Steamy encounter with my SisterInlaw

“Prijesh, your sandwich is ready!” I called out, balancing the plate in one hand and a mug of steaming tea in the other. I navigated the cosy, dimly lit living room.

I glanced over at the couch. My husband’s younger sister, Shrejal, lay sprawled out, engrossed in a reality show on TV. The soft fabric of our matching nighties hugged our curves, hinting at the secrets they kept hidden beneath.

“Thanks, Sandhya,” Prijesh said, grabbing the plate from me. He took a bite. I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lingered on Shrejal’s bare legs peeking out from the hem of her short nighty.

Shrejal looked up, catching our gaze, and giggled. “What are you two lovebirds staring at?” she asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

“Just admiring your choice of TV shows,” Prijesh said with a smirk, his eyes flicking back to the screen before returning to me. “But maybe we could all watch something together.”

Shrejal’s smile grew wider as she sat up, crossing her legs, causing her nighty to ride up even higher. “Oh, I don’t mind,” she said sweetly. “What do you guys prefer?”

“How about a movie?” I suggested, setting the mood with a double meaning. “Something… fun.”

Shrejal’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “What kind of fun?” she asked, playing along. She reached for the remote, her nighty sliding down, revealing the top of her lacy bra.

“How about something with a bit of… drama?” I replied. Shrejal’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights, her curiosity piqued.

“I like thrillers,” she said, her tone making it clear she knew exactly what I meant. She scooted closer, our thighs touching through the fabric of our nighties. The heat from her body was palpable.

Prijesh cleared his throat, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. “I think I need to sleep,” he said, setting his plate aside. “You two can enjoy the movie.”

Shrejal and I exchanged a knowing glance. Her hand grazed my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through me. “Sure, we’ll keep it down,” I promised, my voice laced with a double meaning. As Prijesh disappeared into the bedroom, the air in the room thickened with anticipation.
The TV flickered to life with a seductive scene, and I turned the volume down low. We leaned into each other, our nighties brushing against one another’s skin. “Is this the kind of drama you had in mind?” she whispered, her breath hot on my neck.

“Mmhmm,” I murmured, feeling my pulse quicken. I slid my hand over her thigh, feeling the heat and the softness of her skin. Shrejal leaned closer, her eyes glued to the TV screen as the scene grew more heated. “This is definitely… interesting,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

I nodded, my heart racing. “It’s got all the right elements,” I agreed, my hand moving higher up her leg. The simple cotton of her nighty was no match for the fire between us.

“Well, you see,” I began, “the movie’s plot is like a dance. Two people, drawn together by an irresistible force.” My hand inched higher up her thigh, feeling the goosebumps rise in response.

Shrejal’s breathing grew shallower, her eyes never leaving the screen. “Yeah?” she whispered, her voice thick with curiosity. “What kind of dance?”

“The kind where the leading ladies can’t keep their hands to themselves,” I said, my hand reaching the apex of her thighs. The movie’s soundtrack of sultry whispers and soft moans played in the background, a soundtrack to our silent seduction.

Shrejal’s eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she shifted slightly, giving my hand better access. “Oh, I see,” she murmured, her voice a purr. “And what happens next?”

“Well,” I said, my fingers tracing the edge of her panties, “sometimes, the dance leads to… intimate moments.”

Shrejal’s eyes remained on the screen, but she was no longer watching the actors. She was watching my hand, which had moved to caress her inner thigh.
The fabric of our nighties was thin, and I could feel the heat emanating from her core.

“Intimate moments?” she repeated, her voice a seductive whisper.

“Mm, like this,” I said, my fingertips grazing the damp fabric covering her pussy. She gasped, her body jolting slightly.

Shrejal’s eyes widened, but she didn’t protest as my hand moved further, my fingers brushing her panties. She leaned into my touch, her breath hitching.

“You know, Prijesh might not like this,” she whispered, but her body was telling a different . Her legs parted slightly, giving me more room to explore.

“Shh,” I said, placing a finger to her lips. “Let’s not spoil the surprise.” I slid my hand under her nighty, my heart racing as I felt the smoothness of her bare skin.

“But, but…” she stammered, her protests weakening as my hand found its way to her panties. Her breath hitched again as I lightly brushed the fabric over her clit.

“You’re ready to wet,” I whispered, my voice low and filled with desire. Shrejal’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. But she remained silent, her eyes still glued to the TV.

“What are you doing?” she breathed out, though she didn’t stop me from slipping my hand inside her panties. My fingers found her slick folds. I began to play with them, spreading her wetness around her sensitive clit.

Shrejal’s eyes darted to mine, and for a moment, I thought she’d stop me. But she didn’t. Instead, she bit her bottom lip and leaned into my hand, her hips moving in a silent plea for more.

