Ramesh sat in his bedroom with the lights off, phone pressed to his ear. The first audio file started with a soft female voice speaking in Hindi, low and breathy. "Bhaiya, aaj main aapke liye ready hoon." He knew that voice. It was his younger sister Priya, twenty-two and home from college for the weekend. She had left her old phone on the charger and he had gone snooping. Now he was listening to her recording herself telling dirty incest stories for some app or forum.
The story she told was simple and filthy. A brother sneaking into his sister's room at night, pulling her panties down while their parents slept down the hall. Priya described every detail in raw Hindi mixed with English words. "Woh mera skirt upar kar ke meri chut ko chaatne lage. Main chupke se moan kar rahi thi, bhaiya please aur andar." Ramesh felt his cock harden fast. He had never thought of Priya that way before, but hearing her voice paint the picture made his balls ache.
He played the next file. This one was longer. Priya was role-playing both parts, switching her voice to sound like a demanding older brother. "Behen, apni chut khol ke dikha. Aaj main tujhe chodunga." She moaned into the mic, wet sounds of fingers sliding into pussy coming through clearly. Ramesh unzipped and started stroking, slow at first, then faster as Priya described the brother pushing in deep, calling her his personal randi. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He came hard, cum shooting across his stomach while her recorded voice kept talking about getting filled up by family cock.
The next morning Priya walked into the kitchen wearing a thin tank top and shorts. Ramesh couldn't stop staring at her ass as she bent over the fridge. She caught him and smirked. "Kya dekh raha hai bhaiya?" Her tone was light but there was something knowing in it. He wondered if she had noticed the phone moved.
That night he knocked on her door. She opened it wearing just an oversized t-shirt. "Sun rahi thi kya?" he asked directly. Priya didn't deny it. She stepped aside and let him in, then locked the door. "Mujhe pata tha tu dekh lega," she said. Her voice was the same one from the audios, raw and direct.
"Tu bhi toh pasand karta hai incest wali stories."
Ramesh grabbed her and kissed her hard. Priya kissed back, tongue pushing into his mouth. He yanked the t-shirt over her head. Her tits were full and heavy, nipples already stiff. He sucked one into his mouth while his hand went between her legs. She was dripping. "Chut geeli kar rakhi hai apni stories sun ke," he muttered against her skin. Priya moaned and pushed his head lower.
He dropped to his knees and spread her open. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips swollen. He licked straight up her slit, tasting her. Priya grabbed his hair and rocked against his face. "Bhaiya, aur zor se. Jaise maine recordings mein bataya tha." Ramesh tongue-fucked her deep, then sucked her clit until her thighs shook. She came with a sharp cry, juices running down his chin.
Priya pulled him up and shoved his shorts down. His cock sprang free, thick and leaking. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once. "Mera bhai ka lund itna bada hai." Then she turned around, bent over the bed, and reached back to spread her ass. "Ab andar daal. Jaisa maine audio mein describe kiya tha."
Ramesh lined up and pushed in one thrust. Priya was tight and hot. He fucked her hard from the start, hips slapping against her ass. Every stroke made wet sounds fill the room. Priya reached under and rubbed her clit, moaning louder. "Aur zor se bhaiya. Meri chut phad do." He grabbed her hips and pounded deeper, the headboard knocking against the wall. She came again, pussy clenching around him, but he kept going.
They switched positions. Priya climbed on top and sank down on his cock, riding him fast and dirty. Her tits bounced in his face. Ramesh sucked them while she ground down, telling him in Hindi how good her brother's dick felt. He flipped her onto her back and hooked her legs over his shoulders, drilling into her until she was whimpering. When he was close he pulled out and stroked twice. Thick ropes of cum landed across her stomach and tits. Priya rubbed it into her skin and licked her fingers.
They lay there catching their breath. Priya reached for her phone and hit record. "Ab real mein record karte hain," she said, voice still husky. Ramesh smiled and pulled her close again. The audio started with the sound of them kissing, then her soft moan as he slid back inside her. This time the story they made was their own.
