Hi, I’m Vikram, 24 years old, still a virgin in the “real action” department (porn doesn’t count), and completely obsessed with my bhabhi, Sonia. She’s 28, married to my elder brother Ajay bhaiya for four years. Bhaiya is a sales manager, always travelling. Sonia bhabhi? Pure fire. 36-28-40 figure, milky skin, long hair, juicy lips, and those massive boobs that bounce even when she walks normally. Her ass? Like two ripe mangoes fighting in a tight salwar. Every time she bends to pick something, I have to hide my instant hard-on.
Last month, bhaiya got a 10-day trip to Dubai. He asked me to “look after bhabhi” at their Noida flat. Look after? Bro, I was planning to worship her. I packed condoms, Viagra (just in case), and moved in with dreams of finally losing my virginity to the woman of my wet dreams.
Day 1
I reached in the evening. Bhabhi opened the door in a pink nighty – thin fabric, no bra, nipples poking like headlights. She hugged me, boobs squishing against my chest. My lund saluted immediately.
Dinner was normal, but I kept dropping hints. “Bhabhi, you look tired. Want a massage?”
She laughed. “Okay, beta. My shoulders are killing me.”
Jackpot! She lay face-down on the sofa. I started rubbing her shoulders, slowly moving lower. Her skin was butter-smooth. I got bold, hands sliding toward her ass. She moaned softly – “Ahh… nice…”
My lund was steel. I leaned in, about to kiss her neck… and my phone rang. Loud Bollywood ringtone. Bhabhi jumped up, startled.
It was Mom. “Vikram, did you reach safely? Eat properly, okay?”
I talked for 10 minutes while bhabhi giggled at my red face. Mood killed. Epic fail #1.
Day 2
Morning, bhabhi was making tea in kitchen, wearing short shorts and tank top. Ass cheeks half visible. I hugged her from behind “good morning,” pressing my morning wood against her ass.
She froze, then smiled. “Vicky, naughty boy.”
Encouraged, I turned her around, tried to kiss. She let me for two seconds… then the pressure cooker whistled like a fucking train. We both jumped. Tea spilled everywhere. She laughed so hard she had tears. I cleaned the floor on my knees while she patted my head like a good dog. Fail #2.
Afternoon, power cut. Hot day. Bhabhi said, “Let’s watch movie on laptop in my room, AC on inverter.”
We lay on bed, watching some rom-com. I put my hand on her thigh. She didn’t move it. Slowly moved higher… almost touching her chut… and the inverter battery died. AC off, room became oven in minutes. We sweated like pigs. Romance dead. Fail #3.
Evening, I bought scented oil. “Bhabhi, proper massage today?”
She agreed. She lay in just bra-panty this time. Black lace. My hands shook. I poured oil generously, massaging her back, then ass cheeks. She moaned louder. I got fully naked under shorts, lund leaking.
Turned her over, about to remove bra… and I slipped on the oil I spilled on floor. Fell flat on my ass, head hitting bed corner. Small bump. Bhabhi panicked, applied balm, laughing and scolding. “Clumsy boy!” My head hurt, lund soft. Fail #4.
Day 3
I decided subtle approach. Cooked dinner, added “romantic” candles. After dinner, slow dance music. We danced, bodies close. I kissed her neck. She responded, hands in my hair.
We moved to bedroom. Clothes coming off. Her bra off – those glorious boobs. I sucked like starving baby. She pulled my shorts down, saw my 7-inch lund.
“Vicky… it’s nice…” She stroked it.
I was in heaven. Pushed her on bed, about to enter… and the neighbour’s dog started barking like crazy. Then doorbell. Delivery guy with wrong parcel. Bhabhi wrapped towel, went to door. Came back laughing – mood slightly off, but we continued.
I put on condom, entered missionary. Tight heaven. Three thrusts… condom broke. I panicked, pulled out. She burst out laughing. “Safety first, Vicky!” We cleaned up. No completion. Fail #5.
Day 4
Frustrated, I watched porn for tips. Planned perfect night. Rose petals on bed (bought secretly), soft music, dim lights.
Bhabhi loved it. “So romantic, Vicky.”
We kissed deeply. 69 position – her sucking me, me eating her chut like mango. She came hard, flooding my face.
Then doggy – her favourite position. I entered from behind, slapping that big ass. Going strong… and my phone alarm went off – I had set wrong reminder for “gym time.” Loud gym motivation speech blared. We both cracked up mid-thrust. Rhythm broken. Fail #6.
But this time, bhabhi took charge. “Enough comedy, devarji. Now fuck me properly.”
She pushed me down, rode me cowgirl. Boobs bouncing in face. I grabbed them, thrust up. No interruptions this time. She came twice, screaming “Chod mujhe… yes…”
I flipped her, pounded missionary till I filled the new condom.
Finally success! But only one round – we were laughing too much recalling fails.
Day 5-9
After that ice-breaker, we became pros – but comedy never left.
