Hello people! My name is Ronit. I am sharing an experience I had a few years ago with my Bhaiya and Bhabhi. At that time I was an engineering student studying in a college in Mumbai. My parents were paying for my hostel expenses and it was difficult for them. So my brother asked me to move to his place. My brother Vikram lived in the same city with his wife, Tanisha.
I agreed to move to my Bhaiya’s house. I hoped to bond with Bhaiya and Bhabhi. But after after moving to their home, I realized that something was wrong with their relationship. Despite being in their mid-30’s, they didn’t have children. They didn’t seem to have any romance in their relationship and marriage seemed to be falling apart. I couldn’t find out the exact reason.
After staying in my Bhaiya’s house for a few weeks, one day my Bhaiya confided to me that he and Bhabhi had been unable to conceive a child despite their best attempts. Bhaiya suffered from erectile dysfunction, making it very difficult for him to have sex.
I couldn’t imagine how Bhaiya couldn’t get aroused with a wife like Bhabhi. Bhabhi looked very good. She had a pretty face and a curvy, full-bosomed figure. Her big breasts, slim waist and big buttocks were very eye catching when she was around. She also had wavy black hair which seemed to enhance the beauty of her pretty face. Even though she looked modern, she often wore Saree in the house. But during hot days, she would wear shorts, revealing her plump, fair thighs and shapely legs. She would wear t-shirts without bra which made her nipples poke through her shirt. She was hot. So it was difficult for me to understand that my brother couldn’t get aroused by my hot Bhabhi.
Bhaiya told me that they had enquired about IVF to conceive a child, but the high expenses involved in the procedure had stopped them from moving forward. He told me Bhabhi was desperate to have a child and recounted that she had even suggested having another man impregnate her in her desperation. But he couldn’t allow that since he was concerned that an outsider could blackmail them. He was also worried someone might find out and it would bring lot of shame for the family. So Bhaiya had pressured her into changing her mind.
I felt bad for Bhaiya. I told him I wish had been rich to take care of their IVF plan and promised him I will find a job as soon as I finish college and help him financially.
Everyday Bhaiya and Bhabhi’s relationship seemed to be getting worst. They argued frequently and seemed to be distancing themselves more and more. So one day after they had finished arguing, my brother went to the balcony. I followed him and tried to console him.
Hoping to find the exact problem and give a solution, I said, “Bhaiya, I observed that you have been stressed for some days. Do you want to share your problems with me?”
Bhaiya said, “Ronit, I don’t know. Tanisha’s frustration is leading to marital problems between us.”
I said, “Bhaiya. if you don’t mind mind me asking. What does Bhabhi want?”
Bhaiya said, “Tanisha is not happy with me. She desperately wants to have a child. But I can neither impregnating her nor can I allow a stranger to do it. But she doesn’t seem to understand my point. She doesn’t see it as infidelity. For her, it is just a one-time thing to get pregnant. But think from my point of view. How would I feel about another man touching my wife?
I felt bad for Bhaiya but I also felt bad for Bhabhi. So, hopping Bhaiya doesn’t get pissed off by what I was going to say, I said, “Bhaiya, I understand your point, but you also have to think about Bhabhi. She wants to have the joys of life just like any other woman. Even though she has not been able to have your child, she has stayed faithful to you for all these years. Most women would have left by now.”
“So what should I do, Ronit?” Bhaiya asked. He was a bit upset. He said, “I can’t let a stranger walk into my house and fuck my wife. And the child she gives birth won’t even be related to me at all.”
Bhaiya covered his face with frustration. I went close to him and patted his shoulder.
“Bhaiya,” I said. “What if you the person who impregnates Bhabhi is not a stranger?”
Bhaiya looked at me and asked, “What do you mean, Ronit?”
I hesitated for a moment and said, “What if someone in our family impregnates her? That way, the child will belong to our family.”
Bhaiya’s face lightened up. He said, “Yes, that’s a compromise I can make with Tanisha. But who in our family can do that?”
“We can ask one of our cousins if they can help,” I said.
“No, Rajat,” Bhaiya said. “None of them are trustworthy. Moreover, I can’t disclose to anyone in the family that I have erectile dysfunction.”
“How about Dad? He will understand your problem and not judge you,” I said.
“No, Ronit! What are you saying? Dad is very conservative, and he will never agree to something like this,” Bhaiya said.
“Ok, does anyone else in the family know about your erectile dysfunction?” I asked.
“No, it’s just dad and you,” he said.
I couldn’t think of any other solution. So I just looked at him hoping he would find a solution to his problem.
Bhaiya looked up at me and said, “I have one idea but I am not sure if it is a good idea.”
“What is it, Bhaiya?” I asked.
Bhaiya made eye contact with me and said, “I don’t know Ronit. There is only one way forward. You can help but I don’t want to complicate our relationship.”
