My Hot Bhabhi
Incest
Submit Report Hi friends, my name is Rajat from Karnataka and you all can contact me at [email protected] . Don’t go by my email I am a pure breed of desi munda. Let me tell you about my bhabhi, she is not fair but wheatish with a flawless skin. Her lips, her grace and the way she talks would make me always to talk her. I never had sexual feelings for her but since I don’t have any sisters and being from a mech engineering background, I always used to spend more time with her. But I used to limit myself as she was new in my home. Things were smooth till her first baby but started getting bad as it was a female child. My brother loved the girl child but he actually wanted a boy child which I felt was an injustice and it was also not in my bhabhi’s hand to decide the gender. Day by day things were getting worse for her as he was always taunting and finding fault in her daily chores. My dad had no say in it as she was ailing and my brother looked after everybody. My mom was moody as never takes sides and kept mum for what my brother tells, obliging to him. I was in my early of bachelor’s. I used to get angry at him but couldn’t tell anything. During her second pregnancy, her child had not grown properly and so it was aborted. This took his abuse to the next level and heavy drinking. I was feeling bad about it day by day. So I started supporting her more gradually. I was not even aware of their problem as it used to be only in between the four walls of her room. I was fed up of him but couldn’t ask her what the problem was due to my mother’s presence. One day I took her to the bank for some work. Since it was over soon, I drove her to some far place and asked her for the reason. She was ignoring my question but I was stubborn. So I asked her if it was about sex. I assured her it’s ok to tell me even if it’s about sex. I caught her face and made her look into me. I held one hand and made her reveal everything. I never talked in between and always looked her eyes to make her reveal more. After that, I consoled her and hugged her in the car itself. I started helping her in everything and I started loving my niece more. I used to comment in front of everybody the blessing of having a girl child like I was playing with my niece and not directly referring to anybody. I would also tell my bhabhi to give second child also a girl child, deliberately making my words to reach my brother’s ears. When he used to shout bhabhi for lame reasons, I used to shout at him and make him feel it was not her fault.Whenever we get time to talk to her personally during my mom’s absence, I would console her and our chemistry grew as never before. Touch on her shoulders, face, and hugging were now common. She was pregnant again but still, his abuse didn’t stop. I would kiss her forehead and hug her sometimes. The hug would last for more time now, for nearly a minute or two. She had more trust on me as I was always there for her support even when my mother wouldn’t support her. Things changed when she had a male child. All were happy and even the relatives were speaking with the same tone as my brother, having likings for the male child more than female. I would signal her to not speak anything as I didn’t want her to be in their bad books. And I would get angry at them and ask them when will you all get matured, in which century were they all living. They would keep silence and not utter anything. My brother was also happy and I was also happy that he would stop abusing her. After 2 days, my mom went with brother and told she would be sending my bhabhi’s mother to the hospital to look after her. I was alone with bhabhi for that one hour and the nurse told us she would be discharged soon. Bhabhi called my brother from my mobile and I went to talk to the doctor. I had a blue film video in my school WhatsApp group. My bhabhi opened it and asked me about it when I came back and said, “Ganda ladka. Kyu dekhte yaar ye sab?” I said, “Jab bhook lagti hain, joh cheez available hain easily usse hi bhook mitanyenge na bhabhi.” She was shocked by my statement and we started double meaning talks later. After some five months, when she was lactating her baby in her room, I went without knocking and saw her boob.My mom was not in the home and she was ok with that sight.So she boldly continued lactating her child in front of me when nobody was there. But she was careful in other’s presence. We started to talk openly and asked many secret things. She would answer calmly everything as if when her husband ask her. I would ask her to remove bra at home, but she would tell that she is afraid if milk flowing out and so she wears bra all the time. All my conversations were turning out to be related to sex. One Saturday, my mom had gone to family temple. And my dad had recovered his health and had gone to his favorite adda as he was in the finance business. I locked the main door and hugged my bhabhi from behind. She was cooking something and was least worried about my hug. I was excited by her tantalizing smell from hair. I caught her earlobe with my lips, she hissed suddenly. I rubbed her ears against my lips and she said, “Donkey”. But she never showed a sign of stopping my act. But I behaved normally as I was not sure if I should continue. The water had become too hot and she told she would take bath now and asked me to look after the child in her room. She took all her clothes and was going towards her bathroom. I told her to keep her saree in the room and wear it in the room only as it would get wet in the bathroom. I also said there is nobody in the house except me. She took everything and went with a smile. In the meantime, I was thinking whether it was right or wrong. I felt it was ok as I would feel this relationship is made by human and there is no husband-wife or any other relation.