My name’s Vinay, a 28-year-old Jat guy from Rohtak, now living in Delhi. I’m 5’10”, fair, with a gym-built body, and I’m no stranger to turning heads. My cousin sister Poonam, the other half of this story, is 22, stunningly gorgeous, fair-skinned, with long black hair and a figure—34-28-36—that could make anyone’s heart race. Her eyes have this mix of innocence and mischief that’s hard to ignore. This is our true story, raw and real, from just before the lockdown hit. I’m laying it all out here, no filter.
This happened when Poonam had to come to Delhi for a competitive exam. Our uncle was off to Bangalore for work, and my aunt told me, “Vinay, you’re her big brother. Take her to Delhi for the exam. She’s got no one else.” I hesitated, wondering how I’d manage alone with her, but my aunt brushed it off. “What’s the big deal? You’re siblings. It’s just one night. Leave on the 14th, her paper’s on the 15th.” She told me to book a hotel room for the night. I agreed.
On the morning of the 14th, we got ready. Poonam wore tight jeans and a kurti that hugged every curve of her body, showing off her shape in a way that was hard to ignore. I kept it casual with a shirt and jeans. We left Rohtak at 10 AM and reached Delhi in about two and a half hours. We checked into a decent hotel, booked a room with two beds, a small sofa, and a clean bathroom. Exhausted, we dumped our bags and crashed on the beds.
Poonam pulled out a thin nighty from her bag and went to the bathroom to change. When she came out, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. That flimsy nighty clung to her body, showing off her round boobs and heavy ass. I could even see the outline of her bra and panties through it. For the first time, I really saw her, and it hit me hard. My dick stirred, but I told myself to chill—she’s my sister, and thinking like that is wrong.
We grabbed dinner at the hotel restaurant and came back to the room. I flipped on the TV and plopped on the sofa while Poonam lay on her bed. She said, “Bhaiya, come sleep na.” I turned off the main light, left the night lamp on, and lay on my bed. But sleep wasn’t coming. Poonam’s figure in that nighty kept flashing in my head. I decided I’d jerk off once she was asleep.
Half an hour later, she still wasn’t sleeping. She was under her sheet, fiddling with her phone, the faint glow leaking out. Then I noticed her moving—slow at first, then faster. Her breathing got heavy, and I heard soft moans, “Aah… uff… ohh…” I thought she was in pain or something. Panicked, I yanked the sheet off her.
What I saw blew my mind. Her bra was off, her nighty bunched up, and her pajama and panties were down to her knees. Her fair, round boobs were out, nipples hard as rocks. Her pussy, with a light patch of hair, was glistening. She was rubbing her clit, her fingers slick with her own juices. Her phone was open to some brother-sister sex story on a website. She froze, covering her face with her hands, but her eyes peeked through, staring at me.
My dick went rock hard in my pants. I saw her glance at the bulge, and something snapped in me. I said, “Poonam, you look so fucking hot. You’ve got me turned on now.” She blushed, shrinking back, but her eyes betrayed her—she was horny as hell. I added, “Look, we won’t get a chance like this again. I know you’re burning up inside.”
She whispered, “But bhaiya, what if someone finds out?” I swore on our mother, “No one will know. This stays between us.” She hesitated, then said, “Okay, bhaiya, but promise you won’t tell anyone.” I nodded, and that was it.
I sat on her bed and ran my hands over her boobs. They were so soft, I could barely control myself. I took one in my mouth, sucking her nipple, teasing it with my tongue. She shivered, moaning, “Aah… bhaiya…” Her breathing got faster. I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, our tongues wrestling. She was opening up now, kissing me back just as fiercely.
I pulled off her nighty completely, leaving her in just her panties, which were still around her knees. I tugged them off, exposing her wet pussy. I stripped off my shirt and pants, my 7-inch cock standing tall and thick. Poonam stared at it, blushing, and said, “Bhaiya, it’s so big.”
I spread her legs and ran my fingers over her pussy. It was soaking wet, slippery under my touch. I rubbed her clit, and she squirmed, moaning, “Ohh… bhaiya… what are you doing…” I couldn’t resist—I put my mouth on her pussy, licking her juices, tasting the salty heat. She grabbed my hair, pushing my face deeper. “Aah… uff… bhaiya, keep licking… ohh…”
I slid my tongue inside her, lapping at her walls as she went wild, her hips bucking. Her pussy was dripping now, her moans filling the room. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and rubbed my cock against her slit. She gasped, “Bhaiya, go slow… I’m scared.” I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed in slowly. Her pussy was so tight, it gripped me like a vice. She winced, “Aah… bhaiya… it hurts…” I paused, rubbing her boobs to relax her. When she calmed down, I pushed again, sliding half my cock in. She groaned, “Uff… bhaiya… wait…” I stroked her clit with my fingers, then gave one hard thrust, burying my full length inside her.
She screamed, “Aah… I’m dying…” But I started moving, slow at first, then faster. The room filled with the wet sounds of fucking—slap, slap, slap. Her pussy loosened up, and she started moaning louder, “Ohh… bhaiya… fuck me harder…” I pounded her, sucking her boobs as they bounced. Her pussy was creaming, white juices coating my cock.
I flipped her over, making her go doggy style. Her round ass was perfect. I smacked it, and she yelped, “Bhaiya, what’s that…” I rubbed her asshole with my finger, then slid my cock back into her pussy. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I slammed into her, her ass jiggling with every thrust. She bit the sheet, moaning, “Aah… ohh… bhaiya… my pussy’s gonna break…”
After 20 minutes of relentless fucking, I felt my balls tighten. “Poonam, where should I cum?” She panted, “Bhaiya, on my stomach…” I pulled out and shot my load across her fair belly, thick ropes of cum splattering her skin. She was panting, her face flushed red. I pulled her into my arms, kissing her softly. She whispered, “Bhaiya, was this wrong?” I said, “No, it was what we both needed.”
That night, we fucked two more times, each round more intense than the last. In the morning, after her exam, we did it once more before heading home. The lockdown’s almost over now, and Poonam’s got another exam coming up. I’ll take her to Delhi again, and we’ll fuck like there’s no tomorrow. What do you think of our story? Let me know in the comments.