My name is Rohan. I am 24 years old and live in Pune. I work in a private company as a software engineer. My elder brother Amit is 32 and has been married to Priya bhabhi for the last four years. They live in a 2BHK flat in Kothrud. I usually stay in a PG near my office, but last month I had to shift temporarily because my PG was under renovation for two weeks.
Bhabhi herself suggested that I stay at their place. “Rohan, ghar toh bada hai. Tu freely reh. Amit bhi busy rehta hai office mein,” she said on the phone. I agreed. I had met Priya bhabhi many times before, but staying under the same roof was different.
Priya bhabhi is 29. Medium height, dusky fair skin, long black hair that she usually ties in a loose bun. Her body is soft and full. She has heavy breasts that look even bigger in the simple cotton nighties she wears at home. Her waist is slim and her hips are round and heavy. When she walks, everything moves. She has a soft voice and a habit of smiling with her eyes half-closed. That smile used to make me uncomfortable for years.
The first three days were normal. Amit left early for office. I left a little later. Bhabhi stayed home. She cooked, cleaned, watched TV. In the evenings we all had dinner together. Nothing special happened. But I started noticing small things. The way her nightie clung to her breasts when she bent to pick something. The soft smell of her body after a bath. The way she sat on the sofa with one leg folded under her, nightie riding up a little on her thigh.
On the fourth night it rained heavily. Amit called around 8 pm. “Rohan, main aaj nahi aa paunga. Client meeting chal rahi hai aur flight miss ho gayi. Kal subah aaunga.” Bhabhi spoke to him for a few minutes and then kept the phone down.
We had dinner quietly. After washing the utensils she came and sat on the sofa. I was on the single seater, scrolling on my phone. The rain was loud against the windows.
Bhabhi said, “Rohan, boring lag raha hai. Kuch baat karte hain.”
I looked up. She was wearing a light pink cotton nightie. No bra. I could see the outline of her nipples clearly. Her hair was open and slightly damp.
“Kya baat karein bhabhi?” I asked, trying to keep my voice normal.
She smiled. “Tu itna quiet rehta hai ghar mein. College ke time pe toh baatein karta tha.”
We started talking about old times, about Amit, about her village. Slowly the conversation became lighter. She asked if I had a girlfriend. I said no. She laughed softly.
“Aisa kaise possible hai? Itna handsome ladka.”
The word “handsome” from her mouth felt strange. I felt heat rising in my stomach. She stood up to get water. When she returned she sat closer, on the same sofa. Her thigh was almost touching mine.
The power went off for a few minutes. Only the light from my phone screen was there. In that dim light I could see her face clearly. She was looking at me.
“Rohan,” she said quietly, “mujhe kabhi kabhi ajeeb lagta hai.”
“Kya bhabhi?”
“Yeh ghar. Yeh shaadi. Amit bahut accha hai, lekin… kabhi kabhi lagta hai ki kuch missing hai.”
I did not know what to say. My heart was beating fast. She placed her hand on my knee. Soft, warm hand.
“Tu mujhe samajhta hai na?” she whispered.
I turned towards her. Our faces were close. I could smell the mild perfume she used and the natural scent of her skin. I do not know who moved first. My lips touched hers. Soft at first. Then she opened her mouth and the kiss became deeper. Her tongue met mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with wide eyes. “Rohan… yeh galat hai.”
“Main jaanta hoon bhabhi,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi sakta.”
She did not push me away. Instead she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The nightie rode up completely. I felt the warmth of her bare thighs on mine. She was not wearing panties. My hands went under the nightie and cupped her soft ass. She moaned into my mouth.
I pulled the nightie over her head and threw it aside. Her naked body was in front of me. Full, heavy breasts with dark nipples already hard. Soft stomach. Smooth pussy with a neat strip of hair. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head. I sucked hard, then switched to the other breast. My hand slid between her legs. She was already wet. Very wet. My fingers slipped easily inside her.
“Ahh… Rohan… dheere,” she whispered, but her hips were moving against my hand.
I stood up with her still in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed. She watched me as I removed my clothes. When my cock sprang free, hard and thick, her eyes widened a little.
