Bonding with sister-in-law

I was married for a month by now, and your husband has to be away due to work commitments. I lived with my sister-in-law and mother-in-law. It was no sister-in-law who performed all my pre-wedding rituals on me, some of which were really intimate.

The morning was still fresh and the fragrance of lavender incense sticks from the puja room could be sensed. The kitchen is buzzing with my sister-in-law, cooking, my mother-in-law, chit-chatting. It is a typical Saturday morning.

I was just out of my bedroom, fresh from sleep. I looked around for my husband, but soon realized he wasn't at home. He had a work-related trip planned for quite some time.

I walked down the stairs in my nightdress, my sister-in-law came out the kitchen door. She smiled at me. She had this beautiful, charming smile. Her eyes were so captivating, they drew me towards her. She too was still in her nightie and I could see her curves clearly underneath with sunlight behind her.

"You slept well?" she asked.

"Yea", I replied, "What are you up to?"

"I'm about to take an oil bath, as it's a Saturday. Want to join?" She asked.

"Oil bath?" I asked.

"It's a very traditional method, we have to keep ourselves oiled for half-an-hour and then bathe. It's very good for your skin, and also soothes your mind and relaxes your body".

"I will", I said.

She led me towards the backyard of the house. In the backyard was a big mat. There was a jug filled with coconut oil and a towel.

The sunlight filtered through the swaying leaves of the nearby neem tree, casting dappled patterns on her soft, olive skin. Her eyes were closed, and her lips curved in a serene smile as she massaged herself. It was a surreal moment, and I couldn't help but be entranced by her grace. As I applied the oil to my legs, I hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit self-conscious. We were both in our nighties. However, my sister-in-law's relaxed demeanor and the trust that had developed between us over the years made me feel more at ease.

I glanced at her, and she met my gaze with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry," she said softly, "we're family, and there's nothing to be shy about. This tradition is about bonding and rejuvenation. Let me help you with your back."

I mustered the courage and peeled off my nightie, leaving me in just my undergarments. My sister-in-law and I exchanged a reassuring look before she dipped her fingers in the aromatic oil and began to gently massage my back. Her touch was tender and expert, and the sensation was both relaxing and intimate.

I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the oil and the gentle, rhythmic movements of her hands wash over me. It was as if all the stress and worries that had been weighing on my mind were slowly melting away. I felt a profound connection with this age-old tradition, and with my sister-in-law who was sharing this experience with me.

As she continued to massage my back, I couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of the moment. The scent of the oil, the rustling leaves, and the distant sounds of daily life in our Indian household created a unique atmosphere. It was a moment of pure relaxation and bonding, a deepening of the connection between sisters-in-law who, in that tranquil space, were simply two women seeking solace and rejuvenation. After a while, she paused and said, "Now it's your turn to help me with my back." I took a deep breath and nodded, feeling more at ease with the idea. I dipped my fingers into the oil and began to replicate her gentle movements, massaging her back in return as she stood in her undergarments. It was a beautiful exchange of care and intimacy, strengthening the familial bonds that tie us together.

As we continued this timeless ritual, I couldn't help but be grateful for this moment of connection and the sense of belonging within the warm embrace of our Indian traditions. It was a reminder that sometimes, the most intimate moments can be shared with family, and they can be deeply enriching and healing.

Then I sat cross-legged on the floor as I was asked. My sister-in-law knelt behind me, her hands still coated with the aromatic oil. With a delicate touch, she unhooked my bra and gently eased it off my shoulders. The sensation was both unfamiliar and surprisingly freeing, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of vulnerability and acceptance in that moment.

As her hands continued to glide over my back, I could sense her care and attention to detail. She made sure to cover every inch of my skin with the fragrant oil, her touch unhurried and deliberate. I relaxed into the experience, letting go of any lingering self-consciousness, and allowed myself to appreciate the unique bond we were forging through this ancient ritual.

Her hands were warm and comforting, and the fragrance of the oil filled the air, enveloping us in a cocoon of tranquility. The traditional oil bath had evolved into a deeply personal and intimate experience, symbolizing trust and the unspoken connection between sisters-in-law.

As I stood up, my sister-in-law remained kneeling behind me, her hands still coated with the fragrant oil. I could feel a mix of anticipation and vulnerability, knowing that the last part of my body was about to be uncovered and attended to.

With a gentle touch, she began to slide my panties down, revealing the final part of my body that had been hidden. It was a moment that required both trust and a certain level of comfort with each other. She continued to apply the warm oil to this newly uncovered area, her touch maintaining the same level of care and delicacy as before. Her hands moved with grace and purpose, ensuring that every part of my body was properly nourished and rejuvenated. I closed my eyes and let go of any lingering inhibitions, fully embracing the experience. The oil felt warm and soothing, and her touch was like a feather, sending tingling sensations through my body. I could sense her fingers entering me from my behind gently as I let out a gentle moan.

The sensual feeling of the warm oil and her soft, skilled fingers moving inside of me was almost too much to handle. She slowly added a second finger, and the sensation was overwhelming. I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me as she skillfully moved her fingers in and out, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned loudly as she increased the pace and intensity, taking me to new heights of ecstasy. I felt so alive, so connected to her. Her touch was electric, and her movements were precise and calculated.

The mixture of pleasure and intimacy was intoxicating, and I found myself losing control, moaning uncontrollably as she continued her ministrations. I could feel my climax building, and I knew it would not be long before I reached the point of no return. As the intensity of the pleasure increased, I could feel myself slipping into a state of pure bliss. I was powerless against the overwhelming sensations, and all I could do was surrender to the exquisite sensation of her fingers bringing me closer and closer to the edge. As the final wave of pleasure crashed over me, I was left panting and spent, but also filled with a sense of peace and satisfaction. I felt completely at ease with my sister-in-law and our mutual desire to share such a deeply personal and intimate experience.

You say "Now return me the favor." She looked into my eyes. She sat on the floor in her bra and panties and I knelt behind her still naked."

As I massaged her, the smell of her perfume drifted in the air. She smelled so good. It was a combination of a fresh scent with a floral tone. It was subtle yet alluring. I unhooked her bra and gently slid it off her shoulders and I ran my hands along the smooth, olive skin of her back. I could feel the tension in her muscles as I rubbed the oil into her skin, watching as it glistened in the light. I ran my hands along her arms, feeling her goose bumps. I traced her collarbone with my fingertips, enjoying the way her skin felt and then I gently cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight.

She leaned into me, pressing her back against my chest as I ran my thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden. I kissed the nape of her neck, enjoying the softness of her skin.

She lifted herself momentarily, pulled her panties down in one go, and sat again on the floor completely naked. Her breath hitched as I ran my hands over her bare skin. She shivered as I trailed my fingertips across her stomach. I traced the contours of her hips, exploring every inch of her and I cupped her mound, feeling the warmth and wetness. She moaned as I teased her opening, circling my fingers around her clit. She gasped as I entered her, feeling her slick walls enveloping my fingers. She arched her back as I found her g-spot, stroking it with my fingertips and she cried out as she came, her body shaking with pleasure.

I held her close as she came down from her high, stroking her hair. We lay together in the aftermath, savoring the moment for another 30 minutes before starting to wash ourselves, to wash away the oil from our bodies. The warm water ran down our skin, erasing the last remnants of the oil.

The experience left us both feeling relaxed and refreshed. As we stood there in the shower, washing away the last traces of the oil, I couldn't help but feel closer to my sister-in-law, the woman I had bonded with so intimately.