Lockdown with my SIL – Part 2

Please read the previous story for the whole experience.

Massaging her feet, I slowly moved up. She was wearing track pants. I moved my hands to her calf muscle over her dress. I started to knead them softly and then increased the pressure slowly. Her eyes were glued to the TV, and she was sipping her drink.

I asked her where else does it hurt? I wanted her to point at her thighs so that I could touch her more. She did the same, raised her hand and pointed at her thighs. I kept both my hands at her knees. I slowly started at her bottom thigh and worked my way up till her mid-thigh.

I didn’t have the guts to move beyond that. I moved my hands back to her knees again. This time I applied a bit more pressure. She held my hands and said, “Aah.” I told her to try and tolerate this pain to help relax her stiffness.

She didn’t remove her hand from my hands but then nodded. My hands are average size. But I can cover the whole length of her thighs in three full presses with my hand. I slowly pressed her lower thigh, increased the pressure, and then released the pressure slowly.

Each time I did that, She would arch her back and sound with her eyes closed. It was so sexy to watch her like that. I am not a sadist or anything. But the way she moved it was so sexy to watch. I moved my hand up a bit and held her mid-thigh section.

I applied the same pressure slowly. Her grip on my hand increased, indicating that it was hurting. I have seen a lot of porn. The way she arched her body looked like how girls arch when a guy slowly inserts his penis inside her. I was comparing this pain to that pleasure.

I moved my hands a bit higher to hold her upper thigh. I am sure that my hand brushed her vulva. I have no idea how to describe that feeling, the one you get when you touch a girl for the first time. The way the heart races, the touch, the feel everything about it feels so so so good.

I slowly glanced at her to check her reaction. She was still arching her back and had her eyes closed. I pressed her thighs with the same pressure and released them slowly. I told her, “It’s over. You can relax now.” She tried to move her legs and see how she felt.

She moved her right leg much more easily now. She removed her right leg from my lap and placed her left leg. I did the same with her left leg. My mind was telling me to try and touch her more this time. I decided to push my luck. I pushed my index finger slightly higher when I reached her upper thigh.

I saw a small jerk from her body. Between my hand and her vulva, all that was a thin track pant and probably a panty. Before she could react, I pressed her thighs again. She arched back, closing her eyes. My fingers were pressing against her vaginal lips. I held it there for a few seconds and released it slowly.

I was slowly taking advantage of her. But I didn’t want to force myself or hurt her. Before she could open her eyes, I took my hands off her body. I asked if she was feeling better. She nodded. There were no hints in her face of anger or anything else that would get me into trouble.

I told myself that I was safe for now. We were getting comfortable with each other. At the end of the massage, I didn’t want to push any further. I told her I was feeling sleepy and headed to my room to jack off. I was so hard after brushing my hands on her privates.

Imagination is the root cause of all problems. In my case, I didn’t know if this would become a problem or a blessing. I won’t stop imagining things. All I can think of is having her all for myself. It was becoming so hard to hide all these emotions from my face when I was with her.

It was Saturday. I woke up late and felt like I had nothing to do that day. I couldn’t go out because of the lockdown. I decided to start my booze session early. It was around noon. When she woke up and came to the living room, I held a glass in my hand and watched TV.

She was surprised to see me drinking so early. She said, “Someone is having a good time already,” and laughed. She said her legs were feeling better after yesterday’s session and thanked me. I saw her in the same pink t-shirt that she wore most days. I asked her if this was her favorite dress.

She giggled and said, “No. I have other dresses. But I am not sure if I can wear them around since it will be awkward.” I asked her again what she was saying. She said it’s mostly shorts or skirts, which are shorter, and tops were either crop/tank tops.

“I used to wear all those when your brother was around. You are my… brother-in-law. I am not sure what you would think of me.”

I didn’t know how to reply. There was an awkward silence. She got a call from my brother. She left for her room to talk with her husband. Wait, Why did she pause before saying ‘brother-in-law?’

Lol. She just said she was not comfortable around me. All I can think is the pause before saying, ‘brother-in-law.’ I smiled to myself and got back to what I was doing, drinking.

The rest of the day was fruitless. She was busy with some of her stuff. I was glued to the TV, sipping my booze to stay intoxicated. By evening she came to me and asked if she could join. I poured her a drink, and we both sat in our usual spot, ready to chit chat.

I was already drunk at this point. I said something that started to change our relationship. At least, I think this laid the foundation for our relationship. I think this is the incident that made us comfortable around each other.

“Janu!” Yes, I called her by her short name to be precise. She turned towards me in shock. There was shock written all over her face. I usually call her ka (short form for ‘Akka’ sister in my native language). But I tried to act casually.

She responded with a “tell me da.” I asked her can we at least be friends. She started laughing and said we were already friends. The booze gave me the boost I needed to get over the fear or nervousness between us. And since she was laughing, I was sure that she was not mad at me for calling her Janu.

