Innocent BIL And Husband – Part 3
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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. Please read the previous parts before continuing part 3. Days progressed as usual. One of our colleagues (girl) got her marriage fixed and she invited a few close friends to her marriage reception. Ramya and I were among them. We all girls planned to go to reception in a saree. Ramya asked me to come to her house and then we will go to the reception from there. I was happy with this arrangement, as I want to see his brother and their relationship. The day of the reception came, I got ready with my saree. I went to Ramya’s home following the direction and address given by her. I found her house. I opened the gate and went inside the house. As I approached the door, I could hear a loud laugh, shouting, pet fighting voice of Ramya and one other male voice. Instantly guessed that would be of her BIL. I was about the knock on the door and I found that the door was already wide opened. I got surprised by what I saw happening inside the house. It appears that Ramya and her brother in law were fighting for the TV remote. Ramya was wearing cotton tops and frock up to her knee. Ramya’s brother in law was holding the remote in his one hand raising it high. Ramya was hugging him tightly with one hand from behind where her boobs were crushing her BIL’s back. She was jumping to try to get hold of the remote in another hand. In this fight, both were at against each other in the laugh and scold. She finally managed to grab the remote from his hand successfully. Immediately her brother took the position of going behind of her. He tightly wrapped his one hand on her waist, and with another hand, he was trying to grab the remote from her. Ramya raised her hand to the highest possible level to avoid getting grabbed. Ramya’s BIL started jumping without releasing the hug to her waist. While he jumped her hug on waist slipped upwards and his hands wrapped her bottom part of boobs tightly. Ramya in her attempt to escape his tight clutch, bent down deeply with both hands extended away to avoid her brother reaching for the remote. Her brother was not ready to give up his clutch on her. He also started bending forward in the same motion. He completely rested his chest on her back without releasing his hand clutched her waist and boobs area. As both of them are in bend down position, it appeared like a perfect doggie pose. His cock area well locked with Ramya’s ass crack. His crush on her boobs was pushing the boobs and cleavage out of her top. Both were not ready to give up and they started moving forward and backward. It made me confuse whether they are fighting for remote or enjoying doggie style fuck over the cloth. It appeared so erotic to see. However, it is a BIL and SIL casually fighting for a TV remote. It clearly appears that they are least bothered about the physical intimacy and body contacts happening while they fight for the remote. I was so surprised, amused by their body language and chemistry. I just imagined how it will be if the same happens between me and Kishore. I couldn’t control my giggle as soon as I realized that when I look at remote Kishore grabs and gives it to me. He is not that romantic person to fight with me like this. Even if he fights, it will be very difficult to win from him with his athletic body. Meanwhile, Ramya noticed my presence. They both split apart casually without showing any rush or embarrassment. Ramya without any guilt or different feeling of me seeing her fight with her BIL welcomed me. She offered a seat on the sofa. I could not get rid of the visuals I seen last 5 minutes. She interrupted me and said, “Pooja, hope you identified who that donkey is right? He is my brother in law.” I smiled at her. I know that she is staying with her in-laws and started wondering where are they? Hearing my voice, an old mom just came into the hall from somewhere and welcomed me. Ramya introduced her as her mother in law. Her MIL greeted me and complained to me. “See dear, these kids grown up and still fighting like school kids. I’m fed up with these two monkeys. I don’t know when these monkeys will change.” Ramya laughed at her MIL’s comment and I too joined their laugh. Her MIL left us to chat and went inside. Ramya and I sat on the sofa opposite to each other and started chatting. She started sharing family pics etc. My mind was not focusing on the discussion. I was not paying attention to what she is telling. Rather I was visualizing their intimacy and my thoughts were around it. While we were discussing, Manoj just crossed us from inside. Ramya shouted at him “Hey pig, how many times I’ve told that don’t fight too hard? My shoulders are paining like hell.” He laughed and responded, “Root cause is you. You should have left remote with me without a fight.” She stopped arguing and just she just signaled him something and pointed her fingers on her shoulder. I was wondering what she is signaling for. Manoj walked to her, went to her back as she is sitting on the sofa. He gently started massaging her shoulder from behind. I realized that she signaled him for a massage for her shoulder pain. She gave some relax feeling on her face and she casually continued chatting with me on other topics. My goodness, what chemistry and understanding between them? I could not focus on what she is saying. It would be too bad to stare at the massage activity. So casually engaged with her in conversation and gave a discreet look on how/what he is massaging. He is not doing something explicit or bad. But gently he started pressing all over her shoulders and neck. She continued to chat with me and casually raised her one hand completely up. He started massaging the upper hand, and he snapped his five fingers with her five fingers and started massaging them. After that, he snapped each finger separately and they both repeated on the other hand. The way they both are doing this without any discussion looks like it is their routine. I was jealously watching her. Half an hour passed and I reminded her that we need to get ready for the reception. Ramya said “Ok Pooja, come to my room. I’ll show you the party dress (saree). I’ll get ready and we can leave.” She took me to her room and showed me the new saree and other fancy items that she got to wear for this