This is an incident that happened to me a few months back. I am Santhi Prakash, a 32-year-old married woman, mother of a 4 year daughter and I have been married for the last 6 years and I stay at Chennai. Basically I am commerce graduate and working as cashier in a private company.
My husband is working as an admin personnel in a company at Bangalore, as he got transferred there about a year back. Once in a month or so, he used to come home. Since my daughter is studying in a kinder garden school, I stayed at Chennai.
Other persons in my in laws are my Father in law and mother in law and most of time, they were in their native village. There is a younger brother of my husband by name Santhosh. He is unmarried and is 25 years of age. About 3 months back, he got a job at Chennai and started to stay with us. This story is about me and my BIL, about how he seduced me for the first time to have with him.
Initially I was much satisfied with my hubby but of late, I started to get the ‘unsatisfied’ feeling due to his longer period of absence and was pressurizing him to get transferred to Chennai itself. About my looks, I am fair about 5.3 height, 60 kgs and a quite good figure of 36-28-38.
My BIL is a young guy with good body and macho looks. By profession, he was a junior marketing manager of a lingerie company. Since my marriage to his brother, he had eyes on me (he told me later).
Three months had passed since my BIL had come with me and it was a holiday period when I had sent my daughter kid to my parent’s place and for the first time, we two were staying alone in the house.
One day my BIL came early from office. It was Friday and he pretended to look much tensed. I asked him the reason for early coming home and why was he tensed. He said it was work pressure and lot of work was outstanding.
He told me he has to give a report by Monday, failing of which, he is sure that his job would go. I comforted him and told him to be cool and everything would be all right. I asked what the project was about. He said it was kind of an analysis of Indian woman and their likes and dislikes.
So I said what is the problem, he said the work is over but his boss told him today on review that his project lacks survey of today’s married Indian woman and some photographs of prospective models who would carry out the advertisement of their product.
He said, “I was totally not aware of this two points and now my boss is trying to put the blame on me. So I am very much tensed Anni”. I asked him to ask his boss for some more days and complete the project. To which he denied and said there is no time left and he will have to look for new job. I told him to relax and change his dress meanwhile I will prepare some tea for him.
I brought the tea to his bedroom and placed it on the table in front of him. While I bend down, he got a nice look at my cleavage and my bra, as I was wearing a night gown at that time. This threw an idea in him and he had selected in his mind, the woman for the survey, the model for ad shoot and his long term fantasy woman.
Then while sipping tea he said, “Anni, give me some idea how on earth will I find such a woman”. I said to him to what are the requirements for the woman – he said she should be married and still be good looking. He continuously pressed and kept on asking me where I would get a woman in such a short time. I got bit soft on him and told I will try to arrange some friend of mine for survey but modeling it’s difficult.
He said which friend and I named him a few but he rejected and said they all themselves are not well dressed, how they will give him an accurate survey result. Then feeling bit concerned on him, I said “could I take a survey to help you out?”
Santhosh’s eyes brightened, looking at me piercingly said, “Ok, sure, why not? You are more admirable than your friends and at this stage, I have no options too. So can you help me out Anni?” he asked. I said, “after all it is you, so I can but for this, you have to promise me that neither your brother
Nor anyone should come to know, it was me who took part in the survey”. Santhosh promised me that. Then he brought some of his questionnaire and he started the survey.
He asked me, “From what age you started to wear bras, Anni?” I said, “14 years”. His next question was “what was the size at that time?” I said, “32 C”. He then asked me what is my age now and I said 32. “What is the size now you wear?” he asked. I said, “36 D”.
Immediately he bounced at me, “So in these 18 years, your size has increased by 4 inches and a cup”. I nodded. These questions were getting me hot inside as I had not had sex since the last one month and moreover, no one has questioned me about my most private parts and about the inner wears and my
BIL was the first person asking me such questions. He then said “I will proceed to panties”. I nodded ok. He asked, “When was your first menstrual cycle?” I was stunned by the question. Santhosh looked at me and showed me the question in his questionnaire and told me “sorry but I have to ask anni”. I said “at the age of 14”.
