Crossing the Line: The Incest Story

SUMMARY: A lonely housewife becomes entangled in a web of dark desires, leading her to commit a sinister act and eventually submit to her attractive brother-in-law.

NOTE 1: All characters portrayed in this story engaged in sexual activities are confirmed to be above the age of 18.

NOTE 2: This is a Literotica 25th Anniversary Challenge story. Although this is not a contest, still I would like to request everyone to please VOTE. Your encouragement and assistance would mean everything to me.

NOTE 3: Kindly note that, owing to the complexity of the storyline, this narrative has been divided into several segments for publication. Stay tuned for the forthcoming installments.

NOTE 4: In this story, the term 'Boudi' is frequently used to refer to a sister-in-law.

NOTE 5: In this story, the term 'Aiburobhat' is employed to describe a 'bachelor party' in accordance with Bengali matrimonial tradition. As the bride and groom go through the transition of being single to being married, to calm down their emotional roller coaster this ritual takes place.

NOTE 6: As per Bengali ritual, 'Ashtamangala' is the eighth day after the wedding, both the couples go to the bride's house and stay there for a couple of days.

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Crossing The Line: The Incest Story

There are moments in our lives that seem to define us—moments we keep going back to. My life before that incident was so simple and decisive, and after crossing the line, there was just incest, sex, and submission.

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Given that my marriage was only eleven months old, I'd classify myself as a newlywed. I'm married to an incredibly kind and pragmatic man named Amar, with a remarkably generous disposition. Instead of relying on inheritance, he took the initiative to independently develop his real estate ventures and businesses.

Recently, he acquired a brand-new apartment with five bedrooms in the Avani Heights of Kolkata. Evidently, he is an individual driven by high ambitions and boundless energy. He single-handedly oversees his businesses and fearlessly embarks on new ones.

Unfortunately, he's unable to spare any time for me. Throughout the month, Amar spends most of his days out of town. When he's in Kolkata, his schedule is unpredictable. He's mostly occupied with giving instructions to his office staff, engaging in discussions with his business partners, managing investments, and resolving office-related issues.

Even when he's at home, we seldom manage to make time for bonding, be it through conversation, shared meals, or any form of intimacy.

Interestingly, we had engaged in sexual activity on just seven occasions. The first time was on our wedding night, the second on our honeymoon, the third at our parent's house, and the other four occasions were moments when I ignited passion by indulging in seductive, naked-dancing, or by tantalizingly shedding my towel after a steamy shower on purpose.

So, why did I decide to marry someone like him?

Well, when my father passed away, I was just 23 years old, had recently finished my master's degree through distance learning, and was working as a teacher in an elementary school. My father-in-law suggested to my mom that I should marry his older son.

My father-in-law is among Kolkata's wealthiest individuals and is known for his generosity and kind-hearted nature. Since my childhood, he has treated me as if I were his own daughter and generously covered all of my and my brother's educational expenses, as my father served as a supervisor in his mine company.

Both my mother and I found it impossible to decline the proposal, and we all reached a unanimous agreement.

Though I may not have been conventionally attractive, I stood at 4 feet 10 inches in height and weighed 110 kilograms, sporting a curvy physique measuring 36D-34-38. But it was not the case that my husband didn't want to marry me, faced family pressure that led to our marriage, or loved someone else. We both extensively discussed these matters, took our time, and finally got married after nearly two years.

Throughout this time, I closely observed his behavior. Amar never had excessive drinks; in fact, it was quite limited and only on occasions. His outings were mainly for business meetings, and the idea of him being involved with other girls or women is completely out of consideration.

Nonetheless, after marriage, I was living a life where I and Amar were two strangers sharing a hotel room or two not-so-close friends from high school or college residing in the same dorm together.

My typical daily routine mainly consisted of staying at home, indulging in shopping extravaganzas, and spending money without a clear purpose. So, I began experimenting with various activities.

