Open Love
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Chapter 2: The Sister in Law
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Sister in Law - Newly Weds in a Small Indian Town.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Indian Male Indian Female First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Big Breasts Hairy Indian Erotica Illustrated AI Generated
By the time I cycled back from the market, Shreya was already dressed and waiting. Local custom dictated that a new bride must visit her maiden home the morning after the wedding, returning to her in-laws by the afternoon.
Her family lived in the same village, a short walk away. My mother, mindful of our reputation, had prepared heavy brass boxes packed with premium sweets and dry fruits.
We were almost there, fingers loosely intertwined, when a voice called out from behind us.
“Shreya!”
My wife stopped, instantly recognizing the voice. “Kajal?”
I turned to see a woman I didn’t know. She was undeniably pretty, dressed up in a flowing white linen skirt.
“Tarun, this is my cousin, Kajal,” Shreya said, a bright smile on her face as she stepped closer to me, subtly claiming her territory. “We grew up next door to each other.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, extending my hand.
Instead of taking it, Kajal’s eyes sparked with mischief. She stepped right past my outstretched palm, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling herself flush against my chest in a startlingly intimate hug.
I froze. Her loose linen top gaped open, granting me an unobstructed view right down her shirt. The pale, soft swell of her breasts pushed together, putting her deep cleavage on full display inches from my face.
My cheeks burned. Still dangerously on edge from last night, I instantly hardened down there. I jerked my head away, but as I did, my nose brushed near her collarbone. The sweet scent of talcum powder mixed with the scent of fresh sweat filled my lungs.
“Kajal!” Shreya hissed, her eyes wide as she grabbed her cousin’s arm and pulled her back. “Have some shame! What are you doing?”
Kajal just giggled, smoothing down her skirt. She shot me a highly amused, lingering look. “Oh, relax, Shreya. I just got excited to finally meet my handsome new brother-in-law.”
She must have noticed my evasive reaction to her cleavage, as she gave me a sly smirk. Turning back to my wife she said, “You’re a married woman now, Shreya. You need to let go of your temper, or your new husband might start to dislike you.” She shifted her gaze back to me, still smirking. “But Brother-in-law ... if she ever gives you a hard time, just come to me. I’ll take good care of her for you.”
Shreya’s fingers tightened rigidly around mine. Keeping her face calm but her tone undeniably sharp, she replied, “Thanks for worrying, Kajal. But Tarun actually likes my nature. Even if I lose my temper, he won’t mind. There’s no need for you to try to mediate between us.”
Kajal let out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes. “Okay, fine.”
Stepping behind us, Kajal placed one hand on Shreya’s back and the other squarely on mine, playfully pushing us forward. “Come on, Auntie is waiting.”
As we walked, Kajal’s hand slowly slid down my spine. Her palm settled deliberately onto my lower back, her fingers resting intimately just below my belt. Startled, I glanced over my shoulder. Catching my eye, Kajal flashed a wicked smile and playfully poked the tip of her tongue out at me. Without missing a step, she turned her head to chat with Shreya, keeping her hand planted heavily on my lower back.
I swallowed hard, facing forward. Older guys in the barracks always joked that sisters-in-law would act flirtatious with them and I thought they must be bragging.
The moment we entered her maternal house, Shreya turned and unceremoniously chased her cousin away, shooing her out the gate. Kajal giggled, throwing one last deliberate wink my way before swaying back down the dirt path.
The rest of the day felt like a blur. We finally made the walk back to our own home late in the afternoon.
As soon as we arrived, Shreya headed to the kitchen. Needing a physical outlet for the sheer sexual frustration boiling in my blood, I grabbed the heavy iron axe and marched up the hill behind our property. I chopped firewood until my shoulders burned and my shirt clung to me, but nothing could kill the raging hard-on I had built up from my sister in law’s actions.
After dinner, Shreya went to the outhouse to wash. When she finally came upstairs to our bedroom, I was lying flat on my back, staring at the ceiling with a sullen expression.
She closed the heavy wooden door, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Tarun, what’s wrong?”
I looked at her, abandoning any pretense of patience. Between the interrupted foreplay last night, the morning’s teasing, and her cousin’s antics, I was at my limit. “If we don’t consummate this marriage tonight,” I said, my voice deadpan, “I’m going to literally die of frustration.”
Shreya let out a breathy laugh. She slid the iron latch on the door shut, walked to the edge of the bed, and looked down at me, her eyes dark with heat. “Come on then,” she whispered. “No one will disturb us tonight.”
She untied her pajamas, letting the loose fabric fall to the floor. Leaving only her thin cotton panties on, she crawled up the mattress and boldly straddled my waist, her warm thighs pressing securely against my ribs. Eagerly shifting my hips, I hooked my fingers into her waistband and pulled the panties down her legs, stripping her bare and tossing the underwear aside.
My eyes locked onto her exposed pussy. The thick, dark patch of hair resting between her pale thighs had been driving me insane for two days. My mouth watered.
“Let me taste you,” I groaned, raw and desperate. “I’m going fucking crazy.”
Shreya didn’t shy away. Instead, she shuffled forward on her knees until she was positioned directly over my head, lowering herself into a squat. Her cheeks burned red, but she looked right into my eyes. “Here. Taste me. You can do whatever you want to me tonight.”
