After The Dance – Bhabhi And Devar – Part l
Incest
Submit Report Chapter 1 I am Neha married to Arun for 2 years. Arun’s brother (my devar) and i live in Noida. It was the Christmas party and the clock was striking 9 pm. everyone was dancing, drinking, eating, enjoying themselves but Arun had a few extra pegs and now he was out of this world, he was just sitting on the couch. I also had nothing to do so was sitting with him only. I was dressed in a black sari, a really low waist sari. The sari started from the line where my hips start. Along with it i was wearing a red sleeveless blouse which perfectly covered my twin assets which it is supposed to. The blouse had a narrow strap on the back. A lot of people complemented me i was looking beautiful, gorgeous, sexy…blah blah. They don’t need to say these i know i am beautiful. To tell about myself, i am a common beautiful Indian girl; though people say i am sexy i don’t consider myself to be so. As i was sipping my coke, my Anil, my devar came up to me and putting his hand forward asked-“can i dance with you?” i was shocked by his audacity and stared at him for a moment. I turned to ask Arun for permission, but he dozed off. I exhaled and nodded my head. “Yes sure.” We hit the dance floor. It was some Hindi track and Arun and i danced to it like others did. I was just shaking my legs and raising my hands now and then. Since today there was a party, i shaved my underarm with veet in the morning. Anil was also matching steps with me, though one or two times i felt uncomfortable when he touched my waist or my back, still i did not say anything. A slow English track followed and everyone got closer to their partners and the guys had their hands on their female partner’s waist and the girls put up their arms on the partner’s shoulder. So did us. A few moments later i felt Anil’s palms were on my buttocks. The music was going slow and keeping in tune he caressed my butt. I was shocked. I looked at him but he was looking downwards so couldn’t make an eye contact. He kept on moving his hands on my rump while i kept my hands on my shoulders. I was so shocked that words did not come out of my mouth. After a while i reassured myself by saying, he might be in the mood of dancing and did not quite realize where his hands were. He probably had taken his bhabhi’s hips as her waist. Then the dj played Shakira’s hips doesn’t lie. Every girl on the floor started shaking their booty. But i was standstill. He suddenly removed his hands and said-“can’t you shake it?” it was another shock. How ridiculous!! “No…err” i replied “Come on” After much reluctance and persuasion i agreed to dance to the tune of Shakira. I turned my back towards him and started shaking my lower bottom, first slowly then aggressively. Anil stood behind me looking at me. After 3 minutes the music changed and i stopped and turned around. He was smiling. He came a step forward and lightly slapped my right butt cheek and said-“you really dance well.” i was again embarrassed but i took it sportively and placing my strand behind my ear i timidly said “thank you” looking downwards. Moments later it was again slow music and we again started to dance closely. He again started to move his hands over my buttocks, but this time it was more aggressive. He not only caressed but was grabbing my ass. Yes. He was groping my ass in all his senses. I realized it was not dancing; he was molesting me in all his senses. I looked at him with big eyes but he was looking downwards. I was in a state of such shock and shame that i was caught dumb. He on the other hand was continuing his massage on my 38 inch bum. I was burning with anger, he crossed all boundaries. I decided to tell him….. “Whatttt……” In the meantime Arun came and said it’s already 11 pm and we should leave. Before i could say anything Anil responded positively and freed me of the torture. Next morning: I decided to take up the matter with Anil next morning. It was 10. Am in the morning and Arun has left for office half an hour ago. I was eagerly waiting for Anil to wake up. I was very angry. I hardly slept last night, all the time i was feeling his hands on my ass. Since Anil was still sleeping i decided to sweep the rooms in the meantime. After completing 3 rooms i moved to Anil’s room. ‘Should i wake him up?’ i asked myself. As i entered his room the world started shaking, i felt as if the ground underneath me has just vanished. I had never imagined in my wildest of dreams what i was witnessing. There was my devar lying on his bed completely naked. My jaw dropped and my heart started beating faster. For a while i was petrified, i stood there looking at him….His naked body, his chest, his semi erect penis…ooohhh…I cannot write what it was like. I contemplated of leaving the room. I know he watches a lot of porn and he might be doing the same thing last night and had fallen asleep forgetting to pull up his pyjamas that was lying betrayed on the floor. On second thought i conceived of embarrassing him just like he did to me last night. I entered his room, opened the windows and started sweeping the floor, all the while looking at him. All thoughts of fighting vanished. He then woke up. I was looking at him, he too looked at me. “Good morning bhabhi” he said yawning I was dumbfounded “I….Umm…” words did not come out of my mouth. “I need to talk to you. Go brush your teeth and i will make tea for you, come to the drawing room” saying that i left the room I was seated at the dining table with two cups of tea, waiting for him. I prepared myself for the war of words. Minutes later he came, i was again shocked. He was still naked. Was he doing this on purpose? He came to the table, sat down and started sipping tea. I was for a moment checking his ass as he landed it on the soft sponge of the chair.