Date: 17 Nov 2001 11:00:34 -0000
From: Alisha Mathew A <alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com>
Subject: My Pregnant Times II by Alisha Lez/Encou

My Pregnant times Part II
Loved  By Sis-in-Law By Alisha

Three months have been passed and I was confirmed pregnant. I used to spend
my time cuddling my belly inspecting its growth and always tried to get a
symptom of a baby growing inside me. Fortunately I did not have to face
much aftereffects of pregnancy like nausea etc. The family was very happy
to hear about the arrival of a new baby. My husband was not getting any
leaves to come and see me. He sent me lot of letters and spent a good
fortune on overseas calls to assure me that he would be present when the
delivery is expected. So I was left alone with my baby growing inside my
womb and I spent time watching for each and every move he would make.  All
were certain that the child was going to be a boy, as there had been no
girl child in their family for a long time. Sex determination of a baby is
banned in India, so as to prevent people aborting babies when they knew are
going to be girls. A girl child means an additional burden to a family
whichever religion and caste to which she belongs. Even if a woman is
self-earning she may have to give dowry to her husband's family. By all
these reasons an arrival of a child is most unwelcome in Indian families.
Predictably a time is going to come when men have to marry men for want of
a suitable woman alternative if the trend is continuing. In Tamil Nadu
state there is one caste who insert a grain into the mouth of a newborn
girl so as to kill her immediately after delivery.

My in-laws started to take more and more care about me and my baby., to the
stage that I began to hate being pregnant. There were some rituals to be
performed each month. Everyone of the village knew the extremely private
news like regularity of my periods and the date on which the delivery is
expected. I felt that the village folk had nothing else to discuss other
than my pregnancy and delivery. There was not possible to hide anything
from the villager's prying eyes. There were women who had the habit of
visiting houses and during these visits they exchanged the internal secrets
they gathered from one house to the other. I was a fancy attraction to them
it seemed. I got accustomed to a guest coming to our house and if she is
aged 40+ she would soon enter my room without knocking and soon I may have
to show my belly to her. She would inspect the belly and pass some comment
about the possible delivery date, sex of the baby etc. At first I felt it
extremely repulsive and revolting to allow another person to touch my
intimate parts but I had no escape. If I threw them out I would be labeled
as an arrogant bride not accustomed to a decent family life. I have to be
diplomatic first and win the hearts of not only my in-laws but the public
too. Planter's family is one of the richest in the village and the new
bride of Planter's family has to be co-cordial, commanding respect and
willing to give a helping hand for those in need. There is not much privacy
in villages like in cities where nobody bothers who you are and what you
do. In villages if you go to a shrine to pray then it is news. Why did she
go? What is peculiar for the day? Hundreds of questions linger in
everyone's mind. You can't reply all of them, that's the way village is!
You cannot change their habits, better you change yourself.

My mother-in-law asked my sister in law to share the bed with me. A
pregnant lady should not be slept alone. If some emergency happened at
night, someone had to be with her. Since my husband was away and it was
improper to ask me to sleep with my in-laws, they decided to put my
husband's sister as my bedroom companion. She is younger than me. She was
studying for graduation at that time. She was a hostel inmate earlier but
she then changed to a day scholar and she used to wake up early and start
to college before 8 a.m. She was a hardworking student. She used to study
till midnight and I thought that she had no other interest on earthen
matters other than study. I did not like to share my room with any other
person. But I had no opinion at my in-laws house and they had a genuine
reason for putting her into my room. Even though we were two women and she
being only two or three years younger to me we were not having an intimate
relation. We did not get much opportunity too. She was busy with her
studies and exams most of the time and did not spend much time in my
company.

