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Here’s the Previous part – Brother’s Plan for Sister-in-Law – 2
I’m Rahul, back again with the continuation of the story.
We had fallen asleep naked that night. When I opened my eyes in the morning, Bhabhi was still sleeping with her head on my chest. Her hair was scattered across my face, and her naked body was pressed against mine. As soon as I woke up, the first thing I remembered was what had happened last night. The taste of Bhabhi’s pussy was still lingering in my mouth. And that message… Bhaiya’s message.
I slowly picked up my phone. It was 7:30 in the morning. There was another message from Bhaiya.
“Brother, I’m still leaving the study room. Message me after Bhabhi wakes up, then I’ll come. What happened last night… was solid. Even I haven’t done that till today. Be ready for the next step.”
I put the phone aside. Bhabhi was still in deep sleep. I ran my hand over her back, gently pressing her naked ass. Her ass was so soft – the same ass I had spanked so many times last night. Bhabhi had woken up from her sleep. But with her eyes closed, she let out a soft moan and clung even closer to me.
I whispered in her ear, “Bhabhi… wake up. It’s morning.”
She slowly opened her eyes. At first, she looked confused, then as if remembering last night. Her face turned red.
“Rahul… we… last night… this…” she said softly, trying to cover herself with the sheet.
I held her hand. “Bhabhi, what’s the point of hiding now? What happened last night, we both did it together, didn’t we?”
Bhabhi lowered her eyes. “Yes… but this is wrong. If your brother finds out…”
“He won’t find out,” I said, putting my finger on her lips. “This is just our secret.”
She started looking into my eyes. I placed my hand on her boobs. In the morning, her boobs felt a bit heavy.
Bhabhi looked at me, then smiled. “You’re shameless. First thing in the morning…”
I climbed on top of her. “You were sleeping naked on top of me in the morning, so obviously the mood would be set.”
She laughed, then moved away from me. “Come on, get up. Don’t get in the mood so quickly. I’ll make tea. And you get dressed quickly.”
Bhabhi got up and went to the bathroom. I also quickly went to my room, showered, got dressed, and came out. In the kitchen, Bhabhi was making tea in a blue nighty. The nighty was so tight on her that the shape of her ass was clearly visible.
I went behind her and grabbed her waist. “Bhabhi, I’m not going to the office today,” I said, pressing my lips against her neck.
She panicked. “Rahul… someone will see. And what happened last night… that… that was a one-time thing.”
“One time?” I pressed my cock against her ass. “You yourself said that now you’re mine,” I said, starting to kiss her neck.
Bhabhi closed her eyes. “You’ve gone mad.”
Just then my phone vibrated. It was a message from Bhaiya: “I’m coming. In 15 minutes. Start the next plan.”
I put the phone in my pocket and turned Bhabhi around. I started kissing her lips. This time she didn’t refuse.
She held my waist and deepened the kiss. Her tongue was clashing with mine. I was pressing her boobs hard over the nighty. She was moaning.
“Rahul… this early morning… in the kitchen… I can’t stop myself…” she said in between, her hand going inside my pants.
“Bhabhi, I also can’t control myself,” I said, and lifted her onto the kitchen counter.
I lifted her nighty. She wasn’t wearing panties or a bra. Her pussy was wet. I placed my finger on her pussy. Bhabhi shuddered.
“Mmm… Rahul… slowly… aahh…”
I inserted my finger into her pussy. It was hot and wet inside. “Bhabhi, you were already ready.”
She looked at me, half-closed eyes. “You… you did this… ahhh…”
I lifted her nighty higher, freeing her boobs. In the morning light, her boobs looked even bigger. I took her nipple in my mouth and started sucking. Bhabhi held my head and started pulling my hair.
“Ahhh… Rahul… stop… not here… ahhh… I can’t… stop myself… ahhh…”
Her waist was moving faster on my finger. I inserted two fingers and started moving them in and out rapidly. Bhabhi’s breathing became faster. Moans started escaping from her mouth.
Just then there was a knock from outside – I stopped. “Don’t stop, Rahul. It’s probably just kids playing outside, the ball must have hit the door.”
I started fingering her even faster. “Ahhh… just like that. You’ve made me so hot this morning…”
Before Bhabhi could finish speaking, there was another knock. Bhabhi said angrily, “Now whose mother has died. Here I’m itching inside, and these kids…”
Then there was another knock. I moved away. Bhabhi’s face showed she was in the mood for fucking.
Me: I’m going to open the door.
“Come back quickly,” Bhabhi said.
I knew who was at the door. I went and opened the door – it was Bhaiya. We both looked at each other and smiled. And Bhaiya came inside.
A voice came from the kitchen. “Who is it… come quickly…”
I went to the kitchen. Bhabhi was still sitting there, her finger inside her pussy, moving it in and out. “Bhaiya has come.”
As soon as I said this, Bhabhi panicked. “Oh god… he’s here… you’re telling the truth…”
She got up so quickly and fixed her nighty. Bhabhi came out of the kitchen, her hands trembling. I also came behind her.
Bhaiya was standing in the living room, suitcase in hand. His face was completely normal, as if nothing had happened.
“How did you come so early?” Bhabhi asked as soon as she saw him.
Bhaiya said with a smile, “The flight got cancelled. It was night, so I stayed at a hotel there. When I came, you two were sleeping. I knocked so many times,” then pointing at me, he said, “Then this one opened the door.”
“You usually wake up early, how come you’re so late today?” Bhaiya asked, looking at Bhabhi.
Bhabhi’s gaze fell on me. Then she stammered, “I… I… was making tea. Didn’t hear the sound.”
Bhaiya looked at Bhabhi from top to bottom – the shape of her pussy was clearly visible.
Before Bhabhi could ask anything, she went into the kitchen. From inside, she called me. I also came into the kitchen.
Bhabhi: Quickly go to my room and bring my panties.
“Stay like this, Bhabhi, it looks good,” I said.
Bhabhi: It looks good to you. But your brother will feel bad.
Me: He’ll also like it, Bhabhi. Stay like this, come.”
Bhabhi showing the shape of her pussy. “See how clearly it’s visible. If your brother sees this, what will he think about me?”
“Bhabhi, don’t think so much. If he says anything, I’ll handle it. You don’t worry,” I said to Bhabhi.
Bhabhi: If your brother says anything to me, I’ll tell him you told me to wear it like this.
I said, “Okay,” and bit her lip hard. Bhabhi immediately pushed me away, then I came out.
Bhabhi brought the tea. The three of us sat at the table. Bhabhi started talking to Bhaiya, as if everything was normal. Bhabhi also became normal when she saw Bhaiya hadn’t said anything.
Then looking at me, he said, “Why didn’t you go to the office today?” I looked at Bhabhi. It was Bhabhi who had asked me to stay home today.
Bhabhi was glaring at me angrily. But what could she say?
Bhaiya: “Did you refuse?” Bhaiya asked, looking at Bhabhi.
Bhabhi’s face was already pale. And now Bhaiya’s question had increased her heartbeat.
“Leave it, Bhaiya. Bhabhi had said that today we’ll stay home and make something new to eat and play cards,” I said, looking at Bhabhi.
The three of us often played cards at home.
As soon as Bhaiya looked at Bhabhi, Bhabhi said, “I couldn’t sleep last night. I thought if I did something new, maybe I’d sleep today.”
“This is good. You rest today, don’t cook. Let’s order today.”
I also nodded in agreement.
Bhabhi also nodded her head, and then the three of us sat drinking tea and eating biscuits, talking normally.
Bhabhi kept looking at me angrily and signaling to hit me.
And so, from afternoon to evening passed. Bhaiya ordered food. And sent me to bring beer. I brought 5 bottles of beer.
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