‘I still remember our wedding night. She was so shy… So innocent and so beautiful! I made sure to show her who the better brother is!’ Kishore’s words rang in my head as I thrust my cock deep into his wife the following day.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck… what’s…ahhh… what’s gotten into you today, Suraj?” Jhanvi gasped as she braced herself against my study desk, bent over as I pounded her pussy from behind, “You are fucking me like… oh fuck… like a wild animal!”
She wasn’t wrong, and I grunted as I slammed my cock deep into her tight pussy. My fingers dug into her juicy ass as I fucked her hard, “Shut up and tell me who this pussy belongs to! Tell me you are my slut. Mine and mine alone!” I growled as Jhanvi gasped for breath, my cock fucking her mercilessly!
Jhanvi had come over in the morning dressed in a pink salwar kurta, a perfect image of the traditional Indian wife. It was Rakshabandhan today, and Kishore and Dad were already downstairs for the Puja. My brother had asked Jhanvi to come up and wake me. But I had pulled her in and locked the door.
Within minutes, my sweet Bhabhi, my brother’s wife, was on her knees as I fucked her mouth. Once I had marked her cute face with my cum, I bent her over the desk and tore off her salwar kurta. Now, I was fucking her so hard that the only sounds that could be heard in the room were Jhanvi’s gasps and the slapping sound of my thighs hitting her ass-cheeks every time I buried my cock in her.
Jhanvi was my first crush, my current lover, one of three women I loved more than anything else! But today, all I could see was Kishore’s wife, and I wanted to take revenge on the bastard by taking out my pent-up anger on his wife’s pussy. I was fucking Jhanvi hard and rough, the kind of fucking she was not used to, but the way she was gasping and moaning, she was definitely enjoying it.
“Yes… Oh, Suraj… I’m your slut… I’m your slut… Ahhh… Don’t stop fucking me… Ahh… Please, Suraj… I love your cock… I love it so much!” she moaned as I fucked her hard and rough.
“Say it again…” I growled as I spanked her ass hard, my cock slamming into her pussy with each thrust! I knew I was wrong to fuck her so rough; my sweet Jhanvi wasn’t used to this kind of fucking, but my mind kept replaying Kishore’s words from last night, “Tell me whose slut you are… Whose whore! Say it, Bhabhi!”
“I’m your slut! Ahhh Fuck… I’m your slut… Oh fuck… Yes, Suraj… Fuck me… fuck me… I’m your whore!” Jhanvi gasped as I fucked her hard.
This wasn’t good enough; I needed to see her face as I fucked her. “Turn around, Bhabhi,” I growled as I pulled out my cock, grabbed Jhanvi’s waist, and spun her around. I lifted her up and placed her on my study desk, a few old books and my laptop falling off as I spread her legs and pulled her towards me.
I looked at Jhanvi’s beautiful, sexy, naked body as she lay panting on my study table. She looked like something out of a porn flick with her big tits sweaty and heaving, her curvy waist, her wet pussy glistening with her juices, inviting me to fuck her.
I grabbed my cock and guided it to her wet pussy; Jhanvi gasped as I sank my entire twelve inches into her, her eyes rolling back as I filled her pussy up! “Oh Fuck Suraj… Ahh… yes…” she moaned as I grabbed her thighs and began to fuck her once more!
I had never fucked any girl like this before. Not Pooja Didi, Tara, Disha, Nora and definitely not my sweet, innocent Jhanvi! But I just didn’t care right now. I had been thinking about my brother’s words from last night and this just made me want to vent out by fucking his wife!
I scooped my hands under Jhanvi’s juicy butt as I fucked her, her tits jiggling with every thrust as I slammed my cock into her! Jhanvi was now completely lost in pleasure, her mouth open as she moaned and gasped, her hands holding onto the edge of the table as she braced herself to take the pounding my big cock was giving her!
“Do you like it? Does it feel better than when Kishore fucks you?” I growled as I hammered into her dripping wet pussy! Jhanvi nodded and bit her lip as she looked at me, her eyes glazed with lust.
“Yes… Ahhh… it feels so good… oh fuck… Suraj… Your cock is so fucking big…” she moaned as I fucked her hard, my hands squeezing her butt as I pumped my cock into her tight pussy!
I wasn’t satisfied yet, though. In one fell swoop, I lifted Jhanvi up with my cock still inside her and pulled her off the study table into my arms while fucking her non-stop. Jhanvi gasped as I carried her in my muscular arms and pinned her against the wall, my cock still thrusting into her pussy.
