Neeta’s family – Part 1

Hello Readers, my name is Rahul, and I am 25. I am married to a beautiful girl, Neeta, who is 22 years old. In her family, she has a widowed mother, Janaki, who is 47 years old and an elder sister, Amrita, who is 27 years old. Amrita is married to Mahesh, and they have two lovely daughters.

Both Neeta and I are from an IT background. Neeta works full-time for an MNC, and I have my consultancy. We have been married for over 2 years, and sex is awesome. We both have a strong sexual drive and always like to try different positions and fantasies to spice up our sexual activity.

We make sure that we have sex at least once, if not more, each night before going to bed. The only exception is the time when Neetu has her periods. And that is because she goes through a difficult time during the first two to three days. But that doesn’t stop us from our foreplays.

Neetu believes that the kissing and fondling take her mind away from her cramps during this time. Most of the time, these sessions end with me getting rewarded with blowjobs. Weekends are special. There is no rush to get up early the next day for work.

So we have sex multiple times, starting from the evening till the early hours of the morning. We both are physically quite fit. We exercise regularly and are conscious about diets.

After graduation, I joined an IT company and moved to the city where we are currently based. This is how I met Neeta, who was still going to college. My parents live in a different city.

Neeta lost her father when she was quite small, and her mother raised her two daughters independently. Both her mother and her sister Amrita stay not too far from us. That is why we end up being at each other’s houses quite a lot.

Mahesh, Amrita’s husband, due to the nature of his job, has to travel a lot. When he does, which is at least twice a month, he is away for a week. During this time, Janaki goes to Amrita’s house to give her company. During school holidays Amrita and her daughters stay with us when Mahesh is away for work.

When they are here, we have loads of fun. Upon his return, Mahesh usually joins us. After staying for a day or two, they all return home.

Schools had closed for the summer holidays. We had Amrita and her kids at our place. Even during these days, as soon as we retired to our bedroom, we continued with our ritual of having sex before going to sleep.

Normally, our sex sessions culminated in a missionary or doggy position where I used to be in charge. At the height of our passion, I used to ram my cock with all fervour. Neetu liked to grunt and scream with ecstasy. Also, we were in the habit of talking dirty to keep each other aroused.

However, whenever they stayed over, we used to be careful to keep our noisy sessions as subdued as possible. During these times, Neetu would, almost invariably, be on top. And by doing so, she would manage to keep the sex gentle and noiseless.

On one such night, it so happened that the bedroom door was not closed properly. We were both naked, and with Neetu lying on top of me, we were kissing and fondling each other. As she was on top, her back was to the door. As I was lying on the bed, I could see that the door was pushed open slightly.

In the darkness, I could make out that Amrita was watching us. Our bedroom was dark, barring the dim light emitting the night bulb. So, while Amrita must have been able to see what was going on inside, it seems she could not find that I had seen her. Otherwise, she would not have remained there.

I managed to suppress my initial reaction to push aside Neetu and bring it to her notice. I almost instantly realised that this would have been disastrous. For the next few moments, I was distracted and unsure how to react. I was now fully aware that Amrita was watching us.

I also knew that she didn’t know that I knew. Neither did Neetu, who was busy kissing me and grinding her boobs against my chest. And at this point, the thought of being watched by my sister-in-law suddenly aroused me. I decided to play to the gallery and, in doing so, re-focussed my attention on Neetu.

I grabbed her round, fleshy ass and started caressing and squeezing them. I raised her, brought her boobs over my mouth, and hungrily sucked her nipples. And while she enjoyed it, Neetu whispered to go slowly in my ears. But I wasn’t paying any heed to her pleas.

Instead, with every protest, the roughness increased. Neetu had no choice but to let out muffled sounds from time to time. By now, my eyes had gotten accustomed to the darkness and Amrita’s form was visible. My intention now was to let her see as much as possible.

I ensured she could see how my fingers moved through Neetu’s ass cheeks. How I rubbed her clit and inserted my fingers in her clean-shaven pussy and asshole. Even when I pressed Neetu’s boobs or chewed her nipples, I ensured Amrita had a clear view of it.

