Continuing from Part 14.
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After a wonderful lunch with my bhabhi, I was on cloud nine. She washed her hands and started to put on her dress. I was thinking, “What should I do now?”
Me: Bhabhi?
Bhabhi: What!? What do you want now? In the morning, you came to the bathroom and made me squirt twice, and now… OMG… who would feed a brother-in-law like I did? Even in that, you’re disturbing me… You idiot.
I didn’t speak a word. I watched her dress up and walk away from my room.
In the evening, I went out to meet my friend and discuss a business plan. After long hours of planning, we decided to continue the discussion tomorrow as it was late, around 21:00 hours.
When I reached home, my brother was standing outside the main gate having a conversation with an uncle.
I unlocked the gate, locked it again, then went inside. I saw Bhabhi feeding food to Manu (no longer drinking milk).
Bhabhi: Hey, Pradeep.
Me: Hello, bhabhi.
Bhabhi: Why are you late?
Me: Business discussion.
Bhabhi: Okay… first go and get fresh. Dinner is ready!
Me: Okay.
She was wearing a yellow saree with a black blouse with transparent sleeves. While going to my room, I gave her a flying kiss. She got shocked and turned towards the main door to check if her husband was watching.
I freshened up and came to my room. Bhabhi was waiting there.
Me: What, bhabhi?
She pointed a finger at me and said:
Bhabhi: (in an angry, low voice) Don’t you dare act like that. What if someone sees us?
I saw her naked waist.
Me: Wow… you have nice curves, bhabhi. You have a fold on your waist.
She immediately covered her waist with her pallu using her left hand, came close to me, then covered my mouth with her right hand and said in a low voice:
Bhabhi: Stop! Don’t speak like that.
I placed my left hand on her waist (right side) and pressed softly.
She was shocked by my action. She removed her hand from my mouth and started hitting my shoulders with her hands, shouting in a low voice: Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Then I placed my right hand on her waist (left side) and pulled her towards me. Her groin area touched my dick, her breasts pressed lightly against my chest, and her lips were close to mine. Her eyes were staring at my lips.
We stayed in the same position and didn’t speak. After a few seconds, she looked up and said:
Bhabhi: (low voice) Pradeep.
Me: (low voice) Yes.
Bhabhi: (low voice) Please let me go. Your brother may come at any moment.
Me: (low voice) He’s outside. If he comes inside, we’ll hear the gate unlock sound, so we have time until we hear it.
After listening to my words, she looked down shyly.
After that, she said, “Okay, let me go now,” and started moving away from me. So I moved my hands up from her waist onto her back, up to her shoulder blades over her black blouse, and pulled her towards me.
This time, her breasts crushed against my chest. She made a sound: “Ahh!”
Bhabhi: (low voice) It’s paining. Let’s stop. I don’t like this.
I released her body slightly from mine, but I still didn’t let go — her breasts were still touching my chest.
Me: (low voice) Now?
She looked up, and we made eye contact. I kissed her nose, so she turned her face. Then I licked her cheek with my tongue. She closed her eyes.
I slowly moved my hands from her shoulder blades down to just above her hip area (the area between the blouse and petticoat where nothing is covered) and rubbed her bare skin.
She made a low sound like “ahhh” and placed her hands on my shoulders, then turned her face towards me.
I moved my lips near hers but didn’t kiss her; instead, I slowly rubbed and teased her lips.
Her hands on my shoulders gripped tighter as I started rubbing her lips.
Bhabhi: (low voice) Stop it. I will not fall for this.
Me: (low voice) Kiss me, and I’ll stop everything.
Bhabhi: (low voice) No.
She was resisting kissing me after my teasing, so I couldn’t wait — I got tempted by my own move.
I directly locked her upper lip with my lips and started smooching her, sucking slowly using my tongue – first her upper lip, then her lower lip. She also synced with my action immediately.
We were both enjoying each other’s lips; saliva was exchanged. After a minute, she took control over my lips (she couldn’t resist anymore) and started using her tongue on me like I did. It was so soft and nice.
Now I moved my hands slowly inside her panties from the back until I grabbed her full ass with my hands. She was wearing an elastic petticoat, so it wasn’t difficult to move my hands into her panties, though I had to bend a little to grab her full ass cheeks.