I groaned as my hands sank into Jhanvi’s butt, and I fucked her hard against the wall. The family photos hanging on the wall shaking with each thrust as I fucked my brother’s wife like a sex doll! “Who fucks you better? Him or me? Answer me!” I demanded while leaning in to kiss her neck, as she clung to me tightly, gasping for breath ümraniye escort between her moans.
Deep in my mind, I knew this was too much. I was being too rough on her! I half-expected Jhanvi to slap me, to demand me to stop, but instead, my brother’s slutty wife surprised me with her enthusiastic response.
“You Suraj… Ahhh… You fuck me so much better… Ahh… You fuck me like he never could!” she gasped as I fucked her harder, “I love your cock… Oh fuck… Your brother is nothing compared to you… Ahh… Fuck me, Suraj… Fuck your brother’s wife!” Jhanvi gasped as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me into a passionate kiss!
The sheer filthiness of fucking my brother’s wife like this while he waited downstairs for her, making her moan that Kishore was worse in bed, made my cock even more hard! She was enjoying it, too, her nails digging into my back.
She was near her limit; I knew that when she arched her back and cried out my name again and again, her big tits bouncing spectacularly as she moaned and gasped! The pleasure was so much for her that she raked my back with her fingernails, “Oh fuck… I’m so close… I’m so close master… Ahhh… You’re going to make me cum!”.
When she leaned back, I couldn’t help but notice her mangalsutra, the traditional necklace that symbolized her marriage to Kishore. It was dangling between her juicy cleavage, swinging back and forth with each thrust! She must’ve worn it due to the Puja ceremony today, but the sight of it infuriated me!
I had had enough of Kishore! Grabbing her mangalsutra, I yanked it from Jhanvi’s neck, causing it to snap! Jhanvi gasped as I threw it onto the ground, “What are you… Ahh…” She protested, “That was my… Ahh… mangalsutra! Suraj…” Jhanvi gasped as I silenced her protests by kissing her, my cock thrusting into her pussy as my tongue entered her mouth!
I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes as I fucked her hard, “I don’t care! Fuck Kishore! You belong to me!”
I didn’t care, and apparently, neither did Jhanvi, as she meekly accepted that I had thrown her precious mangalsutra to the ground. She moaned and gasped as she wrapped her arms around my neck, “Oh fuck… Suraj… What’s gotten into you… Ahh… You are so fucking… Ahhh… Ahh… Hot!” she moaned, but I stifled her again with a long kiss.
“Beg for it…” I ordered her as I broke the kiss a minute later, “Beg me to cum in you… Beg me to cum inside my brother’s wife’s pussy!”
“Cum in me, Suraj… Ahh… Fill my pussy with your cum… I want it… I want you to cum in me…Cum in your Bhabhi…”
I groaned as my balls tightened up, my cock hammering into her pussy as Jhanvi moaned, her arms wrapped around my neck, and her eyes fixed on me. This was it; I was going to cum and fill my brother’s wife up!
“Fuck… Jhanvi… you are so hot… I want to make you mine! Oh fuck… Here I cum!” I groaned as I exploded inside her!
“I’m already yours, Suraj… Ahh… Cum in me… I love your cock so much!” Jhanvi gasped as she came as well!
I groaned as I filled my brother’s wife up with my cum, my cock pumping her full of my warm seed as her pussy milked my cock for all I was worth! We continued kissing as we both rode out our orgasms, my cock continuing to twitch inside Jhanvi as I pumped her full of my cum!
I groaned as I finally finished cumming, and my sister-in-law unwrapped her legs from around me as I pulled my cock out of her pussy and set her down on the floor. I stumbled back, my legs shaky after that incredible fuck!
Without saying a word, I crashed back onto the couch. I was exhausted, yes, but also embarrassed at my behaviour now that I had calmed down after the sex. I had fucked Jhanvi too hard, and I was afraid she wouldn’t forgive me!
I avoided looking up at her, but moments later, I felt Jhanvi straddle me, and I opened my eyes to see my brother’s slutty wife smiling naughtily, “That was amazing…” Jhanvi grinned as she kissed me.
“I’m sorry, Jhanvi… I didn’t mean to be that rough…” I muttered as I looked at her, relieved she wasn’t mad.
Jhanvi giggled and then winked, “Suraj… I may be a sweet Bhabhi in front of others, but I’m a slut for your cock! You can fuck me any way you like! I fucking loved it! It was so hot… I came harder today than I ever have before!”
I grinned at her words and then hugged her, “I love you, Jhanvi! I love you so much!” I whispered as I held her.
