One Night Stand

My name is Neha. I am 19 years old and study in Mumbai. I live with my parents and elder brother in a flat. I love my family, especially my brother; he is 25 years old, handsome and efficient in whatever he does. I have always idolized him in whatever I do. He explains me small, little things of life and the best thing about him is that he doesn’t treat me like a kid. He trusts my decisions and I used to trust his, till the day he got married.

My brother Rahul fell in love with a girl from his office and got married to her. I didn’t like his wife as I always believed that my brother deserved a better girl. His wife was average looking, and was not a very efficient home maker. After she came to our house, slowly a distance crept between my brother and me. We used to talk less often, as he was busy with his wife. Though my brother, my best friend, had made a distance from me, I could sense that he was happy – always smiling and making some plans with his wife. Often I felt like talking to him, but controlled myself as I felt it was best to let him enjoy his new life.

One day due to official purpose, my brother went to Delhi and Bhabhi was going to office alone. That morning, I had a big fight with her over a small issue. I used that time to take out my frustration and said a lot of bad things to her. She went to office crying. After she went, I was a bit scared as to what will happen when my brother Rahul will return. Brushing aside my fears, I went to college.

When I returned, I got the most horrible news of my life. My Bhabhi died in an accident. I saw my Rahul from the corner of my eye. He had returned and was crying like a baby. My stomach gave a big twist and my heart skipped several beats when I remembered my conversation with Bhabhi in the morning. Was she thinking about me and my words while crossing the road? Am I the reason for her death?

I couldn’t sleep for whole 2 nights. My mom sensed my fears and consoled me. She promised me that she would never tell Rahul bhaiya about this incident. But I still blamed myself for this loss. Rahul Bhaiya refused for a second marriage and tried to tell us that he is okay.

Time went by and after 6 months I opted for a modeling assignment during my summer vacations. Every morning, I used to go to a nearby studio, where I got myself clicked for small, local ad shoots. I got friends with many photographers and event managers and started dreaming of becoming a big model some day. I met there with a very charming event manager, and in few days he became my boyfriend. In the mean time, my brother was fully engrossed in work and got promoted.

Though everything was going smooth in our lives, both of us weren’t happy from our heart. Both of us started drinking after our work hours; my brother started to often come late back home and I used to hang out with my boyfriend, drinking and spending nights with him. I was still accusing myself of taking my brother’s happiness. He was alone because of me.

After one of my photo shoots on Friday night, I came back home, drunk. I looked myself in mirror and saw a very fair, beautiful, and sexy girl of 34-26-34. I was wearing a sleeveless white cotton shirt. First two buttons of my shirt were open and heavy boobs were trying to pop out from the tight bra and shirt. I could see the shape of my erect nipples inside my top. I had long and slender legs and tight buttock.

I removed my earrings, placed them on dressing table and closed the door. I ensured that the window is properly curtained and then slowly opened the button of my tight blue jeans. The zip of jeans was down with a quick sound and I came out of it. I saw myself in mirror again, beautiful sexy thighs, fair toned legs, and white, soft, and silky underwear.

Suddenly there was knock on the door. I quickly wrapped a white towel over my legs till my knees and opened the door. Rahul was standing on the door, he was in office suit and looked disturbed. I asked him to come in. He looked at me once quickly from top to bottom and then moved away his face while coming in. When he was in, I could smell that he was drunk too. I closed the door so that mom-dad don’t see us heavily drunk at this hour of night. He laid down on the sofa.

“You haven’t slept yet?” he asked. “I was about to sleep, came late from my shoot”.

“Oh yes, your shoot, how is it all going. Is it really worth doing?” bhaiya asked looking at me. “Yes it is bhaiya. All are very nice and cooperative. I have got an assignment as the face for a beauty parlor chain” I said. Despite being drunk, both of us were enjoying catching up with each other after a long time. We chatted about my assignments, his office and other things when topic came to bhabhi.

He suddenly stopped talking and became silent. I went up to him and sat beside him on the couch. The towel was short in length and my right leg thighs were visible when I sat. I hold the towel with one hand and put my other hand on his shoulder “Do you still miss her bhahiya, you loved her a lot na.”

He had tears in his eyes. “Can you please get a drink for me Neha?”, he said, probably wanting me to go away so that he can get a moment or two alone. “Sure” and went to get a drink for him. While preparing his drink, all thoughts of that morning of my fight with my bhabhi came flashing to my mind. I thought of telling him everything, it was getting too much for me to keep.