As per the doctor's advice I had to apply cream to my nipples and make them
bigger. I was afraid about my kid finding it difficult to drink breast milk
due to my fault. So whenever I go to sleep I applied some butter to my
areola and nipples and tried to make my nipples bigger using my fingers.
My mother in law had noticed that I took butter from the kitchen at nights.
She asked me whether I want butter to eat, then I had to tell her about my
nipples and the doctor's advice. This made she also to take much care and
she used to take butter to my room at night and put it on my table and
leave.  I used to remove my blouse and apply butter to my breasts and
nipples and make the nipples taut and high. But when my sister in law
started to live in my room, I found it difficult to continue the practice.
So I took the butter to the bathroom and applied it there after closing the
door.

My sister in law's name was Raji. She asked me about the butter issue and I
told her the reasons. From that day onwards she started taking butter to my
room. But I did not give her any opportunity to see my nipple growing
procedures. I would retire to the bathroom and would apply butter there.
One night I went to the bathroom and closed the door from inside. It was a
cold night and I was feeling very lonely and horny. There was no letters
from my husband for a long time. I felt very much isolated and felt happy
only when I touch my growing belly. There was no mirror in my bathroom to
inspect my growth and I did not dare to inspect in the room while my sister
in law was studying. I was afraid it might divert her attention from
studies.  I put the butter away on the ventilator glasses.  I thought a
shower might be good for me to suppress my sexual crave which I was feeling
at that night. So I went for a shower, thinking of the times with my doctor
and the other patient. Enjoying the water massage over my breasts, stroking
nipples and pinching them at the same time until they become hard. Imagined
them, the way the doctor was massaging the pregnant lady's big breasts and
the deep forest between her legs, while my hand's slipping down my body,
fallowed by the showerhead, reaching for my sprouting bush, my fingers
disappearing in it. Spreading my pussy lips and pointing the shower into my
pussy, I stood there. What a feeling! I was just standing and shaking like
before. Felt like lying down, but standing position gave me more pleasure.
I held the sprinkler head on it and stroke it with another hand.

Carefully, tenderly, I probed it with one finger, caressing the walls
inside, twisting the finger, taking it out. My pussy was open and asking
for more. Entered two more, continued to play. My index finger and thumb
were free to caress my clit, while shower exaggerated the effect. I closed
my eyes, licked my lips. Sprinkler head back on my tits. Pity my other hand
is not free to caress my tits. Moaning quietly, pushing my knees together,
shaking my hips, goose bumps all over me. I made the ceramic tiles on the
wall wet and warm and pressed my back against it. Raised my leg on the edge
of the bathtub, letting my fingers loose. Lowered the sprinkler underneath
my puss, pointing it against my holes and the area in between. Licking my
shoulder. Three fingers inside my puss were like part of it, circling, in
and out. I was dieing out! Then, I've done something special. Took all the
fingers out and licked them clean, first one by one, then all together,
tasting myself - I was so wet and horny! And then it was, I probed my back
passage with my little finger and my puss with my middle and ring fingers!
Moving them in slow pace. Tried to move them separately, but that didn't
worked, or it was me who didn't know how. But I managed to hold my puss
fingers still and to move the one in my ass! Then I saw a movement at the
closed door outside. There was a small gap between bathroom door and the
floor. So the shadow of some movement outside the door caught my attention.
Was it my sister in law near the door, or was the shadow created by some
other movements in the room?. I was not clear. I felt guilty about
masturbating when I was pregnant and I should be more responsible and a
mother like. But I was behaving like a slut in the bathroom. I did not get
any mood to apply the butter and proceeded outside. I looked at my sister
in law. She was sitting at her table writing notes. She was lost in her
thoughts and I guessed she might not have come to the door. I then combed
my hair and lied on the bed.