reception. I just formally appreciated that all looks good. Just to give her privacy to wear her saree, I turned the other side and started browsing my mobile. She started wearing saree, skirt, etc. behind me. Finally, she hinted to me that she completed her dressing. I turned back to her and she looked gorgeous in her saree and I noticed that her blouse was not properly stitched. It appeared too tight for her. As her blouse is too tight, the major part of her boob was popping out at the cleavage area. I thought of pointing this out to her and felt that it may disappoint her. Therefore, I did hold back my thoughts to tell her. I formally appreciated that her dress looks good. She said to me looking her knees, “Pleat needs to adjusted/creased.” She just called, “Manoj, come here.” I understood that she is calling her brother in law. He opened the door, entered her room, and asked her, “What Anni?” She just pointed him to her knee. He kneels down on feet and started adjusted her saree pleats in order and creased them from top to bottom to form steps, step by layer. He raised hands without lifting his face. She handed over a pin to his hand. He pinned the pleats together. I wondered again at their casual body language communication without any words. Without spelling a word, he understood her need. Usually, I have heard husbands doing saree pleat adjustment for the wife. But I am seeing the first-time brother in law doing this to SIL. It was so romantic to watch. He completed the pleat and stood up. He looked at her dress, he started looking at her blouse at the shoulder, and his face changed. He casually asked her to turn and show her side pose. She turned and posed her left side to him, where her hip and boobs are visible at a side angle. I wondered how casually and indirectly he is asking her to show her boobs. He looked deep on hip and blouse and complained her straight. “Anni, blouse doesn’t fit well for you. It is too tight and it appears exposing.” I was stunned at them as for how closely he looks at her boobs and directly commenting it as tight and exposing. She got terribly angry with him and said, “Hey pig, this is all because of you. You ruined my wonderful blouse. You should have controlled yourself.” I shocked to hear Ramya’s statement and started wondering what they are talking. How he ruined her blouse? My imagination went wild and trying to figure out how what he had not controlled. In anger, she kicked him out of the room. He smiled and went saying “No, that is not my mistake. It is the tailor’s mistake.” I wondered and asked, “Ramya, what is going on? Couldn’t understand what you people are talking.” Ramya said, “Pooja, I bought this saree and blouse after roaming multiple shops. But the bad thing I did was that I went to the tailor’s shop with this idiot. The tailor is a very nice gentleman and he is famous for his very good stitching. All ladies and girls in our area go to this tailor as he behaves gentle and does his work perfectly.” “Usually, he only takes the measurement and stitches the blouses, churidars, etc. Nobody bothers about that, as he is a very nice gentleman. I went to the tailor’s shop to give my blouse for stitching. The tailor took a measuring tape and came near me.” “This idiot (Manoj) just rudely asked tailor, ‘Hello, don’t you have any ladies to take the measurement?’ Tailor got pissed off when my BIL asked this. Tailor asked me pointing to Manoj, ‘Who is he?’ as tailor knows me already. I embarrassingly responded, ‘He is my BIL.’ Tailor become bit rude as his gentleness being questioned.” “He responded to my brother, ‘Hello, here I’m the only person who takes measurement and stitches dress. Your SIL and all the ladies know about this. I’m not running a tailor shop for the sake of cheap pleasure in taking ladies measurement. If you are concerned, give me a measurement blouse or you yourself take the measurement and give it to me.’” Ramya continued: “I was embarrassed between this guy and the tailor. I kept silent in their conversation. This idiot without apologizing to him, as if he is like a savior took the measurement tape and with the instruction of tailor and started taking my blouse measurements.” I admired. Wow, what? Ramya’s brother in law taking blouse measurement for her? Amusing and I continued listening, “Then Ramya?” Ramya continued, “Yes Pooja, that time itself I almost judged. He is going to screw the measurement. As I thought it happened. He tightly measured my body by pressing the tape too much. Finally, his measurement resulted in this unfit blouse…” She ended in a sad note. I started heading home walking after the marriage event. I could not come out of the scenes I saw in Ramya’s home. I started feeling that I’m unlucky to get that kind of fun with Kishore. I felt a bit depressed as nothing is happening in my favor. I started praying to god, “Hey God, why you are teasing such a sincere devotee, I have requested you long back to do some miracle to get us romantically united. But you haven’t listened to it. You have massive power to make a miracle. Please don’t put me under any further distress” I reached home and a couple of days passed without any significant improvement in the situation. I know it is impractical for something to happen between us considering the gentleness and goodness from both of us. I cannot initiate anything. I don’t see even a sign of attraction on me from him. The only miracle should happen to make something happen between us. In all those days I regularly made a call to my husband and talked to him asking about his health etc. I really wondered how I have changed. I have not shown such sexual interest in anyone even when I was not married. But all of sudden I don’t know why I am having so much craze on this Kishore. I really want to check if my feeling is temporary because of the reason that I am missing sex. I want to see if my interest in Kishore vanishes once after having sex with hubby when he is back during his vacation. I become anxious to test myself to think about Kishore after sex with my hubby to check if my craze on his vanishes or not. Let me wait for my hubby to return next week. I started waiting. Ok readers this is Varun. The story will be continued in Part 4. 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]. In the meantime, you can read all my other stories published on ISS.