My name’s Chandan, a 22-year-old guy with a fire in my veins. My younger sister, just 20, is a knockout—her body could make anyone’s head spin. Those big, firm breasts of hers, always perky and tight, are enough to drive a man wild. Her curves are like carved marble, smooth and flawless. I’ve been obsessed with her for a while, dreaming of crossing that forbidden line. The thought of fucking her had been burning in my mind for days, but I didn’t know how to make it happen. I decided to wait until her exams were over to make my move—I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I hatched a plan. Next week, our parents were heading to our uncle’s place for a few days. My sister wouldn’t go because of her exams, leaving just the two of us at home. That’s when I’d make it happen—her sweet, tight pussy was calling my name, and I wasn’t going to let the chance slip by.
As expected, Mom and Dad left for four days. During that time, my sister’s exam results came out—she aced them, coming in first. Bursting with pride, she came to me, demanding a gift. “Bhai, I topped my exams! Where’s my reward?” she teased, her eyes sparkling. I smirked, telling her I’d give it to her soon. She shrugged and headed to the kitchen to do some chores, her hips swaying in that damn salwar suit she wore that day. Usually, she’s in tight jeans or a sexy one-piece, but today, that traditional outfit hugged her curves in a way that made my cock twitch.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting in my room, I fired up a porn flick on my laptop, the moans and thrusts on screen only fueling my hunger for her. My dick was rock-hard, and I knew I had to act. I crept into the kitchen where she was busy chopping vegetables. Standing close behind her, I breathed in her scent—floral shampoo mixed with her natural sweetness. “You’re looking fucking sexy today,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around her waist. She froze, brushing my hands off. “What the hell are you saying?” she snapped, her voice sharp but curious.
I didn’t back down. “I’m serious, you’re irresistible,” I said, my voice low. She muttered a half-hearted “Okay” but didn’t push me away when I slid my hands back to her waist, stroking her soft skin through the fabric. Her silence was my green light. I kept rubbing her curves, my fingers tracing the dip of her hips while she continued her work, pretending to ignore me. “Don’t you want your gift?” I teased. She glanced back, her eyes narrowing. “Yeah, give it to me then.”
I smirked, letting my hands drift upward, brushing the undersides of her heavy tits. She grabbed my wrists, stopping me, and turned her head slightly, our eyes locking. The air crackled with tension. I leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. She didn’t react. I kissed the other cheek, my lips lingering. When I moved to her full, pink lips, she turned away, focusing on her work again. “What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice husky.
“Nothing,” she mumbled, but I could hear the waver in her tone. “What about your gift?” I pressed. She hesitated, then said softly, “This is wrong, Bhai.” I stepped closer, my chest brushing her back. “Nothing’s wrong. You’re a woman, I’m a man. So what if we’re siblings? It’s just us here.” She stayed quiet, her breathing quickening. I took my chance, hugging her from behind, my hands cupping her tits gently, squeezing their softness. She didn’t stop me this time.
Her breasts felt like heaven—firm yet yielding under my fingers. I moved her hair aside, kissing the delicate skin of her neck, tasting her warmth. She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into me. I kept kneading her tits, my lips trailing along her neck, her silence urging me on. I turned her to face me, one hand on her waist, the other gripping her neck gently, pulling her close. Our lips were inches apart. I paused, watching her. Her eyes fluttered shut, her breath shaky. I brushed my lips against hers, testing. She didn’t pull away. I went deeper, kissing her hard, my tongue slipping into her mouth.
She didn’t kiss back at first, her lips stiff. I pulled back, searching her face. “What’s wrong?” She bit her lip, blushing. “It feels… weird.” I grinned, brushing her cheek. “Nothing’s weird, sweetheart. Let me show you.” I leaned in again, whispering, “I want to fuck you so bad.” Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. “No, that’s too far. We can… do other stuff, but not that.” I nodded, playing along. “Alright, let’s watch something hot together. If you don’t feel like fucking after, we won’t. But we can have some fun, right? Oral, maybe?” She hesitated, then nodded. “Fine.”
I led her to my room, my heart pounding. I started a steamy adult movie, the screen filled with writhing bodies and loud moans. We sat close, the tension between us electric. After a few minutes, I took her hand, kissing her fingers, then pulled her to me, kissing her lips again. This time, she kissed back, her lips soft and eager. Our tongues tangled, the kiss growing hungry. My hands found her tits again, squeezing harder. She moaned into my mouth, her kisses turning fierce, her teeth grazing my lips.
