Caretaker for disabled bhabhi – Part 7

I was caught off guard, not expecting her to bring this up now. Sensing my discomfort, Bhabhi assured me, “I won’t be mad, Sonu, but I need you to be honest with me.”

“I’m sorry, Bhabhi. I couldn’t help myself,” I replied, hanging my head down in shame.

Bhabhi: Oh god, so Bunty was telling the truth all along. I rudely asked him to leave, thinking he was lying, but he was trying to protect me. And what if he tells others about what you did? What if it was your Bhaiya who found my panties under your bed? How could you be so reckless, Sonu?

“I’m so sorry to have put you in this spot, Bhabhi,” I mumbled.

Bhabhi: Sorry, I won’t cut it, Sonu. You have to apologise for calling him a liar the next time we see him, and so do I for rudely asking him to leave. Anyway, the new caretaker he has arranged for is coming in the morning. You should sleep now.

The next morning, I was woken up by the ringing of the doorbell. Realising it must be the new caretaker, I rushed to Bhabhi’s room. I quickly dressed her before we both headed down to greet the new caretaker. I opened the door, and standing in front of us wasn’t the caretaker but Bhaiya himself.

Bhaiya yelled, “SURPRISE!” with a big grin on his face as he rushed towards Bhabhi and hugged her dearly. “I know I wasn’t supposed to return till tomorrow, but I wanted to surprise you, Sheetal,” said Bhaiya while still embracing Bhabhi.

Bhabhi was unable to hug him back, but her shock soon subsided. She welcomed him, saying, “This is the best surprise ever, Raj. I am so happy to have you back finally.”

I touched Bhaiya’s feet, and he gave me his blessings. He hugged me as well.

Bhaiya: Sonu, I have put you through a lot, burdening you with so much while I was away, but no more. Look who I have brought with me.

Standing behind Bhaiya was a slim, petite lady in glasses. She smiled at us and said, “Hi, Didi, hi Bhaiya. I am Seema.”

Bhaiya: Seema will be your new caretaker from now on, Sheetal. Come, let’s go inside, and I’ll introduce you to Seema properly.

We all headed inside and sat on the sofa.

Bhaiya: Sheetal, Seema is a certified personal care assistant. She was taking care of Bunty’s mother, who suffered from prolonged back pain. However, his mother is better now and no longer requires care. Bunty himself called me to let me know Seema was looking for work and got me in touch with her.

Bhabhi: What?! Bunty arranged all this?

Bhaiya: Yes Sheetal. We owe him a huge favour for helping us. It’s difficult times like these that show who our true friends are.

Bhabhi went silent. Her posture slumped, and her face tensed up as if something was deeply troubling her.

Bhaiya: What happened, Sheetal? Is something wrong?

Bhabhi exhaled deeply and said, “I am so angry and ashamed of myself, Raj.”

Bhaiya: Ashamed? Why Sheetal? What happened?

Bhabhi: Because I made a grave mistake in misjudging Bunty. I have always thought of him as a self-centred, annoying goofball. I have always been somewhat cold and unfriendly, even rude towards him at times, making fun of his short, stocky frame.

Bhabhi: But his selfless, kind-hearted gesture has proven me so very wrong, Raj. I deeply regret my unkind behaviour towards him.

Bhaiya: Don’t be so hard on yourself, Sheetal. When the time is right, I am sure you will figure out a way to show him how grateful you are.

How could Bhabhi be so naive? Did she forget that just yesterday, he had tried to take advantage of her vulnerable situation? Did she forget how her body involuntarily responded with arousal? She felt Bunty’s erection grind against her plump butt.

His hands held onto her melons from over her clothes. So aroused, in fact, that had I not intervened. He was moments away from pulling down her shorts to see and explore her privates.

Bhaiya: Sheetal, let’s get ready and head over to your parents’ house. I am dying to see my little angel. We’ll spend most of the day there, go to the temple, and get God’s blessings.

