My Pregnant times Part II Loved By Sis-in-Law By Alisha
Three months have been passed and I was confirmed pregnant. I used to spend my time cuddling my belly inspecting its growth and always tried to get a symptom of a baby growing inside me. Fortunately I did not have to face much aftereffects of pregnancy like nausea etc. The family was very happy to hear about the arrival of a new baby. My husband was not getting any leaves to come and see me. He sent me lot of letters and spent a good fortune on overseas calls to assure me that he would be present when the delivery is expected. So I was left alone with my baby growing inside my womb and I spent time watching for each and every move he would make. All were certain that the child was going to be a boy, as there had been no girl child in their family for a long time. Sex determination of a baby is banned in India, so as to prevent people aborting babies when they knew are going to be girls. A girl child means an additional burden to a family whichever religion and caste to which she belongs. Even if a woman is self-earning she may have to give dowry to her husband's family. By all these reasons an arrival of a child is most unwelcome in Indian families. Predictably a time is going to come when men have to marry men for want of a suitable woman alternative if the trend is continuing. In Tamil Nadu state there is one caste who insert a grain into the mouth of a newborn girl so as to kill her immediately after delivery.
My in-laws started to take more and more care about me and my baby., to the stage that I began to hate being pregnant. There were some rituals to be performed each month. Everyone of the village knew the extremely private news like regularity of my periods and the date on which the delivery is expected. I felt that the village folk had nothing else to discuss other than my pregnancy and delivery. There was not possible to hide anything from the villager's prying eyes. There were women who had the habit of visiting houses and during these visits they exchanged the internal secrets they gathered from one house to the other. I was a fancy attraction to them it seemed. I got accustomed to a guest coming to our house and if she is aged 40+ she would soon enter my room without knocking and soon I may have to show my belly to her. She would inspect the belly and pass some comment about the possible delivery date, sex of the baby etc. At first I felt it extremely repulsive and revolting to allow another person to touch my intimate parts but I had no escape. If I threw them out I would be labeled as an arrogant bride not accustomed to a decent family life. I have to be diplomatic first and win the hearts of not only my in-laws but the public too. Planter's family is one of the richest in the village and the new bride of Planter's family has to be co-cordial, commanding respect and willing to give a helping hand for those in need. There is not much privacy in villages like in cities where nobody bothers who you are and what you do. In villages if you go to a shrine to pray then it is news. Why did she go? What is peculiar for the day? Hundreds of questions linger in everyone's mind. You can't reply all of them, that's the way village is! You cannot change their habits, better you change yourself.
My mother-in-law asked my sister in law to share the bed with me. A pregnant lady should not be slept alone. If some emergency happened at night, someone had to be with her. Since my husband was away and it was improper to ask me to sleep with my in-laws, they decided to put my husband's sister as my bedroom companion. She is younger than me. She was studying for graduation at that time. She was a hostel inmate earlier but she then changed to a day scholar and she used to wake up early and start to college before 8 a.m. She was a hardworking student. She used to study till midnight and I thought that she had no other interest on earthen matters other than study. I did not like to share my room with any other person. But I had no opinion at my in-laws house and they had a genuine reason for putting her into my room. Even though we were two women and she being only two or three years younger to me we were not having an intimate relation. We did not get much opportunity too. She was busy with her studies and exams most of the time and did not spend much time in my company.
As per the doctor's advice I had to apply cream to my nipples and make them bigger. I was afraid about my kid finding it difficult to drink breast milk due to my fault. So whenever I go to sleep I applied some butter to my areola and nipples and tried to make my nipples bigger using my fingers. My mother in law had noticed that I took butter from the kitchen at nights. She asked me whether I want butter to eat, then I had to tell her about my nipples and the doctor's advice. This made she also to take much care and she used to take butter to my room at night and put it on my table and leave. I used to remove my blouse and apply butter to my breasts and nipples and make the nipples taut and high. But when my sister in law started to live in my room, I found it difficult to continue the practice. So I took the butter to the bathroom and applied it there after closing the door.