“Itna bada…” she said softly.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs. I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet slit. Then I pushed in slowly. She was tight. Even after four years of marriage she felt tight around me. I went deeper inch by inch until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back.
“Fuck… bhabhi, tu kitni tight hai,” I groaned.
I started moving. Slow at first, then faster. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room along with the rain outside. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them again while fucking her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper.
After some time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours willingly. I entered her from behind in one smooth thrust. She cried out. I held her hips and started pounding harder. The sight of her round ass jiggling, the way her pussy gripped my cock, everything drove me crazy. I reached under and played with her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking, pussy clenching around me.
I did not stop. I kept fucking her through her orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around, and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it willingly, sucking and licking the wetness of her own pussy off my shaft. I held her hair and fucked her mouth gently. She gagged a little but did not stop.
I pulled out again and made her lie on her back. I entered her once more. This time I fucked her deep and slow, looking into her eyes. She kept saying my name. When I came I pushed deep and filled her. Thick ropes of cum shot inside her. She held me tightly until I finished.
We lay side by side, breathing hard. After a few minutes she got up, went to the bathroom, and came back wearing only a towel. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Rohan… yeh sirf aaj ki baat thi. Kal se normal.”
I pulled her down and kissed her again. “Bhabhi, main ab normal nahi reh sakta.”
She did not reply. Instead she dropped the towel and climbed on top of me. My cock was already half hard again. She stroked it until it was fully hard, then slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I held them and sucked the nipples while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock was loud. She came again, grinding hard on me. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her a second time.
That night we did not sleep much. Around 2 am she woke me up by sucking my cock. Soft, slow, deep. When I was hard she climbed on top again, this time facing away from me in reverse cowgirl. I watched her ass bounce as she rode. I slapped it lightly. She moaned louder. I came inside her again.
In the morning she was in the kitchen making tea when I came out. She was wearing a simple salwar kameez. When she saw me she looked away for a second, then smiled shyly.
“Amit 10 baje tak aa jayega,” she said.
I went behind her, pressed my body against her back, and put my hands on her breasts over the cloth. She leaned back into me for a moment, then gently pushed me away.
“Rohan, bas. Ab nahi.”
But her voice was not firm.
Amit came home. Everything looked normal. We had lunch together. In the evening when Amit was in the other room watching TV, bhabhi came to my room to give me a towel. She closed the door behind her, locked it, and without a word pulled her salwar down. She was not wearing panties again. She bent over the study table. I pushed my cock into her from behind and fucked her quickly and quietly while Amit sat in the next room. She bit her hand to stop from moaning. I came deep inside her again.
That became our routine for the remaining days I stayed there. Morning quickies in the bathroom while Amit was in the shower. Afternoon sessions when he was at office. Night sessions after he slept. She started initiating more. One afternoon she made me sit on the sofa and gave me a long, slow blowjob while looking into my eyes. She took me deep, gagged, pulled back, and did it again until I flooded her mouth. She swallowed everything.
On the last night before I was supposed to leave, she came to my room after Amit was asleep. She was completely naked. She climbed on the bed, spread her legs, and said, “Aaj jo dil kare woh kar.”
I spent the next two hours exploring every part of her body. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue. I fucked her in missionary, doggy, spooning, and finally with her legs on my shoulders, deep and hard. When I came the last time I stayed inside her, holding her tightly.
In the morning she packed my bag herself. At the door she hugged me longer than usual. “Kabhi kabhi aa jaya kar,” she whispered in my ear.
I left. But I knew this was not the end. Two weeks later Amit went on an official trip for five days. The same night bhabhi called me.
“Rohan… ghar khali hai.”
I reached within an hour. The moment the door closed she pulled me inside and we did not even reach the bedroom. I fucked her against the wall in the living room, then on the dining table, then finally on the bed until both of us were exhausted.
That is how it started. And that is how it continues even now. Whenever Amit is out of town, or late at office, or whenever we get a chance, Priya bhabhi and I find a way. Sometimes she comes to my new flat. Sometimes I go there. The risk makes it hotter. The way she looks at me when we are in the same room with Amit still present makes my cock hard instantly.