Santhosh was showing no signs of getting hot but I was sure, deep inside he too must be getting hot. He then asked what type of bras I like and what style and what fabric and those types of questions, something more personal about the choice of my panties selection too. I managed to answer them all. My BIL then asked me, “
What is the shape of your breasts? Round or Conical?” I am not sure how to answer that and said “I think it’s a mixture of both”. He said “but I have to tick only one option, Anni”. He then paused for a while, looked at me and said, “If you don’t mind, let me measure and calculate.
Then I can say as per my company calculations, what shape it is called”. For a moment, I was struck awe but almost immediately I made up my mind to let him to measure me. He then asked me to remove my saree and I hesitantly bring down the saree pallu and stood in front of him, with my protruding boobs grabbed inside the blouse.
Santhosh took a measuring tape and started measuring me and in that process, his fingers began to touch my boobs. He then placed his one hand on the slope of my boobs and the other below the boobs lightly, as if holding the boob and said “Anni, they are round and not too pointed”.
His touch was making me feeling great and I could not say no, while he was touching. He then asked whether my boobs were soft or hard. I said “hard”. He said “I doubt” and he daringly put his hands over my boobs and pressed it a bit. He then said, “Yours is soft to touch but hard in shape”.
But still my BIL was showing no signs of getting hot so I was thinking whether he is touching me on purpose or was really very professional. His non-excitement was giving me a sign he was a professional and was not doing to have a chance on me.
Santhosh then asked me to jump up and down for 3 times to see how my current bra was in tact in performing. I did that too and he could see my boobs flying in all directions. This time I noticed his eyes lightened a bit but I was still not sure.
He then gave me a weighing scale and asked me to get inside the room and measure my breasts weight alone individually and collectively, preferably with no clothes on. Now I really doubt this was also a part of the questionnaire. I hesitated a bit. He said, “
This is the last part of the survey. Please do it for me Anni”. Though I had my own doubts about this ‘weighing’ part, I proceeded to give it a try and thereby obliging my BIL’s request too.
I said to him I shall use his room which was in the ground floor while mine was in the upstairs. I went inside the room, removed my blouse, thought for a while whether it’s really necessary to remove the brassiere but decided to do so as per my
BIL’s request and got rid of my bra too. Now I was all nude above my waist. Then I put the weighing machine on the edge of the bed. I knelled down on the floor and put my breasts over the weighing scale, measured them and took a paper from his writing desk and wrote it.
While putting back my clothes, I decided not to wear the brassiere and put on only my blouse and saree, leaving the bra there on the bed itself. I just want to test my BIL’s reaction on seeing my brassiere lying on his bed! I then came outside and gave the paper to him, for which my
BIL said his survey was over and he thanked me for my timely help. I said the dinner is ready and asked him to come and have it. He said to me, “you have it Anni. I will have after some time. I shall first enter these data’s on to my laptop and finalize this survey and then I will come”.
I had my dinner and then went to his room to call him for dinner. Santhosh was not in his room. I saw his all clothes removed and were on the bed. Immediately I looked out for the brassiere but I found it missing. Is it taken by my BIL? He was in bathroom.
With little confusion or delight I don’t know, I came out. After a while, my BIL came out, after having his bath and said the survey is over and thanked me again. He then went to the dinner table to have the dinner. I then quietly went to his room again.
Now I saw my brassiere lying on the center of his bed. I picked it up and I found some sticky damp white fluid to be on the cups. Immediately I realized that it was the semen of my
BIL and he had masturbated on my brassiere! Though I was bit embarrassed seeing that, a strange sense of craving hit me and immediately I was wet between my legs! Now all the doubts of my BIL being professional were over. Now I decided to catch him red-handed.Reach me for your comments at santi.naidu@gmail.com
This is an incident that happened to me a few months back. I am Santhi Prakash, a 32-year-old married woman, mother of a 4 year daughter and I have been married for the last 6 years and I stay at Chennai. Basically I am commerce graduate and working as cashier in a private company.