One time in shower – soap made floor slippery. I slipped while lifting her leg, we both fell in tub, water everywhere. Laughed 10 minutes, then fucked standing.
Kitchen quickie – she bent over counter. I entered… gas knob accidentally turned, flame shot up, almost burned roti on stove. Panic, fire off, then continued on floor.
Balcony night – risky outdoor. Going hot in doggy… neighbour auntie came out for plants, started talking to bhabhi over wall. Bhabhi answered casually while I stayed inside her, frozen. She clenched chut to tease me. I almost came laughing silently.
Living room sofa – trying 69 again. Bhabhi on top… she farted lightly (blamed spicy dinner). We both died laughing. Mood gone for 30 minutes, then came back stronger.
Washing machine – she sat on it during spin cycle for vibration. I fucked her… machine went into crazy unbalanced mode, banged loudly. We thought it would explode. Jumped off, finished on floor.
Oil massage redo – this time no spills. But I used too much, we slid off bed onto carpet. Rolled around laughing like kids, then fucked on floor.
We tried role play – bhabhi as strict teacher, me naughty student. She spanked me… too hard, my ass red. Couldn’t sit properly next day.
Another time, blindfold game. I blindfolded her, teased with ice… ice melted fast, water dripped, short-circuited extension board. Small spark. We screamed, removed blindfold, laughed till stomach hurt.
Even normal positions had comedy – once during missionary, her mangalsutra got tangled in my watch. Took 5 minutes to untangle.
But every fail led to more passion. We fucked 4-5 times daily. Positions: cowgirl (her favourite, boobs in my face), doggy (my favourite, ass view), spooning (lazy mornings), standing against wall, on stairs once (almost fell).
She taught me blowjob techniques – deep throat till tears, no teeth. I learned to eat chut properly – slow clit circles, finger G-spot. She squirted twice – once soaked entire bedsheet.
Anal? Tried lightly – fingering only. She said “Next time when you’re less clumsy.”
We watched funny porn together, recreating scenes badly on purpose – more laughter than moans sometimes.
By day 9, my clumsiness reduced. We had marathon nights – slow romantic to rough animal.
Last night before bhaiya returned, we did everything without single fail. Slow undressing, hours of foreplay, multiple positions, came together thrice.
She said, “Vicky, you’re the funniest and best lover. Your bhaiya is boring straight line, you’re full comedy movie with hot scenes.”
I replied, “Bhabhi, you’re my dream heroine. Even fails were fun because of you.”
We promised to continue secretly.
Bhaiya returned. Everything normal. But now when family visits, bhabhi and I share secret smiles remembering the Great Comedy Chudai Week.
Sometimes she texts funny memes about clumsy sex. I reply with eggplant emoji.
Life is good. Clumsy devar finally became pro – with lots of laughter and loads of cum.
Who knew failing so many times would lead to the best sex ever?
Last month, bhaiya got a 10-day trip to Dubai. He asked me to “look after bhabhi” at their Noida flat. Look after? Bro, I was planning to worship her. I packed condoms, Viagra (just in case), and moved in with dreams of finally losing my virginity to the woman of my wet dreams.
Day 1
I reached in the evening. Bhabhi opened the door in a pink nighty – thin fabric, no bra, nipples poking like headlights. She hugged me, boobs squishing against my chest. My lund saluted immediately.
Dinner was normal, but I kept dropping hints. “Bhabhi, you look tired. Want a massage?”
She laughed. “Okay, beta. My shoulders are killing me.”
Jackpot! She lay face-down on the sofa. I started rubbing her shoulders, slowly moving lower. Her skin was butter-smooth. I got bold, hands sliding toward her ass. She moaned softly – “Ahh… nice…”
My lund was steel. I leaned in, about to kiss her neck… and my phone rang. Loud Bollywood ringtone. Bhabhi jumped up, startled.
It was Mom. “Vikram, did you reach safely? Eat properly, okay?”
I talked for 10 minutes while bhabhi giggled at my red face. Mood killed. Epic fail #1.
Day 2
Morning, bhabhi was making tea in kitchen, wearing short shorts and tank top. Ass cheeks half visible. I hugged her from behind “good morning,” pressing my morning wood against her ass.
She froze, then smiled. “Vicky, naughty boy.”
Encouraged, I turned her around, tried to kiss. She let me for two seconds… then the pressure cooker whistled like a fucking train. We both jumped. Tea spilled everywhere. She laughed so hard she had tears. I cleaned the floor on my knees while she patted my head like a good dog. Fail #2.
Afternoon, power cut. Hot day. Bhabhi said, “Let’s watch movie on laptop in my room, AC on inverter.”
We lay on bed, watching some rom-com. I put my hand on her thigh. She didn’t move it. Slowly moved higher… almost touching her chut… and the inverter battery died. AC off, room became oven in minutes. We sweated like pigs. Romance dead. Fail #3.
Evening, I bought scented oil. “Bhabhi, proper massage today?”
She agreed. She lay in just bra-panty this time. Black lace. My hands shook. I poured oil generously, massaging her back, then ass cheeks. She moaned louder. I got fully naked under shorts, lund leaking.
