My bhabi (wife of my brother) is very beautiful, cheerful and nice lady, she was very frank with me and use to spend time with me chatting, or watchin... movies sometimes and all that, it was quite normal and I never thought anything wrong about our relationship.After the departure of my brother for two or three months She spent time very normally, but after that I noticed that she use to stare at me and started giving me mysterious smiles, I thought it was my doubt, but then one day I noticed. She picked out a fewthings."Try these on? They were always a little bit big for me but theymight fit you just fine. Who would have thought that buying the saleitems would finally pay off for me. I thought that I would have justhad them altered but now I know exactly why I bought them." Megansaid handing me a handful of dresses of all different styles andcolors."Make sure that you pick something out that will go with your shoes.I don't want you to go out in something that doesn't match." Wait. She had the same black soft hair up to her shoulders as her mother had and perfect curves that any guy would kill just to touch and boy, she knew it. She turned her head and smiled ‘Daddy, what’s for dinner I’m starving?’ I could feel she knew I had been staring at her. Snapping me out of my trance I said ‘Umm… we’ll have take-out honey, my treat.’ I walked to the fridge, got a beer and some take-out menus then came and sat next to her. Putting her legs over mine, she snuggled in next to me as. That done, we left the office. Once the door was shut behind us, she threw her arms around me and said, "I don't know who you are, but I owe you coffee. They never give in that fast."Veronica bought two lattes to go, then I walked her home. She invited me in. We spent an hour on her sofa necking. Things might have gone further, but her roommate came home. Introductions were made and I left, promising to call. The next night we attended a poetry reading. The night after, Saturday, it was a 1930s.