She giggled and kissed me again, “I love you too…”
I grinned as I looked at her until she suddenly realized something and got off my lap quickly. I looked up at her questioningly, and she responded by smacking me playfully on the back of my head. “Oww… I thought you weren’t mad at me! What was that for?”
“I said that I love being fucked by you. But I don’t want us to fool around when everyone is downstairs waiting ünye escort for us!” she muttered irritably as she put on her clothes and adjusted her makeup. “Now, don’t be any late; Didi and I need to leave soon, and everyone is probably wondering what is taking us so long!”
I grinned and nodded as I watched her dress up. “Jhanvi…” I called out as she finished putting on her salwar kurta.
“Hmmm…” she replied as she turned to look at me.
“You really do love me a lot! Right?” I smiled as she blushed at me.
She bit her lip and walked up to me, leaning down to kiss me again before replying, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you keep asking me things you already know! So let me repeat myself again! I love you, too. I can’t wait for you to get rid of Kishore and make Didi and me your wives! I love having sex with you all the time! I’ll always be your slut!” she ruffled my hair playfully, “There! I hope that covers everything you wanted to hear!”
With that, she straightened up and grinned naughtily before opening the door and stepping out, closing the door behind her! Oh God, I loved her so much!
I stepped on something as I turned around to head to the bathroom for a quick shower. Looking down, I found Jhanvi’s mangalsutra that I had snapped off, lying on the floor! I grinned and picked it up.
‘Better brother, indeed! Both your wife AND your lover are already my sluts, Kishore! Game on, asshole!’ I thought to myself as I threw it in the dustbin before heading into the shower.
I winced a little in pain as the warm water ran over the half-healed knife wound on my back. I needed to be better next time if I was in a similar situation. I couldn’t risk the ones I loved by being weak. Although to be fair, I was fighting four against one with armed thugs…
‘Four-Against-One’—something Kishore had said last night flashed in my mind. Four Against One! Kishore had mentioned that he knew there were four attackers, but no one except Nora and I knew that.
I frowned as I soaped up my body. There was no way Kishore should have known that. Unless… he was involved!
I rinsed off and returned to my room, my mind working furiously as I changed. It made sense! Someone had to guide the goons to my location on the beach at the resort. Ravi wasn’t there, and when I thought about it, I had told Kishore about going for a walk that evening (I had left out the part that Nora would be secretly joining me, though).
‘No… no… you’re being paranoid!’ I told myself as I finished dressing up, ‘Kishore may hate me, but he is my brother!’
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(Context: Rakhi is an Indian festival for brothers and sisters. Typically, sisters tie a thread, called a Rakhi, on their brother’s wrist, and the brother promises to protect his sister. It’s a major festival and symbolizes a special bond between brother and sister. The brother usually rewards his sister with a gift of her choice in exchange for the Rakhi.)
An hour later, I was downstairs waiting in the living room for Tara to come down and tie Kishore and me our Rakhis. Dad and Nora were also there, along with Ravi, who had dropped by to meet Kishore. Pooja Didi and Jhanvi were in the kitchen, helping fix lunch before heading out. They would visit their cousin brother on the other side of town to tie his Rakhi.
“I hope you looked into those rumours we’ve heard from the market, Kishore! The company stock price is up by 10%, but nothing has fundamentally changed in our business. Something is up!” my Dad asked Kishore as we sat on the living room couch.
Even though my Dad was forced to stay at home due to his health, he was a seasoned businessman, and he knew there was something fishy about the stock price’s volatile behaviour the past week.
“I’m sure, Dad. There’s nothing odd going on. It’s just that the market might be reacting to rumours that we are launching a new product line next quarter.” Kishore muttered as he read the newspaper, pointedly avoiding looking at Dad.
I have known that expression since I was a kid. My elder brother knew something which he wanted to hide from Dad.
“That’s not what I’ve been hearing. Some large investors have been purchasing a lot. You know that we’re the market leader, but with the news of my health, some competitors might be trying to make a hostile takeover bid! It has happened before,” Dad replied sternly.
Kishore grimaced and put the paper down as he looked at Ravi for support.
“Don’t worry, sir. The stock price is at an all-time high, and the Kapoor family owns 45% of the shares. Even if any of our largest competitors, let’s say Oberoi Group, tries something like this, they will need to raise 100 Crore from the market, and that’s just not possible for them.” Ravi added smugly, “And with the interest rates where they are, it would be suicide for any company to do a leveraged buyout in this market!”
Dad wasn’t convinced but nodded at the words of his son and chief of staff. urfa escort Sitting on Dad’s other side, Nora said nothing but glanced at me when she heard Ravi mention the Oberoi Group. Ravi had guts; I’ll give him that, mentioning the Oberoi Group so casually when he was plotting with Rohan Oberoi to take our family down!
