Quarantined with Manisha Bhabhi
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Hello My Dear Readers…
This is the second story from me having the Lock-Down and Quarantine Period as a part of the premise.
We have all been affected by the unfortunate set of events, and we have all grown tired of staying home, isolated.
But, there are a lucky few who consider this period as a blessing.
This series focusses on 21 year old Kapil, who easily had his way with his elder brother’s wife, thanks to the Lock-Down.
The story is set in India, and is narrated by Kapil, himself.
“What happened, Bhabhi?! Why are you crying like this??” I asked my sister-in-law, Manisha, seeing her sob vehemently.
I was sleeping, and I had just woken up hearing her scream & shout.
“Kamlesh is stranded in Delhi… I told him so many times not to go… He is stuck there… I am so worried about him, Kapil… I don’t think I will ever see him, again.” she said, crying, losing her breath as she explained the developments to me.
It had only been a few minutes since the Central Government had announced the lock-down, keeping in mind the very serious threat posed by the Virus.
I had been following the news, and I was aware of the outbreak. But, I never thought it was something we had to worry about. I never thought it had the power to spread across the globe.
And, it was only once Manisha Bhabhi briefed me regarding the sudden hike in the number of positive cases, I understood the gravity of the matter.
The only way the Government could bring the situation under control was by making sure the citizens continued to remain wherever they were.
And, like the millions around the world, my elder brother, Kamlesh, too, was grounded and helpless.
I called my parents, immediately. They had gone to visit my sister, who lived in the neighboring district, with her husband’s family.
“We are fine here, Kapil. But, I don’t think we can come back home now. All the roads have been blocked.” my mom said, as soon as she answered the call.
“Stay home… Okay, Kapil?? Be a good boy, and take care of Manisha… Kamlesh had just called telling me that she is dejected… Your brother is more worried about his wife, than his own safety… Try to console her, okay?! Tell her this is nothing to worry about…” my mother added.
“Mom… Is Kamlesh okay??” I asked, concerned.
“He is… Don’t worry about him. He is big enough… He is already trying to get in touch with one of his friends there.” my mom, too, was very bothered about this, but tried her best to sound composed.
Manisha Bhabhi was wearing a red colored cotton kurti, she often wore at home, along with her black leggings, that day.
She was a very pretty woman, in her mid 20’s, but right then looked devastated.
She was sitting on the floor, with her head leaning against the wall, and tears rolling down her eyes.
It was a very sad sight, to see the usually charming lass heartbroken.
I knew I had to do something about it. I knew I had to calm her down.
I was the only male at home. In-fact, I was the only other person at home.
I could hear her phone ring, but she was in no mood to answer. She appeared lost. I had to do something!!
Truth be told, I was still a very young boy… A little too pampered… And, had never been required to take up a responsibility of this magnitude. I was just not ready to handle a task like this.
However, this was no time to be a baby. I had to assert authority over the sitch.
Taking a deep breath, I walked towards my loving sister-in-law, hoping I can help her relax, and convince her to believe everything will be fine.
I was now only a couple of feet pendik escort away from her, and was just about to start talking, when I noticed the unbelievable amount of her milky breasts that was on display.
I was stunned to know that the low light in the room, had kept the very obvious fact hidden all this while.
Manisha Bhabhi’s dress was completely disarranged, after all her swift actions & anxious movements. And, worse, she was clueless about it, even as she continued to weep.
She had never spent a day away from her husband, after their marriage. This was the first time, my brother could not take his wife along.
It was a sudden trip, and also one with a hectic schedule. She was reluctant to let him go, at first, but then agreed. And, the worst possible happened!!
My doting sister-in-law was in a depressed state, but had no idea about how her clothes were letting her down.
She was in no mood to care either. She was scared for her husband. She was too naive a woman, despite being married for close to 4 years.
But, for somebody who had always taken the extra effort to cover herself, the realization that a large part of her gorgeous rack was left exposed, would have certainly turned out to be a shocker.
I really hoped she does not sense this awkard blunder, with me being so close to her. I really wanted to avoid giving her that
Yet, I also found myself not able to stop looking at her.