Turned her over, about to remove bra… and I slipped on the oil I spilled on floor. Fell flat on my ass, head hitting bed corner. Small bump. Bhabhi panicked, applied balm, laughing and scolding. “Clumsy boy!” My head hurt, lund soft. Fail #4.
Day 3
I decided subtle approach. Cooked dinner, added “romantic” candles. After dinner, slow dance music. We danced, bodies close. I kissed her neck. She responded, hands in my hair.
We moved to bedroom. Clothes coming off. Her bra off – those glorious boobs. I sucked like starving baby. She pulled my shorts down, saw my 7-inch lund.
“Vicky… it’s nice…” She stroked it.
I was in heaven. Pushed her on bed, about to enter… and the neighbour’s dog started barking like crazy. Then doorbell. Delivery guy with wrong parcel. Bhabhi wrapped towel, went to door. Came back laughing – mood slightly off, but we continued.
I put on condom, entered missionary. Tight heaven. Three thrusts… condom broke. I panicked, pulled out. She burst out laughing. “Safety first, Vicky!” We cleaned up. No completion. Fail #5.
Day 4
Frustrated, I watched porn for tips. Planned perfect night. Rose petals on bed (bought secretly), soft music, dim lights.
Bhabhi loved it. “So romantic, Vicky.”
We kissed deeply. 69 position – her sucking me, me eating her chut like mango. She came hard, flooding my face.
Then doggy – her favourite position. I entered from behind, slapping that big ass. Going strong… and my phone alarm went off – I had set wrong reminder for “gym time.” Loud gym motivation speech blared. We both cracked up mid-thrust. Rhythm broken. Fail #6.
But this time, bhabhi took charge. “Enough comedy, devarji. Now fuck me properly.”
She pushed me down, rode me cowgirl. Boobs bouncing in face. I grabbed them, thrust up. No interruptions this time. She came twice, screaming “Chod mujhe… yes…”
I flipped her, pounded missionary till I filled the new condom.
Finally success! But only one round – we were laughing too much recalling fails.
Day 5-9
After that ice-breaker, we became pros – but comedy never left.
One time in shower – soap made floor slippery. I slipped while lifting her leg, we both fell in tub, water everywhere. Laughed 10 minutes, then fucked standing.
Kitchen quickie – she bent over counter. I entered… gas knob accidentally turned, flame shot up, almost burned roti on stove. Panic, fire off, then continued on floor.
Balcony night – risky outdoor. Going hot in doggy… neighbour auntie came out for plants, started talking to bhabhi over wall. Bhabhi answered casually while I stayed inside her, frozen. She clenched chut to tease me. I almost came laughing silently.
Living room sofa – trying 69 again. Bhabhi on top… she farted lightly (blamed spicy dinner). We both died laughing. Mood gone for 30 minutes, then came back stronger.
Washing machine – she sat on it during spin cycle for vibration. I fucked her… machine went into crazy unbalanced mode, banged loudly. We thought it would explode. Jumped off, finished on floor.
Oil massage redo – this time no spills. But I used too much, we slid off bed onto carpet. Rolled around laughing like kids, then fucked on floor.
We tried role play – bhabhi as strict teacher, me naughty student. She spanked me… too hard, my ass red. Couldn’t sit properly next day.
Another time, blindfold game. I blindfolded her, teased with ice… ice melted fast, water dripped, short-circuited extension board. Small spark. We screamed, removed blindfold, laughed till stomach hurt.
Even normal positions had comedy – once during missionary, her mangalsutra got tangled in my watch. Took 5 minutes to untangle.
But every fail led to more passion. We fucked 4-5 times daily. Positions: cowgirl (her favourite, boobs in my face), doggy (my favourite, ass view), spooning (lazy mornings), standing against wall, on stairs once (almost fell).
She taught me blowjob techniques – deep throat till tears, no teeth. I learned to eat chut properly – slow clit circles, finger G-spot. She squirted twice – once soaked entire bedsheet.
Anal? Tried lightly – fingering only. She said “Next time when you’re less clumsy.”
We watched funny porn together, recreating scenes badly on purpose – more laughter than moans sometimes.
By day 9, my clumsiness reduced. We had marathon nights – slow romantic to rough animal.
Last night before bhaiya returned, we did everything without single fail. Slow undressing, hours of foreplay, multiple positions, came together thrice.
She said, “Vicky, you’re the funniest and best lover. Your bhaiya is boring straight line, you’re full comedy movie with hot scenes.”
I replied, “Bhabhi, you’re my dream heroine. Even fails were fun because of you.”
We promised to continue secretly.
Bhaiya returned. Everything normal. But now when family visits, bhabhi and I share secret smiles remembering the Great Comedy Chudai Week.
Sometimes she texts funny memes about clumsy sex. I reply with eggplant emoji.
Life is good. Clumsy devar finally became pro – with lots of laughter and loads of cum.
Who knew failing so many times would lead to the best sex ever?