Rahul slammed the door behind him, his cock already half-hard from the sight of his sister Priya in the kitchen. She was bent over the counter, her tight salwar kameez stretched across her round ass, the thin fabric riding up to show the curve where her thighs met. "Bhai, you're home early," she said without turning, voice low and teasing like she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
He didn't answer with words. He stepped up behind her, grabbed her hips hard, and ground his thickening dick against her ass. "Fuck, Priya, you've been walking around like this all week. No bra under that thing, nipples poking out every time Mom leaves the house." His hands slid up her waist and cupped her heavy tits, thumbs rubbing the stiff peaks through the cotton.
Priya pushed back against him, rubbing her ass on his bulge. "Then do something about it, bhai. Mom won't be back for hours. Stop teasing and fuck your little sister like you want to."
Rahul yanked the kameez up over her head in one rough pull. Her bare tits spilled out, dark nipples tight and begging. He spun her around, shoved her back against the counter, and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make her gasp. His hand dove straight into her salwar, fingers finding her wet slit through her panties. "You're soaked already. Such a dirty slut for your own brother."
She moaned and spread her legs wider. "Only for you. Pull it out. I want that thick cock in my mouth first."
He freed his dick, thick and veined, the head already leaking. Priya dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and wrapped her lips around him, sucking hard and sloppy. Spit ran down his shaft as she took him deep, gagging when the head hit her throat. Rahul held her hair and fucked her face, watching her eyes water.
"That's it, take your brother's cock. You love this dirty shit, don't you?"
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his dick. "Fuck my mouth later. I need you inside me now."
They didn't make it to the bedroom. Rahul ripped her salwar down, bent her over the dining table, and slammed into her dripping pussy in one thrust. Priya cried out, gripping the edge as he pounded her hard and fast, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Her tits swung with every stroke. "Harder, bhai. Fuck your sister's cunt like you own it."
He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he drove into her. Priya came first, pussy clenching and pulsing around his cock, juices running down her thighs. Rahul didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back on the table, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and fucked her even deeper, watching his dick stretch her open. "Look at that greedy pussy swallowing me. You're such a whore for family cock."
She reached down and spread her lips wider for him, moaning filthy encouragement. "Cum inside me. Fill your sister's pussy. I want to feel it leaking out all day."
Rahul grunted, thrust deep, and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her. He kept fucking through it, pushing his load deeper until it started to drip out around his shaft. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside her.
Priya grinned up at him, sweat-slick and satisfied. "Round two in the shower before Mom gets home?"
Rahul pulled out slowly, watching his cum spill from her used hole. "Yeah. And this time I'm taking that tight ass."
They didn't bother getting dressed. Naked and sticky, they headed down the hall, already touching again. The house was theirs for the afternoon, and they planned to use every minute.
