Summer Secrets in Pollachi

One summer, while enjoying my break from degree college and still living at home at my mother’s large ancestral house in Pollachi, my brother Karthik and his wife Kavya moved in with us. Karthik had unfortunately been laid off from his managerial job at a local spinning mill, and Kavya was a full-time postgraduate student. They were completely broke and had to stay in our sprawling five-bedroom traditional home until Karthik found another steady job.

I was genuinely excited about having other people around the house to help my mother and me out with the daily chores. The house was simply too big for the two of us to keep up with, and the grounds—three acres of coconut and mango groves—constantly required attention. My mother would not give up the property after my father died, vowing to keep it as the family home for future generations. Karthik, during his free time, was wonderful to Amma. He helped her with the jasmine flower garden and took her shopping to the local market and the temple every week. They expertly handled the household chores, such as cooking and cleaning.

Kavya, on the other hand, helped me out with the heavy upkeep of the grounds, the vegetable patch, and routine household maintenance. Kavya was a fantastic fix-it woman, and she knew a surprising amount about mechanics. She performed routine checkups on the bikes and fixed our crummy old water pump motor several times.

I had never mentioned my being a lesbian to any of them. I knew Amma desperately wanted to have grandchildren, and I was secretly hoping Karthik and Kavya would have children soon so that Amma would be able to handle the shock better when I finally decided to tell her about myself. I never brought my girlfriends around the house, and when relatives asked about boys or marriage, I would simply smile and say that I hadn’t met the “right one” yet. This strategy worked well, and no one seemed overly concerned.

My brother Karthik was tall and slender, with dark hair and a very quiet, steady presence. He was thirty-three. Kavya was twenty-eight, tall and lean with a strong, highly athletic build.

Kavya had long, thick dark hair that she usually kept tied back in a messy bun when she worked outside. She had sharp cheekbones and deep brown eyes that always seemed to notice absolutely everything. She had a warm, dusky golden tan and a slow, confident smile that made something low in my stomach tighten every single time I saw it. She was handsome in a soft, feminine way—defined arms, strong hands, a narrow waist, and hips that filled out her track pants just enough to be incredibly distracting.

She had a very friendly demeanor and was a relentless hard worker, never complaining no matter how tired she became in the humid heat. She managed to keep a positive attitude during Karthik’s stressful job search, handling the pressure remarkably well. They both made a striking couple. They moved into the bedroom opposite from mine on the ground floor, giving Amma complete privacy in her room on the first floor.

I often admired Kavya as she helped me with the yard work. She would sometimes strip off her loose t-shirt while working in the hot sun, exposing the smooth, toned skin of her stomach and the sports bra underneath.

It would drive me absolutely wild watching her work in tight shorts or folded track pants without her shirt, sweat glistening on her dusky skin, and I often had to physically control my staring so I wouldn't get caught.

Late one night, I was awakened by a peculiar, heavy rhythmic sound echoing through the quiet house. I got up and quietly opened my bedroom door. The sound was much louder there in the dark hallway. I saw a thin sliver of light coming from under Karthik and Kavya’s door, and the noise seemed to be coming directly from their heavy wooden bed. I stood frozen in the hallway and listened.

Karthik was making quiet, strained sounds while Kavya’s voice rose and fell in soft, needy whimpers. The rhythmic creaking sound seemed to become much more intense, and as it did, Kavya’s whimpering progressed into a steady, desperate pant. As I listened to their lovemaking, my mind went entirely to her. I imagined Kavya on top of my brother, riding him relentlessly, her strong thighs flexing, her heavy breasts moving with every roll of her hips.

Or maybe Karthik was on top of her, driving into her while she clung to his broad shoulders. Suddenly, I heard Kavya make a sharp, high-pitched cry—and the rhythmic sound of their bodies slapping together increased in violent intensity until Karthik let out a deep, guttural groan. Then, it was completely quiet.

