Afternoon nap

I said, "Ranjana, what are you doing? Please don't do this."

Ranjana giggled, and said seriously and mockingly, "No, my dear, first call me your elder sister, call me Sister Ranjana."

I said gently, "Okay... Sister Ranjana."

She laughed. Why are you ashamed of your elder sister? Can't you accept me as your elder sister? Is that why you are ashamed?"

I said, "It's hard for me to be naked in front of you."

She frowned at me. "Do you always want to be a stranger to me? I am your elder sister and I have to protect you, if you feel you cannot call me sister, then just prove that you are stronger than me, so that I can accept that you can protect yourself."

Ranjana had a mischievous smile on her face. She bent her head and placed one hand under my back and the other under the bend of my knees and easily lifted me off the bed. I was not expecting this. I was startled and my arms went around Ranjana's neck. Ranjana threw her head back and laughed loudly, but suddenly she fell silent. She probably didn't want the sound to reach the next room where her mother and sisters were chatting. She gently carried me in her cradle near the dressing table and stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at our reflection. I turned to look in the mirror. It was so embarrassing to see a grown man helplessly carrying a tall girl lying on her bouncy breasts. It would be.

He was looking at our reflection in the mirror and laughing. He said, "Okay, now you have to prove that you are a big enough man to protect your sister-in-law. You just have to free yourself and come down from your captivity in my arms. Use all your strength, hit me if you have to. But you have to free yourself from your sister-in-law." If you can't, then you should call me sister and give me the responsibility of taking care of you."

I knew it was impossible. He was much bigger and taller than me. But still, to maintain my manly dignity, I started to spin around in his arms. Ranjana only tightened her grip a little. I tried hard to squeeze him on his shoulders but he held me like an eagle. I couldn't loosen his grip even a little. He started laughing and walked with me. While he walked slowly with me across the room, I continued to struggle. He came and stood in front of the mirror again. I was so absorbed in fighting him that I didn't notice that he was standing there holding me on his chest, watching my struggles in the mirror and laughing. Suddenly my eyes fell on the mirror and I saw myself struggling with all my might to free myself, kicking my legs in the air, hanging high on the chest of this woman who was laughing madly. I was making a fool of myself. I immediately stopped fighting. It was no use... she was too strong for me.

Ranjana said, "What happened? You don't have the energy to fight anymore? Couldn't you get out of this woman's arms?"

I said, "Please Ranjana, put me down, it's so strange to be held in your arms like this."

Ranjana laughed. She lifted me even higher than her body so that my face was right under her lips. She lowered her face to mine, looked me in the eyes and said, "Do you feel bad in your sister-in-law's arms?"

I said, "No. I am a grown man of 28 years. But in front of your power, I am so weak and helpless and I am being captured by you."

She said, "I can understand. But tell me honestly, do you really feel bad being carried helplessly in my arms like a little child? I feel like you like it inside?" She winked at me with a playful expression on her face.

What could I say? I said, sister, please let me go, what would your sister or mother think if they came now, seeing me lying like a baby in the cradle?

Ranjana pulled me up so that my face was right in front of hers. My arms were already around her neck. I tightened my arms around her neck and pressed my lips to her soft cheek. When I released her, Manju smiled broadly at me.

Manju pushed me back onto the bed. Then she put both her hands under my hips and lifted me onto her body and held me against her. My legs wrapped around her hard stomach. My arms instinctively wrapped around her neck. She looked at me sweetly and kissed me directly on the cheek. A long, hard, wet kiss. She whispered, “You are so sweet, my cute little brother-in-law.” She gave me her sweet smile.

She left the room, hugged me, and entered another room, where my husband and Angela were still talking excitedly.

All three women were sitting on three corners of the bed. The gifts my husband and I had brought were piled in the middle of the bed. Ranjana, excuse me, elder sister, went and sat on the only corner left on the bed. Since there was not much space left on the bed, Manju arranged my body so that I sat on her lap with my back against her chest. She stretched her legs straight out on the bed. Then she made me drag my small feet over hers. I was much shorter than her, so much so that even when I sat on Ranjana’s lap, my legs barely passed her knees, nowhere near her big feet. I was sitting on my sister-in-law’s lap, my head reaching her shoulders. Manju wrapped her long, shapely arms around me and held me tightly.

The three ladies, all looking at us with affection. The process of Manju sitting me on her lap and hugging me like I was her younger brother.

My wife said, “Mom, doesn’t Jeezy look so cute sitting on your elder sister’s lap? Ranjana, it looks like you’ve finally managed to tame your cute brother-in-law into being your younger brother.”

All four ladies laughed heartily. What could I do? Sadness

It was no use, I had to admit that I had no chance against any of these bigger, taller, and stronger women. So it was better to pretend that I didn’t care about being smaller and weaker. So I had a shy smile on my face as if I didn’t care.

Ranjana asked the others what was being discussed. My mother-in-law said that they were planning to throw a small reception for the three girls’ close relatives, neighbors, and a few friends. Since no one could attend our wedding, they were planning to hold a function in the next few days. When she had come to know about the date of our meeting, my mother-in-law had already made arrangements for the venue. So the venue, the planned menu for the occasion, and the list of possible guests were discussed. Since I was sitting on Ranjana’s lap, she hugged me tightly from behind and even lowered her head and gave me a loving kiss on the cheek, as if she were kissing her little brother.

Then my mother-in-law broke up the ladies’ meeting. She said, "Now let James and Angela rest a little. You two girls go to your rooms."

Angela came and took my cheek with her fingers as if I were a little child. She said, "Have a good rest, little James, I will play with you in the evening." Then both sisters left.