My sister in law's name was Raji. She asked me about the butter issue and I told her the reasons. From that day onwards she started taking butter to my room. But I did not give her any opportunity to see my nipple growing procedures. I would retire to the bathroom and would apply butter there. One night I went to the bathroom and closed the door from inside. It was a cold night and I was feeling very lonely and horny. There was no letters from my husband for a long time. I felt very much isolated and felt happy only when I touch my growing belly. There was no mirror in my bathroom to inspect my growth and I did not dare to inspect in the room while my sister in law was studying. I was afraid it might divert her attention from studies. I put the butter away on the ventilator glasses. I thought a shower might be good for me to suppress my sexual crave which I was feeling at that night. So I went for a shower, thinking of the times with my doctor and the other patient. Enjoying the water massage over my breasts, stroking nipples and pinching them at the same time until they become hard. Imagined them, the way the doctor was massaging the pregnant lady's big breasts and the deep forest between her legs, while my hand's slipping down my body, fallowed by the showerhead, reaching for my sprouting bush, my fingers disappearing in it. Spreading my pussy lips and pointing the shower into my pussy, I stood there. What a feeling! I was just standing and shaking like before. Felt like lying down, but standing position gave me more pleasure. I held the sprinkler head on it and stroke it with another hand.
Carefully, tenderly, I probed it with one finger, caressing the walls inside, twisting the finger, taking it out. My pussy was open and asking for more. Entered two more, continued to play. My index finger and thumb were free to caress my clit, while shower exaggerated the effect. I closed my eyes, licked my lips. Sprinkler head back on my tits. Pity my other hand is not free to caress my tits. Moaning quietly, pushing my knees together, shaking my hips, goose bumps all over me. I made the ceramic tiles on the wall wet and warm and pressed my back against it. Raised my leg on the edge of the bathtub, letting my fingers loose. Lowered the sprinkler underneath my puss, pointing it against my holes and the area in between. Licking my shoulder. Three fingers inside my puss were like part of it, circling, in and out. I was dieing out! Then, I've done something special. Took all the fingers out and licked them clean, first one by one, then all together, tasting myself - I was so wet and horny! And then it was, I probed my back passage with my little finger and my puss with my middle and ring fingers! Moving them in slow pace. Tried to move them separately, but that didn't worked, or it was me who didn't know how. But I managed to hold my puss fingers still and to move the one in my ass! Then I saw a movement at the closed door outside. There was a small gap between bathroom door and the floor. So the shadow of some movement outside the door caught my attention. Was it my sister in law near the door, or was the shadow created by some other movements in the room?. I was not clear. I felt guilty about masturbating when I was pregnant and I should be more responsible and a mother like. But I was behaving like a slut in the bathroom. I did not get any mood to apply the butter and proceeded outside. I looked at my sister in law. She was sitting at her table writing notes. She was lost in her thoughts and I guessed she might not have come to the door. I then combed my hair and lied on the bed.
After some time my sister in law went to the bathroom. When she came out she was carrying the butter in her hand. "Didi, you forgot to apply your butter today?!", she asked. (Didi means elder sister). "Yes, I am not doing it today, I don't have a mood", I replied. "Didi, why are you sad, is it because my brother is away". "No, nothing like that, I just feel tired". "I know, Didi, you miss him, no, poor Didi I know why you are sad". "Its cold night, and you miss bhai's cuddles and kisses, no?" "No dear, its not that, I feel tired". "Didi, will you get angry if I ask you something?" "No, ask" "Do my brother put his thing in you everyday". "You naughty, how dare you ask about your brother?" "No, I am just curious, whom else can I ask about such things, I too have to marry no?" "Well, its our fate", I could not hide my disappointment. "Didi, don't get angry if I ask something, have you loved anybody before marriage?" "Yes, I loved one but we didn't talk about marriage, and before we meet again I was married to your brother", I said. "You were classmates?" "No, he was one year senior to me?" "Have you kissed each other?" "No, we have walked and talked that's all" "Then Didi, how's my brother, is he loving" "Yes, why did you ask such questions?" "Because I know, he is not a lovable type, he is always mean, he want his own pleasure and he never give a damn about others".I felt the talk is going to be dangerous. I decided not to comment on the remarks.
