My wife’s sister was pretty like a butterfly, unlike my wife. This thought always provoked evil questions inside me regarding the character of my mother-in-law. Well, that is not what we are here to read today.
Today was my sister-in-law’s day. In the family wedding function today, she stole the show. She wore the most beautiful Ghagra choli, heavily embroidered. Heavy, nevertheless. The weight of the ghagra made it difficult for her to walk. The choli was another story altogether. It was backless as backless needs to be. Just a string holding her modesty from falling in front of the entire crowd.
The dupatta was the culprit. It covered her magnificent bosom and the entire navel which would otherwise have been a treat to all. The dupatta was not so transparent to anyone’s liking as well. We could see her belly button only if someone shone some light on it.
But My wife’s sister’s back was bare and that was what I was relishing even though I was smiling at everyone around. Also, I had to steal glances at her without anyone knowing. It would be embarrassing for my wife if they saw me drooling at my aadhi gharwaali.
After me observing her for an hour non-stop, I realized that she was in some sort of discomfort. She wanted to get out of that place as fast as possible. She was tired. I also realized that I was not the only one ogling her. There were other men in our own family who were imagining the same things which were running in my mind. I couldn’t blame them. She was after all very pretty. A 22-year-old unmarried girl dressed like that will always be mouth-watering to any man.
My SIL was the youngest girl in our family and she was liked by everyone for obvious reasons. I waited for the moment when her dupatta moved a bit to see her beautiful navel but that has not happened in the last one hour. The wind was not helping me that day a bit.
I sat there waiting for a time for the rush at the buffet counter to reduce. People were taking their 3rd helping as if they will be asked to go without food for the next 3 days after tonight. The crowd at the bar was also at its peak. People drinking like there was no tomorrow.
Since this wedding was from my wife’s side, I was relatively lonely as I was not the best of friends with her relatives. I silently sat in one corner playing candy crush on my mobile, hungry and thirsty. I wanted to get the hell out of that place but for her.
My wife’s sister was nowhere to be seen now. I looked around desperately but there was no trace of her. I looked around for my wife and she was also missing.
Looking at the crowd fighting for food, I lost my appetite and decided to go home and sleep. I messaged my wife telling her that I was planning to leave. I got a one-word reply. “K.”
I looked at my options to get back home. I had come in one relative’s car. But looking at him, he was in no condition to drive. I found that some of the elderly women were planning to leave home. I hoped there was an empty seat for me in the car.
The home was nearly a 1.5-hour drive from here. I politely asked if they could accommodate me and they happily approved. The passengers were elderly women in the age group above 55. The driver was also my wife’s aunt who was rumored to be a great driver even at her age.
I was told that I had to adjust in the last row of the XUV 5OO. I obliged.
The car started and I heard my phone ring. It was my wife. I picked up the call and she told me to stop the car immediately. I conveyed the same to the aunt who was driving the SUV. To my surprise, my wife and the girl of my dreams came running asking if there was any space left. They told her that there was a place left in the 2nd row.
My wife told us that her sister was feeling a bit unwell and wanted to get home and get some sleep. This was the luckiest day of my life.
They made her enter and made some place for her in the middle seat in the second row. She had a small bag with her which she kept below her leg. She smiled at me.
I asked her if she was ok sitting in the congested seat. She said she was fine. I felt sad hearing that as there was space next to me in the third row. Now four people were cramped in the second-row seat.
The elderly woman started asking her many questions about why she felt unwell as soon as the car started. She told them that she hadn’t slept for the past two days due to the wedding preparations and also she felt tired as she was wearing very heavy clothes. She just wanted to go home and change to some night dress and sleep.
On hearing it, they told her that they would stop somewhere for her to change her clothes if she had some spare ones with her. She nodded in agreement. My wife’s sister told them that she should have done it before getting in the car but she was afraid that we might not wait for her.
The thought of her changing her clothes made me get a boner! I slowly kept my hand on my groin to hide it. She was constantly adjusting herself in the seat and I realized that she was finding it hard to breathe as the Ghaghra was tied very tight around her waist. She urgently needed to loosen the hooks of her skirt and I had to wait patiently for her to do it.
