I still remember the night the audio started playing from my phone. It was supposed to be just another late-night Hindi sex story, the kind where a brother sneaks into his younger sister’s room and everything turns filthy fast. But that voice—low, urgent, whispering “Bhai, mat karo, koi sun lega”—hit too close. My cock was already hard before the first moan. I lay in bed, lights off, earbuds in, stroking slow while the story described exactly what I’d fantasized about for years with my own sister, Priya.
She was nineteen, home from college for the summer. Our parents were out of town for a wedding. The house was quiet except for the air conditioner and the wet sounds coming through my headphones. On the audio the brother was licking his sister’s pussy, telling her how tight and sweet she tasted. I closed my eyes and pictured Priya’s thighs instead—smooth, warm, the way they looked when she walked around the house in those tiny shorts.
The door creaked. I froze, hand still wrapped around my dick. Priya stood there in the doorway wearing nothing but an old T-shirt that barely covered her ass. “Bhai, I heard noises,” she said, voice soft. Her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge under my sheet. “What are you listening to?”
I should have turned it off. Instead I pulled one earbud out and let the audio keep playing. The girl on the recording was begging now, “Aur zor se, bhai, mujhe chod do.” Priya’s cheeks flushed dark. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
“That’s… dirty,” she whispered.
“Is that what you like?”
I didn’t answer with words. I pulled the sheet down so she could see my cock, thick and leaking. Her eyes widened but she didn’t look away. The audio kept going—wet licking sounds, heavy breathing, Hindi curses mixed with English. Priya moved closer to the bed.
“Show me,” she said.
I reached out, grabbed her wrist, and tugged her down. She climbed onto the mattress without resistance. The T-shirt rode up; she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was already glistening. I slid two fingers between her folds and she gasped, hips jerking.
“Just like the story,” she breathed. “Do it like that.”
I pushed her onto her back and spread her legs. The audio was still running—now the brother was fucking his sister from behind, skin slapping loud. I buried my face between Priya’s thighs and licked her exactly the way the voice described: long, slow strokes from her entrance to her clit, then sucking hard. She tasted better than any fantasy. Her hands grabbed my hair, pulling me closer while she moaned in Hindi, “Bhai… haan… aur andar.”
I kept licking until her thighs started shaking. Then I flipped her over, yanked her hips up, and rubbed the head of my cock along her slit. The audio girl was coming hard, crying out “Bhai main jhad rahi hoon.” Priya pushed back against me.
“Same,” she panted. “Fuck me the same way.”
I sank into her in one thrust. She was tight, hot, gripping me like she’d been waiting for this. I fucked her deep and steady, matching the rhythm on the recording. Every time the audio brother said “teri chut kitni tight hai,” I said it too, right against her ear. Priya pushed back harder, meeting every stroke.
We moved like that for long minutes—sweaty, noisy, the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her mixing with the audio. When the story shifted to the brother coming inside his sister, I lost it. I slammed deep and flooded her, groaning her name while she clenched around me and came again.
Afterward we lay tangled, the audio still playing softly. Priya reached over, turned it up a little, and smiled against my chest.
“Play the next one,” she whispered. “I want to hear what happens when the sister wakes him up in the morning.”
I hit play. Her hand was already sliding down to my cock again, getting it ready for round two. The house was still empty. We had all night, and the stories never seemed to end.