She then came close to me and put one hand on my shoulder and hugged me. "Didi, its so cold this night, shall we share the same bed?", she asked me. "No, you may kick at my belly in sleep, besides I prefer to sleep alone", I said. "Oh, Didi, I wont kick you, I want to be close to you, its so cold today and I feel shivering, see my hairs on my arms, they are standing up". I looked at her arms. What she said was correct. Her small hairs on hands were rousing as if in emotion. In fact she was having lot of hair on her hands and around her chin. There was a dark shade of moustache too, on a close inspection I could see tiny hairs forming a very thinly visible moustache for her. She then touched my right hand and traced it from shoulder to the wrist. Her touch was so soft and I felt ticklish. "Didi, you are so lucky, you don't have any hair on your hands, so smooth like cream. I am cursed with this hair on my hands. My friends often shame me commenting about it", she said. "Why they comment on it, most of the women have hairs on their arms, no?, in fact its lovely to see it. You are very good complexion and the small hairs look so cute no, why are you depressed?", I asked. "No Didi, you don't know, the reason for I skipped hostel is this hair. The girls call me hairy Raji. I have done so much to remove them, but they keep on growing, oh how lucky you are, you are so smooth unlike me", she was moving her fingers on my hand and I saw some goose bumps appearing near inside of my knees. She was running her fingers to and fro on my hand, and on her upside move, she made the hands of my night dress rolled up and up until my right hand was bare down from the shoulders. I felt she was trying to touch my armhole once in a while busy talking. Anyway the subject interested me too. In my case I was thinking that my hands lacked the small hairs and so they are becoming rougher on the surface. The women having hairs on their arms have an oily appearance and in most cases their arms are so soft to touch. "You could apply some cream on your hands and remove the hairs, if you want that bad", I offered her an idea. "Didi, I have tried all that, I applied hair removing creams, shaved my hands using razors, they become stronger only". "No, never shave using a razor, that will cut your hairs. And it will make them growing faster. Where did you get a razor anyway?", I asked. "Oh, Didi, you don't know, girls have those disposable type razors in their room. Most of them use it shave their pussies", she offered. My, my!, the topic was getting hotter. I felt a slight tickling in my armpits and I noticed that my sister in law had put her fingers in my armpits and was searching there for hairiness. I had shaved my armpits and hairs were only started sprouting before two weeks. Soon she was touching the tips of my armpit hairs and without any abash she took her fingers to her nose and sniffed. "Oh, Didi, why do you shave at your armpits, you have rougher hair there". "Dear, I used to shave them once in two months. I am an always sweating type woman you know, so I feel sticky there". "But, Didi you smell so good, I feel envy of my brother, shall I say that your smell excite me in a way, how lucky my brother to have you lay by his side, with your fruity fragrance". She rubbed deliberately in my armpits and boldly applied her fingers to her nose and acted like she was deeply inhaling it.
I felt the girl was behaving crazy even though it excited me in some way. But I was not interested to promote what I had suspected like a lesbian tendency. It was not because I was a puritan but I did not like to be with a girl in our family and I had to keep my dignity and authority as bride of the family intact. So I decided to change the subject and said, "Ok, Raji, I feel like sleepy, let me rest and you can take care of your studies". "But Didi, you did not use your butter today!". "Oh, no, I don't feel like in a mood today, lets skip it" "Didi, please I may help you, let me rub it on you". "No, please leave me, Raji what are you doing?" But she was not listening to me; she took a dollop of butter and applied to my breasts, which was naked in my nightdress as I was not wearing a bra. All this happened in one instant so I could not prevent it. I got angry and pushed her a little bit away. "No, its not the way to apply, you have spoiled my dress. Ants will come in night with the butter sticking on the robe". "Oh, don't get angry Didi please, I just acted on impulse. Didi, I was interested to see your breasts. I was worrying about my case when my mother told me about your problem. See I too have very small nipples", saying this she unbuttoned her shirt and flashed me her breasts. I was stunned for an instant at the unexpected and beautiful display of her cute breasts to me. They were two pert darlings, a little conical and indeed the nipples were not that big. I felt they were smaller compared to me, but she was younger to me then. "You don't use a bra?", I asked. "No, Didi why would we wear them at nights. You are also of habit of not wearing them no?", she once again put her hands in my nightie and cupped my breasts. I was unable to say any reply. I looked at her conical pale coloured breasts. They were looking at me with proud about their shape, they were not of sagging type. I bet them would remain the same shape for long years to come. Her nipples were not black but of a brown color. I suppressed an instant desire to touch them. But the girl was not going to leave me alone. "Didi, why do your doctor complain your nipples are small, look they are getting bigger in my hands. Wow, they are a little pairs, you darlings, look how they appear so creamy, oh, Didi your tits are so soft and creamy, well is it because you apply butter to them. Ah!, they indeed are butter like. Why don't you remove the nightie and spread the butter as you do everyday. Well, let me help you, Didi please"
She had opened my nightie by unzipping it from the front and yanked it to my midriff over my shoulders. She sought the butter she had already applied on my chest and started rubbing it around my breasts. Even though I found repulsive to the idea I felt she was softer in touch and she was applying it better than me. Or was I feeling like that due to the change of hands. One gets excited when another person touches her intimate parts than touching there by herself. I think that is a weakness of women. Men are often bold and at ease when jerking off him, but when a woman tries to imitate the same she actually likes some other person man/woman doing it to her. I don't think women may disagree at this point. If you ask any women about the best fantasy she visualise when pleasuring herself and analyse the result you are sure to find that none fantasise about touching her by herself. Even though she may be rubbing and fingering herself, she is fantasising that the hands belongs to some other. While I was busy in my thoughts, my sister in laws expert hands were rubbing my breasts with the cold butter and soon she managed to make my nipples hard rock and she was rubbing with added vigour and with an evil shine in her jet black eyes.