I took Bhaiya and Seema’s luggage to their rooms. Seema’s room was right next to theirs so that she could be close to Bhabhi. In one of Seema’s bags, I noticed an electronic breast pump. I was impressed that she had come prepared. She was truly a professional.

They all freshened up and left for Bhabhi’s parent’s house and returned around 11 pm. Bhaiya handed me some food he had brought back and said they already had dinner outside.

Bhaiya: OK, Sonu. It’s been a long day. Your Bhabhi and I are tired. We should get some sleep now.

Sleep was the last thing on their minds. He had waited a long time for this and couldn’t wait to take Bhabhi inside to strip her nude and fuck her senseless. Bhabhi’s wait was finally over as well. Tonight, after a long torturous wait, Bhabhi would finally get the fucking she desperately needed.

Bhaiya and Bhabhi went to their room and closed the door. I sat there on the dining table, with food in front of me, but I had no desire to eat. Feelings of jealousy and sadness consumed me, wishing I was the one in Bhabhi’s room instead of Bhaiya. Seema sat on the dining table to give me company.

Seema: What happened, Bhaiya? You didn’t eat anything.

Although Seema was older than me and close to Bhabhi’s age, she insisted on calling me Bhaiya. The contrast between them was jarring, with the only similarity being that she was just as fair as Bhabhi. Seema was considerably shorter and as slim and petite as they come.

She had medium c-cup perky tits and a cute little butt, in contrast to Bhabhi’s assets. I found her very hot. I would have liked nothing more than to take her to my room and fuck her to take my mind off Bhabhi. But I couldn’t make any advances as she was engaged. I couldn’t risk her telling others.

Me: It’s nothing, Seema, don’t worry. It’s just been a long day.

Seema: Bhaiya, I know it must be difficult for you to let go after having single-handedly taken care of Bhabhi for the last few weeks.

Me: Not at all, Seema. I’m overjoyed that you and Bhaiya are here now to take care of Bhabhi.

Seema: You say you’re overjoyed, but your expressions betray you. Bhaiya, it’s only natural to get close to someone when you spend so much time alone with them and taking care of them.

“I’m not sure what you’re trying to say, Seema,” I said. I was getting worried that Seema knew or suspected more than she was letting on.

“Nothing, Bhaiya. I want you to know that I understand your plight,” said Seema as she placed her hand on my bare thigh.

Her touch was electrifying. I was hoping for her hand to creep up into my shorts and feel my now-erect manhood. But it never happened, and she promptly moved her hand away.

We made idle chit-chat for a bit when suddenly, Bhaiya came out of their room looking flustered and somewhat upset. He headed straight to the living room without looking at us and sat on the sofa in silence.

I headed over to him and asked, “Is everything OK, Bhaiya?”

Bhaiya: I’m fine Sonu. Just couldn’t sleep. Maybe it’s the jet lag.

Clearly, something had happened, perhaps an argument with Bhabhi, that was troubling him. But he couldn’t say anything.

Seema: Sonu Bhaiya, why don’t you put on a good movie for Sir to watch? I’ll bring a glass of turmeric milk to help him relax.

I put on some movies to help distract Bhaiya from whatever was troubling him. Seema soon came back and handed Bhaiya a glass of milk. We both sat there giving Bhaiya company. He drank the milk and, after a few minutes, dozed off right there on the sofa.

Seema: Bhaiya, before we wake Sir up, he goes back to his room. Why don’t you check if Bhabhi is OK? It seems like they had a fight, and she might need someone to talk to.

I was amazed at how thoughtful and considerate Seema was. I headed over to Bhabhi’s room and opened the door. Bhabhi was on the bed, lying on her tummy under a blanket, her face down on one side on a thin pillow. Her salwar kameez, bra and panties were scattered haphazardly on the floor.

Bhabhi couldn’t see who opened the door as she was lying on her tummy. She assumed Bhaiya had come back.