For a few moments, I pulled Neetu to my side, ensuring that her back was still facing the door so she would not come to know her sister’s presence. But in doing so, I wanted Amrita to see my dick in its fully erect state. As we kissed, Neetu rubbed my cock back and forth to keep it hard.

I pulled Neetu again on my top. While holding her between my legs, I started pushing her towards my cock. Neetu took the cue, slid downwards, and took my meat in her mouth. I wondered what Amrita must feel to see her little sister sucking my cock while her ass was on display in its full glory.

Soon Neetu managed to regain her charge. She came on top of me and inserted my penis in her cunt. As a passive player, I would have normally laid back quietly and enjoyed the sensation while playing gently with her tits. But not this time.

A few minutes after she got into the rhythm of riding my dick, I grabbed her boobs forcefully and pulled her. It made her let out a small yelp, quickly swallowed by my lips. I shoved my tongue between her lips. She had no choice but to suck it fervently to stop herself from grunting.

In the meantime, I let go of her boobs and grabbed her ass. My cock was still inside her when I started ramming her from below. As our mouths clamped to each other, Neetu wrapped her arms around my head and surrendered herself to my onslaught.

As she wrapped her arms around my head, my face was snuggled between her soft small boobs. I had stopped watching the door as I was pretty sure Amrita would not leave till the end. As usual, I allowed Neetu to have her orgasm before increasing my speed.

A few minutes after Neetu’s juices had dripped over my cock I, too cum inside her. We held each other tightly. As our bodies began to relax, we started kissing each other gently. Neetu rolled onto her side, and I turned sideways. We hugged each other once again and continued planting kisses on each other.

And while we were at it, I could see the door closed gently. I had a smile on my face, which Neetu couldn’t see. After some time, we both slept soundly.

The next day when I got up, I was eager to see Amrita. I made a mental note to act very normally. After coming out of our en-suite, I went outside and headed to the kitchen. Neetu and Amrita had a conversation. I wished them both Good Morning.

While Neetu wished me back without turning, Amrita turned around and wished me Good Morning. Neetu used to call her Di (short for Didi). I also used to address her in the same way.

“How are you, Di? Did you manage to get good sleep? Or did we keep you awake,” I asked with a smile.

“No, why? I mean, yes, yes. I did sleep well,” she said, somewhat fumbling.

She mumbled something about checking up on her kids. She hurried out of the kitchen and managed to drop her saree drape, revealing her cleavage. My eyes riveted to the sight of semi-exposed globes. She made a show of adjusting her saree to cover herself.

But at the same time, her mischievous smile let me know she had caught me staring at her assets. As my stare followed her, she looked back momentarily and caught me admiring her ass. Later, Neetu and I both got ready and left for work.

By the time I returned, Neeta was already home in the evening. I found both sisters in the kitchen. I joined my nieces and was immediately welcomed into their game. Just before dinner was served, I went to our bedroom to shower.

Again this was a regular practice we followed. I used to shower before dinner. Neetu would have her shower post-dinner while I did the dishes. By the time I was done with the shower, the girls were having their dinner at the dining table.

Amrita was going back and forth between the kitchen and the dining area. By now, I had decided to give Amrita every opportunity to ogle at us without arousing any suspicions. I wanted to test the waters before taking any plunge.

I left the door open just enough for someone to have a sneaky peek if they wanted to do so. And I was sure Amrita would do so. I unwrapped my towel and displayed my muscular physique. My naked backside was visible through the door’s gap.

I pretended to be busy wiping myself dry but was watching the reflection of the open door in the wardrobe mirror. As expected, Amrita did not disappoint me. She saw my form after her trips from the kitchen to the dining room. She didn’t stop that time.

But returned soon after and, this time, lingered near the door, watching me furtively. Seeing her watching me quietly brought an erection to my cock. At the right moment, without looking at her, I turned around briefly to show my erect manhood to her.

I paused for her to have a clear view before turning back towards the mirror. I stole a furtive glance at the mirror to see her. I just about managed to see her expression of awe before she quickly turned around and rushed to the dining table.