"Didi, let me see if someone can suck properly from your nipples, don't worry I don't bite you". The bold girl was forcing me to lay fixed to the bed with both her hands on my hands and she sucked my teats like a greedy starving child. Her own tits were moving up and down with the small brown cherry at their tops. I could not help but stare at those inviting pairs. "Didi, no milk here, and here too, when will it start milk coming out of your boobs?" "I have no idea". "Well Didi, what do you think of my breasts are they too small, please feel ", she grabbed my hands and lead them to her tits. I reluctantly touched them. What was I doing?. Rubbing my husband's sister's bare chest. What would someone think if someone enter the room and see us? But the morality is short living once you start an amorous adventure. I could not help but take her small nipples and tried to pull them out from those areolas. They were rough and taut like a dried grape fruit. I took some butter from my breasts and applied it to her nipples and tried to soften them. I felt it more exciting now. I imagined myself in place of my husband when he did those naughty things to me. I felt like a naughty boy who got a surprise gift to feel a girl's boobs. Well I felt damn juicy down below. Was my cunt overflowing?. No!, I have to stop this, I decided. I was playing too much to the tune of my sister in law. So I stood up and said, "Ok, Raji, that's enough. Now let me go to sleep". I did not wait to see her response. I rushed to the bathroom and came out after putting right my nightdress and done the other thing. Pregnant ladies have to go more often to the toilets than others. When I came back my sister in law had moved to the corner and was not looking at me. I could see frustration , desperation and possibly anger on her face about my reluctance and neglect towards her amorous attempts. She was reading a book and copying notes from it. She was facing my bed from her point of view. To sleep I had to face her. In India it is customary to sleep either from south to north or from east to west direction. Sleeping in the direction of south is a taboo, as it indicates death. When one is dead he would be put lying towards south. When buildings are constructed wells or digs are not constructed on southern side which may cause death to the house owner. Tamarind trees are planted at south direction in belief to prevent premature death. I don't know how much scientific support is there for this theory, but sleeping towards south will cause conflict between the magnetic field in our body and the magnetic pole of Earth.
I had to sleep facing her and the light was on. So I put a scarf on my eyes and proceed to sleep. This is a practice most of the people do who does not want light on when they sleep, especially in train journeys and hostels where some may be studying and some may want sleep. After getting pregnant, I was prevented from sleeping on sides or on my stomach. It was habitual for me to hike my legs and put it on bed in a V fashion in deep sleep. I put a sheet to cover me and shut my eyes. I was a sound sleeper and soon I went to a sleep. But I was awaken by a movement at my legs. I opened my eyes and tried to look around through the scarf. It was obvious that I had slept for an hour or so. The light was still on. The scarf was thin like a veil, so I could get a semi transparent view through it. I had put my legs in V fashion in my sleep but the sheet was moved away from me and my legs were bare at the end. I was wearing an underskirt and a long robe (nightie which is a popular dress for women at home in India now a days as it give more room to air circulation if we do not wear panties and at the same time cover all of the body like a purdha which Muslim women wear).
When my eyes got focused I had seen that my legs were bare and the nightie along with the underskirt had got hiked to my knees in my sleep. I found someone was standing in a bow position at the end of my cot. Then it came clear that my sister in law was bowing and was obviously looking at my bared legs. I wondered what might have caused her distraction. Had I done anything in my sleep to distract her attention from study, I wondered. I tried to clear my view, but if I remove my scarf she would understand that I was awake. I wanted to see what was she doing without disturbing her posture. Was it some bug or mosquito drinking my blood? Was she waiting to kill any insect biting me in sleep? I tried to sharp my focus of view through the scarf . Then I understood that my sister in law had also hiked her skirt and was closely looking at my legs. I could not see clear through the scarf. I then turned to the side as if in sleep and by a small move with fingers I made the portion of scarf above my eyes to a single fold from a multiple fold. After some time I again changed to the previous position, this time spreading my legs a bit wider.