One day, I searched for 'Sex Chat' on the internet and stumbled upon a website called Literotica. It had different categories of sex stories and a forum page to interact with new people. There, I discreetly logged in using the pseudonym 'dirtywifeannu' and encountered an individual with the username 'DOMmaster' along with various other anonymous men online.

I started chatting with DOMmaster, and we both shared our feelings about sex, and I confessed that, deep down, I always crave to become a submissive slut for my man without hesitation.

After a lot of discussions and sharing personal stuff, I had, in fact, cheated on my husband Amar virtually for a few months... during this period:

- I willingly accepted my role as a submissive, cum-hungry, cheap slut, eager to fulfil my master's desires, and went to every great length to please him.

- I used a variety of objects—fingers, toys, and vegetables—as directed by him.

- I portrayed myself as a pet, adopting the behaviors of a dog or a cat, crawling on the floor in obedience.

- I roleplayed being a daughter who seduced her father and had sex in the same bed where her parents sleep.

- I acted in various incest roles, like being my mother, and chatted about having sex with her son or a daughter-in-law, a father-in-law, a brother, or a sister.

It was all online. However, after getting married, I had never cheated on Amar with another guy physically. In all honesty, I hadn't even considered it.

But that night, my life again took a huge turnaround.

Finally, the day arrived. It was my 25th birthday in the chilly February, a little but not so much in the big city, and as usual, my husband was away on one of his trips.

Before getting married, my mom had a tradition of preparing rice kheer on this particular day. To be honest, I never anticipated any surprises, pampering, or extraordinary gestures on my birthday. All I ever wished for was the presence of my dear ones by my side.

Although last year was an exceptionally unforgettable occasion, it was not only for my 24th birthday; I was also set to tie the knot the following month. As a result, I received an extra dose of special care from my mother.

However, this particular time had even more special significance; not only was I turning 25, but it was also my first birthday since my marriage. So, I was hoping to receive at least a single message from my husband, but, regrettably, none came.

Consequently, I ended up spending the next three hours shopping at South City Mall after having lunch. I bought a variety of new clothing items, such as skirts, dresses, and blouses. Additionally, I acquired twelve types of underwear, which included thongs, as well as three garter belts, five pairs of stockings, and six pairs of thigh-high stockings.

I thoroughly tried on each of these items in the fitting room.

The thrill of the possibility of being discovered in a public setting while naked aroused my senses. Consequently, within the fitting room, I boldly struck poses and captured images of myself wearing each of the dresses, including the lingerie and thongs.

Naturally, I also used the timer feature on my phone to engage in some playful floor crawling inside that very dressing room.

After that, I drove back to the house.

Later in the evening, I was lying down on my stomach on the drawing room couch, wearing my usual attire, which was one of my husband's white shirts with only one button-up, gazing out at the Birla Planetarium, a view I always cherished.

I was eagerly waiting for my maids to leave, and as soon as they did, I powered up my laptop and initiated a conversation with the DOMmaster by sending all the photos I had taken earlier in the shopping mall.

Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang.

I casually directed a brief look toward the door camera feed, and there it was—a figure standing with a sizable bouquet, gazing in different directions. Without hesitation, I sprinted to open the door, right at that moment.

It had to be my hard-working husband, arriving unexpectedly early from work to extend birthday wishes to his wife. I did not attempt to hide or change my attire, not even considering the possibility that someone might catch a glimpse of me, perhaps our neighbors across the hall.

The moment I opened the door, I discovered it wasn't my husband; instead, a figure of allure and enchantment stood before me—his brother, Samar.

My initial smile, brief as it was, couldn't mask the wave of longing that swept over me. His towering presence, an uncanny reflection of my husband, beguiled my senses, and the intoxicating fragrance he wore, his immaculate attire, and his finely chiselled physique all conspired to draw me into his irresistible allure.

"You?" I asked, abruptly returning to reality and instinctively trying to shield my exposed body. One hand tugged at the hem of my shirt to hide my missing underwear, while the other rested on my cleavage. Slightly bending and crossing my legs, I hoped it would aid in my modesty.

