0 comments/ 58131 views/ 21 favorites Priya, My Sister in Law By: rankersaxxo "I can't wait. Please give one, now." I pleaded for a kiss. "Not now. After marriage only." My would-be wife said. "At least, send me one sexy photo." I again pleaded over the phone. She was tittering at my requests. "Okay, I will try. But not now. Maybe tomorrow." "But today you sister is reaching here. I can't talk to you like this, tomorrow." I explained. "Hmmm..." she thought for a moment, "Okay, then on Monday." She said and laughed a little. I was disheartened, nevertheless. Her sister would be there for the whole weekend. "Where are you now?" she asked after a long pause. "Almost reached the airport." I answered. "Okay, listen. My sister is not too friendly. She is more into studies and doesn't like to talk a lot. So, please do take good care of her. She won't ask you anything even if she needs something. She is too shy." "I know, I know. You have said this to me for thousand times." I assured her to be fine. She tittered again. "Okay, I am in the airport now. I will call you once she comes. Okay?" "Okay." She said and hung up. I put the mobile in my pocket and held a placard that read Ms. Priya Rao. Priya was the younger sister of Pushpa, my would-be. Priya was doing her Masters in the US. She was coming to India to attend her sister's marriage slated to be held in next fifteen days. Since there was no airport in Tirrupati, she preferred to come to Bangalore, instead. In a way, she would get a chance to get familiar with the guy who was going to be her brother for a lifelong. I waited for some time but there was no sign of her. Announcement screens displayed that the flight had handed long back. Might be, immigration was the cause of her delay. With nothing much to do, I called up Pushpa. "Yeah, she called me. She said she will come out in some time." Pushpa said about her sister. "Okay, but how will I recognize her?" I asked a very valid question. "I have given your phone number to her. She will call you soon." I was talking to Pushpa when I saw a call waiting number. It ended with 36. "Your sister's number is 36?" I asked Pushpa. "How would I know it? But why are you checking her out?" she was a little surprised. "I am not checking her out. Does her mobile number end with 36?" I asked. "O, yes, yes. She might be calling you. Bye." Pushpa hung up. I picked Priya's call. "Hi." "Where are you?" Priya asked me. My god, her tone was too sweet and childlike. Her voice dinned in my ears for a moment or so. "I am close to the coffee café, just next to the arrival gate." "Oh ok. What are you wearing?" "I am wearing blue jeans and white shirt. I am holding a placard with your name on it." I tried to give as much information as possible. She hung up. I leaned against one of the railings. Rolling hog made my visions hazy. But I could see someone approaching. Soon, I could see the person. It must be Priya, I guessed. "Are you Vivekanand?" She said me with a tone that had mesmerized me some time before. She was too sweet. Her height, I guessed it, was 5'2''. Very fair and plump. Flat stomach. Her overcoat didn't give me a chance to have a glance of her breasts or her ass. "Yeah, but I am not a saint." I said to draw a demarcation line between me and my famous namesake. She smiled. "It looks. Thank god, you are not." I smiled this time. I held her luggage and we entered into the CCD for a cup of coffee. I pulled a chair for her. She saw me from the corner of her eyes. "I appreciate that." She said as she took her seat. I went to order our food. In no time, I returned to Priya with two cups of Latte and two sandwiches. Extra Cheese. "Thank You." She said as I put the items before her and sat in front of her. "Let me call your sister." I said and dialed up Pushpa's number. Priya was busy in adding sugar to her coffee. "Yeah, she reached. Talk to her." I said and handed the mobile to Priya. "Yeah I reached." Pause. "Yeah. Very much." Pause. "Nice." Pause. "Okay, I will call you tomorrow. Bye." Priya hung up. I didn't know what she was saying to her sister but one thing, all the words were positive ones. So, there was no need to be nervous, I said to myself. "So what you do?" Priya asked while sipping coffee. "I work in yatra.com." "Hmm..." she said and opened her purse. She took out a box. "For You." I was surprised to have a gift from her. I thanked her. I opened the lid. It was a watch, too costly and elegant. My eyes dazzled. Priya stood up. "This overcoat is bothering me." She said and took it off. She turned around to put the coat over the chair. And I froze. Priya might not be tall but all I can say about her is just three words. "Oh My God!" She was wearing a blue top and a tight pant that gave shape to the perfect ass I had seen in my life, including porn even. Her boobs were not just right. They were of perfect size; could turn on any damn guy in this