Shrejal’s body tensed as my finger circled her clit. She squirmed, trying to keep the noise to a minimum as I teased her, the TV’s volume acting as our cover.
“Do you like that?” I whispered, my voice as soft as the fabric of our nighties.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving the screen, as if afraid that looking away would shatter the moment. “Mm,” she moaned, her voice barely above a breath. “It’s… intense.”

Her body was responding, and I knew she liked it. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her virgin tightness envelop me. She was wet, so wet. I moved my thumb back to her clit, applying a gentle pressure that made her squirm.

“What… what happens next?” she managed to ask, her voice a sultry whisper. I slid another finger into her tight pussy, feeling her warmth and wetness surround me.

“Well,” I said with a mischievous smirk, “the plot thickens.” My thumb circled her clit, pressing harder with each pass, making her body quiver.

“Mm, yes,” she whimpered, her eyes glazed over with lust. I leaned back, arching my back, pushing my boobs out, making my nighty zip open, exposing my bracovered breasts.

Shrejal’s eyes flickered down, seeing my cleavage, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. “Would you like a taste?” I offered my voice a soft purr. I reached behind my back, my movements slow, and unclipped my bra. It fell away, revealing my firm, round boobs to her eager gaze.

Shrejal’s eyes widened, and she nodded, her breath coming in quick gasps. “Yes,” she murmured, the word slipping out like a secret she hadn’t meant to share. I removed my bra with a simple twirl.

My breasts bounced slightly before settling into the cool air. “You like?” I asked with a naughty smile, watching her gaze travel over my bare chest. Shrejal licked her lips, her eyes locked on my naked breasts.

“Very much,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. I could see the want in her eyes, the kinky thoughts racing through her mind. I leaned back, giving her a better view. I took a deep breath, my chest rising, making my nipples harden into tight peaks.

“Would you like to touch?” I asked, my voice a seductive purr. She nodded eagerly, her eyes never leaving my breasts. Shrejal leaned in, her hand shaking slightly as it reached for my chest. Her fingertips grazed my nipple, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

“Nice,” she murmured, her eyes halfclosed as she took in the sight of my exposed breasts. “So… soft.” Shrejal’s hand hovered over my chest, her fingertips dancing just above my skin before finally making contact.

She traced my areola with a featherlight touch, her eyes locked on mine, searching for approval. Her eyes widened at the praise, and she grew bolder, her palm cupping my breast.

“Would you like to suck them?” I suggested, my voice low and full of need. Shrejal’s gaze darted to my mouth before dropping to my chest again. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling around my nipple. I felt my pussy clench in response.

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. Her inexperience was kinky. I found myself enjoying the way she eagerly took to this new experience. She took my nipple between her teeth, gently biting down. The sensation was electric, and I felt my pussy pulse with need.

With each nibble and suck, she grew more confident, her hand exploring my other breast, kneading and pinching. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, the sound muffled by the TV’s volume. I took her hand, my hand shaking with need, and guided it down my stomach, over my pelvis, to my throbbing pussy.

Her eyes went wide, but she didn’t resist. I slipped her fingers inside my panties, my wetness coating her hand. “Feel me,” I instructed, my voice a soft command. Shrejal’s hand was warm and tentative as she touched me, her fingers trembling. They slid over my swollen clit. She gasped.

“Wet,” she murmured, the simple word loaded with wonder and desire. “So wet.”

“Mm, yes,” I whispered, my voice low and full of need. “Keep touching me.”

Shrejal nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. She slid her hand further into my panties, her fingers gliding through my wetness. “Wow,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe. I chuckled at her innocence, guiding her hand to show her how to touch me.

“Just like that,” I said, my voice breathy. “But let’s get rid of these.”

With a wink, we both stood, our nighties slipping to the floor. Naked, we were like two goddesses in the soft glow of the TV. Shrejal’s eyes roved over my body, and I felt a thrill at her hungry gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “I’ve never seen… anyone like this.”

“Thank you,” I murmured, a naughty smile playing on my lips. “Are you a virgin?”

Shrejal nodded, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “Yes,” she said softly. “But I want to learn.”

We stood there, our bodies exposed, our hearts racing with anticipation. The air was thick with desire, and our nighties were discarded like forgotten secrets on the floor.

“Let me show you how it’s done,” I whispered, dropping to my knees in front of her. The sight of her young, untouched pussy made me even wetter. “Spread your legs,” I instructed, my voice filled with a gentle authority.

Shrejal did as she was told, her legs parting to reveal her glistening pussy. I leaned in, my mouth watering at the scent of her arousal. “Ready?” I asked, my eyes locked on hers.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice trembling with excitement. “Teach me, Sandhya.”

