Writer name: By Neha Kapoor
Content:
My name is Priya. I am 30 years old. I live in a small house in Lucknow with my husband Amit and his younger brother Arjun. Amit is 35. He works in a bank. He is always busy. He leaves home early and comes back late. Sometimes he goes on tours for days. Our marriage is eight years old, but it feels empty now. We talk little. In bed, he finishes fast and sleeps. I feel alone most of the time.
Arjun is 24. He came to live with us one year ago. He is doing a computer course. He is tall, strong, with nice muscles from gym. He has dark eyes that look at me in a way that makes my heart beat fast. At first, I thought it was nothing. He is my devar. Like a younger brother. But slowly, things changed.
It started small. During summer, the house was very hot. I wore light cotton sarees. My pallu would slip sometimes when I worked. I noticed Arjun looking when my blouse got wet with sweat. My breasts are big, and the cloth stuck to them. Nipples showed a little. He would look, then turn away fast. I felt shy, but also something warm inside.
One day, I was cleaning the fan. I stood on a stool. My saree rode up, showing my legs. Arjun came to help. He held the stool. His hand touched my ankle by mistake. I felt a shock. Like current. He said sorry, but his eyes were on my legs. That night, I could not sleep. I touched myself thinking of his strong hands. I felt bad. This is wrong. He is family.
But the touches kept happening.
In the kitchen, he would stand close to take something. His arm brushed my breast. Soft, but I felt my nipple get hard. My chut got wet. I wore panties every day, but still felt the wetness. Once, my pallu fell completely while serving food. My blouse was tight. Cleavage showed deep. He stared. I saw his shorts get tight in front. His lund was hard. Big outline. I covered fast, but my heart was racing.
We started talking more at night. Amit would sleep early. Arjun and I watched TV sometimes. We sat on the same sofa. Our thighs touched. He smelled nice, like soap and man. I felt my body heat up.
One night, Amit was on tour. It was Diwali time. The house was decorated with diyas and lights. But there was a power cut suddenly. Whole area dark. Only diyas gave little light. Arjun and I were in the living room. I wore a red saree for Diwali. Low-cut blouse. My breasts looked full. Arjun wore kurta-pajama. He looked handsome.
We lit more diyas. Sat on the floor. Talked about Diwali, childhood, sweets. He said, “Bhabhi, you look very beautiful today.” I smiled. “Thank you, Arjun.” But inside, I felt shy and happy.
He moved closer. Our hands touched while placing diyas. He held my hand. “Bhabhi, I like being with you.” His voice was low. I should have pulled away. But I didn’t. His thumb rubbed my palm. Soft circles. My body felt hot.
Then he leaned in. Kissed my cheek first. Soft. Like testing. I turned my face. Our lips met. Gentle kiss. Then deeper. His tongue came in my mouth. I sucked it. Tasted sweet from laddoo. My hands went to his neck. Pulled him closer.
We kissed long. His hands on my waist. Pulled me on his lap. I felt his lund hard under me. Big and thick. Pressing my chut through clothes. I moved a little. Rubbed on it. He groaned.
He pulled my pallu down slow. Looked at my blouse. Breasts rising with breath. He opened hooks one by one. Blouse opened. My bra was red lace. He pushed it up. My chuchi came out. Big, round, dark nipples hard.
He said, “Bhabhi, kitni sundar ho.” Then took one nipple in mouth. Sucked slow. Tongue circled. I moaned. Held his head. Pleasure went straight to my chut. Wetness came more.
He sucked both breasts. Bite soft. Hands pressed them. I was breathing fast. Thighs pressed together.
Then he laid me on the carpet. Diwas around us gave soft light. He removed my saree completely. Slow, like opening gift. Petticoat next. Then panties. I was naked. My chut shaved clean, lips wet and open.
He looked long. “Bhabhi ki chut itni pink aur juicy.” I felt shy. Covered with hand. He removed it. Kissed my thighs. Then licked my chut. One long lick. I cried soft. His tongue played with clit. Circle, suck, flick. Two fingers went inside. Curled and moved.
I never felt like this. Amit never did oral. Pleasure built fast. Legs shook. I came hard. Juices on his face. He drank them. Kept licking till I stopped shaking.
Then I wanted to give him. I pulled his kurta off. Chest strong, little hair. Kissed his nipples. He liked. Then pajama down. No underwear. His lund jumped out. Long, thick, head shiny with precum.
