I've been staying with my elder brother and his wife (bhabi) Seema for the last three months. They have been married for about five years. My bhabi is a pretty, plump and jolly woman, and very good company. At home, she mostly wears a short housecoat that reveals the cleavage of her size C36 boobs and her legs half way up her lovely thighs. She has got a big behind as well; it must feel soft and nice to the touch. To describe her in one word: she was voluptuous.
When she sits down, the housecoat slides up to reveal more thigh and sometimes I have even glimpsed her Mound of Venus. My brother sure is lucky to be able to sleep with her and fuck her whenever he wants. I know that he fucks her regularly. I'm sure that bhabi gives him a good time in bed. I'm very jealous of my brother. He has this beautiful woman and I have nothing, though I know from the way bhabi treats me and touches me that she is fond of me.
One day it so happened that brother was away from home and bhabi was not feeling too well. When I went to find out how she was feeling, she was lying on her bed, wearing a loose gown with buttons down the middle. Some buttons were undone, maybe to let fresh air caress her legs. She said:
"Shyam, I'm aching all over. Would you be a darling and press my feet and ankles?"
I was more than happy to oblige. I took her foot in my hands. How small and dainty they were. I kissed her ankles. She said:
"You naughty boy, I said press my feet, not kiss them."
"Your feet are so sexy, I had to kiss them. Please don't mind."
I started with the arches of her feet, then the heels. She sighed with pleasure and relief. I then got to work on her calf muscles. How shapely, how soft, how inviting they were. Big brother sure is a lucky man to have such a lovely wife to fuck and enjoy, I said to myself. I kissed the back of her knees. I'd read somewhere that women liked to be kissed there. I thought of venturing north, but as if reading my mind, bhabi said:
"What I have and you want to touch belongs to your brother. Some day, you'll get a pretty girl as a wife who you can touch everywhere like your brother does me."
"I don't want any pretty girl; I love you and want you."
There it was, the words tumbling out of my mouth, unbidden, uncontrolled.
"Then we must find a way out of this, we really must, but not today. Just give me some time" -- she replied.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, but I love your brother too."
Saying this, she got up and planted a sweet kiss on the side of my mouth, just flicking her lips over mine and drawing back before I could react.
I had to go out of town on a course for the next two weeks. In whatever little spare time I had I could only dream about my bhabi Seema. Mercifully, the course ended, not a little too soon, and I was back home. When we managed to be alone, I hugged Seema tight, feeling her soft body against mine. She smiled and kissed me again, on the side of my mouth, her lips gently caressing mine for a flitting instant.
The next morning, after Big Brother (BB) had left for work early, Seema and I were enjoying a leisurely cup of tea after breakfast when she suddenly said something out of the blue:
"Shyam, I must tell you something that happened last night. Your brother was making love to me as he usually does. At the end, he suddenly cried out, 'Madhu, Madhu, I love you'. I was shocked, taken totally aback. I had no idea that when he was making love to me he was thinking of my sister!"
I must now tell you who Madhu is.
Madhu is my bhabhi's younger sister, a plane Jane in my eyes. She was married off to some vague guy who took off for Australia soon after the wedding, promising to call his bride of less than two weeks there as soon s he had settled down. When last heard of, he had gone up north and married a much older lady, a widow who owned a huge cattle ranch up there and was now busy servicing her and managing the ranch. There was no hope of his return to his native shores. Poor Madhu, she would moon around looking sad and forlorn. Now, in hindsight, after all that has happened, come to think of it, she always did look at Big Brother (BB) with adoring eyes, and he did eye her lustfully!
Seema bhabi continued: "Shyam, I said nothing that would reveal my feeling on hearing those words. Here was my husband, making love to me and climaxing inside me, saying that he wanted to fuck my younger sister. But I knew that here was a heaven sent opportunity for us."
"How so?" -- I asked, perhaps with the naivetΓ© of the very innocent.
"Don't you get it, my sweet? Tonight, when he makes love to me, I'll ask him bluntly 'do you wish it was Madhu under you rather than me'? If he says yes, then I'll tell him that he can have her with my blessings, but in return I must have my Shyam baby. Wouldn't you like that, Shyam?"
I couldn't wait for that night of revelation.
The next morning, true to her word, Seema bhabi poured out the glad tidings.
BB as usual fucked his darling wife vigorously after making her suck his cock for a long, long time. It was as if he couldn't have enough of her hot tongue and lips on his cock. He then casually kissed her on her breasts and stomach and mounted her. Parting her thighs and telling her to pull them up, he entered her cunt. He then fucked her fast and furiously, banging and thrusting into her body, and before long he was in the throes of ejaculation into my sweet bhabi's cunt. He climaxed, coming in great bursts, crying out, as before 'Madhu, Madhu, I love you'.
After he had spent inside her, Seema told him bluntly that he wanted to fuck Madhu he could jolly well have her, with his wife's blessings. BB was naturally taken aback. After all, it's not every day that your darling wife tells you that you can fuck her younger sister! Seema assured her husband that she was serious, but there was one condition attached. She would get Madhu to stay with us and be fucked by him without any problem, if he agreed that she could spend nights with his younger brother, namely, yours truly.