I quietly tiptoed back into my bedroom and gently closed the door. My clit was throbbing painfully, and my underwear was already completely soaked through. I got into bed and immediately touched myself, thinking about Kavya’s strong body moving, the way her voice had broken when she came. I came hard the first time, mentally replaying every single sound I had heard through the door. I came again, vividly imagining her head thrown back against the pillows, her thick thighs shaking. I kept going until I was oversensitive and physically shaking, then finally fell into a restless, heat-filled sleep.

The next morning, Amma had to catch an early morning passenger train to go visit an old, ailing relative in Palakkad for a week. Karthik offered to give her a ride to the railway station on his bike.

They got up very early, making a commotion in the kitchen with the steel tumblers, which woke me up. I lay silently in bed and listened to them gather up their things, and I heard the heavy front door close as they left.

Kavya and I were completely alone in the large house, and my brother wouldn’t be home until six or seven that evening since he had some interviews lined up in Coimbatore city. This would be the very first time Kavya and I would be entirely alone together for a whole day.

My body began to react immediately as I lay in bed, vividly imagining Kavya coming into my room, still smelling of raw sex from the night before, looking at me with that knowing half-smile. Kavya was lying asleep, almost certainly nude, only a few feet away from me across the hall. She was so incredibly close, and yet I felt I could not have her. She was married to my own brother. It frustrated me deeply. I desperately wanted to feel the weight of her strong body against mine, the heat of her skin, the strength in her hands.

I wanted to feel the soft, wet heat between her legs. I realized I was just torturing myself, and I decided to get up and use the bathroom at the end of the hallway.

I slipped on a pair of soft cotton shorts and a thin tank top and opened my door. I noticed that Karthik had left their bedroom door slightly ajar in his hurry, exposing Kavya fast asleep in their bed. Her thick dark hair was spread wildly across the pillow, and the cotton blankets had slipped down enough to show one smooth, dusky leg and the sharp curve of her hip. She was breathing softly. My heart practically jumped into my throat at the sight of her.

My thoughts instantly went back to the night before, and I tried to picture Kavya on top of my brother, grinding down on him, or underneath him with her strong legs wrapped around his waist, while the heavy teakwood headboard slapped against the wall making that peculiar rhythmic sound. He must have been fucking her very hard to make it do that, as I noticed the bed had plenty of clearance from the wall.

I realized I was already slick and wet again, my nipples hard and painfully tight against the thin fabric of my tank top. After using the toilet, I decided to take a cold shower and get dressed. As I showered, my thoughts went right back to Kavya once again. I tried to figure out a realistic way to get her interested in me. Just thinking about her made my entire body ache.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom and surveyed my body as I dried myself off with a soft towel. I admired my thick black hair, wet and combed back from my face, exposing my high cheekbones that were rosy from the heat of the humid morning; my soft mouth; my smooth wheatish skin; my small but firm breasts with tight dark pink nipples; the narrow waist and gentle flare of my hips; the soft, neat thatch of hair between my legs.

I turned around and glanced at the firm curve of my ass. It was great to be young and pretty. With a towel wrapped securely around me, I emerged from the bathroom.

I made my way to the kitchen, glancing in at Kavya on the way, who was still fast asleep. I prepared some strong South Indian filter coffee, and soon the rich, roasted smell of it filled the room. I sat down at the dining table and tried to become engrossed in reading the morning newspaper.

About half an hour later, I heard a rustling sound and the soft thud of footsteps. It was Kavya getting up. She walked casually into the kitchen, yawning loudly and scratching the back of her neck. Her hair was messy and wild. She was wearing only an oversized dark T-shirt that stopped high on her thighs, and it was glaringly obvious she had absolutely nothing on underneath. She looked tired, and rightly so given the noises from last night.

"You’re up early," she said, her voice husky with sleep, squinting at the wall clock over the refrigerator.

"The others woke me up," I said, smiling politely, as my eyes forced themselves to return to the paper.