My mother-in-law lay down on one side. My wife Anju was lying on the other side of the bed. My mother-in-law pulled me in to make room for Anju. There were only two pillows. While my mother-in-law and Anju were lying on them, I was just sitting in the middle of them and I didn't know how to lie down without any pillows.

Anju and her mother-in-law lay down on their pillows. My mother-in-law pulled me from behind and I lay on the bed between my wife and mother-in-law.

The bed was a little small for three people to fit properly. It was bigger than a single bed.

My mother-in-law had her arm straight out towards her daughter. She was turned on her side, facing inwards towards the bed. She stretched me out on her thick arm. Both women were facing each other. My mother-in-law pulled my small body towards her so that I was lying on my side, facing her. My head rested on her arm. My face was flushed with her large breasts, for my height had reached that level. She had her large palm behind my head and was pressing my face against her large but soft breasts. My wife was also spooning me from behind. Because of the narrow width of the bed, all three of us were hugging each other, clinging to each other, and I was literally sandwiched between the two women.

The two women were talking in hushed voices. They were looking at each other and talking over me. They were planning to meet one of my wife’s aunts in the evening. They were discussing whether to leave me at home with Ranjana and Angela. Although I did not participate in their discussion or decision. They didn't even ask me if I wanted to go or stay at home.

My eyes were closed and my mother-in-law was running her long fingers through my hair. My eyes felt sleepy. I heard my mother-in-law say to my wife, "He's so small and cute. Look at him sleeping on my chest with a face that looks like he wants to get his milk from his mother. Is it okay for Anjana if I breastfeed him?"

My wife laughed. "I don't care. But mom, he's 28. It's true that he's actually your son's age, but it wouldn't be strange if you breastfeed him."

I heard my mother-in-law say, "But look how cute he is, God willing, he looks more like a 5-year-old boy to me. Besides, in our relationship, I'm your mother, so I'm his mother now, in fact, I want him to call me mom, mother-in-law."

Then for the first time, I also participated in the conversation. “So, James, darling, don’t you call me Mommy?”

I didn’t care how old I was, and besides, the way she cleaned me up like a little kid in the bathroom in the morning, I felt like my mom was giving me a bath. So I said, “Yes, Mom, why not?”

Mom was very happy about that. She hugged me tightly to her chest once more.

I heard my wife say, “Mom, you put James to sleep. In the meantime, let me go and talk to my sisters in their room. I can’t sleep right now.” Anjana patted me on the back as if to say goodbye and left the room.

My mother-in-law unbuttoned her blouse. My face felt like it was buried in a big soft bag of butter. She cupped my cheek and I could feel her guiding my lips to the hard but soft mound of her breast. My eyes were closed, I was sleepy. My lips closed on her nipple and I instinctively started to suck. It was as if I was transported back to my childhood, with my face buried in my mother’s breasts. Oh! It felt so heavenly.

I had been lying on my side all this time, my head resting on my mother-in-law’s arm. Now she wrapped her big arms around me and straightened herself up on the bed, pulling me onto her big body. I felt like I was lying on a thick, very soft mattress, lying face down on her body, with my face in the valley between her big breasts. Even though my face was on her breasts, my legs still couldn’t touch hers. My whole body was on her body, with enough space on either side for me to move. She put two pillows under her head so that she could look down at me with a smiling face, like a mother who enjoys watching her child play with her body. She had one hand on my body, holding me loosely so that I wouldn’t roll off her big body. I was lying on the bed more than a foot, she was very thick. I was looking at her face as she lay on this woman, I felt

So small, yet so safe and protected, as if no one on earth could harm me in the presence of my loving mother-in-law.

She smiled sweetly, "Now sleep, my dear, take a short nap. Lay your head on one of my breasts and make it your pillow. I just love having your cute little body on me like this. I feel satisfied."

I said, "Mom, you look sleepy too, why don't you take a short nap?"

She said with a smile, "Honestly, my dear, I have a habit of taking a short nap in the afternoon. If it's okay, I'll just close my eyes and rest for a while."

She pressed my head against her chest and guided my lips. I closed my eyes. My lips closed on her soft, fleshy nipple. She ran her fingers through my hair and caressed my cheek with her soft palm. She took my hand and placed it on her other open breast. My hand circled her large, soft breasts. She placed her palm on mine and squeezed mine slightly. I didn’t know it felt so good. My lips and fingers worked together. My eyes were closed, her arms wrapped around me. She held me against her large body and placed both her hands on my back. My entire weight was on her body. Completely. No part of my body was touching the bed. She was a middle-aged woman and I was a full-grown young man. But she was much bigger, taller, and stronger than me. She held me like a little baby, nursing me from her plump breasts.

But my 28-year-old brain was going crazy. What was I doing? I was a grown man, how could I suckle my daughter? But what could I do? I couldn’t get off her body for two reasons. One was purely emotional. She wanted to breastfeed me, as she thought of me as her little child. Another reason was that I was involuntarily trapped on her body. Both my legs were stuck between her big thighs. She had unconsciously trapped my legs between her strong thighs. They were so heavy that I couldn’t even move my legs. Her heavy arms were crossed on my back and she had completely straightened my body on her stomach and breasts. Although my arms were freely around her neck, I was involuntarily pressed under her heavy arms and my legs were stuck between her thighs. And this middle-aged woman was hugging me, a young adult man who had been trapped in her body and had fallen asleep. Yes, she was snoring now. I felt so weak and helpless that I couldn’t even free myself from the grip of the middle-aged woman who had trapped me, even without using any strength. Because he doesn't even know that he has me trapped against his body... He is fast asleep.

All I could do was close my eyes and sink into the soft bed where my mother-in-law was as tall as me.