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reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as
exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real
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Sister-in-Law Fantasies 04 - Sex on the Road

I like to think that I am a traveler in my heart. My job involves a
lot of traveling and I look forward to each of my travels. Fortunately
my company allows me to fly when locations require more than just an
over night train journey. However, the journey I am about to write
about, although more than an overnight journey, did not allow me the
luxury of air travel.

I had to go to my wife's place, pick up her spinster, elder, sister
Nivedita, go to another city which was an overnight bus journey, and
pick up my car there and drive over a thousand kilometers to the city
in which I live and work.

I was quite excited about the trip since I love driving. However, I
was not looking forward to the first part of the trip, since I hate
traveling by bus. Fortunately, we were able to get tickets on an
air-conditioned bus, although we had to make do with the last row. The
seats in the bus were wide and very comfortable. We started late in
the evening, and it was dark even before we left the city. Each
passenger was provided a blanket to keep warm, and since I was tired
from almost two weeks of continuous traveling, I pushed my backrest
back and drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

Nivedita and me were not friends by a long shot. The few times we had
met, we suffered each other, for my wife's sake. She was quite like me
in a lot of ways. She loved driving and traveling, liked being in
control of situations, preferred being the decision-maker or at least
being consulted on things. Given the personalities we both had, it was
not surprising that we didn't see eye to eye on most things. Nivedita
grew up almost controlling my wife and her other siblings. After our
marriage Nivedita suddenly found herself not in control of her
sister's life anymore. The relationship had been strained for a while,
but then it settled down once my wife made it clear that we took our
own decisions. But enough had been done to ensure that Nivedita and me
would never be friends.

As I mentioned earlier, I am not a great fan of bus travel, so
although I was tired I kept drifting in and out of sleep. Every time I
opened my eyes, I noticed that Nivedita had her eyes open. She was
lying there, staring at the ceiling of the bus.

At some point I awoke feeling something not right. I had been in a
very deep sleep, and as my brain struggled to a conscious state, I
realized that there was a palm over my crotch. I held my eyes closed,
and enjoyed the feeling. There was no doubt as to whose palm it was. I
was shocked, yet at the same time excited.

Although I didn't particularly like her, I have always been aware of
her sexuality. She is about 5'4", and trim. She has always been very
aware of her body and took pains to maintain it with lots of time
spent in the gym and an almost obsessive control of her diet. She
wasn't much into western clothing and preferred dressing in sarees,
which was one of the few things I really liked about her. I prefer my
women in sarees.

I waited a while to see if I had been dreaming or whether Nivedita was
actually fondling me. When I was sure, I slowly opened my eyes. She
was still lying there beside me, but instead of being on her back and
staring at the ceiling, she was on her side and facing me. The moment
my eyes opened, her palm froze on my crotch. I waited, and she waited.
Apart from the gentle motion forced on it by the swaying of the bus,
her palm was frozen in place. I closed my eyes, and waited, this time
sleep was furthest from my mind. Her palm began to slowly slide off my
crotch. I grabbed her wrist with my left hand, and with my right, I
undid my zipper. Then I guided her palm into my trouser. She offered
no resistance, and once her palm was in, I left her. She wriggled
herself into my underwear and began to fondle my penis, and balls.

She took my penis in a grip and began to gently masturbate me.

I shifted on to my side and met her gaze.

"I'll have an embarrassing spot, so I should tell you to stop; but I can't."

She gave me a reassuring nod and continued to pump me. I reached out
under her blanket, and felt her breasts. The moment my fingers touched
her blouse over the nipple, she closed her eyes and sighed.

I undid the hooks on her blouse, and then pull her bra cup from over
her breast. I drew circles around her nipple. Her facial muscles
relaxed, and her breathing was hard. I leaned forward and kissed her
lips. On contact, her lips parted, and I sucked on her lower lip. Then
I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She didn't resist and soon I was
exploring her mouth with my tongue.

I was at the edge of ejaculation and told her so. She stopped jerking
me and silently slid off the seat. She got on her knees in the little
space she had and took my penis in her mouth. She proceeded to suck on
the penis, her head bouncing on my lap. I spread my thighs, making
space for her, and looked around to see if anyone had noticed.
Thankfully, the bus was dark, and there was no one on the seats on the
other side of the aisle.

When I was ready to shoot, I held her head down with my hand. She
stopped moving and continued sucking. My sperm shot out into her
mouth, and she just kept sucking. She swallowed all my cum, and then
continued sucking. I was enjoying it, and so I didn't stop her. After
a while, I noticed an urgency in her sucking and realized she had been
doing herself. When she was done, she slid back on the seat, and
turning away towards the window went to sleep. I put my penis back,
and drifted off to sleep myself.

It was six in the morning when we pulled into Bangalore city.

We had decided that we would check into a hotel room to freshen up
before going to collect the car and starting out on our way home. So
when I checked in I asked for a single room. I explained the situation
to the receptionist and she agreed to give us a room for half the day.

We had both not mentioned the events of the night, even when we woke
up in the morning. Nivedita was her normal self and I also behaved
normally. The room we were given was a tiny box. The toilet was even
smaller. I ordered for coffee and then we waited. For the first time
there was awkwardness in the air. She sat at the edge of the thin
strip of wood that served as a bed, and I parked myself on a chair
near the window. As I lit up a smoke, she opened her bag and began to
take out the clothes she would wear for the day, and her toilet
articles.

"Would you like to use the toilet first?" she asked me.

"Not particularly, you can go ahead", I told her.

"The bathroom's quite small", she noted.

"Yeah, I noticed", I agreed.

