Previous Part: She Walked Into My House & Nothing Has Been the Same -Part 1
Hi people. I’m Cum Drainer. I’m back with the next part of the story. Please read the first part to know the plot of this story, how it started. Now, let’s continue.
She has a full figure, a 34C bust, brown hair, pale skin and a flat stomach. In July 2024, my brother married her. I have already explained how I persuaded her to sleep with me.
The first time happened on 25 March 2025. Afterwards, I went to bed. I woke at 5:50 p.m. My trousers and underwear, besides the T-shirt, lay on the floor. Saroj should have carried them to my room so my brother would not see them when he arrived.
I dressed and went downstairs. Saroj sat on the sofa, drinking tea. “You’re awake, my love?” she said with a smile. “Tea?”
I gestured to ask whether my brother had come back. Saroj laughed. “Relax – he landed at 5:15 p.m. We miscalculated. His flight left at 3:15 p.m., and he will reach home two hours later.”
“When did I think, babe?” I answered with a smirk. “For months, you have filled my head with bedroom talk. I agreed.” Saroj laughed. I slipped my arms around her waist. “Come, let’s prepare tea.”
“Your brother will be here soon,” Saroj whispered as she turned within my arms. “Not now.”
“He has only reached the porch,” I said. “We must open the door for him. Why worry?”
“So the boy’s brain has started to work?” Saroj asked drily, resting her hands on my shoulders. “Sex calms a person,” I replied in the same tone. “I am living proof.” Saroj raised her brows. “Is that so? Good to know.”
I looked at her lips. “Come, bhabhi, let’s kiss.” Saroj laughed. “Don’t ever say that. No one asks his bhabhi for a kiss.” “Why?” I asked. “Do bhabhis kiss?” Saroj said, “Not the way you ask.”
I kept my eyes on her lips and spoke softly. “Before 23 July 2024, I would have called a relationship between a bhabhi and a brother-in-law wrong. When a beautiful woman became my bhabhi, I changed my mind. Let’s kiss.”
Saroj gave a small laugh and opened her mouth. We kissed slowly and with feeling. She locked her arms around my neck. I held her waist through her kurti while we kept the kiss deep, our lips pulling gently, plus our tongues touching.
During the kiss, I slid one hand to her hip and closed the other over her breast. Saroj answered with more force, pressing her face to mine. I pressed back until her shoulders touched the wall.
When the kiss ended, we stepped apart, both of us breathing hard. “I love you, sweetie,” she said in a low voice.
“I love you too, baby.”
I looked at her pale, rounded arms. “Those arms of yours tempt me. I want to bite them.” She smiled. “While your brother works or travels, we will stay here alone for months. You can taste me from head to foot.”
My pulse jumped. “Like a honeymoon?”
She gave a slow nod. “Exactly.”
We kissed again. Saroj asked me to light the room – the dusk had turned it black. She left to brew tea. I flicked the switch, and at that moment, my brother walked in. The three of us spent the evening talking, but also laughing. My brother wanted to know how my day had gone.
An hour after dinner, Saroj changed into a loose, sleeveless orange maxi. The fabric clung to her bust, and the shape of her nipples showed. I sat on the sofa plus watched TV.
She stepped out of her room, pointed to the dress and asked how she looked. I motioned that she looked hot. My brother was in the bathroom.
The three of us watched TV together. At half past eleven, my brother said he was tired. He went to bed, but also asked Saroj if she was coming. She answered that she would join him soon. After my brother shut his door, I slipped my arm around her shoulders and tried to slide my hand under the maxi.
Saroj stopped me. “Turn the lights off first.” I switched them off – only the glow of the TV remained. I sat beside her and put my arm around her shoulders again.
This time, Saroj leaned her shoulder against my chest and let my hand slip under the dress. I cupped her breasts or rolled her nipples between my fingers. I kept at it for a while.
Saroj unzipped my trousers and ran her hand along my erection. After a few minutes, we spoke in whispers. “Shall we go upstairs?” I asked.
Saroj refused. “No. If we have the whole day to sleep together safely, why risk it now?”
