Quarantined With Manisha Bhabhi – Part 3

Hello, My Dear Readers. Thank you so much for all the positive reviews of the first two parts. I was taking a small break from writing, and have been trying to publish my pending works.

I believe I have come back with a decent episode. This may not be a very progressive story, but I have tried my best to carry the emotions of the characters forward.

This is also a very small part, and I hope you all like it. I did not want to stray writing a story too long, and please forgive me if you feel let down. The intention was always to write an engaging story.

As it is an immediate continuation, reading the earlier episodes may make this more enjoyable.

Happy Reading!

“Yes, Kamlesh. Everything is fine. He is still sleeping. Haha! Yes. I slept very well.” I could hear Manisha Bhabhi talk over the phone.

It was 11:45 AM, and I had just woken up, after hearing the sound of her phone ring, feeling very heavy.

“Take good care. Okay?! Stay indoors, Kamlesh. Please.” my sister-in-law continued talking to my stranded brother.

I was still feeling the after-effects of last night’s extremely raunchy events. I just could not accept the fact that I had my brother’s wife rubbing her booty against my manhood.

“Oh, come on. I miss you. You have no idea, Kamlesh,” Manisha Bhabhi said, in an assuring tone.

I was relieved I did not have to wake up to another improper sight of my elder brother’s wife and was elated she had her husband to deal with.

“And, No! I am not angry at you for staying at Sonam’s place. We talked about this yesterday. I hate her. But, there is nothing much we can do now. I fully trust you, Kamlesh,” she added, before cutting the call.

I was only coming back to my senses, and it was no surprise that the first thing I did was check out my member. I was sure I had leaked and was seriously asking myself if I had a wet dream.

But being fully aware of the sensual event, I should have simply just confirmed if my aroused bhabhi had driven me to an orgasm. The truth was that I had fallen asleep, almost unconscious, after the heated moments. And the wetness in my boxers, made me wonder if she twerked her way to pleasure.

It would have definitely been too much for me, and there was no way I would have survived the pressure.

“When did you wake up? I thought you were going to rest the whole day!” Manisha Bhabhi said, walking into the room, just about when I started hoping I turned invisible to her.

Kapil: Oh. Hi, I mean, Good Morning, Bhabhi.

Manisha: Yes. Very Good Morning, Kapil. Sorry I wasn’t here when you opened your eyes. Hahaha. I was talking to Kamlesh.

Kapil: I could guess that. How is he? I hope he is fine there.

Manisha: He is perfectly alright. I don’t think we need to worry about him. He is in the comforts of his ex-girlfriend’s luxurious apartment. Haha!

Kapil: Err…

Manisha: Yeah. So, you tell me. How are you feeling?!

My elder sister-in-law did sound a little bothered, initially, about the fact that my brother had found shelter in his former lover’s house in Delhi. But soon talked with a sly teasing smile, greatly reminding me of our encounter. Or, rather, encounters.

Manisha: Guess you haven’t noticed it yet!

Kapil: Huh?! What, Bhabhi??

Manisha: The food! Your breakfast is on the bed, Kapil. I have made you your favorite – egg Sandwich. I hope you like it.

Kapil: Bhabhi Ji. There really was no need for that. I feel bad for making you do all this.

Manisha: Oh. Come on, Kapil. Anything for my darling devar.

Kapil: Thank you so much. But, I will have my meal on the dining table, Bhabhi. I don’t want to make your bed dirty.

Manisha: No. No way! I don’t want you to leave this room. In fact, I don’t want you to get out of bed.

Kapil: Bhabhi? Why??

Manisha: Because if Kamlesh was here, he would have been on the bed the whole day. He loves moments like these. You know—breakfast on bed. Your elder brother enjoys such pleasures.

Kapil: Hmm… But…

Manisha: And, so you too should be given the opportunity to enjoy everything your brother gets. You are here replacing him. And, I am going to give it all to you. How much ever you try to resist, I will make you do everything he does.

Kapil: Bhabhi!

Manisha: Nisha. Call me Nisha. Haha!

Kapil: You have got this all. Bhabhi. I mean. Wait! What are you doing?! Wait. Are you angry?? Did I say something?

“Hahaha. Relax! I will take a quick shower and come back okay?! You stay right here, and finish your sandwich!” Manisha Bhabhi said, walking towards the bathroom, before I could even ask if she wanted me to leave the room.

I had lost myself in the slow yet sensitive conversation. I had no idea about the fact that she had a fresh towel, and a new pair of clothes in her hand, all this while, and was ready to take a bath.

What I did notice was that she had been kind enough to let her black tights get back to covering her legs. I was glad my elder sister-in-law was decent enough to not expose herself in broad daylight.

It had been almost 24 hours since I had my last meal, and I was hungry. I was about to grab my plate and start eating when she turned around, just inches away from the bathroom door.

“Kapil. I know you often skip lunch. But, there is chicken in the freezer. And… do you like my breasts?!” Manisha Bhabhi asked, pushing her middle finger, in between her jugs, provocatively.

Kapil: What?! What!

Manisha: Oh. Kapil. Stop over-reacting for everything. Please!

Kapil: What did you just ask me, Bhabhi?!

Manisha: Kapil. Haha. I was asking you about the chicken dish I cooked the last weekend. It’s called the Juicy Breasts. Did you like it? Hahaha!

Kapil: Ohhh.

Manisha: What were you thinking?! Haha!

Kapil: Err… I am.

Manisha: Hahaha.

Kapil: It was nothing, Bhabhi.

Manisha: Well. Did you like it?? I can make it for lunch.

Kapil: I really liked it, Bhabhi. It tasted very good. But, you don’t have to bother cooking for me. I am fine. I can take care of myself.

Manisha: Don’t you worry about that, Kapil. I am delighted to know that you liked my breasts. Haha. And, this time it will be extra juicy. You will love it when you touch my breasts!

Kapil: Manisha Bhabhi! Can you please stop saying that? I mean.

Manisha: Oh, I am so sorry, Kapil. I thought you won’t mind. Maybe, you did not really like the dish. How about I make something spicy for you, then?? You do know I can make it really hot for you.

Kapil: Bhabhi. Please!

Manisha: What?! Haha. What is wrong, Kapil??

Kapil: Nothing.

Manisha: Tell me, Kapil.

Kapil: No. Nothing.

Manisha: Well, then. Promise me you will savor what I serve you.

Kapil: What is this, Bhabhi??

Manisha: Promise me you will eat the whole of mine… I mean, the whole of the meal. Promise me you will feast on it!

Kapil: What are you trying to…

Manisha: Just say yes, Kapil.

Kapil: But…

Manisha: Now, do you want me to make Kamalesh ask you to feed on what I offer you?! Hehehe.

Kapil: Fine. Okay!

Manisha: Say yes.

Kapil: Yes, Bhabhi. I will eat whatever you want me to!

Manisha: Bhabhi?!

Kapil: Ohh. Yes, Nisha!

Manisha: Hahaha. Great! You won’t regret it!

I sure was shocked, but I also knew I was excited, listening to my Bhabhi’s enticing words.

I was rock hard and almost stuffed the entire sandwich inside my mouth, watching her open the bathroom door, looking straight into my eyes.

I knew it was an experience I was never meant to have with my elder brother’s wife. I knew this was not right. But, there was nothing I could do.

She entered inside with a teasing smile, and closed the door with a naughty laugh, leaving me completely stunned.

To Be Continued.

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