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Subject: {ASSM} My Spineless Brother (MF, wife, humil)
Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2001 23:10:04 -0400
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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.

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