“If we are already friends, why do you feel uncomfortable around me? I want you to be yourself around me. I want us to be the best of friends. Also, starting now, I will call you Janu, and you are going to call me Ram.”

She extended her hands towards me and pointed her pinky finger at me. I had no clue what this meant. She started laughing. She caught my hand, pulled out my pinky and wrapped it around her pinky and said, “Pinky-promise.” Yep, that was the first time I made a pinky promise.

Days started to pass, and there were no signs of lockdown relaxation. She got comfortable around me and started to wear shorts. Her crop tops, tank tops and skirts and I was feasting on her with my eyes. The first time I saw her in shorts was during our workout session.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her smooth legs. I wouldn’t call it slender, but then, it looked stunning with the right amount of fat in her thighs. We were also doing all household chores either together or switched between each other on alternate days.

The days I enjoy the most are laundry days. I would get both our baskets of clothes to put into the washer and dry it after. Sometimes when I take her basket of clothes, and she is busy, that would be my window of opportunity. I would search for her panties or sweat-soaked t-shirts and leggings.

Her bra had a unique smell, something I had never smelt before. Sometimes I would even find stains on her panties. I wonder if that is what my brother’s doing, or she gets excited by being around me sometimes. Or is it was something that made her wet, or did she masturbate!

I wanted to steal one of her dirty panties and stroke my penis till I cum with it. But then I was afraid of getting caught. She could walk in on me any time. Once I even pulled out my penis and wrapped her panty on it to have a feel of it. It felt amazing.

I was lost in the moment and stroked my penis a few times but had to put it back before getting caught quickly. I was devising a plan to get close to her or touch her. None of the ideas were good enough to do without getting caught. The only way I had was to continue our massage sessions and see where that takes us.

I waited for an opportunity where she would wear shorts or a skirt one day. Then that day, try to offer her a massage to see if she allows me to do it. The way I imagined in my head, that would be a treat. We continued our weekdays with regular morning workout sessions.

Next Friday, we were halfway through our drinking session. I asked her how are your legs were. She said it hurts a little. She was wearing shorts that day. It ended somewhere around her mid-thigh, in fact, a little above her mid-thigh. I was not used to seeing girls wearing dresses like this.

I have seen it in movies, but living in that moment was different. I thought it was time to step up play my friend card. “Janu, before we go to bed, I will give you a proper massage. You will feel better tomorrow.” Yes, I did it. I played my ‘friend’ card. She was so cool with it. She said okay.

I was on cloud nine. I have been waiting for this for a long time now. She got a call from her parents and started to talk with them. I thought this might be the right moment and pulled her by her legs like I did the other day. She kept one finger on her lips to say, ‘Shh.’

Since she was on a call with her parents, I started to knead her feet like I started the other day. Imagine this, a beautiful girl wearing shorts exposing her legs till her mid-thigh and her legs are in my lap. I can touch her, and I won’t get caught, or she won’t think bad about me.

This is the closest I have been to any girl till now. I kept my face glued to her legs, admiring and was massaging her legs. I wanted to see if she would stop me at any point in time. Touching her bare skin was so arousing. If I hadn’t worn innerwear, my boxers would have done a poor job concealing my tent.

She was done talking with her parents. I wanted to push my luck. I told her if she could lie down face down. I also wanted to massage her back and then her quads. I expected her to say, ‘No need da this is enough,’ and end it. But to my surprise, she said OKAY.

She lay facing the floor on our couch. That’s the first time I saw her ass this close. We have had workout sessions together. But she was facing me most of the time, or at least some distance between me and her ass. But this, so close to my face, plumb.

I wanted to touch her ass. But if I do it now, I will get a tight slap from her. So, I started to massage her from her feet. I started to move my hands from her quads to almost near her ass. I knew that If I moved my hands between her legs, closer to her ass, I was going to feel her vulva.

I did the same. My fingers brushed her, I am sure that I touched her outer vaginal lips, and she should have felt it. She didn’t react. I was so happy she didn’t react. She has been away from her husband for months now. The last time she had sex should be before my brother left.

Is she longing for a guy’s touch? I wanted to push my luck further. I asked her if I could sit on top of her to massage her back easily. “Mmm,” was all she could mutter. I climbed on top of her. I sat with my legs on both sides without applying my body weight to her.

But she could feel my body on top of her. I rested just near her quads to have space to rest my super hard penis without touching her. All I wanted to do now was remove my boxers pull my cock out. Then insert it between her legs, close to her vagina over her shorts and dry fuck her till I cum.

I touched her mid-back, somewhere around the spine and massaged her. Once near her lower spine, I used my two thumbs to massage her spine. I started to move to the top of her spine. Once I crossed her mid-back, I had to lean my body forward for a better reach.

The tip of my hard penis started to touch her ass. She should have felt it, that’s for sure. Who wouldn’t notice a hard pole sticking onto their soft ass cheeks? But she didn’t do anything about it. I kept it there for some time, poking her ass cheeks, but I didn’t stop what I was doing.