After some time my sister in law went to the bathroom. When she came out
she was carrying the butter in her hand. "Didi, you forgot to apply your
butter today?!", she asked. (Didi means elder sister).  "Yes, I am not
doing it today, I don't have a mood", I replied.  "Didi, why are you sad,
is it because my brother is away".  "No, nothing like that, I just feel
tired".  "I know, Didi, you miss him, no, poor Didi I know why you are
sad".  "Its cold night, and you miss bhai's cuddles and kisses, no?"  "No
dear, its not that, I feel tired".  "Didi, will you get angry if I ask you
something?"  "No, ask" "Do my brother put his thing in you everyday".  "You
naughty, how dare you ask about your brother?"  "No, I am just curious,
whom else can I ask about such things, I too have to marry no?"  "Well, its
our fate", I could not hide my disappointment.  "Didi, don't get angry if I
ask something, have you loved anybody before marriage?"  "Yes, I loved one
but we didn't talk about marriage, and before we meet again I was married
to your brother", I said.  "You were classmates?"  "No, he was one year
senior to me?"  "Have you kissed each other?"  "No, we have walked and
talked that's all" "Then Didi, how's my brother, is he loving" "Yes, why
did you ask such questions?"  "Because I know, he is not a lovable type, he
is always mean, he want his own pleasure and he never give a damn about
others".I felt the talk is going to be dangerous. I decided not to comment
on the remarks.

She then came close to me and put one hand on my shoulder and hugged me.
"Didi, its so cold this night, shall we share the same bed?", she asked me.
"No, you may kick at my belly in sleep, besides I prefer to sleep alone", I
said.  "Oh, Didi, I wont kick you, I want to be close to you, its so cold
today and I feel shivering, see my hairs on my arms, they are standing
up". I looked at her arms. What she said was correct. Her small hairs on
hands were rousing as if in emotion. In fact she was having lot of hair on
her hands and around her chin. There was a dark shade of moustache too, on
a close inspection I could see tiny hairs forming a very thinly visible
moustache for her.  She then touched my right hand and traced it from
shoulder to the wrist. Her touch was so soft and I felt ticklish. "Didi,
you are so lucky, you don't have any hair on your hands, so smooth like
cream. I am cursed with this hair on my hands. My friends often shame me
commenting about it", she said.  "Why they comment on it, most of the women
have hairs on their arms, no?, in fact its lovely to see it.  You are very
good complexion and the small hairs look so cute no, why are you
depressed?", I asked.  "No Didi, you don't know, the reason for I skipped
hostel is this hair. The girls call me hairy Raji. I have done so much to
remove them, but they keep on growing, oh how lucky you are, you are so
smooth unlike me", she was moving her fingers on my hand and I saw some
goose bumps appearing near inside of my knees. She was running her fingers
to and fro on my hand, and on her upside move, she made the hands of my
night dress rolled up and up until my right hand was bare down from the
shoulders. I felt she was trying to touch my armhole once in a while busy
talking. Anyway the subject interested me too. In my case I was thinking
that my hands lacked the small hairs and so they are becoming rougher on
the surface. The women having hairs on their arms have an oily appearance
and in most cases their arms are so soft to touch.  "You could apply some
cream on your hands and remove the hairs, if you want that bad", I offered
her an idea.  "Didi, I have tried all that, I applied hair removing creams,
shaved my hands using razors, they become stronger only".  "No, never shave
using a razor, that will cut your hairs.  And it will make them growing
faster. Where did you get a razor anyway?", I asked.  "Oh, Didi, you don't
know, girls have those disposable type razors in their room. Most of them
use it shave their pussies", she offered.  My, my!, the topic was getting
hotter. I felt a slight tickling in my armpits and I noticed that my sister
in law had put her fingers in my armpits and was searching there for
hairiness. I had shaved my armpits and hairs were only started sprouting
before two weeks. Soon she was touching the tips of my armpit hairs and
without any abash she took her fingers to her nose and sniffed.  "Oh, Didi,
why do you shave at your armpits, you have rougher hair there".  "Dear, I
used to shave them once in two months. I am an always sweating type woman
you know, so I feel sticky there".  "But, Didi you smell so good, I feel
envy of my brother, shall I say that your smell excite me in a way, how
lucky my brother to have you lay by his side, with your fruity fragrance".
She rubbed deliberately in my armpits and boldly applied her fingers to her
nose and acted like she was deeply inhaling it.