My supposedly traditional village wife was acting unbelievably dirty, and it completely short-circuited my brain. The intoxicating musk of her arousal flooded my senses. The coarse curls of her pubic hair brushed the bridge of my nose, sending a violent shiver straight to my groin.
I reached up, pressing my thumbs against her thick outer lips to spread her wide, revealing the slick, glistening pink flesh. I opened my mouth, lifted my chin, and let my tongue taste her wet heat.
Finding the swollen little clit, I swept my tongue up and down.
“Ah ... ah~” Shreya moaned instantly.
I licked and sucked hungrily, the wet, smacking sounds echoing in the quiet room. She braced her hands against the mattress, giving me perfect access. I grabbed handfuls of her soft ass, forcefully pressing her soaking cunt tighter against my face.
She was overflowing. Hot, sweet fluids poured continuously from her, dripping down my nose and pooling on my lips. The intense stimulation made her leak uncontrollably, the heavy scent of her filling my lungs.
“Tarun ... your tongue feels so good,” she whimpered, throwing her head back. “Please, more...”
Hearing her beg made my cock throb violently against the sheets. My calloused fingers aggressively kneaded her plump cheeks, leaving red marks across her pale skin as I lapped at every inch of tender flesh I could reach.
Sliding lower, I found her tight entrance. Flattening my tongue, I pushed the stiff tip inside, relentlessly thrusting in and out, imitating the rhythm of my cock.
That pushed her over the edge. With a high, piercing scream, her thighs trembled violently. Her tight pussy clamped down around my tongue, and she forcefully sprayed a heavy, gushing rush of her fluids directly into my open mouth.
Stunned, my throat worked instinctively, swallowing the hot, sweet squirt.
Shreya slumped forward, her chest heaving as she rode out the intense aftershocks. When she finally caught her breath, she looked down at me, her dark eyes warm and heavy with affection.
I wiped my wet chin with the back of my hand. “Did that feel good?”
She nodded, a lazy smile on her lips. “Yes. I squirted everywhere. Your tongue is amazing, Tarun.”
I stared at her, amazed by how brazen she was. “You’re very different from what I originally thought,” I said bluntly. “For a newlywed virgin, you’re surprisingly skilled. You definitely have a bit of a past, don’t you?”
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Ignoring the question, she pouted slightly. “ ... So you don’t like me taking the lead? If you don’t, I’ll stop.”
A sharp twist of jealousy stabbed my chest—she hadn’t denied it—but the sight of her flushed, thoroughly wrecked face wiped out my pride. “No,” I said, my voice rough and possessive. “Don’t change. I love you taking the lead. Just promise me you’ll never do it with anyone else.”
A satisfied smile bloomed on her face. She deliberately rolled her hips against my stomach. “Then we can continue. I’m dripping wet ... you can come directly inside me now. But you’re so big, please be careful.”
Gripping her hips, I swiftly rolled us over, pinning her to the mattress. I shoved my trousers and underwear down my legs, kicking them off the bed. My heavy, aching dick sprang free. I positioned myself between her spread thighs, guiding my blunt head to her slick entrance—and froze.
Smeared across her swollen pink lips and the bedsheets were stark streaks of blood. Panic dumped ice water over my lust. I touched her wet slit, my trembling fingers coming away coated in a mixture of clear juices and bright red blood.
“Fuck, Shreya, why are you bleeding?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Did I hurt you?”
She blinked in confusion. “Bleeding?” She reached down. Seeing the stark red on her fingertips, her eyes widened. Her lips moved slightly as she silently counted the days.
Her face contorted in mortification. She clamped her thighs shut, hiding her face in her hands. “Tarun...” she groaned. “My period started today.”
I let out a heavy, defeated sigh, dragging a hand down my face. Our wedding night was cursed. But there was nothing to be done, and I wasn’t going to act like a beast. While she scrambled off the bed to clean up, I reluctantly pulled my trousers back over my stubbornly hard dick.
When she returned, she carried a folded cloth and a small pouch of wood ash. The fabric was faded and stained with dark patches.
“Do women really use that?” I asked, frowning. “It looks dirty.”
Shreya sat on the edge of the bed, her cheeks still pink. “Most rural women use this. We put dry grass and ash inside to absorb the blood. The cloth has to be washed and reused, and the old stains never fully come out. Pads exist, but few families here can afford them, and local shops rarely stock them.”
I listened in silence, staring at the rough, stained fabric she was forced to use against her most sensitive skin.
The next morning, after Shreya served my parents breakfast, I walked my heavy bicycle out into the courtyard. “Get ready. I’m taking you to town.”
She quickly changed and sat sideways on the back of the bike, holding my waist. After reaching the bustling town center, I parked in front of the largest general supply store and walked straight to the counter.
“Boss,” I pointed to the top shelf. “Get me a few packs of those for my wife.”
Shreya’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the bright packaging of modern sanitary pads. The shopkeeper wrapped three packets in newspaper, tying them with jute string.
When he named the price, Shreya flinched. It was a luxury price. She grabbed my forearm, hissing frantically, “Tarun, no. It’s way too expensive. I can still use my old things.”
I ignored her, handing my cash to the shopkeeper. “That old cloth method isn’t hygienic,” I told her quietly. “My senior’s wife uses these in the city. They’re much cleaner, and I want you using them from now on. Don’t worry about the cost. I have plenty of army salary saved.”