I could see that my sister-in-law was not feeling well. She leaned in on one of the aunties and closed her eyes. I watched her from behind. Her dupatta was covering her otherwise naked back. There was pin-drop silence for 10 minutes as no one spoke. Her back was inches from my palm. I could just reach out and touch it but I was educated enough not to do such things.
She was constantly adjusting her posture to sit comfortably and then one of the aunties told her to remove the dupatta to feel less comfortable. My eyes widened with happiness. To my bad luck, she refused. She was so tired to even remove the dupatta.
The other aunty was however adamant and started removing it off her shoulder. The dupatta was thick and as soon it was removed, I saw what I was waiting to see for the past 5 hours. My sister-in-law’s smooth naked back!
There was confusion about where the dupatta should be kept and as a gentleman, I volunteered to keep it beside me in the empty seat. The aunties were grateful.
I now focused on her bare back which was covered by her hair. It was milky white and smooth like butter. Till then, no one suspected me to be a creep. I could see that my wife’s sister was comfortable as the cold wind from the AC hit her back. I could just pull the only knot holding her blouse and insert my hand inside her breast from behind and maul it at will. But I had to control my feeling.
My boner was at full height. How much I wished if she was sitting next to me, I could have seen her bare navel but now I could not see much.
She was sitting leaning to the front and suddenly, she decided to lean back on the seat. Many accessories were attached to the knot and they poked into her skin. There was some temple-dome kind of attachments to the blouse knot and it all added to the weight.
My wife’s sister leaned in front again as she realized that the accessories poking her was painful. She desperately wanted the support of the seat and lean back. She removed her hair from her back and pushed it forward. She brought her hand behind and removed the tight knot holding her choli together. No words escaped me. This was dream come true!
I was staring at her entire bare back from neck to her waist. Though the knot was removed, it did not loosen her choli as it was stitched tight. She leaned back onto the seat now which blocked my magnificent view of her back. She then slept.
Another 20 minutes went by as she slept motionlessly. I still had a boner. One aunty sitting in the front row had motion sickness and she motioned the driver aunty to stop so that she could breathe some fresh air.
The F1 driver aunty stopped the vehicle at the side of the road where she saw a small chai shop. This made everyone wake up. The driver aunty wanted tea and she asked for other takers and most of them said yes including me. I told them to bring it here as it was difficult to climb out from 3rd-row seats.
All of them got out except my sister-in-law. She decided to stay back.
When everyone got down, I asked her if she felt better. She told me that she was feeling ok. I told her that her dupatta was with me if she felt cold. She told me that she wanted to get out of her costume asap.
I asked her if she had a change of clothes. She checked the bag she was carrying and took out a top and skirt. There was no innerwear.
I told her politely that I will get down and she can quickly change it if she had guts in the middle of the road. She gave a nervous laugh. She waited thinking.
I assured her that it was night and she can do it if she is quick. I can stand outside and give her a signal if someone was coming dangerously close to our car. She gave me a nod.
I slowly got down from the car. She closed all the doors and it was really difficult to take a peek. The aunties were surprised to see that. I told them that my wife’s sister wanted to change so I came out. Such a gentleman, I was. They nodded at my chivalry.
I did not immediately go inside, I waited for everyone to relish and complete their tea and then opened the door. I was surprised that she was not to be seen in the second row. I looked behind and saw she was sitting in my seat. She was in a t-shirt and I could not see what she wore below but I knew it was a short skirt. I acted surprised but I was very happy.
She told the aunties that she will sit comfortably behind now that she felt better. They all gave their thumbs up.
I folded the middle seat and got inside. I tried to sit in a way that my legs don’t touch her near bare thighs now. Her skirt was sexy. After she wore it, it was just below her butt and most of her thighs were on display to me.
My wife’s sister realized that I was a bit uncomfortable so she told me to sit normally. I smiled and said, “I will.”
She was looking so hot now. Her t-shirt was thin and I knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra. My boner was back and now I had the difficult task of hiding it from her. I was trying my best not to take sneak peeks at her thighs. Her skirt had risen to a dangerous height. Some more and I could as well see her panty. She was sitting with her thighs closed.
In a few minutes, she was back to sleep. I could hear a faint snore escaping her nose. The inner devil inside me wanted me to raise my sister-in-law’s skirt and feel her pussy. But that will be taking the biggest risk of my life. My marriage will end. I could be in jail. I will be humiliated in front of everyone if she wakes up to find my hand on her pussy and slaps me. That was scary.
