Hi readers, I am a guy from Mumbai. I am a frequent reader of erotic stories on this website. After reading very good stories, I decided to share my experience.
I am Bhavik, a computer engineer by profession. I have my own business. I am 26 years old, and I am single. I live in a house that is shared by our joint family. Growing up, I had a good relationship with all my cousins, but I was closer with Neeraj Bhaiya. He is like a brother from another mother. He is two years older than me, and he is also a computer professional. He works for a big MNC. He got married three years ago and moved out for personal reasons. Our families didn’t mind because they understood young couples nowadays prefer to live independently.
Neeraj Bhaiya and his wife are a good match. Bhabhi’s name is Ishika. She is good-looking and respectful with everyone. I maintained a good relationship with them. I visited them frequently, and sometimes, I went out with them to restaurants, movies, parks, and even grocery shopping.
One year after Bhaiya and Bhabhi started living independently, Bhaiya got an opportunity from his office to visit the UK for one month. He asked me to stay in his house for her safety. I understood his concern and agreed to stay in his house.
It was summer in Mumbai when Bhaiya went abroad. Bhabhi began to miss him. So, I tried to give her company to ensure she doesn’t miss him too much. It seemed to help her, but it didn’t help me because the more time I spent with her, the more I found myself getting attracted to her. I talked with her when she cooked, when she cleaned the house, when she washed clothes, and even when we watched TV. We mostly avoided going out to escape the summer heat, but occasionally we went to restaurants, shops, and movies. The more time we spent together, we sometimes touched each other unintentionally. Every time we touched, I got goose bumps. The invisible wall between us seemed to collapse without Bhaiya’s presence in the house.
We enjoyed each other’s company, but it was getting more and more difficult to live with her. I started dreaming of her pretty face, big boobs, and curvy butt. One night, I dreamt of her plump butt covered in a red sari, swaying above my face until I ejaculated in my sleep.
The next morning, I struggled to keep my eyes off her body. I tried to act normal and managed until that afternoon. Then after having lunch I went to my bedroom. The hot weather didn’t help my horny mood. I put on the fan on high speed, removed my shirt, sat at the study table, and began watching porn on my laptop. When I had a full erection, I pulled my shorts down, sat on the chair, and began jerking off.
Suddenly, I heard Bhabhi’s voice, “Having fun?” She asked.
I panicked and looked over my shoulder. I saw her from the corner of my eyes and stood up. I pulled up my shorts and turned around. I heard her giggling, but she had left the room.
Damn! Why the fuck did I forget to close the door? I thought to myself. I couldn’t figure out if she had quietly sneaked in or if the sound of the fan had subdued the sound of her footsteps. Either way, I had lost my mood to finish jerking off. I was ashamed to show my face to her again. I closed the door and lay on the bed regretting what had happened.
Before I could recover from the guilt and shame, I heard a knock on the door. Surprised, I rushed to the door and opened it. It was Bhabhi. “The fan in my room is useless. It is very slow,” she said. “Can I have a short nap in your room?” she asked.
“Sure, Bhabhi,” I said. “I’ll watch TV in the hall. You can sleep here.”
“You can stay here. You do whatever you want to do. I just want to rest,” she said, giving me a teasing smile.
I understood what she meant. Embarrassed, I said, “Sorry, Bhabhi.”
She smiled, entering the room. She went to the bed and turned around. She looked at me and said, “Watching pornography is not good. Your brother told me he used to watch a lot of porn when he was not married. He lost interest after getting married. Nowadays he only sleeps with me, and he doesn’t watch porn.”
“I’ll stop watching porn,” I said.
“Okay,” she said. “Come lie down with me and rest for a while. You’ll also lose interest in porn like your brother.”
What? I thought, wondering if she was serious. My heart began to beat fast with excitement. I saw her climb up the bed. She looked hot as usual, dressed in a saree.
“Come, lie down,” she said, laying on her back with a smile on her face.
I slowly went to the bed, hoping she wasn’t trying to prank me. I sat on the side of the bed, lifted my legs, and placed them on top. I lay on my back and expected her to say something, but she was quiet. So, I turned and looked at her. Her eyes were closed. I didn’t know what to do, so I just admired her. Her face looked very pretty from close. Her breasts were large despite being covered by her saree and blouse. Her belly was covered by her saree. Though she was fully covered, lying next to her was an amazing feeling.
