Neha woke up early. She looked at Rahul. He was still sleeping. She got down from the bed and went to the ensuite bathroom. She brushed and washed her face. Then she returned to the bedroom. She took her towel and dried her face as she went to the dressing table. She kept the towel on the chair and stood straight before the mirror. The purple satin nightie didn’t have many wrinkles even after sleeping in it all night. She adjusted the straps, cups and parts of the dress that covered her hips and buttocks. Then she left the bedroom and went to the kitchen. She made coffee and drank it as she started cooking food. She still felt disappointed with Rahul for not showing any interest in sex and having children. She thought, ‘He should try harder if he has a low sperm count.’ She shook her head and sighed as she rolled the rolling pin on the dough, flattening it to make poori. Just then Rakesh walked into the kitchen and said, “Good morning, Bhabhi.”
“Good morning, Rakesh,” Neha said and smiled.
“Wow! You look sexy!” Rakesh said and came closer to her. He went behind her and said, “Wow! I love your bottom.”
“Stop it, Rakesh,” Neha said and laughed shyly. But suddenly she felt Rakesh’s arms slide around her waist and she stopped laughing. “Your brother is at home, Rakesh,” she reminded him.
“Don’t worry. He doesn’t come to the kitchen,” Rakesh reminded her and pressed his crotch on her soft buttocks.
‘Hmmm….’ Neha moaned, feeling his hard penis on her buttocks.
“Like it, Bhabhi?” Rakesh asked.
Neha was about to answer, but she heard Rahul saying, “Neha! Is breakfast ready?”
Rakesh quickly took his hands off Neha and stepped back.
“It’ll be ready in 10 minutes,” Neha said loudly.
“Okay!” Rahul replied.
Neha looked at Rakesh and said, “Have breakfast and go to work. We’ll catch up in the evening.”
Rakesh nodded and left the kitchen.
Neha had breakfast with Rahul and Rakesh at 8am. After they finished having breakfast, Rakesh got ready quickly and went to work. Rahul went to the bedroom and started packing his luggage. Neha went to the kitchen and washed the dishes before going to the bedroom and helping Rahul pack.
After Rahul left home at 10:15am, Neha sat down on the sofa in the living room and watched TV. Fifteen minutes later, she started doing household chores. She had lunch at 1:20 pm in the living room while watching TV. After lunch, she had a short nap. She woke up at 3:15pm feeling fresh, but she still wanted to take bath. So, she took a saree, blouse, petticoat, and clean underwear from her wardrobe and kept it on the bed. She went to the ensuite bathroom and answered nature’s call first, then she had a bath.
As she bathed, her mind wandered, and she thought about Rakesh’s hard penis pressing on her buttocks. She fantasised about having sex with him and felt excited. She played with her breasts and nipples. Then she took liquid soap in the palm of her right hand and moved her hand to her vagina. She massaged the fleshy area on top of her pubic bone, then she rubbed the outer and inner lips of her vagina. She found the little pearl-sized, swollen clit at the top of her vulva where the two inner lips met and rubbed it. Her clit became wet, and as pleasure intensified, she moaned and rubbed, applying heavy pressure on her clit until she orgasmed. She laughed, feeling sexually satisfied, temporarily. She opened the shower tap, and lukewarm water showered down on her hot body, cooling her.
After having a shower, she felt very fresh. She dried her body and hair with a towel before stepping out of the bathroom.
Neha stood before the dressing table and looked at her reflection in the mirror as she dried her hair with a hair dryer. She liked how fresh she looked after having a good nap, a satisfying clitoral orgasm, and a good shower.