"They’ve left. Amma is probably on her train by now," Kavya said as she poured herself a stainless steel tumbler of coffee.

She took the hot tumbler and made her way to the bathroom, closing the door. A little while later, I heard her go back into her room. Realizing I was still only wearing a towel, I got up and went to my bedroom to get dressed. On the way, I noticed Kavya was sitting up in bed, smoking a cigarette, and she seemed to be deeply engrossed in thought. She glanced at me as I passed by the open door. A few minutes later she called out to me, asking, "You got any cigarettes, Archana? I’m all out."

I found my hidden pack of Classic Milds and took it to her room.

As I walked toward the edge of the bed, I stepped on something lying on the traditional woven rug. It stuck to my bare foot. I reached down and turned my leg around to examine it. I had stepped directly on a sticky, used condom.

"What the hell..." I said, peeling the latex off my heel with two fingers.

Kavya looked down at it and grinned unapologetically. "Uh… that’s mine. Sorry."

I noticed an open pack of condoms resting on the wooden nightstand next to her. Kavya reached out for the pack of cigarettes which I handed to her.

"You use these?" I asked, trying desperately to sound casual and unaffected.

"Don’t wanna make a mistake now and get pregnant while Karthik is still unemployed, do I?" she replied smoothly, lighting up a cigarette. "Here, sit down before that towel falls off," she said, moving over on the mattress while grinning at me.

I looked down at my towel and noticed how glaringly obvious it was that I was turned on—my nipples were tight and pushing against the terrycloth, and the towel clung damply right between my thighs.

"You ever use ’em?" she asked, blowing a stream of smoke.

I felt a sharp, intense pulse of heat between my legs when she asked that. She definitely knew I was turned on, and I wondered what exactly she was thinking.

"Never needed to," I answered, looking down at the sticky condom still in my hand. I noticed it still contained a good amount of fluid.

Without even thinking, I began to rub the sticky latex between my fingers.

"You like playing with that?" she asked softly, her eyes darkening. "You never put one on a toy or anything?"

"No, never have. Never thought of it," I replied, finally looking up at her.

"Go ahead, try one. They go on easy when you’re ready." She took a fresh condom out of the pack and handed the square wrapper to me. "Just open it up and slip it over your fingers, or over a toy, like this."

Kavya slowly pushed the cotton bedsheet lower, exposing her lower half completely. She was already slick and wet, her dark nipples tight against the oversized shirt, a neat, trimmed triangle of hair between her thighs. She slipped two fingers inside herself slowly, watching my face the whole time. I almost came right then just from watching her do it, but I decided to proceed with caution, as I still wasn’t entirely sure Kavya wanted what I desperately wanted.

I could smell the warm, heavy musky scent of her arousal as I sat with her on the exact same bed that, only a few hours before, had been the scene of her intense lovemaking with my brother.

I slowly removed my towel, letting it drop to the floor. Kavya watched my naked body with dark, highly interested eyes.

"Wanna get off?" she asked quietly, looking deeply into my eyes. "Looks like we’re both more than ready. Do you want to, with me?"

"Ah... yes," I sighed, my voice already rough and breathy. "I’ve been wanting to for hours now."

"You ever messed around with a girl before?" Kavya asked, her hand still slowly moving her slick fingers inside herself.

"Yeah. Many times. I like to," I said honestly, moving closer to her on the mattress.

Kavya grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. "I’ve been with a couple of girls back in college. I’m very open-minded."

She sat up and pulled the rest of the sheet entirely off the bed. "Would you like to taste me?"

I reached over and felt exactly how hot and slick she was. I stroked her wet folds slowly while she watched my face intently. Kavya murmured, "Mmm... yeah… exactly like that…"

My ultimate wish had come true. I moved down between her strong, athletic thighs and gently replaced her fingers with my mouth. Kavya’s taste was incredibly clean and slightly musky. I licked her open slowly at first, tasting her fully, then focused entirely on her clit, circling it with the very tip of my tongue while I eased two fingers inside her wetness. Kavya moaned loudly and began to roll her hips into my face.