Her ass cheeks were cold, and my hands were hot — it was a nice feeling for my hands.
She stopped smooching me when my hands started pressing her ass, and she started making soft moaning sounds.
Now I took control over her lips and continued smooching.
For a few minutes, I still enjoyed her lips with my tongue. Then we heard the gate sound. The next second, her breasts separated from my chest, I removed my hands from her ass, and the smooching stopped.
She adjusted her saree and ran into her room.
After a few minutes, I went to the hall to eat dinner. I saw my brother sitting on the sofa watching TV9 Kannada.
Ravi (my brother): Hey, have you had food?
Me: No.
Ravi: Rohini (my bhabhi’s name).
Rohini (she was in her room): Yes?
Ravi: Serve food to Pradeep.
She came out of her room and went directly to the dining table and arranged food and water. I was still standing in the hall.
Rohini: I kept everything on the table. Eat and go to sleep. I have some work.
Ravi: Why, Rohini? Today you’re acting like this? If you’re so busy serving food, don’t serve. I’ll take care.
Me: It’s okay, brother.
Bhabhi looked at me with wide-open eyes.
Rohini: Ravi, I have to wash Manu’s clothes.
Ravi: Wash them tomorrow.
Rohini: (angry face) Fine.
Meanwhile, an uncle came to talk with my brother, so he took that uncle outside and locked the gate.
I sat on the dining chair, and she started serving food. She sat exactly opposite me.
We follow a custom where one person has to sit and take care of serving food and should not leave them alone until they finish eating.
Then I started a conversation.
Me: Bhabhi, we got confused about what to do. We spent four hours and came up with nothing.
Bhabhi (angry face): Don’t worry. Starting a business is not so easy. It takes time and concentration. But I know where your concentration is.
I stretched my right leg towards her chair and placed my right heel between her thighs over her saree. Since the table is short and my legs are long, I can easily reach the opposite chair.
She looked at me with wide-open eyes when I placed my heel between her thighs.
Bhabhi: (in a lower voice) Please take out your leg.
Me: (lower voice) Okay.
I removed my foot from her thighs. I could see relief on my bhabhi’s face, but my intention was different. Now I touched her right foot toes with my left foot.
Bhabhi: Oh, really, Pradeep? You’re shameless, yaar. I’ll go now. Do whatever you want.
Me: Brother.
She didn’t move an inch and scolded me, “You rascal,” in a low voice.
My left foot was still touching her right foot toes. From her right foot toes, I slowly moved up with my left foot, touching her bare skin, so her saree and petticoat also moved up, exposing her leg.
When my foot reached her knee, she was trying to cover her legs with her saree and petticoat using her hands and push my left foot down.
Now I lifted my right leg and placed it on her left foot toes.
My bhabhi gave me an angry look again.
I started moving up like I did with my left foot and stopped at her right knee. Now my feet were on her knees, so I spread her legs open with full force. She lurched forward, almost to the edge of the chair, about to fall.
She said, “Ahh!” and covered her mouth with her hands.
Now, with my feet, I pulled her chair towards me so I could get close access to her pussy. My right foot toes were rubbing on her left thigh and moving towards her pussy. Her skin was so soft.
Her legs started shaking.
She started blocking my right foot from reaching her pussy, but still, I was trying to open her closed legs with my left foot. Oh God… she was closing her legs with all her strength.
I didn’t give up easily. I kept trying. After a few seconds, I guess she gave up, and my right foot toes touched her pussy over her panties.
She removed her hands from her mouth, placed them on the table, and started breathing a little heavily.
I was rubbing her thighs with my right foot the way painting is done — moving my foot close to her pussy and coming back, forward, and backward, a couple of times.
She was looking at the ceiling fan with partially opened eyes while I rubbed her thighs.
A few seconds later, my foot started moving very close to her pussy. Her legs were shaking more. My foot toes could feel the heat of her pussy, and I touched her pussy with my big toe over her panties, moving my big toe up and down on her pussy over the panties.
She started moaning: “Ahh… ahh… ahhh.”
With the help of my toes, I was trying to push her panties aside, but couldn’t. But to my surprise, she moved her panties with her hands, and now my big toe was touching her bare pussy and massaging it left and right with my big toe.