Now I was getting almost a clear view of the surrounding through the scarf and at the same time my sister in law could not see my eyes looking from outside. She was sitting on a chair facing me with a frustrated look. Her skirt was hiked and she had put her legs on the edges of my cot. She was sitting like a hunter waiting for his prey. She was grunting her teeth and was muttering something. When I regained my original position she became a little calm. She left the chair and came close to me and was looking at my bare legs. She put her hand on my leg like a feather and felt my leg hair. I had some very small hairs on my calves. I looked at hers. She was hairy in that department like her hands. There was a green shadow of hair on her calves and she then went back to chair. She pressed her bare thighs like a wrester and in the other instant she came to me again. She was obviously trying to look between my legs, but she could not see anything, as light was not falling on my thighs in my V position. She then put her arm on my kneecap and pressed a bit firmly. I did not move. That might have encouraged her. She put two of her fingers into my already hiked skirt and nightie and spread them wider until they became sufficiently wider like an umbrella top. By a clever move she hiked it again and almost half of my thighs were bare then. She again charged back to the chair and sat there facing me while keeping her legs wider and the feet resting on my cot.
I guessed she had got some advantageous view by my manipulated posture. She was feeling her bare thighs from one end to other end using her fingers moving faster like sweeping. I could see her tiny hairs rousing and she was making goose bumps all over her thighs. She again came to me and hiked my dress for one inch or so. She moved back to her vintage position and again started making goose bumps. This went on for about ten minutes. She would come to me one instant and hike my dress one inch and go back. Finally most of my thigh was bared and she was getting more and more excited with her experiments. I did not made any move, although I was feeling cold by the exposing of my body. By this time she had hiked whole of her dress above her waist and was sitting on the chair with her butt naked. She then spread her legs wider and I could see her pussy hairs clearly. She was very much hairy between her legs too. Due to the thick condensation of her pussy hair I could not trace the shape of her pussy. She had been growing a fine mat of hair between her legs. Only she could locate her vagina through the dense bush between her legs. She then put one finger into her vaginal top and with the other hand she was trying to crush her right breast. She soon attained a rhythm of putting one finger permanently manipulating her pussy and the using the other hand she was alternatively crushing her breasts. It remembered me the occasions when I masturbated watching porno movies when I was home alone. Her grunting voices became more and more audible and I could smell a faint smell of pussy juice in our room. It should not have emitted from mine. I felt a sudden sympathy and at the same time an appreciation about her wicked daring acts. I could never get such courage to act wild. She was more and more leaning backwards on her chair and her legs were getting wider and wider. She was placing her legs on the cot and moving her pussy to my direction like alphabet M, but in a very slanting form. After some five minutes she gathered more courage and came to me and with one final dashing move made my pussy visible to her. She cried a 'hah' seeing that my pussy was clean shaved. She would never have expected me with a shaved pussy. She gagged herself to suppress the sound and ran back to her chair. What followed was a totally unforgettable picture of frantic female masturbation. She was using me as her sexual awakening object and was frigging her pussy like a mad woman. She made more and more grunting voice and was busy inserting more and more fingers into her bushy pussy. She shed all her clothes and became totally nude. She was running around my cot fingering herself madly. I have never seen such a wild woman in my life. She was like snake in heat and completely berserk. Was she never thinking that I might be awake? Was she not giving any damn to get caught in her wild acts? She then inserted one finger into her ass and other into her pussy. Finally she collapsed near me in bed. I could hear her frantic deep breath like an asthma patient. But I decided not to hurt her by waking up. After some time she jerked away and put on her dress and switched off the light. After an instant I felt her hands on my pussy. She put her palm on my pussy like an eagle snatching a chicken. I did not move it for about five minutes and then she cupped there for one second. She was lying on my left side, she put my loose hand and lead into her hairy pussy mound. I did not like to wake up. She tried to cup her pussy using my hands. But I stayed like a corpse not giving any help. Finally she got irritated and moved to my right side over me. She then kept her left palm on my bald pussy and keeping it there, she used her right hand to masturbate again. I don't remember when I actually started sleeping.
When I was awake, my sister in law had arranged my dress properly and she had put morning tea on the table. I wondered how my husband's sister became such a wild sexy woman risking anything for her pleasure while my hubby was never such sex crazy. I wondered how did she learn all those wicked tricks at such an early stage. I got the answers after some weeks.
(To be continued) Send your comments to alisha69ksk2002@yahoo.co.in