world and that too instantly. Her short hair fell on her sides and her high heeled pumps were too gorgeous. Her nails were polished and were glossy. She was just too good to be there with me. No surprise that I had turned into a lifeless stone. "You there?" she asked me when my eyelids didn't blink for some time. "Oh yes." I said and ran my tongue over my dried lips. She smiled surreptitiously. "I think we need to make a move." I said when I realized that staying with her for some more time would break my marriage with Pushpa. "Okay" she said and we started off. I held her luggage and her overcoat. It helped in concealing my erection. "What happened? You alright?" "To be frank, I had never seen such a sexy lady as you are. So I was..." I stopped speaking as she had a jaw down laugh. Now her laugh looked too beautiful also. Her white teeth glistened in the darkness. I didn't know but everything about her was just too beautiful. "You are marrying my sister, not me. Stop hitting at me." She smiled. I nodded. We walked over the lane lighted by halogen lights. There was no one on the street. It was almost 1 in the morning. "So, you had any girlfriends before?" She asked. She was smiling and laughing at no one in particular. "Never. I was a good guy till now." I said as I dragged her suitcase trolley. She smiled again. "So what happened now? Who made you a devil?" she asked. I looked at her. She could see my heart in my eyes. Yeah, I was smitten by her and her body. "No one. Leave it." I blurted out. She knew I was lying. "Sisters are half wives. You can be frank with me." She reasoned with me. I smiled. "Your sister said you are shy. But you don't look like." I told what I had heard of her. "I am shy when I don't like to talk. But with you, I don't know why, but I am myself." I took it as a compliment. By now, we had reached at the highway which was flanked by hotels on both sides. I looked at her. "Which one you want to stay on?" "Any place is fine. It is a matter of two days only." She replied. "Still... any preferences?" "No but where you would be allowed to... you know... you can come and go. It's not like, guests are not allowed." "Every hotel allows guests in day time. No issues with it." "I want you in the night only." She said. "What?" My eyes popped out and bounced in the air. "I said I want you in the night hours. I have jetlag and can't sleep in night hours. I will sleep in daytime. It will take a week to get back to normalcy." She said. "Oh." I breathed in. "and you thought?" she teased me. "I thought I was entitled for fringe benefits from half wives." I smiled wickedly. She shook her head. "Okay, let go in this hotel. It is good one." I took her to Ibis hotel. It was always my favorite. "I would like to book a room for two days." I said politely to the receptionist. She looked at Priya enviously. Priya was definitely giving her a run for money. "And it would be in the name of..." the receptionist asked. "In the name of Priya Rao. She is my sister." "My pleasure." The receptionist said and took away her details and her I-card for scanning. Then we were given a room, 303, in third floor. "This is a beautiful room." Priya exclaimed when she saw the highway from the balcony. She signaled me to come to her. I went to her with a downcast glance because she had bent herself over the railings. It was deliberate or not, I don't know but her ass was now running the show. It was just perfect; fleshy, tight and inviting. I tried to ignore the most beautiful thing but those images always returned to my mind. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked. "It is the most beautiful thing I have seen." I said still avoiding an eye contact. When I looked at her, she was lost in her thoughts. She was looking at the sky. I realized that she was asking me about the night only. Oops, I had thought she was asking me about her ass. How typical men think. I looked around. Really, it was a beautiful night. Twinkling stars listening to bedtime stories from a silver moon, chilly wind blowing gently, late night birds crooning in happiness and there was Priya, standing beside me. "What is the most romantic thing you ever did in your life?" Priya asked with twinkling eyes. Her moonlit face glistened when she looked towards me. "I don't know. I am halfway through that experience." She smiled and looked at the open sky, resting her elbows over the banister. Her boobs were brushing her arms. Her cleave was prominent now. I was staring at them when she caught me. "I am your sister, not your wife." She said. I laughed nervously. "I wish..." She smacked my hand. "You don't seem to be one who had no girlfriend in his life. Man, you rock." "I swear I had never seen such a beautiful lady in my life. It is spontaneous, you know..." "Your list includes my sister?" she asked with one hand on the banister. The other hand was placed on her hip. I didn't answer. She repeated the question. After some moment, I nodded. "Yes. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life." Priya looked ahead. The highway was busy. Life was on fast line. Everyone scampered through but inside the hotel room, our lives were stuck on time. Every minute was making its presence felt. "I think I will make a move now. I will come to you tomorrow." I said. She looked at me but didn't utter a word. Her eyes had tales in them for me to hear but I didn't linger around because her boobs had a few stories to tell, too. So as her ass. "When will you come?" she asked. Her tone was pleading me not to go. "After breakfast." I waved, "Good night." Priya came to the door to see me off. She was standing till I took a turn and went down stairs. I reached in my room but my mind was restless. I was going to get married to Pushpa but honestly, I was in love with her sister. I know you would not call that as love, but frankly, it was not just her ass or her boobs. By that time, I had fallen for her eyes also. I was restless not to fuck her but to make love to her. If still you think I was not in love, then blame the fact that I had never been in love with a girl before. Morning sun came in its glory. I woke up with a beautiful feeling. "Good morning." I saw an SMS in my mobile. "Good morning, Priya." I replied. "So, are you coming here?" another SMS read. "Reaching in some time." I replied. "Come quickly. Feeling hungry." "Okay." I replied and got ready. I reached before ten o'clock. Ding Dong. Priya opened the door. She was wearing a green skirt and a white top with a black border. The top was a short one to give a view of her naval but it was not as short as her skirt that was mini, at best. "So, how was your night?" I asked as I entered into the room. She latched it. "It was bad. I didn't sleep properly." She complained. "Why?" "Jetlag. I had said you na." she said and swirled. Her skirt spread and I could see her pink panty. "How is my skirt?" she asked when she stopped swirling. I was sweating by then. "It is nice. I mean too good." I blubbered. "Will you make me my breakfast?" she said as she jumped into her bed. She bounced as a spring a couple of times. I pushed the breakfast trolley to her. I made her a cup of coffee and spread butter on a few croissants. "So what's your plan today?" I asked handing over the plate to her. "Nothing much." She said and bit a piece of croissant. "You decide." "Will you go out for a movie? Or you want to go to Wonder La?" I gave her two options. She chose the second one. After breakfast, we went out to Wonder La. It was more than 35 kilometers from my place. We went in a cab. We talked a lot in it. She said about her days in the US, about her sister, about her family and about herself. I said about my bloodsucking manager and my sucking life. Interestingly, she laughed more hearing about my life. It is an irony that people enjoy others getting fucked. Alas! We reached Wonder la before noon. I booked the tickets while she changed her dress at the designated room. I too changed soon. In a bikini, she was better than any damn hot chick present in the Wonder La. Every guy was checking her out. But she didn't look anywhere. Her eyes were fixed on me. Might be, she was enjoying in teasing me. Whatever, it was a fact that all the boys there were drooling at her midsection. We grabbed each other, threw water over one another and played till evening. I enjoyed every such moment when I touched her, or my hands touched her perky boobs. I always shuddered. "Let's return." I said when I saw it was almost dark and we had to travel a good 35 kilometers. She too agreed and we changed. In another two hours, thanks to the traffic, we were back at her hotel room. "Shall I order the dinner?" she asked. "No, no. Thanks. I will have it in my room." "No. You are not going to your room today. Last night was pathetic for me. Today, you will stay here. After all, tomorrow is a Sunday and I will return on Monday. So listen to me." "Priya, you know it's not possible." "Why?" "Because I am a man and you are a gorgeous woman. Men should not be trusted when it comes to beauty. We all lose everything once blood starts flowing down." She tittered. "You are incorrigible." "I know. I would be honest than be sorry." "So, if you, by chance, do something with me, you will be SORRY? Is that what you are trying to say?" she asked straight on my face. I didn't know how to answer that. "No, I mean, it is not right because I know I will lose myself. You may say me weak but I know I will do something which you would not approve." "If I approve it?" she asked. My senses got fused due to the excessive amount of electricity that her question generated in my body. I looked at her with wide open eyes. "Look at you." She said and laughed, "I was kidding. But I still say it; you got to stay with me tonight. At least you will learn