The old ceiling fan creaked above the bedroom as Riya lay on her back, sweat glistening on her bare stomach. Her brother Vikram stood at the door, shirtless, his eyes locked on the way her thin nightie had ridden up her thighs. Neither spoke at first. The house was quiet except for the distant hum of traffic outside their Mumbai flat.
Vikram stepped inside and shut the door. "Riya, you left your door open again."
She didn't cover herself. "Maybe I wanted you to see."
He crossed the room in three strides. His hand went to her knee, rough palm sliding up the smooth skin of her thigh until his fingers brushed the damp cotton between her legs. Riya's breath hitched. She spread her thighs wider, inviting him.
"Fuck, you're already wet," he muttered, voice low and raw. He hooked his fingers under the fabric and yanked her panties aside. Two thick fingers pushed straight into her cunt without warning. Riya moaned, hips lifting off the mattress.
Vikram pumped his fingers hard and fast, thumb grinding against her swollen clit. "This is what you wanted, little sister? Your bhai's fingers fucking your tight pussy?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Deeper."
He added a third finger, stretching her. The wet sounds of his hand working her filled the room. Riya reached down, grabbed his wrist, and rode his fingers harder. Her nightie twisted up around her waist, exposing her full breasts. Vikram leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make her cry out.
When he pulled his hand free, it was slick with her juices. He brought his fingers to her lips. "Taste it."
Riya sucked them clean, tongue swirling around each digit. Vikram's cock strained against his shorts. He shoved them down, freeing his thick, veined shaft. Pre-cum already leaked from the head.
Riya got on her knees on the bed and wrapped her hand around him. She stroked him once, twice, then took him into her mouth. Vikram's hand fisted in her hair as she sucked him deep, gagging when the head hit the back of her throat. Saliva ran down her chin. He fucked her face in short, rough thrusts, using her mouth like he owned it.
"Enough," he growled after a minute. He pushed her onto her back, yanked her panties off completely, and spread her legs wide. His cock lined up with her entrance. One hard thrust and he buried himself to the hilt inside his sister's cunt.
Riya's back arched. "Oh god, Vikram… so big."
He didn't give her time to adjust. He fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, the bed creaking under them. Skin slapped against skin. Her juices coated his shaft and dripped down to her ass. Vikram grabbed her hips, lifting them so he could pound into her at a brutal angle that made her scream into the pillow.
"Take it," he snarled. "Take your brother's cock like the slut you are."
Riya came hard, cunt clenching around him, thighs shaking. Vikram didn't stop. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her ass up, and slammed back inside. His thumb pressed against her asshole, pushing in just enough to make her whimper. He fucked her through a second orgasm, then a third, until her voice was hoarse.
Finally he pulled out, flipped her again, and straddled her chest. He stroked his cock fast above her face. Thick ropes of cum painted her tits and lips. Riya licked what she could reach, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
Vikram collapsed beside her, breathing hard. His hand found hers and squeezed. Outside, the city kept moving, unaware. Inside the room, the only sound was their slowing breaths and the fan still turning overhead.