It was a great idea. My heart began to race fast but I kept calm and said, “Our relationship will never get complicated Bhaiya. I am just worried about Bhabhi. She will never allow something like that.”
“You are right,” Bhaiya said and continued. “She may not like the idea. But let me talk with her. After all, it will just be a one time thing. After she gets pregnant we can forget about it and move on.”
“That’s right, Bhaiya,” I said unable to believe my brother was considering letting me have sex with Bhabhi. I felt very excited.
After that conversation, Bhaiya looked more relieved.
Two weeks passed and Bhaiya didn’t talk with me about our plan. Their arguments became less and Bhabhi unusually smiled at me a few times as if she knew about it. But I was not sure why she was smiling at me.
Then, one evening when I was watching TV in the living room, Bhaiya came to me and said, “Ronit, let’s go to the balcony.”
I got up from couch and we went to the balcony. Bhaiya closed the sliding door and said, “She agreed.”
“That’s good Bhaiya,” I said feeling excited.
“She was uncomfortable about getting intimate with you. I told her she has no other choice. She reluctantly gave her consent,” Bhaiya said.
“I won’t get too intimate with her, Bhaiya,” I said.
“Yes. Don’t make her feel uncomfortable. Just do what you have to do quickly and finish it, ok?” Bhaiya asked.
“Ok Bhaiya,” I said.
“Ok. She told me the best time to get pregnant is when she is ovulating. So when she is ready, I’ll let you know,” Bhaiya said.
“Ok Bhaiya,” I said.
After that conversation, we went inside. Bhaiya went to his bedroom. I sat on the couch in the living room and watched TV. After some time Bhabhi came out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as if she knew about our conversation. She went to their bedroom. I guessed she went to talk about it with Bhaiya.
After fifteen minutes, Bhabhi came out. She smiled at me and whispered, “Thank you.”
I smiled uncomfortably at her feeling confused about the situation.
The next few days were a torture. I couldn’t stop admiring Bhabhi. She was wearing Saree most of the time. Her navel was usually exposed fully or through her semi-transparent sarees. I usually had a full erection when I was in the house. To make matters worst, Bhaiya was not in the house sometimes. I even thought about raping her when we were alone in the house. But fortunately after one week, Bhaiya called me to the balcony and told me, Bhabhi was ready next day. I was very very happy but I didn’t show my excitement.
The next day was a Friday. Bhaiya didn’t go to the office and I didn’t go to college. We had breakfast at about 8:30. After breakfast, Bhaiya told me Bhabhi wanted to finish it at 11am. So I went my room and masturbated to make sure I don’t ejaculate prematurely when I am penetrating Bhabhi. Then I had bath and changed my clothes. At about 10:45, I went to the living room.
Bhaiya was in the living room. He saw me and looked at the wall clock. Then he nodded and said, “I’ll see if she ready.”
Bhaiya got up and went to their bedroom. He came out after a few minutes and said, “She is ready. Just remember to do what you have to do. She doesn’t want to get intimate with you.”
“Okay, Bhaiya,” I said and went to their bedroom.
Bhabhi was folding a bedsheet. She was wearing a simple, bright blue Bandhani saree. She looked at me. She smiled and said, “Close the door.”
I closed the door and went closer to her. It was a awkward moment but Bhabhi didn’t look uncomfortable. She smiled at me and said, “Thanks Ronit. I want a child so desperately. I hope everything will be alright between your Bhaiya and me after this.”
“Yes Bhabhi. I hope so,” I said.
“Ok, let’s finish it quickly,” Bhabhi said and lifted her Saree.
I was little taken aback. I was suddenly looking her fair, shapely legs.
She climbed the bed and knelt down. She pulled her Saree forward exposing her bottom. She was not wearing a underwear. Her buttocks and legs were fully exposed. It was a amazing view. The sight of her wide, plump ass turned me into an hungry animal. All my plans about slowly enjoying Bhabhi went out the window. I pulled my shorts down and stood behind her. I didn’t have the patience to remove my t-shirt. I grabbed the sides of her plump ass cheeks and pressed the tip of my cock in the slit of her vagina. Then I pushed. My cock slide smoothly into her wet but tight pussy. Oh! the feeling was so good inside Bhabhi. I control myself anymore. I began fucking her, pumping my cock in and out of her tight, juice filled pussy. I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, banging my crotch on her sexy, fat, bouncing ass. I fucked her faster and harder but I didn’t ejaculated quickly because I had already shagged. Bhabhi dug her face in the bed trying to muffle her moaning sounds because she didn’t want Bhaiya to know that she was loving it. My crotch slammed on her plump, jiggling buttocks, making loud slapping sounds but I didn’t care. I thrust my cock into my beautiful Bhabhi’s cunt repeatedly, fucking her desperately. Grunting and groaning, I pounded her vagina.