But something inside me was still forcing me to take this opportunity. I stared at her thighs. It was milky white, and the skirt was really high now. I could easily slip my hand inside my wife’s sister’s skirt and feel her pussy. It was then or never opportunity. God can only do this much. The rest half, we have to do. I interpreted this saying to my liking.
I slowly tried to do a test run. I gently touched her thigh with my finger and removed it in a jiffy. She did not even twitch.
On the next attempt, I decided to keep my fingers on her thigh for at least 3 seconds. I slowly kept on hand on her thigh and counted to 3 and removed it. Still, no reaction. I had to take it a bit more.
I slowly kept my entire palm on her left thigh. This time, fear was overshadowed by pleasure. An electric current went through me. I knew it was more than 5 seconds and I just did not want to remove my hand. I prayed to my false Gods and kept it there. She was sleeping like a log.
My erection was tearing my pant. At this very second, the car went over a gutter and everybody was jolted awake. I quickly retracted my hand and curled to the corner of the seat. She slowly woke up too. That was risky. I was not doing this ever again in my life. I love my wife no matter how ugly she was and annoying too.
My wife’s sister opened her eyes to see me sitting in the other end of the seat. She stared at me and my heart started hammering inside. Did she have a sixth sense on what happened to her while she was asleep?
“The road is bumpy ahead,” warned the driver aunty. My SIL asked for water. It was promptly passed to her. She was drinking it and there came another bump. Some water spilled on her shirt. But more than that, some water escaped into her nostrils. She started coughing badly.
The aunty from the middle seat started tapping her head but it was not working. I went near her to show my concern. She was leaning forward and coughing. Everyone was now trying to give some advice to her to stop her coughing. I also took this as an opportunity to keep my hand on her back as an act of concern. She did not seem to notice.
I started vigorously stroking her back. In the process, I stroked her from her neck to the end of her spinal cord. I realized that the bra hook was not hindering which meant that she was not wearing it. She was feeling better now.
I kept my hand on her back reluctant to remove it. She did not seem to complain about it. I continued to store her back gently even after she stopped coughing. She was given a towel and she wiped her face and wiped the front of the t-shirt which was now wet. I knew that I had to stop as it will become awkward.
To make it look natural, I stopped stroking her back when my hand reach the bottom of my sister-in-law’s back and asked if she was ok. She looked at me and said she was fine. I removed my hand when I heard that.
She then inserted the towel from under her t-shirt to wipe the water fallen on her breast. In the process, some of her t-shirt lifted showing me some skin. Everyone was looking front and sitting and no one was noticing her except me with my hawk eyes.
She was a bit careless as she used her other hand to raise her t-shirt to give better access to her other hand with the towel to wipe her breasts. She unknowingly lifted her t-shirt till her torso, giving me the first look at her stomach. That was what I prayed for.
Her belly button flashed in front of me. For some reason, she coughed again two or three times. I immediately went back to comforting her. My hand involuntarily went to her back. This time, as her t-shirt was lifted, my hand touched her bare back below where her bra strap should have been. She coughed again.
Instead of taking my hand over the t-shirt, I in the spur of the moment decided to take my hand inside her t-shirt all the way to the top. She twitched a bit but did not react.
I was halfway through the crime and there was no turning back now. I had to make it look like a crime committed out of concern for her. My brain told me to continue stroking her back and not stop as that will be weird.
I stroked her back from the top to the bottom and each time my hand entered inside her top, I realized that I was lifting her top with my action. The front part of my SIL’s top was also lifted to a dangerous level. She had taken the towel out in the meantime and was covering her mouth while coughing.
She stopped coughing after 2 or 3 rounds. I kept stroking her back harder and my palm was covering her entire back. I stopped stroking her as she now stopped coughing.
Her eyes were watery with all the coughing. When I removed her hand from the back, she half looked at me and said thanks.
Relief flooded into my chest. She took it as an act of kindness. Her top was still half raised. Her stomach was on full display to me. She wiped tears and clutched her chest as it probably hurt with so much coughing.
My dick was in control of my body now. Logic had left me long back while I was with my wife’s sister.
To be continued.
Next Part: Jingbang in the car with wife’s innocent sister – Part 2