Secret Thank You

A few months back, I got a message from my wife’s younger sister, Sneha, asking if I could come over to help rearrange her house. She was pregnant with twins and the doctor had advised her to avoid heavy work. Her husband, my brother-in-law, wasn’t very handy with tools, so she thought of me since it was a weekend.

I reached their 3BHK apartment in Hyderabad’s Gachibowli area around 11 in the morning. To my surprise, the entire old furniture from the spare room was piled up in the garage, and brand new baby furniture was waiting to be assembled and moved upstairs. It wasn’t just clearing the room — it was a full day’s hard work.

After shifting everything up and cleaning the old stuff, I offered to help with the assembly. My brother-in-law laughed and said the doctor had strictly told him not to build anything because he never follows instructions properly. Sneha smiled and told him it was his turn to look after their elder daughter. He happily took the little one to the park nearby.

Sneha and I got busy assembling the cot, changing table, and other pieces. We were chatting and joking while working. After some time, my brother-in-law returned saying the child had fallen asleep, so he took her to the downstairs guest room for a nap.

The last item left was a compact sofa-bed still in its box. I was setting it up when Sneha asked if I wanted another cold drink. She went downstairs to get water and check on her husband and daughter. When she came back, she whispered that both of them were fast asleep.

She sat down next to me on the newly assembled sofa, looking tired but grateful. “Thank you so much, bhaiya. You’ve helped a lot today. It would have taken him ages alone.”

Before I could reply, she placed her hand gently on my thigh. I looked at her, and the next moment she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. My heart raced. She pulled back slightly and whispered, “Whatever we do… it has to be really quick and quiet. We can’t wake them up.”

I asked her softly what she wanted. She gave me a naughty smile, stood up, and pulled my track pants down. My cock sprang out, already hard. Sneha knelt between my legs and took me into her warm, wet mouth. She gave me one of the most amazing blowjobs I had ever received — slow, deep, with perfect suction and her tongue swirling around the head. I had to control myself from moaning loudly.

I stopped her just before I was about to finish and asked if I could fuck her. She shook her head with a shy smile and said the doctor had strictly advised no sex during this stage of pregnancy. I didn’t argue. She went back to sucking me eagerly and whispered, “When you’re ready, just cum in my mouth… no mess.”

Those words pushed me over the edge. I gripped her hair gently and released thick spurts of cum straight into her mouth. Sneha swallowed every drop without spilling anything, then looked up at me with satisfied eyes.

I caught my breath and told her I at least wanted to return the favor. Without saying a word, she leaned back on the sofa, lifted her loose maternity top, and slid her pajama bottoms down along with her panties. Her pregnant belly was beautifully rounded, and her pussy looked swollen and glistening with wetness. There was a soft patch of trimmed hair that made her look even more erotic.

I knelt down, spread her thighs gently, and buried my face between her legs. She tasted sweet and musky. I licked her slowly at first, then faster, sucking on her clit while sliding two fingers inside her. Sneha gripped my hair tightly, her breathing becoming heavier. Within a few minutes her body tensed up and she came hard, her juices coating my tongue and fingers as she tried her best to stay quiet.

After she calmed down, I sat beside her again. She pulled me in for a deep kiss, tasting herself on my lips, and whispered, “I love when I can taste myself on you.”

We quickly composed ourselves. She went to freshen up, then ordered dinner for all of us. When my brother-in-law and the little one woke up, we all ate together like a normal family. After dinner, as I was leaving, Sneha gave me a tight hug at the door and whispered in my ear, “Next time you come… maybe we can find more time alone.”

She gave me a quick, secret wink as she closed the door.

That day changed the dynamic between us forever. Now every time I visit their house, there’s an unspoken excitement and tension that makes me look forward to helping my saali again — in more ways than one.