Message-ID: <31121asstr$993697803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010627235531.19089.qmail@web10002.mail.yahoo.com> From: nuj baf MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} My Spineless Brother (MF, wife, humil) Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2001 23:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it. My Spineless Brother (MF, wife, humil) Tragedy and poverty doesn't give one much options. Coupled with bad decisions, one is perpetuated into a cycle of misery. That is how my story begins. "Come have your dinner, Tikku," my sister in law said. Her voice streamed out from our dark one room accomodation. Dinner as usual would be served on the floor and we would sit on the mattress which turned into my bed at night. My sister in law was a terrific cook and she would religiously make a complete meal with several dishes all made with one communal faucet more than a hundred feet away and a charcoal burning stove. Ashu and my brother, Mohan, had already started eating. We all ate with much relish as it was the only moment during our tiring day that we could get a respite from our harsh conditions. Nothing much was spoken and my brother and I sat quietly as Ashu cleaned up. Mohan stepped out to smoke some cheap Indian tobacco. Only twenty-five years old and ten years elder to me, he seemed much worn down by life. I don't think I ever remembered seeing him smile. Between puffs he asked, "What you got today?" "Fifty rupees," I replied. "Good," he said. I despised my brother because he treated a loving beautiful wife as a whore. Only a few men were lucky to have a good tempered and caring wife and he threw her out to filthy mean wolves. I could never tell when a "wolf" would make an appearance, but I felt today one of the three sleazy landlords would pay a visit. These brothers were conniving, crooked and cruel. Although barely, we could afford the outrageous rent these brothers charged and still manage. What was Mohan thinking when he allowed his wife to be their whore as payment for rent, taking such a beautiful innocent girl and scarring her for life. His excuse was that he had no choice, being poor and hardly being able to scrap a living. As I lay on my mattress idly watching Ashu tidy up the place, I knew one of the thieves was coming. I could sense the subtle changes. Outside, the sounds of the people settling down for the evening abruptly quieted down. Mohan was puffing on his cigarette slightly quicker. I myself tried to shrink into the corner of the mattress not that it would have made any difference. Poor Ashu was the last to sense the impending doom. You could even sense the change in the air as the eldest of the three brothers opened the door and made his presence known. He was the tallest of the three with a perpetual scowl on his face. Whenever he looked at me, I felt guilty for having an existance. Ashu's face went pale and I could see that she was trembling. Just like the heroes in Hindi movies, I would see myself doing some fancy kicking and punching moves to bring that awful man to his knees for repentance. He would beg me for mercy for he had dishonored my sister in law. But my fantasy soon ended as he drew the curtain around my brother's and Ashu's mattress bed. I tried to see through the opaque fabric for any glimpse of their activity, but as always I get to just hear their sounds of their lovemaking. I knew the clothes had come out and my sister in law was naked in front of this man. I was familiar with each one of them and what they did to Ashu. Next he would get on top of her and without a second to waste would push his hardened pecker into her privates. Ashu tried to never make a sound knowing I was in the room. But at that moment when he pushed himself roughly into her, I always heard a whimper escaping from her pretty mouth. I imagined my sister in law just lying there with her hands to her sides, her face away from him and not reciprocating. As the sounds of his body slapping down on Ashu's flesh intensified, I would sometimes hear the unmistakable moan of pleasure from my sister in law. But mostly I could here the grunting coming from the thief. I wondered if he grabbed her breasts while he was doing it. Was his balls slapping her buttocks as he penetrated all the way in her. Finally his snorting was heard, a sure sign that he was about to spill his seed into Ashu's barren womb. I imagined her pussy now soaked with his seed as he pumped every last drop into her. Ashu usually laid naked behind her curtain a long time after the thief put on his clothes and left with that scowl on his face. Later she would get dressed and finish her chores. Mohan would come later with the breath of cheap whiskey. They wouldn't speak much. "How much for your Bhabi?" other kids would tease me showing me a ten rupee note. They were referring to my sister in law as a whore but I would just ignore them. My brother was treated worse. A few days later the middle brother