I felt the girl was behaving crazy even though it excited me in some way.
But I was not interested to promote what I had suspected like a lesbian
tendency. It was not because I was a puritan but I did not like to be with
a girl in our family and I had to keep my dignity and authority as bride of
the family intact. So I decided to change the subject and said, "Ok, Raji,
I feel like sleepy, let me rest and you can take care of your studies".
"But Didi, you did not use your butter today!".  "Oh, no, I don't feel like
in a mood today, lets skip it" "Didi, please I may help you, let me rub it
on you".  "No, please leave me, Raji what are you doing?"  But she was not
listening to me; she took a dollop of butter and applied to my breasts,
which was naked in my nightdress as I was not wearing a bra. All this
happened in one instant so I could not prevent it. I got angry and pushed
her a little bit away.  "No, its not the way to apply, you have spoiled my
dress. Ants will come in night with the butter sticking on the robe".  "Oh,
don't get angry Didi please, I just acted on impulse. Didi, I was
interested to see your breasts. I was worrying about my case when my mother
told me about your problem. See I too have very small nipples", saying this
she unbuttoned her shirt and flashed me her breasts.  I was stunned for an
instant at the unexpected and beautiful display of her cute breasts to
me. They were two pert darlings, a little conical and indeed the nipples
were not that big. I felt they were smaller compared to me, but she was
younger to me then.  "You don't use a bra?", I asked.  "No, Didi why would
we wear them at nights. You are also of habit of not wearing them no?", she
once again put her hands in my nightie and cupped my breasts. I was unable
to say any reply. I looked at her conical pale coloured breasts. They were
looking at me with proud about their shape, they were not of sagging
type. I bet them would remain the same shape for long years to come. Her
nipples were not black but of a brown color. I suppressed an instant desire
to touch them. But the girl was not going to leave me alone.  "Didi, why do
your doctor complain your nipples are small, look they are getting bigger
in my hands.  Wow, they are a little pairs, you darlings, look how they
appear so creamy, oh, Didi your tits are so soft and creamy, well is it
because you apply butter to them. Ah!, they indeed are butter like. Why
don't you remove the nightie and spread the butter as you do everyday.
Well, let me help you, Didi please"

She had opened my nightie by unzipping it from the front and yanked it to
my midriff over my shoulders. She sought the butter she had already applied
on my chest and started rubbing it around my breasts. Even though I found
repulsive to the idea I felt she was softer in touch and she was applying
it better than me. Or was I feeling like that due to the change of hands.
One gets excited when another person touches her intimate parts than
touching there by herself. I think that is a weakness of women.  Men are
often bold and at ease when jerking off him, but when a woman tries to
imitate the same she actually likes some other person man/woman doing it to
her. I don't think women may disagree at this point. If you ask any women
about the best fantasy she visualise when pleasuring herself and analyse
the result you are sure to find that none fantasise about touching her by
herself. Even though she may be rubbing and fingering herself, she is
fantasising that the hands belongs to some other. While I was busy in my
thoughts, my sister in laws expert hands were rubbing my breasts with the
cold butter and soon she managed to make my nipples hard rock and she was
rubbing with added vigour and with an evil shine in her jet black eyes.

