The small apartment in Mumbai reeked of sweat and cheap incense when Raj shoved his younger sister Priya against the bedroom wall. She was eighteen, just like him, and her thin cotton salwar had ridden up her thighs from the struggle. "Shut your fucking mouth," he growled, yanking the dupatta from her neck.
Priya's eyes went wide, her voice cracking as she tried to push him off. "Raj, no, please, this is wrong."
He didn't listen. His hands were already tearing at her kameez, buttons popping, exposing her full brown breasts. He grabbed one hard, squeezing until she whimpered, then forced her onto the narrow bed their parents had left behind when they went to the village. The door was locked. No one else was home. Priya kicked and clawed, but Raj was bigger, stronger, and the heat in his cock had been building for months every time he watched her walk around the flat in those tight nighties.
He ripped her salwar down to her ankles and forced her legs apart. Her pussy was tight and dry at first, but he spat on his fingers and shoved two inside anyway, working them roughly until her body betrayed her with a little slickness. "You're getting wet for your brother, you dirty slut," he hissed, lining his thick uncut cock up and slamming in deep. Priya cried out, a sharp mix of pain and unwanted sensation, her nails digging into his back as he started pounding her. The bed creaked with every thrust. He held her wrists above her head with one hand and used the other to slap her tits, leaving red marks on her dark skin.
She begged him to stop at first, tears streaking her face, but the more he fucked her the more her hips started to twitch up to meet him. Raj laughed low and dirty. "Knew you'd like brother cock. Indian girls always act shy until you take it." He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her ass up, and drove back in from behind, deeper than before. Her moans turned ragged, half protest, half need. He reached under to rub her clit in hard circles while he railed her, feeling her cunt clench around him.
When he came he didn't pull out, flooding her with hot spurts while she shook and came against her will, sobbing into the pillow. Afterward he didn't let her rest. He made her suck him clean, holding her hair, telling her exactly how she was going to keep taking it every night their parents were gone. Priya's lips stretched around his shaft, eyes glassy, but she didn't fight anymore. By the second round she was riding him, tits bouncing, whispering filthy things back at him in Hindi mixed with English, both of them lost in the raw, secret heat they would never admit outside that locked room.
The nights stretched on like that, rough and relentless, until the line between force and hunger blurred completely.