how to stand a girl by not doing anything wrong to her." She again gave her reasons. I was more confused. I never wanted to go against the nature. If nature had wired us such a way that we would lose control before any beautiful thing, who was I to teach myself to act otherwise? A long discussion ensued on this. I said about the Nature, about the taboos, about morality, and about men's fragile conscience. She agreed on everything but when she leaned against the railing in her balcony, my stand changed and I agreed to stay on that night. "What would you like for the dinner?" she asked before she went for a shower. I was watching cartoons reclining over the sofa. "Anything light." "Okay, something to drink? Wine or scotch?" she asked. Before I could answer, she placed the order over the intercom: "Two plates of Biriyani, four bowls of ice cream and a bottle of wine." I went on watching cartoons but my mind was rolling much like the fog outside. What would happen if Pushpa came to know of this was making me restless. There was no protest from my conscience though. It was as dead as the mutton in my biryani. Priya came up wrapped in a towel. "Food is here." I said, trying to avoid looking at her. "Okay, gimme a few minutes. I will change." I resumed my cartoon show. I didn't look towards her for once. She cleared her throat to signal me that the food was ready. The food was really scrumptious. And why not, the hotelier was making holes in our pockets for the services. I ate till I burped. "I can't. I am done." I said and sat till she finished her food. We cleaned the table and it was time for bed. "Keep the ice cream and the wine in the fridge. We will have it tomorrow." I did what I was said. When I looked at her, she was on her bed in a nightie. She was reading "Fifty shades of grey." Her top few buttons were undone and her cleavage was conspicuously displayed. Priya caught me staring at her assets. But I was still going on looking at those beautiful gorgeous mounts. She waved her hand to signal me, STOP. But I was so mesmerized by the looks of those perfect boobs that I waved her, still looking at her boobs. "My sister will have a very bad marriage night. I think you will be wild on that night." She said, with her eyes still on the book. Her words made me realize that those mounts were not just the only things in the room. There was a person also. "Yeah." "Yeah?" she asked. I didn't know why I said 'yeah' but I felt it was the best possible answer to most of the questions. But she realized that I was not listening to her. "Man, what is there in my boobs?" She asked as if boobs were very inexpensive things available in the market. She didn't know that those are the things which give a man a trip to wonderland, not just to a Wonder La. I stopped looking and returned to the sofa. But she asked me to come to her. "Come, I will read a story for you." She suggested. I had known that 'Fifty shades of grey' was a life history of a painter who wanted to paint grey but little did I know that it was a book which was going to change my life. I went to her and sat beside her. She asked me to slip into the blanket. I slipped into it and sat against the wall, beside her. Our bodies were touching now. "Give me your hand." She held my hand and began to read the story. Damn that Anastasia Steele, I was breathing heavily. My lips were dry and my brain was without a drop of blood in it. "I think I need to have an ice cream." I said. She stopped reading and allowed me to go. "No, I want you to bring. I am not in a position to bring it myself." I said. "Why?" "Only girls can't have girl problems. Boy do have sometimes but of different nature." She tittered and went to bring a bowl of ice cream. "For you." She gave a bowl to me. "I don't want to read that book." She threw the book away. I ate my ice cream and went to my sofa. I reclined to sleep. I felt I was rude to her but I was losing myself to her. After some time I looked at her, she was not in her bed. I hurriedly searched for her. She was in the balcony. "Hey, I am sorry..." She hushed me with her finger gently pressed against my lips. She asked me to hold her love handles. I held her closer to me. She crooned some waltz music and swayed. I too swayed without understanding anything about the music or the words. But I understood one thing; I was losing myself. In no time I kissed her. But she didn't reciprocate it. I felt I was taking advantage of her and stopped kissing. "I am sorry." I said and wanted to move away. But she held my hand and stopped me. When I turned towards her, she kissed me. "I have been in many relationships, but I feel so good with you." She whispered in my ear. Priya, My Sister in Law "But I am not going to marry you though I would love to." I said diplomatically. I didn't know from where I had blood in my brain to think all that. "That's it. You are in love. I am also in love." She