I held it. Hot, hard. Stroked slow. Then licked tip. Salty taste. Took in mouth. Sucked deep as I could. He held my hair. Said, “Bhabhi, bahut accha lag raha.” I moved head fast. Used tongue. He stopped me before coming.
He put me on back. Came between legs. Rubbed lund on my chut. Up down. Teased clit. I begged, “Andar daal na.”
He pushed slow. Head went in. Stretch felt good. Then full. Filled me complete. We both moaned. He waited. Then started moving. Slow thrusts first. Deep. Then faster.
My breasts jumped with each thrust. He sucked them while fucking. Room filled with sounds. Wet slap, my moans, his grunts.
I came again. Chut tight around his lund. He kept going. Changed position. Made me sit on him. Cowgirl. I rode slow. Up down. Grind clit. His hands on my gaand. Squeezed.
Then faster. Breasts bounced in his face. He sucked nipples. I came third time.
He turned me on all fours. Doggy. Entered from back. Deep angle. Hit new spots. Held my hips. Fucked hard. Balls slapped my clit.
Said dirty, “Bhabhi ki gaand kitni mast, chut kitni tight.”
I pushed back. “Chod mujhe zor se, Arjun.”
He spanked light. Sting good. I came again. Very hard.
He asked, “Andar daalun?”
“Yes, creampie de.”
He thrust deep. Came hot inside. Filled me. I felt every spurt. Milked him with my chut.
We lay together. Sweaty, sticky. Diwas still burning. Fireworks outside for Diwali.
Guilt came slow. But happiness more. He kissed my forehead. “I love you, bhabhi.”
I smiled. “Me too.”
We did more rounds that night. In shower, he ate me again. I came on his tongue. Then against wall, he lifted me. Legs around waist. Fucked standing.
Next morning, power came. Amit called, coming in two days. We cleaned everything.
But after that, we found ways. Quick in kitchen. Slow when Amit slept. Oral in afternoon.
I feel guilty sometimes. But when Arjun touches me, I forget all. My body wants him. Needs him.
Diwali brought light to my dark life. Secret light. Hot and forbidden.
Now every festival, we remember that night. And make new memories. Carefully.
Life goes on. I wear saree, smile for family. But inside, I am his.
Content:
My name is Priya. I am 30 years old. I live in a small house in Lucknow with my husband Amit and his younger brother Arjun. Amit is 35. He works in a bank. He is always busy. He leaves home early and comes back late. Sometimes he goes on tours for days. Our marriage is eight years old, but it feels empty now. We talk little. In bed, he finishes fast and sleeps. I feel alone most of the time.
Arjun is 24. He came to live with us one year ago. He is doing a computer course. He is tall, strong, with nice muscles from gym. He has dark eyes that look at me in a way that makes my heart beat fast. At first, I thought it was nothing. He is my devar. Like a younger brother. But slowly, things changed.
It started small. During summer, the house was very hot. I wore light cotton sarees. My pallu would slip sometimes when I worked. I noticed Arjun looking when my blouse got wet with sweat. My breasts are big, and the cloth stuck to them. Nipples showed a little. He would look, then turn away fast. I felt shy, but also something warm inside.
One day, I was cleaning the fan. I stood on a stool. My saree rode up, showing my legs. Arjun came to help. He held the stool. His hand touched my ankle by mistake. I felt a shock. Like current. He said sorry, but his eyes were on my legs. That night, I could not sleep. I touched myself thinking of his strong hands. I felt bad. This is wrong. He is family.
But the touches kept happening.
In the kitchen, he would stand close to take something. His arm brushed my breast. Soft, but I felt my nipple get hard. My chut got wet. I wore panties every day, but still felt the wetness. Once, my pallu fell completely while serving food. My blouse was tight. Cleavage showed deep. He stared. I saw his shorts get tight in front. His lund was hard. Big outline. I covered fast, but my heart was racing.
We started talking more at night. Amit would sleep early. Arjun and I watched TV sometimes. We sat on the same sofa. Our thighs touched. He smelled nice, like soap and man. I felt my body heat up.
One night, Amit was on tour. It was Diwali time. The house was decorated with diyas and lights. But there was a power cut suddenly. Whole area dark. Only diyas gave little light. Arjun and I were in the living room. I wore a red saree for Diwali. Low-cut blouse. My breasts looked full. Arjun wore kurta-pajama. He looked handsome.
