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This story is an account of my sexual encounter with my elder brother's wife (In India referred to as "Bhabhi"). This is part fiction and part real.

"....oh my god....am cumming....ahhh...am....so...bad..."

She almost screamed into my ears. I collapsed on top of her and we both lay there panting, without uttering a word. As we lay in each others arms, I looked at her beautiful face in the afterglow.

" Thanks Bhabhi. I cannot tell you how much this means to me....you are an angel...."

I said softly and lay against her soft tits. I had never expected that I would ever get to fulfill my long-time fantasy of making love to my elder brother's wife. Every fantasy has an epicenter, an event that triggers this wave that is immortal until realized. In my case, it was when I found out that my elder brother's wife, Nisha was sleeping with her own brother Ajay, who was two years elder to her.

"Nisha, please bring your wedding sari when you come. I need to fuck you in it ;)" read the SMS. "Ök."read the reply.

So foolish of Ajay, and fortunate for me to have found it, while my bhabhi bathed leaving her mobile on our dining table.

Now for a little background, before we plunge into the story.

My elder brother got married 8 years back and that's when I first met my Bhabhi, Nisha. She was older to me by 4 years. She is tall, slim, beautiful face, sexy wide eyes, long hair, and sensuous curves -- all that any gorgeous girl would be. Over the next few days, we grew close as brother and sister would. We started spending a lot of time together, since my brother was at work and I was studying at that time. I would accompany her to most places she went to. It was all platonic.

All of this changed, the day I found the SMS that Ajay had sent her. I was shocked to imagine what was conspiring between her and her brother. Subconsciously that incident sowed the seeds of a fantasy. I started fantasizing about having sex with my bhabhi. The discovery of her liaison with her own blood-brother made me wonder that if she can have sex with her brother, why not me? Ever since I wondered how it would be to have sex with her. It was not mere lust, as I have always had respect and love for her. My feelings grew stronger. I found out that my brother was away often, and she was missing love and care. It was a very strong feeling, a message that I would often read in her moist eyes.

We have always been very fond of each other, and used to discuss everything under the sun. As and when possible, I started communicating with her very regularly but subtly that I wanted to have an affair since I found the whole idea forbidden and hence thrilling. Slowly, I started showing interest in her body and started complimenting her often about her looks.

One night, while we were returning from one of her friend's wedding in a taxi, I was turned on by being around her in that sexy silk sari and low cut blouse of hers. Her lips were glistening in the night light as we sped through the city. It was a long ride back. I decided to try my luck. I feigned sleep and I lay my head on her blouse clad smooth shoulders. She was surprised at first, but then smiled and patted my cheeks as I lay on her shoulders. I could see down her cleavage from that position and after a while, I shifted so that I could lay with my head in her lap and take a nap. I was lying in her lap facing her, as she looked down. I felt such a strong urge then to kiss her lips. But I decided to take it slow. We started talking about the wedding and how one guy was trying to hit on my bhabhi. At that point I said,

"Even I would have tried to..."

"Tried to what?"she asked.

"Well, tried to woo you, you were looking so sexy tonight"

She was shocked and it was evident in her eyes. She never expected me to talk in that tone.

"Bhabhi, can I make love to you?"

I just let it out. I just couldn't hold on to it, or have the patience to explain my feelings and gradually suggest what was on my mind. She looked tensed, and did not respond. She just asked me to lift my head from her lap and kept staring out of the taxi. I had ruined it. It was obvious to me that she looked at me as her younger brother. But the next day I continued being around her, and kept bringing that topic up. She kept neglecting me each time. The fact that she had not spoken to my brother about it further strengthened my will to propose sex. But this confidence of mine was short-lived. Unfortunately, somehow my brother found out about my wicked desire and gave me hell. He happened to read one of my suggestive SMS in her phone. No one else was aware of it. So next time I went home visiting my parents, I couldn't look at her directly. But still I had this unquenchable desire to have sex with her. My brother was on travel.

That evening, when I was in my room, she walked in and sat next to me on my bed. Her eyes looked so alluring. She was wearing a black cotton nightie that accentuated her voluptuous frame. My eyes quickly scanned her from head to toe, her beautiful lips, her sensuous neck, her shapely breasts, flat tummy, full hips and long legs. I was suddenly pulled out of my trance, as she started scolding me for lusting behind her and for having such filthy thoughts about own brother's wife. And in the end she came and slapped me hard. I felt like telling her about her affair with her brother. But didn't feel right, and didn't want to hurt her. After that she left. I felt so guilty and ashamed that I cried so hard. I slept off.

While I was asleep, I could sense somebody's presence in the room. It was her, the woman of my dreams. She was sitting on my bed, still wearing the sexy black nightie. Her hair was let down, and it was swaying in the mild breeze from the AC. She was slowly combing my hair with her fingers. Despite all that happened about an hour back, I started getting aroused. Slowly she lied down next to me, facing me. My heart was beating faster. Then she said that she was sorry about reacting the way she did. I told her that it was my mistake and I shouldn't have thought so about her. She cuddled me and that made me harder. Feeling her body close to mine was an exceptional turn-on. I was sleeping on my stomach facing towards her and she was sleeping on her left side facing me. Her breasts were very close to my face and I got tempted so many times to plunge into her soft mounds. But I controlled. I wanted to see if it would go any further.

She kept saying that I should never think of her in sexual ways and that I should always treat her like my sister etc. I was barely listening to what she was saying, but concentrated more on our physical proximity. I wanted to get closer and closer to feel her warmth. I was possessed by lust. To stretch the conversation, I kept agreeing to whatever she said, and kept apologizing.

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