I never planned to fuck my sister. But one monsoon night in our small Delhi flat, with our parents away at the village, Priya and I crossed the line we both pretended didnt exist.
She was twenty-three, I was twenty-five. Wed grown up sharing a room until I moved to the couch last year. That night the power went out. We lit candles and sat on the floor drinking the whiskey Id hidden. Priya wore a thin cotton nightie that stuck to her skin in the humidity. Her nipples showed dark through the fabric every time she leaned forward to pour more.
Remember when we used to sleep in the same bed during storms? she asked, voice low.
I remembered. I remembered the way her ass used to press against me when she turned in her sleep. I remembered jerking off in the bathroom afterward, guilty and hard.
I still think about it, she said suddenly. Her eyes met mine. About you touching yourself while I pretended to sleep.
My cock thickened instantly. Priya
She crawled closer on her knees. The nightie rode up her thighs. Show me now. No parents.
No one to stop us.
I pulled my shorts down. My dick sprang out, already leaking. Priya stared, lips parted. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, slow and deliberate.
God, bhai, youre so thick, she whispered. She stroked me while I watched her small hand move up and down. Then she leaned in and licked the head, tasting the precum. I groaned and grabbed her hair.
She took me into her mouth, warm and wet. I thrust gently, fucking her face while she moaned around my cock. Spit ran down her chin. When I pulled her off she was panting.
Fuck me, she begged. Ive wanted this for years.
I pushed her onto her back on the mattress. The nightie came off. Her tits were full, nipples tight. I sucked one while my fingers slid between her legs. She was dripping. Two fingers sank into her tight pussy easily. She arched and cried out in Hindi, Bhai, aur andar please.
I replaced my fingers with my cock. One hard push and I was buried to the balls in my sisters cunt. She was burning hot and clenched around me like a fist. We both froze for a second, realizing what wed done. Then she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper.
I fucked her hard. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the dark room. Priya met every thrust, nails digging into my back. Harder, bhai. Chodo mujhe. I slammed into her, balls slapping her ass. She came first, pussy pulsing, juices soaking my cock. I kept pounding through it until I pulled out and painted her stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum.
We lay there breathing hard. Then she smiled, rolled over, and took me in her mouth again, cleaning me while I grew hard for round two.
By morning wed fucked in every room. On the kitchen counter, against the bathroom wall, with her bent over the balcony railing while the city woke up below. She rode me reverse, ass bouncing, while I spread her cheeks and watched my cock disappear into her again and again.
We didnt talk about stopping. We just kept going, two adults who finally admitted what theyd always wanted. When our parents returned, we smiled like nothing had changed. But every time Priya brushed past me in the hallway, shed whisper, Tonight, after they sleep.
And Id nod, already hard, already counting the hours until I could sink back into my sisters wet, willing pussy.