I suddenly shuddered and ejaculated inside her. I deposited my entire load inside her. Bhabhi’s face had become red and she was smiling. I was happy but I was also disappointed. I didn’t know if I would get a chance to fuck her again. My cock became limp and I pulled it out. Unable to control myself, I bent down and pecked kisses on both of her ass cheeks. Bhabhi laughed softly.
I put on my shorts and Bhabhi got down from bed. She said, “Thank you,” and adjusted her Saree.
“No problem, Bhabhi. Anytime,” I said.
Bhabhi laughed and said, “Open the door. Your Bhaiya will be waiting.”
I walked away feeling disappointed. I had planned to do so many things with Bhabhi. Worst of all, I didn’t even feel her breasts and suck her nipples. I got carried away by the sight of her beautiful ass and didn’t take time to enjoy her body.
When I went out Bhaiya asked me, “What took you so long?”
“Sorry Bhaiya. I didn’t know how to do it,” I said.
Bhaiya laughed and said. “That’s ok. Just forget that it happened. Nobody should know.”
“Ok Bhaiya,” I said.
I went to my room and had bath. At about 12:30, I heard Bhaiya saying, “Ronit we are going to a friends house.”
I quickly went out. Bhaiya and Bhabhi were ready to go out.
Bhabhi said, “I kept your lunch in the microwave.”
“Ok, Bhabhi,” I said.
After they left, I watched TV in the living room remembering the beautiful sight of Bhabhi’s ass and legs. I passed time hoping I would get a chance to fuck Bhabhi again.
The next couple of days passed slowly. I couldn’t stop thinking about Bhabhi. But Bhabhi and Bhaiya pretended like nothing had happened.
On Monday, Bhaiya went to office and I went to college. I returned home at 4PM as usual. I rang the doorbell and Bhabhi opened the door. She was wearing a white t-shirt and denim shorts. She asked me if I had lunch. I told her I had lunch. She told me to refresh and come to the living room after half an hour because she wanted to talk to me.
I went to my room wondering what she wanted to talk about. I closed the door and removed my clothes. I opened a few pictures videos and pictures of Bhabhi on my laptop and masturbated for her. Then I went to the bathroom and had bath.
After having bath, I changed my clothes and went to the Livingroom. Bhabhi was sitting on the couch and watching TV. She muted the TV and asked, “Did you have bath?”
“Yes Bhabhi,” I said and sat down on the single couch.
“Ronit, I want to talk about what happened between us,” Bhabhi said.
I looked at her guessing she will tell me not to talk about it to anybody but she said, “Every married woman needs children. If I don’t get pregnant, I have to divorce your Bhaiya.”
“But Bhabhi, that’s why we had sex,” I said.
“Ronit, sometimes having sex once is not enough to get pregnant,” Bhabhi said.
“I don’t know what to do Bhabhi. Did you talk with Bhaiya about it?” I asked her.
“I did Ronit,” she said. “He told me to wait for one month. He said, if I don’t get pregnant he will think about what to do next. I can’t keep waiting and I don’t want to argue with him. I want to be 100% sure that I will get pregnant.”
“You will become pregnant, Bhabhi. I don’t have erectile dysfunction,” I said.
“Ronit, some men have low sperm count,” Bhabhi said and shrugged her shoulders.
“I don’t know what to do Bhabhi. Maybe we should wait and find out,” I said.
“Ronit, I told you I am tired of waiting,” she said and smirked.
I didn’t know what to tell her. I just looked at her.
She said, “Ronit, I want you to keep trying to impregnate me till I become pregnant.”
“I’ll try Bhabhi,” I said.
She said, “Good. If I talk with your brother about it, he will just argue with me. I don’t want you to tell him about my plan. Just make me pregnant first. After that he will be happy.”
“Ok Bhabhi,” I said.
Bhabhi laughed and said, “Ok. Come to the bedroom. Let’s try again before your brother comes home.”
I couldn’t believe it. I was super excited.
Bhabhi went to the bedroom and I followed her.
She said, “Remove your clothes.” And, she started removing her clothes.
She quickly removed her t-shirt and shorts, and lied down on the bed. I climbed the bed and lied down on top of her. This time I kissed her lips, squeezed her breasts, sucked her nipples and fucked her missionary style. I ejaculated in her pussy.
After the second time we had sex, Bhabhi and I had sex whenever Bhaiya was not at home. After one month, Bhabhi gave us the good news that she was pregnant.
I had sex with Bhabhi during her pregnancy and kept her happy. She gave birth to a health boy child. Bhabhi and Bhaiya were happy but Bhabhi also wanted a girl child. So my poor Bhaiya requested me to impregnate Bhabhi again. Bhabhi and I continued having sex as usual and she became pregnant again. This time she gave birth to a girl child.
Bhabhi and I are proud of our children. My family is proud of Bhaiya for having good looking and smart children.