Bhabhi: Raj, don’t blame yourself. Take as much time as you need to. We can try again if you’re ready and willing.

I walked over to the side of the bed where Bhabhi’s head was facing and knelt until my face was level with hers.

Startled to see me instead of Bhaiya, Bhabhi said, “Sonu, you? What are you doing here at this time?”

Me: Try what again, Bhabhi? Bhaiya suddenly came outside, looking quite agitated. Is everything OK?

Bhabhi: Everything is fine, Sonu.

Me: Did Bhaiya find out what happened? Is that why he is upset?”

Bhabhi whispered, “No, of course not, Sonu! Don’t even bring that up. All I can tell you is that my disability proved too much for your Bhaiya to overcome.

Me: Overcome what, Bhabhi? Wait… are you saying Bhaiya wasn’t able to get an erection because of this change?

“This is a huge change for him. He needs some time, but for now, he is unable to see me as anything but a cripple.” Said Bhabhi, as her eyes teared up.

“So what if you’re crippled, Bhabhi? Even with your disability, do you know how many men would eagerly trade places with Bhaiya to share this bed with you?” I said. I slid one hand under the blanket to grab her soft, plump ass cheek.

“Sonu, don’t! He is right outside! What are you doing!” Bhabhi whispered as I continued to grope and knead her soft buns.

“Don’t worry, Bhabhi. He dozed off on the sofa.” I said. I slid my fingers between her ass crack and down to her furry pussy to find that Bhabhi’s pussy was dripping wet.

Bhabhi’s breathing intensified, and her buttocks arched up as I rubbed her pussy, but she continued to reason, saying, “What happened last night was a mistake in the heat of the moment while he was away, but to repeat it while he is here in the house? This is madness, Sonu!”

Me: It’s the night before your wedding anniversary, Bhabhi. Madness is Bhaiya being unable to perform while his wife’s pussy is on fire.

As she breathed heavily with her pussy pulsating firmly in my grasp. With minimal effort, one of my fingers easily slid all the way into Bhabhi’s sloppy pussy, causing her ass to tremble as she gasped in pleasure.

Now with her big plump butt arched up and her pussy dripping wet like a dog in heat. I slowly moved my finger in and out of her pussy.

I tried one last time to convince her, “You have patiently waited so long for him to return. This night doesn’t have to end in disappointment just because of his hangups. We don’t have much time, Bhabhi. If you want me to stop, tell me to leave now, and I will.”

With my fingers still drilling her pussy, Bhabhi struggled to make up her mind. Not wanting to make the decision easy for her, I lowered my shorts and briefs to my knees. I exposed my rock-hard dick and hanging balls inches from her face.

I said, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, Bhabhi, and he won’t ever come to know about this.”

While Bhabhi considered my twisted reasoning, her eyes were glued to my upright erection, something Bhaiya had failed to offer her today. Having made up her mind, she looked up at me and said, “You need to leave Sonu.” I removed my fingers from Bhabhi’s pussy.

I got up on my feet to pull my shorts back up when Bhabhi continued, “But before you leave, be quick and finish what you have already started.”

Knowing I didn’t have much time, I got up on the bed and removed my shorts and briefs before pulling aside the blanket to uncover Bhabhi’s nude back. I got up on the bed between Bhabhi’s legs and raised her hips so that she was on her knees with her big butt raised.

I held on to her hips and pressed my face against her plump ass cheeks, feeling their pillowy softness against my face, kissing them all over. Occasionally sucking and gently biting them. I held on to each ass cheek with both hands.

I spread them apart so that her furry pussy and puckered asshole were in plain sight from behind. I bury my face between her buns. I was licking her spread buttocks and throbbing pussy to my heart’s content.

Bhabhi responded by rocking her ass back and forth against my face, softly moaning my name in pleasure, but to her dismay, I suddenly stopped, realizing I didn’t have much time. Had I continued a little longer, Bhabhi would surely have reached orgasm.