made an appearance. He was the shortest, plump and was very ugly. Although he looked harmless, he was devious as them all. As always I was lying on my mattress hoping to catch a glimpse through the corners. He started always by making Ashu suck on his penis. I remembered the first three times Ashu whispered, "Sir, please don't make me do that." He didn't care. The thief would say rather forcefully, "Put it in your mouth, you whore. Suck on it all the way." In our culture only a whore would take a man's penis into their mouth. It would be unthinkable for Ashu to have done that to my brother and here she was forced to do it with another man. She no longer begged him. She dutifully sucked his penis after having to remove her clothes for his pleasure. She must be a quick learner because the thief would compliment her on her cock sucking skills between moans and grunts of evident pleasure. "Keep playing with them," he would say. I imagine Ashu fondling his sizeable testicles while she sucked him. He would also say, "Put your finger in deeper." I knew Ashu would also insert her finger up his filthy bung hole. I was perplexed as to why she did these extra favors when it wasn't necessary and when she was reluctant to do it in the first place. When the thief ejaculated, Ashu would swallow it all. He would commend her, "Good, you took it all in." The thief recovered pretty fast. He would next take the pleasure of her pussy. From what I could tell, he would be on top of her just like his elder brother. I wondered how my sister in law could bear the ugly face of the middle brother inches from her face or even the angry face of the eldest brother. Did they plant kisses on her face and lips. It seemed that the middle brother may have. I could hear that distinct sound sometimes from him. Did Ashu feel any revulsion or did she even reciprocate? This thief took longer in fucking my sister in law. It was probably because he already spilled his seed once. The thumping was louder as he was heavier. There were times when their bodies were soaked in sweat and I could hear that slapping of wet flesh as he kept ramming into her once private pussy. It excited me when I heard her moan in pleasure. I'm sure my brother would have never guessed that she was enjoying this. Maybe she just got used to it and became a slut. No matter what I was intrigued and wanted to see my sister in law being fucked. After the middle brother deposited his seed, Ashu laid down for a long time. He had long gone but she just stayed behind her curtain, probably caressing herself from the afterglow of a good long fuck. I knew she was naked just a few feet from me, her pussy a sticky mess from his seed. Our financial status would not have allowed Mohan to have gotten such a pretty wife as money and the quality of the bride was highly correlated in our society. But life had its twist and turns on Ashu who was diagnosed in her youth with a sickness that left her unable to conceive. Under normal circumstances, Ashu would have had suitors lining up at her door from well established families. Instead her father had to give a more than necessary inducement and offer his daughter to the lower echelon of society for marriage. It was strange that these three brothers never came on the same day. It was like they had a calender and each reserved their days with Ashu. I feared the youngest brother because he was the only one that even acknowledged my existance. I considered him the most dangerous, but he also gave me that one special time that never repeated itself. It seemed that Ashu was unhappy on what occured and the thief never again took such liberties. Was it possible that these criminal minds could be under the spell of this little poor housewife? "You are always listening and wanting to see your sister in law enjoying herself. Does your big brother know?" the youngest brother said. I didn't know what to answer, so he continued. "Did you know that your sister in law is very good in bed. If she sold herself she could be rich beyond her dreams." I tried to avoid looking at Ashu who was standing in the corner waiting to make love to this man. "Maybe today you can see for yourself," he said as he drew the curtain around himself and my sister in law. I could tell that Ashu was removing her clothes but not the youngest brother. My ears have been well attuned to differentiate the various sounds. I saw a hand on the edge of the curtain and with one swift stroke it was pulled aside to reveal what was hidden to me all this time. I couldn't tell whether Ashu expected this or not. She was on her knees facing the thief when her nudity was revealed to me. She immediately grabbed a sheet to cover herself, but the image of her breasts and her flesh forever burnt itself in my memory. "Stand up and take away that sheet," he commanded Ashu. She obeyed without hesitation. I saw for the first time that how beautiful a woman's body can be especially when they are young and well proportioned. I