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I fucked my horny bhabhi

I really don’t remember exact date when it all started. But one thing for sure, when it all started, I was bigger than kid and student of class 10th but with little knowledge about sex, fling, romance and incest. Bhabhi used to cuddle me, tease me, kiss me on my cheeks sometimes. But I was Just like Mahatma and never felt anything evil. I have only one siblings and I am the youngest and unmarried. My brother got married way back in the summer of 2007 to princess like lassie being one of the luckiest guy in this world. If you see her you will observe that her hair is curly and a rich shade of raven-black. It flows in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, are bright, emerald-green and seem to brighten the world. A straight nose, full lips – she seems the picture of perfection.

Has she smiled, the world will sigh with contentment. Has she laughed, the world will laugh with her. And has she wept, the whole world will want to comfort her. My brother is employed in Adecco private Ltd, a private construction company of Dubai since July 2008. His earning is too low to carry her wife along with. So, he just lives there merely with the pleasant memory and visit once in two and half year for a month to jumble up. By the way my Bhabhi turned 23 as on September 2012, three months younger to her husband and 3 years elder to me. We are currently two persons in the house who take care of each other. Way back in the winter of 2009, while preparing for forthcoming board examination of class 12th scheduled in the month of March of 2010, I saw first Blue Film of my life with friends and acquired some knowledge about the girls’ behavior about sex and started masturbating thrice a day.

I purchased and watched a lot of XX and XXX rated movies on DVDs within a week. After watching these all, I got to know the word “SEDUCTION” and it’s meaning with proper act of sense. By the time, I linked it to Bhabhi in a sense; it was January of 2012 (since she had gradually decreased all those caressing and teasing) I got confused if Bhabhi had been trying to seduce me. That was the question of billion rupees. But I put it on hold for few months as my IPCC exam was nearing. But even during these days, it was very hard to control and concentrate on studies as Bhabhi unlikely sometimes wet-kiss me, which was more than enough to arouse me, as I was no more Mahatma. But still there was confusion between my perception and her intention. Just because of misconception, I didn’t want to risk the relationship of ‘Devar and Bhabhi’.

So, it was needed a well prepared plan to work on to discern ‘behind the scene’. Two months after final paper of IPCC, it was 10 o’ clock in the morning of August 15th ; I cogitated on my plan and decided if Bhabhi would be really trying to seduce me, I would be fucking her to the ultimate pleasure. Before leaving the room for breakfast, as per plan I switched on the computer, prepared a playlist, consist of songs from romantic to dirty, left it paused. After that I put on sweat pant with nothing inside and a vest on the upper side of my body. After having my breakfast, though I hadn’t yet seen Bhabhi that day, I planted my haunches on sofa in the drawing room to observe her gait. To my surprise, she didn’t come out of her room even after 12. I went to check if she was fine. Entering into the room, I inquired, “Bhabhi aap sahi to hain na?” (Bhabhi, are you fine, doesn’t you?) She didn’t reply so I went in and found that she was in deep slumber lying on her back in Indian Suit (white with some design on it).

Her half bare breast from upper side of kameez was visible and was looking so tender and sweet that I wanted to suck it. The red dim light of night bulb was adding beauty to her glowing face, just wanted to have a hard smooch. I don’t know why but leaving these entire things on a happy note, I moved toward drawing room to order lunch from restaurant. It was 1345 hours when door bell rang. It was enough to break her deep slumber. It was delivery man from the restaurant. I received the lunch and he left. Bhabhi came out from her room and sat on the adjoining sofa next to me. (Most probably just because of my changed intention), she was looking very mesmerizing; hot and sexy. Her boobs were as milky as water-lemon, curve of her body was looking just as clear as drawn with highlighter. Her ass was so nice and attractive that everybody would like to sink at least once. I said, “Bhabhi, Aaj to aap aag laga degi?” (Bhabhi, you are looking very hot today) Bhabhi replied, “Kya fayda ji?” pouring water from water bottle into the glass, she further added, “ koi puchhane wala to hai nahi.” (So, for what use? No one is here to care about.”) Taking a chance, I asked curiously, “Matlab?” (Meaning).

She replied with naughty smile, “Aap ke bhai Saab Na hi yaha hai aur na hi mujhe apne sath le gaye, Aur aapko to koi fark padta nahi hai.” (Your brother is not here and neither did he take me with himself; I am not too hot to lure you) I tempted her to be bolder “Bhai agar yaha hote to kya karr lete?” (if bro would be here, what he could have done??”) She said, “agar vo yaha hote to meri Zawani mein jung na lag rahi hoti?” (“If he would have been here, my sexual life would not have been barren”) I naively asked, “Aapki jawani ko jung lagi kaha hai?” (Where) Bhabhi with lust in her eyes said, Dikha ke kya karungi, jung chhudayenge to aapke bhaiya hi na!” (What is the use of telling all these, my sexual desire will be fulfilled only by your brother) I said “Jawani ki jung chhudane ke liye bhaiya ki kya jarurat hai?” (It’s not only Bhaiya who can satisfy your sexual desire.”), chewing right side of her lower lips, Bhabhi said’ “to kaun chhudayega?” (Then who will do it?) With a little bit pause I said, “Chodiye bhabhi ye sab, Aaiye sath me Dance karte hai” (leave it, let’s dance together). Since I was feeling a little bit shy being totally straight forward and most probably she had guessed my intention. But she agreed. Keeping all those food in the refrigerator, I took her toward my room and played the playlist. I kept my right hand on her waist.

(TBC)….


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