That would be the end of it. But tonight, on the night before her wedding anniversary, I wanted to offer her something Bhaiya was unable to do.

I stood upright on my knees, between her legs and parted her ass cheeks. I held on to her soft buns with both hands. I leaned forward to nudge the tip of my cock between her pussy opening. Bhabhi tilted her head back, and we made eye contact.

“Please, Bhabhi. We don’t have much time,” I said as we looked at each other.

Bhabhi: Then hurry up, Sonu, but be careful not to cum inside me.

I was a bit puzzled at first as the chances of Bhabhi getting pregnant, although not impossible, were very low. But then it occurred to me that leaving that one act exclusively for Bhaiya was a compromise that, in her sexually frustrated mind.

I nodded and gently pushed in until the head of my dick disappeared into her pussy. It then slowly made its way into her love canal until it was halfway in. There was no going back now. The seal had been broken, and a new guest had entered her abandoned property for the first time.

Bhabhi welcomed the guest by pushing her buttocks back against my hips. The entire length of my erection was completely swallowed by Bhabhi’s big ass and velvety pussy. I kept it there all the way in without moving.

I was feeling the warmth of her pulsating pussy wrapped around my erection. When she made her marriage vows to Bhaiya, she could never have imagined another man would one day fuck her deep in her pussy. Yet here she was, with her starved pussy stuffed to the brim by her little brother-in-law.

As I tried to pull back, Bhabhi clenched her pussy walls to tighten her grip on my cock. Locking it tight deep in her pussy, unwilling to let the guest escape. Words won’t do justice to the flurry of emotions that overcame me at that moment.  Our unholy, depraved union was finally complete.

I slowly eased my erection all the way out until the tip was just outside her pussy before driving it in again. As I increased my pace, I remember thinking how surreal all this was. I was actually fucking my motherly Bhabhi raw without a condom.

I was never supposed to have any rights over her pussy. Yet here she was with her big ass accepting the pounding from her brother-in-law while her husband slept outside. As my pounding intensified, Bhabhi buried her face in the pillow to muffle her grunts.

I knew that she was moments away from cumming. I, too, wasn’t going to last long. I wanted to unload my cum deep inside her, but she hadn’t given me that right. I couldn’t hold off any longer. I pulled out and took my cock in my hand.

Globs of thick warm cum leaked down the crack of her ass, down to her furry pussy. I immediately placed my cock back against her now cum coated pussy. I started rubbing it up and down over her pussy. Bhabhi’s ass trembled as she squirted all over my dick.

After she cum, the mixture of our juices continued dripping down from her pussy onto the bedsheet. I collapsed on top of Bhabhi’s back, and we remained lying there catching our breaths with me on top of her, my cock still buried between her tightly clenched buttocks.

We lay there like that catching our breaths as I lowered my lips to kiss and suck on the back of her neck as I repeatedly whispered over and over again, “I love you, Bhabhi. I love you so much, Bhabhi.” To my disappointment, even after all this, Bhabhi didn’t reciprocate and say, “I love you.”

We were jolted back to reality at the sound of Seema whispering from outside the door, “Bhaiya, is everything OK?”

I immediately got up and put on my shorts. Bhabhi’s pussy was a hot mess with my cum slathered all over it. I had to wipe her before opening the door. I picked up the first thing I saw: her panties on the ground. I gave her pussy and ass cheeks a quick wipe before placing her panties back on the floor.

I opened the door to find Seema standing there with a glass of water in her hand.

Seema: Bhaiya, Can you wake Sir up and tell him to sleep in his room now? I’ll give Bhabhi some water.

I made my way to the living room and nudged Bhaiya awake.

In a sleepy voice, Bhaiya asked, “How long have I been asleep, Sonu?”

Me: Not too long, Bhaiya. You should go and sleep in your room now.

Bhaiya got up and suddenly hugged me. “Sonu, once again, thank you for all you have done for this family. I would be lost without the support of a brother like you.” I didn’t know what to say. I felt bad for him. It’s not that I didn’t love or respect him.