The discussion would have continued had it not been for Jhanvi and Pooja Didi, who walked out of the kitchen. Both looked gorgeous in their traditional Salwar kurtas. I noted that Jhanvi wasn’t wearing her Mangalsutra, which was now in my dustbin.
“So we’ve prepared lunch for you guys. We may return quite late in the evening. Raja Bhaiya’s house is quite far away, and we haven’t visited him in a while. I hope that’s ok, Babuji.” Pooja Didi asked my father.
She was Dad’s favourite, and he nodded happily, “Of course, Pooja beta! But it seems that most of us will not be at home this afternoon! Ravi and Kishore told me they must leave for a meeting, and Nora is taking me to my weekly therapy sessions!”
“Yes, Pooja. Sorry I didn’t tell you. We’re just waiting for Tara to come down and finish Rakhi Puja, and then Kishore and I are leaving for the day.” Ravi added with a smile.
Before she could reply, though, Tara’s voice rang out from the top of the stairs: “Sorry, guys! I know everyone’s waiting, but it took forever for me to figure out how to wear this saree!” she apologized.
Everyone’s eyes widened as my sister reached the bottom of the stairs! My elder sister, who for several years now had made it a point to dress in the sluttiest outfits available, was now wearing a traditional yellow Saree!
You would think that changing out from sexy crop tops and booty shorts into a saree would have toned Tara’s sexiness down, but you would be mistaken! If anything, she looked like a sex bomb in her saree, the yellow fabric doing nothing to hide her voluptuous figure!
Her big tits were straining against her tight yellow sleeveless blouse, showing off generous cleavage while the saree draped over her curves perfectly. She had made sure to wear the saree low on her waist, emphasizing her slim waist and finally, her thin pallu fell loosely over her left shoulder!
She looked absolutely stunning, and while I was ogling at her sexy figure, the others were equally shocked at her change to traditional attire.
“Tara beta… That’s a lovely saree! I don’t remember seeing you wearing a saree for a long time!” Dad exclaimed.
“Well, it’s the first time in years that both my brothers will be at home, and I wanted to do something special! It was kind of hard putting this on, but I think I pulled it off nicely!” she grinned as she twirled for us!
“You look beautiful, sis! I’ve been telling you to dress like this for years, but you’ve never listened!” Kishore laughed as she stuck her tongue out at my elder brother.
“Yeah, Tara, it looks great on you. Where did you buy this one?” Jhanvi asked her, and they began discussing sarees.
While they were chatting, I was finding it difficult to look away from her big tits and her luscious red lips! Tara caught me staring and smirked as she winked! The cheeky slut was enjoying my reaction to her!
“Can we please proceed with Rakhi Puja? We’re running late for the meeting!” Ravi interrupted the conversation, and we all settled down around the table.
Kishore went first and smiled wide as she tied Rakhi to his hand. Kishore and Tara were always pretty close. In fact, she was his favourite, and he used to pamper her all the time. As I saw them joking around, I realized that they had probably gotten even closer during the years I was gone.
“Well, what did you get me as a gift?” she teased my elder brother as she finished tying the Rakhi.
He patted her head playfully before pulling out a black velvet box from his pocket and placing it in front of her. Everyone was curious now as she opened the box to see a large keychain.
“Wow… Thanks, I guess…” She muttered sarcastically as she picked it up and inspected it, “You bought me a keychain for Rakhi… really?”
Kishore laughed and picked up the keychain. “Well, I thought it would go quite well with your new car keys!” he replied.
Tara’s eyes widened as she looked at Kishore, “Really? You bought me a car!” she exclaimed! Kishore nodded, and my sister squealed as she hugged my elder brother!
“Oh my God, Bhaiya! Where is it?” she replied excitedly as she craned her neck and looked towards the main door, expecting the car to be on the driveway.
“It’s getting delivered this afternoon. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise by risking you seeing it before I gifted it!” Kishore replied with a grin.
“Aww, Bhaiya! I love you so much!” Tara smiled as she hugged my elder brother tightly and gave him a peck on his cheek.
“Only the best for my favourite sister!” Kishore replied, glancing at me with a smug grin. He knew full well that I was pretty much broke without access to the accounts and hadn’t gotten anything that extravagant for her.
I rolled my eyes but didn’t say anything. I just waited for Tara to finish the Puja ritual for Kishore and then waited expectantly for her to come and tie my Rakhi. However, I soon noticed just one Rakhi, which she had tied to Kishore.
