The house was quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan in Priya’s room. At twenty-two she still lived at home, like most unmarried daughters in their extended family compound in Mumbai. Her brother Rohan, twenty-four, had come back from his engineering job in Pune for the weekend. Their parents were away at a wedding in the village for three days. The servants had the night off.
Priya lay on her bed in a thin cotton nightie, scrolling her phone. The heat made the fabric stick to her skin. She heard the door open and knew it was Rohan without looking up.
“You’re still awake,” he said. His voice was low, rough from the long train ride.
She looked at him. He wore only loose pajama bottoms, chest bare, the same broad shoulders she had watched grow heavier over the years. “Couldn’t sleep. Too hot.”
Rohan closed the door behind him. The lock clicked. “Me neither.” He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. His hand landed on her bare calf, fingers sliding up slowly. “You’ve been walking around in these little things all evening. You know what that does to me.”
Priya’s breath caught. They had been circling this for months—stolen glances, accidental touches that lasted too long. Tonight the house was empty and the air between them had finally snapped.
She set the phone aside. “Then do something about it.”
Rohan’s hand moved higher, pushing the nightie up her thighs until her panties showed. He hooked a finger under the edge and tugged them down in one motion. “Spread your legs for your brother.”
She did. He leaned in and licked her without warning, tongue flat and hungry against her cunt. Priya’s hips jerked. His hands gripped her thighs hard enough to leave marks as he ate her, sucking her clit, pushing two fingers inside her and curling them. She came fast, biting her wrist to stay quiet, thighs shaking around his head.
Rohan stood, shoved his pajamas down. His cock was thick and already leaking. He climbed onto the bed, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up. “I’ve wanted to fuck this pussy for years,” he muttered, lining up and pushing in deep with one thrust.
Priya gasped into the pillow. He didn’t wait. He fucked her hard, the slap of skin loud in the quiet room, one hand fisted in her long hair, the other reaching under to rub her clit again. “Take it,” he growled. “Take your brother’s cock like the dirty girl you are.”
She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. “Harder. Fuck me harder, bhai.”
He pulled out, flipped her again, and drove back in, this time watching her face. Sweat ran down his chest onto her breasts. He pinched her nipples, bent to suck one while he pounded her. Priya wrapped her legs around his waist and came again, clenching around him.
Rohan groaned, pulled out at the last second, and stroked himself over her stomach, thick ropes of cum painting her skin. He rubbed it in with his fingers, then pushed two cum-slick fingers into her mouth. She sucked them clean.
They lay there breathing hard. After a minute Rohan pulled her on top of him. “We’re not done,” he said, already hard again against her thigh. “Ride me. Show me how much you want your brother’s cock.”
Priya sank down on him slowly, taking every inch, and started to move. The night stretched ahead of them, hot and endless.