Manisha Bhabhi was very fair, and also kept herself very fit. Her dressing too was always very sensible, and never faced criticism.
It very much surprised me that she had such big busty boobs. This was of-course, the first time I had seen her in a vulnerable position, but her deep voluptuous cleavage just blew me away.
The thin straps of her black bra, only made her look even more enticing.
My elder brother’s wife did not have an overly plump or bulky figure, and her bust would have been sized 34, at the most.
But, they were definitely E-Cups. They were definitely the biggest I had seen my whole life.
At 21, I have had my share of fun. I have been getting laid with my girlfriend, on a consistent basis, and I have been doing her a lot of good.
My 6 inch penis was not the biggest around, but always got the job done, and I was happy with my sex life.
Still, getting turned on from the most unexpected exposure by my own brother’s wife felt exceptionally special.
I was very aroused, and very hard, and I did not remember being so stiff & erect, anytime lately.
I was ogling at her tits, while she stayed idle, as if she was waiting for me to find complete gratification with the very sensual view she was offering me.
I, myself, felt stuck, with everything happening around. Until, I was brought back to my senses by my mother’s phone call.
“Listen, Kapil… Now… Don’t panic… The lock-down period has been announced. It is 3 full weeks!! There is no way we can come home anytime soon. And, it is the same about your brother, too. Convince your Bhabhi. Okay?! Please!! Only you can make this alright…” my mom stressed.
The devil in my mind did immediately manage to tell me how wonderful a time I was going to have with my innocent sister-in-law, who looked nothing less than a damsel in distress, for the next 21 days.
But, the responsible brother-in-law in me, was not just ready to fall for it.
I felt like I was the Man Of The House. I felt I had to be at my best.
And, I told myself this was not the time for lustful desires.
Though my penis projected out of tight boxers, way too much, I was adamant I had to start a positive conversation, maltepe escort with her, that instant.
Manisha Bhabhi & I were always good friends, and she used to take care of me just like my mother did.
She served me food, cleaned my room, even washed my clothes, and was there for me whenever I needed.
She was a girl of today, but also had rich traditional values. This was my turn to repay her kindness!!
I went close to her, bent down, and tried talking her out of her current disturbed frame of mind, also trying my best to keep my eyes off her chest.
But each time I completed a sentence, she would only cry even more. I just did not know how to make her feel any better.
Ultimately, I decided I should make her get up from the floor, and have her seated on the sofa.
I requested her to do the same, but, she was not ready to even listen to me.
When none of my attempts worked, I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to use my strength.
I grabbed her by her arms, and tried to force her up. She was heavier than I thought, and it wasn’t easy.
Finally, when I managed to pull her up, using all the muscle in my body, I had no control over my own body.
I was unbalanced, and in the process ended up falling with my back hitting the floor.
And, the very next second, I felt Manisha Bhabhi also collapse on me!!
It was a hard fall, and it hurt a lot. Also, the entire weight of her body was on me.
But, I was in no position to feel any of it… Because, more important details had caught my attention.
My brother’s wife was on top of me, and all I could focus on was the fact that her huge melons were being groped by me.
My hands had gleefully caught each of her tits, in reflex, when she came crashing down on me.
Manisha Bhabhi gasped, and she was startled.
I was not mauling her, but I could not ignore the hard truth that I noticed her hard nipples poke on my palm.
“MMMMMMM…” she moaned, as she looked at me, biting her lips, unintentionally, and still laying on top of me.
“I am so sorry…” I wanted to say, but no sound would come out from my mouth.
I desperately tried taking my hands away, but with the whole of her body on me, I only ended up squeezing her jugs more, causing them to pop out.
The fleshy boobies of my sister-in-law, were just a few inches away from my face, now!!
“AAHHH… You are hurting me…” she said, in her soft voice, but never suggesting I should stop.
I knew I had to end this, and I somehow managed to take my hands out.
But, now, I had her bust directly pressed against my own chest.
I could feel her milk tankers on my warm body…
But, more importantly, my hard prick, that pushed against her all this while, felt even more inside her.