I continued to tease her sensitive clit with my tongue while I curled my fingers against the exact spot inside that made her breath catch. Kavya spread her legs much wider and began to really get into it. I began to work her more firmly, sucking gently on her hood, moving my fingers in and out in a steady, wet rhythm. Her heavy sighs of pleasure increased rapidly, and she began to breathe heavily, her chest heaving.

"Ha... yeah… you know exactly how…" she murmured as she thrust her hips up aggressively to meet my mouth.

I ran my other hand up over her toned stomach and played with her tight, dark nipples while I sucked her. She placed her strong hands on my head and massaged my scalp with her fingers as I worked her into a frenzy. I was completely, utterly focused on her pleasure. I increased the pressure, sucking much harder, curling my fingers deeper inside her. Kavya’s eyes were squeezed closed, and she rolled her head from side to side on the pillow while she pushed up against my wet mouth. After a while, I felt her start to tighten and pulse around my fingers.

"Get up," Kavya said suddenly, lifting my head by my hair. "I want to do it this way. You sit up like I was. Prop your back against the headboard."

I did so eagerly, and Kavya got back on the bed. On her knees, she moved between my legs, pushed my thighs open, and lowered her hot mouth directly onto me.

The absolute second her tongue touched my wetness, I moaned loudly. She licked me with highly focused, almost greedy attention—slow and agonizing at first, then much faster and firmer when she felt my thighs start to tremble uncontrollably. While she ate me out, she reached up and played with my breasts, pinching my sensitive nipples lightly. I was already so incredibly close.

I began to touch her at the exact same time, sliding my fingers back inside her slick cunt while she ruthlessly sucked on my clit. Kavya’s hips started moving and grinding against my hand. She kept her mouth firmly locked on me, licking and sucking relentlessly until I came incredibly hard, shaking violently, my thighs clamping tightly around her head. She followed right after me, pulsing violently around my fingers with a low, broken sound.

Our bodies completely spent, Kavya and I lay in the messy bed quietly, slowly regaining our breath. Then Kavya rolled onto her side, hooked one strong leg over mine, and pressed her soaking wet cunt flush against me. She shifted her hips until our clits lined up perfectly, slick and hot.

She started grinding in slow, deliberate, filthy circles. The friction was immediate and intense—soft folds sliding over soft folds, her wetness mixing completely with mine. I hooked my leg tightly around her hip and met her thrusts, our bodies locking into a tight, rolling rhythm. Kavya’s breath hitched every single time our clits caught and dragged against each other. She gripped my ass cheeks and pulled me much harder against her, grinding deeper, the wet, slapping sounds of our tribbing filling the quiet room.

I came again with a sharp, echoing cry, shaking helplessly against her, and she followed mere seconds later, grinding fiercely through it until we were both trembling and covered in slick juices.

Kavya reached for her steel coffee tumbler on the nightstand and took a sip. "Cold. Come on, let’s get some fresh coffee and have a smoke on the back verandah."

Kavya got up and went to her wooden dresser drawer. She sifted through a pile of clothes and produced a small cloth pouch. "You smoke weed?" she asked, continuing to search for something else in the drawer.

"Yeah, when I can get it," I answered with genuine interest. I didn’t know Kavya liked marijuana, and I’d never seen her use it. It was quite a pleasant surprise.

"Karthik and I smoke it once in a while when we want to just kick back. We’ve had some really hot times when we were high."

I began to get excited all over again, wondering what plans she had next for me. Kavya found a pack of rolling papers and closed the drawer. She picked up her oversized T-shirt and pulled it back on. "Let’s get that coffee," she said, and we left the bedroom. On the way to the kitchen, I put on my cotton shorts and tank top again.