I leaned in closer, my mouth mere inches from her sweetness. “Let’s make this interesting,” I whispered, my tongue darting out to trace the curve of her labia. The taste of her arousal was intoxicating, making my pussy throb with anticipation.

With a gentle nudge, I encouraged her to lie back on the couch. Her legs spread wide open for me. I kissed her inner thighs, the softness of her skin against my lips as I worked my way up. “You’re going to love this,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire.

“What are you doing?” she gasped as I kissed closer to her sweet spot. “You know, the things sistersinlaw aren’t supposed to do.” I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I let my tongue speak for me. I licked her pussy, a soft, slow motion that made her squirm and gasp.

“But it feels good,” she said, her voice filled with wonder and a hint of mischief. “So good.” I nodded, smiling against her skin. “Mmhmm,” I murmured, my tongue tracing patterns on her clit. She arched her back, pushing her breasts towards me, and I took the hint.

My hands cupped her firm, young tits, squeezing gently. “These are so perfect,” I whispered, licking my lips as I took in the sight of her. “Just like ripe fruit, begging to be tasted.” I leaned in, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and rolling it with my tongue.

Shrejal’s breath hitched, her body responding to my touch. “Oh, Sandhya,” she murmured, her hands fisting in my hair. “That feels… naughty.”

“Does it?” I asked with a mischievous smile, my tongue delving into her wetness. “Or is it just… delicious?”

Shrejal’s eyes rolled back, her grip on my hair tightening. “It’s… both,” she managed to say, her voice strained.

“Oh, oh, Sandhya,” she whimpered, her hips rocking against my face. The simple, naughty words grew more urgent, more demanding. “Don’t stop.”

My tongue danced around her clit, flicking and teasing until she was panting, her body tightening around my fingers. “I’m going to cum,” she whispered, the confession barely audible.

“Good girl,” I murmured, my mouth moving faster. “Cum for me, Shrejal.”

Shrejal’s body tensed, her eyes squeezing shut. “Sandhya,” she gasped, my name a plea on her lips. And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her pussy pulsing around my tongue.

Her juices flooded my mouth, sweet and tangy, a flavour I’d come to crave. I lapped it all up, savouring every drop as she moaned and trembled above me. It was a simple act, but oh so kinky.

“Oh, Sandhya,” she gasped, her body still convulsing with pleasure. “That was… wow.” Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and disbelief.

“It’s just the beginning,” I assured her with a wink, licking my lips clean of her sweet juices. “Now, it’s your turn to taste the forbidden.”

Shrejal’s eyes widened with curiosity, and she nodded eagerly. I laid back on the couch, my legs spread wide, offering her my dripping pussy. “Come here,” I whispered, the kinkiness of the moment making my voice husky.

Her eyes darted to my wetness, and she licked her lips, a mix of excitement and nerves playing across her features. She knelt between my legs, her face level with my . “I’ve never…” she began, her voice trailing off.

“It’s okay,” I assured her, my hand resting on her cheek. “Just do what feels good.” I guided her head closer, my thumb gently pushing her chin down. She took a deep breath, her eyes closing as she leaned in.

Her mouth hovered over my pussy, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine. Then, with a soft moan, she took the plunge, her tongue darting out to taste my wetness. The sensation was electric, a simple yet kinky thrill that made my toes curl.

“Mm,” she murmured, her eyes opening to meet mine, her lids heavy with desire. “So… good.” I nodded, a smug smile playing on my lips. She was a natural.

Shrejal leaned in closer, her tongue tracing my slit, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Your pussy is so sweet,” she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. “I want more.”

“Take it. Prijesh also liked it,” I urged, my voice thick with desire. “It’s all for you.” I watched as she eagerly obeyed, her tongue delving deeper into my folds, her nose nuzzling against my clit. The sensation was incredible, a simple yet kinky act that had my body on fire.

“You’re doing great. Your mouth feels the same as Prijesh’s,” I whispered, my hand tangling in her hair. Her eyes met mine, questioning, but I just nodded, my hand guiding her closer.

She was doing just fine, better than I could have ever hoped. I felt myself getting closer to the edge, my hips moving in rhythm with her tongue.

“Oh, yes,” I breathed, my voice low and needy. “Just like that.” My fingers curled into the couch cushions as she licked and sucked, her inexperience only adding to the kinky thrill.

“Mm, you’re getting it,” I whispered, my voice filled with lust. “Just a little more.”

“You’re going to make me cum,” I told her, my voice a mix of praise and command.

