Rahul had just turned twenty-two when he moved back into the family house in Delhi after college. His bhabhi, Meera, was twenty-eight, married to his older brother who was always away on business trips. She was curvy, with full breasts that strained against her tight salwar kameez and hips that swayed when she walked around the house. Rahul tried to ignore it at first, but every time she bent over to pick something up, he caught a glimpse of her deep cleavage or the outline of her ass.
One humid afternoon the power went out. Meera was in the kitchen, sweating in a thin cotton blouse that clung to her skin. Rahul walked in and saw her wiping her forehead, nipples poking hard through the fabric. "It's so fucking hot," she muttered in Hindi, switching to English. "Your brother never fixes anything."
Rahul stepped closer. "I can help with that." His voice was low and rough.
He reached out and brushed sweat from her neck, fingers lingering. Meera didn't pull away. Instead she looked at him with dark eyes and said, "Don't start something you can't finish, Rahul."
He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. His cock was already hard, pressing into her belly. "I've been thinking about this for months, bhabhi. Your body drives me crazy." Meera moaned softly and reached down to squeeze his bulge through his shorts. "Then show me. Fuck me like your brother never does."
They didn't make it to the bedroom. Rahul yanked her blouse open, buttons popping, and sucked on her heavy tits right there against the counter. Her nipples were dark and stiff; he bit one and she gasped, grinding her hips on his thigh. Meera pulled his shorts down and wrapped her hand around his thick cock, stroking fast. "God, it's bigger than his. I want it inside me now."
Rahul spun her around, lifted her skirt, and ripped her panties aside. Her pussy was wet and shaved, lips puffy and dripping. He slammed into her from behind in one thrust, burying his cock deep. Meera cried out in Hindi, "Aur zor se! Fuck your bhabhi hard!" He pounded her against the counter, balls slapping her ass, one hand reaching around to rub her swollen clit. She came fast, pussy clenching around him, juices running down her thighs.
They moved to the living room floor after that. Meera got on all fours and begged for more. Rahul fucked her doggy style, gripping her hips and watching his cock stretch her tight hole. He slapped her ass red and she pushed back, taking every inch. "Fill me up," she panted. "Cum in your bhabhi's cunt." He exploded deep inside her, hot spurts flooding her while she shook through another orgasm.
After that afternoon they couldn't stop. Every time his brother was gone, they fucked in every room. Meera taught him how to eat her pussy until she squirted, and Rahul taught her how to take his cock down her throat until she gagged. She rode him reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing, moaning dirty Hindi phrases while he fingered her asshole. They did it raw, no condoms, her begging for his load every time.
One night she came to his room in just a thin nightie. "I want you to fuck my ass tonight," she whispered. Rahul prepped her slow with fingers and lube, then pushed his cock into her tight back hole. Meera screamed into the pillow as he stretched her, thrusting deep until he filled her ass with cum. They collapsed together, sweaty and satisfied, knowing the secret would stay between them.
Their forbidden hookups continued for months, each one dirtier than the last, until the house felt like their private fuck den. Meera would text him in Hindi during the day: "Aaj raat meri chut mein daal dena." And Rahul would reply with exactly how he planned to wreck her again.
