Ramesh slammed the door shut behind him, the humid night air still clinging to his skin. His sister Priya stood in the kitchen, her back to him, wearing nothing but a thin cotton nightie that barely covered her ass. She was 22, he was 24, and they had been dancing around this for months since their parents left for the village.
"Fuck, Priya," he growled, stepping up behind her. "You know what that does to me."
She didn't turn around. She just pushed her hips back until her round ass pressed against the hard bulge in his pants. "Then do something about it, anna. Stop talking."
Ramesh yanked the nightie up over her hips. No panties. Her smooth, brown skin glowed under the single bulb. He grabbed her waist with both hands and ground his cock against her bare cheeks, the fabric of his lungi doing nothing to hide how thick and ready he was.
"Been thinking about this tight cunt all day," he said, voice low and rough. He slid two fingers straight between her legs. She was already dripping. "Look at you, wet like a fucking slut for your own brother."
Priya moaned and spread her legs wider.
"Only for you. Now shut up and fuck me."
He didn't need more invitation. Ramesh shoved his lungi down, freed his heavy cock, and rubbed the fat head up and down her soaked slit. She pushed back again, trying to take him in. He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint.
"Beg for it."
"Please, anna," she panted. "Shove that big cock in your sister's pussy. Fill me up."
Ramesh thrust forward in one brutal stroke, burying every inch inside her. Priya cried out, hands gripping the counter. He didn't give her time to adjust. He started pounding her right there, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the small kitchen. Her walls gripped him tight, hot and slick, milking every thrust.
He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. "This pussy was made for me. Say it."
"Yours," she gasped. "My cunt is yours. Fuck it harder."
He did. He bent her over the counter completely, one hand fisting her long hair, the other gripping her hip as he drove into her again and again. Her juices ran down his balls. Every time he bottomed out she moaned his name like a dirty prayer.
Ramesh pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. He spread her thighs wide and slammed back inside, watching her tits bounce under the thin nightie. He ripped the fabric open so he could suck one dark nipple into his mouth while he fucked her.
Priya wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. "Cum inside me, anna. Give me every drop."
He growled against her breast and fucked her faster, the counter creaking under them. Her pussy started to flutter and squeeze. She came first, biting his shoulder to muffle the scream as she gushed around his cock. The feeling pushed him over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her cunt until it leaked out around his shaft.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Ramesh kissed her neck, then her mouth, slow and deep.
"Round two in the bedroom," he said against her lips. "This time I want you riding me while you tell me how much you love your brother's cock."
Priya smiled, wicked and satisfied. "Only if you fuck my ass after."
He was already getting hard again inside her.
