When Kiran Bhabi found out that I often wrote sex stories, she hardly leaves me alone. I am almost 28, a sale executive working with a multi-national company and Kiran Bhabi is my elder sister-n-law, a 35 year dame, now living with us, quite a doll and a mother of two, 7 & 4 year old children. My elder brother, her spouse, is an Army officer and in Nairobi on deputation for the last one year. She has been teaching in a Montessori school. Never before or since have had I seen another female body like Kiran Bhabi's -- not in the flesh? From her short dark brown hair with its steady brown, pouting full lips, pointed nose and sensuous overbite, perfectly manicured hands, to her pretty long nail polished feet; Kiran Bhabi was the well-stacked, broad, curvaceous stuff of little boys' fantasies. Hell, grown men's fantasies, too. Five-seven and a hundred-forty five pounds packed full, round and tight, with softness about her, like a layer of wondrous padding that I find impossible to describe. Her vital statistics are 38-27-38.She really has pulling power and She is a buxom beauty to my views.
A few weeks ago, I answered the door to find Kiran Bhabi, wearing jeans and a low cut T-shirt, exposing her breast decently.
"Hi, Sunny," she said. She would call me 'Sunny' as a pet name. "Got a few minutes to talk?" I asked her in and no sooner had I shut the door then she said bashfully, "Can I ask you something?"
"Why not but about what?" I asked anxiously.
"Is it true you write fuck stories?" I'd heard Kiran Bhabi say 'fuck' before, but always as part of a joke. But this time it was different.
"Who told you that?" I asked. Writing erotic stories, whether you call it smut, porn or 'fuck stories,' it isn't something you announce to the general public, I just write for my satisfaction and as my past time hobby. My close friends knew. No one thinks it's wrong or "bad." It's good activity and I don't write degrading crap. But I certainly don't tell everyone I meet or know that I write erotica. My parents do not know. I did not think Kiran Bhabi did.
"Never mind how I found out," she answered. "But if it's true, I think it's pretty neat. Well"? I felt a twinge of embarrassment but I couldn't lie.
"Yes, it's true, But I don't call them 'fuck stories". Kiran Bhabi's face lit up. I suddenly became aware that my nubile big sister-n-law was braless as her nipples poked the thin material of her T-shirt.
"I would like to read some, Sunny." She said sparklingly.
What could I do or say?? I led her to my study room, showed her where my file copies of sex stories were, then I left the room. Embarrassed, I guess. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of cold water, and gulped it down while thinking that the goddess of sex is kind to him. I have to admit that I had felt some sexual attraction to Kiran Bhabi always. Whenever I wrote about a girl having great Tits, it was my Sis-n-law's face I had in mind. Her young body, her youthful eagerness, her intelligence, all had inspired and influenced me. And now she was actually reading the material I had written.
I grabbed another glass of water, and went to my study to find Bhabi avidly reading the sex stories. From the look on her face it was obvious she was enjoying what she was reading. She was breathing rapidly, sweat shone on her upper lip, and her nostrils seemed to flare, all the signs of a woman in heat, even a Sister. She saw or heard me and said, "I love to read about people fucking almost as much as I love to fuck. Surprised?"
How could I be? I mean, she was smart, witty, attractive and old enough. I felt a twinge at the thought of my own Sister-n-law getting dicked by some pimply teenager (her student). Jealousy, I guess. I also felt a twinge in my loins as I warmed to the subject with my big Sis.
"I have been reading this kind of stuff like, MY SECRET GARDEN, FORBIDDEN FLOWER, ETC., since my college days, but your stories are hot enough to melt the most frigid, warm enough to rejuvenate a corps and as one turn the pages, feel the fire." She said excitedly.
"Does it embarrass you that I'm talking about fucking, Sunny?" She asked with widening her beautiful eyes.
"Well, not embarrassed, I'm just not used to it," I answered.
"Not used to fucking?" She asked astonishingly.
"Oh, you know what I mean, I'm not used to talking about it with my elder sister-n-law." I said.
She was enjoying this conversation immensely.
"Come on, don't be shy, I wanna be your best friend."
"Don't you get horny when you write this stuff? God, I know you sure would. I'm getting wet by just reading.
Ooh, this is really hot. "Kiran Bhabi started reading part of a story I had written. "'My cock had never felt as hard as it did in Zara's mouth. Her tongue flicked the underside of my meat and her lips seemed to caress and stroke my shaft. "'"Fuck my tits," Zara pleaded as she took her mouth off and held her big jugs together. Trouble was, I wanted to eat her pussy first. After all, eating her pussy was what I'd dreamed of doing for years.
"Damn, Sunny, I love this stuff!" Hearing Kiran Bhabi reading that passage had excited me as well. And there was very little I could do to hide my excitement, since a bulging cock is difficult to hide in night suit. Kiran Bhabi immediately noticed and then she blushed.
"I guess you do get horny, Sunny," she grinned, standing up as she stared at the front of my pajamas.
She came to me threw her arms around my neck and started to kiss me passionately, while pressing her body into mine. After a couple of minutes she drew back a little and looked again at my bulging Cock.
"Was it my reading that did that, Sunny? Or it sure could be my tits 'cause I do think mine are big enough to fuck. See?" Kiran Bhabi lifted her T-shirt and showed me her pert and huge breasts, the nipples dark brown and rigid. My personal preference is for large tits always. I felt my cock grow another inch as I looked at my Bhabi's mouth-watering TITS.
"Kiran Bhabi, you have great tits," I said. She beamed. "Most guys like big tits," she said and spurred her breasts. "A girl with big breasts always becomes attracted."
I said. "Yours are gorgeous and swanky, Can I touch them?"
"Yes, I want you to suck them now, Sunny," she said breathily.
I couldn't have resisted if I'd wanted to, Bhabi or not. And, believe me, I wanted to suck those nubbins. So I lowered my head to her left mound and stuck out my tongue. I circled the perky nipple then popped the rigid nub between my lips. Kiran Bhabi gasped and her arms went around me, holding me as I sucked and chewed, first one, then the other, hot mound of flesh.
"Oh, Sunny, that feels so good!" Kiran Bhabi's body wiggled as she tried to push more of her titty-flesh into my mouth. I think she must have had a mini-orgasm from the way she jerked around and gasped.
Then she asked me if I ever eat a pussy.
I told her I did.
