Super Hot Sister-In-Law Divya – Part 1 (Attraction)

Hello Readers, this is Sanjay, married for a couple of years, living in Pune with my wife; Shriya, and my sister-in-law; Divya. Divya has shifted with us for the last 6 months as she got admission to MIT college. This story is inspired by a true event, so please don’t get overwhelmed by the detailing.

“Jiju (brother-in-law)” Divya shouted from the balcony. She wore a black colored spaghetti-strap bodycon dress today, for her 19th birthday. It was a deep-neck, backless gown with a thigh-high slit. “I need some photos for my Instagram birthday post. Can you please do the favor?”, Divya requested in a low voice.

Whenever she uses this low tone, she sounds extremely seductive, nobody can deny her request with that tone. I was more than happy to take my sister-in-law’s pictures as I was searching for an opportunity to ogle her stunning look.

“Absolutely. You look like a ticking bomb today. I will try to do justice to your looks,” I said without revealing my excitement.

Divya dreams of becoming a supermodel and looking at poses, I was fully assured that she was going to slay it. She is 5-foot 7-inch tall with a milky white skin tone. She strives to maintain a slim but curvaceous body for her modeling career. She hits the gym daily and she knows which parts to work on. She has a small but tight and curvy ass.

Her boobs are firm and perfectly grown for her age and with a flat stomach, they look extremely tempting. Her 32c-28-34 size body looked extra curvy in this dress which stuck to her like a second skin.

She was wearing a no-makeup look (she doesn’t need one though) with bright red lipstick. Her dense black hair was flowing down to her lower back. Today, she was dressed to kill, and I was the first one to die of her looks.

“Jiju, Jiju…Jiju” Divya snapped in front of my face to bring me back to my senses. “Where were you lost?” Divya asked.

“Nothing,” I said with a sheepish smile. She was smart enough to understand that I was caught in her bodily spell, knowing this she became bolder in her photo poses.

My teen sister-in-law slid her leg out of the slit and raised her hand above her head and held her breast high. She was wearing a pushup bra which raised her breast to form a deep cleavage. I could see that she had got her legs and armpits waxed. I was pretty sure that she had shaved her pussy as well.

“Looks like you have some naughty plans for your birthday,” I said with my eyebrows raised. “Your boyfriend would be the luckiest guy today” saying this, I winked at her. She blushed.

“Ok bye, I got to go, my friends are waiting for me” saying this, she shied away immediately. While she was opening the door, I went behind her and whispered in her ear, “Divya, don’t forget to use protection.” She left without looking behind.

After dinner, I went to bed with my wife, Shriya. Shriya and Divya look alike, in fact, Divya opens Shriya’s iPhone with her face. Shriya is no less than Divya, her 34c-30-36-shaped body makes the heads turn when she walks down the road. She was wearing a red satin nightie today.

My testosterone levels had shot up while clicking my sister-in-law’s photos and I had to release this heat. I turned off the lights and started kissing Shriya. My wife was surprised as usually, I like it with lights on. I wanted to imagine my wife’s hot sister today while fucking my wife. We generally do role-plays about many known people but today, I couldn’t tell Shriya about my attraction for Divya. I slid my hand into her panty; it was wet already.

Shriya: Where were you for so many days, asshole? I have been longing for this for many days. Don’t waste time now. Fuck me!

Whenever we have sex after a long time, Shriya liked to be treated like a fuck machine. She was surprised by the animal in me that night. I fucked my wife really hard with my eyes closed, imagining Divya in her black bodycon dress.

Shriya (moaning loudly): Ahh….Ahh…. What has gotten into your head today?!

I couldn’t tell her, instead, I started pounding her harder. She exclaimed in pleasure.

Shriya: Ooh my God, doesn’t matter whatever it is, please don’t stop.

I just kept ramming her pussy like a wild horse.

Shriya: Yes…Yes like that…. fuck me harder…. make me your slut.

Shriya knows that her naughty talk makes me wilder. For me it was Divya doing this dirty talking, it fired the animal more.

Me: Such a whore you are…always craving for a cock.

Saying this, I pulled my cock out and pushed back with full force.

Shriya (screaming in pleasure): Ohh my God….your cock feels longer today. Feels like it is hitting my intestine. I am loving it.