Bhabhi: Yes, damn it. God! Yes, like that.
It was already damp, so I placed my big toe on her pussy opening and pressed a bit inside. My right foot’s big toe went inside her pussy.
Bhabhi: Ahhh!
Me: Sorry, bhabhi. Wait, I’ll remove my toe.
Then I removed it.
Bhabhi: Great!
Me: Okay, let me put it back.
I pushed my big toe inside her pussy again.
Bhabhi: (low voice) Ahh! You dirty rascal.
I started fucking her pussy with my big toe, moving in and out of her wet pussy slowly. It was fun. Though I couldn’t go deep into her pussy, it was enough to make her feel pleasure. My bhabhi was moaning a little louder now, and she surrendered her pussy to my big toe.
Luckily, I got my nails cut on time.
Bhabhi: Stop it… I’m coming.
I didn’t stop.
Bhabhi: Please, please… I’m coming.
I immediately stopped and rushed under the table, held her ass with my hands, pulled her towards my face, and started licking her pussy.
Bhabhi: Hey, no, no, no, no, no! It’s very risky. Please, please, stop, stop, stop!
She tried to push my head away from her pussy, but failed. I held her ass very tight and started moving my tongue in and out of her pussy for a few seconds. With my saliva, it got all watery and was dripping down from her pussy.
Bhabhi: Oh shit, we’re dead today. Oh, it’s soft. I can’t take it. Please, please… your brother is there in the house.
I couldn’t resist, as my dick had grown fully and was very tight in my shorts. Watching her pussy, wet and dripping with my saliva, I pushed her chair away from my mouth. The chair made a cracking sound. I came out from under the dining table and removed my shorts and underwear. My dick popped up from my underwear.
Bhabhi: Seriously, stop it. Listen to me. Pradeep! Stop.
My right hand still had traces of sambar and rice stuck to it, as I hadn’t washed my hands yet.
I lifted her legs up with my hands. Since I didn’t wash my right hand, her left leg got dirty with sambar and rice.
Bhabhi: Listen to me, Pradeep. I’ll come to your room tonight, but please, I beg you… Stop it now.
I didn’t listen or respond to her.
Next, I had to spread my legs around her chair, then place her legs on my legs while she was still sitting on the chair (it’s an open chair with a backrest). I lifted her ass up slightly with my hands and inserted my dick inside her pussy.
Bhabhi: AHH! Shit!
The TV was still running. The sound was not too loud or too quiet.
Without thinking twice, I started drilling her hole with my dick very fast with all my strength.
She closed her mouth with her lips and was breathing heavily, making “hmm, hmm, hmm” sounds.
After two minutes, I pulled my dick out. She squirted. She was breathing heavily now. I held my dick in my left hand and pushed it inside her pussy again.
She lifted her head up, opened her mouth, and made an “Ahh” sound. I started fucking her pussy again with more strength. She locked her mouth with her lips again. After one minute of rigorously fucking her, her legs started shivering, and she squirted again. I ejaculated on her saree.
I moved away from her and looked at my bhabhi.
She was exhausted, sitting in a chair and breathing heavily. Her naked legs looked sexy — her petticoat and saree were up on her thighs, exposing both legs.
We heard the gate unlock sound. She got scared and ran into her room.
I was standing in the hall with my dick dripping with both her juice and my sperm. I quickly dressed up. My brother entered the hall.
The dining table, chair, and floor had her squirt juice on them.
Brother: Why are you standing there? And why are you sweating?
I was quiet and thought I was dead today, as bhabhi had said.
Me: Sorry, Anna. I spilled water. It fell all over the table, on bhabhi’s dress, and on the floor.
Brother: It smells different. Like urine.
Me: Maybe Manu did it before. So now that water spilled on it… It’s my fault. I’ll clean it.
Brother: Okay, I’m going to sleep. Lock the door.
After saying that, he went inside his room.
I was still hungry and hadn’t even eaten half of my plate, so I ate quietly. After that, I went to my room, sat on my bed, opened my laptop, and started browsing online for small business ideas.
After a couple of hours, bhabhi came to my room. It was 2 AM when I checked the clock.
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We’ll find out in the next part why she came to my room!
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