At the outset let me tell my readers that "Bhabhi" is a Hindi word which means Sister-in –law, specifically it refers to the wife of an elder brother. In India we have long tradition of beautiful relationship between a Devar (Husbands younger brother will be called Devar by his Bhabhi, who is his elder brother's wife) and his Bhabhi. Many a folklore has been created on the above subject and in continuing with the time honored traditions today also there are some beautiful relationships being continued.
My relation with my Saroj bhabhi was sometimes that of a friend, sometimes that of an elder sister and at many times I felt that she was behaving like she was my mom.
Whenever I seemed to need her, Saroj Bhabhi was always there for me. She was always attentive to me , she gave importance to what I had to say, she listened carefully to what ever I said.
It was only natural that over a period of time I grew closer to her and started going to her with my little problems and questions. I particularly liked the time we spent together alone either in her room or on the terrace during the evening. I cannot remember when, but slowly I started noticing that Saroj Bhabhi was a very beautiful lady. At first it was as if I was just attracted towards her, I just liked to spend more and more time with her. I liked watching her talking to me, I liked her moving around.
Slowly I started noticing Saroj Bhabhi's body. If was not as if I was not seeing her body, I was every day. But one day I suddenly realized that my Saroj Bhabhi was one hot lady with a very sexy body. It did not help matters, or maybe it did help matters, that she was completely at ease with me and never seemed to mind my being around. She did not seem to mind my hanging around in her bedroom even when she was getting ready.
She liked to wear very revealing clothes even when I was around. She would wear low cut blouses and on top of that her sari would fall from her shoulders leaving her round, milky white 36-inch tits only partially covered. Her tits were beautiful and the cleavage between them was mouth watering. I would peek at her tits and she never seemed in a hurry to cover her low cut blouse clad breasts with her sari.
She also wore her sari very low on her hips so that her flat tummy, her belly button and the top of her buttocks were displayed for me to see. It seemed that some of her pubic hair was also peeking from top of her sari.
Many times I had seen her in partial states of undress. . And one day I realized that Saroj Bhabhi had become the lady in my dreams and I started having these urges to see more of my sexy, beautiful Saroj Bhabhi.
It continued that way but what changed was that when my Bhabhi came to her bed room after her bath and sat in front of her dressing table I started paying more attention to her body. The sight of her breasts under her dressing gown fascinated me. They were magnificent, mind blowing. They must have been at least 36 D (I confirmed the size from her bra later). I sat there watching her and she seemed unaware of my curiosity towards her body (was she unaware, women are sometimes too clever for us men).
I was provided glimpses of her tits, the beautiful cleavage in between the two magnificent peeks. I also saw her long beautiful legs. I longed for more and it suddenly became an obsession to see more of my sexy Saroj Bhabhi's body. I started going to her bathroom while she was inside having her bath. I used to stand outside the door and used to hear the sound coming from inside, of water falling and some times sounds of Saroj Bhabhi humming some song while she was under the shower. I got very excited during these times and my penis would become very hard and I had to take it out and masturbate.
