Chndana Bhargav

Chandana sucking her brother and offering her melons to him

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Life is going on routinely, gonna the school, come home prepare for next day’s lecture, spending time with Radheshyam uncle, playing with my son, talking to Bhargav, also speaking to Padmja and her father Padmanabhan, just very casual and routine.

But one thing; whenever I spoke to Padmanabhan, he all the time showers kisses on phone, and says “Sunetri imagine where I am kissing you…” he says.

Whenever he says that my pussy dampens creating tingles in me

“How can I know where you are kissing…?” I said kidding him. He replies “Imagine, you are clever girl…”

“Girl….! My dear friend…I am not a girl still… I am a woman….”

“For me you are a sweet sixteen girl….pch..pch…. here my kiss on your girlhood…” as he said that the tingle in my pussy increases; as I imagined his thin lips on my vertical lips. “ssshhhaaa…” I moan silently.

The other thing is that my brother Vivek’s romantic talk. I wonder sometimes that; though I was with him till my marriage, i.e. till my 24^th year, he didn’t observed my beauty; now after my marriage, becoming a mother and now during my second pregnancy, I appeared to him as his dream girl…. how wonder it is… I smile myself.

One day while talking with him I asked the same to him. “Yes I agree… I observed your charm and beauty on that day; you know what I thought…”

“What….?” my question.

“How lucky Bhargav is… I am jealous of him…. why I didn’t observe such beauty before your marriage…. this thought came in my mind”

I giggled and asked…. “pahle observe karte to kya karte….” (If observed earlier what you would have done?) I asked still giggling; again there is a tingle between my thighs.

“Mei tumhe; meri bahen ko seduce karta… aaaaahhhhhh” said and took a long sigh. (I would have seduced you…aaaaaaahhhhh.)

“Chee….. Bhayya…aap kitne gande hain…” (Chee Bhayya how vulgar you are…?) I controlling my excitement said.

“Not vulgar dear.. haan you can say naughty or natkhat.. mei maanta hun…”

I couldn’t find out what to say… I didn’t spoke for a while.

“Chandoo.. dear; I am mad about your charm and beauty…”

“Oh… enough Bhayya… I am not so charming, Riddi bhabhi is more beautiful and has attractive figure… I am next to her only…

“Oh Dear…” now-a-days he is using the words ‘darling’ and ‘dear’ very frequently…

“Bhayyaaaaa..tumhari darling aur dear… gharpe hogi…” I enjoying his talk feeling proud for his praise, said.

“Leave her yaar.. wah to ghar ki murgi hai….”

“Kyyaaaaaaaaa… Kya kaha aapne…” (What did you say..)

“Wahi jo tumne suna hai…” (The sane what you heard) he said. I remembered the proverb ‘Ghar ki Murgi Dal Barabar..’

“Acchaaaa…” I giggled and asked “tho mei Kya hun…?”

“Pados ke ghar ki Ambade ki Bhaji…”

“Kyaaaaa… mei ambade ki bhaji hun…. Jao bhayya… aap baat mat karo mujhse…?”

“Aree buddooo… thoo Bhaji nahin.. jayeka dar.. chatkar lekar chatne wali pickle ho” when bhayya said that, I was calm for a while.

“By the way Chandoo darling… tell me one thing… what will you do when you remember Bhargav….?”

“Oh bhayya.. what is this question… what will I do…. phone to him and talk to him..:

“No… No…my question is what will you do, when he comes in your mind during the nights…” I couldn’t find out what he wants to listen from me.

“The same take mobile and talk to him on either audio or video… what more…” I said and giggled.

There was silence for some time on the mobile.

“Bhayya…. are you there? What are you thinking…?” I asked.

“Nothing sweet heart… just some thought about you…”

“About me… what is that bhayya…?” I was inquisitive.

“Chandoo leave that matter, you may feel bad…”

“Are isme bura man ne ki kya bat hai…bolo kya soch rahe the mere bare me…” (What is there to think bad, come on now tell me, what you are thinking about me)

“Kaha naa.. chodo..” (I told you, leave it…)

“Nahin bhayya. ab to tumhe batana hi padega.. meri kasam…” (No Bhayya.. now you to have tell me, I give an oath on me )

“Chandoo.. kasam kyon dilate ho.. theek hai… (Why are you giving an oath…) ok I’ll tell but promise me that you will not be angry…”

“Ab kya angry hone ka, when you said you are mad about me, and took such photos then only I didn’t get angry on you… I told you already that you are my loving brother; and I can’t be angry on you”. I am more enthusiastic to know about his wondered.