When I got to the kitchen, Kavya had poured a fresh tumbler of coffee for me and left it on the granite counter. She was outside, sitting on the back verandah steps overlooking the coconut trees, rolling a joint when I stepped out. It was going to be a beautiful, warm day, I thought, as I glanced across the expansive green yard.

My eyes looked down at Kavya sitting on the stone steps, the oversized T-shirt riding dangerously high on her thighs. I scanned over her tanned, strong body. She was the hottest woman I’d ever seen in my life, and I had just had her taste in my mouth. The warm morning sun shone on her skin, making it glow. I sat down next to her and sipped my hot filter coffee.

Kavya wet the paper with her lips and rolled the joint tight. She lit it, took a deep drag, and passed it to me. I inhaled the pungent smoke and noticed it was very strong and of top quality, likely sourced locally. I knew it would hit me fast, and I waited for the heavy smoke to take effect.

"This is good shit. Couple of hits and you’re fucked up," Kavya said, exhaling thick smoke between words. I tried to imagine what my quiet brother was like when he was high and smiled to myself.

"Gotta mow the lawn again," Kavya said as she surveyed the wild yard. She looked at me and smiled warmly. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking to myself," I replied, looking deeply into her dark eyes.

"You thinking about what we just did?" Kavya asked, sliding her hand casually up under her T-shirt. "You want more?" she continued, and I could clearly see she was already touching her wetness again.

I knew we were both getting high and she was already slick again. "Let’s go back in," I said, reaching over to touch her firm thigh.

"Sounds good to me," Kavya replied. We got up and went inside. Kavya led me to the bedroom again. She went over to one of the nightstands and opened a lower drawer. She retrieved a highly realistic strap-on harness with a thick silicone cock already attached to it, and a bottle of lube, and said, "Let’s go upstairs, to the maadi room."

We climbed the stairs reaching the terrace room on top of the house. Kavya opened the wooden door, and we went in. The room was filled with bright, sunny morning light flowing in from the windows.

The room contained an old writing desk, a daybed, and a large, soft woven rug. Kavya closed and securely locked the door. She stripped off her T-shirt and walked over to me, her body completely bare.

"You know what this is?" she asked, holding up the leather harness.

"Yeah," I sighed, my voice already unsteady with anticipation.

"It makes everything feel a lot more intense. Watch."

Kavya stepped expertly into the harness and tightened the leather straps around her hips and thighs. The thick silicone cock jutted out proudly from her body. She poured lube into her palm and stroked it slowly until it glistened, watching my reaction the whole time. Her own wetness was highly visible between her legs.

"Let’s get down on the rug," she commanded softly.

I pulled my clothes off quickly and lay down on the rug on my back, putting my arms behind my head. Kavya stood above me, looking down like a predator. My heart was beating very hard as I ran my eyes over her strong, tanned body.

I admired her breasts, the defined muscles in her stomach and thighs, and the thick cock standing out from her hips. Kavya knelt before me and raised my legs high into the air. Holding both of my legs with one hand, she began to massage my wet entrance with her other hand. Her warm fingers felt incredibly good, and I closed my eyes with pure pleasure.

She rubbed me for several minutes and then stopped. Kavya lowered her face between my legs and began to run her tongue over me, slow and incredibly thorough. The wet sensation made me gasp loudly. She licked me harder, then focused purely on my clit, sucking gently while she slid two fingers deep inside me. It felt so good. She held my legs back with her strong hands and pressed her face in hard, working me relentlessly with her tongue and fingers until my legs were shaking.

Kavya raised her head and reached for the bottle of lube. She squeezed out more of the slick fluid, rubbed it generously over the silicone cock, and then gently guided the thick head against my entrance.

"I’m going to fuck you now," she said softly, her tone dark.

