Ramesh slammed the door behind him, sweat still clinging to his chest from the Mumbai heat. His younger sister Priya stood in the kitchen, wearing only a thin cotton nightie that stuck to her curves. She was twenty-two, all soft brown skin and heavy tits that jiggled when she turned. He had been staring at those tits for months, and tonight he was done pretending.
"Priya, come here," he growled, voice low and rough.
She looked up, eyes wide but not surprised. "Bhai, what are you doing?"
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. "Shut up and feel this." He pressed her hand against his cock, already hard and straining in his shorts. "You walk around like that every night, and you think I don't notice? Your ass, your nipples poking out—I'm done waiting."
Priya's breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. Her fingers squeezed him through the fabric. "We can't. Mom and Dad are in the next room."
"They sleep like the dead. And right now I need to fuck my sister." He yanked the nightie up over her head. Her full breasts spilled out, dark nipples tight. Ramesh bent and sucked one hard, teeth scraping. Priya moaned, low and dirty.
He shoved two fingers between her legs. She was already wet, slick dripping down her thighs. "Fuck, you're soaked. You want your brother's cock, don't you?"
"Yes," she whispered, hips rocking against his hand. "Do it. Fuck me raw."
Ramesh pushed her against the counter, dropped his shorts, and lined up. His thick cock slid into her tight pussy in one thrust. Priya gasped, gripping the edge. He pounded her hard, skin slapping, her juices making filthy wet sounds every time he bottomed out.
"Take it," he grunted. "My sister's cunt feels so fucking good." He reached around and rubbed her clit in quick circles. Priya came fast, biting her arm to stay quiet, her walls clenching around him.
He didn't stop. He flipped her around, bent her over the table, and slammed back in from behind. Her ass cheeks spread wide as he watched his cock disappear into her. "Look at that. My dick stretching your hole.
You love this incest shit, don't you?"
Priya pushed back, meeting every thrust. "Harder, bhai. Fill me up."
He grabbed her hips and fucked her like an animal, balls slapping her clit. Sweat ran down his back. When he felt her tighten again he pulled out, spun her, and shoved his cock into her mouth. She sucked greedily, tasting her own cream, until he pulled free and painted her tits with thick ropes of cum.
They didn't speak for a minute, just breathing heavy. Then Ramesh scooped some cum off her nipple and pushed it between her lips. "Swallow it. Good girl."
Later that night, after their parents left for the temple, they did it again in the bedroom. Priya rode him, tits bouncing, whispering every filthy thing she had been holding back. Ramesh came deep inside her, holding her down so not a drop escaped.
They kept going until dawn, raw and loud, every position they could think of. Brother and sister, no more hiding it. The house smelled like sex and sweat, and neither of them cared who might notice.
