He slammed the door behind them, the heat of the Indian summer pressing in through the thin curtains of the small Mumbai flat. "You think you can just walk around like that, showing off what’s mine?" Ramesh growled, grabbing his younger sister Priya by the arm. She was twenty-two, he was twenty-eight, both adults who knew exactly what this was. Priya tried to pull away, but he was bigger, stronger, and the way her sari had slipped off one shoulder told him she’d been teasing him all day.
"Stop it, bhai," she hissed, but her voice shook with something hotter than anger. Ramesh shoved her against the wall, his hand yanking the pallu down so her full breasts spilled out, dark nipples already tight. He squeezed one hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You don’t get to say stop when you bend over like that in front of me."
He forced her to her knees. Priya’s hands came up to his belt, but he didn’t wait. He pulled his thick cock out, already leaking, and shoved it between her lips. "Suck it. Now." She gagged at first, but her tongue started working, wet and hot, sliding along the underside while he fucked her mouth in short, rough thrusts. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. He held her head with both hands, using her throat until her eyes watered.
When he pulled out, he dragged her to the bed, ripped the rest of the sari off, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening. "Look at this cunt," he muttered, slapping it twice, making her jerk. "Wet for your own brother." He pushed two fingers in hard, pumping them fast while his thumb rubbed her clit. Priya moaned despite herself, hips lifting.
Ramesh climbed on top, lined up, and drove his cock into her in one brutal thrust. She cried out, nails digging into his back. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her deep and fast, the bed creaking under them, skin slapping loud in the humid room. Every time she tried to push at his chest he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. "Take it. You wanted this."
He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and slammed back in. Her ass jiggled with every thrust. He reached under to rub her clit again, feeling her start to tighten around him. "Come on your brother’s cock," he ordered, voice low and filthy. Priya buried her face in the pillow and came hard, shaking, juices soaking his balls.
Ramesh didn’t stop.
He kept pounding until his own orgasm hit, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum. He stayed buried deep, grinding against her until he was empty. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down her thighs. He slapped her ass once more. "Clean it up."
Priya turned, licking his softening cock clean, tasting their mixed mess. Ramesh watched her, already getting hard again. "Round two," he said, pushing her onto her back and spreading her legs wide once more. "And this time you’re going to beg for it."
The afternoon stretched on with the same raw rhythm: him taking, her body responding even when she fought it, the small flat filled with the wet sounds of forced pleasure and the heavy scent of sex. By the time the sun went down, Priya was sore, marked, and still dripping with him. Ramesh lay beside her, one hand possessively on her breast. "Same time tomorrow," he told her. She didn’t answer, but her legs parted slightly anyway.
