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I wanted to touch my wife’s sister again and again and there was no other chance but this. I again for the hundred times asked her if she felt better. She told her lungs hurt with a smile on her face.
I smiled back and shifted near her and kept my hand again on her bare back. I waited for her reaction. If today was the day in which I am going to be branded a molester, so be it. I am risking everything!
I slowly slid my hand inside her back and started massaging her back. There was a moment of hesitation on her face. Probably, she was judging whether mine was a good touch or a bad touch. She decided not to react. This gave me courage.
I slid my hand up inside my sister-in-law’s top but was not foolish enough to go anywhere near the sides which will surely send the alarm bells ringing inside her. I did not bring down her t-shirt and let it remain lifted. I told her to take some deep breaths and she will ok.
Then I removed my hand from her back and pressed my stomach and took in a deep breath, sucking all the air in and then letting it go off slowly. Like me, she kept her palm on her navel and sucked in a lot of air. I told her to hold it for some time and then release it. She did as she was told.
I immediately took my hand and placed it on her back as casually as possible. My wife’s sister took one more deep breath and with that, I inserted my hand inside her t-shirt as further up as possible intentionally lifting her t-shirt as much as possible. She was feeling better with this activity. So, she did not object to my hand being there.
As it was a bit dark, no one could see my actions as long as some streetlight gave the required light. This time, I wanted to take it a bit further and pushed her back hard to make her spine erect. She was sitting erect now. She realized that this was a better posture and again took one more deep breath.
I brought my other hand and placed it on her stomach and started pushing it inside indicating that she had to take an even deeper breath in. The touch of her navel brought butterflies doing drunk dancing inside my stomach. My SIL did not object and tried her best to draw in more air.
I stopped pushing her stomach to indicate that she had to hold her breath till I released my hand. Then I slowly let go of the pressure and she exhaled in that same rhythm. I slowly massaged her back with my other hand which was holding the fort and told her to do it one more time. She took in one more deep breath.
My hand on her navel slowly pressed into her soft flesh. I started slowly massaging her navel and slid up my hand till it was blocked by the t-shirt. I did not stop there and decided the take the route inside her t-shirt. She had sucked in a lot of air and holding her breath.
I crept my hand inside her t-shirt, sliding up till my thumb hit the bottom of her breasts. I stopped and let my thumb feel the softness of her breast. I gave her an indication to release the air and she slowly exhaled. Slowly, I brought my hand down at the speed of her exhale and reached back to the navel. I had in a most harmless way nearly touched her breasts.
Without looking at my wife’s sister, I again pressed her navel indicating that she had to do it again. Without seeing an option, she took in a deep breath and I started again sliding my hand up her stomach and inside her t-shirt.
This time, I was in a hurry. My hand hit the bottom of my wife’s sister’s breasts again. But, instead of stopping, I slid up a bit further.
My thumb slowly climbed the edge of her mountain. She stopped as she couldn’t take in more air. She was in a confused state and did not know what was happening to her. Ideally, I should have stopped sliding up the hand at this moment but somehow, I wanted to continue. I was so close to her nipples.
I had ‘molested’ her to the maximum extent now and she was not in a position to guess if I was doing this purposely or not.
I knew I shouldn’t take this any further. I slid my hand from under her breast and brought it down on her navel and continued to slide it down on her lower abdomen and rest it on her skirt. The skirt was very thin but tight and there was no room to enter.
I removed my hand from her back. Since she was sitting erect, the t-shirt slid down automatically. My erection was at its peak and I leaked some precum. I had technically molested my sister-in-law in a moving car in front of these old aunties.
I looked front and saw that none of them were remotely interested in my actions. I removed my hand from her skirt as well. My SIL was not coughing anymore and she was adjusting her t-shirt now. She was pulling down her t-shirt to cover her navel and back.
I had openly nicked her breasts with my fingers and she was not in a position to stop me. Or did she even realize that I had done it? I never really understood what women wanted.
That was it. I had taken it to the maximum extent possible that day. I smiled inside, thanking my stars for this night in the car. All good things have to come to an end. I looked at her and motioned that she can do it by herself now to make her think that I was just intending to guide her.
She then sat erect and started taking in deep breaths and releasing it all by herself. I smiled at her and told her that she should do it to make herself feel better. I watched her breasts swell as she took in more air. How much I wanted to get back to what I was doing.
We had only 30 minutes remaining to reach our house. She was looking forward and doing it. After 2 deep breaths, her posture started slumping. The devil in me woke up again.
Somehow, that day was the day I believe was the luckiest day of my life or could end up being the worst day of my life. I decided to ruin my life. I immediately took my hand and pressed her back to correct her posture.
She was surprised at my touch but realized that she had slumped, and she corrected herself to be erect. She smiled as she was not able to hold that position because she was too tired.
I again pressed her back to support her to sit straight. But unfortunately, this time I had to touch her over her t-shirt. I had to get inside her t-shirt again. Another half an hour was all I had and I could never do this again ever. I had to take the risk all over again.
I slid my hand down her spine as she was exhaling. This time, I went all the way near her tailbone. When I slid it up, I took the path inside the t-shirt. I did that without any hesitation. It was a quick motion.
I lifted her t-shirt again as my hand went up all the way. The t-shirt covering her front also lifted. My wife’s sister suddenly stopped inhaling. I immediately removed my hand from her back.
Instead of acting like I got caught in the act, I placed my other hand on her navel and started pressing it like before indicating that she can inhale more if she tried. She was all so confused with my move.
She continued inhaling more and I stopped pressing indicating that she can hold her breath. It was the same game again. I slowly released the pressure on her navel, and she let go of her breath.
