Hi, I am Gaurav from New Delhi. This all happened during the early days of the pandemic lockdown in 2020. My wife and I had moved to Hyderabad, but when the lockdown was announced, we rushed back to stay with her family in Delhi. We had been married just a few months and had been enjoying a passionate life, but now we were confined to a single room.
After a while, I started to get to know my in-laws better, especially my sister-in-law, Kiran, who had a voluptuous figure.
One evening, after dinner, we both ended up on the roof, a rare place of privacy in the crowded house. It was pitch black, and I didn’t even realize she wasn’t wearing a bra. We bumped into each other, and in the process, I accidentally grabbed her breast! She didn’t seem to mind, though, and the next few days, she avoided the rooftop, saying she was in pain. When she finally returned, she wasn’t on the phone. Instead, my sister-in-law took my hand and placed it on her chest, asking if I liked how her breasts felt! I admitted that they were amazing, and she whispered if I’d like to see them.
Surprisingly, my wife’s sister led me behind the water tank and flashed the light from her phone, revealing her large, round boobs with perky nipples. Before I could fully appreciate the view, her phone rang, breaking the moment. I was left standing there, aroused, as she took my hand and placed it on her phone to answer the call, leaving my hand suspended just above her bare chest.
As we talked in the dark, my mind raced with thoughts of what just happened. The tension in the air was thick, and I could feel my cock straining against my shorts. I didn’t dare move my hand away, and my sister-in-law didn’t seem to want me to. We talked in hushed tones, the occasional giggle from her betraying the excitement she felt too. The conversation grew more intimate, and I found myself describing how much I enjoyed the feel of her breasts.
Suddenly, she stopped me and said, “You know, I’ve noticed you looking at me sometimes. I think you might like me more than you let on.” My heart raced as I considered the implications of her words. I tried to play it cool, but the bulge in my shorts gave me away. She reached out and touched it lightly, her voice low and seductive. “Is this what you’ve been hiding from me?”
I nodded, unable to form coherent words. My SIL took a step closer, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, “Would you like to do more than just feel?” My cock twitched in response, and she took that as an invitation. She knelt down and pulled my shorts down, freeing my erect penis. Her hand wrapped around it, and she began to stroke me gently. The feeling was exquisite, and I let out a soft moan.
“Do you like that?” she asked, her voice a mix of tease and seriousness. “Mmhmm,” was all I could manage to murmur. My sister-in-law chuckled and took my hand, placing it on her ample ass. “You can touch me too,” she offered, guiding my hand to squeeze her soft, plump cheek.
We continued like this, feeling each other in the dark, our breaths growing more ragged. I had never felt anything like this before, and I didn’t want it to end. But the sound of someone approaching the stairs leading to the rooftop brought us back to reality. We quickly pulled our clothes back on and stepped away from each other, our hearts racing.
“Let’s keep this our little secret,” she whispered before disappearing into the shadows. I nodded, my mind reeling with the intensity of the moment. The lockdown had brought us closer in a way I never could have imagined, and I found myself eager for our next rooftop encounter.
The days passed in a blur of suppressed desire and furtive glances. Kiran had become a vision of temptation, and my thoughts of her often strayed to the point of distraction. Her voluptuous figure, the way her sari clung to her curves, the dark circles around her eyes hinting at the secrets she held. I longed to explore her further, to taste the forbidden fruit she had offered so tantalizingly.
One night, as we all sat in the living room watching a movie, she brushed against me, her hand lingering on my thigh. My wife was engrossed in the film, oblivious to the silent invitation passing between us. I knew then that our next rendezvous was inevitable. That night, as my wife slept soundly, I snuck out of our room and made my way to the rooftop.
Kiran was already there, her silhouette framed by the moonlight. She turned to face me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Without a word, she began to sway her hips to an imaginary tune, her full breasts swaying hypnotically. I stepped closer, my hands itching to touch my sister-in-law again. She reached out and untied the knot of her sari, letting it fall to the ground. Underneath, she wore a sheer blouse and a matching petticoat that barely contained her ample ass.