My husband is working as an admin personnel in a company at Bangalore, as he got transferred there about a year back. Once in a month or so, he used to come home. Since my daughter is studying in a kinder garden school, I stayed at Chennai.
Other persons in my in laws are my Father in law and mother in law and most of time, they were in their native village. There is a younger brother of my husband by name Santhosh. He is unmarried and is 25 years of age. About 3 months back, he got a job at Chennai and started to stay with us. This story is about me and my BIL, about how he seduced me for the first time to have with him.
Initially I was much satisfied with my hubby but of late, I started to get the ‘unsatisfied’ feeling due to his longer period of absence and was pressurizing him to get transferred to Chennai itself. About my looks, I am fair about 5.3 height, 60 kgs and a quite good figure of 36-28-38.
My BIL is a young guy with good body and macho looks. By profession, he was a junior marketing manager of a lingerie company. Since my marriage to his brother, he had eyes on me (he told me later).
Three months had passed since my BIL had come with me and it was a holiday period when I had sent my daughter kid to my parent’s place and for the first time, we two were staying alone in the house.
One day my BIL came early from office. It was Friday and he pretended to look much tensed. I asked him the reason for early coming home and why was he tensed. He said it was work pressure and lot of work was outstanding.
He told me he has to give a report by Monday, failing of which, he is sure that his job would go. I comforted him and told him to be cool and everything would be all right. I asked what the project was about. He said it was kind of an analysis of Indian woman and their likes and dislikes.
So I said what is the problem, he said the work is over but his boss told him today on review that his project lacks survey of today’s married Indian woman and some photographs of prospective models who would carry out the advertisement of their product.
He said, “I was totally not aware of this two points and now my boss is trying to put the blame on me. So I am very much tensed Anni”. I asked him to ask his boss for some more days and complete the project. To which he denied and said there is no time left and he will have to look for new job. I told him to relax and change his dress meanwhile I will prepare some tea for him.
I brought the tea to his bedroom and placed it on the table in front of him. While I bend down, he got a nice look at my cleavage and my bra, as I was wearing a night gown at that time. This threw an idea in him and he had selected in his mind, the woman for the survey, the model for ad shoot and his long term fantasy woman.
Then while sipping tea he said, “Anni, give me some idea how on earth will I find such a woman”. I said to him to what are the requirements for the woman – he said she should be married and still be good looking. He continuously pressed and kept on asking me where I would get a woman in such a short time. I got bit soft on him and told I will try to arrange some friend of mine for survey but modeling it’s difficult.
He said which friend and I named him a few but he rejected and said they all themselves are not well dressed, how they will give him an accurate survey result. Then feeling bit concerned on him, I said “could I take a survey to help you out?”
Santhosh’s eyes brightened, looking at me piercingly said, “Ok, sure, why not? You are more admirable than your friends and at this stage, I have no options too. So can you help me out Anni?” he asked. I said, “after all it is you, so I can but for this, you have to promise me that neither your brother
Nor anyone should come to know, it was me who took part in the survey”. Santhosh promised me that. Then he brought some of his questionnaire and he started the survey.
He asked me, “From what age you started to wear bras, Anni?” I said, “14 years”. His next question was “what was the size at that time?” I said, “32 C”. He then asked me what is my age now and I said 32. “What is the size now you wear?” he asked. I said, “36 D”.
Immediately he bounced at me, “So in these 18 years, your size has increased by 4 inches and a cup”. I nodded. These questions were getting me hot inside as I had not had sex since the last one month and moreover, no one has questioned me about my most private parts and about the inner wears and my
BIL was the first person asking me such questions. He then said “I will proceed to panties”. I nodded ok. He asked, “When was your first menstrual cycle?” I was stunned by the question. Santhosh looked at me and showed me the question in his questionnaire and told me “sorry but I have to ask anni”. I said “at the age of 14”.
