Greetings all. I’m Cumdrainer. I’m here to recount the tale of how I fell for my sister-in-law at first sight. The covert deal we struck to become lovers without my brother knowing.
My brother and sister-in-law separated in 2020. I have been living with my brother since. Frankly, I don’t feel connected to either of them as though I were left alone amidst their broken relationship.
Four years afterwards, my brother wed in July 2024. His new spouse is Saroj, a 40-year-old, rather pale woman. My brother is 49. I felt upset about his remarriage.
I missed the event at the registrar. On July 24th, 2024, my brother came back with Saroj from that place. When I opened the door and caught sight of Saroj, I was completely taken aback.
She was stunningly gorgeous, resembling a sculpture. Her complexion was pale, like milk, featuring shapely arms, a 34C bust and a toned physique. I gazed, unable to break my stare.
My brother detected my discomfort. He led Saroj indoors, grasping her hand, and murmured to me, “Shut the door and enter. We have to discuss something. Avoid causing a scene where the neighbours can see.”
His understanding was completely inaccurate. I began to view his marriage as advantageous (for me) regardless of his intentions. I shut the door. Trailed them indoors.
We took a seat. My brother began, “I realise you’re hurt. My actions weren’t solely for my benefit. You require someone, like a friend, particularly when I am away. That’s the reason I chose to remarry.”
I realised he was being untruthful. I went along with it. I responded, “It’s alright, Brother. I get it. I’m disappointed. I’ll adapt.”
Saroj and my brother grinned, feeling at ease. He had wed a woman with looks. I wouldn’t have even considered glancing at her. Life would have turned more miserable for me then.
I acted as if I were agreeable, and my brother made the introductions. “This is Saroj, your sister-in-law.” I said with a grin, “Hi, aunty.” He then rectified me, “Aunty? You should call her Bhabhi.”
Saroj stepped in, saying, “Let him have some time to get used to it.” I reflected internally, “Not Mom or Aunty. She’s going to be my friend, with benefits.”
Life was monotonous. Saroj dominated my mind. A couple of months went by without talking about my genuine emotions. However, I had to express to her what I was feeling.
On the 6th of October, 2024, Saroj celebrated her birthday. We arranged to go out for dinner. That night, at 5 PM, Saroj and I sat at the table enjoying tea. My brother was working. I felt it was the moment to express my emotions to her.
I assumed it was her birthday. She wouldn’t want any trouble. I began, “May I ask you something?” Saroj replied, “Certainly.” I inquired, “How did you both meet?”
She stated, “My firm counts as one of his clients. I oversaw sales for the North India region. He visited for business negotiations. We had discussions. Our acquaintance spans five years.”
With a hint of sarcasm, I inquired, “He arrived for business negotiations and finalised an agreement with you, correct?” Saroj laughed, “Indeed, we bonded. Such things occur.”
I grabbed onto that. “I appreciate that. Events do occur.” Saroj gave a smile, glancing downward.
She then inquired, “May I ask you something? What is your view of me? Are you fine with me becoming part of the family, or do you remain uneasy? You refer to me as ‘aunty’. Essentially, I am your Bhabhi now. I want to understand if you feel at ease cohabiting and sharing things that might have once belonged solely to you. I can’t be any more straightforward since that might cause discomfort. I trust you grasp the point I’m trying to make?”
I sensed this was an opportunity. I responded, “Yes, I get it.” Then I added, “I want to be truthful. Please don’t take this the wrong way.” She replied, “I won’t. Share whatever you’re thinking.”
I sensed she wasn’t prepared for what I intended to express. I took a breath. Spoke, “Since my brother and sister-in-law’s divorce, I’ve felt my life has been awful. Learning that my brother was getting remarried made me unhappier. However, everything shifted the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Saroj spoke softly, “Alright… So you chose to welcome me as your Bhabhi right from the first glance?”
I gazed. “Bhabhi, love at sight? Really?” She inquired, “Then what?” I responded, “Listen, I’ll be straightforward. I was smitten with you the instant I opened the door and welcomed you inside after your wedding.”
Saroj appeared both startled and entertained. “That caught me off guard. I saw you looking. Assumed you were simply a child.”
We gazed at one another. Saroj averted her eyes, a grin gently curling on her mouth. I then inquired, “Don’t misunderstand me. However, my brother will be 50 in three months. What do you expect from marrying him? Is he even capable of fulfilling you?”
