I had just turned twenty-two when it happened. My older brother Rahul was twenty-five, back from his engineering job in the city for the summer. Our parents were gone for a week visiting relatives in the village, leaving us alone in the big house outside Mumbai. I had always noticed how he looked at me when no one else was around, but that night it turned into something raw and unstoppable.
We were in the living room after dinner, the fan spinning slow overhead. I wore a thin cotton nightie, nothing underneath because of the heat. Rahul sat on the couch in just his shorts, his chest bare and sweaty. He kept glancing at my nipples poking through the fabric.
"Fuck, Priya, stop walking around like that," he said suddenly, his voice low and rough. "You're driving me crazy."
I stopped and turned to him.
"What do you mean?" I asked, but I knew. My pussy was already getting wet from the way his eyes moved over my body.
He stood up, stepped close, and grabbed my wrist. "I mean this." He pulled my hand to his shorts. His cock was hard, thick, and throbbing under the thin material. "I've been jerking off thinking about your tight little desi cunt for years. Sister or not, I need to fuck you."
My heart pounded, but I didn't pull away. Instead I squeezed his dick through the shorts. "Then do it, bhai. Fuck your little sister."
That was all it took. Rahul ripped the nightie off me in one pull, leaving me naked. He shoved me onto the couch, spread my legs, and buried his face between them. His tongue went straight to my clit, licking hard and fast. "Taste so fucking sweet," he growled, then shoved two fingers inside my wet pussy. I moaned loud, grinding against his mouth as he sucked and finger-fucked me.
I reached down and pulled his shorts off. His cock sprang free, long and veined, the head already leaking precum. I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking. "Put it in me," I begged. "Fuck your sister's cunt."
Rahul climbed over me, lined up, and slammed his cock deep in one thrust. I gasped at the stretch. He was bigger than I imagined, filling me completely. He started pounding right away, no slow build-up, just raw hard strokes. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. "Take it, you dirty little slut," he grunted. "Your brother's cock owns this pussy now."
I wrapped my legs around him and met every thrust. "Yes, fuck me harder, Rahul. Cum inside your sister." He grabbed my tits, pinched my nipples, and fucked me faster. Sweat dripped off him onto my stomach. My pussy clenched around him as I came hard, shaking and moaning his name.
He didn't stop. He flipped me onto my hands and knees and took me from behind, gripping my hips and slamming in deep. "Look at this ass," he said, slapping it. "Made for me." His balls slapped against my clit with every thrust. I pushed back, taking every inch.
We moved to the floor, then the kitchen table. He bent me over it and fucked me standing, one hand in my hair, the other rubbing my clit. I came again, screaming. Finally he pulled out, spun me around, and shoved his cock in my mouth. "Swallow it," he ordered. I sucked hard until he groaned and shot thick ropes of cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop like a good sister.
After that night we didn't stop. Every day while our parents were away we fucked in every room, raw and dirty, no holding back. I rode him on the living room floor, he took me in the shower, and once outside under the mango tree at night. He filled my pussy over and over, and I loved every second of it.
By the time our parents returned we had a secret that kept us sneaking around for years. Rahul's cock was the only one I wanted, and he made sure his little sister stayed satisfied.
