The house was quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan and the wet sounds of skin slapping skin. Meera, twenty-eight and still burning from the afternoon heat, had her saree hiked up around her waist while her husbands younger brother, Rohan, drove his thick cock into her from behind.
Fuck, bhabhi, youre dripping, Rohan growled, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. Been waiting all day for this tight pussy.
Meera pushed back against him, her voice hoarse. Shut up and fuck me harder, devar. Your brother wont be home for hours. Fill me up.
Rohan slammed in deeper, the slap of his balls against her ass echoing off the bedroom walls. Meeras breasts swung free, nipples brushing the sheets with every thrust. She reached down and rubbed her clit in quick circles, chasing the orgasm that had been building since breakfast when Rohan had fingered her under the dining table.
A soft knock at the door made them both freeze. Meera? Rohan? Everything okay? It was Priya, Meeras nineteen-year-old cousin who had come to stay for the summer. The door creaked open before either could answer.
Priya stood there in a thin nightie, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. She didnt scream. She just stared at Rohans cock still half-buried in Meeras cunt.
Close the door, Meera said, voice low and steady. Or join us.
Priya hesitated only a second, then stepped inside and locked the bolt. Her nightie hit the floor. Rohan pulled out of Meera with a wet sound and turned, cock glistening. Priya dropped to her knees without being told and took him into her mouth, tasting Meera on him.
Fuck, shes good, Rohan muttered, threading fingers through Priyas hair. Meera lay back on the bed, spread her legs, and watched while fingering herself. Suck him deep, baby. Get him ready to fuck both of us.
Priya gagged but didnt stop, saliva running down her chin. When Rohan pulled her up and bent her over the edge of the bed beside Meera, Priya looked back over her shoulder. Do it. I want to feel what bhabhi feels.
Rohan thrust into her in one smooth stroke. Priya cried out, then moaned as he started pounding. Meera crawled closer, kissed Priya hard, and reached under to rub the younger girls clit while Rohan fucked her. The room filled with the sounds of wet flesh, heavy breathing, and filthy encouragement.
Harder, Meera urged. Make her cum on that cock. Then its my turn again.
Rohan switched between them, pulling out of one dripping pussy to slam into the other, keeping both women on edge. When he finally came, it was deep inside Meera while Priya licked her clit. Meeras orgasm hit like a wave, thighs shaking, voice breaking on Rohans name.
They collapsed in a sweaty tangle, breathing hard. Rohan was already getting hard again, Priyas hand stroking him lazily.
Round two, Meera said, rolling onto her back and pulling Priya on top of her. This time I want to watch you ride him while I sit on your face.
The night stretched long, the three of them moving from bed to floor to shower and back again, every position explored, every hole used, until the first light of dawn crept through the curtains. By then they were spent, bodies marked with bites and fingerprints, the sheets soaked and tangled. No one spoke of stopping. The house was theirs, the secret theirs, and the hunger only grew stronger with every shared moan.