It was the strangest scenario I had ever got myself into… It really felt weird…
But, I could also not stop thinking of it as the hottest moment of my life, so far.
I saw her stare straight into my eyes, and I could not escape her glare.
“I am sorry, Manisha Bhabhi… I was only trying to console you… I am so…” was all I could say, as I watched her get up, at-last, with her left hand covering her disclosed hooters.
She adjusted her dress, the way it was meant to keep her hot body shielded, the very next second, and gave me a sly smile that totally left me bemused.
I just did not understand what she meant to convey.
My elder brother’s wife had felt my dick, on her… That was a sure thing… She would have also noticed the hardness of it…
But, what was it that her sultry face tried to suggest?!
“What does she kartal escort really want?? She was wrecked all this while… And out of everything I tried doing, was it the unintentional yet indecent show of physical affection that brought a smile on her face?!” I wondered, confused.
I got myself up from the floor, and looked down at my crotch, as soon as I was back on my feet.
I was still having a raging hard-on…
“She would had definitely felt my boner!! There was no way she would have missed it!!” I asserted.
“Now… Was she trying to tell you that she liked the feel of it?! Do you think she wants more of it?!” I was asking myself, hesitantly, when I heard Manisha Bhabhi’s voice.
“Yes, Kamlesh… No… I am fine. It is okay… I did not see your call. I was just lost in thoughts. You please stay safe… Okay… Call me when you reach there… Yes, he is here… Kapil is home… What?! Yeah??!! No.. No… I think that is a good idea… And, yes, that is just what we will do!! You don’t worry about it.” I listened to her conversation with my brother, even as I continued to assess the entire state of affairs.
“It was your Brother…” Manisha Bhabhi said, in her usual sweet voice, but, with a teasing smile.
“I hope he is fine, Bhabhi.” I quickly replied.
I was happy that she was not angry at me, and still talking to me, and also grateful to her for not sharing anything about our little ‘misadventure’, with my brother.
“Yes, My Dear Boy!! Kamlesh is fine… But, he has asked you for a big favor. He wants you to do something for him…” she said, sounding unusually excited.
“What is it, Bhabhi?? I will get it done straightaway…” I said.
“No… No… You don’t have to rush, Kapil. It’s nothing to be done right away… Unless you really want to… Haha… I mean… You have time till the night.” she said, teasing me even more.
“What is it??” I asked a little more sternly…
“Well…He wants you to..” she left the sentence incomplete..
“Wants me to…” I prompted…
“Hahaha…” she just laughed.
“Tell me… Please!!” I almost demanded.
“Well… Kamlesh, your elder brother, wants you to…Sleep with me!!” she said, shaking me.
“What?!” I could not believe what I just heard.
“Why are you acting so strange?? He just said he wants you to share the bed with me, tonight.” she replied, with no change in tone.
“What on earth??” I sounded very unsure…
“Hahaha… He asked me to have you sleep in my room!!” she finally clarified.
“But, why??” I still did not think even that was necessary.
“Haha… I don’t know… That is what your Big Brother wants you to do… And, he is in no position to explain everything… And, so, I did not ask him why… And, maybe, you too should not. So, no more questions, please… You are sleeping with me tonight!!” she declared, with delight clear on her face.
I trusted this was a harmless idea suggested by my brother. And only because he did not want his lonely broken wife to be alone.
But, the way my sister-in-law presented it to me, made it sound extremely twisted.
She made it look like I was asked to not just be present in my elder brother’s room… She made it look like I was asked to not just share my elder brother’s half-empty bed… She made it look like I was asked to not just sleep with my elder brother’s vulnerable wife…
She made it look like her husband wanted his own brother to fill his wife…
Half of my young oscillating mind believed Manisha Bhabhi meant nothing evil. There was no way she would desire anything forbidden, I was repeatedly told, reminding me of all the times she used to mess with me, for fun.
But, the other half was adamant Manisha Bhabhi was begging me to take her. All I could hear it say was that tonight was going to be only the first of the many sin-filled luscious nights to follow.
To Be Continued…
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