My name is Gauri, a 22-year-old final-year college student. My brother, Gopal, is 25 and serves in the Indian Army. He’s tall, fair, and built like a bodybuilder—muscular arms, broad chest, the kind that makes girls turn their heads. His body screams strength, like a Bollywood hero straight out of the gym. What I’m about to share is 100% true, a real story between me and my brother. I’ve read so many hot stories online where people spill their dirty secrets, so I thought, why not share mine? If others’ stories get me wet, maybe mine will turn someone else on too.
I’m from a Brahmin family, so being fair-skinned is no surprise, but I’m extra fair—like milk. My figure is 38-30-38, and I know I’m hot as hell. My big boobs bounce when I walk, and my round ass sways enough to make guys stare. People always check me out, their eyes glued to my curves, especially my heavy boobs from the front and my juicy ass from behind. I’ve caught guys drooling, and I love the attention. As for Gopal, I already told you he’s in the Army. He comes home once or twice a year on leave, and when he does, the girls in our neighborhood go crazy. They’d swarm our house, some even begging me to hook them up with him. One girl was so shameless, she said, “Gauri, just let your brother fuck me with that big dick of his, and I’ll be the luckiest girl alive!” I’d laugh it off, but honestly, I never thought of Gopal that way—not until this happened.
I wasn’t too crazy about sex, but I loved hanging out with guys, flirting, and having fun. My dream was to go on a long drive with a hot, muscular guy, showing off to everyone. But I didn’t have a boyfriend or even a friend who could make that happen. One day, I was bored out of my mind at home and told Gopal, “Bhaiya, I’m sick of sitting around. Let’s go somewhere fun!” He teased me, “Go with your boyfriend, na!” We always joked like that. I laughed and said, “I don’t have a boyfriend, bhaiya!” He grinned, all sweet, and said, “Then get one, silly!” His words caught me off guard, but he promised he’d take me out somewhere when he came home next. I was thrilled and started counting the days.
Two months later, Gopal came home on leave. Everyone was overjoyed, but I was floored when I saw him. His body was even hotter now, like John Abraham in his prime—ripped muscles, tight abs, the works. We hugged, and he gave me a cute gift, a silky scarf. That night, after dinner, everyone went to their rooms. I decided to drop by Gopal’s room to chat, like we always did. It was around 10 PM. As I reached his door, it was slightly open. Inside, he was changing clothes while talking on the phone.
He said, “Man, it’s not even been a day here, and I’m already bored. