Innocent BIL And Husband – Part 2
bedroom, bhabhi-devar, incest

Thanks a lot for reading this wonderful tale. Have you ever questioned why do we have a format of a medium called ‘sex story’ when we have a choice of seeing high-quality porn videos streaming all the fuck, lick, suck, crazy things in vivid detail? Of course, ‘sex stories’ remain alive because it is so wonderful compared to video content. A wonderfully written story can give a long-lasting effect making one recall the story and enjoy numerous times. It is a powerful way to communicate emotions, feelings, romance intimacy and erotic things. A thoughtful story creates a warm feeling with the readers and if the medium is used thoughtfully with the right plot, characterization, situations, dialogs, conversations, and emotions. We can create a fabulous sex story where readers can immerse themselves deep into the plot and enjoy them being one of the characters in the story. Unfortunately, it is very rare to find such high-quality story-driven content for sex stories. Very professional writers write nonsex stories involving sentiment, emotion, love, and all other feelings. But they wont touch on XX rated stories. Sex stories can be entirely different than explaining just pure intercourse explanation. Many novice writers misunderstand the difference between sex story and sex narration. They are entirely different. Writing pages of content explaining what boy and girl did to each other in sex is sex narration and not sex story. That is too boring to read. I got fed up with not finding the content of my liking and I started writing a story that fulfills my inner thirst. I created a multi-episode story named name ‘Cleverly Planned Wife Swap – Master Plan To Convince Conservative Couple’. Based on some one’s real experience I was not sure how this story will be received by readers as it was very lengthy one of 15 episodes. I worried who will read a long story. I was proven that my thought was wrong with a nice response from readers. Later I realized that writing porn is a kind of addiction because one cannot simply write porn. A writer needs to think of the situation, position, conversation, action, and many other things. In the course of thinking this will make a writer think about sex all the time. This will definitely take their productivity out from their life. They will be always thinking about this. Writing requires a hell lot of time from their daily activity. I personally felt that I gave the least priority to real life thinking and writing porn. I forgot to progress in career, forgot to service vehicle on time. I thought writing is too injurious to personal and family well being. So I decided to step away from writing to get rid of the addiction. I managed to be away from writing for a long period. Now I feel a bit of thirst to write again. I want to cautiously balance and spent on writing. Hence decided to time-bound and write one decent story. One of the readers of my story is Pooja. We become close friends after a couple of conversation. She shared her personal sex experience with her younger brother-in-law (her hubby’s brother). Her experience and story had all the masala ingredients that qualify for a perfect erotic story. When I asked her about making her experience as a story, she gladly agreed to do with protecting her privacy enough. I finally penned down her experience as a wonderful story and presenting here in the format of Pooja telling the story. From my understanding, Pooja is very conservative, god fearing and conservative girl. Not a wild beast looking for sex. She had a strong compelling situation and rationale behind how such a girl changed like that. It was wonderful to hear and erotic as well. She will explain it in vivid details. This tale explains how such a morally good and god-fearing conservative and traditional girl’s (Pooja’s) bonding with her brother-in-law changed into love. What an emotional roller coaster she had gone through in this journey. How her interest progressed slowly from love to lust and made her determined strongly towards achieving her goal. How she achieved successfully got her desires full filled. Please take a minute of your time to ‘like’ this story. Link to ‘like’ appears at the bottom of the story and if you have time. Read Part 1 of the story before continuing Part 2 continued… After Vivek left went days were very normal, nothing very spicy or interesting happened between us. Both of our life went as normal. I just went to the office and come back in the evening. He started going to college and exploring Chennai. We met in the evening. He shared his experience of the day in college and city. As he was new to the city, he explored a lot in the city and shared his experience. We just sat in the living room on a sofa and would chitchat in the evening. Then we have dinner cooked by me or got from the hotel and we go to sleep in our respective rooms. Kishore helped me a lot in household work and he helped me during cooking in cutting vegetables, etc. He shared the major part of housecleaning work. I felt happy as I got a good companion for most of the things. He was of great support for me to go around the city for any work. I asked him to take me to temples during the weekend, as I am sincere in praying and have God faith. We occasionally go out to the restaurant during the weekend to dine. I felt Kishore as a good companion and support for me as I am lonely away from my hubby. As we both are alone, I got more opportunity to interact with him and speak to him on various topics and understand him better. Few months of togetherness at home and roaming out during the weekend brought us closer. I started observing him closely. Once I started observing him closely, I found a lot of interesting and high-quality characters in him. As I talked to him more and more, I admired his thoughts, philosophy and certain vision. I was very happy that he is keeping his commitments to Vivek and to me on his studies. He is excelling in education. He is very sincere and dedicated to what he does. Every morning without fail he religiously does exercise and gym at home. I could see him in a lot of sweat doing hard work. I admire his physique and body maintenance. When I noticed his room, he kept it very neat and organized, unlike a traditional bachelor room. He does not have any drinking or smoking habits. He is same like me in love and girlfriends principle. He does not have any girlfriends. When I casually asked him about girlfriends, he shrugged his shoulder and said that it is a waste of time. It is an unnecessary diversion from the focus on useful things in life. I laughed at him and said, “Hey don’t bluff da (raa -telugu, rey-Hindi), and you don’t need to worry in case if you have one. I won’t tell your parents and brother.” He promised that he does not have any. He does not have any idea of having any in the future as well. I was happy and admired all his qualities. In terms of our physical relationship, we were gentle and not physically too close. Kishore is too nice and gentle. He never takes any advantage of touching or unnecessarily getting closer to me. In our living room, we have two sofas placed in L format. Usually, I sit on the 3-seater sofa and he sits on the other two seater sofa. He never sits on my sofa touching me. Even in case if he sits, he sits at another end of the sofa. Similarly, he never comes inside my room. In case if he wants to reach out when I am in my room, he gently knocks the room. Then goes away from the door to the sofa where I need to come out to talk to him. We watch TV programs together in the living room. He gives importance to my preference for watching TV programs. If I just look at remote, he takes and hands it over to me. When we watch TV, if any romance scenes come up, he casually changes the topic and switches the channel considering that I will be uncomfortable. I found that he is a gem of the character and he respects girls a lot. Similarly, I am not too dramatic or cinematic sister in law. I don’t do things like chasing him with food in a spoon to feed him or dry his hair with a towel or allowing him to lie on my lap kind.  I ride with him on the bike and I casually hold his shoulder while riding. I do not mind brushing him with my body casually and accidentally during the ride. I am not so conscious about minor things because I do not feel him like a stranger. Another quality I observed with him is the way he takes care of me. Morning and evening, he calls me and checks if I reached office and if I started back from office. In the afternoon, he calls and checks if I had lunch. In case if I was busy with work and delaying going to lunch. He will call and shout at me to go and have lunch. Once one of my colleagues noticed such back-to-back affectionate calls and asked me whether it is my husband? I smiled at her said no that is my brother in law. I felt proud of his love and care for me. His love and care on me have melted me a lot and that made me give him priority over anything else. As evening approaches, I feel the urge to go home and spend quality time with him. I fell sick once and he took great care of me taking to the clinic and ensuring I take medicine on time. He took time off from college and took care of me until I recovered. From that instance, he was very cautious with my health. If I just sneeze, he will not leave me without taking me to the clinic for a check-up. I try to control sneeze to avoid his affectionate torture All these incidents and closeness and made me so craze on him. I tried to find every possible excuse to spend time with him. Even at this time, my mind was not completely sexually turned to him. I had a liking for his companionship and my heartfelt wish that I want to be close to him always. Usually, when I return from the office, we both used to cook. But nowadays mostly I like to spend time with him outside. Therefore, I skip cooking at home, and I force him to go to dine out. I dress well, take him to nice restaurants, and have dinner. I felt happy dining with him in a romantic restaurant arrangement. I enjoyed if someone looked at us thinking of us as lovers. I felt that Kishore has all the characteristic features that I would expect in my husband. I discouraged this thought, “Hey why you are comparing him to husband?” I consoled myself that this is not a wrong thought. In society, there are many girls who seek a future husband to have characters like her father, brother. Similarly, many boys say that they want his mother qualities with his future wife. I consoled myself that my thought of comparing Kishore’s qualities as of husband is not wrong. As my love for him has grown, I took every chance to do something good for him. I enjoyed shopping with him and buying him branded clothes. I made him dress in trial room and chose the best dresses for him. I took so much care of him and started spending lavishly on him. On multiple occasions, I bought him different, different gifts like. Few books related to Movies, exercise equipment, Protein shakes, and the latest model iPhone. Kishore scolded me every time when I got some expensive gift for him. He advised me to save it for my future. I simply ignore his request and play the deaf ear to his suggestions. In due course, unconsciously, without realization, I fell in love with him. I discovered this when I felt uncomfortable with his certain qualities that I admired in the past. I felt very disappointed and unhappy when he physically kept a distance from me. I loved and wished that he should sit next to me on the sofa and watch the movie. I cursed him why this idiot is maintaining distance. When I enjoyed watching a romantic song or scene with him on TV, he switched channels. I found this a bit frustrating. I wondered why he should not watch a romantic movie and a song with me. We both comment on the act in the movie scene. My heart felt that he got all the right to sit next to me, and put his hands casually on my shoulders and watch TV. Why even hands, if he wants he can sleep on my lap and watch TV. My mind started dreaming crazy expectations with him. Slowly my desire for his physical closeness exceeded day by day. I started expecting more from him. I felt like I need his hug and pampering me like a baby. I expected he should have hugged and shared his congrats when I told about my promotion in office. I longed for his hug on my birthday. Whereas he just gently wished me with flowers and a cake. As my desire and frustration started growing over lack of his physical closeness, Moral police Pooja inside me started questioning me. “Hey Pooja, what you are doing? Where your desires are heading? What is this? Why are you expecting this kind of relationship with him? Don’t you think this is too much? He is just your brother in law and you are a responsible married woman with your hubby abroad” Shocked by my moral voice I first time realized, “I think my desires are a bit out of normal.”  But the romantic Pooja did not want to give up her desires and started justifying her actions to Moral Pooja in a strong voice. “Hey look, I love Kishore so much. I am not exceeding any limits. I am not expecting sex with him or him to fuck me. All I am expecting is to be physically closer like hugging him. Kishore sleeping on my lap and putting hands on my shoulders. He feeds me with his hands.” “I consider this is within the socially acceptable limits of a very understanding lovely brother in law and sister in law. In the worst case, if we exceed slightly our limit and Kishore needs my physical love, who are you ask this? I will serve him what he wants. This is completely a private matter of a lovely SIL and BIL. Please do not poke your nose in it.” Though my romantic expectation of Kishore is high, I practically know that there is zero chance for this to happen. He is too gentle with me. There is no way he can come forward to the extent where I am expecting his love. Similarly, I am also not a type of girl where I can go so cheap to flirting or seducing him like B grade porn. Even if I decide to try anything wild, it may highly backfire on me. He is very concerned with my future. He will think that the root cause of all this problem is being together with me. He will not take a minute to go away from this home. That will be a great blow for me. Losing his relationship is the biggest disaster than my current love and lust for him. My unfortunate situation and the frustration of his distance from me has disturbed me a lot. I lost focus on my work. My mind always started to be in a dream with him. I started imagining that he is closer to me and started fantasizing him. I questioned myself, “Hey all these are related to