The movie played on, forgotten, as we lost ourselves in each other. My cock strained against my jeans, aching for her. I tugged at her kurta. “Take this off,” I growled. She hesitated, shaking her head. “Come on, you said oral, right?” I coaxed. Reluctantly, she peeled off her top, revealing a white bra that barely contained her perfect tits. I yanked off my shirt, then unhooked her bra, letting it fall. Her breasts bounced free, round and firm, her nipples hard and dark. I pushed her onto the bed, climbing over her, my mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking greedily.
She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Ohh… Bhai…” she moaned, her voice trembling. I swirled my tongue around her nipple, biting gently, then moved to the other, worshiping her tits. Her soft whimpers drove me wild. I slid down, tugging off her salwar and panties in one motion. She lay there, completely naked, her pussy glistening with arousal. I stripped off my clothes, my cock springing free, thick and throbbing.
I ran my fingers over her slick folds, teasing her clit. She arched her back, moaning louder. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” I murmured, kissing her again. She grabbed my face, kissing me hard, her tongue wild. I dipped my head between her thighs, licking her pussy slowly, savoring her sweet taste. She cried out, her hips bucking. “Ohhh… fuck… yes…” she gasped, her hands gripping my hair. I tongue-fucked her, sucking her clit, her moans growing louder, her body trembling. She bit her lip, her face flushed with pleasure.
After a while, I sat up, my cock aching. “Suck me, baby,” I said, guiding her hand to my dick. She shook her head, nervous. “Please, just try,” I begged. Hesitantly, she leaned down, her lips brushing the tip. She took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling. “Fuck… yes… like that,” I groaned, my hips thrusting gently. She sucked harder, her inexperience only making it hotter. After a few minutes, she pulled back, panting. “That’s enough,” she said.
I wasn’t done. “Please, I need to fuck you,” I said, my voice desperate. “It’s your exam gift.” She shook her head. “No, it’s wrong.” I didn’t push—yet. Instead, I laid her back, kissing her tits again, my cock brushing her pussy. She moaned, her resolve weakening. I rubbed my dick against her slit, teasing her. “Don’t… please…” she whispered, but her hips moved slightly, betraying her. “Nothing’s wrong,” I said, grinding harder. “Can I put it in?” She didn’t answer, her eyes shut tight.
I positioned my cock at her entrance, kissing her deeply. With a slow thrust, I pushed inside, her tight pussy gripping me. She gasped, biting my lip, her nails digging into my back. I paused, letting her adjust, then thrust deeper, filling her completely. She whimpered, her body tense. I moved slowly, kissing her neck, her moans growing softer. “Feel good?” I asked. She didn’t reply, but her hips started moving with mine.
“Tell me, baby,” I said, pausing. She opened her eyes, blushing. “Yes… keep going, sweetheart,” she whispered. That was all I needed. I fucked her steadily, her moans filling the room. “Ohh… fuck… yes…” she gasped, her tits bouncing with each thrust. I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, hitting deeper, her pussy clenching around me. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groaned, pounding her harder.
I flipped her onto her side, sliding in from behind, my hands gripping her hips. Her ass jiggled with each thrust, the sight driving me wild. Then I put her on all fours, fucking her doggy-style, her round ass bouncing as I slammed into her. “Ohh… fuck… Bhai…” she moaned, pushing back against me. She climbed on top next, riding me, her tits swaying as she bounced on my cock. I gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, her moans growing louder.
I picked her up, pressing her against the wall, fucking her standing up. She wrapped her legs around me, her nails scratching my back. “Yes… yes… fuck me…” she panted. I laid her back on the bed, climbing over her, pounding her pussy hard. “Ohh… fuck… yes… yes…” she screamed, her body shaking. Our lips met in sloppy kisses, her tongue wild against mine.
I felt my orgasm building. I hadn’t worn a condom, and the thought of cumming inside her perfect pussy was too tempting. “I’m gonna cum,” I groaned. She didn’t stop me. I thrust harder, exploding inside her, filling her with my hot cum. I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting.
When I pulled out, she looked at me, her eyes soft. “That was… amazing,” she said, smiling. “Why didn’t you do this sooner? You made me so happy, Bhai. Whenever you want me, just say it. No need to be shy with your sister.”