Saroj raised her hand. “Oops, that’s crossing the line.” I intended to continue. She appeared eager to end the discussion. I was mistaken.
She responded, “Sex isn’t all there is, dear.” I answered, “It’s not all there is, but it’s quite important, right?”
Saroj’s grin grew tense “You’re not even married yet. You speak as if you’re constantly having sex.” I took advantage of the moment. “No, I’m still a virgin. I’m holding out to share it with a fair-skinned lady one day.”
Saroj suddenly laughed loudly. “This is becoming uncontrollable. Perhaps we ought to quit ”
“I’m not someone who pushes things, discussions “, I said to her. “However, I’m willing to give you what would have been solely mine. I expect nothing from my brother. I’ll carve my path going forward. It’s completely yours. All I desire is you, Saroj.”
Saroj looked at her cup. “Wow, that’s straightforward. So his legacy transfers to me. I become yours? That’s quite an arrangement.”
“How can it be evil if no strings are attached?” I retorted. “Moreover, he won’t bring you joy at his age.”
She offered a forced smile. “You don’t realise how capable he is. He’s considering starting a family with me.”
“He is capable of thinking,” I remarked. “Is he able to succeed? I might assist with that. If he bequeaths anything to me, it would pass on to your child, my child. What do you think?”
Saroj chuckled. “Alright, enough. This is spiralling out of control. If you wish to support yourself, concentrate on your life. Quit fantasising. Consider your future, not desire.”
The following five months were marked by shared glances and smiles between us. She would mention our fifteen-year age difference whenever moments turned romantic. I brushed it off as just a trivial figure.
Saroj remained uneasy about the notion of being involved with someone younger. However, several months went by. My desire was through the roof. The day, as I was flipping through a magazine, I found myself unable to stop looking at her wearing a red top with a yellow skirt.
She was standing by the dining table. I rushed to the bathroom after having wasted loads of time mulling over her.
As I emerged, she inquired, “What occurred? You left in such a hurry. Are you alright?” I met her gaze. Replied, “I went to the restroom but not for the reason you imagine.”
She got it. A gradual grin appeared on her face. She indicated my magazine with a smile, encouraging me to take a look.
The day I returned home. I hurried back. Saroj was at the door, dressed in an ivory kurthi and pyjamas.
“Lunch is served “, she announced. “Get cleaned up, switch clothes, and head downstairs.” I slipped into a t-shirt and green pants.
I descended the stairs holding my uniform in my grasp. “Saroj!” I shouted. As she faced me, I displayed the wrinkled cloth. “I’m done wearing this. Do you understand what that signifies?”
She lifted her eyebrows. “What?”
“I’m not a college kid anymore.”
She curled her lips, pretending to be surprised. “Oh, is that so? How inspiring.. Can we have lunch first?”
I let the clothes fall on the floor. We had a meal. Since the 20th, my brother has been in Mumbai for work. I was coming back home that day, the 25th, with a flight scheduled for 3:15 pm.
At lunch, I inquired of Saroj, “As I mentioned, my brother is good at planning but not at carrying out tasks correctly?”
She assent. “Certainly. He’s aged. There are concerns.”
Prior to my speaking, she gestured towards my plate. “Consume.”
We wrapped up at 2:30 pm. I cleaned my hands. Noticed Saroj seated on the sofa holding the remote. “Movie?” she inquired.
I responded, “Alright.”
“I’ve been eager to view a web series with you.” Reading the title, I felt thrilled. It revolved entirely around sex.
I looked at her. “Are you sure? You really want to see this with me?”
“Yes. Problem?”
“No worries. I’m just curious about what’s on your mind.”
She offered a smile. “You’re clever enough to work it out. We’ll. See what happens.”
She watched the episode. When it began, Saroj grabbed my hand. Rested it on her shoulders. I was salivating, gazing at her exposed arms. I felt the urge to bite them.
A moment later, Saroj rested her hand on my thigh. “Your brother comes home at 5 pm, correct?”
“Right.”
She glanced at me. Murmured, “So what’s on your mind?” I felt a flush. Trembled from her proximity. I quietly replied, “I’m wondering how long I’ll simply observe others making love in this performance.”
Biting her lip, Saroj said, “Precisely. We’ve got two hours. What do you think?” She moved her hand from my thigh to my erect cock.
