Lockdown with my SIL

Hello everyone. Please do not proceed if you want to experience sex from the first line. I believe that the sequence of events that result in two people having sex is the most erotic if described in the right way.

A brief intro about my family. Dad, Mom, Me and my elder brother. Dad is a businessman and used to travel a lot. Mom is a homemaker. My brother works in an IT firm. I followed in his footsteps and ended up in an IT job. We are from the southern part of India.

My brother moved to Bangalore a few years back for his job. Eventually, when I finished my schooling and was looking for colleges, I got an option to move to Bangalore. Since my brother was already there, I was happy to move. My parents were in our hometown.

For almost 3 years, my brother and I stayed together. We didn’t have any restrictions or anyone to control us. We used to roam at night, attend parties, go on long drives, and have a lot of fun. He even used to bring his girlfriend home during weekends. I kept it a secret from my parents.

He was good with girls. On the other hand, I never had a girlfriend till now. I have seen them kissing and cuddling. Probably he would have had sex with her. At least they didn’t do it when I was around. After a year or so, his girlfriend’s parents wanted to get her married.

But they didn’t like my brother and our family. She left him as she didn’t want to marry him against their wishes. My brother was heartbroken. A couple of years passed, eventually, my parents found a match for my brother, and he got married.

But then he didn’t love his wife like he did his girlfriend. Or at least that is what it felt like to me. I have never seen them romance as he did with his ex-gf in front of me. Or maybe that’s how married people are, confined to boundaries, who knows!

My SIL is a sweet, caring, homely and understanding person. She works as an HR. She is a bit short, shorter than me, at least I am 5.8, and has a wonderful smile.

Once they got married, I moved out and found a small flat. I used to visit them on alternate weekends. Staying alone, I channeled my inner chef. To did cook some amazing dishes. I mastered cooking mutton biryani. When I visit my brother and SIL, I cook and impress them with my culinary skills.

Within a few months of their marriage, my brother got an onsite opportunity, leaving for the USA. He would settle down in a few months, and my SIL will also travel. For a few months, my SIL had to stay alone. I used to visit her on weekends.

When you plan something, life will plan something else for you. It was 2020 March, and there were rumors about an emergency lockdown. No one took it seriously initially since we have never seen anything like this before.

My brother is in the USA. My parents are in our hometown, some 800 km away. My SIL and I were stuck in Bangalore in two different places. Within a few days, the government declared nationwide lockdown. We didn’t know how long this lockdown was going to last.

After discussing with my parents and my SIL, my brother insisted that both (me and my SIL) stay at his home until this is all over. I was okay with this because I could take care of my SIL, and we shared a good relationship

So, we had a day to prepare and buy all the essential items. I left from office early that day. I picked up my SIL. We went grocery shopping and bought what we thought was enough to survive for a few weeks.

I never imagined that my life would change in a few months. So, the first day of lockdown began.

Day1.
It was the first day after lockdown. I consider myself an early riser. I woke up at 6 AM and usually went for a jog. But remember! Lockdown! We live on the 24th floor. I had no other option but to do my early morning workout session inside our home.

All I did was pack a pair of dumbbells and a pull-up bar. I started my workout and ended it after 2 hours by 8 AM. On the other hand, My SIL goes to bed late and usually wakes up at 9 or 10 AM. So, I decided to have a quick bath and cook breakfast.

Eventually, she woke up at 9 AM and came out of her room. I asked her to freshen up and come to have breakfast. She was shocked that I had prepared our breakfast and asked me when I woke up and stuff. We had our breakfast, and I went to my room (the guest room) to start my work for that day.

Later, I volunteered to cook lunch, and she helped me cut veggies, and I prepared lunch. I had visited my brother and SIL quite a few times. But it was weird with just the both of us confined in a concrete jungle, for God only knows how long. A few days passed, and things weren’t getting any better.

Day 5.
It was already Friday. My usual routine on the weekend would be to buy booze and drink till I sleep off. Then continue this the next day. My SIL knows that I drink. It was around 8 PM, and I was too bored. I asked my SIL if she would mind if I had a few drinks.

She said, “No issues, da, think of this as your place.” I took a bottle of vodka. I haven’t told you my SIL’s name till now, right? It is Janaki. My brother and people close to her used to call her Janu. I call her di.

So, she sat with me, and we were browsing through OTT content as to what to watch. We started talking about random stuff. I was into my third round. She said she wanted to try drinking, but my brother never allowed her. During her college days, she tasted beer and didn’t like it because it was bitter.

I told her that she could try and I won’t tell my brother. Since it was her first time, I made her a screwdriver (Orange Tropicana juice + vodka). So, we both started sipping on our drinks and talking random stuff. After a drink, since it was her first time, she felt a bit tipsy and started to open up a little.