Santhosh was showing no signs of getting hot but I was sure, deep inside he too must be getting hot. He then asked what type of bras I like and what style and what fabric and those types of questions, something more personal about the choice of my panties selection too. I managed to answer them all. My BIL then asked me, “
What is the shape of your breasts? Round or Conical?” I am not sure how to answer that and said “I think it’s a mixture of both”. He said “but I have to tick only one option, Anni”. He then paused for a while, looked at me and said, “If you don’t mind, let me measure and calculate.
Then I can say as per my company calculations, what shape it is called”. For a moment, I was struck awe but almost immediately I made up my mind to let him to measure me. He then asked me to remove my saree and I hesitantly bring down the saree pallu and stood in front of him, with my protruding boobs grabbed inside the blouse.
Santhosh took a measuring tape and started measuring me and in that process, his fingers began to touch my boobs. He then placed his one hand on the slope of my boobs and the other below the boobs lightly, as if holding the boob and said “Anni, they are round and not too pointed”.
His touch was making me feeling great and I could not say no, while he was touching. He then asked whether my boobs were soft or hard. I said “hard”. He said “I doubt” and he daringly put his hands over my boobs and pressed it a bit. He then said, “Yours is soft to touch but hard in shape”.
But still my BIL was showing no signs of getting hot so I was thinking whether he is touching me on purpose or was really very professional. His non-excitement was giving me a sign he was a professional and was not doing to have a chance on me.
Santhosh then asked me to jump up and down for 3 times to see how my current bra was in tact in performing. I did that too and he could see my boobs flying in all directions. This time I noticed his eyes lightened a bit but I was still not sure.
He then gave me a weighing scale and asked me to get inside the room and measure my breasts weight alone individually and collectively, preferably with no clothes on. Now I really doubt this was also a part of the questionnaire. I hesitated a bit. He said, “
This is the last part of the survey. Please do it for me Anni”. Though I had my own doubts about this ‘weighing’ part, I proceeded to give it a try and thereby obliging my BIL’s request too.
I said to him I shall use his room which was in the ground floor while mine was in the upstairs. I went inside the room, removed my blouse, thought for a while whether it’s really necessary to remove the brassiere but decided to do so as per my
BIL’s request and got rid of my bra too. Now I was all nude above my waist. Then I put the weighing machine on the edge of the bed. I knelled down on the floor and put my breasts over the weighing scale, measured them and took a paper from his writing desk and wrote it.
While putting back my clothes, I decided not to wear the brassiere and put on only my blouse and saree, leaving the bra there on the bed itself. I just want to test my BIL’s reaction on seeing my brassiere lying on his bed! I then came outside and gave the paper to him, for which my
BIL said his survey was over and he thanked me for my timely help. I said the dinner is ready and asked him to come and have it. He said to me, “you have it Anni. I will have after some time. I shall first enter these data’s on to my laptop and finalize this survey and then I will come”.
I had my dinner and then went to his room to call him for dinner. Santhosh was not in his room. I saw his all clothes removed and were on the bed. Immediately I looked out for the brassiere but I found it missing. Is it taken by my BIL? He was in bathroom.
With little confusion or delight I don’t know, I came out. After a while, my BIL came out, after having his bath and said the survey is over and thanked me again. He then went to the dinner table to have the dinner. I then quietly went to his room again.
