Sister-in-law

My mother-in-law was slowly climbing the stairs, holding me in her arms. I was practically sitting on her left arm, which was under my hips, and her arm was wrapped around my thigh. I had to lean against her tall, handsome body. My right arm went around her neck and rested on her shoulder for support. She carried my 28-year-old, 175-cm, 68-kg body as easily as if she were carrying a small boy up the stairs. I was still a little wet and I was completely naked, without a stitch of clothing on me. I was so worried that the short towel wrapped around my waist would suddenly come loose.

Ranjana, with my shirt, pants, and even underwear in her hand, went to the laundry room.

My mother-in-law hugged me and took me straight to the medium-sized bedroom, where I noticed my wife Anjana, who had just come out of the bathroom. She was standing there talking to her youngest sister Angela. My wife was my height, and sometimes she would be a few inches taller than me when she wore high heels, but now I could see that my tall wife was dwarfed by her youngest sister, Angela. When they saw my mother-in-law come into the room, holding me like a little boy in her arms and throwing my arms around her neck for support, both Angela and Angela started laughing. My mother-in-law put me down and left the room, probably for lunch. She asked Angela to go with her and set the table.

My wife looked at me and said, "See? I told you that mommy takes good care of you. Look how well she bathed you. Now let's go and have lunch, I'm so hungry." She took my hand and walked to the door.

But I stood still and didn't want to go. Anjana said, "What's wrong? Come on, no one has had lunch yet, everyone is waiting for us to have lunch together."

I protested, "But Anjana, I'm only wearing a towel. Open the bags, the keys are with you. I need to get a fresh T-shirt and pants."

Anjana looked at me. "Oh come on! You can wait. It's too late for lunch now. You're at home. It's okay if you stay with the towel. You can change after lunch."

I still objected, "But how can I sit at the dining table with all the ladies with a towel?"

Anjana grabbed my hand to pull me out of the room, "What ladies? It's just my mother and my two sisters. They're not strangers. They're your mother-in-law and sisters-in-law."

I still wasn't ready to leave. At this moment, Ranjana, my wife's elder sister, entered the room. "What's this argument and tug-of-war going on between you two?" Ranjana was looking down at both of us.

My wife reacted immediately. She let go of my hand and said angrily, "Look at James. He doesn't want to go to the dining table with a towel. I don't have time to unpack the suitcase and take out his clothes right now. I'm really hungry. He's embarrassed to sit next to you with a towel."

Ranjana started laughing, "Oh, is that the problem? Okay Anjana, you go and have your lunch. I'll convince James and bring him with me."

My wife left the room. Ranjana came and stood right in front of me with her tall, well-built body, my head resting against her breasts. I had to crane my neck to look at her face. Ranjana sat on her heels in front of me to get to my face level. She looked me straight in the eye and said, “James, why are you so shy? You look like just a little boy to me. So why are you so shy about wearing a towel in front of us? Just imagine that I am your elder sister, then you won’t be shy.”

I said, it’s true that you are taller than me, but that doesn’t mean I have to be like that.

Ranjana smiled mischievously. Then before I knew what was happening, she put one hand under my thighs and the other behind my head and stood up straight, lifting me up in her arms in a cradling position, like a mother holding her child. I was so surprised that I suddenly went from standing to floating horizontally in her arms near her breasts. My hands automatically went around her neck in fear. She threw her head back and laughed out loud, "Don't be afraid, my dear, you are so light and small that I can carry you like this all day. You are perfectly safe in my arms, lying on my big breasts."

But this only added to my embarrassment, as I lay helpless and weak in my sister-in-law's arms. With Ranjana's sudden lifting, my towel had come loose. And I was actually lying completely naked in Manju's cradle. The towel had slipped from under my back onto Manju's outstretched hands, and I was lying completely naked on it. And worse, I was getting excited to be literally held by this tall girl, so that my small dick stood erect. Ranjana was looking at my face all this time, so she didn't see my dick. Now when she caught sight of my little dick hero standing firm and straight, right above her breasts, she laughed out loud.

“Oh my God James. You really seem to like lying in my arms like a little baby. Your little dick looks so happy standing up and greeting me.” Ranjana herself was very happy.

I had come to my senses and almost tearfully begged, “Please Ranjana, put me down. . What will happen if others see me lying naked in your arms and you carrying your 28-year-old brother-in-law like a baby.”

Ranjana smiled mischievously, “Okay, okay… James, don’t cry. I won’t tell anyone I saw you naked.”

She laid me down on the bed and tied the towel.

