I slammed the door behind me, heart pounding from the heat outside our small Delhi flat. My sister Anjali was already home from college, sprawled on the couch in a thin cotton salwar that clung to her full tits and wide hips. She was twenty-two, two years older than me, and lately every look she gave me felt loaded with something filthy.
“Arjun, you’re sweating like a pig,” she said, voice low and teasing. “Come here, let me wipe you down.”
I stepped closer. She grabbed a towel and dragged it across my chest, her fingers brushing my nipples on purpose. My cock twitched in my pants. We had been dancing around this for months, ever since our parents left for the village and left us alone in the two-bedroom flat.
“Stop playing, Anjali,” I muttered, but my voice cracked.
She laughed softly, stood up, and pressed her body against mine. Her heavy breasts smashed into my chest. “Who’s playing? I saw you staring at my ass last night when I bent over to pick up my dupatta. You want to fuck your own sister, don’t you?”
The words hit me like a slap. My cock went rock hard instantly. “Fuck yes,” I growled. I grabbed her waist and yanked her closer, grinding my bulge against her belly. “I want to bury my cock in your chut and make you scream.”
Anjali moaned and reached down, squeezing my dick through the fabric. “Then do it. No one’s here. Just us. Your dirty little sister who’s been fingering herself thinking about her brother’s lund every night.”
I didn’t wait. I shoved her salwar up, yanked her panties aside, and drove two fingers straight into her dripping pussy. She was soaked, hot, and tight. She gasped and bucked against my hand.
“Harder, bhai,” she hissed. “Finger-fuck your sister’s cunt like you mean it.”
I pumped my fingers fast, thumb circling her swollen clit. Her juices ran down my wrist. She clawed at my shirt, ripping it open, then dropped to her knees and yanked my cock out. It sprang free, thick and veined, the head already leaking.
Anjali looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes and licked the tip. “Mmm, my brother’s cock tastes so good.” She opened wide and swallowed half of it in one go, sucking noisily, spit dripping down her chin onto her tits.
I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth. She gagged but didn’t pull back, taking me deeper until her nose pressed against my stomach. The wet sounds filled the room.
“Enough,” I snapped, pulling her up. I spun her around, bent her over the couch, and ripped her salwar down to her knees. Her round ass cheeks spread for me, her pink pussy glistening between them. I lined up and slammed my entire cock inside her in one thrust.
Anjali screamed. “Yes! Fuck your sister! Stretch my chut with that thick brother cock!”
I pounded her hard, skin slapping loud and filthy. Her pussy clenched around me, sucking me in. I reached under and pinched her nipples through her kameez, twisting them until she whimpered. Sweat ran down my back. The smell of sex and her jasmine perfume mixed in the hot air.
She pushed back against every thrust. “Deeper, Arjun. Fuck me like you hate me. Make your sister come on your dick.”
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and hooked her legs over my shoulders. Her pussy opened wide for me. I drove back in, watching my cock disappear into her wet folds again and again. Her clit stood out, begging for attention. I rubbed it fast with my thumb while I fucked her.
Anjali’s eyes rolled back. “I’m coming! Oh fuck, my brother is making me come!” Her pussy spasmed, flooding my cock with hot juice. She shook and clawed at the cushions, moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
I didn’t stop. I kept slamming into her through her orgasm, chasing my own. When I felt my balls tighten I pulled out, straddled her chest, and stroked my cock over her open mouth.
“Take your brother’s cum,” I grunted.
Thick ropes shot across her tongue, her lips, and her cheeks. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest from her lips, eyes locked on mine.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, the room smelling like raw sex. Anjali smiled, slow and wicked.
“Round two in the bedroom, bhai? I want you to fuck my ass this time.”
I was already getting hard again. The flat was ours for the whole month. No one would stop us.
My sister wanted every filthy thing I could give her, and I planned to give it to her until neither of us could walk.