Shrejal looked up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She nodded, eager to make it happen. “Okay,” she murmured, her mouth still full of my pussy, while her hands pressed my boobs. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling around my clit.

My pussy clenched around her tongue, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips. “I’m cumming,” I gasped, the words a declaration of the simple yet kinky pleasure I felt.

My pussy clenched, and with a final flick of her tongue, I came. My cum spurted into her mouth. “Mm, yes,” I moaned, my body shuddering with the intensity of my climax. “Lick it all, dear.”

Shrejal’s eyes widened, but she eagerly lapped at my pussy, tasting every bit of my sweet release. Her tongue darted out, catching the last drops that trickled down my thighs. “So naughty,” she murmured, her voice filled with excitement.

“Mm, yes,” I agreed, my breath still coming in gasps. “But that’s what makes it fun, right?” I reached down, my hand tangling in her hair. “You like that?”

Shrejal nodded, her mouth still full of me. She looked up, her eyes shining with a mix of mischief and curiosity.

“I want to do that to you,” she whispered.

“Scissoring,” I said, the word rolling off my tongue with a seductive edge. “It’s when we interlock our legs and grind our pussies together.” I spread my legs wider, giving her a better view of my wetness. “Would you like to try?”

Shrejal’s eyes sparkled with curiosity and a touch of excitement. “I’ve never heard of that before,” she said, her voice filled with wonder. “It’s a kinky little trick,” I whispered, my hand guiding hers to my wetness. “It’s like we’re ing each other, but with our pussies.”

I leaned in closer, our breaths mingling. “Ready to try?” Shrejal nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. We shifted on the couch, our legs entwining. Our pussies met, my wetness coating her thighs, her juices making me slick. We started slow, our hips gently rocking together.

“Mmhmm,” I murmured, my hips grinding against hers. “Do you want to use anything else in your pussy?” The question hung in the air, thick with double meaning and lust. “like cock’?”

Shrejal’s eyes grew wide with excitement, and she nodded. “I’ve never… but I want to,” she admitted with a blush.

“Don’t worry,” I assured her, a wicked smile playing on my lips. “We’ll save that for another time.” For now, we had each other, and that was more than enough.

Our bodies moved together, our pussies sliding against each other, creating a delicious friction that had us both panting. “It’s like we’re one,” she murmured, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

“Exactly,” I said, my voice a sultry purr. “We’re connected in the most intimate way possible.”

The room was filled with the soft sounds of our breathing, the occasional sigh or moan slipping out as we found our rhythm. Our bodies were slick with sweat and desire, the scent of our arousal hanging heavy in the air.

Our movements grew more urgent, our breaths quickening as we approached climax. “Cum with me,” I whispered, my voice a gentle command. Shrejal nodded, her eyes never leaving mine as we moved in perfect sync.

“I’m going to cum,” she gasped, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and shock.

“Good,” I murmured, my orgasm building. “Cum for me.”

With a final grind of our hips, we both came together, our bodies shaking with the power of our shared climax. Our pussies pulsed and throbbed, our juices mingling as we gasped for air.

“That was amazing,” Shrejal said, her voice filled with awe.

“It was,” I agreed, smoothing her hair back from her face. “And it’s just the beginning.”

And as we lay there, our bodies still trembling, we couldn’t help but wonder what other naughty adventures awaited us. The night was still young, and our appetites were insatiable.

“Let’s keep going,” I whispered, my hand sliding down to her pussy again.

There’s so much more to explore.” We switched off the TV, and it was fully dark. Shrejal nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. We shifted on the couch, our bodies moving into a sixtynine position. This was a simple, kinky move, a classic that never failed to deliver.

“You’re going to love this,” I murmured, my breath tickling her ear. She was on top, her head between my legs and my face buried in her pussy. We continued, our mouths worshipping each other’s pussy, our tongues delving deep, exploring the hidden depths.

Her taste was like a drug, making me want more, crave more of this kinky taboo. Shrejal’s body tensed above me, her pussy quivering as she approached climax. “Cum,” I whispered, the simple command filled with urgency. She did, her sweet release filling my mouth while I fed my cum into her mouth.

Our moans mingled in the darkness, a symphony of simple pleasure, kinky and raw. Her eyes rolled back, and she swallowed. The act of sharing our juices adds to the naughty thrill of the moment.

“Your pussy tastes heavenly,” I whispered, licking my lips. She blushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Mine too,” she said, her voice a breathy purr.
We kissed.

Our kiss was a mix of sweetness and naughtiness, a simple yet kinky act that seemed to encapsulate the essence of our forbidden tryst.  Her mouth tasted of me, a flavour I found myself craving more and more.

Thanks for reading the , and send me your comments to [email protected].

iSS