“Ok when you say that you can’t be angry on me… gathering courage I am telling you… just thinking that what Chandu does when she is in the bed and remembers Bhargav…”

My mind was blank for a while… then I said “Bhayya.. you are very naughty and vulgar” there was a tingle in my body.

“Chandoo; are you angry on me… if so say whatever you want to say, say but don’t cut off the phone.”

“Not angry bhayya.. but wondering how you get such silly ideas…”

“Bolo na dear… tum kya kya karti ho…” (Tell me dear what will you do..?)

I am getting fun to talk like this with my brother. I too had a naughty wondered and said “Bhayya.. ek bat bolo… jab bhabhi nahin hoti gharme aur tumhe rat ko unki yad aati hai to kya karte ho…?” (What will you do when bhabhi is not at home and you remember her during the night…) though I asked I was a bit ashamed that how did I ask such thing. And I was thinking that bhayya must not answer for this.

But that has not happened.. He said “Really you want to know…”

“Yes… kyon bol nahin sakte kya…?” mei unhe uksayi. (Yes, cannot you say? I kidded him)

“Why I can’t tell.. I can; listen what I do… I masturbate thinking about her.. mooth marta hunnn…but now a days I am masturbating not for your bhabhi but someone else… “

“Who is that someone else bhayya…?” I giggled,

“Tell you, but not now.. let that time come…” bhayya said. When he said that; I knew who that someone is…he is doing so on my name.

“Mei bhi wahi karti hun tumhare jiju ke bare me sochte…” (I too do the same thing thinking Bhaargav..) I said and asked again “are you happy now…?”

“Kya..? tum mooth marti ho… but how..? you don’t have a dick isn’t it…” (Waav. Will you masturbate … but how … you don’t have dick.. no…)

“Dhut.. pagal kahin ke… mooth nahin marti .. fingering karti hun,,,” (Silly fellow… I finger myself.)

“Bhargav ke bare me sochte huye…” (Thinking about Bhargav..)

“Aur nahi to….” (Then what…)

“Kabhi hamare bare me bhi socho dear…” (Think of me sometimes dear)

“Chup.. besharm kahin ke… (shshshshs… bloody shameless fellow) sleep now it is already nearing 12 midnight…” and I switched off the phone. There are a number of thoughts running in my mind. ‘Bhayya to pagal bangaye hain…’ I wondered.

Within five seconds there was a message sound. I opened the message. It read “dear send me a good selfie of yours…”

Immediately I phoned him again as soon as he picked up I said “Bhayya.. you were against selfie isn’t it.. Then how come…”

That was in the past, not now… please send me a good selfie “

“What do you mean by good..”

“Ummnn.. good means good only…” when I wondered of it; I felt shy, hot blood rushed to my cheeks, turning them from pink to scarlet red. I understood his intension. He, my bhayya want to see me in special…..

and that night when I slept really I was thinking about bhayya’s dick pounding me and reached my first orgasm on bhayya’s name. …

[I recollected what Riddima Bhabhi (Vivek’s wife) said to me. While talking; she revealed shocking news to me is that my Dad is enjoying her; and she is likes him and she told me in detail about the prowess of my dad and how big his manhood is. Another thing what she told me created tingles my body is that when he reached his climax he asked her that whether she is likes to give a sibling to my bro and me.

Bhabhi said that she was excited by that thought… but alas; she is already undergone an operation for Family Planning.

Unknowingly Bhabhi kindled a desire in me for my Dad; I was thinking whether I can fulfill his desire… I mean…. hope you all understood me… at that time I was sitting on a small stool in front of dressing mirror looking at my reflection and thinking about my Dad. My whole body is thrilled and I felt that my heavy boobs turned more robust and my nipples turned rigid. My body was on fire…. my whole body is in flames…

I peeled all my garments one by one and sat totally nude like a new born baby running my palms all over my naked body with lust filled in my eyes. Again my Dad’s wish came in my mind. Unknowingly I lift my right boob with my right hand; bending my head down once I licked my turgid nipple and then took it in my mouth, sucked hard, while running my fingers all along the pussy lips….

“AAaaahhhhhhmmmmaaaa….uffffuuuuu oh daddy do it.. do it..fuck me.. I am out.. fuck me daddy…fuck me hard… and give your seed to your daughter … ooooo OOOOOHHHHHMMMMM..DDAAADDDDDY MMMMM FUCK ME YOU BASTARD… RAM DEEP IN ME… AAAA AA MMMMMAAAAMMM OH.. GOD.. SAVE ME…AA.. AAAAAAHHHHH…” and I reached my climax… fell on the carpet…my eyes closed … that’s all I don’t know when I drifted into sleep.]