infatuation? Or sexual attraction on the opposite sex as I am missing real sex with my hubby?” After thinking a lot and experimenting (masturbating) I felt that my desire for him did not come down. I felt that this is some special feeling I am having on Kishore. My desperate helpless situation killed me a lot. Lost focus on work. I made many silly mistakes in my office work. I was unable to focus clearly on anything. I got angry at silly things. One day I made a very simple and high visible mistake in office. One of my manager’s name is Ashish when I wrote an email to him copying 25 other members, I wrongly addressed him as ‘Kishore’ instead of Ashish. As my mind is always filled with Kishore. My mistake was visible to all 25 team members in the email thread. I felt very ashamed of my silly mistake. The manager didn’t take it seriously and casually asked me. I apologized for my mistake. By that mistake, most of the members came to know that Kishore was my brother in law. That was an embarrassing incident for me. That afternoon after I made that mistake, I was very upset with what happened. I felt guilty thinking what others would think about my relationship with Kishore as I used his name unconsciously in a wider email group. I felt morally isolated with this mistake as already moral Pooja was questioning me a lot these days. One other girl who was also one of the person in the email I sent came to me. She introduced with me as Ramya in a friendly way and consoled me in a positive way. Ramya said “Hey Pooja, please don’t feel bad about that silly mistake. This will happen sometimes. I know how much we girls love our brother in law. I am also like you. I love my brother in law so much. I am similar to you. My hubby is in Delhi. I am here with his parents and his brother. So I can very well understand the situation.” I felt too happy that she is talking in the language I like. It was consoling to hear a supporting voice quoting her as an example. That made me curious and pushed me for her friendship. We did chit-chat on different things. I was curious to hear more about her story and relationship with her brother in law. My mind was looking for support incidents that will embolden my view about sister in law – brother in law romantic relationship. Ramya and I become friends. One day casually she again opened up the topic about her relationship with her brother in law. She said, “Pooja, my brother in law is a kind of person I don’t know how to define. He is my total strength and at the same time, he is a lot of problem for me. He is my biggest headache.” She gave expression when she described it. I laughed become curious. I asked, “Haha, how come he is your strength and at the same time a problem as well?” She responded with a giggle and said “Come to my house one day, you will understand. Anyone coming to my home and see us for 20 minutes, will understand the problems I’m going through because of him.” “My husband is ‘uncle’ for me in a relationship. We know each other from childhood. His brother, my hubby and I are grown up together. Since childhood, we fight with each other. So there is no respect from this idiot as he knows me from childhood. I complain to him in a funny tone that I should have married someone else. I would have gained respect from a brother in law.” Her statement made me puzzled. It added a lot of curiosity to know more about her and her relationship with her brother in law. I started looking for a chance to visit her home sometime. I slowly recovered from the office mishap upset and my romantic hormones started to flow again. Again, my dream, fantasy, and desire continued on Kishore. I enjoyed evening chitchat in the living room on the sofa with Kishore. I never felt like going to my room to sleep. I chatted with him laughing, smiling, sharing the jokes, etc late at night. He used to remind me that it is getting late for the night. He advised me to go to bed for enough sleep so that I can go to the office fresh next day morning. I had to listen to him and half-heartedly went to bed each day waving bye. I kept expecting that he will come to my room and continue to chat sitting next to me on my bed, even though I know that it will not happen. One such night, after coming to bed after a long chat with him, just thinking of him I slept into a deep sleep. I slipped into an ever forgettable dream. In my dream, Kishore came to me spoke with me emotionally. I melted in his love and both of us are in tears of love. We slept on the bed and we passionately started exploring each other’s body. I don’t know when we both become nude. I don’t know when he spread his body on mine. He started fucking me wonderfully. I was in complete tears without the ability to withstand this pleasure. Suddenly I woke up from sleep with a heavy heart and realized it is a complete dream. I was highly disappointed that it was a dream. I scolded myself for coming out