My name’s Rajeev, and back when this happened, I was 18, now 40. I’m fair-skinned, 5’11”, lean but strong, with a hint of stubble that made me a hit with the girls. I had a knack for charming them, always knowing the right words to make hearts race. My older brother, Ramesh, was 28, dark-skinned, average height, and worked as a clerk in a dusty office. His new wife, my bhabhi Radha, was 24, a total knockout—fair, smooth skin, 34-28-30 figure, long black hair swaying down to her waist, big doe eyes, and pink lips that curved into a teasing smile. Our mom, 50, was a strict, temple-going woman. My other brother and his wife, with their two kids, lived upstairs in our two-story village house, a solid but old place where silence blanketed the nights.
This all went down about 20-22 days after Ramesh’s wedding. Radha walked into our home, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The way she moved in her saree, her curves popping, that sly smile—it kept me up at night. My room was right next to theirs, and when they fucked at night, I could hear everything: Radha’s moans, Ramesh’s heavy breathing. I’d press my ear to the wall, my cock throbbing as I imagined her writhing under him. Her voice had this pull, like she was enjoying it but craving more. Ramesh was plain; I wondered if he could really satisfy a stunner like her.
Radha took over the household chores. I’d go to school in the morning, then to Ramesh’s office in the afternoon. But ever since she arrived, my eyes followed her everywhere. She’d be in the kitchen, her saree hugging her ass, her tits bouncing slightly as she moved. I started joking around with her, throwing in dirty one-liners to test the waters. She’d laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and I got the feeling she liked the attention. I was hooked, dreaming about her pussy every night.
One day, I ditched school early and called Ramesh, faking a stomachache to come home. I got back around 1 p.m. Mom was napping in the outer room, and Radha was in her bedroom. My footsteps woke Mom, but Radha stayed asleep. I ate lunch, told Mom I was going to rest, and headed to my room. Sleep was the last thing on my mind—Radha was all I could think about.
By 3 p.m., I was up, and Radha was in the kitchen making tea, her blue saree clinging to her curves. I said, “Bhabhi, you okay? I’m feeling off.” She smirked, “Just a stomachache, huh?” That teasing tone got me hard. Mom left for the temple at 3:30, her daily ritual, and wouldn’t be back until 6:30 or 7 after picking up milk. My other bhabhi was upstairs, busy with her kids, rarely coming down. It was just me and Radha in the house.
I suggested, “Let’s watch a movie, Bhabhi.” She shook her head, “Not in the mood.” I pushed, “How about a card game?” She grinned and agreed. We sat in the drawing room, sunlight streaming through the window, her fair skin glowing. As we played, I teased, “Look, Bhabhi, my jack’s on your queen—I’m all over you!” She burst out laughing, “Rajeev, you’re such a naughty boy!” That laugh sent a jolt through me. I leaned in and kissed her cheek. She gasped, “What are you doing?” I grinned, “Just a brother-in-law’s right. I’m your slave, Bhabhi.” She laughed harder, and I knew I had a shot.
“It’s hot here,” I said. “Let’s play in your room—the AC’s on.” She nodded, and we moved to her bedroom. The air was laced with her perfume, driving me wild. I asked, “What’s that scent?” She said, “Your brother uses it more.” I teased, “Show me.” I opened her wardrobe, spotting her red nightie, black bra, and panties. I picked up the bra, “This is sexy as hell, Bhabhi. Try it on for me.” She giggled, “Oh, you’re too much!” But her eyes had that spark.
I didn’t hold back. I pulled her into my arms, pressing my lips to hers. She pushed back, whispering, “Rajeev, this isn’t right.” But I kissed her harder, sucking on her soft lips. Her breathing quickened, her resistance fading. She was getting hot, her eyes half-closed. I eased her onto the bed. She murmured, “Rajeev, just this much. No more.” I said, “Just some love, Bhabhi. Nothing bad.” She went quiet.
I kissed her deeply, and she started kissing back, her tongue meeting mine. My 8-inch cock was rock-hard, straining against my pants. I climbed on top of her, my bulge rubbing against her thighs. She let out a soft moan. I slid her saree up, revealing her smooth, creamy legs. I yanked off my pants and underwear, my cock springing free. It grazed her pussy through her panties, and she gasped. I kissed her thighs, her skin like silk under my lips. She started squeezing her tits, moaning, “Rajeev, I can’t take it. Do something to my pussy!”
I pulled her panties down, her pussy glistening with wetness. I rubbed my cock against her slit, teasing her. She whimpered, “Fuck me, Rajeev!” I unbuttoned her blouse, tossed my shirt, and unhooked her bra. Her pink nipples were perfect, like nothing I’d seen even in porn. I sucked them hard, making her squirm. She groaned, “I’m going crazy. Put your cock in my pussy!” I positioned my tip at her entrance and pushed in slowly. She screamed, “Fuck, it’s so thick!” Her juices made it slide deeper. I gave a hard thrust, burying 5 inches inside her. I kissed her to muffle her cries.
She was trembling, half-scared of my size, but I wasn’t stopping. I pounded her, my full cock stretching her tight pussy. She moaned, “Rajeev, slow down… but don’t stop!” I fucked her for 15 minutes, her pussy clenching as she came twice, her juices soaking the sheets. She panted, “I want to suck your cock.” She stripped off her saree and petticoat, and we were both naked. Her body was unreal—smooth curves, perky tits, and a dripping pussy like a goddess.
She pushed me onto the bed and took my cock in her mouth, licking and sucking like she was starving for it. She said, “If I knew your cock was this good, I’d have fucked you the day after the wedding.” I grabbed her tits, fingering her pussy as she sucked me. She swallowed my load, still sucking until I was hard again. I kissed her from her neck to her thighs, her skin soft as velvet. I licked her pussy, making her moan louder, “Rajeev, fuck my pussy now!”
I slammed my cock into her, and she screamed. After a minute, she started thrusting her hips, matching my rhythm. We fucked for 25 minutes, her moans filling the room. When I was about to cum, I warned her. She gasped, “Do it inside!” My hot load filled her pussy, and she shivered with pleasure. We heard Mom’s footsteps approaching. We scrambled into our clothes. That wasn’t the last time—we hooked up plenty more, but that’s a story for another day.