Bhabhi's Haircut

My name is Soham and I am 16 years living in Nagpur. I am a haircut fetish and I desire to cut woman’s long hair and even shave. I express my desire through my fetish account in Facebook. The fetish friends would suggest me to try on my family members. None of the female members in my family had beautiful long hair. Even if long, not that good and not that beautiful either.

I satisfy my fetish by chatting with the fetish friends and watching videos, fantasizing in dreams, reading stories etc.

My family consisted of my father, mother and my elder brother Sooraj who is 28 and was to get married. He married to our family friend’s daughter Sandhya. She is a beautiful 27-year-old woman whom I’ll be seeing at home every day. I was happy that I got company. I can talk with Bhabhi whenever I want.

But I didn’t really get to talk with her properly ever since she has stepped into our house. I was stuck with my exams and so had to focus on that otherwise I’ll be screwed.

One afternoon, when my brother and father had gone to office and my mother was taking her nap, and I was in my room bored. I walked to the kitchen to get some water. The moment I reached the door, I saw Bhabhi working in the kitchen, possibly cooking something. She was wearing a saree and her hair was clipped. So I can’t find out her hair length. I don’t even know whether she has long hair or not. But I came to a conclusion that Bhabhi’s hair won’t be long and I am not that lucky.

Her back was facing my side revealing her partially bare back and the waist. I wanted to feel that but I just stared at it. She didn’t notice me coming at all. The water jug was next to the stove and I walked towards the stove side and started to drink from the jug.

She noticed me and smiled at me as I did the same. I was happy that she noticed me.

B: Do you want something?

S: Nothing Bhabhi, I just came to drink water. What are you making?

B: It’s for Sooraj when he comes for tea.

S: Can I help?

B: It’s fine, I am done.

We engaged into a conversation and she asked me about my studies, plans for future and all that and I replied coolly. She had thought me to be innocent in nature even though I am 16, when I am not innocent and I do have some evil plans in mind. I was happy that I’ve got company. I wanted to talk to her more when my mother came after her nap signaling me to leave the kitchen.

We used to spend time whenever possible and I used to impress by narrating some funny incidents happened in school or with friends, most of them aren’t true. I try to impress her in whatever ways possible in order to gain her interest, trust and everything.

On a lazy afternoon Saturday, I was getting restless as I wasn’t able to nap. I thought of talking to Bhabhi but she taking nap at that time. I wanted to see her no matter what she is doing. I walked to her room slowly crossing my mother’s room as she was taking nap. (Both my father and brother are at work.)

I slowly the door of my brother’s room and saw Bhabhi sitting on the bed and reading something. I knocked and said, ‘Bhabhi, can I come in?’

She looked at the door and smiled on seeing me. She said, ‘Come in Soham. There’s no need to ask permission.’

I entered and then closed the door. She sat straight keeping the book aside as I came and sat beside her. Her hair was clipped as in the beginning and she’s in saree as usual.

B: What happened Soham? Why do you look so worried?

S: Nothing like that. Exams are nearing. Books are driving me mad.

B: Oh is it? Just relax and don’t get tensed.

I was watching her talk when she placed a hand on her clip and removed it from her head. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Down flowed a cascade of black waters. Her hair rolled down to her hip I guess well I couldn’t guess it since she was sitting. One thing I know that she has long hair and I am the luckiest person in this world.

She was setting her hair swinging it backwards and was about to clip it again when I stopped her saying, ‘Bhabhi I can’t believe this.’

B: What happened?

S: I didn’t know that you have such beautiful hair.

B: Oh thanks Soham.

She took her hair to the front showing the full length. It is really long, beautiful, has great volume. I moved close to her and wanted to touch and feel it but I controlled my emotions for the time being.

Actually, I can touch and feel it even without her permission as I have my freedom. Then what’s stopping me? Come on Soham, do it! I was telling myself all this, boosting up my gut level.

I saw Bhabhi caressing her hair which I liked and later, she took a comb and began to comb her hair.

I couldn’t control any more. I wanted that hair at any cost. I snatched the comb from her saying, ‘This is not right Bhabhi. You shouldn’t do this when I am here.’

‘What do I do?’ asked a confused Bhabhi. I got up from the bed and pulled her hand taking her to the dressing table. I made her sit before the dressing table facing the mirror.

I was standing behind her with the comb and saw her nearly bare back which of course, tempted me. I took the hair from the front and spread it on the backside. Oh my, holding the whole amount of hair and spreading it across was too exciting for any fetish. I began combing her hair from top to bottom touching and feeling it. She smiled at my behaviour and let me comb her hair.