Now I saw my brassiere lying on the center of his bed. I picked it up and I found some sticky damp white fluid to be on the cups. Immediately I realized that it was the semen of my
BIL and he had masturbated on my brassiere! Though I was bit embarrassed seeing that, a strange sense of craving hit me and immediately I was wet between my legs! Now all the doubts of my BIL being professional were over. Now I decided to catch him red-handed.Reach me for your comments at santi.naidu@gmail.com
This is an incident that happened to me a few months back. I am Santhi Prakash, a 32-year-old married woman, mother of a 4 year daughter and I have been married for the last 6 years and I stay at Chennai. Basically I am commerce graduate and working as cashier in a private company.My husband is working as an admin personnel in a company at Bangalore, as he got transferred there about a year back. Once in a month or so, he used to come home. Since my daughter is studying in a kinder garden school, I stayed at Chennai.Other persons in my in laws are my Father in law and mother in law and most of time, they were in their native village. There is a younger brother of my husband by name Santhosh. He is unmarried and is 25 years of age. About 3 months back, he got a job at Chennai and started to stay with us. This story is about me and my BIL, about how he seduced me for the first time to have with him.Initially I was much satisfied with my hubby but of late, I started to get the ‘unsatisfied’ feeling due to his longer period of absence and was pressurizing him to get transferred to Chennai itself. About my looks, I am fair about 5.3 height, 60 kgs and a quite good figure of 36-28-38.My BIL is a young guy with good body and macho looks. By profession, he was a junior marketing manager of a lingerie company. Since my marriage to his brother, he had eyes on me (he told me later).Three months had passed since my BIL had come with me and it was a holiday period when I had sent my daughter kid to my parent’s place and for the first time, we two were staying alone in the house.One day my BIL came early from office. It was Friday and he pretended to look much tensed. I asked him the reason for early coming home and why was he tensed. He said it was work pressure and lot of work was outstanding.He told me he has to give a report by Monday, failing of which, he is sure that his job would go. I comforted him and told him to be cool and everything would be all right. I asked what the project was about. He said it was kind of an analysis of Indian woman and their likes and dislikes.So I said what is the problem, he said the work is over but his boss told him today on review that his project lacks survey of today’s married Indian woman and some photographs of prospective models who would carry out the advertisement of their product.He said, “I was totally not aware of this two points and now my boss is trying to put the blame on me. So I am very much tensed Anni”. I asked him to ask his boss for some more days and complete the project. To which he denied and said there is no time left and he will have to look for new job. I told him to relax and change his dress meanwhile I will prepare some tea for him.I brought the tea to his bedroom and placed it on the table in front of him. While I bend down, he got a nice look at my cleavage and my bra, as I was wearing a night gown at that time. This threw an idea in him and he had selected in his mind, the woman for the survey, the model for ad shoot and his long term fantasy woman.Then while sipping tea he said, “Anni, give me some idea how on earth will I find such a woman”. I said to him to what are the requirements for the woman – he said she should be married and still be good looking. He continuously pressed and kept on asking me where I would get a woman in such a short time. I got bit soft on him and told I will try to arrange some friend of mine for survey but modeling it’s difficult.He said which friend and I named him a few but he rejected and said they all themselves are not well dressed, how they will give him an accurate survey result. Then feeling bit concerned on him, I said “could I take a survey to help you out?”Santhosh’s eyes brightened, looking at me piercingly said, “Ok, sure, why not? You are more admirable than your friends and at this stage, I have no options too. So can you help me out Anni?” he asked. I said, “after all it is you, so I can but for this, you have to promise me that neither your brotherNor anyone should come to know, it was me who took part in the survey”. Santhosh promised me that. Then he brought some of his questionnaire and he started the survey.He asked me, “From what age you started to wear bras, Anni?” I said, “14 years”. His next question was “what was the size at that time?” I said, “32 C”. He then asked me what is my age now and I said 32. “What is the size now you wear?” he asked. I said, “36 D”.Immediately he bounced at me, “So in these 18 years, your size has increased by 4 inches and a cup”. I