Drawer Secret

I had always found my wife’s younger sister, Anjali, incredibly attractive. She had those thick, smooth thighs, a perfectly round ass, and a flat toned stomach that made her look irresistible even in simple salwar suits. She had recently gone through a messy divorce and moved back into her parents’ house in Indore, staying in the basement room they had converted into a small bedroom for her.

One Sunday afternoon, the whole family was supposed to gather at my in-laws’ place for my father-in-law’s birthday celebration. I reached early because my wife had to finish some office work and would come later with the cake. When I arrived, only Anjali and her 85-year-old grandmother were at home. The old lady could barely walk and spent most of her time sitting in the living room watching TV.

I knew this was a rare chance.

While grandmother was dozing off in front of the television, I quietly went down the stairs to the basement. My heart was pounding. I entered Anjali’s room and straight away opened her wardrobe. The top drawer was full of her panties — a secret collection I had always fantasized about. There were satin thongs in different colors, lacy G-strings, and some soft cotton ones with delicate designs. The sight alone made me rock hard.

I picked out a few of my favorites: a shiny black satin thong, a deep maroon lace pair, and a soft pink one with tiny bows. I brought the drawer closer and buried my face in the pile, inhaling deeply. The sweet, feminine scent of her panties mixed with her body lotion was intoxicating. It smelled so good that my cock started throbbing badly.

I quickly pulled my dick out and started stroking while sniffing her panties. The thrill of doing this in her room, with her grandmother just upstairs, made everything ten times more exciting. I took the black satin thong and the maroon lace pair with me into her attached bathroom, locked the door, and got completely undressed.

First, I slipped into the black satin thong. The smooth, cool fabric felt amazing against my balls and cock. It barely contained me as I grew harder. I stood in front of the mirror, rubbing the soft material over my shaft while holding the maroon pair to my face, sniffing and licking the crotch area where her pussy had been.

My strokes became faster and rougher. The satin felt so silky on my skin. I imagined Anjali wearing these tiny thongs, how they would disappear between her juicy ass cheeks. The fantasy was too much. Within minutes, I felt my orgasm building strongly. I aimed at the bathroom sink and exploded hard, shooting thick ropes of cum all over the white ceramic surface. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had experienced in a long time — my legs were shaking.

I cleaned up the sink carefully, making sure no trace was left. Then I folded the panties neatly and placed everything back exactly as I had found it in the drawer. Heart still racing, I went back upstairs just in time.

About half an hour later, the rest of the family arrived, including my wife. We all sat together for dinner, laughing and chatting like a normal happy family. Anjali was sitting right opposite me, wearing a simple kurti, completely unaware that I had just jerked off intensely using her most intimate panties.

But the real twist came later that evening. While helping clear the dishes, Anjali whispered to me in the kitchen, “Bhaiya, I noticed my drawer looked a little messy today. Did you… go down there?”

She didn’t look angry. Instead, there was a naughty little smile on her face and a spark in her eyes I had never seen before. I froze for a second, but before I could reply, she softly added, “Next time, just tell me… maybe I can help you properly.”

That single line changed everything. Now every time I visit my in-laws’ house, there’s a secret tension between us that makes my visits far more exciting than before.