I came out of the bedroom wearing thin pyjamas without underwear and a t-shirt. I could see some colour on her face as I flashed a smile at her. Throughout the dinner, Neetu and I chatted normally. But I noticed that Amrita was unusually quiet.

I chose to ignore her silence and, from time to time, dragged her into our conversations. By now, the kids had gone to their bedroom. Neetu left for the bedroom to have her shower, and I proceeded to the kitchen to do the dishes. Amrita went to her bedroom to check on her kids.

Then we heard the door of our en-suite close, indicating that Neetu was in for her shower. Amrita came to the kitchen. She had changed into a low-cut nightgown which displayed her ample bosoms. I tried hard not to stare but instead flashed a smile at her while continuing with the dishes.

Amrita smiled back, knowing fully well that the display of her wares had not gone unnoticed. She offered to do the dishes, but I politely turned it down. Instead, I started chatting with her about sundry topics to keep her close. A few minutes ago, she was very quiet. But now Amrita had become talkative.

She took a towel to dry the washed dishes. As I protested, she firmly told me to allow her to do it so that the work would finish quickly. But each time she took a utensil to wipe it dry, her breasts would brush against the side of my hand near her. Initially, she brushed them very lightly.

But with every new utensil she took, her actions became bolder. In no time, I could feel their softness getting crushed against my arm. As this went on, I casually turned towards her so it would be easier for her to press her boobs against my hand. But I was giving no hint to acknowledge her efforts.

Instead, we continued to have our conversation in a normal way. However, at the same time, I was thinking hard of a way to reciprocate her actions similarly. By now, I had a solid erection, and my cock stood out through the thin fabric of my pyjama.

I attempted to turn toward her to ask her some silly questions. I then brushed my erect cock against the side of her thigh. Just for a moment, I poked her thigh with it as soon as I managed to make contact and turned back. But for Amrita, it was enough to gauge what was going on.

No sooner did I return to my normal position than she opened the cabinet door right in front of her. She made a show of trying to get something from the topmost shelf. After a couple of ‘failed’ attempts, she asked me if I could get it for her. But made no effort to move aside from her place.

I took that as a cue to reach out to that thing on the top shelf by standing right behind her. By now, it was clear to both of us that we were playing games to test each other without being too obvious. This realisation made my cock even harder. With this hardness, I poked her ass through the fabric of her nightgown.

In order to balance as I stretched, I deliberately placed my hand on her shoulder. Instinctively she held on to my fingers with hers as if to assist me. As I pretended to struggle to reach that item on the shelf, my cock kept poking her ass. She did not attempt to move away.

I had a feeling that she was responding to my soft, casual thrusts by pushing her ass lightly against my cock. At the same time, I realised that she had gently pulled my palm towards her breast. I could feel the softness of the upper part of her chest where the breast started to rise.

All this must have lasted for not more than 30 seconds. But without betraying our emotions, we independently managed to test each other. We arrived at a favourable conclusion to take the next step.

We heard Neetu step out of the shower in the bedroom to get dressed. Both of us automatically distanced ourselves. Amrita reached to her chest to button up the front of her gown. I realised it wasn’t a low-cut one, but she had instead left two or three un-buttoned.

So, she had deliberately left them open to show her boobs while no one was around and hid them before Neetu would join us. When she looked up, I winked at her with a smile. She smiled back before leaving the kitchen to go and look for Neetu.

This was the final signal I needed. I decided to make the next move as soon as possible. After Amrita left, I took a few minutes before stepping out and heading for our bedroom. I heard Amrita chatting with Neetu. I joined them.

Then, as if I remembered something suddenly, I told Neetu that I was not required to visit my client the next day. So I would be working from home. It was a lie which I knew I would be able to manage with my client. Neetu took this quite normally.

When I said this, I managed to steal a glance at Amrita. She had a slight smile, and her lower lip was twitched between her teeth. I knew in my heart tomorrow would be the day!

Folks, let me know whether you enjoyed the narration of this true incident in my life. Would you like to know more about my unholy desire to fuck my wife’s sister? By the way, all the names are fictional, but the characters are real.