“I want you to see all of me,” she said, her voice thick with desire. She reached back and unhooked her bra, her breasts spilling out into the cool night air. They were even more magnificent than I had imagined, the dark areolae standing out against the pale flesh, her nipples hard and begging to be kissed.
“And what about me?” she asked, her hand sliding down to my crotch. She unzipped my pants and took out my cock, already hard and pulsing with need. She began to stroke me, her movements slow and deliberate. “Do you like what you see?”
“Bhabhi,” I groaned, using the respectful term as a form of endearment. She smirked and leaned in to whisper, “Call me Kiran.”
With that, she dropped to her knees and took me into her warm, eager mouth. I had never felt anything so exquisite. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, her lips moving up and down in a rhythm that was driving me wild. I could feel the precum leaking out, and she moaned with satisfaction, savoring the taste.
As she pleasured me, my eyes were glued to the sight of her plump, bare ass in the moonlight. The tightness of her asshole was mesmerizing, and I longed to plunge into it. But I knew that was a line we couldn’t cross. Not yet, at least.
“Kiran,” I managed to say, “I want to make you feel good too.” She looked up at me with those dark, mysterious eyes and nodded. I reached down to slide my hand up her thigh and under her petticoat, feeling the wetness of her pussy. She was as eager as I was.
With one hand, I began to rub my wife’s sister’s clit in slow, lazy circles while the other cupped her full, round ass. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves through me. I could feel her getting wetter, her juices coating my hand as I explored her body.
“More,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. I inserted a finger into her, feeling the tightness of her pussy clamp down on me. She was so tight, so responsive, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I picked up the pace, her moans growing louder with each stroke.
“Oh god, yes,” she moaned, her body tensing. “I’m going to cum.” Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle the noise, but the tremors of her orgasm were unmistakable. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and with a final, guttural groan, I exploded into her mouth.
We sat there, panting and trembling, the aftermath of our passion hanging heavy in the air. It was a moment of pure, unbridled lust, a secret shared between us in the confines of the dark rooftop.
Kiran looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and a hint of mischief. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a smear of my cum glistening in the moonlight. “That was amazing,” she murmured, her voice still thick with arousal.
I couldn’t agree more. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth on my cock had been mind-blowing, and I was still reeling from the intensity of the orgasm she’d given me. “Your turn,” I said, my voice hoarse with need.
My sister-in-law nodded eagerly and lay back on the concrete roof, her legs spread wide. I knelt between them, my eyes feasting on the sight of her swollen pussy. Her plump labia were a dark, inviting pink, and her clit peeked out from its hood like a little pearl. I leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, her skin tasting faintly of sweat and desire. She quivered under my touch, her hands tangling in my hair.
“Yes,” she gasped as I moved closer to her pussy. I took my time, kissing and licking my way up her thigh until I reached her soaking wet folds. Her scent was intoxicating, and I felt my cock stirring back to life.
I took a deep breath and leaned in, my tongue sliding over her clit. She bucked her hips, her hand coming down to grip my shoulder. “Slowly,” she panted. “Just like that.”
I teased her, licking in slow, broad strokes, savoring the taste of her arousal. Her hips began to rock against my mouth, and her breathing grew ragged. I slipped a finger into her, feeling her tightness, her inner walls clenching around me.
“Mmm,” she moaned, her hand now fisting the fabric of my shirt. “Deeper.”
I obliged, adding a second finger and curling them in a come-hither motion that made her back arch off the ground. Her moans grew louder, and I could feel her body building towards another climax.
“Oh god, Gaurav,” she whispered, using my name for the first time in this intimate setting. “I’m going to cum again.”
And she did, her body shuddering with pleasure as I brought her to the brink and then pushed her over. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers, and I lapped up her juices, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.
We lay there for a moment, both of us trying to catch our breath. The sound of our ragged breathing was the only thing breaking the silence of the night. Then she sat up and leaned into me, her breasts pressing against my chest.
“We can’t tell anyone about this,” she said, her voice serious. “It’s our little secret.”