I still did but those sentiments were no longer any match for my ungodly lust for Bhabhi. Bhaiya made his way to his room as I headed towards mine. Midway to my room, I realized that I hadn’t put on my briefs. Shit. I remember taking them off on the bed but forgot to wear them in my rush.

I turned around, but it was too late. Their door was closed. I went to my room but couldn’t sleep as I was getting panic attacks, thinking about what would happen if Bhaiya found my briefs on his bed. Just then, I heard a knock on the door.

Nervously, I headed to the door and opened it, only to find Seema standing there. She pulled something out of her shorts pocket and said, “Bhaiya, I found these briefs on the edge of Bhabhi’s bed. They looked too small to belong to Sir. Did you forget them there?”

There was no denying these were mine, but I started nervously stammering.

Me: It’s not what it looks like, Seema. I can explain.

Seema smiled and said, “You don’t owe me any explanation, Bhaiya. How you take care of Bhabhi is none of my business. I assure you that Sir won’t hear anything from me.”

Me: Thank you, Seema. I owe you big time.

Seema retired to her room, and I, too, was finally able to sleep peacefully.

The next morning, I woke up to a lot of noise coming from the kitchen. I made my way to the kitchen to find Bhaiya making breakfast for everyone.

Me: Good morning, Bhaiya. Why are you making breakfast? Where is Seema?

Bhaiya turned around with a big smile on his face and said, “Did you forget Sonu? I always make breakfast on this day. Seema is getting your Bhabhi ready.”

I had totally forgotten. Today was their wedding anniversary. I wished him well and started setting the table. Bhaiya finished cooking, and we sat at the dining table, waiting for Bhabhi and Seema to join us. They both came out dressed in pyjamas and joined us on the table as well.

I wished Bhabhi a happy wedding anniversary. But she was unable to make eye contact with me after what happened last night. She thanked me, but there was an undeniable awkwardness and tension between us.

Just as we began eating, the doorbell rang. Bhaiya answered the door to find Bunty. He had come to pay his respects to Bhaiya. Bunty touched Bhaiya’s feet, and they hugged. Bhabhi also stood up to greet him with a huge smile on her face, still thinking about how he had generously arranged for a caretaker.

Bunty touched Bhabhi’s feet as well. He then proceeded to hug her, crushing her large boobs in his short and stocky embrace, the effects of which were obvious on Bhabhi’s face. It became red like a tomato.

Bunty joined us at the dining table, wished them both a happy wedding anniversary, and asked how they planned to celebrate the day.

Bhaiya: I didn’t have much time to plan anything, but maybe we can do a dinner date.

Bunty: Bhaiya, there is a beach resort close by. As my wedding anniversary gift to you and Bhabhi, I would like to pay for the accommodation and transport for all of you.

Bhaiya turned to Bhabhi and said, “Sheetal, once again, Bunty has come to our rescue. We are getting more and more indebted to him.” He then turned to Bunty and said, “That’s very generous of you, Bunty, but we will only accept it on the condition that you join us.”

Bunty: Bhaiya, you guys enjoy being a family. I don’t want to impose.

Bhabhi: No, Bunty. We won’t take no for an answer. After all you have done for us, you are now part of our family, no less than a brother, always protecting and caring for me. If we can ever do anything for you in return, all you have to do is ask.

With a huge smile, Bunty replied, “OK. Fine baba. How can I say no to my elders after all? I’ll ask the driver to come here with a van in an hour.”

Bhaiya: Well then, it’s settled. Let’s all get ready and make preparations for an overnight resort trip.

I honestly don’t know what was happening, but I didn’t like it. At face value, his gestures were indeed very kind. But I didn’t like seeing this fat slob anywhere near Bhabhi.

Especially now that her guard was down and she was no longer repulsed by his behaviour or appearance. I felt jealous that she was more appreciative of him than me after all that I had done for her.