A few minutes later, I realized Bhabhi was fast asleep. I touched the part of her sari that was covering her breasts and slowly pulled it down till I could see her cleavage. She didn’t look disturbed, so I bent over and kissed the exposed part of her chest and breasts.
“Mmmm…” I heard moaning sounds and looked at Bhabhi’s face. She smiled and nodded.
I understood her and rubbed my face on her bosom before moving up and kissing her lips. She responded, so I sucked her lips, parted them with my tongue, and slid my tongue inside her mouth. I explored her mouth with my tongue, and her tongue reciprocated with gentle licks.
As we kissed, I squeezed her breasts and whispered into her mouth. “Bhabhi, I love you…”
She moved her head to the side and broke the kiss. She looked into my eyes and asked, “Do you really love me?”
“Yes, Bhabhi, I love you,” I confessed.
“Your Bhaiya will be angry if he finds out,” she said.
“I won’t tell him,” I said, squeezing her breasts.
“Good,” she said and sat up. She unhooked the hooks of her blouse and removed it. Then she removed her bra and lay back on the bed again.
Her big breasts looked beautiful. I grabbed them and squeezed, then I sucked her swollen nipples. I sucked each of her nipples while I lifted her clothes and rubbed her inner thighs. Then I put my hand inside her undies and rubbed her pussy lips. It had become wet with her juice.
“Your Bhaiya will be very angry if you make me pregnant,” she said with a smile.
“I won’t tell him, Bhabhi.” I assured her.
“Good,” she said and sat up. “It’s so warm. I’ll remove the saree first.” She got down from the bed.
I watched her remove her saree, petticoat, and undies. I was mind-blown when she was fully naked. Though she was a bit large, her breasts and hips were balanced, and her waist was well defined. And when she turned around, her large, round buttocks took my breath away. But as she walked away and left the room, I hoped she hadn’t changed her mind.
She returned after a few minutes holding a bowl. She saw me and asked, “Why are you still wearing your shorts?”
“Sorry, Bhabhi.” I apologized and got down from the bed. I quickly removed my shorts and undies.
“Lie down,” Bhabhi said.
I lay back on the bed. She climbed the bed holding a bowl. She knelt between my legs. She took something from the bowl with a spoon. When I saw the white color, I realized it was vanilla ice cream. She put the ice cream on my penis. The cold ice cream made me shiver, despite the warmth in the room. She bent over and licked the ice cream from my cock. Aaaaaah bahabhi…o oooooooo… Mmmmmmmm. I moaned as she quickly transported me to the cloud 9. She licked ice cream and precum from my cock.
After ten minutes she continued sucking, showing no signs of stopping. I loved what she was doing, but I wanted to use the opportunity to taste her. So I sat up and took the bowl from her. I asked her to lie down on the bed. When she lay down on her back, I put drops of ice cream on her nipples and sucked her nipples. I put ice cream on her belly and on her navel, and licked it. Then I spread her legs apart and admired her pussy lips. I took a spoonful of ice cream and fed her pussy. Then I dug my face between her soft inner thighs and ate ice cream from her pussy. Her juice and ice cream had a unique flavor that beat all the ice cream flavors that I had ever tasted.
Bhabhi moaned. “Mmmaaaahhhh, ahahhhahha, fuck me…ahhhh ooo…mmmmmahhhhh.”
Hearing Bhabhi’s desperate cry, I moved on top of her and slid my penis into her pussy. The grip of her pussy around my cock was very comforting. I pushed fully inside her and loved it. I quickly lost control and began fucking her hard and fast.
After a few minutes of mind-blowing fucking, I ejaculated in her pussy.
That was the first time I had sexual intercourse with Bhabhi. After that experience, we had sex four to five times every day for one month until Bhaiya returned.
One week later, Bhaiya informed our family that Bhabhi was pregnant. Everybody was happy Bhabhi was finally pregnant after one year. Bhaiya had proved to all the doubters that he is a real man. We were all proud of him.
I took care of Bhabhi when she was pregnant and made sure she was happy. She delivered a healthy baby girl. But Bhaiya’s parents wanted a boy child. So Bhaiya tried again. I also helped Bhabhi and she conceived. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Everyone in our family is proud of Bhaiya, Bhabhi and their children. Bhaiya is happy with the children and I am happy with Bhabhi. That’s all that matters.