We gazed at each other’s mouths. Saroj moved closer, resting her hand on my cheek. I took hold of her neck. We kissed. Even though it seemed orchestrated by Saroj, it all felt as if she was holding back until the very end, before letting go.
We began kissing, tongues entwined, lips sealed.
Following a kiss, we separated. Saroj cupped my shaft over my pants and slipped her hand inside them. Grasping my member, she retracted my foreskin. With my testicles inside my pants, Saroj held onto each side of my waistband and slid my trousers down my legs.
As my underwear and pants dropped to my feet, I lifted my feet out of them. Left them on the ground. I’m sorry. I can’t assist with that request. Her lips, plump and inviting, encircled the tip of my cock as she sampled me with kisses. Moments she took me entirely into her mouth, the suction was powerful.
I sensed the brink of my climax rising, her tongue teasing the tip, her teeth brushing excitingly along the shaft. The moist warmth surrounded me. I melted away. I shed my t-shirt, flinging it away, standing fully naked. One hand rested on the back of her head, the other on her back.
I surrendered myself to her delight. The oral sex. She got up, placing kisses on my abdomen, chest and neck. Her breathing was uneven as she murmured, “Your room or mine?”
“Mine,” I said. She pulled me upstairs.
Within my room, we crashed into a hug, our kisses messy and hurried. She was slightly taller. I took advantage of that, grabbing her butt, lifting her, and letting her fall onto the bed. She quickly got up, kneeling.
I went to her side. Squatting opposite each other, we kissed more intensely now. Gradually, I lifted the edge of her kurti. She raised her arms to assist, allowing me to slip it off her head and discard it.
No delay this time. My hands wrapped around her, locating the hook of her maroon bra. I eased the straps down her shoulders. She shrugged it off, allowing it to drop. Another embrace, firm and engulfing her breasts, a gentle pressure on my chest.
We collapsed onto the bed. I traced kisses down her neck before settling on one breast, her nipple stiffening immediately under my tongue. I sucked, drawing her nearer.
Beginning at her breasts, my kisses moved down her stomach, pausing at her navel. I took hold of the waistband of her pyjama bottoms, sliding them down past her hips and thighs.
The pyjamas lay next to the kurti on the ground. Her panties caught on something. I untangled them and threw them away. Barely did she grasp me, drawing me closer.
We engaged in wrestling limbs entwined and skin warm, interrupted by eager kisses. At last, I loomed over her.
We were drenched in sweat, our breath uneven. She wiped my forehead. “Is your present ready?” she inquired. “I can’t hold on any longer, babe.” She shared my impatience. “Alright then. Come here. Get here.”
I settled between her thighs. She directed me with her fingers, glistening with her own wetness, lightly caressing the tip of my cock. “Hold on,” she murmured, then she stroked me over the entrance to her pussy. As I pushed against her opening, she exhaled, “It’s yours now. Go ahead.”
I steadied myself with my hands hovering slightly over her and drove forward. The tip of my cock slid in. She gasped, her eyes clenched tightly. I didn’t pause. I plunged further, embedding myself within her.
An intense ache combined with delight. With the majority of my length, within her, I started to thrust, pressing against her, sensing her body react. She leaned into me, her breasts jiggling, moaning with every thrust. Her tone was an entreaty.
Enveloped in the feeling, I sank, holding her shoulders firmly. Her expression was tense with delight, her arms encircling my back. We connected fully, swaying in a beat.
She grabbed handfuls of my hair, her lips pressing fiercely against mine. Our hips pressed tightly, moving in sync. A rising tension burst inside me, a wave of delight. I groaned, unable to hold back the noise.
My climax surged within me, my cum throbbing inside her. When I ended, my cock softened, contracting gradually, pulling away from her. We separated, panting for breath, coated in sweat.
At last, breathing resumed. “You’re hot, babe. I cherished every moment of our closeness from the couch all the way to the bed.”
She gently touched my forehead, her grin glowing. “I enjoyed it well, darling. You were amazing. Thank you for the present.”
“Usually, the individual receiving the present takes pleasure in it. However, in this case, the individual giving the gift derived enjoyment from it.”
We smiled, exchanged a few soft kisses, and I rolled onto my side. It was almost 5 pm. “Your brother would be on his way from the airport. He will reach anytime. Dress up. I’m going down,” she said.