She was already wet when she heard the door click shut behind her brother. Twenty-four years old, still living under the same roof in their parents’ small apartment in Mumbai, and every night it got harder to pretend she didn’t want his cock.
“Rohan,” she whispered, standing in the hallway in nothing but a thin cotton nightie. “They’re asleep.”
He didn’t answer with words. He grabbed her by the hips, spun her around, and shoved her face-first against the wall. His hand slid straight between her thighs, fingers pushing the soaked fabric aside and sinking two thick digits straight into her cunt.
“Fuck, Priya, you’re dripping again,” he growled against her ear. “Been thinking about your brother’s dick all day, haven’t you?”
She pushed back onto his fingers, grinding shamelessly. “Shut up and fuck me before Mom wakes up.”
Rohan yanked the nightie up over her ass and freed his cock. He was already rock-hard, the fat head leaking against her skin as he lined up and drove in with one brutal thrust. Priya bit her own forearm to keep from moaning too loud. Her brother’s cock stretched her open exactly the way she needed—thick, hot, and deep enough to make her knees shake.
He fucked her right there in the hallway, hips slapping against her ass with wet, filthy sounds. Every stroke dragged across her g-spot until her thighs started trembling. “Harder,” she hissed. “Use me.”
Rohan gripped her hair, yanked her head back, and pounded her harder, the way she liked it when she was this desperate. His free hand reached around to rub her clit in fast, rough circles. “You’re such a dirty fucking sister,” he grunted. “Letting your own brother wreck this tight pussy every night.”
Priya came hard, cunt clamping down on him, juices running down her thighs. Rohan didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, chasing his own orgasm until he buried himself to the balls and flooded her with thick ropes of cum.
They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside her. Then he pulled out, spun her around, and pushed her to her knees.
“Clean it,” he ordered.
She opened her mouth and took him in, tasting their mixed cum on his shaft.
She sucked him slowly, thoroughly, until he was hard again. Rohan pulled her up, carried her into his bedroom, and dropped her on the bed.
This time he took his time. He spread her legs wide, buried his face between her thighs, and ate her out like a starving man. His tongue fucked her hole, then flicked her swollen clit until she was biting the pillow to stay quiet. When she came again he climbed on top, slid back inside, and fucked her in long, deep strokes while he sucked on her nipples.
They switched positions twice—her riding him, then him taking her from behind again—until the sheets were soaked and she’d lost count of how many times she’d come. Finally he pinned her wrists above her head and unloaded deep inside her once more, grinding through the aftershocks.
Afterward they lay tangled together, sweaty and panting. Rohan stroked her hair.
“Tomorrow night,” he said quietly, “I’m fucking your ass.”
Priya smiled against his chest, already feeling the familiar ache of wanting more.
“Only if you let me sit on your face first,” she whispered.
He laughed low and dirty, already half-hard again against her thigh. Outside, the city kept moving, but inside their small room the only sound was their breathing and the wet slide of his fingers slipping back inside her for one last slow, filthy round before dawn.