of it. Though it is a dream, I could find myself got moist and wet inside my love hole. My throat got dried and I felt like drinking water. I walked fast to the kitchen and took a cool water bottle from the fridge. I gulped like a person drinking water after several days of thirst in the desert. Water spilled on my neck and few chills drop on my boobs in the fast drinking. I had a mixed feeling of enjoyment and excitement in the dream. At the same time frustration and helplessness as it is not happening in the real situation. After drinking water, with weaker footsteps, I walked towards the hall. I noticed that Kishore has not slept yet. He was sipping a cup of hot milk and browsing body fitness and protein milkshake related web pages. There is a saying face is the index of the mind. His face is very clear without any confusions, guilty, frustration. Unlike me, as he is not going through any of the feelings I have on him. He looked at me with a smile, “What Anni? Not slept?” I casually replied, “No da, just came to drink water.” I was looking at him with lust. My mind’s voice started speaking to myself and to him. “Hey Kishore, what are you doing here, when I’m going thru all these hell of feelings on you?” “See the whole world is sleeping. Parents are 300 kilometers away, Vivek is 1000’s of km away. No one in this world is going to come and knock on our door. We are in complete 100% privacy. To make my dream to come real all we need is you, bedroom and me. I am ready like ripe fruit for a long time.” “My beauty, the well-preserved body is purely waiting exclusively for you. All we need is just a change in your mind. Behind your beautiful hairs and further behind your skull and further inside your brain cell you have registered image and respect on me as ‘Sister-in-law’.” “That needs to be flipped to romantic girl relationship. If that happens at this moment, just 10 feet away from us a sweet bedroom is waiting for us. We can just walk and run to our bedroom in just 8 seconds. If you give a further 8 seconds, I can rip off my shirt and night pant.” “I need another 5 more seconds to rip off my bra and panties, then I’m all yours. You can do whatever you want all night. No one is going to disturb us. If you want to extend in the morning, I’ll take my mobile and send a message to my office for leaves. I will continue to surrender my body to you to play as long as you want” My mind started blabbering in lust, emotion inside me. With a big breath, I stopped the thought wave. I realized I have just crossed the stage of just flirting and romance with him. I felt that I am completely ready for sex and beyond with Kishore. I felt no guilt as my burning desires has overcome those traditional feelings in me. Being frustrated and helpless with these wave of erotic thoughts, I prayed to god. “Oh God, you know how I’ve sincerely dedicated myself to you. I offer you my sincere prayers regularly and come to your temple.” “Please understand my situation and do your magic to make some spicy thing to happen between us. Why you are testing me a lot. You know the pain and the feeling I am undergoing. You know I cannot seduce him and gamble my life. I want his love and romance without compromising my current relationship and my command as a SIL to him.” “I want him to respect me a lot and also I want his physical intimacy with him. As far as my husband doesn’t know about it, this is not wrong. I am not like a whore willing to get fucked by everyone. Please excuse me that I am only allowing just one person Kishore other than my husband to explore me. I am not interested in anyone else. So God, please understand my fire and desire and please fulfill it.” As a stupid and ignorant girl, I added lots of condition and wishes to God. I realized in a few seconds and asked myself. “Hey, are you out of mind? Are you calling god to help an incest relationship? That too with too many weird conditions?” Romantic Pooja answered, “Hey nothing is wrong in love and war. Any girl will not just take a decision to hand over her body to a boy. If she does, it will be after many thoughts. If I am happy giving me to Kishore and if Kishore is happy to accept it, there is nothing to feel guilty. It is a private thing for both of us.” “Why see ‘sex’ between us as ‘sex’? It should be seen as exceeded love.” I justified my stand and continued my prayer “Oh god, please make this happen. I will come to your temple and break 100 coconuts.” I confidently believed that God will help me with this and went to bed, without knowing the fact that God has his own plan for me on this. Ok readers this is Varun. The story will be continued in Part 3. If you like this story please share your comments/feedback to [email protected]. Pooja is also willing to hear the feedback at her [email protected]. Between the wait time, you can read my other story ‘Neha’s Compromise To Recover Her Porn Addicted Brother’.