My name is Sameer and this story is about me and my widow bhabhi. Now only we two were living in our house because our parents had passed away two years ago. One year after that, my brother got married and we became three in the house. My brother often went out of the city for work and it took a lot of time for him to return. My bhabhi was a good and decent woman, her figure was 38-28-38. When she walked, her gaand looked so tempting that anyone would want to fuck it.

Just six months after the marriage, my brother had an accident and he died in it. From that shock, bhabhi became a bit mad. Now all the responsibility of the house came on me. I left my studies and started a job. Soon I got bhabhi treated and she became fine. Then bhabhi’s family talked about her second marriage, but she refused because she knew if she got married again, I would be left alone. That’s why she didn’t remarry and we started living happily together.