leg on a stool, I could see her green panties and amazing thighs, for more than half an hour. Our bond was good nothing sexual until the birth of her second child in 2013.
8 years after her marriage, she was plump, baby fat from her two pregnancies, 36 size breasts, a jiggly ass which would make you look again and again. Her large shoulders and wide hips made her waist look a bit smaller. She looks like a voluptuous sculpture. A perfect Indian Milf with just the right amount of fat on the waist, that’s exposed when she wears a saree. Surprisingly, she started to wear t-shirts and pants. Her breasts looked extra big in t-shirts.
Now to the most important day in the start of our lustful behavior was the day I casually offered her a head massage. She used to complain about her migraine headaches and how she wished her husband, my brother was there, he would have given her a head massage. I offered her my services. The first time it was a nondescript head massage for her. Though, my dick was hard when I put my hands in her hair and massaged her scalp. Things started to get a bit Spicier the second time.
The second I started the massage, as usual, I started with the head, the sexual attraction that was suppressed inside me for about 8 years gave me some courage.
I slowly started to massage her neck, (I had researched on the sexual pleasure points, nape of the neck is one). Nervously, I started massaging her shoulders, after spending some time of the neck and shoulder. I moved to the top of her exposed back in the salwar. I didn’t have the courage to put my hands inside the salwar. Slowly I massaged the ribs on top of the dress. When I saw that she didn’t oppose, I held her waist, and massaged it ever so slowly, with pressure. Should have massaged her an hour that day. I felt like I have achieved the all-impossible task of touching my Bhabhi sexually that day.
In the coming days, this continued regularly. I would wait for days wear sarees. Because I would get the chance to touch her bare waist and back. The elder kid would be in school and the younger one would be sleeping or too young to understand what’s happening. My parents would never climb up to the third floor from the ground floor. My brother would return only in the evening. My college would get over by 12. I would reach home by 12 30, spend time till evening. I would sneak up in the kitchen, open her hair, would start massaging her hair, back and waist in the kitchen while she was working. I had gained the freedom to touch her except for boobs and ass. That too changed after some time.
Massaging her head, back and waist were normal now, so I decided to take it a bit further. My brother had gone to a wedding, he would only return late night. My mom asked me to give company to my Bhabhi. I decided to take our playful behaviour further. I usually won’t spend much time at my brother’s house in evenings. My sister-in-law usually wears a nightie while sleeping. It was around 9 30, the kids were asleep, we both were on the sofa watching TV.
Without saying anything, I just removed her hair clip, started caressing her hair, she automatically, sat down on the floor. This is how I normally massage her. She sits down on the floor, I sit on the sofa. Like a normal day, I started with the head, went to the neck, back, and waist. When I was massaging her back, I realized, she wasn’t wearing a bra. My dick just went super hard. I gathered courage, put my hands inside the nightie started massaging her shoulders, her bare shoulders. When I saw she didn’t protest, I slowly started sliding my hands inside her nightie, massaging her bare back till her waist.
Confused, nervous, cum dripping from my dick, her soft skin, made me hornier than ever. I could feel her body getting warmer. I thought I could go for glory, massage her breasts. As I touched the top part of the breasts, she held my hand in disapproval. No words. I just backed off. That’s the unwritten, unspoken rule between when she doesn’t allow me to touch her anyway, I would back off. He has never allowed me to touch her breasts till date. I try every time I massage. Sometimes, she allows me to massage her ass, but most of the time she holds my hand (sign of don’t do it) when I touch her ass.
When we are alone and she works in the kitchen, I go stand close to her, press my dick into her ass, while massaging her hair. She carries on with her work and I do mine, lol. I never saw her naked, the closest I have come is watching her in bra and panties. I recorded her changing dress once, later deleted after guilt struck me. One day I would like to massage her full body, naked. Hopefully, have sex with her. Just once. If it ever happens, I’ll continue the story. Till then, goodbye. Comments are welcome. Dirty comments about my Bhabhi are welcome too.
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