A Forbidden Desire

This story happened when I was seventeen or eighteen years old. I had an older brother who was married for two years at that time. He worked in a comedy club. My parents were usually out visiting temples and shrines, leaving me to my own devices. I was studying in college.

I loved my sister-in-law very much; she felt like my best friend. She was the only person I could confide in about the dramas of college life. She was incredibly beautiful: long, dark hair, a face that always seemed to be smiling, pearly white teeth, rosy cheeks, and a well-proportioned figure. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist curved gracefully, and her hips swayed with every movement. I could go on describing her forever. Whenever we talked, my eyes would involuntarily drift towards her chest before quickly looking away.

My brother had to go to Bombay for work for a week. Before leaving, he gave me three instructions: 1) study for my exams, 2) not to hang out with friends late at night, and 3) help my sister-in-law around the house. We saw him off at the station. My parents were away, so my sister-in-law was taking care of everything. She seemed very happy about having me around. She asked me to study in her room and sleep there until my brother returned. So I moved all my books and belongings into her room.

That evening, she cooked dinner for us. After we ate, she went to bed. I went to my study table.

It was a pleasant night, so I took off my shirt and pants and sat on the chair, ready to study. There was a large mirror on the wall in front of my table. It reflected my sister-in-law changing clothes. She turned around once, catching me looking, then quickly turned back and started removing her blouse. Her well-defined waist was visible between her jacket and skirt. As she slowly unbuttoned her jacket, I saw her bra for the first time. Although I couldn’t see her front fully, I could guess her size. Her bra fit perfectly, revealing that she had a good figure.

She put on a thin nightgown and got into bed, covering herself with a blanket. I tried to focus on my book, but it was impossible. The image of my sister-in-law in her bra kept flashing before my eyes. I pretended to study while letting my imagination run wild.

It was around midnight. I felt sleepy and switched off the table lamp. “Vijay, have you finished studying?” asked my sister-in-law. (She had been awake all this time!) “Hmm, yes, sister,” I mumbled, closing my eyes and going to bed. (My bed was also in her room).

I lay under the blanket, trying to sleep. But thoughts of my sister-in-law kept intruding into my mind. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was my brother’s wife. “Vijay, what are you doing?” she asked softly.

Shame and embarrassment washed over me. I thought she was asleep! Now I was caught red-handed. “Come sleep with me in the bed,” she said.

I pretended to resist at first, but then decided to go along with it. She pulled the blanket up to her chest and switched on the bedside lamp. The soft light illuminated her breasts, which seemed to be beckoning me. She took my hand and placed it on her nightgown, gently pressing her breast against it. I was stunned; I couldn’t believe what was happening.

I remained silent, neither speaking nor resisting. “Vijay, are you okay? Don’t be shy,” she said. “Do you want me to turn off the light?”

“Hmm,” I mumbled. She smiled and switched off the lamp…