We lit more diyas. Sat on the floor. Talked about Diwali, childhood, sweets. He said, “Bhabhi, you look very beautiful today.” I smiled. “Thank you, Arjun.” But inside, I felt shy and happy.
He moved closer. Our hands touched while placing diyas. He held my hand. “Bhabhi, I like being with you.” His voice was low. I should have pulled away. But I didn’t. His thumb rubbed my palm. Soft circles. My body felt hot.
Then he leaned in. Kissed my cheek first. Soft. Like testing. I turned my face. Our lips met. Gentle kiss. Then deeper. His tongue came in my mouth. I sucked it. Tasted sweet from laddoo. My hands went to his neck. Pulled him closer.
We kissed long. His hands on my waist. Pulled me on his lap. I felt his lund hard under me. Big and thick. Pressing my chut through clothes. I moved a little. Rubbed on it. He groaned.
He pulled my pallu down slow. Looked at my blouse. Breasts rising with breath. He opened hooks one by one. Blouse opened. My bra was red lace. He pushed it up. My chuchi came out. Big, round, dark nipples hard.
He said, “Bhabhi, kitni sundar ho.” Then took one nipple in mouth. Sucked slow. Tongue circled. I moaned. Held his head. Pleasure went straight to my chut. Wetness came more.
He sucked both breasts. Bite soft. Hands pressed them. I was breathing fast. Thighs pressed together.
Then he laid me on the carpet. Diwas around us gave soft light. He removed my saree completely. Slow, like opening gift. Petticoat next. Then panties. I was naked. My chut shaved clean, lips wet and open.
He looked long. “Bhabhi ki chut itni pink aur juicy.” I felt shy. Covered with hand. He removed it. Kissed my thighs. Then licked my chut. One long lick. I cried soft. His tongue played with clit. Circle, suck, flick. Two fingers went inside. Curled and moved.
I never felt like this. Amit never did oral. Pleasure built fast. Legs shook. I came hard. Juices on his face. He drank them. Kept licking till I stopped shaking.
Then I wanted to give him. I pulled his kurta off. Chest strong, little hair. Kissed his nipples. He liked. Then pajama down. No underwear. His lund jumped out. Long, thick, head shiny with precum.
I held it. Hot, hard. Stroked slow. Then licked tip. Salty taste. Took in mouth. Sucked deep as I could. He held my hair. Said, “Bhabhi, bahut accha lag raha.” I moved head fast. Used tongue. He stopped me before coming.
He put me on back. Came between legs. Rubbed lund on my chut. Up down. Teased clit. I begged, “Andar daal na.”
He pushed slow. Head went in. Stretch felt good. Then full. Filled me complete. We both moaned. He waited. Then started moving. Slow thrusts first. Deep. Then faster.
My breasts jumped with each thrust. He sucked them while fucking. Room filled with sounds. Wet slap, my moans, his grunts.
I came again. Chut tight around his lund. He kept going. Changed position. Made me sit on him. Cowgirl. I rode slow. Up down. Grind clit. His hands on my gaand. Squeezed.
Then faster. Breasts bounced in his face. He sucked nipples. I came third time.
He turned me on all fours. Doggy. Entered from back. Deep angle. Hit new spots. Held my hips. Fucked hard. Balls slapped my clit.
Said dirty, “Bhabhi ki gaand kitni mast, chut kitni tight.”
I pushed back. “Chod mujhe zor se, Arjun.”
He spanked light. Sting good. I came again. Very hard.
He asked, “Andar daalun?”
“Yes, creampie de.”
He thrust deep. Came hot inside. Filled me. I felt every spurt. Milked him with my chut.
We lay together. Sweaty, sticky. Diwas still burning. Fireworks outside for Diwali.
Guilt came slow. But happiness more. He kissed my forehead. “I love you, bhabhi.”
I smiled. “Me too.”
We did more rounds that night. In shower, he ate me again. I came on his tongue. Then against wall, he lifted me. Legs around waist. Fucked standing.
Next morning, power came. Amit called, coming in two days. We cleaned everything.
But after that, we found ways. Quick in kitchen. Slow when Amit slept. Oral in afternoon.
I feel guilty sometimes. But when Arjun touches me, I forget all. My body wants him. Needs him.
Diwali brought light to my dark life. Secret light. Hot and forbidden.
Now every festival, we remember that night. And make new memories. Carefully.
Life goes on. I wear saree, smile for family. But inside, I am his.