I slammed the door behind me after the long bus ride from the city. The old ancestral house in the village smelled like spices and sweat, the way it always did during summer. My younger sister Priya was already there, standing in the kitchen in a thin cotton salwar that clung to her heavy tits and wide hips. She was twenty-two now, all grown up, with that same shy smile but eyes that lingered too long on my crotch.
" Bhaiya, you look tired," she said, her voice soft but thick with something else. "Come, I'll give you a massage."
I didn't wait for small talk. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the back room where the charpai sat under the fan. "Lock the door," I growled. She did it without question, her ass jiggling as she turned the bolt. The second she faced me I yanked her salwar down. No panties. Her smooth desi pussy was already glistening, lips puffy and wet.
"Fuck, you've been waiting for this," I muttered, shoving two fingers straight into her tight cunt. She gasped, knees buckling, but pushed back onto my hand like a slut. "Bhaiya… please, just like last time."
Last time had been quick and rough behind the temple. This time I wanted to ruin her properly. I ripped her kurta open, freeing those big brown tits with dark nipples already hard. I sucked one into my mouth hard while finger-fucking her faster, thumb rubbing her swollen clit. Priya moaned loud, not caring if anyone outside heard. Her juices ran down my wrist.
I pushed her onto the bed and dropped my pants. My thick cock sprang out, veiny and leaking. She stared at it like always, licking her lips. "Suck it," I ordered. She crawled forward on all fours and took me deep, gagging when I thrust into her throat. Spit dripped from her chin onto her tits as she bobbed, slurping noisily like the dirty girl she was for her own brother.
When I couldn't take it anymore I flipped her onto her back, spread her thick thighs wide, and slammed my cock balls-deep into her soaking pussy in one thrust. She cried out, nails digging into my back. "Yes bhaiya, fuck your sister's cunt! Stretch me!"
I pounded her hard, the charpai creaking under us. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, hot and wet, making filthy squelching sounds with every stroke. I slapped her tits, pinched her nipples, called her my personal randi. She loved it, wrapping her legs around me and begging for more.
"Cum inside me this time. Fill your sister's womb."
Sweat poured off us in the humid room. I flipped her onto all fours and took her from behind, watching her fat ass ripple as I drilled her. My balls slapped her clit with every thrust. She reached back and spread her cheeks, showing me her tight asshole. "Next time there too," she panted. I spat on it and pushed a thumb in while still fucking her cunt raw.
Priya came first, screaming into the pillow, her pussy spasming and squirting around my cock. The feeling pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded thick ropes of cum deep inside her, pumping until it leaked out around my shaft. We collapsed together, my cock still twitching inside her.
Later, after we cleaned up with a wet cloth, she curled against me. "Bhaiya, when you go back to the city, take me with you. I don't care what anyone says. I need this cock every night."
I kissed her forehead and squeezed her ass. "Pack your bags tonight. This is just the beginning."