Unfortunately, my attempts were in vain; my white shirt did little to conceal my assets, leaving them quite visible despite my best efforts. But he didn't give a damn and continued to gaze into my eyes like a gentleman.

"Wishing you a very happy birthday, Boudi [sister-in-law]," he remarked, and then added, "Brother reached out to me when he couldn't call you since he is travelling, plus I just happened to be passing by Elgin Road, so he suggested that I could accompany you." He lied.

Elgin Road was only a short distance away, but neither Samar travelled across this side of Kolkata nor was he in his office clothes. Yet, at that moment, I didn't dwell on these details and extended an invitation, saying, "Thank you! Please, step inside."

As soon as I finished talking, I left the door wide open and hastily turned around, scurrying towards my bedroom closet to find something suitable to wear.

"Sure thing! Thanks, Boudi. I hope I'm not interrupting you in any way," he inquired as he walked behind me, subsequently shutting the door behind him.

This time, he unmistakably ogled my naked ass as my shirt wasn't long enough to conceal my naked ass while I hurried into my bedroom.

However, I left the bedroom door open too, and I unfastened the lone remaining button on my shirt, allowing it to slide down my shoulder and tumble to the floor. As I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I noticed Samar was observing my nakedness.

A subtle, unintended smile graced my lips as I relished the sensation of being exposed by another man who wasn't my husband.

I then picked up a black robe. I snuck into it but didn't bother wearing a bra or panty and returned to the living room. He was sitting on the single couch in the corner right next to the balcony, on the exact left side of my couch, where I was lying down before.

He stood up like a gentleman as soon as I entered. It was then that I noticed my laptop was still active, with messages incessantly appearing on the screen. In a rush, I swiftly moved to power it down.

"It might get broken," he said with a cynical smile.

I felt a twinge of embarrassment as I looked at him. First, I had opened the door while I was almost naked, and then, without realizing it, I allowed him to see me in the nude, all while the chat site was conveniently displayed right next to him. His cheeks turned a shade of red too.

"I'm sorry about that," I apologized.

"Where's the cake?" he inquired, either dismissing all those facts or jesting, as I remained clueless.

"Oh, sorry, please sit. What would you like to have?" I asked, being nervous.

"Nothing, Boudi," he denied my offer.

"Please call me Annupama," I requested, and I sat across the couch where he was standing with legs crossed and hair in front on both sides. It's an easier technique to hide your boobs, especially when you are not wearing a bra.

"Okay, but I thought you were having a party or something like that today?" He asked and walked toward me.

"I don't party," I informed him with an awkward smile.

"Oh, of course. You don't," he said, glancing around before continuing, "Deepa." With a strange pause, he sat right next to me on the same couch and added, "Aunty told me about it."

"My mother?" Being curious, I questioned, while completely overlooking the fact that he initially addressed my mother by her first name before adding 'aunty'.

"Yes," he replied, edging closer to me to the point where I could practically detect his scent.

"How? When? Where?" I was surprised and really wondered how the fuck they both talked.

"That's not important at all," he replied with calmness. "Let's do something; after all, this day comes only once a year."

"Why not" I froze "Well, so where were you here?" I asked back, just thinking to change the subject.

"Right, that. I must apologize for that. I wasn't entirely truthful earlier at the door. I wasn't just passing by; in fact, I never come to this side of the city with so much traffic. My sole purpose for being here is to visit you," he explained while gently resting one hand on my thigh, with half on the robe and half on the exposed skin.

His confident stance, his stylish hair, and his way of talking were already making me irresistibly drawn to him, but now his touch on my thighs gave me an electric jolt that surged through my entire body. It was as if his charisma was casting a spell on me, and this time I couldn't help but notice a subtle, tantalizing sensation and a little dampness between my thighs.

However, I managed to restrain myself and wondered why on earth he would lie to me in the first place, as well as why his touch made me wet down there and why I was getting attracted toward him. In a mild state of surprise, I responded with a simple, "What?"