"Didi, let me see if someone can suck properly from your nipples, don't
worry I don't bite you".  The bold girl was forcing me to lay fixed to the
bed with both her hands on my hands and she sucked my teats like a greedy
starving child. Her own tits were moving up and down with the small brown
cherry at their tops. I could not help but stare at those inviting pairs.
"Didi, no milk here, and here too, when will it start milk coming out of
your boobs?"  "I have no idea".  "Well Didi, what do you think of my
breasts are they too small, please feel ", she grabbed my hands and lead
them to her tits.  I reluctantly touched them. What was I doing?. Rubbing
my husband's sister's bare chest. What would someone think if someone enter
the room and see us?  But the morality is short living once you start an
amorous adventure. I could not help but take her small nipples and tried to
pull them out from those areolas. They were rough and taut like a dried
grape fruit. I took some butter from my breasts and applied it to her
nipples and tried to soften them. I felt it more exciting now. I imagined
myself in place of my husband when he did those naughty things to me. I
felt like a naughty boy who got a surprise gift to feel a girl's boobs.
Well I felt damn juicy down below. Was my cunt overflowing?. No!, I have to
stop this, I decided. I was playing too much to the tune of my sister in
law. So I stood up and said, "Ok, Raji, that's enough. Now let me go to
sleep". I did not wait to see her response. I rushed to the bathroom and
came out after putting right my nightdress and done the other thing.
Pregnant ladies have to go more often to the toilets than others.  When I
came back my sister in law had moved to the corner and was not looking at
me. I could see frustration , desperation and possibly anger on her face
about my reluctance and neglect towards her amorous attempts. She was
reading a book and copying notes from it. She was facing my bed from her
point of view. To sleep I had to face her. In India it is customary to
sleep either from south to north or from east to west direction. Sleeping
in the direction of south is a taboo, as it indicates death. When one is
dead he would be put lying towards south. When buildings are constructed
wells or digs are not constructed on southern side which may cause death to
the house owner. Tamarind trees are planted at south direction in belief to
prevent premature death. I don't know how much scientific support is there
for this theory, but sleeping towards south will cause conflict between the
magnetic field in our body and the magnetic pole of Earth.

 I had to sleep facing her and the light was on. So I put a scarf on my
eyes and proceed to sleep. This is a practice most of the people do who
does not want light on when they sleep, especially in train journeys and
hostels where some may be studying and some may want sleep.  After getting
pregnant, I was prevented from sleeping on sides or on my stomach. It was
habitual for me to hike my legs and put it on bed in a V fashion in deep
sleep. I put a sheet to cover me and shut my eyes. I was a sound sleeper
and soon I went to a sleep. But I was awaken by a movement at my legs. I
opened my eyes and tried to look around through the scarf. It was obvious
that I had slept for an hour or so. The light was still on.  The scarf was
thin like a veil, so I could get a semi transparent view through it. I had
put my legs in V fashion in my sleep but the sheet was moved away from me
and my legs were bare at the end. I was wearing an underskirt and a long
robe (nightie which is a popular dress for women at home in India now a
days as it give more room to air circulation if we do not wear panties and
at the same time cover all of the body like a purdha which Muslim women
wear).

When my eyes got focused I had seen that my legs were bare and the nightie
along with the underskirt had got hiked to my knees in my sleep.  I found
someone was standing in a bow position at the end of my cot. Then it came
clear that my sister in law was bowing and was obviously looking at my
bared legs. I wondered what might have caused her distraction. Had I done
anything in my sleep to distract her attention from study, I wondered. I
tried to clear my view, but if I remove my scarf she would understand that
I was awake. I wanted to see what was she doing without disturbing her
posture. Was it some bug or mosquito drinking my blood? Was she waiting to
kill any insect biting me in sleep? I tried to sharp my focus of view
through the scarf . Then I understood that my sister in law had also hiked
her skirt and was closely looking at my legs. I could not see clear through
the scarf. I then turned to the side as if in sleep and by a small move
with fingers I made the portion of scarf above my eyes to a single fold
from a multiple fold. After some time I again changed to the previous
position, this time spreading my legs a bit wider.

Now I was getting almost a clear view of the surrounding through the scarf
and at the same time my sister in law could not see my eyes looking from
outside. She was sitting on a chair facing me with a frustrated look. Her
skirt was hiked and she had put her legs on the edges of my cot. She was
sitting like a hunter waiting for his prey. She was grunting her teeth and
was muttering something. When I regained my original position she became a
little calm. She left the chair and came close to me and was looking at my
bare legs. She put her hand on my leg like a feather and felt my leg
hair. I had some very small hairs on my calves. I looked at hers. She was
hairy in that department like her hands. There was a green shadow of hair
on her calves and she then went back to chair. She pressed her bare thighs
like a wrester and in the other instant she came to me again. She was
obviously trying to look between my legs, but she could not see anything,
as light was not falling on my thighs in my V position. She then put her
arm on my kneecap and pressed a bit firmly. I did not move. That might have
encouraged her.  She put two of her fingers into my already hiked skirt and
nightie and spread them wider until they became sufficiently wider like an
umbrella top. By a clever move she hiked it again and almost half of my
thighs were bare then. She again charged back to the chair and sat there
facing me while keeping her legs wider and the feet resting on my cot.