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When bhayya said that he wanted to see me; I said “Hey Bhayya.. what is this.. are you not seeing me whenever we had video call?”

“Yes; but dear I want to see my lovely sister specially… I am willing dear…”

“What special… I couldn’t find out you bhayya…”

“Think… You are a smart woman.. a lecturer…”

I thought for a long; what special I can show him… is he asking me to show myself naked to him… the thought created tingles in me. “chi… how can I exhibit myself like that… but dear brother had asked.. so I have to do something I wondered. Why not send a photo… how to dress… it must be good for the eyes and erotic. What dress is the question? That whole night I gave a wondered to it..

Next day was Sunday. I was at home. After we had breakfast, I and Upi went to uncle’s room. It is our regular habit that we go to his room after breakfast whenever I am at home. We had a lot of general discussion and much more. Upi stayed with uncle, playing some games.. Then I came to my room.

I took out a gorgeous designer saree and blouse and wore it. The blouse is a low necked one with full back open with an inch strip at the bottom of the blouse. That too to hide the strip of the bra.. At the neck there is pencil thick string to tie. Except that the total back is naked. After wearing it slightly turning myself sideways I looked my image in the dressing mirror. Wow how cute it is… my smooth, unblemished back is almost nude.

Satisfied I sat in front of the mirror, pulled down my blouse so that the swell of my boobs and the cleavage is clearly visible; covered the left breast with the saree; satisfied I took a selfie of my front. Then I turned back, my back towards the mirror. I looked at the mirror turning my head over the shoulder. My almost nude back is clearly visible in the mirror. Keeping my mobile over the shoulder took the photo of my image in the mirror. Then I took a photo of mine with saree wrapped on me. Photographs have come very clearly.

Then I removed all my dress and sitting only with petticoat, wore a blouse tighter one than the previous. Wore it; and hooked the middle hook only. Swell of my mastis is clearly visible. I didn’t wear bra for the both the photos. Standing in front f the mirror I took a selfie in such that mine and also the image in the mirror are photographed. Remember I was only in petticoat and short blouse with only one hook, hooked. I am satisfied with four photos I took. Once again I observed them and fully satisfied; waiting for the night to get Bhayya’s phone.

There is an excitement in me. The whole body is tingling. What will brother think of me after seeing those photos..

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That night at about 10.30 my bro had phoned me. My son Upi is snoring. I took the phone and came to the balcony.

“Hi.. Bhayyaa.. how are you…?” I asked.

“Not well dear…”

“Why ..? What happened…?”

“What to do.. my sister is not fulfilling my wish…”

I giggled and asked. “What is your wish bhayya… is that the same you asked yesterday”

‘Yes..”

“Are you so serious that you are spoiling your health…”

“I donno but waiting for her reply…”

“Ok Bhayya.. I’ll send what you want.. but don’t think bad .. if you promise that I’ll send…”

“I know you are a sweet sister… pl send, I am willing…”

I sent those four photos which I took in the morning. And anxiously waiting for his phone or message..

10 minutes passed.. 12 minutes.. 16, 17, 18, ahhh.. don’t know what he thought about them… what is his reaction…20 minutes passed.

“Bhayya.. what happened? What is your reaction.. let me know.. I am also willing” I messaged.

Again for four five minutes nothing happened. Then came the message sound..

Eagerly I opened the message. Seeing the message my whole body is on fire… by seeing that my pussy dampened. A tickling sensation ran through out my body; as if thousands of ants crawling on me..

Actually it is not a message but a photo. A tight under wear; and underneath it is Bhayya’s penis, fully erect. I could see the bulge and the length over the cloth; which caused the above condition on me. It is so cute and exciting; it may be around eight inches or slightly more in length. Can’t say about girth but it appears thick only.

Cupping my pussy over my nighty, I smiled myself. Then I had a naughty thought. Which I followed..

I removed my nighty and wore a thin material legging without panty, which snuggled to my crotch. The imprint of my thick pussy lips are clearly seen. It is so clear that one can see the narrow slit also. Then I took a photo of that, only crotch area. Then I took an old bra which is tight and made holes in it where my nipples settle. Wore it.. my boobs are covered but my perky nipples came out of those holes. I took a photo of it… then had a second thought. I took my full length selfie with that legging and bra.

With excitement I sent them to my bro.

Within seconds message ping had come. Quickly I opened it; and I fell with shock. The thrill in me doubled. Again a photo; a naked penis fully erected. It is so tight that I could see the veins on its length. Fore skin pushed back revealing the purple head. At the base of it, two tight balls; as big as shelled walnuts; and there is a small drop of precum at the tiny pee hole.