Neha kept the hair dryer on the dressing table. She looked at the clothes she had kept on the bed. The beige floral lace panties and bra looked good, but she decided not to wear them. She took the shapewear petticoat and slipped her legs into it. The stretch fabric hugged close to her wide hips, shapely buttocks, and legs. She took the Lycra blouse and wore it. The beige-coloured blouse had 3/4 floral net sleeves and fit perfectly on her large breasts, holding them firmly even though she was not wearing a bra. She was happy with the fitting of the blouse and petticoat. She took the light blue saree, which had beige colour modern prints, a beige colour border, and a thin Zari border. The beige colour prints and border of the saree matched her blouse. She draped the saree perfectly around her body. The chiffon Saree hugged her curves, highlighting her voluptuous figure and the seductive curves of her plump, wide buttocks. The pleats and the pallu enhanced her feminine elegance.
It was 4:30pm. Neha was ready to meet Rakesh. She wondered how he would react when he saw her. She smiled and went to the living room. She turned the TV on and sat on the sofa, watching music videos.
Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. She got up and went to the front door. She looked through the peephole and saw Rakesh. She smiled and opened the door.
Rakesh looked at her with eyes wide open and said, “Wow! Bhabhi. You look very beautiful.”
Neha laughed and said, “Come inside and close the door.”
Rakesh quickly entered the house and closed the door. He looked at Neha, who was walking to the sofa. He quickly went after her and hugged her from behind.
“Rakesh! What are you doing?” Neha asked, surprised.
Rakesh pressed his crotch on her soft buttocks and said, “Bhabhi, you look so hot.”
“Don’t do it Rakesh. If your brother finds out, you’ll be in trouble,” Neha said.
“How will he find out? Are you going to tell him?” Rakesh asked.
“No. Are you going to tell him?” Neha asked.
“Absolutely not!” Rakesh said.
“Ok. Have a bath first. You are smelling of sweat,” Neha said.
“I can’t control myself any longer, Bhabhi,” Rakesh said, hugging her tighter and pressing his fully hardened cock on her buttocks.
“Rakesh. Take it easy. Your brother is coming only after three days. Take bath and come. We’ll talk about it,” Neha said.
Rakesh didn’t want to let her go, but what Neha had said seemed to suggest she would cooperate with him if he had a bath first. So he said, “Ok. I’ll be back quickly, Bhabhi. No more talk, only action.”
Neha laughed and sat down on the sofa. She watched music videos and enjoyed the music. After ten minutes, a video ended and the song Param Sundari started to play. It was one of her favourite songs. She immediately stood up and started to dance to the beats.
As Neha danced, Rakesh entered the living room. Neha was enjoying herself so much that she didn’t see him. He took his mobile and took pictures. Then he walked around her, recording a video on his mobile. Neha saw Rakesh and smiled at him as she danced. A few minutes later the song stopped, and Neha stopped dancing.
Rakesh sat down on the sofa and said, “Bhabhi, you are a very good dancer.”
Neha laughed and said, “I love dancing.”
A new song started to play, and it was one more of her favourite songs. So, she started dancing again. She waggled her bottom, moving her hands up and down her body.
Rakesh sat watching, his cock throbbing inside his shorts, his eyes big and round, glittering with excitement. Her slender waist twisted, and her wide hips swayed gracefully. Her round, full-breasts and her plump, peer shaped butt-cheeks bounced and shook seductively.
Neha wasn’t really a dancer. She only danced at parties with her friends and when she was at home. She had danced for Rahul, but she had never danced for Rakesh. Rakesh liked the way she danced. She had a natural sense of rhythm that was sensuous and arousing. The sway of her hips, the twist of her shoulders, and the way she thrust her firm, shapely tits and buttocks never failed to arouse men who watched her dance. It had the same effect on her brother-in-law as he watched her dance.
As Neha moved about the floor, she watched her brother-in-law. Her eyes, too, were glittering with excitement. Her tits looked swollen and ready to pop out of her blouse as they jiggled. Her nipples stood out with rubbery hardness, poking the thin Lycra blouse.
Neha’s saree just partially covered her belly and waist, and her navel was exposed. Hidden under her saree and petticoat were her pleasure holes, which were guaranteed to give pleasure to any penis that was lucky to enter. And she knew her brother-in-law wanted to enter her, to fuck her.