I prepared 2 large drinks of Antiquity, one for each of us and went back to the room. He was now lying on the sofa, using my jeans as a pillow. “hey it’s my jeans”, I said to liven up the atmosphere. “give me that towel then, it will make a better pillow”, he responded. I threw a pillow from bed to him and smiled. “You will drink as well, my sis got older?” he asked. I knew he didn’t mind me doing such things as he always appreciated me doing stuff not meant for children.

I sat beside him on the sofa and again with one hand, tried to cover my thighs with towel. He looked at me doing this for a moment and then ignoring it he lifted his glass. We both started sipping and after a couple of sips, I finally got the courage “Bhaiya, I want to tell you something.” He stopped drinking and looked in my tearful eyes.

What’s the matter? Are those studio people not treating you right?” he asked with care in his trembling voice. “Not that bhaiya” and I broke off, crying. He placed his glass on the table and held my face “What happened Neha?”. I told her everything; slowly his grip from my face loosened and his expressions changed. “I’m guilty bhaiya, I am so sorry, it all happened because of me. Please forgive me”. I pleaded.

“It’s not because of you Neha, it just happened. She might have been careless while crossing the road. Don’t accuse yourself for this. Whatever is written, happens. You are not guilty” he declared. I stopped crying for a moment and looked in his eyes. He meant what he said. He opened his arms and I went in it. We remained hugged for a long time, saying nothing. It was a soft hug, he had kept his hands on my back and I had hugged him with both hands over his shoulders. After sometime, we released each other and lifted our glasses again.

I was feeling a lot lighter after sharing everything and knowing that Rahul doesn’t think I am guilty. I completed my drink in one sip and Rahul did the same. “But still bhaiya, you are so alone in life, why don’t you marry again?” I asked. “I can’t love anyone again. Besides that, I’m OK, please don’t force me for second marriage”. He removed his coat and opened the first two buttons of his shirt to be comfortable after drinking.

“Lie down on bed, be comfortable” I said, trying to lift him up from the sofa. He was lying on the sofa and I was half bent on him, trying to pull him up. He placed one hand on my head and looked into my eyes “you love me a lot na Neha, you are mad, all this time you were accusing yourself of all this” saying this he kissed on my forehead and I closed my eyes. His warmth, the warmth of a person who loved me, who just forgave me and released me from a huge pressure, was amazing. I kept my eyes closed and remained bent towards him.

He kissed me again, on my cheek this time. I bended more towards him, letting my loose hair fall on his face. My legs were on ground and my body was slowly bending towards him, hugging him, feeling the warmth of love. He placed his hands on my back and I lifted my legs and placed it on the sofa, alongside Rahul.

A strange thought crossed my mind, I can’t bring his wife back, but I can give him happiness and pleasure for one night like a wife. I don’t know what made me think so but the thought made my legs stiffened and built a tension in my vagina. It increased my breath rate and it was audible to Rahul. He stopped hugging me and pushed me slightly back, maybe his better sense prevailed. I knew from my experience that this is the moment, if we talk, it was all over. Somehow I had to stop him from saying anything.

I lifted myself just a bit and softly bit on his ears and placed my one hand over his trousers on his penis, softly. I knew he hasn’t had any sex for six months and my this move would take him by surprise. Then I blew soft air in his other ear and he gave a faint smile with closed eyes. Then I slid my other hand under his shirt and massaged his heavy chest. He kept his eyes closed all through. After few playing with his chest for few moments,

I shifted myself and laid down on him and started kissing him madly. For a moment I thought, what am I doing, but looking at his face, I knew he deserved all the love in this world and I was committed to give it to him. I took his hand and placed it on my thigh, helping him shift the white towel I was wearing. He slowly placed his hand on my soft, fair and nude thighs. “What are you doing Neha?” he broke his silence. Cautious, this could lead to an end of this night, I said to myself.

I had to make him horny so that he gets the pleasure he deserves. “I want you to see me nude Rahul, I want you to kiss my beautiful body”, I used his name to get the effect. He was speechless again, shocked to say anything. Without saying anything I stood up in front of him and let my towel fall down.

I was standing in white panty, and white top in front of him. My legs and thighs were completely nude and he had no option but to look at me from bottom to top. I then placed my right leg on his chest, teasing him. I made slight movement on his chest with my soft foot, slowly exploring his body from my foot and balancing myself on one leg. Then I came close to him and opened the rest of the buttons of his shirt and planted a soft, wet kiss on his lips. I could hear his breath.