I guessed she had got some advantageous view by my manipulated posture. She
was feeling her bare thighs from one end to other end using her fingers
moving faster like sweeping. I could see her tiny hairs rousing and she was
making goose bumps all over her thighs. She again came to me and hiked my
dress for one inch or so. She moved back to her vintage position and again
started making goose bumps. This went on for about ten minutes. She would
come to me one instant and hike my dress one inch and go back. Finally most
of my thigh was bared and she was getting more and more excited with her
experiments. I did not made any move, although I was feeling cold by the
exposing of my body. By this time she had hiked whole of her dress above
her waist and was sitting on the chair with her butt naked. She then spread
her legs wider and I could see her pussy hairs clearly. She was very much
hairy between her legs too. Due to the thick condensation of her pussy hair
I could not trace the shape of her pussy. She had been growing a fine mat
of hair between her legs. Only she could locate her vagina through the
dense bush between her legs. She then put one finger into her vaginal top
and with the other hand she was trying to crush her right breast. She soon
attained a rhythm of putting one finger permanently manipulating her pussy
and the using the other hand she was alternatively crushing her breasts. It
remembered me the occasions when I masturbated watching porno movies when I
was home alone. Her grunting voices became more and more audible and I
could smell a faint smell of pussy juice in our room. It should not have
emitted from mine.  I felt a sudden sympathy and at the same time an
appreciation about her wicked daring acts. I could never get such courage
to act wild.  She was more and more leaning backwards on her chair and her
legs were getting wider and wider. She was placing her legs on the cot and
moving her pussy to my direction like alphabet M, but in a very slanting
form.  After some five minutes she gathered more courage and came to me and
with one final dashing move made my pussy visible to her. She cried a 'hah'
seeing that my pussy was clean shaved. She would never have expected me
with a shaved pussy. She gagged herself to suppress the sound and ran back
to her chair. What followed was a totally unforgettable picture of frantic
female masturbation. She was using me as her sexual awakening object and
was frigging her pussy like a mad woman. She made more and more grunting
voice and was busy inserting more and more fingers into her bushy pussy.
She shed all her clothes and became totally nude. She was running around my
cot fingering herself madly. I have never seen such a wild woman in my
life. She was like snake in heat and completely berserk. Was she never
thinking that I might be awake? Was she not giving any damn to get caught
in her wild acts?  She then inserted one finger into her ass and other into
her pussy. Finally she collapsed near me in bed.  I could hear her frantic
deep breath like an asthma patient. But I decided not to hurt her by waking
up.  After some time she jerked away and put on her dress and switched off
the light. After an instant I felt her hands on my pussy. She put her palm
on my pussy like an eagle snatching a chicken. I did not move it for about
five minutes and then she cupped there for one second. She was lying on my
left side, she put my loose hand and lead into her hairy pussy mound. I did
not like to wake up. She tried to cup her pussy using my hands. But I
stayed like a corpse not giving any help. Finally she got irritated and
moved to my right side over me. She then kept her left palm on my bald
pussy and keeping it there, she used her right hand to masturbate again. I
don't remember when I actually started sleeping.

When I was awake, my sister in law had arranged my dress properly and she
had put morning tea on the table. I wondered how my husband's sister became
such a wild sexy woman risking anything for her pleasure while my hubby was
never such sex crazy. I wondered how did she learn all those wicked tricks
at such an early stage. I got the answers after some weeks.

(To be continued)
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