“I know,” I murmured, kissing the top of her head. “But I want more.”
Her eyes searched mine in the moonlight, and I knew she felt the same. We had crossed a line that night, but it was a line I didn’t want to go back from.
The days that followed were a mix of agonizing anticipation and stolen moments. We’d find excuses to be alone, our eyes meeting across the room with the promise of what was to come. The tension grew with every shared glance and every accidental brush of our hands.
One evening, as the rest of the family was busy with dinner, we snuck away to the rooftop again. This time, my sister-in-law was dressed in a loose salwar kameez that made it easy for me to pull her bottoms down. Her round, firm ass was bare, and I couldn’t resist slapping it lightly before bending her over the water tank.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, giggling.
“I want to taste you,” I murmured, my voice thick with lust. “I want to lick your ass.”
“What?” she said, surprise clear in her tone. But she didn’t protest as I spread her cheeks and leaned in, my tongue sliding over her tight little asshole.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, pushing back against my face. “That feels so good.”
I explored her, my tongue delving into her ass, swirling around her tight entrance. Her moans grew louder, and she pushed back against me, urging me deeper. I felt my cock hardening even more, the anticipation of what was to come making me dizzy with desire. I slid my hand under her shirt and played with her nipples, feeling them stiffen under my touch. She was so responsive, so open to my every whim.
“Do you like that?” I asked, pulling back for a moment to let her catch her breath.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice shaky with need. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I continued to lick and kiss her ass, my other hand now reaching between her legs to tease her swollen clit. Her pussy was so wet, and she was grinding back against my face, her movements growing more erratic. I slipped a finger into her, feeling her tightness grip me as I moved in and out. She was so close, her breaths coming in short gasps.
“I’m going to cum,” she warned, her voice a desperate whisper.
“Not yet,” I murmured, pulling my hand away. “I want to feel you cum on my cock.”
With a whine of protest, she stood up and turned to face me. We kissed, our tongues tangling as I pushed her back against the water tank. Her hand found its way to my cock, stroking me with a fierce urgency. I pulled her shirt off, exposing her beautiful breasts to the moonlight. They were larger than my wife’s, the nipples a dark brown, and her areolae wide and inviting.
“Sit on it,” I told her, guiding her onto my erect length. She straddled me, her legs wrapped around my waist as she lowered herself onto my cock. She was so wet that I slid in easily, her pussy enveloping me in a warm, tight embrace.
“Oh,” she gasped as I filled her completely. “You feel so good.”
“So do you,” I replied, my hands cupping her ass to hold her in place. “Ride me, Kiran.”
My SIL did, her hips moving up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Her breasts bounced with every bounce, the sight of her riding me making me want to explode.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice needy. “Fuck me hard.”
I obliged, my hands moving to her waist to lift her up and slam her down onto my cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the quiet night air, a symphony of passion and desire.
“I am going to cum,” she moaned, her walls tightening around me. “I’m going to cum all over your cock.”
“Do it,” I encouraged her, feeling the tension in my own body build to a crescendo. “Cum for me, Kiran.”
And she did, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. I followed her over the edge, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my cum. We held onto each other, our breaths mingling as we both came down from our high.
For a moment, we stayed there, my cock still inside my sister-in-law, our bodies entwined. Then she leaned forward, her forehead resting on my shoulder. “We can’t keep doing this,” she said, her voice barely audible.
“Why not?” I asked, stroking her back gently.
“Because it’s wrong,” she replied, her voice filled with regret. “We’re family.”
“But, we’re not blood relatives,” I pointed out, not wanting to lose the connection we had. “And we both need this.”
“I know,” she sighed. “But we have to be careful.”
We pulled apart, both of us adjusting our clothes. We stood there, the moonlight casting shadows across her body, her breasts still heaving from the exertion. I knew she was right, but I couldn’t help the feeling of disappointment that washed over me.
“We’ll find a way,” I promised her, my voice filled with determination. I knew that our connection was too strong to deny. “But for now, let’s just enjoy what we have.”