Tears of joy started flowing through her eyes as I gave long thrusts hitting my wife’s G-spot.

Me: Do you like being my personal slut? I think we should hire a couple more cocks to fill all your holes at the same time.

Shriya (excited): Yes please, I need cock which will soak me in their cum as I am a dirty bitch.

Imagining these words from Divya’s mouth made me go wild and I increased my pace.

Shriya(groaned): I am cuming…..Aaaarrrgggghh..

As soon as I pulled my cock out, she squirted her love juice with screams of pleasure. Her grip over me loosened and I knew that she was completely exhausted and couldn’t take anymore. I got off her with my cock still erect and craving for more. I didn’t utter even a single word while fucking here today. Shriya knew this was very unusual of me, but she was too tired to ask, and she dozed off.

I was unable to sleep as my cock was still itching. I started scrolling Instagram, and my SIL was posting stories of her Birthday bash. She was the hottest lady on the dance floor. I could see some boys dancing around her, trying to get closer to her but she was interested in one particular guy. He was tall, handsome, well-built, and well-dressed. I immediately came to know that all this preparation was for this boy. “What a lucky asshole,” I sighed.

I thought of going through Divya’s photos which I had clicked tonight, it gave me an instant hard-on. I started rubbing my cock thinking about Divya, fucking her from behind on our balcony, in the same dress with which I had clicked her photos.

I liked some of her photos on Instagram in the heat of the moment. As I was scrolling more, I got a text from Divya.

Divya: Jiju, If possible can you please pick me up from Koregaon Park (a place in Pune)?

Me: Sure, why not, at what time?

Divya: Right now.

I rushed to Koregaon park immediately thinking that she might be in trouble. I drove as fast as I could to reach her location within 20 minutes.

Me (pinged): I am here.

Divya: Come inside.

I entered ‘PUBLIQ’ (a bar and restaurant in Koregaon park) searching for my wife’s sister. Bouncers stopped me in between. I tried to convince them that I already had friends inside, but they were very stubborn.

Me (over the phone): Divya, I cannot come inside, you come out.

Divya: Wait, I am coming to pick you up.

I didn’t understand why she wanted me to come inside. She told bouncers that I was with her and then we went inside. We reached the table where her friends were seated.

Divya introduced all of us, “Sanjay, meet my friends.”

She introduced each one of them one by one. I was more interested in knowing the boy to whom Divya was trying to get close, his name was Karan.

“Everyone, please meet the most special person in my life, Sanjay” She held my arm and leaned on my shoulder while introducing me. I thought maybe she was drunk but the reactions of her friends told me that something was cooking here.

Divya shot a couple more tequila and pulled me toward the dance floor. Divya started dancing closer to me, closer than she was dancing with Karan. Divya kept her hands on my shoulder. I held her waist and pulled her closer.

I could feel my sister-in-law’s boobs on my chest, I got intoxicated with her alcoholic breath and I just forgot that I am her Jiju. I started moving my hands over her bare back and kept looking into her eyes. She could see the hunger in my eyes. To my surprise, she smiled.

She kept her head on my shoulder and hugged me tighter. Now not even air could pass between us! She could feel the monster in my underwear with her thighs. I felt a bit embarrassed by the way I was getting carried away. I tried to look away to divert myself and saw that Karan was looking at us.

He was burning with jealousy. Now Divya’s intentions were clear to me, so I decided to play along with Divya.

I lowered my hands to Divya’s lower back toward her curvy ass. Her tight dress gave the perfect feel of her body. I placed my hand over her buttocks and looked at Karan with a smile. Karan looked away with regret.

Meanwhile, I heard Divya sobbing on my shoulder. Her tears on my shoulder brought me back to my senses and I felt guilty about whatever I had done. I immediately moved away from Divya and brought her out of the crowd to clarify.

Me: Please, let me explain.

“Can we go home please?” she insisted.

My heartbeats became fast with all the possible questions in my mind. Was she crying because of my actions? Did I hurt her by touching her inappropriately? What if she tells about my behavior to my wife?

To be continued.

Thanks for reading. This being my first story, I apologize for any mistakes or if this story was not up to the mark. Your feedback and suggestions are valuable. Please email me at [email protected]