My hand then again started pressing her navel and she started inhaling. But this time, I slid my hand further up inside her t-shirt. This time, she realized that my hand was on her bare navel as her stomach trembled to my touch. This is where it all ends. I can stop sliding my hands up or take them up to see her reaction.
My heart hammered hard. My hand was moving up lifting a great deal of my wife’s sister’s shirt along and then my thumb hit the bottom of her breast. Her t-shirt had risen, exposing everything below her breasts. She stopped her breath holding it in as much as she could.
My thumb was pressing onto her lower breast. The tension was killing me. I brought down my hand as she exhaled and placed it on her navel. She did not inhale again.
My hand nervously rested on her navel. She did not do anything to remove it. She sat with her t-shirt lifted just below her breasts. I looked at her and asked in a very slow voice, “Are you ok?”
She did not reply. But she lifted her right hand and inserted it inside the front part of her already lifted t-shirt. She pressed between her breasts and gave a halfhearted nod which meant some pain in her lungs was still there due to heavy coughing.
I took my hands from her navel and gently pushed them to her shoulder to make her lean on the back-rest. She leaned back and took her hand out of her t-shirt. But thank God, she did not pull down her t-shirt. Anyone looking back from the second row could easily see her exposed tummy.
I suddenly remembered that her dupatta was next to me. I took it and slowly spread it on her front. She seemed to like it. That day was just not her day. The driver aunty saw me taking the dupatta and asked if the AC had to be reduced. I told her it was fine. For her, it looked like I was being a brother taking care of my SIL as a sister.
Another 20 minutes to reach home. My SIL was now comfortable inside the dupatta. I adjusted her dupatta unnecessarily showing that I was really worried about her. She for once gave a smile that reflected gratitude.
I went ahead adjusting the dupatta further for no reason. The dupatta was placed on her bare navel as I did not bother pulling down her t-shirt first. I had to touch her further as my brain told me that that day I just can’t afford to stop.
She did not say anything and kept quiet as I fiddled with her dupatta. I took my hand and started adjusting the dupatta on top of the navel and very casually lifted it again to place it properly for no specific reason. Lifting her dupatta again gave me a glimpse of my wife’s sister’s exposed navel and her belly button.
Since the AC was not reduced, I decided to touch her again on the pretext of bringing down her t-shirt. Since I did not want to act creepy, I covered her exposed navel again with the dupatta. But, this time I left my hand inside the dupatta.
I placed my palm on her bare navel again and started sliding up trying to find the end of her t-shirt to pull it down. But since she was leaning back on the seat, the t-shirt was not sliding down as the back part was pressed on the seat.
I tried to pull it once and she realized that I was just adjusting her dress. She gave an expression that it was ok that way as the dupatta was thick and she will feel hot.
I reluctantly slid down by palm over her bare navel and brought it out. She was curiously watching my moves, not able to understand why I was taking so much effort to make her feel comfortable. I nodded my head indicating that I was happy with my work.
She smiled and said thank you in a whispering voice. I guess she just wanted to reach home and sleep. The idea of her brother-in-law trying to molest her had not hit her head till then.
My dick was over-excited that day. With 15 minutes to reach home, I just couldn’t stop thinking of ways to touch her again. I knew I had to stop but I was not able to. There should be some other way.
She was now looking at the other side, her eyes wide open waiting to reach home and I wanted the journey never to end.
“God, one more chance, please. I will visit temples every Tuesday without fail,” I prayed silently.
And then she coughed again, her hands involuntarily pressing her chest as she felt some pain. I looked at her again with concern. She smiled at me as she had never seen my caring side before but little did she know that she was looking at the molester in me.
I knew it was the last chance. I pulled her other hand and slowly kept my thumb on her wrist to check for the pulse. She took a deep breath to calm herself down. In 15 seconds, I made a concerned expression on my eyebrows and drew 96 in the air indicating a high pulse rate. She gave a tired expression on her face and kept her hand on her breast to feel her heart pumping.
Since I had her wrist in my hand, I slowly patted it indicating that it was alright. I looked at her and reminded her that she should inhale and exhale slowly to calm herself. Maybe she was claustrophobic.
She decided to listen to me and took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. I let her do it for a few minutes. I inserted my hand inside my wife’s sister’s dupatta again as time was running short. I was bold this time and placed it directly on her navel. I did not move it up and down but just kept it there, feeling the softness of her stomach.
My palm was moving up and down along with her stomach. It was magical. She did not protest. In sometime, she stopped the process. I slowly moved up my hand over her exposed stomach. I had to make it look natural.
I slid my hand up further, directing my palm through the gap between her breasts to feel her heartbeats. My palm naturally hit either side of her breasts. An electric current went through me.
I slowly placed it on her heart. My palm covered half of her left breast to feel her heartbeat. She was surprised and not sure how to react. I pressed my wife’s sister’s left breast softly and I could hear her heart beat rhythmically.
I knew I had broken my good guy image with this move. I took my hand out and acted professionally and tilted my head indicating that she is alright. She did not say anything.
The minutes after that were deafening with silence. But thank God, we were nearly home. Everybody started waking up. One good thing was she did not scream when I touched her breasts.
Will she tell her parents and my wife? I am so dead. I will die with the feeling of her soft breast on my palm. I consoled myself.
My SIL straightened up. I looked at her from the corner of my eyes. She removed her dupatta from her body. I relished her exposed navel for the last time as she pulled down her t-shirt and adjusted her skirt. Her milky white thighs were also available for me but I had done nothing about it.
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