Since she was little short and I couldn’t bend properly, I knelt and did the combing which was for some naughty purposes and Bhabhi didn’t know all that.

I combed as well as touched the hair. I could also feel a bit of her body. Bhabhi is too hot that I am burning. I took a portion of hair so as to comb and without her knowledge, I kissed her hair. That was a peaceful feeling. I ran my face through the hair I could feel. I bit and licked it without her knowledge.

‘What are you doing Soham?’ Bhabhi asked as I got up and combed again. I took a large portion of the hair and lifted it upwards. She looked curious as if what I was going to do. If I had scissors with me, I would’ve definitely cut her hair which I have to do.

I showed two fingers folding the other three and placed it on the hair I was holding. I was cutting the hair with my fingers. She smiled at me saying. ‘What Soham? Do you want to cut my hair?’

Of course, I wanted to cut her hair. And apart from that, I also wanted to have fun with her because she is too hot to handle.

‘Sandhya?’ my mother’s voice was heard. I was still holding her hair when she stood up and said she had to go. She took the hair clip and left the room clipping her hair.

I was alone in the room thinking of what to do. I wanted to cut her long hair and have fun with my hot Bhabhi. But how? My family is around and there’s no chance of getting her alone.

Since my exams are nearing, I tried to focus on my studies. Whenever I think of her hair, I’ll go to Bhabhi and enjoy her hair without other’s knowledge. It was only between me and her. I thought that I’ve gotten ten days’ holidays after the exams get over, within these ten days I’ll have to execute the plan.

Unfortunately, fate played a bad game on me. My brother was going for a business meeting in US for that ten days and he is also taking Bhabhi along. I was heartbroken! My exams will get over. I’ve ten days but those days are waste since Bhabhi isn’t there and my desire will never come true. Never ever!

The exams are over and I was returning back home with disappointment because no Bhabhi for ten days. My brother was leaving that very day itself. When I reached home, I realised that they have left for the US. I saw my parents getting ready to go somewhere.

My father said, ‘Soham, we are going to your mother’s place for a function. I am pretty sure that you aren’t interested in coming with us. We’ll come after four or five days.’

I said ok as they left and I was all alone. At least I can watch many haircut and shave videos and do whatever I want. Whenever my parents aren’t at place for a day or more, our neighbour would come and check on me. The lunch was ready on the table and I had it and was about to go to my room when the doorbell rang.

I knew it was the neighbour to check whether everything was fine. I went to check the door and I couldn’t believe what I saw the moment I opened the door… Bhabhi!

I was confused and at the same time happy. Bhabhi is there with me. She hasn’t gone anywhere. Her hair was in a long braid and she was in saree. She was carrying bags in her hands and walked inside as I closed the door. She was walking to her room as I followed her.

S: Bhabhi, but aren’t you supposed to go to the US with Bhaiyya?

B: Yes, but my visa didn’t get ready and so I couldn’t accompany him.

S: It’s okay Bhabhi. I am here for you.

B: Oh yes. (She went to her room)

Crackers exploded very badly in my head. The most desperate person has become the happiest person in the world. Bhabhi didn’t go. She is here with me. My parents aren’t here. It’s just me and her. What a timing! Four to five days, I am going to have fun. I’ve also decided that within these days, I have to cut her long hair and have fun with my hot Bhabhi. I went to my room and started thinking about this.

I thought of buying a new pair of scissors and comb as it is my first haircutting experience. I went in the evening without telling her to buy scissors and comb and came back as early as possible so that Bhabhi wouldn’t know that I had gone out. I kept it in my room and thought of when to make use of the opportunity. I couldn’t wait any more.

In the evening, we had dinner together and I was constantly looking at her and her clipped hair. How will I have to wait to have her and her long hair? I became too impatient. I found Bhabhi’s face little dull because she was missing Bhaiyya and was sad because she couldn’t accompany him.

S: What’s the matter Bhabhi? Why are you sad?

B: It’s nothing Soham. I am fine.

S: I know you are missing Bhaiyya. It’s alright Bhabhi. I am here with you. I’ll keep you happy.

Bhabhi smiled at last and I was happy she did. After dinner, we watched TV. I was lying on Bhabhi’s lap as she caressed my hair while watching TV. I was looking up at her; I raised my hand (my hand accidently touching her breasts) and removed the clip from her hair. Down came the black waters. I could feel it with my face and enjoyed it without her realising it.

It was sleep time and I said ‘Good night’ to Bhabhi and went to my room. I could’ve spend the entire night with her but I couldn’t control as I badly want to cut her hair and have fun. I tried to sleep but it wasn’t that easy. Many thoughts are flashing up in my mind; Bhabhi, her hot figure, her long hair.