I never thought my own bhabhi would become the woman I fuck the most. But she did. And every time I push inside her wet, tight pussy and hear her moan my name, I know neither of us wants this to stop.
Bhabhi herself suggested that I stay at their place. “Rohan, ghar toh bada hai. Tu freely reh. Amit bhi busy rehta hai office mein,” she said on the phone. I agreed. I had met Priya bhabhi many times before, but staying under the same roof was different.
Priya bhabhi is 29. Medium height, dusky fair skin, long black hair that she usually ties in a loose bun. Her body is soft and full. She has heavy breasts that look even bigger in the simple cotton nighties she wears at home. Her waist is slim and her hips are round and heavy. When she walks, everything moves. She has a soft voice and a habit of smiling with her eyes half-closed. That smile used to make me uncomfortable for years.
The first three days were normal. Amit left early for office. I left a little later. Bhabhi stayed home. She cooked, cleaned, watched TV. In the evenings we all had dinner together. Nothing special happened. But I started noticing small things. The way her nightie clung to her breasts when she bent to pick something. The soft smell of her body after a bath. The way she sat on the sofa with one leg folded under her, nightie riding up a little on her thigh.
On the fourth night it rained heavily. Amit called around 8 pm. “Rohan, main aaj nahi aa paunga. Client meeting chal rahi hai aur flight miss ho gayi. Kal subah aaunga.” Bhabhi spoke to him for a few minutes and then kept the phone down.
We had dinner quietly. After washing the utensils she came and sat on the sofa. I was on the single seater, scrolling on my phone. The rain was loud against the windows.
Bhabhi said, “Rohan, boring lag raha hai. Kuch baat karte hain.”
I looked up. She was wearing a light pink cotton nightie. No bra. I could see the outline of her nipples clearly. Her hair was open and slightly damp.
“Kya baat karein bhabhi?” I asked, trying to keep my voice normal.
She smiled. “Tu itna quiet rehta hai ghar mein. College ke time pe toh baatein karta tha.”
We started talking about old times, about Amit, about her village. Slowly the conversation became lighter. She asked if I had a girlfriend. I said no. She laughed softly.
“Aisa kaise possible hai? Itna handsome ladka.”
The word “handsome” from her mouth felt strange. I felt heat rising in my stomach. She stood up to get water. When she returned she sat closer, on the same sofa. Her thigh was almost touching mine.
The power went off for a few minutes. Only the light from my phone screen was there. In that dim light I could see her face clearly. She was looking at me.
“Rohan,” she said quietly, “mujhe kabhi kabhi ajeeb lagta hai.”
“Kya bhabhi?”
“Yeh ghar. Yeh shaadi. Amit bahut accha hai, lekin… kabhi kabhi lagta hai ki kuch missing hai.”
I did not know what to say. My heart was beating fast. She placed her hand on my knee. Soft, warm hand.
“Tu mujhe samajhta hai na?” she whispered.
I turned towards her. Our faces were close. I could smell the mild perfume she used and the natural scent of her skin. I do not know who moved first. My lips touched hers. Soft at first. Then she opened her mouth and the kiss became deeper. Her tongue met mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with wide eyes. “Rohan… yeh galat hai.”
“Main jaanta hoon bhabhi,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi sakta.”
She did not push me away. Instead she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The nightie rode up completely. I felt the warmth of her bare thighs on mine. She was not wearing panties. My hands went under the nightie and cupped her soft ass. She moaned into my mouth.
I pulled the nightie over her head and threw it aside. Her naked body was in front of me. Full, heavy breasts with dark nipples already hard. Soft stomach. Smooth pussy with a neat strip of hair. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head. I sucked hard, then switched to the other breast. My hand slid between her legs. She was already wet. Very wet. My fingers slipped easily inside her.
“Ahh… Rohan… dheere,” she whispered, but her hips were moving against my hand.
I stood up with her still in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed. She watched me as I removed my clothes. When my cock sprang free, hard and thick, her eyes widened a little.
“Itna bada…” she said softly.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs. I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet slit. Then I pushed in slowly. She was tight. Even after four years of marriage she felt tight around me. I went deeper inch by inch until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back.
