After The Dance – Bhabhi And Devar – Part l

After the dance

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.

This time i was furious

“What is this”? I said in a low but stern voice.

“What?” he replied nonchalantly?

“Why are you like this?”

“Oh…Bhabhi it’s too hot and i am totally comfortable being naked in front of you. You are no stranger, you are my bhabhi. I don’t feel ashamed being naked in front of you. I hope you don’t mind.”

‘Is he crazy’ i asked myself.

“No….Yeah…umm” i spoke in a broken tone and decided to ignore him.

Now i came to the main agenda.

“What were you doing last night?”

“What” he tried to appear innocent but his eyes betrayed him

“Do not try to be so innocent. You were grabbing my butt, i mean my hips last night while dancing” i noticed his penis move. “You molested me. Do you know what will happen to you if i tell all these to Arun?”

Suddenly his expression changed, it was obvious that he was afraid.

“i am sorry bhabhi. It was actually…..I mean you were looking so beautiful yesterday that i could not control my feelings. Please don’t tell bhaiya anything about it. He will kill me. I will be thrown out of the house. Please bhabhi…please….”his eyes got moist.

“I will see to that, but why do you have such feelings for me? I am your bhabhi. I am married to your brother.”

“I don’t know, maybe because i don’t have any gfs”

For the first time i felt bad for him. I was also softened by his apology and also liked his honesty. My anger quelled a bit.

We both sipped our cups simultaneously and there was chilling silence for a moment. I also noticed his manhood swelling up slowly and it was almost half erected, but he made no attempts to hide it. Then something struck me.

“From when do you have such feelings for me?” i questioned breaking the silent atmosphere.

“I don’t know”

” you know everything. Tell the truth or i will tell everything to Arun.”

” you will be angry.”

” no, if you tell the truth i promise i won’t be angry.”

” it is from the time i first saw you naked.”

” What!! Where….I mean when did you see me naked??” i was shaken from my beneath.

” i am sorry but i see you every day while you are bathing.”

” Whaaatttt!! Are you crazy???”

” no i am not. You are so beautiful, i am sorry. You promised not to be angry if i tell the truth, i did, please don’t be angry and don’t tell bhahiya. I am sorry.”

Whenever someone says sorry my heart melts. I noticed his dick was fully erect now, veins appearing, the skin too had gone down and the cock head was pointed at me. He was however unaffected by this.

“And when was the first time you saw me nude?”

Last year, October.

OMG! This guy has been watching me in my bathroom for over an year where i am completely naked, this means he has seen me doing all sorts of things from pissing, shaving and even masturbating which i do on an average thrice a week, all credits to Arun for fucking me only once a week and that too regularly on Saturday because Sunday is a holiday.

Still i felt pity for the guy who does not have any female friends in his life. I did not feel that bad as i was in the beginning rather i felt some sort of happiness in being able to calming his hormones to some extent.

“Please don’t tell anything to bhaihya, he will kill me” he drove me out of my thought.

I paused for a moment. Then i helped myself a smile

“I won’t, but is this what you have learnt? To see your bhabhi while she is naked.”

“No but you drive me crazy.”

My smile got broader. I lifted my ass off the chair caressed his head, he was looking down, i smiled yet broader and left the room.