continued to whisper, "make your love and my love as one." I didn't get it. I didn't understand how to make love and love one. "Make love to me." She said explicitly. I stood there holding her love handles. "Please..." she pleaded. I was in dilemma. Here was one of the sexiest women asking me to make love to her and there was Pushpa, waiting for me to take her to the stars, forever. As I said it before, men's conscience is fragile. So I chose to make love to Priya. I lifted Priya and took her to her bed. She eked out a hushed moan when I lifted her and pressed my head between her boobs. By then her nipples were erect. Putting her on the bed, I unbuttoned all the buttons and removed the nightie. She was there in front of me, stark naked. Her boobs were now perky and funnel shaped. I sucked one while I squeezed the other nipple. "Play with it... but finger my pussy. It is on fire. Finger it. Please..." she pleaded, with her eyes half closed. I looked at her cleanly shaven pink pussy. It was glistening in light. For sure, she was wet. "Finger it. Lick it. Fuck it... do whatever but DO something QUICKLY." She pleaded, again. I didn't listen to her. I went on licking her boobs. I pressed her boobs with both my hands and she was writhing on bed. "Here." She pointed at her pussy and twisted on the bed. She didn't want me to play around with her boobs. I continued playing with her boobs. Helplessly, she stretched her legs and tried putting her finger into it. I stopped her. "NO no no... please... touch it once. I mean, lick it. Please please please." She wailed. I didn't touch it even. My morality was not the issue. I wanted to build an intense orgasm in her. So the pussy heating was a prerequisite. Priya was too restless now. She wrapped her legs around my neck and pulled me. Her hole was an inch away from my mouth. Before I could continue to tease her more, she gave a push and my mouth got clamped to her hole. "Lick it. I beg you." She said resting on her elbows on the bed. I held her ass to support her body to remain hanging in air. I started licking it. Really! A woman's juice is the best thing for a man to taste. She was moaning in pleasure. I put her on the bed and parted her vaginal lips. She was more than happy to allow it. Not just that, she pulled my hair to lick her walls. I didn't fail in it. I licked it till she madly hit the bed a couple of times. And then that damsel SQUIRTED. She squirted with such force that her fluid wetted the wall behind me. Darn the hotel walls and the hotelier for charging so much from us. That violent gush of fluid mellowed Priya and she whimpered on bed. But now she was not in charge. I was. I started licking her boobs, one after another. She allowed me by raising her hands for an obstruction free passage. But there was no encouragement. No moans of appreciation. Only silence. A smile on her face was the implicit pat on my back. I started eating her boobs with violence now. I bit her nipples and left hundreds of love bites. Her entire chest was filled with polka dots of love bites; something to be proud of. It took some time for her to gain some energy. She looked at her chest and smacked her head lightly. "What you did here?" she asked. Do you think I answered? Was I in a position to answer? I parted her legs and put my middle finger into her throbbing pussy. She was wet and slippery. She took my finger easily. There was enough room for another member. I put three fingers now. Still not enough. I put four fingers and gave her jerks. She arched on the bed stretching her neck backwards. I kissed her neck and she embraced me. Tightly. "Please fuck me." She whispered in my ears. "Okay." I said and stood between her legs. She looked at me hungrily and stretched her legs. Slowly her pussy opened. When I put my cock on her pussy, she shivered. Might be for the warmth or for the size. I looked at her, and she blinked her eyes to signal me, she was ready. When was I not prepared? I entered into her, slowly and gradually. Her walls were slowly opening up for a new member in it. And Priya gasped. I gave her thrusts. Initially she screamed but soon her body got accustomed to it. It was a pleasurable ride after that. "Fuck... faster..." I took time to catch speed. Now I was hitting her with such force that the mahogany bed was creaking. Her moans and her squeaks provided the chorus. "I want doggy now." I said. Interestingly, she knew what it was and was on her fours. I spit on her asshole. "No... not there." She requested. By then I had warded off her hand. I dabbed her asshole with a finger smeared in lubricant. Then I finger drilled it. Then with the middle finger. "Get ready for a rough ride." I said and took out my cock. She was so much into the fucking game she went on pushing herself even though I had already pulled my cock out. She didn't want my cock to be out of her pussy. Tears rolled down when I