I could see her nipples pinching the cotton fabric. I wished I could become that t-shirt right now. She asked me about dinner. I told her I hadn’t had anything. She started to prepare dosa for me. I saw her sexy back from behind. I was very much aroused by seeing her ass.
She came here from her home when I told her I am alone. I grew in confidence and went closer to her. I hugged her from behind and kissed on her nape. She was shocked and pushed me away. I felt very bad about this incident. She was very furious and scolded me for this. I was embarrassed to stand there.
So I left the place and went to the living room to watch TV. She came there with a dinner plate. I didn’t want to eat. I was very upset not on my bhabhi but on myself. I should not have done this. I let my lust to take control over me.
Bhabhi told me, “I know you like me. I know you want me to fuck. I can’t let that happen. I am your brother’s wife. So I am just gonna forgive you for this. Don’t feel very bad. You seem very upset and that’s upsetting me.” My bhabhi took a piece of dosa and offered it to me.
She said, “Eat. Don’t show your anger on the food.” Bhabhi was sitting next to me. I looked at her and said, “I don’t feel good. Can I lie down on your lap for some time?” She said OK. I lay down on her lap, looking up. I saw her boobs from below and that made me feel better.
Bhabhi felt my hairs with her fingers as a lover does. It made me feel better and calmed me. “Why are you not wearing a bra?” She was shocked to hear this and laughed. “You can see that?”
“Yeah, anybody can say that when they see nipples poking a t-shirt.” She laughed hard. For some reason, I found her smile arousing. I touched her nipples and squeezed them. Bhabhi pushed my hands but said nothing.
I sat up and told her, “I just want to see them. Nothing else. At least show me. That would really cheer me up.” She thought about it for a few seconds and said, “Okay, Just to see them. I want to cheer u up. Don’t touch them.” I know where it was going to end. So I just agreed to see them.
She took out her boobies out from her t-shirt. They looked bigger than I had assumed. I admired the beauty of those boobies. I licked my upper lip. She was about to put them inside when I stopped her. I touched her naked boobs and pinched her hard erected nipples. Bhabhi said, “You promised only to see them.”
“I lied,” and winked at her. She laughed and slapped on my head and said, “You are a very bad boy.” I squeezed her boobs harder and looked at her. Bhabhi took a long breath and her boobs went up. I squeezed her boobs harder and harder. Bhabhi combed my hairs slowly. I pinched her nipples harder.
Bhabhi let out a mild moaning. I bent down my head and started sucking her boobs. Those lovely boobs were soft and I sucked them harder. She mumbled, “I am your bhabhi. That’s enough. Stop sucking my boobs. Stoppp…” She said those words as if I was in the mood to listen to her.
I believed that she was saying those words so that I won’t stop sucking her boobs. I swirled my tongue around her areola. I sucked her nipples. I bit her nipples and pulled down gently. I kissed on her boobs, lower neck, neck, under jaws and cheeks. I looked at her and then kissed on her lips.
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