“chee.. bhayya.. tum kitne gande ho…” I messaged. Again a reply came…

“Yes dear.. a gandi bahen ka ganda bhai…” it read. I smiled myself went in and lay at Radheshyam uncle’s side. Readers must remember that Bhargav had arranged a bed for uncle, in our room only attached to our bed. For two three months he slept in that bed… but later I convinced him to sleep on our bed only… generally he sleeps on one side of my son and I on the other. But sometimes I sleep at his side cuddling him. Today also I lay at his side and held his dick in my fist and slept.

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Days were passing.. the erotic talk between me and Vivek bhayya is continuing. Now and then I speak to Riddi bhabhi also. And whenever I phone her; her first question is whether I found the lady; bhayya, I mean her husband is obsessed with.

I ask her, whether she had any sessions with dad, and if she says yes, I ask her to tell in detail. She obliges. Whenever she is narrating; my hand is in between thighs fondling my swollen dripping pussy.

I recollected what Riddima Bhabhi (Vivek’s wife) said to me. While talking; she revealed shocking news to me is that my Dad is enjoying her; and she is likes him and she told me in detail about the prowess of my dad and how big his manhood is. Another thing what she told me created tingles my body is that when he reached his climax he asked her that whether she is likes to give a sibling to my bro and me.

Bhabhi said that she was excited by that thought… but alas; she is already undergone an operation for Family Planning.

Unknowingly Bhabhi kindled a desire in me for my Dad; I was thinking whether I can fulfill his desire… I mean…. hope you all understood me… at that time I was sitting on a small stool in front of dressing mirror looking at my reflection and thinking about my Dad. My whole body is thrilled and I felt that my heavy boobs turned more robust and my nipples turned rigid. My body was on fire…. my whole body is in flames…

I peeled all my garments one by one and sat totally nude like a new born baby running my palms all over my naked body with lust filled in my eyes. Again my Dad’s wish came in my mind. Unknowingly I lift my right boob with my right hand; bending my head down once I licked my turgid nipple and then took it in my mouth, sucked hard, while running my fingers all along the pussy lips….

“AAaaahhhhhhmmmmaaaa….uffffuuuuu oh daddy do it.. do it..fuck me.. I am out.. fuck me daddy…fuck me hard… and give your seed to your daughter … ooooo OOOOOHHHHHMMMMM..DDAAADDDDDY MMMMM FUCK ME YOU BASTARD… RAM DEEP IN ME… AAAA AA MMMMMAAAAMMM OH.. GOD.. SAVE ME…AA.. AAAAAAHHHHH…” and I reached my climax… fell on the carpet…my eyes closed … that’s all I don’t know when I drifted into sleep.

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I don’t know how I turned to such a slut.. that now I am wishing to have my brother’s as well as Dad’s fuck poles in my oozing slit. Otherwise I was a normal house wife contended with what I had. But, my total life had changed in these one and half years after I met with Radheshaym uncle, when I met him he was 62 and I 32.

My meeting with him continued; and in due course of time I started wishing him in me. And one fine evening, that evening was my birthday, I forced him to fuck me. When he was about reach his orgasm he said that he is still fertile and where he wanted to release.

When I heard that he is fertile and his seed may cause pregnancy to me. I was thrilled and asked him to release in me only; and my dear readers know that his seed had impregnated me.

After that a number changes took in my life; I meeting radiologist, Pdmanabhan and his daughter Padmaja…

My brother’s lewd talk; instead of getting angry or aversion, I too enjoying.. Then Riddi Bhabhi’s story that she is having carnal relation with my Dad and her praising dad’s stamina and strength which are causing goose bumps in my body.

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Few more days passed. That day I was feeling laziness and body pains, so I applied leave to the college by phone and asked Uncle to drop my son at the bus stand. Uncle is worried hearing that I am not well. He dropped my son and after returning he made me sleep keeping my head on his thigh.

I felt it is really comfortable and I closed my eyes with satisfaction. Today uncle has to attend pensioners’ meet, and he want to avoid going, but I convinced him that I am ok and nothing happened except few body pains. Though unwilling he went to the meeting. I went to my room and lied on the bed.

When I opened my eyes it is 11 in the morning. I got up and prepared lunch. I had finished my bath as I didn’t had in the morning and while dressing I heard the familiar voice calling me “Chandoo… where are you…?” the voice belongs to my brother Vivek.

‘Oh! bhayya has come’ and with excitement I ran out and found my brother sitting in the hall. “Bhayya…” I ran to him and hugged him tightly. He too pulled me closer to him and his chest is pressed to my boobs. “Bhayyaa.. Bhayyaa…” hugging him tightly I am murmuring and kissing all over his face as if I am seeing him after many years.