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Younger bro's wife

I have had the opportunity to have sex with a close relative that is with my younger brother's wife. And whenever I read the i****t stories it reminded me of my flings with my beautiful bhabhi.We stay in a joint family. We live in a big palatial house, the ground floor of which is occupied by my parents and the first floor by me and the second floor by my younger brother. We took turns in making food for the entire family. A week it was my wife's turn and the next week would be my brother's wife who would run the kitchen of the house.We had domestic help for the chores and the food will be served in the common table. First, all male members will eat and then the ladies. Now the story must unfold after a brief intro. My name is Mahavir Jain, my brother is Girish Jain. I will not name the place of residence as it could give away the identity of the family.Our father Mr. Dalpatraj Jain is a famous businessman in our locality and hence he will have a lot of visitors every now and then. My wife, Smriti was in the final stages of delivery and I had to drop her at her parent’s house as this was her first delivery. Traditionally, the first delivery always happens in the mothers place in our community.This day I was having plenty of business and came home late. It was the turn of Simran Katri (my brother’s wife) to serve us the food. I was late, and my dad had a lot of visitors and hence my brother’s wife was very very tired. When I came home, I was very hungry and went straight to the dining table. But there was no food as the maid had cleared the food to retire early.I then went to my brothers room, knocked it and expected my brother to open the room. But Simran opened the room and I asked where Girish is? She said that Girish being the secretary of the local club, had to stay back for arrangements of a club function the next day. He may come in only after midnight.I said Simran, sorry to disturb you, but I’m feeling very hungry. She said Bhaiya, since you are alone will you allow me to serve you in your room rather than take all things to even in the ground floor. I said, Fine by me. I went to the wash room, changed in my pyjamas and sat on the sofa in my room watching TV. Simran came in with food and placed the food in front of me on the coffee table.These tables which are designed to be used as coffee tables are low tables which are meant to be kept in front of a couch or a sofa. The table being low, Simran had to bend a couple of times to keep the food. First, the chappati bowl and Dal Bowl and then the Sabzi bowl and finally the water bottle and glasses.Each time that she bent, she gave me a clear view of her deep cleavage which was seen well because she was in low cut nighty. I could not get a glimpse of her nipples as the fabric of her bra was clasping her boobs. I just got to see her deep cleavage.While I was watching her cleavage every time she bent, she also noticed me watching her but seem to ignore. This happened even while taking back the ...