Dancing rhythmically to the music, her eyes gazed steadily upon her brother-in-law’s bulging cock in his pants. She faced Rakesh, her hips revolving slowly. She licked her full lips, running her hands up and down her waist and hips. She curled her fingers around her tits for a moment and squeezed gently, which made her nipples poke sharply through the blouse. Rakesh gasped softly as he stared at her breasts. He sat on the sofa with his legs wide open, making no effort to conceal his hard-on.
Neha stood before him and swayed slowly to the rhythm of the music. She smiled at him and asked in a low, whispery voice, “You really love to watch me dance, don’t you?”
Rakesh nodded and said, “Oh yeah, Bhabhi. You look very beautiful…very sexy!”
“Did I turn you on?” Neha asked, watching his bulging cock.
“Yeah! You are very hot!” Rakesh said.
Neha laughed and said, “Show it to me.”
Rakesh wasn’t sure what Neha wanted him to show. He looked at her and asked, “Do you want to see my…?”
“Yes. You pressed it on my bottom every time you hugged me. Now you can show it to me,” Neha said and laughed.
Rakesh laughed and said, “Sure, Bhabhi.” Then he lifted himself a little bit and pulled his shorts and underwear down, revealing his hard penis. He sat down and looked up at Neha.
Neha looked down at Rakesh’s hard penis, and she was pleasantly surprised. She had not expected it to be longer and thicker than his brother’s penis. She wanted to play with it and suck it, but she didn’t want to waste any time. She went closer to him.
Rakesh looked up admiring his sister-in-law’s navel, breasts, and her pretty face. He wanted to hug her, kiss her, and fuck her but she seemed to be up to something, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Neha lifted her saree and petticoat above her hips, revealing her shapely, plump, creamy thighs and cleanly shaved vulva. Rakesh wanted to grab her pussy and stick his fingers inside her vagina, but Neha kept her knees on the sofa, straddling on his cock. Without touching his prick, she shifted her hips and brushed the wet heat of his cock across her hot vulva. The contact sent a tremor through her creamy flesh. Rakesh’s prick stood up hard and tight. He cupped both her breasts and squeezed gently through her blouse.
Neha felt the head of his cock at the slit of her vagina, and she pushed downward, slowly.
“Ohhhh, yes!” she moaned as she felt the pressure against her vagina, then she felt her pussy lips parting. She lowered her crotch a little more, and the bulbous head of Rakesh’s cock penetrated her wet pussy. “Ohhhh, Rakesh!” she moaned with pleasure.
Neha held her brother-in-law’s cockhead inside her vagina. She could feel it buzz. The sensations were wild and sweet.
Rakesh was losing his patience. He wanted to fuck his cock as deep as he could into her cunt, but he didn’t want to annoy his beautiful sister-in-law.
Neha twisted her bottom, making a screwing motion. She whimpered softly and slipped down a bit more. The feel of her handsome brother-in-law’s cock throbbing inside her sensitive cunt made her tingle from head to toe. Rakesh moved his hands to her inner thighs and rubbed his palms slowly on her smooth and soft flesh.
Neha lowered herself down until every hard inch of her brother-in-law’s cock was inside her vagina. His prick felt deep inside her, and her sensitive pussy lips felt stretched. Her clitoris throbbed at the base of his cock, and she sat there shivering with pleasure while he ran his hands from her thighs to her buttocks. He squeezed her ass-cheeks and spread them apart, exposing her butt crack and anus to fresh air. She made a faint sound softly, then began to lift and lower her cunt, fucking him slowly. She pulled her hands from the back of the sofa and gripped Rakesh’s shoulders. She moved her hips up and down, letting his cock glide in and out of her wet, hot vagina.
Rakesh let go of her ass cheeks and moved his hands up to her breasts. He lifted her blouse and grabbed her breasts. He squeezed her swollen breasts as she lifted and lowered her crotch on his cock, fucking him slowly but with increasing force.