Our chat moved from strict BIL/SIL to friends’ kind of chat. We chatted till midnight, and I had no idea how the time flew. I never thought she was this fun. And I also thought that this drinking idea was a one-time deal. But life again proved that it had planned something else for the both of us.

End of almost a month in lockdown, and it’s just another Friday:

There were no updates as to when the lockdown would be lifted. We were binge-watching and having our weekend fun with some booze. She asked me if she was becoming fat, which surprised me. I had never measured her. I mean, not even with my eyes.

I said I don’t know. She stood up in front of me like a model with her hands on her hips. She asked me if she was looking fat. My eyes started to scan her. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and a track. Her t-shirt hugged her shape, and her track pant was a bit loose.

For the first time, I felt something different when seeing her. I knew it was wrong, and I took my eyes away from her. She was a bit drunk and asked me again if she had become fat. I said, “Yeah, you have put a little bit of weight but not too much.”

She held her tummy in her hands. She didn’t have a big tummy but a small amount of fat enough to hold with her fingers. She said that I was lying and she had put on a lot of weight. She also said it’s my Biryani that is making her fat. I laughed at her comments.

She sat down, and after a few minutes, she said, “Probably I should start working out with you.” I thought she was saying all this because she is drunk and didn’t take it seriously. Then we were chatting about other random stuff. We both had a good time, or at least I did.

Next Monday:
To my surprise, on Monday morning, when I woke up at 6 AM, she was there waiting for me in a t-shirt and a legging. I was shocked to see her up so early. Maybe she wasn’t that drunk the other day when she said he wanted to work out.

I have never been a trainer for anyone before. She is asking me to train her and make her lose some kilos or reduce the fat in some places. We started with some warm-ups, and then I started doing my pushups. She stood there watching me for some time.

Now it’s her turn. She tried to do a pushup and fell to the floor miserably. I started laughing and told her that it had happened to everyone the first time. My trainer used a towel to support me when I started. She said, “Okay, let’s do it,” and threw her towel in my face.

That’s the first time I smelled her or at least her towel. I don’t know what girls do with their dresses or towels. It just smells so good. If you don’t believe me, try to smell a guy’s towel. It’s probably not going to stink, but it’s not going to smell anything good, that’s for sure.

Her towel smelled so nice. She called my name, broke me from my trance, and asked if we would do it or stand there staring. I asked her to stand in a pushup position put the towel around her mid-section. I held it in my hand and asked her to try now.

When she went down, I asked her to push up with all her strength, and I will help her the rest of the way. She was so happy that she completed one pushup, and we did a few more reps. Later we moved to my pull-up bar. I did some 30 pull-ups, and she was standing there and watching me all that time.

Now it’s her turn, and I was so sure she won’t be able to do one full pull-up since it’s her first time. Like I had predicted, she failed. She was looking at me to come up with an idea to help her. I asked her to hang in the pull-up bar and bend her knees a little and cross her legs too.

She was shit scared that she would fall. I assured her I wouldn’t let that happen. I stood in front of her, and then it hit me. I have to hold her hips to support her. I didn’t think of this or plan any of this till now. Maybe it’s totally fine to touch someone when you help them work out in the western world.

But the way I was raised, it’s all taboo. You don’t touch your SIL, let alone hold her hips. I stood there doing nothing with all these thoughts in my head. She asked me if we were going to stand there all day. I tried to act professionally as a trainer, holding her by her hips.

The whole world slowed down around me. This is the first time I am touching a girl. The first part that I touched was her hips. Her t-shirt had risen above a bit since she was hanging, and her hips were exposed a little. My pinky finger was in contact with her bare skin.

I am sure she would have felt my warm hands in her hips but didn’t mind or do anything about it. She was so soft to the touch. Her smell, along with her sweat, was intoxicating. I instructed her to and that I would support her in the whole process.

She must be around 55kgs or so, around 5ft. When she pulled up, her breasts crossed my eye level. As she rose higher, now her stomach was at my eye level. She had worn her legging a bit higher, I guess. It covered her belly button completely. I could see a small portion of her stomach.

I was getting horny. She said one more and tried to pull up. I had to move closer to her and hold her to support her weight. I could sniff her more now, and she smelled so damn good. With all these workouts, she was sweating. Her t-shirt was hugging her.

I could see the outline of her bra, where it started and where it ended on her rib section. Her nipples were partially hard, poking a little bit. I started to get a boner and wondered if she felt the same way that I did. I told her that was enough for day one and left for my room.

