I slammed the door shut behind us, the cheap lock clicking like it knew what was coming. My sister Priya stood there in her thin nightie, the fabric sticking to her sweat-slick skin from the power cut. She was twenty-two, all curves and that tight little chut I’d been staring at for weeks. “Bhai, it’s too hot,” she muttered, but her eyes dropped straight to the bulge in my shorts.
I grabbed her wrist and yanked her close. “Shut up and take it out.” My voice came out rough, no teasing. She didn’t argue. Her fingers fumbled with my zipper and pulled my thick lund free. It sprang up hard, the head already leaking. Priya wrapped her hand around it and gave one slow stroke. “Fuck, bhai, you’re so big tonight.”
I shoved her back onto the bed. The mattress creaked. I ripped the nightie up over her head. Her full tits bounced free, dark nipples already stiff. I sucked one hard into my mouth, biting just enough to make her hiss. My hand went straight between her legs. She was dripping. Two fingers slid into her wet chut with no resistance. She arched and moaned loud. “Haan bhai, finger that chut harder.”
I pumped my fingers fast, thumb rubbing her swollen clit. Her hips bucked. Juices ran down my knuckles. “You’ve been walking around half-naked on purpose, haven’t you?” I growled. She nodded, panting. “Wanted this lund, bhai. Wanted you to fuck your own behen.”
I pulled my fingers out and shoved them into her mouth. She sucked them clean, eyes locked on mine. Then I climbed over her, lined up my cock, and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Priya cried out, back bowing. Her chut clenched tight around me. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I started pounding, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the dark room. Every stroke went deep, the head of my lund hitting her cervix. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me harder.
“Fuck me like a randi, bhai. Destroy this chut.”
Sweat dripped off my chest onto her tits. I leaned down and spat on them, then rubbed it in while I kept thrusting. Her moans turned into dirty Hindi curses. “Meri chut phaad do, bhai. Apni behen ko chod ke pregnant kar do.” That sent me over. I flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her ass up, and drove back in. The new angle let me hit even deeper. I reached under and pinched her clit. She came hard, screaming into the pillow, her walls pulsing and squirting around my cock.
I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, then pulled out and flipped her again. I straddled her chest and fed my cock into her mouth. She sucked greedily, tasting her own juices. I fucked her face, holding her head, pushing until her nose touched my stomach. Spit ran down her chin. When I pulled back she gasped for air, then begged, “Cum in my chut, bhai. Fill your sister.”
I slid back between her thighs and hammered again. The bed slammed against the wall. My balls tightened. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping straight into her. She came again with me, milking every drop. We stayed locked like that, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her.
Later I pulled out and watched my cum leak from her swollen slit. Priya reached down, scooped some up, and licked her fingers. “Round two in ten minutes, bhai. This time I want it in my gaand.”
The night stretched long after that. We fucked until the power came back and the fan hummed above us, bodies sticky and spent, the smell of sex thick in the air. By morning her thighs were bruised and my back was scratched raw, but neither of us cared. We both knew it wouldn’t be the last time.