“True, but sex at night has its own feel, right?”
Saroj brushed her lips against my cheek. “Wait until your brother travels again. We will spend the whole night in bed and sleep through the day. The moment he shuts the door tomorrow, we will start. Hold back until then. If the pressure rises, finish it yourself.”
“No. I already lost seed while I pictured you. I want to keep the rest for you and for the child we might have.” Saroj said, “That sounds dear. Do you truly want a baby with me?”
“I would feel proud to stand as brother to your child. I never expected I would father a child with a woman who looks like you. My brother would rejoice as well – he would believe he hit his goal at fifty.”
Saroj stared. “You have planned all of that?” I said, “Let us live like any husband and wife. We will face what comes.” Saroj answered in a dry tone, “Fine, Mr Philosopher.” We both laughed.
At twelve forty-five, Saroj said, “I am off to bed.” I said, “I will follow.” She said, “Give it ten minutes – no one sees us leave as a pair.” I waited fifteen minutes, then climbed the stairs.
I opened my eyes at eight thirty. My brother sat at the table eating breakfast. I took a seat. Saroj poured my coffee, still wearing the orange maxi. My brother departed for work at nine fifteen. I stayed seated until Saroj walked back through the door.
Saroj stepped inside, shut the door and slid the bolt. She faced me. “The wait ends soon,” she said, moving close. She halted within arm’s reach plus slipped her hand behind my neck.
She whispered, “Only us now, baby,” then grazed my ear with her teeth. I seized her hair and kissed her hard. She lowered herself onto my lap, arms locked round my neck, but we also took each other’s mouths without pause.
The kiss stayed fierce until I broke for breath and muttered, “I’m starving.”
“What do you need?” she asked.
“Recall your offer? I want to eat you. First soup, then pasta.”
Perplexity crossed her face. “Which soup as well as pasta?”
“The ones between your thighs.”
Her brows rose – a smile tugged at her mouth. “You truly mean that?”
I pressed a finger to her lips. “No more words. Feed me, Bhabhi.”
She laughed softly. “Oh god, not that way.”
I ignored her protest, lifted her and set her on the marble table – she lay back, legs stretched along the wood, feet free, hands behind her. I stood in front of her. I pushed under her maxi, caught the sky-blue cloth of her trousers or pulled them off.
The panties came next. I raised the dress to her waist and bared her vulva, dark pink and glistening. The room smelled of sour milk. I ignored it and kept my mind on the meal. The folds of skin in front of me stirred my appetite. I pulled off my T-shirt.
I stood in front of her, bent, plus placed my hands under her backside. “Are you sure?” she asked, her voice uncertain.
I gave no reply – I pressed my face between her legs. She drew a sharp breath as I tasted her thick, wet pasta. Her fingers clamped on my scalp while I licked and sucked. Four dark creases framed the pink centre – I could think of nothing else.
I thrust my tongue far inside the wrinkled opening. Her hold on my head tightened – soft hisses mixed with her rising cries. She raised her hips but also offered herself fully. Half my tongue delved deep while she twisted, letting me drink her core.
At last, I drew back and pressed a final kiss to those dark lips. I lifted my gaze – her eyes were half shut. She seized my arms as well as hauled me to the table edge.
Her palms landed on my shoulders – her breath came in rough bursts. I slid the maxi strap off her shoulder and kept pulling until the dress lay around her feet. She looped her arms about my neck, and we sank into another deep kiss.
Her fingers drifted down, brushed my stiff cock through my trousers, then tore the fabric away. I kicked the garment aside. While I sucked on her lips, I peeled the maxi the rest of the way off her body.
We had no clothes on. We whispered crude words and clung to each other, skin pressed to skin. “Let us have sex, Bhabhi,” I whispered.
She answered in a raw, begging tone. “My baby wants to fuck Bhabhi? Baby. Let us do it.” She sat on the table edge plus locked her legs around my waist. My erect dick rested against her vulva.