pierced my cock into her asshole. It didn't go. She was bleeding now but I was too aroused to leave it untried. I, holding her hands on her back, pushed and pushed till I was completely inside. She was now sobbing in pain. I didn't thrust. I kept myself still till she relaxed. "Shall I now?" I asked. She nodded. I thrust her slowly. Then I started fucking her asshole. Then I was pounding her asshole with all force. "No no. Notttttttt... no no. It's ohhh yes... feeling ... GOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD." I didn't know what language she was speaking because I couldn't make anything out of it. I rammed her asshole for a good fifteen minutes. Then I turned her and fucked her pussy. We both were sweaty, by now. Our bodies were intertwined and locked. She was my girl now and I was hers. Did I say we laughed in between? Yes, we laughed as I fucked her in missionary. We laughed at each other's helplessness, at each other's immaturity, and at each other's situations. I fucked her laughingly and she laughed for being fucked so wildly. Then that laugh got vanished and she was grimacing. Her thighs' muscles tightened and she fisted the bed cover before she squirted again, spraying all her fluid on my tool and on me. I was drenched in her fluid. "Thank you." She uttered and collapsed. I still went on pounding her pussy. Each thrust was now getting echoed in the silence of the night. Her moans made the silence deeper. "Where?" I asked. My hold was now getting stronger. She knew I was going to release the load. "Everywhere." She suggested. I was not in a position to decide that. I pounded and pounded till I reached my climax. "Priyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... awhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..." I hollered and sprayed my seeds all over her body. There was a sudden dip in my energy level and I fell on her. Her soft fleshy boobs provided the much needed cushion. My head bumped on them and bounced. I slept over her. My flaccid cock slipped out of her slippery cunt. She embraced me tightly for making her feel like a woman. "What's now?" I asked after I regained consciousness. Priya smiled but I could see pain in her eyes. "I want you for myself." "Means?" I asked. "You haven't married my sister, yet. Don't marry now. I know it is wrong but it will save three of us." She said and kissed my forehead. I kissed her back but didn't reply. We slept over one another with our arms wrapped. On the next morning, when the sun rose, it was a new day. And I was happy. "Priya... Priya?" I called for her. Priya came wearing only my shirt. Her thighs were sparkling in the golden sunlight. She put her feet on my chest and raised her shirt while swaying her hips. I was hard on instantly. I held her and pulled her to the bed. She screamed in excitement. "How many times do you want this?" she asked. "Seven times a day." "Office?" her excitement was now replaced with a puzzling face. I put the cock inside her and she arched back. "What office? You will go to office. As a man, my work is to keep my woman satisfied." I said while pounding her. Sex in the morning was such a nice breakfast, I didn't know that. "I would love to have such a husband how keeps me happy every single..." she stopped suddenly because the poundings were such that she was starting to feel the heat, literally. "Wow, you are my man. I want you, no one else. I can't share you... just... Ohhhh... just... fuck me... keep doing that..." "And your sister?" I asked the same question I asked last night. "Fuck her... I want you..." I didn't understand. 'Fuck her?' "You mean?" "Nothing. I know... fuck... god... I know... how to... HANDLE itttt.." "How?" Now I held her shoulders and rammed her pussy. She was screaming allowed. "I... GODDDDDDDDDDD... FUCKKKKKKKK... will tell... MY FAMILY... OH MY GODDD... That... I WAS... FUCK..." she was gasping in between. I stopped fucking to let her tell her part. "Tell now." "Man, I will die in happiness. 1 min." she breathed in and relaxed. "I will tell my family that I knew this guy and was in love. They will understand that." She said a good idea. In happiness, I started ramming. "Do you take Viagra?" she asked me for my energy levels. Little did she know that her body was the Viagra I had. Now I was climaxing to my orgasm. I asked, 'where?' She opened her mouth. I corked her mouth with my loads of cum. She gasped, coughed and swallowed. "Ohhhhh, I am tired." She said. I stood there with my hands on my hips. "Are you sure you want to marry me?" I asked because I was no way a good match for her in looks. But yes, in other ways, I knew I could surpass her. "Want? I beg of you. Really. I have never been this happy." She said and curled on the bed. I lay beside her. "Only for sex?" I asked. She just shook her head. "Only for love." She said and put her hands over me. In no time, we both were asleep.