The doorbell woke me early in the evening that day. It was only 5 PM. I had slept for more than two hours after a tiring day at the office. It was a Saturday, so I had worked till 1 PM. I went to check the door, thinking that it would be a neighbor who was looking for my wife. I was in shorts and a t-shirt, my usual.
As I opened the door, I saw my wife's sister Suja standing there completely drenched. It was heavily raining. "How come you are here at this time of the day?" I asked.
She smiled at me, "I am here for some sales meetings. Thought of spending the weekend with you guys." Walking into our bedroom she asked me, "Where the hell is Supriya, is she still at the office?"
Supriya is my wife, her sister. I told her that Supriya had gone to Bangalore on official duty and will only be back after four days. She didn't seem upset by it much though. After all her visit was a surprise. I was very happy to have Suja for company since I was feeling a tad lonely that day.
"Will it be a problem for you if I stay with you?" she asked with an anxious smile.
"I am only happy to have you here," I assured her. Truly, Suja was a pleasant relief for me. It was the first time in two years of our marriage that my wife and I had stayed apart. Suja was totally different from my wife although they were sisters. Suja was a typical modern day girl, daring, fearless and very open-minded, while Supriya is bit of an introvert, especially conservative in bed. This is possibly due to the influence of her conservative father, with whom she was really close. Unlike Suja, who was like her mother, a perfect fun lover and a real social butterfly.
Suja was a view to behold. Her pink undergarments were visible through her drenched white churidar. I couldn't take my eyes away from scanning her sensuous body. I had lusted after her body ever since I met her. Her constant teasing and little pranks had only intensified my desire. However I never definitively thought that she had any sexual desire towards me, I just pictured it as some childish antics. As I observed her I saw her glance repeatedly at me. I had no underwear on, so she might have noticed the bulge in my shorts.
I told her to get a shower and change into some dry clothes before she catches a cold. She went into the bedroom and readied herself for a shower. I don't know where the time flew. As I was pouring the tea into the glasses the door to our bedroom opened. Suja was a sight to behold; she was wearing a tight fitted t-shirt and a skirt that reached just below her knees. The scent of her clean body, together with the fragrance of the soap turned the whole atmosphere in the room. The dull evening instantaneously changed into a wonderful one. "Suja, you look lovely in that dress" I complimented her, hiding my lust for her.
I then phoned up my wife to inform her of Suja's visit and she was happy to hear that I will not be alone while she is gone. "Arun, take good care of my sister," Supriya added quickly before disconnecting the line.
Suja and I had tea, and then I went to shower. The realization that I was alone with Suja for a few days made me revisit suppressed fantasies I had about her. Though I had fantasized about Suja's medium sized but beautiful breasts, round tight ass and sexy legs I had never taken any steps towards fulfilling my fantasies. My fantasies had remained my ultimate secret. It was just a thought that I visited every now and then. I decided to indulge myself in some self-stimulation and took my semi-hard prick in my hand. As I wanked my dick hard and fast, I planned my advances. Within minutes I came like I haven't come in months. Loads of cum gushed onto the floor. After cleaning up with a good hot shower, I emerged from the bathroom wrapped solely in a towel.
Suja was in my bedroom lying on my bed reading a magazine. I observed her for a few minutes. My hard on had not been subsided fully. I could feel dick pressing against my towel, creating a small but discernible bulge. I was not sure whether Suja noticed, but I saw her glance once to my waist then resume her perusal of the magazine. I was nervous. A good part of her luscious thighs were visible because her skirt had ridden up. I took in the beautiful view with lust filled eyes. Then I went to the drawer and took a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt and was on my way to the guest room to get dressed. As I was leaving she called me, "BIL (she calls me BIL, short for Brother-In-Law), don't mind my presence. Please go on and change in the bedroom itself." Though I felt bit uncomfortable, her words gave me courage.
Is she too having the same feelings I was having for her? I saw her look my way as I dropped my towel and proceeded to put on my shorts. I was sure that she has got to see my back naked. I don't wear underwear at home and I didn't want to change my habits, so I just wore my shorts and t-shirt. My semi-hard dick was still bulging through my shorts.