I got up from the bed and walked out towards Bhaiyya’s room. There’s no one else at home other than Bhabhi and me, no there’s no need to tip-toe walk. When I reached the door, I slowly pushed the door to check whether she was sleeping or not. The lights were on; Bhabhi was sitting on the bed facing me. I was startled and for a few moments couldn’t move at all. Her hair was open and she continued to stare at me.

S: Bhabhi aren’t you asleep?

B: I am not able to sleep. Please come here Soham.

I entered and closed the door and walked towards her. I sat beside her and smiled. She smiled back. I know she’s feeling lonely and I’ve to cheer her up and make her feel better. She got up and walked towards the dressing table, facing the mirror. She was setting her hair, swinging it back and was going to clip it. I know I have to do something. I got up and walked towards her and she is done with clipping her hair.

S: Bhabhi!

B: Yes, Soham.

S: Why are you upset?

B: I am not upset. I am fine.

She walked away from the dressing table and towards the bed. I walked towards her and she turned away. I made her face me, my hands on her face. She was little shorter than me but it was fine.

S: I told you Bhabhi it’s alright. I am here for you. You are mine, and only mine. I can’t see you sad like this. You belong to me.

B: But your Bhaiyya?

S: I don’t care. What matters me most is my Bhabhi. Every part of you is mine. Your smile, your hair.

I removed the clip and threw it away and down fell her hip-length hair. I gently placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her saree. She was little shocked but I didn’t care as I hugged her tightly.

My face could feel her hair as I kissed her neck and slid my hands in her hair and blouse. She too hugged me tight. We lost balance and we fell on the bed. I laid beside her looking at her. I placed my hand on her face and slid it around and my finger slowly reached her lips.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed it I think. My finger down to her neck and to the end of her blouse. I ran my finger between her breasts a little. I then slid upwards to her face and then I brought face close to hers; kissing her neck and then her lips. That lip-lock was really passionate and beautiful. We kissed for some time and then she pushed me aside.  

I rolled on the bed and she was beside me, her hair touching my face. She lay her head on my chest and I caressed her long hair. I cut it with my fingers.

S: Bhabhi!

B: Yes, Soham.

S: I love your long hair Bhabhi.

B: It’s all yours.

She got up and sat straight bringing her hair to the front. I could see her half-naked back. I got up and sat beside her; her hair was in my side. I gathered all her hair in one hand and started kissing it. I kissed each and every portion of it as I couldn’t control my excitement. Bhabhi was even stunned at my behaviour.

I then got up and took the hair in the front from the top covering her face and began kissing from the nape till the tip of the hair. Feeling her hair was a beautiful feeling. I just buried my face into her hair and felt peace. After enjoying for a while, I pushed the hair aside a little to see my Bhabhi’s face. Little of her face was revealed including her lips. I kissed her hot lips again and she responded back. I tossed all her hair to the back, revealing her entire face. She got up and helped me remove my t-shirt. I hugged her tightly, feeling her body and vice-versa. My face could feel her hair. I slowly removed the string of her blouse and removed the blouse completely the moment we let go off each other, revealing her damn hot figure. She was in rose-coloured bra. Her saree wasn’t completely removed and so I pulled it completely.

I moved close to her and placed my hand on her long hair from the top and slowly slid it down feeling the length as well as her body. When it reached her hips, I started feeling the hips as she was aroused. I inserted both my hands beneath the skirt and panty feeling her ass.

After taking my hands off, I pulled the string and pulled her skirt down and she was in rose coloured bra and panty. Too hot to handle. I couldn’t bear it. But the long hair wasn’t suiting her sexy figure.

S: Are you ready?

B: For what?

S: For anything.

B: I am all yours.

I lifted her up in my arms, carried her around the room. I could feel her long hair and also her sexy body. I was thinking of how to get the haircut done. Whether to tie her up, or ask or whatever. I’ve decided that I’ll cut all her hair that very day.

I lay her sideways on the bed and walked towards the other side. She got up to check what it was. I took her saree which I removed and walked to the other side. She turned to me seductively asking, ‘What is it?’

I tore a portion of saree and said, ‘I want to tie you up.’

She extended her arms and said, ‘Go for it.’

I was surprised when she accepted it. She moved to the direction where her legs were almost touching the pillows and I tied both her hands to each end of the bed. I touched her hair and tossed it upwards. Too excited as I am going to cut it. I also want to shave it but I didn’t have clippers. Anyways, I am going to cut all her long hair.

I walked towards her direction as she was looking at me, her eyes ready for anything, her lips longing to be felt with mine, and her body eagerly waiting. Her hair is the one waiting a lot. I sat beside her and slid my hands on her sexy legs. I dipped my finger into her navel and then kissed it as she breathed in a different way, biting her lips and enjoying it.

