Brother-in-Law Squeezed His Machine Between My Two Thighs

I am Ananya. It’s been exactly one week since my intermediate exams ended. Honestly, on the last day of the exams, it felt as if a huge mountain had finally lifted off my chest. Studying science, staying up nights for practicals, rushing to coaching classes—over the past two years, I hadn’t had a single moment to even look at myself properly. Today, after a full week, Mom suddenly said, “Your exams are over now. You’ve been cooped up at home all year. Go wherever you feel like—your elder sister’s place, your maternal uncle’s house, anywhere that makes you happy.”

But my heart wasn’t pulling me toward my sister’s house or my uncle’s. I wanted to go to the hills; I wanted to see the sea. Yet who would take me at a time like this? Then I remembered Jiju (brother-in-law). Only he could take me to such places—at least to the sea. So without wasting any more time, I set off for my elder sister’s house.

My elder sister is Susmita. She’s currently seven months pregnant. Just a few days ago on the phone, she was saying how heavy her body had become and how nice it would be if someone could help a little with household chores or cooking. I thought—why not? I’d get to travel, help my sister, and also experience staying in a new place. The idea felt really exciting for me.

The next morning, I packed my bag and headed straight to my sister’s house—and the most fun part? Her house is right next to Digha beach.

When I reached, my sister, seeing me after so long, hugged me tightly and started crying. Susmita di said, “You’ve come, Anu! You have no idea how happy I am that you’re here. It’s been a full two years since you last visited our house. In this condition, your brother-in-law has to handle everything alone—I feel really bad about it.”

My brother-in-law’s name is Ratul. He works in a private bank. Though he looks serious, he’s actually very witty and fun. Since childhood, when Ratul da used to date my sister, I called him “Ratul da.” Even after marriage, though I call him “Dulabhai” (brother-in-law), our relationship has always remained quite free and open.

In the evening when Ratul da returned from the office, I opened the door after hearing the bell. He came in carrying a packet of sweets and some fruits. Seeing me, he froze for a moment.

“Hey! It’s my little sister-in-law! Did you come without telling anyone just to surprise me?”

I smiled lightly and said, “Not a surprise, Dulabhai. I heard Di was struggling, so I came. From now on, for these few days, I’m the minister of your kingdom.”

While taking off his shoes, Ratul da kept glancing at me sideways. Today, in my maroon salwar kameez, I looked completely different. After the intermediate exams, my face seemed to have gained a new mature glow. He said, “Minister? If you’d said ‘queen,’ it would have suited you better. Your sister is now the retired queen.”

Three days passed. Right after arriving, I tidied up the entire house. I didn’t even let Di enter the kitchen. Seeing all this, Ratul da was very pleased. Every day on his way back, he brought my favorite chocolates or ice cream.

It was a Friday. The sun outside was scorching; everything around seemed drowsy and still. Di had eaten and gone to take a long nap in her room. I was sitting in the drawing room, lost in an old novel. Ratul da was working on his laptop, sitting on the sofa.

Suddenly, Ratul da closed his laptop and looked at me. I didn’t notice at first—I was completely absorbed in the book. He gently pulled the book from my hand.

“Uff! What are you doing, Dulabhai? Just a little more was left,” I said in a sweetly annoyed tone.

Ratul da smiled. “You can read books your whole life, Anu. But this afternoon, when no one else is around, just the two of us—do you really have to spend it reading?”

My heart suddenly fluttered. Looking down, I said, “Di is sleeping… I was just feeling bored.”

Ratul da shifted closer to me on the sofa. His voice suddenly became low and deep. “You know, Anu, after marriage Susmita was always busy with the household and work. Now her health isn’t good either. I hadn’t found anyone to talk to or share what’s in my heart. Since you came, it feels like the house has become bright again.”

I stole a glance at him. There was pure admiration in Dulabhai’s eyes. He boldly tucked a stubborn strand of hair that had fallen on my forehead behind my ear. At the touch of his finger, I shivered.

“Dulabhai, what are you doing? Someone might see,” I whispered, but he didn’t move away.

Ratul da took one of my hands into his palm. “There’s no one here. And even if someone sees, so what? A sister-in-law is half a wife, don’t you know?”

I smiled, biting my lip. “Is that so? Where did you learn these old filmy lines?”

Ratul da brought my hand close to his cheek. “Not lines, Ananya—I’m telling the truth. When you smile, that dimple on your cheek… I feel like I could spend the entire afternoon just staring at you.”

But I didn’t try to pull my hand away. Instead, with a naughty tone, I said, “I’ll tell Di that you’re praising me so much.”

Ratul da moved even closer. His breath was touching my shoulder. He whispered, “If Di knows, she’ll actually be happy that her husband likes her favorite little sister so much. Tell me, Anu… do you have a boyfriend? So many boys must have been after you in college.”

I laughed. “When did I have time for anyone running after me? I’ve spent my whole life running after books.”

Ratul da held my chin and lifted my face toward him. “Good. It’s better there’s no one… that way I get my chance.”

Then slowly, he came very close. Out of shyness, I closed my eyes. A strange intoxication took over me. Ratul da placed a long kiss on my forehead. Then he brought his lips to mine and started kissing me deeply. After the lip kiss, he said softly, “You’re so sweet, Ananya. Your innocence drives me crazy.”

Hearing his words, I blushed deeply. Ratul da now wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. Then, one by one, he removed all my clothes. I could barely stand in front of him. This was the first time I was standing naked in front of any man. English Lush Stories

Then Dulabhai gave me a light push and squeezed his machine between my two thighs and entered me. After that, he began caressing every part of me. I filled the whole room with my moans of “Ah… Ah…” And there, I became completely intimate with Ratul da.

From then on, for as many days as I stayed at Dulabhai’s house, every day he showered me with endless affection and love.