Then her hands She pulled me up and made me stand on the bed. He lowered his head, put his hand under my thighs, and straightened up. This time I was sitting on one arm, just like the way my mother-in-law had carried me up the stairs completely naked after a bath. I had **** but to put my hand behind his neck for support. I was so amazed at how easily I was getting up, like a rag doll in the arms of my tall sister-in-law, that I couldn’t even protest. I was also afraid now that if I protested too much, he might tell everyone that he was carrying me in his arms like a completely naked baby. Or worse, he might deliberately untie my towel once more and carry me naked in front of everyone. And he was so much bigger and taller and stronger than me that even though I was a young adult man, I lay helplessly in his arms, unable to free myself from his grip.

Ranjana took me to the dining room, where all three other ladies were sitting at the dining table. They all looked at me being carried in my sister-in-law's arms and started laughing. Angela got up from her chair and came to greet us. She cupped my cheeks in her fingers and said, "Our sweet son-in-law is like a baby in the arms of his big sister. Come, sweet James, come to me, let me hold you."

Ranjana backed away: "No Ranjana, if you carry him, he'll be embarrassed. Because he's embarrassed to eat lunch with us in just his towel. He's agreed to eat lunch with a lot of insistence." Ranjana smiled sweetly at me as she went and sat down on the only empty chair at the table. "James, aren't you my little boy?" She carefully made me sit on her left thigh and my legs on her other thigh. I had to sit sideways on her legs, put her left hand behind me, sit on her legs so that she could easily feed me with her hand.

I still had some self-respect left in me. I glanced at my wife and mother-in-law and said in a protesting but calm voice. "I want to sit on the chair, not on Ranjana's lap. I am a grown man, not a baby."

I saw my wife and mother-in-law smiling at me, as if they were enjoying my helplessness and were being held captive by my young sister-in-law against my will. My wife said, "What, honey? Sit on Ranjana's sister's lap, she will feed you."

I still protested, and I said, "But I am a grown man."

Ranjana bent her head to look me in the face and said, "Okay, James, you are an engineer, tell me. I am 192 cm" and you are 175 cm. I weigh 90 kg and you 68 kg. I am 35 and you are 28.

I didn't answer, but Angela replied excitedly, "What a difference." Everyone started laughing.

Then Ranjana said, "Okay, now James, tell me, who is sitting on whose lap?"

Again Angela laughed and happily replied loudly, “The groom is sitting on sister Ranjana’s lap.”

Then Ranjana said triumphantly, “So it is proven that I am older than you. From now on, James will call me sister Ranjana and I will call him little James.”

Everyone started eating their food. I was eating too, but Ranjana, excuse me, sister Ranjana was feeding me from her plate. She was eating herself and feeding me alternately.

They were all chatting, ignoring me. My husband was telling them stories about his new married life. His neighbors in other apartments. His servants; his experiences in airports and flights. Everyone was talking to each other, I was sitting on my sister-in-law’s lap, feeding him as if I were his child. She had one arm around my naked body, his palm on my stomach. I was sitting on her lap, naked and wearing only a short towel, consciously clinging to the knot of the towel, lest it untie again.

After lunch, everyone got up from their chairs and went to the bathroom. Ranjana waited until the end and then stood with me. She did not let me down. She had one hand under my hip, on her left hand, and first washed her mouth. Then she bent her head and washed my mouth, like a mother washing her child after a meal.

I was amazed that they treated me like a small child among these taller women, I did not speak at all. They did not mind, as if they did not even expect a baby to have an adult conversation with them.

After lunch, all four women went to the room where Ranjana and I were supposed to stay. I went too, but in my sister's arms. The others sat on the bed, while Ranjana stood by the bed and I was still sitting on her arm. . My arms were around her neck. My sister had one hand under my hips, holding me up. She was gently rocking me from side to side, making me feel more like a child being carried by her mother or aunt.

My husband had opened his suitcase now. She was taking out the gifts we had brought for his mother and sisters. But he still wouldn’t give me my shirt and pants. I was still being carried on his arm by my sister-in-law. I couldn’t take it anymore. I whispered in Ranjana’s ear: Tell Anjana to give me my shorts and T-shirt. I was somehow developing a relationship with my tall sister-in-law. But I couldn’t tell her, Sister Ranjana.

She looked at me lovingly and cupped my cheek between his fingers. She sat me down on the bed. Then he went to the suitcase and rummaged through it. She picked up a very short pair of shorts and a white sleeveless vest from me. Anjana looked on happily seeing what her sister was doing. Ranjana then walked towards me sitting on the bed. She bent down and grabbed me with one hand under my hips and k

She felt a pang of pain. Then he started to leave the room with me on one hand and my clothes in the other.

My wife called from behind: Hey Ranjana, where are you taking my husband?

Ranjana laughed and while leaving the room said: "Don't worry, I will just wear your husband's clothes and bring him to you."

Ranjana smiled at me: Look, your wife is jealous now, she thinks I am stealing you from he too .she took me to the next room. This was his bedroom. He put me on his bed. Then he went and closed the door and came back. I was still standing on the bed when he had put me with a towel. He just pulled my towel and left his hand.....