Indian Bhabhi Stories: The Pune Weekend Bhabhi

"You always do this, Rohan," Priya said, hands on her hips in the middle of the Pune flat, "you walk into my kitchen and act like you own the stove." Rohan laughed and said, "Bhabhi, this is straight out of those indian bhabhi stories, the bhabhi who argues about chai and then ends up blushing." Priya threw a dish towel at him, and he caught it, grinning.

Priya's husband Vikram worked in Dubai and came home twice a year, and the flat in Pune was often quiet after office hours. Rohan, Vikram's younger brother, had come from Mumbai for a long weekend, supposedly to fix her laptop and see the city. He was twenty nine, tall, with an easy laugh, and he had not been a boy for a long time, something Priya noticed the moment he lifted her suitcase onto the top shelf without effort.

The argument about chai was not really about chai. It was about the way Rohan looked at her when she bent to open the lower drawer, and the way Priya found excuses to walk past him in the narrow kitchen passage. By Friday evening, the flat felt smaller than it was, and every accidental touch lingered a second too long.

On Saturday morning, Rohan offered to cook, and Priya stood behind him, correcting his grip on the pan, her hand over his. Rohan turned, and their faces were inches apart. "Bhabhi, if you keep standing this close, the argument will end differently," he said quietly. Priya did not step back. Instead, she said, "Then let it end differently," and Rohan kissed her.

The first kiss was slow and careful, as if both of them were checking whether the other would pull away. Neither did. Priya's hands went to his shoulders, and Rohan's hands settled on her waist, pulling her closer until her body pressed against his. The pan on the stove hissed, forgotten, and Priya switched the gas off without breaking the kiss.

From the kitchen they moved to the living room, and Rohan pushed Priya gently onto the sofa. He kissed her neck, slow and deliberate, and Priya's breathing quickened. She pulled his tshirt over his head, and ran her hands over his broad chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. Rohan lifted her kurti, and his mouth found her breasts through her bra, teasing her nipples until she gasped.

Priya unhooked her own bra, and her breasts were free, full and soft, with hard nipples. Rohan took one into his mouth, flicking the nipple with his tongue, and Priya arched her back, her fingers digging into his hair. He squeezed the other breast with his hand, and Priya's body began to tremble with want.

Rohan slid her salwar down, and her pussy was wet and warm, glistening. He touched her with his finger, and Priya spread her legs wider. Her juices were flowing, and Rohan pushed two fingers inside her. Priya moaned his name, and her body writhed on the sofa. Rohan curled his fingers, and Priya's first orgasm hit her fast, her body shaking, her teeth sinking into his shoulder.

Then Rohan freed his cock, hard and long, and rubbed it against her pussy. Priya wrapped her legs around his waist and said, "Rohan, put it inside now, and do not stop." Rohan pushed in with one deep thrust, and Priya cried out, then laughed and kissed his lips.

Rohan began to thrust, first slowly, then faster. With every thrust, Priya's breasts bounced, and her moans filled the flat. Rohan lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and the depth increased. Priya said, "Harder, Rohan, harder," and Rohan increased his pace. The sofa creaked, and their breathing merged into one rhythm.

After a while, Rohan turned Priya over and took her from behind, doggy style. Her round butt was in front of him, and he entered her pussy from behind. Priya buried her face in a cushion and moaned, and Rohan held her hair as he thrust. The depth was even greater in this position, and Priya's second orgasm came quickly, her body shaking, her pussy gripping his cock hard.

Rohan quickened his pace too, and after a few deep thrusts, his cum filled Priya's pussy. Both of them collapsed on the sofa, sweating, and Priya rested her head on his chest and said, "Rohan, this is only the beginning." Rohan stroked her hair, and they lay quietly, listening to each other's breathing.

The next morning in the kitchen, Priya hugged Rohan from behind and whispered in his ear, "How was last night's husband?" Rohan laughed and kissed her, and from that day, a new relationship formed between them, hidden, but growing every day. In the daytime they behaved like normal family, but at night the doors closed.

On the third night, Priya tried something new. She blindfolded Rohan and took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and Rohan gripped her hair. Priya slowly took the whole cock into her mouth, and a wave ran through Rohan's body. He began to fuck her mouth gently, and Priya matched him, her eyes watering, but she did not stop.

After the blindfold came off, Rohan pressed Priya against the wall. He lifted one of her legs, and standing, pushed his cock into her pussy. Priya's back was against the wall, and with every thrust, her breasts rubbed against his chest. Priya kissed his neck, bit his ear, and said, "Rohan, you are better than your brother." Rohan, hearing this, fucked her even harder, and Priya came, gripping him tightly.

One afternoon, Priya made Rohan's favourite biryani, and while eating, she placed her foot on his leg under the table. Rohan looked at her, and Priya winked mischievously. After lunch they went to the bedroom, and Priya laid Rohan on the bed and sat on top of him. She moved her body slowly, and Rohan's cock went deep inside her pussy. Priya placed her hands on his chest, and controlled the pace herself, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, until both of them came together.

As the weekend neared its end, Priya said to Rohan, "When you go back to Mumbai, I will be alone again." Rohan held her hand and said, "Bhabhi, I will come every month, and whenever Vikram calls from Dubai, we will still meet." Priya smiled and said, "Remember this promise, devar ji."

On the last night, they savoured each other fully. Rohan kissed every part of Priya's body, her neck, her breasts, her waist, and licked her pussy with his tongue until her body shook three times. Then he fucked her slowly and deeply, and both came together. Priya whispered in his ear, "Rohan, you are my first and last devar."

One evening, Priya wore a new dress, pink in colour, and Rohan looked at her and said, "Bhabhi, today you look like the moon." Priya blushed and said, "Devar ji, the moon only shines at night." Rohan pulled her close and began to kiss her neck. Priya's breathing quickened, and she unbuttoned his shirt. Both fell onto the bed, and Rohan removed her dress, kissed her breasts, licked her pussy, and then fucked her slowly until both came together.

Another night, on the balcony under the stars, Priya and Rohan sat on chairs. The air was cool, and Priya rested her head on Rohan's shoulder. Rohan held her hand and played with her fingers. Priya looked at him and said, "Devar ji, look at the stars, how beautiful they are." Rohan said, "Bhabhi, you are more beautiful than the stars." He laid her on the balcony chair, opened her legs, and pushed his cock into her pussy. Under the stars, in the open air, they felt each other fully, and when both came, Priya hugged Rohan and said, "I will never forget this night."

One morning in the kitchen, Priya was making parathas when Rohan came and stood behind her. He placed his hands on her waist, and Priya turned and kissed him. Rohan opened her salwar string, and fucked her right there on the kitchen counter, fast and deep, until both of their juices flowed. Priya laughed and said, "Devar ji, the parathas will burn," and Rohan said, "Bhabhi, parathas can be made again, this morning will not come again."

One night, Priya called Rohan to her own home, saying a blouse needed measuring. The house was empty, and the moment Priya closed the door, she hugged Rohan. They went to the bedroom, and Rohan opened her saree, kissed her body, laid her on the bed, and fucked her slowly. Priya's moans echoed through the whole house, and when both came, Priya said to Rohan, "Rohan, at home you feel even better."

In the morning, when Rohan's bag was packed, Priya slipped a small note into it. It read, "Devar ji, whenever you get leave, come home, bhabhi will be waiting." Rohan read the note, put it in his pocket, and looked towards the door, where Priya stood smiling.