I had a shower, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. This incident changed the way I looked at her. I started to stroke my dick thinking of her sweaty t-shirt, her smell, her bra outline. The way her t-shirt was hugging her body drenched in sweat.

Her partially hard nipples were poking just a little bit. The feeling of my fingers touching her bare and soft skin, I can’t get it out of my mind. Within a few minutes, I came so hard, and then the guilt hit me. What am I even doing? She is my sister-in-law, which can spoil our whole relationship.

Tuesday:
The next day she was there again at sharp 6 AM. She wore another t-shirt which was a bit loose today, and a legging. So many thoughts were there in my mind. Is she wearing it loose because she didn’t want me to touch her bare skin?

We did the same set of workouts that day. I had to help her with her pushups and pull-ups. I couldn’t handle the way she smelled. It was so nice and intoxicating. The loose t-shirt was clinging to her body, outlining her shape. I can see her bra today.

Since her t-shirt was loose and longer, I couldn’t see her skin during pull-ups. I was disappointed. But once drenched in sweat, her bra outline was visible, and I could exactly pinpoint where her nipples were. My mind was playing cat and mouse with me.

Thoughts, a lot of thoughts started to rush into my head. I wanted to suck her nipples over her dress. The feeling was arousing. But I was also shit scared of what she will think of me or what would happen to our relationship if she found out all this or told my brother.

Once we were done with our workout, I went to the shower and masturbated, thinking about her. I came so hard. I knew if we were going to do this workout every day, I would end up masturbating in my shower every day. I was wondering if she felt even half of what I was feeling.

Of course, she won’t. Why would she? She is married to someone else. It was a different feeling for me. I loved being around her, and I wanted it never to stop. I wanted the lockdown to be extended forever. I knew all this was wrong, but the guilt was reducing day by day, and my feeling for her was taking over.

Thursday:
So, it was Thursday, and it was my cardio day. She was all set for doing pushups. But I told her no pushups today. We are going to do something different. With her puppy eyes staring at me, she was eagerly waiting for me to show her what was next.

“We will stand facing each other so that you can copy and follow what I am doing.” I also showed her a sample of all the workouts we will do in this 45-minute session. I also told her not to worry if she could not complete each workout.

The goal is to do whatever she can for how many reps she is comfortable with. Then I hit the timer on. She was trying hard to keep up. The third exercise was jumping jacks. I could see her breasts bouncing inside her t-shirt. The bra she was wearing didn’t do a good job holding those beauties in place.

She had average size boobs guess she didn’t have a sports bra. Why would she even have a sports bra? She has never done any workout in her entire life or gone to the gym ever. I was distracted, and my eyes were glued to her bouncing breasts.

She stopped doing her workout, saying she couldn’t keep up and fell to the floor. I smiled at her, assured her that it was okay, and continued doing my workout. She sat there trying to catch her breath and watched me throughout.

I wondered if she stopped cause she couldn’t keep up or if she caught me staring at her bouncing breasts?

Friday:
So, it’s Friday again, and it’s drinking day. We both settled in front of the TV with drinks in our hands. We started to chat and binge-watching our favorite series. After an hour, she told me her legs were aching from the workout. I assured her that it was normal and would reduce in another couple of days.

But a massage or a hot shower would help. I was eagerly waiting for her to choose massage so that I could feel her up without getting caught. Instead, she said, “No, da, I am too lazy and a bit drunk to take a bath now.” I couldn’t wait and said I didn’t mind giving her a massage.

Her eyes were glued to the tv, and she just said OKAY. I was surprised that she agreed. The hard part in any relationship is knowing what the other person is thinking. I didn’t know what she was thinking. She had no clue how I think about her or that I masturbate thinking about her these days.

We were sitting on the floor near our living room. I caught her leg and dragged her closer. She laughed and asked if I was showing off my strength by pulling her. I kept her right leg resting on my lap. Her left leg was folded, and she was sitting closer to me, sipping her drink.

I touched her feet. This is the first time I am touching a girl’s feet. She had kept her nails painted with green nail polish, and it looked good on her. I massaged her feet and told her to stop me if the pressure was too much or hurt. I wanted to kiss her feet.

My mind was already playing a movie in my head where I was kissing her feet. While I was massaging her feet, I told her bras are designed for workouts, and we would get it once the lockdown is lifted. I have no idea why I said that as if she doesn’t know that sports bras existed.

I cursed myself for saying it. ‘Mmmm,’ was all she could mutter. Now she knows I was staring at her breasts a day back while doing her jumping jacks. Why would I even make that comment!? Maybe I was a bit drunk, or maybe she is drunk too and wouldn’t mind or take it easy.

This story of my craving for my sister-in-law will be continued.

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