“Fuck… bhabhi, tu kitni tight hai,” I groaned.
I started moving. Slow at first, then faster. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room along with the rain outside. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them again while fucking her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper.
After some time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours willingly. I entered her from behind in one smooth thrust. She cried out. I held her hips and started pounding harder. The sight of her round ass jiggling, the way her pussy gripped my cock, everything drove me crazy. I reached under and played with her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking, pussy clenching around me.
I did not stop. I kept fucking her through her orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around, and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it willingly, sucking and licking the wetness of her own pussy off my shaft. I held her hair and fucked her mouth gently. She gagged a little but did not stop.
I pulled out again and made her lie on her back. I entered her once more. This time I fucked her deep and slow, looking into her eyes. She kept saying my name. When I came I pushed deep and filled her. Thick ropes of cum shot inside her. She held me tightly until I finished.
We lay side by side, breathing hard. After a few minutes she got up, went to the bathroom, and came back wearing only a towel. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Rohan… yeh sirf aaj ki baat thi. Kal se normal.”
I pulled her down and kissed her again. “Bhabhi, main ab normal nahi reh sakta.”
She did not reply. Instead she dropped the towel and climbed on top of me. My cock was already half hard again. She stroked it until it was fully hard, then slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I held them and sucked the nipples while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock was loud. She came again, grinding hard on me. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her a second time.
That night we did not sleep much. Around 2 am she woke me up by sucking my cock. Soft, slow, deep. When I was hard she climbed on top again, this time facing away from me in reverse cowgirl. I watched her ass bounce as she rode. I slapped it lightly. She moaned louder. I came inside her again.
In the morning she was in the kitchen making tea when I came out. She was wearing a simple salwar kameez. When she saw me she looked away for a second, then smiled shyly.
“Amit 10 baje tak aa jayega,” she said.
I went behind her, pressed my body against her back, and put my hands on her breasts over the cloth. She leaned back into me for a moment, then gently pushed me away.
“Rohan, bas. Ab nahi.”
But her voice was not firm.
Amit came home. Everything looked normal. We had lunch together. In the evening when Amit was in the other room watching TV, bhabhi came to my room to give me a towel. She closed the door behind her, locked it, and without a word pulled her salwar down. She was not wearing panties again. She bent over the study table. I pushed my cock into her from behind and fucked her quickly and quietly while Amit sat in the next room. She bit her hand to stop from moaning. I came deep inside her again.
That became our routine for the remaining days I stayed there. Morning quickies in the bathroom while Amit was in the shower. Afternoon sessions when he was at office. Night sessions after he slept. She started initiating more. One afternoon she made me sit on the sofa and gave me a long, slow blowjob while looking into my eyes. She took me deep, gagged, pulled back, and did it again until I flooded her mouth. She swallowed everything.
On the last night before I was supposed to leave, she came to my room after Amit was asleep. She was completely naked. She climbed on the bed, spread her legs, and said, “Aaj jo dil kare woh kar.”
I spent the next two hours exploring every part of her body. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue. I fucked her in missionary, doggy, spooning, and finally with her legs on my shoulders, deep and hard. When I came the last time I stayed inside her, holding her tightly.
In the morning she packed my bag herself. At the door she hugged me longer than usual. “Kabhi kabhi aa jaya kar,” she whispered in my ear.
I left. But I knew this was not the end. Two weeks later Amit went on an official trip for five days. The same night bhabhi called me.
“Rohan… ghar khali hai.”
I reached within an hour. The moment the door closed she pulled me inside and we did not even reach the bedroom. I fucked her against the wall in the living room, then on the dining table, then finally on the bed until both of us were exhausted.
That is how it started. And that is how it continues even now. Whenever Amit is out of town, or late at office, or whenever we get a chance, Priya bhabhi and I find a way. Sometimes she comes to my new flat. Sometimes I go there. The risk makes it hotter. The way she looks at me when we are in the same room with Amit still present makes my cock hard instantly.
I never thought my own bhabhi would become the woman I fuck the most. But she did. And every time I push inside her wet, tight pussy and hear her moan my name, I know neither of us wants this to stop.