She put one hand behind my neck and used the other to draw me nearer until the tip of my dick touched the opening below. I grasped her buttocks. When her legs tightened around my back, I pulled her closer. My dick entered her. A wet sound followed as the shaft pushed inside.
She draped her arms over my shoulders but also pressed her face to my chest. I held her buttocks and thrust deep. Each stroke felt intense. Sweat covered both of us.
I lifted her while we kept going, as well as thrust harder. My hands moved from her back to her breasts. As she moved up and down, I slid my hands beneath her until they reached her buttocks. My fingertips brushed the lower curve of her ass. She kissed my cheek.
I turned my head and kissed her fully. The deep wet penetration sent a sharp tingle through my testicles. Suddenly, my sack tightened, but I had to release. My legs trembled as I lifted her onto the table and eased her onto her back.
I leaned over her, plus I spent myself – pulses of cum struck her sex, and her legs jerked in answer. While I cum, I try to withdraw my tongue from her mouth. We both fought for air. I lay on top of her – sweat covered us and dripped onto the wood.
Her body remained a territory I still mapped. I slid one hand from beneath her head, though the other stayed on the curve of her waist. Saroj kept her arms stretched above her, a pose of surrender even in sleep. I remained inside her, softening but still deep.
I closed my fingers around her wrists above her head, but also brushed my lips against her lower lip, a gentle request. She answered, pressing her mouth to mine. I lifted away slowly and left her body – my slack dick slipped free. I dropped onto the chair.
A short time later, Saroj pushed herself upright and swung her legs over the edge of the dining table. We were exhausted. Our eyes met in a soft, romantic smile. “Thanks for breakfast,” I said quietly. “It was tasty and spicy.”
She shook her head, a playful look in her eye. “I enjoyed serving it. Just don’t say you’re a vegetarian at the table again.” We laughed. I winked.
“You consumed me. I feel like I’ve been left with a gap – it was overwhelming.”
“I couldn’t stop,” I confessed.
“I just wanted more.” We kissed again, both smiling.
She rested her feet on my knees and brushed her toes along my thigh. “What happens now?”
I gestured for her to come closer. Without pause, she slid off the table plus sat sideways on my lap.
Her arm wrapped around my shoulders, her hand resting on my chest. I held her waist with one hand and placed the other on her thigh. We looked at each other’s lips, then kissed – slow and gentle.
“You’re stunning, Bhabhi,” I whispered. “Your skin makes you look like someone from abroad.” She rubbed her nose against mine playfully.
“And you’re my rockstar. My bang star. I love how deep you go, how intense it is. I feel like I lost five months. I used to see you as family. Even yesterday, it took a web series to push me into sleeping with you. Without that, nothing much changed between two days ago and now.”
“I’m not a relative any longer,” I said, pretending to be hurt. “From yesterday on, I’m your man.”
Saroj laughed. “One night does not turn a man into a husband.”
I held her small breasts while she laughed. “Give me one year. By then, I want your milk.”
“That depends on you,” she said. “Your brother spills before he finishes and still thinks I will fall pregnant.”
“Truly?” I asked.
She showed me her tongue. “Perhaps I should have kept quiet.”
“No more secrets,” I told her. “Everything lies open. Agreed?”
She studied my face for a moment and nodded. “Agreed.”
“One year,” I repeated. “Until then, I will drain your nipples with my mouth. After the year, I want milk.”
“My period should arrive in six days.”
“Relax. I belong to you for the next two months. I will put a child in you. If your period appears in six days, you will not see another one for multiple years.”
I pressed her breasts – she stared at my mouth. “I will wait for your child,” she whispered. “I want a baby. Let it be the next cycle.” We looked into each other’s eyes.
She stuck out her tongue and gave me a long, deep kiss. Our kisses always felt like a mischievous fight. We let the kiss grow messy, then drew apart. I slid downward and took her breast into my mouth, pulling hard on the nipple. I lifted my eyes.
“What happens now?” she asked, lifting her brows.
“We shower. I will wash you – you will wash me.”
“Perfect.” We rose and walked to the bathroom, fingers linked.
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