I teased him more, by softly kissing his penis over the trousers; I was prepared to become a slut for him. He was getting a huge bulge now, I hold his pennies and squeezed it. He got hold of my hair and pulled it towards his face “what the fuck are you doing?” he said, pulling my hair strongly. Despite being in pain, I was determined to make him horny and said “I have a soft and pink vagina bhaiya, I have already been fucked many times by two of my boyfriends, you can fuck me tonight too, my body is all yours.”

He slapped me hard on my face and I fell down on the red carpet. I kept lying down for few moments, with my face towards the floor. My top was lifted till my bra hook from back and I was sure I was looking sexy. I gave him some time to look at my sexy back and legs without having the tension of his sister looking at him. After a few moments he said “Neha, you alright?”. I didn’t answer and kept my eyes closed as if I am unconscious.

He lifted me and placed me on the bed. He kissed on my cheek where he had slapped me and he turned to leave. I hold his hand and said “bhaiya, please don’t go, it’s just for one night, I want to give you my body and try to repay what I have taken from you”. He looked at me for a moment, slowly, from top to bottom at my half nude body and I felt a shiver. He then opened the belt of his trouser and then in moments slid it down.

“I’ll have it my way” he said and tore down my shirt from one side, revealing my strapless bra. “You could have opened the buttons, it was such a nice top” I protested and he slapped me again. He was now on top of me and his lips on mine, his tongue playing with my tongue and we exchanged saliva for many minutes. He kept his lips on mine and with his hands he was playing with my breasts.

He slid his hands inside my bra and touched my nipples. I let out a breath and for a moment our lips separated. He tore the other side of my top as well like it was the softest thing in the world and threw it away on floor. I was now only on bra and underwear. I knew I was looking too beautiful, I was fair and had a wonderful figure. He kept looking at my body like a thirsty man.

“What are you looking at bhaiya?” I teased him further. He started kissing my body like mads from top to bottom. He kissed me on my tummy, on my back and I loved when he did it on my neck. “Open your bra” he ordered and to tease him I flatly refused “I am your younger sister, I can’t do that. Besides that, my boobs are too soft and you handle things roughly”.

“Bitch, you can show your sexy body to your boyfriends, now show it to me, I’ll fuck you the hardest and the longest” these words of him had a profound effect on me and I gave up. I sat up on the bed and showed my back to him so that he could unhook the bra. He instead choose to tear it from back. And make me topless.

My soft boobs were hanging down. He turned me to face him and my eyes couldn’t face my bhaiya. He looked at my well developed and soft fair boobs and immediately put one in mouth. He played with my nipples by licking it with his tongue. Then he squeezed my nipple and licked the other nipple with tongue. I was going mad.

He touched every inch of my body and explored every area. He then slowly pushed his underwear down and I saw a 9 inch big penis. It was broad and erect. Then he looked down at my white, silk underwear and with his both hands pulled it down making me completely nude. My pussy was shaved and soft. He separated the openings and slid his tongue inside the pink area, licking it and driving me mad. He did it for some time, making me completely wet.

I chained his body from both my legs while he was busy with his sister’s vagina. Then just when I was about to cum, he stopped and looked at me. “You are my slave tonight, do an oral for me.” I had never taken any penis in mouth till date but I was determined to do it tonight, for my brother.

I pulled the foreskin of his penis back and took it in mouth. It felt salty at first and I took it out. “Keep doing Neha” he ordered and this time I never stopped. I took it in my mouth completely and gave it to and fro motions. I licked the head of penis with my tongue and he was going mad, pulling my hair and digging his nails to my body. I, never mind the pain, continued like a slut.

Just when he was about to come, he stopped me and order me to lie down. I obeyed, and spread my legs like an eagle, giving him an opening to enter me. He looked at my vagina and eagle-like spread legs and kissed the pussy again before entering. “I want you to cum inside me bhaiya and fuck me as hard as you can.

He pushed his organ inside me and I held his body tightly with my legs. We were one now, he started slowly, and then increased his jerks. In and out he came and touched every area inside my pussy. He was rough and kept doing it for 15 minutes, I was responding to him in rhythm. And then he came inside me like a splash of hot liquid. It was a lot and was leaking outside my pussy. We kept hugging each other and lying together, nude for the whole night.