She reached to her left shoulder, where the pallu of the saree is
usually pinned up, and took off the pin. She proceeded to undrape her
saree in front of me. For a minute I wondered whether I should leave
the room and then realized that it wasn't necessary, at least not
after the previous night.

Her blouse was stitched perfectly, and it hugged her breasts well,
showing off their profile to maximum advantage. I leaned back in my
chair and let my eyes wander over her body. Her waist was slender and
then flared out to form well-rounded hips. Her underskirt clung to her
hips and fell shapelessly to her ankles. As she moved around I had a
chance to study her better. The neck of the blouse was cut deep, both
in the front and at the back. In the front, it showed off the raise of
her breasts, at the back it displayed her shoulder bones which have
always been a turn on for me, and the blouse ended just below her
breasts, that meant that as much skin as possible was on display. Her
skirt was worn low, and one could almost make out the top of the pubic
bush over the skirt's tie-thread.

"Are all you blouses cut so low?" I asked her.

She turned to me with a quizzical look, "Yes", she replied.

"Strange I never noticed how sexy your blouses are."

"I always cut them like this. Maybe you never noticed because I cover
them with my pallu", she offered.

"Then what's the use of cutting them so hot, if you are going to cover
them?" I asked with a laugh.

"Good point. I don't have an answer to that. Just that I like them like this."

Our conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"That must be the coffee", I said.

She picked up her towel and covered her chest. Then she opened the
door and took the tray of coffee from the boy. The boy's eyes stripped
her in the time she took the tray from him.

She closed the door and brought the coffee to the table. She poured
out the coffee and held it out to me. I reached out and caught the
edge of her towel and pulled it off.

"You look better like this", I smiled at her.

She smiled back and held out the coffee.

Then she sat across me as we had coffee. When she was done, she went
into the bathroom. She must have gone for a shit first, because after
four or five minutes, I heard the latch open, but she didn't come out.
Then I heard the sound of the shower. It took me all of a minute to
debate my next action.

I quickly took off my clothes and entered the bathroom. She was naked
and under the shower. Her hair clung to her head and face. Her body
sparkled as the light bounced off her wet body. She turned to me, and
her gaze fell on my erect organ. Then she turned back to the shower.

I came up behind her and put my arms around her. The water fell over
us as she turned around as we kissed.

Her hands were all over my face, she kissed like a hungry man who has
found water in the desert. My hands roamed her body, squeezing her
breasts and pinching her nipples. I roamed down to her vagina and
began to play with her clit.

I reached out and picked up the bar of soap and began to soap her
body. She stood with her legs spread out and her hands on my shoulder
as my hands roamed her body, feeling every mound and crevice. She
returned the favor and then we washed the soap off us. We toweled each
other and rushed out on to the bed.

She spread her legs and lifted them off the bed, her pink cunt
glistened with her juices, she really wanted this.

I placed my penis at the entrance to her cunt and slid it in.

She let out a groan of satisfaction as my penis buried itself into
her. Our lips met and we French kissed as my penis twitched inside her
cunt.

I began to move inside her. Her cunt was tight and she grabbed the
shaft of my penis tight. I fucked her slowly, savoring every moment
and every pump of my penis inside her.

After a quiet beginning she got more vocal as we went on. Each thrust
of mine was greeted by an exhaled grunt and each retreat of mine with
a whining inhalation.

Both of us didn't want it to end. I stopped regularly to take a break
and also to get a control on the tension in my penis.

After a while, I rolled off her and she climbed over me. She impaled
herself on my erection, and began to grind her clit against my organ.
She held me tight inside her, making each thrust count.

As her orgasm began her grunts turned to a sort of desperate mewing.
Her thrusts were more urgent and her grip on my shaft tighter. I began
to squirt jets on cum inside her. The feeling of warm cum flooding her
insides sent her into a spell of more mewing.

A still silence filled the room as she collapsed on my chest. The only
sound was that of our breathing. After what seemed like eternity, she
lifted her head from my shoulder and kissed my lips.

"I need a bath, alone", she said and disappeared into the bathroom.

I lay panting and naked, and listened to the sounds of her bathing,
wondering about the implications of what had just happened.

She came out naked and joined me on the bed. She kissed me lightly on
my lips and asked, "Worried?"

"Kinda"

"Don't. What has happened and what may happen for the rest of this
trip will be our secret. This is not a clandestine affair and nothing
will happen once we finish this trip. Ok?"

I nodded.

She kissed me deeper, and I felt my penis grow again. I put my arms
around her and rolled us over, so that I was above her again. No words
were needed, and she spread her legs to allow me inside.

"This feels so amazing", she said.

"What?" I prompted.

"Having you inside me. I am crazy to have stayed single", she commented.

"You are a virgin?" I asked.

"Was", she giggled.

"Most women have trouble sucking. It took me months to get you sister
to go the whole way, and you sucked and swallowed like a pro."

"I didn't have a choice. We couldn't have to stand up in the morning
in the bus with a stain on the front of your trousers."

We laughed.

"Sorry if it was tough", I apologized.

"No. It was quite sexy actually. I've seen women do it in movies and
always wondered how it felt. It wasn't too bad, really", she reassured
me.

"Great! You need to do it for me once more before we reach home."

She nodded and smiled, "Promise. I will."

I began to move gently inside her.

"Hmm, nice", she urged me on.

We made love for some more time before we broke up and got ready for
the day. We were supposed to start early in order to be home by late
night, but we delayed our start so that we were forced to make a halt
for the night.

All this happened three years ago. We couldn't keep our promise of
ending it after the trip. We still contrive ways to be alone with each
other, all the while letting the family think that we can't stand each
other. The opportunities are far and few, but the meetings are
passionate and frenzied.
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