She looked into my eyes with such raw intensity that it startled me. She was going to fuck me the exact way she had been fucked the night before—or the way she had brutally ridden my brother. I wondered if I was going to be able to take the thick cock easily. Kavya slowly pushed the head inside. I felt a sharp stretch as she entered me. She inched it in and out very gently so that my body could get used to the girth. Kavya groaned loudly as she began to push much deeper. I began to relax, and the initial stretch turned into a deep, incredibly full pressure.

She held my legs down to my chest and began to thrust the cock deeper and deeper into me. It felt absolutely enormous. Kavya positioned her knees on the floor and raised my upper body up, with the cock still buried inside me, so that my ass rested heavily on her strong thighs. In this position, sitting on her lap, with the cock completely inside me, she began to pump.

She pumped me in and out with a steady, relentless rhythm. I was face to face with her, and she held my back securely with her hands. The cock moved in and out like a piston, and I squeezed my inner muscles around it. I held onto Kavya’s back with my hands, and she buried her face in my neck. Kavya moved her hands down my back and grabbed my ass aggressively.

She raised me up and down on the cock. We clung tightly together, and our movements rapidly intensified. Kavya and I began to perspire heavily as we fucked. She kissed me roughly on the mouth and sucked hard on my neck. I looked down between us to see the thick, slick cock disappearing into me over and over again.

Suddenly, Kavya picked me up entirely, with my legs wrapped securely around her waist and the cock still buried deep inside me. I held onto her neck for dear life. She walked over to a blank wall and pressed my back up against it. With my legs firmly wrapped around her, she forcefully thrust up into me.

She was moaning and breathing heavily. Our bodies were sticky with sweat. I heard the loud sound of her hips slapping against me as she fucked me incredibly hard. I looked down over her shoulder and saw her strong, athletic legs driving into me relentlessly. Without anyone even touching my clit, I began to come. Thick, blinding waves of pleasure rolled through me, my vaginal walls clamping hard around the cock, while Kavya continued her relentless, brutal thrusting.

"Ah—fuck—yes—" Kavya gasped wetly into my ear as she began to reach her own intense orgasm. With deep, rapid thrusts she ground against me, her whole body shuddering violently as she came. I felt her tremble and heard the broken, animal sounds she made. Perspiration dripped from her forehead as she groaned with the sheer force of it.

Kavya slowly stopped her pumping motion and gently lowered my feet to the floor. I felt how incredibly wet I was as the thick cock slipped out of me. I stood against the wall and closed my eyes, desperately trying to regain my breath.

Kavya walked over to the daybed and dropped heavily onto it. A few minutes later she got up, unbuckled the wet harness, tossing it aside, and came over to me. She pulled me down onto the soft rug with her, spreading my thighs wide with her own.

She lined us up again, cunt to cunt, and started grinding hard and dirty—scissoring me with long, rolling strokes that made our swollen clits slap and slide together. The wet heat of it was completely overwhelming. Kavya braced one hand on the floor beside my head and used the other to hold my hip, forcing our sweaty bodies tighter together so every grind dragged our swollen, slick folds across each other.

I arched up to meet her, perfectly matching her rhythm, the friction building fast and filthy until we were both gasping for air and shaking. Kavya came first this time, grinding through it with a low, broken moan, her wetness flooding hotly against me. The intense feel of her pulsing against my highly sensitive clit dragged me right over the edge after her.

She collapsed next to me, her chest heaving, and looked deeply into my eyes, genuinely concerned. "You okay, Archana?"

"Mmm... I’m alright. That was literally the best fuck of my entire life, and I’m still completely dazed," I replied, smiling lazily.

Kavya’s low, throaty laugh made me laugh too, and we both lay down on the soft rug and looked up at the ceiling. The warm sun bathed us in golden light, and I felt completely at peace lying there naked with her.

Kavya and I enjoyed infrequent, incredibly passionate sex over the ensuing years, always being careful without ever letting it jeopardize her marriage with my brother. Our explosive secret encounters in that Pollachi house were never discovered.