nodded. These questions were getting me hot inside as I had not had sex since the last one month and moreover, no one has questioned me about my most private parts and about the inner wears and myBIL was the first person asking me such questions. He then said “I will proceed to panties”. I nodded ok. He asked, “When was your first menstrual cycle?” I was stunned by the question. Santhosh looked at me and showed me the question in his questionnaire and told me “sorry but I have to ask anni”. I said “at the age of 14”.Santhosh was showing no signs of getting hot but I was sure, deep inside he too must be getting hot. He then asked what type of bras I like and what style and what fabric and those types of questions, something more personal about the choice of my panties selection too. I managed to answer them all. My BIL then asked me, “What is the shape of your breasts? Round or Conical?” I am not sure how to answer that and said “I think it’s a mixture of both”. He said “but I have to tick only one option, Anni”. He then paused for a while, looked at me and said, “If you don’t mind, let me measure and calculate.Then I can say as per my company calculations, what shape it is called”. For a moment, I was struck awe but almost immediately I made up my mind to let him to measure me. He then asked me to remove my saree and I hesitantly bring down the saree pallu and stood in front of him, with my protruding boobs grabbed inside the blouse.Santhosh took a measuring tape and started measuring me and in that process, his fingers began to touch my boobs. He then placed his one hand on the slope of my boobs and the other below the boobs lightly, as if holding the boob and said “Anni, they are round and not too pointed”.His touch was making me feeling great and I could not say no, while he was touching. He then asked whether my boobs were soft or hard. I said “hard”. He said “I doubt” and he daringly put his hands over my boobs and pressed it a bit. He then said, “Yours is soft to touch but hard in shape”.But still my BIL was showing no signs of getting hot so I was thinking whether he is touching me on purpose or was really very professional. His non-excitement was giving me a sign he was a professional and was not doing to have a chance on me.Santhosh then asked me to jump up and down for 3 times to see how my current bra was in tact in performing. I did that too and he could see my boobs flying in all directions. This time I noticed his eyes lightened a bit but I was still not sure.He then gave me a weighing scale and asked me to get inside the room and measure my breasts weight alone individually and collectively, preferably with no clothes on. Now I really doubt this was also a part of the questionnaire. I hesitated a bit. He said, “This is the last part of the survey. Please do it for me Anni”. Though I had my own doubts about this ‘weighing’ part, I proceeded to give it a try and thereby obliging my BIL’s request too.I said to him I shall use his room which was in the ground floor while mine was in the upstairs. I went inside the room, removed my blouse, thought for a while whether it’s really necessary to remove the brassiere but decided to do so as per myBIL’s request and got rid of my bra too. Now I was all nude above my waist. Then I put the weighing machine on the edge of the bed. I knelled down on the floor and put my breasts over the weighing scale, measured them and took a paper from his writing desk and wrote it.While putting back my clothes, I decided not to wear the brassiere and put on only my blouse and saree, leaving the bra there on the bed itself. I just want to test my BIL’s reaction on seeing my brassiere lying on his bed! I then came outside and gave the paper to him, for which myBIL said his survey was over and he thanked me for my timely help. I said the dinner is ready and asked him to come and have it. He said to me, “you have it Anni. I will have after some time. I shall first enter these data’s on to my laptop and finalize this survey and then I will come”.I had my dinner and then went to his room to call him for dinner. Santhosh was not in his room. I saw his all clothes removed and were on the bed. Immediately I looked out for the brassiere but I found it missing. Is it taken by my BIL? He was in bathroom.With little confusion or delight I don’t know, I came out. After a while, my BIL came out, after having his bath and said the survey is over and thanked me again. He then went to the dinner table to have the dinner. I then quietly went to his room again.Now I saw my brassiere lying on the center of his bed. I picked it up and I found some sticky damp white fluid to be on the cups. Immediately I realized that it was the semen of myBIL and he had masturbated on my brassiere! Though I was bit embarrassed seeing that, a strange sense of craving hit me and immediately I was wet between my legs! Now all the doubts of my BIL being professional were over. Now I decided to catch him red-handed.Reach me for your comments at santi.naidu@gmail.com