Rakesh moved forward and took her nipple between his lips. He sucked wildly, eagerly, his tongue lapping in wet swirls.
Neha moaned, “Ohhhh, Rakesh…”
Rakesh pulled as much of his Bhabhi’s breast into his mouth as he could, hungry for it. The wet pull on her tit sent a wild ripple of delight down her body, causing her vagina to suck his cock inward tightly.
Neha slipped out her breast from his mouth and rubbed both tits back and forth in his face. Rakesh shoved his tongue out, tasting first one nipple, then the other. Neha made soft moaning sounds, and her eyes unfocused with fiery passion. She lifted and lowered her crotch on his cock again and began fucking him.
Rakesh moved his hands down and behind her. He found her plump ass cheeks and grasped them, and Neha lifted and plunged her cunt down faster and harder onto his cock. She made soft, wet slapping sounds as she rammed down on his prick. Her clitoris was scraping along the hard shaft of his cock.
Rakesh spread his sister-in-law’s plump ass-cheeks apart. He rubbed his fingers on her ass crack. Then he found her anus and pushed an inch of his middle finger into her anal-hole, enhancing the boiling sensations she felt in her cunt. Neha tossed her hips up and down, thrashing on his cock. She listened to the wet sounds her cunt made with her eyes still closed as she savoured the ecstatic feeling. His cock absorbed waves of wet heat from her flexing cunt. Each time she rammed her cunt down, her pussy expanded around his cock, only to grab tightly as she lifted—sucking his cock. She pulled up until the hot lips of her cunt held only the swollen head of his prick, then she twisted her buttocks and banged down with a cry of joy.
One of Rakesh’s middle fingers was fully inside Neha’s anal-hole, but she didn’t care. She pounded frantically, grinding and fucking with passion. But when Rakesh knew he was going to come, he pulled his finger out of his sister-in-law’s anal-hole and clutched her ass, desperate to cum inside her cunt.
Neha rode his cock with her cunt swiftly. She smacked her cunt up and down faster and faster, ramming his cock into her cunt with super speed. Rakesh clutched her bouncing ass with his fingers, lifting his hips up to meet the thrust of her cunt. Neha stabbed herself in the pussy with her brother-in-law’s cock, smashing her puffy cunt lips hard at the base. She began to grind wildly.
“Ohhhh! Rakesh. It’s so good…so good,” she moaned.
Rakesh felt his Bhabhi’s cunt grow tight around his cock, then he felt her cunt close tightly and suck his prick. The spasms of her orgasm exploded throughout her body with power, making her moan loudly and repeatedly.
Rakesh couldn’t control himself anymore. His cock lurched deep inside his Bhabhi’s cunt, and then he sprayed thick, boiling cum juice inside her pussy. His cock pulsated deep inside her cunt as it squirted cum. She welcomed his sperm and hoped she would soon become pregnant. Her pussy squeezed his cock, eager to suck every drop of his semen.
Slowly, her body became still. She sat astride him, her cunt clamped to his cock, shuddering gently. She leaned forward, resting her head on top of his, gasping. She felt his hands still holding her naked ass. He was gasping as loudly as she, his body relaxing beneath her.
After a while, Neha slipped her cunt from his cock and sat down next to him to make sure his semen doesn’t drip out of her vagina. She took a tissue paper from the tissue box and wiped the fluids from her vulva.
She saw his cock limp and exhausted. “Happy?” she asked.
Rakesh looked at her and said, “Very happy.”
“Are you going to stop flirting with me and stop touching me?” Neha asked and laughed.
“Never! This is just the start. I’m going to have sex with you every day!” Rakesh declared.
Neha laughed and asked, “Every day?”
“Yes Bhabhi. Every day and maybe a few nights,” Rakesh said and chuckled.
Neha touched his hand and smiled affectionately. She didn’t mind having sex with him every day and every night. She hoped she would become a mom soon. She moved closer to him, and they kissed.