I know I have crossed another line now. I ended the massage and told her to start paying me for massages like this. She smiled at me got up from the couch. She caught my head with both hands and kissed me on my cheeks. She said, “Here is your payment.”

She took her mobile and disappeared into her room as nothing had happened. My world froze. She kissed me. It was just a peck on my cheeks, but a kiss is a kiss, and this is my first kiss. I was so happy. Once I ensured that her door was locked, I sneaked into the laundry room.

I took one of her panties and came inside my room, and masturbated with this. Her smell from the panty, her kiss just minutes before, poking her ass with my penis, brushing my fingers on her vaginal lips. All these images came to my head. Trust me, that was the best orgasm I had had in ages. Soon I ejaculated.

Her panty was covered in my cum. The next day I again sneaked into the laundry room and buried her soiled panty with the other clothes before getting caught. This was easily one of the best days of my life.

It was a few weeks later on a Thursday. The next day was some local holiday, so we had kind of had a long weekend. Nothing noteworthy happened during this period. But we had a regular workout, drinking, cooking and massage sessions. I never pushed my luck other than rubbing my fingers on her pussy.

On Thursday night, we finished our work early. We planned to watch a movie with a tub of homemade popcorn. She has become comfortable around me. When this lockdown started, we sat with at least 5 feet gap between us. But now we are friends. We sat close to each other. I can smell her that close.

It was raining outside like cats and dogs, and then the power went off. We were just 10 or 15 minutes into the movie, and then this happened. POWER CUT, yes, welcome to Indian households. So, we both were stuck with each other, with no power. That is when I realized how much technology is spoiling us.

If every couple turned off the power in their home for a day in a week and talked to each other, the divorce rate would reduce. She went to the kitchen, lit a candle, and returned to me. I don’t want to get into the details of how beautiful she looked with a candle walking towards me. But it was nostalgic.

There is something romantic about candles and power cuts and two people. We were thinking of how to kill our time. I suggested that we play ‘Truth or Dare.’ She was super excited. To make things spicier, I said, “Let’s get drunk and play truth or dare.” She was game, and I ran to my room to get booze.

She wanted to go first, and I chose truth. I expected that she would ask this. Do you have a girlfriend? My answer was quite simple: a big NO. I was one of those guys who would put a status every Valentine’s day like “Forever single.” She asked if it is now or if you never had a girlfriend.

I said, “Janu, you get one chance each round to either truth/dare me, and you have exhausted yours. Now it was my turn.” I asked her truth/dare, and she chose truth. “Did you have any boyfriends before your marriage?”

I guess she probably didn’t expect this question. I can see that she thought about what to say. “Janu, aren’t we friends? And friends shouldn’t lie, and you shouldn’t lie in a truth/dare game. If you don’t want to answer, then you should probably make a dare.”

She said, “Yes, I had a boyfriend.” Now I wanted to know her story, but then remember! Only one question at a time. Now it’s her turn. I was waiting for a follow-up question from her. But she said she was not feeling well and wanted to sleep, got up and left.

I was confused. I asked her if I said something wrong or my fault!? She didn’t say anything and left for her room. I cursed myself for spoiling her mood. But I had no idea what I did to hurt her or why she left.

To all the girls out there, why do you do this? Get up and leave, leaving the guy confused or clueless about what had happened? I would love to hear your take or views on this point.

The next morning she didn’t come for our workout session as well. Her door was locked. I was worried and wanted to check on her. But I wanted to give her some space. So I decided not to disturb her and prepare breakfast. She would have heard the sound of me turning on the mixie, and she came out of her room.

She asked me if I needed any help. I could see her face was still a bit sad. She used to wear eyeliner regularly after her bath. That had washed away, showing that she had cried. I said, “No, ka. If you are not feeling well take a rest. I will cook and call you.”

I felt so bad I called her ka (sister in my native language) instead of Janu. She left without saying anything. She came out for breakfast and again for lunch, but we didn’t talk much. By evening I was sitting in our living room on our couch, and she came and sat near me.

I initiated a conversation. “Sorry if I had said something that hurt you.” She started to cry. I had no idea why she was crying. This was the first time I saw her cry or seen any girl cry in front of me. I moved near her and sat with our shoulders touching, putting one hand around her to console her.

She rested her head on my shoulder. There was just silence for almost another hour. I caught her hands and caressed them. The way she rested on my shoulder, her boobs were almost crashing into my arms. But I didn’t get hard, or I didn’t feel anything else.

All I cared about was her. I wanted her to stop crying. I guess lust and love have a fine line between them. After an hour, I told her that we could sleep on the couch itself tonight. I would be with her, and I didn’t want her to feel lonely or cry again like this.

I tapped on my lap with my hands, indicating her to lie down on my lap. She stretched her legs to the other side and rested her head on my lap. I took my mobile, surfed some random videos, and ran my fingers through her hair. She slept within minutes.

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