I took all her hair in the front to check the length. Oh my! It’s so long and I couldn’t bear it.

S: Bhabhi, your hair is so long. I can’t bear it anymore. It has even crossed your panty.

B: Shut up and kiss me!

I moved closed to her and held her face looking at her sternly. Her eyes looked little scared. I pushed mine into her lips and the kissing was kind of bad one. We nearly bit the lips. I let go off it as she bit my lips. I looked at her angrily and said, ‘You will be punished.’

The hot Bhabhi replied, ‘Punish me badly. Show no mercy.’

I got up and walked behind her, my eyes catching sight of her bare back. I started feeling it and seized her by the hair which pained her and said, ‘Your hair is close to you, not behind you. Enjoy it.’

I walked out of the room to get scissors for cutting her long hair since she has asked me to punish her badly. I am going to do that.

I came after sometime, her back was facing me at the door and so she couldn’t see me. I hid the scissors and walked to her side facing her. We looked at each other for some time. Her long hair was in the front waiting to be cut by my scissors. I placed a hand on her face feeling her hair and slid down feeling its length.

When I reached the end, I lifted that little part and showed her saying, ‘Bhabhi, this is no more.’

She didn’t understand and thought I was joking. She asked, ‘What are you going to do?’

I took out the scissors and cut out the portion I was holding. It was a little portion and I dropped in her lap as her face looked shocked.

S: That wasn’t satisfying. Let me cut some more.

B: No!

I held a little more of her hair than before and started snipping it. She began shaking her legs making the cutting process difficult for me. I got up and walked behind her, taking the hair from the front.

B: (Nearly in tears) What are you doing Soham? Please don’t cut my hair. I love my hair.

S: Sorry Bhabhi, I’ve always loved your long hair and I really want to cut it. You’ve asked me to punish you and I am punishing you.

I took another portion and cut it as she burst into tears. The hair was slowly falling on the floor. I didn’t do proper cutting just take a portion and cut it. Oh my! I was really enjoying the cut. I thought of stopping since Bhabhi was crying but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t satisfied, I wanted to cut more. Lots of hair were falling on the floor.

B: Please Soham, stop it.

S: Almost done Bhabhi.

Her hip-length hair has reached her shoulders. But it wasn’t in proper shape. I cut it shorter giving her neck-length. I trimmed the ends and made a perfect shape.

At last, her haircut was done and I was satisfied, I looked at the pile of hair on the floor. It’s too much. I untied Bhabhi as she got off the bed hurriedly noticing the pile of hair. She placed her hands on her head realising that her hair is no more. She walked to see the mirror. She screamed in horror, and placed the hands on her head. No more long hair! Short boycut. She looked more hot.

She cried badly and then turned to me. I feared whether she would hit me or report to Bhaiyya on what I did. Even if she does that, I’ll tell Bhaiyya that Bhabhi has seduced me and forced herself on me and that would be the end of their marriage.

She walked towards me, her face looked red with tears. I remained silent waiting for what was going to happen. To my surprise, she spoke normally, ‘Why did you do this Soham? You know how much I loved my hair? If you wanted to cut my hair, I would’ve let you cut 1 or 2 inches once in a while. Why did you cut all my hair?’

I felt little guilty on cutting her hair. She is so innocent and kind-hearted and I shouldn’t have done that. But I couldn’t help it. No hair fetishers could help it.

I placed my hands on her face and wiped off her tears saying, ‘I am really sorry Bhabhi. I couldn’t help it. I tried to stop cutting your hair when you cried, but I couldn’t. When I see long hair, I feel like cutting all that. This is my first haircutting experience and so was excited.’

I know I am being too dramatic but those were just to make her feel better and convince with her new look. I was really tired and I wanted to sleep, but looking at Bhabhi, I wasn’t feeling good.

B: Soham, your Bhaiyya loved my long hair. He will be disappointed on seeing my short hair. Your mother will be mad on me as she sticks to traditions. How should I tell them?

S: There are 3-4 days left for us to decide. Forget all that.

I looked at my transformed Bhabhi, short-haired still in bra and panty. I walked towards her, placed my hands on her face and kissed her.

B: I am feeling much better now.

I was happy that everything got well. We walked to the bed and lay on it facing each other. I put on the blankets and looked at her sliding hands on her short hair.

S: You look more hot in short hair.

She smiled as the lights were off. The room was a complete mess, the torn clothes, the pile of hair and all that. But too tired for all that. We just had a sound sleep. I was happy that my desire has been fulfilled.