stood there in awe with a raging hard on. She avoided eye contact. "Turn around and show him your back side," the thief said. When I saw her smooth and soft cheeks, I wanted to kneel down and worship it. The thief had read my mind. "Go ahead and touch it," he said. Touching the forbidden flesh of her delicious behind caused the sudden surge of an eruption in my balls that ripped through the insides of my penis and spurted out globs and globs of semen throughout the confines of my underwear. As I felt and explored every inch of her cheeks, my cock was still twitching from the afterglow of the sensation. "Turn around and let him feel your breasts," the thief commanded. For a fifteen years old boy the vision of a woman's breast was what erotic dreams were made of. Now was my chance to actually touch the perfectly shaped and bouncy globes of flesh. I may have gone at it too roughly, kneading them in my hands as Ashu flinched. My balls ached as my penis remained hard from the sexual stimulation of having my hands on my sister in laws naked breasts. I touched every inch of it as I expected never to have such an opportunity again. I hoped never to forget this moment as I tried to record every detail into my memory. "That's enough," the thief said. Once again I had become a nobody. I had curled myself on my mattress, the uncomfortable stickiness in my underwear my only physical reminder. The curtains were drawn again and my ears once again perked up to listen in on the activities. The thief was removing his clothes. The youngest brother took the longest time with Ashu. Rather than just fucking her, he would be intimate with my sister in law in other ways. Sometimes he would just lie there holding their bodies together pretending to be lovers. Once my brother had miscalculated and returned from his drinking earlier than usual or maybe the youngest thief took longer than he usually did. My brother's expression that moment was something that I would never forget. It was defeat, disgust and humiliation all mixed into a grimace. He hurried out as he could not bear the grunting sounds of that man pleasuring himself with Ashu. "You have the most delicious nipples to suck on," the thief said. I was sure he had his mouth on those suckable breasts that I had the pleasure of touching just a few moments ago. He was the only thief that took time to pleasure Ashu. I believed that she enjoyed it although I usually only heard those moans of pleasure when she had a stiff cock buried in her pussy. He took quite a long time before he went into intercourse with Ashu. Sometimes he would talk to her with hardly a response from Ashu who knew there were ears listening. Most of the questions were of the "yes" and "no" variety which I knew Ashu dutifully nodded her responses. "Do you enjoy it when I suck on your breasts?" the thief would ask. I was sure that Ashu nodded "Yes." Affirmative responses were probably also given to questions such as "am I the best among my brothers?", "did that feel good?", and "do you want me to keep doing it?" The sessions behind the curtain ended the same way for all three brothers and it was no different with the youngest one. Finally the engorged penis would enter and violate my sister in law. I wondered why Ashu was apprehensive on their arrivals when she usually ended up getting some sexual gratification. But I was afraid of them as well and I think it had to do with the fact that they could control our lives in any manner they wished. When the thief was done and his semen was dispensed into Ashu, he left with an unfriendly smirk, reminding me of my position in life. When I had turned seventeen, my sister in law disappeared from our lives. She went to the vegetable market one day and never returned. She took with her all the jewelry and money. Mohan never went looking for her and soon remarried a girl that was in the opposite end of the spectrum than Ashu in beauty. But Mohan was glad because he could now become a father. I had checked everywhere on her whereabouts. Some said that she was now the youngest thief's personal slut living in comfort and lavished upon. Others said that she was a high class call girl servicing an international clientele and some said that she became a cheap whore working in a local brothel. I left no stone unturned and religiously checked all the leads, visited every brothel in the 100 kilometer radius, and called up each and every escort service. I investigated and learned everything about the three thieves. Ashu was no where to be found. I never gave up and every moment of time I had, I searched for Ashu. Amazingly as I went about doing this, I made many good contacts and established a successful surplus trade business along the way. I wanted to find her and take care of her. I knew in my heart that I was in love with her. Please visit http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/nujbaf/www for more of my stories. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+