"I knew you would be alone tonight, so I just came here to give you some company on your special day," he told me the actual truth.

"You knew I would be alone?" I asked him with yet another surprise.

"Of course. Actually, I intentionally missed the conference," he confessed, then withdrew his hand from my thigh. I couldn't help but feel a tad let down, however.

I suddenly realized that he looked directly into mine, potentially sensing my disappointment. Overwhelmed by embarrassment, I impulsively interjected with an unconventional question, "Why?"

However, he maintained his gaze, wearing a devilish smile that caused my cheeks to flush crimson. After a brief, uncomfortable pause, I chose to shatter the silence and pretended as though he had spoken, responding with a perplexed, "Huh?"

He immediately asked, "Cake?"

"What?" I responded, clearly baffled by what he was saying.

"So where is the birthday cake?" he asked again.

"Well, I'm not a kid anymore," I answered.

"Definitely not," he purred, his eyes sensually tracing from my eyes to my lips, then down to my neck, cleavage, and finally, my thighs.

I subtly adjusted my hair, my voice barely louder than a whisper as I asked, "Excuse me?"

Still, his demeanor remained unruffled, and he replied with a mischievous grin, "I mean, you're clearly not a kid anymore," he mused. "Perhaps mature people go to dinner, then we will go for it." He announced.

But clearly, I had no intention to go anywhere, so I denied, "I don't want to go anywhere."

"Oh, come on," he requested. "You must go. I didn't come all the way to listen to 'NO' from you".

"Then we can eat here; let's Swiggy then," I suggested.

"Shut up and get dressed; we don't have much time; I already booked a table at The Park." He firmly demanded, and I instantly sensed my legs growing weaker, as if he were subtly commanding me to stand up and obediently shed my robe at that very moment.

"Booked? Why?" I attempted to maintain a facade of composure, but his intense look left me feeling increasingly vulnerable, and I averted my eyes in submission.

"Yes, at nine, if you don't mind, please get dressed, unless you prefer wearing the same outfit," he demanded with authority.

"Please, I don't want to go. If you're hungry, I can cook you something," I whimpered, my voice laced with submissiveness. I tried to gain some composure, yet I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into his web of seduction.

It was clear that he comprehended the situation completely and repeated, "I've travelled a considerable 16 kilometres behind the wheel, and I didn't come all the way here only to hear a 'no' from you."

"But..."

Before I could finish, he approached me, slipping one hand beneath my upper thighs and the other onto my back. He declared, "Alright if you're not ready to put on your clothes, I'll carry you down the stairs to the car."

I chuckled when his hand grazed my thighs, my heart racing like a galloping horse, and I pleaded, "Alright, alright, I'll get ready. Please set me down."

"Are you sure?" he double-checked.

"Yes, damn it," I replied with frustration.

As he gently lowered me to the ground, I acutely realized his hands brushed over my naked ass through the sheer fabric of the robe that clung to my body. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I couldn't help but close my eyes, my senses tingling with a newfound, electrifying sensation. My body responded, my nipples hardening beneath the fabric, and a warm, sultry sensation enveloped my pussy.

I took a brief moment to compose myself, using the time to adjust my robe discreetly to conceal any hints of my inner turmoil. However, it was likely that he had already sensed my unease. Instead of placing me on the floor, if he had taken me to the bedroom and fucked me there, I wouldn't have resisted as much, rather than resorting to some pretence.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his nervousness making him resemble a child as he observed me standing there.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, my cheeks flushing as I noticed his anxiety, even though my heart continued to race like a speeding car.

I headed to my bedroom, situated in the southwest corner of the living room. As I made my way there, he clearly checked me out again. This time, I enjoyed being watched.

Upon entering the bedroom, a sigh of relief escaped my lips. I couldn't help but dwell on my vulnerability and the unexpected arousal that had washed over me when he touched my ass. It was as though, for a very short period of time, I forgot he was my brother-in-law, my husband's sibling.