I was in a pickle. How am I supposed to tell am man he is not a real man? But I tried. I took my ‘brother’ to a local watering hole to discuss, but drink only makes a man boast about his prowess and I could get no word edgewise. So that was a mistake and a failure.
I reported my failure to my MIL and she said she’d expected that, with a sigh and disappointment.
“So now, everything is in your hands, son,” she whispered.
“What?” I asked, “What Can I do?”
She looked down and said quietly, again almost in a whisper, “What you gave your wife, you need to give her sister as well. Please think about it.” And she looked up at me, expecting an answer.
“What, you want me to be a donor or something? That is something the rich high-faulting people do. That is not for us. Sorry.” I said, dismayed and amazed at what she was suggesting.
“I wasn’t talking about donating. Some thing more direct. Something a man and woman do.” she said.
“What? You want me to lie down with your older daughter? I am married to your younger one.”
“A man marrying two sisters is not uncommon in our culture,” she continued.
“No way I am that man. What will my wife say?”
She seemed to have an answer for everything, “She doesn’t have to know”.
“What about your elder daughter. Does she have a say in this? And how exactly are you planning I do this?”
“She has agreed,” she said quietly.
“What, to sleep with me?” I asked.
“Yes. We see that as the only way. Her husband has work and he is going away tomorrow. I will send the rest of the folks to a movie. She will stay back with some excuse. You should try to stay back as well”.
“You have thought of everything,” I said “What if I don’t want to do it? What if it comes out?”
“No one will know. And I don’t think you will not want to do it. I have seen you looking at her. I see you noticing her body, when she is bending down to collect things and working on the yard, even when she is serving food and the like.
She held my eyes, “She may not be very beautiful, but she is willing and able, and will do whatever you ask of her. We have talked about it.”
“So, tomorrow afternoon?”
“Yes,” my MIL said. “I will keep others out of the house. Not to worry.”
She was right, though. I did start noticing my SIL ever since I came here. My wife was pregnant and she had let herself go, eating everything in sight, putting on weight with pregnancy as an excuse. My SIL though, had a svelte figure, with right sized boobs, a bit bigger than my wife’s. The sari she wore did nothing to hide her curves. When she hiked up her sari to work in the yard, I could see her well defined legs up to a few inches above her knees, with a promise of thick welcoming thighs.
Come to think of it, I had also seen her a few days ago hanging her clothes out to dry after a bath and noticed how firm her body was, her nearly flat belly – and most importantly, the pair of panties she left on the clothes line. Left me imagining that on her, the gusset on her crotch, the think waistline of the cloth across her belly. Man, I think I jerked off that night rubbing against my wife’s ass after a few minutes of BJ and HJ, but obviously thinking about my SIL. I could make this work. Permanently. I was excited and I realized I had a hard-on, and I could see that my MIL noticed my expression and change in attitude. She had a slight smile on her face as we parted.
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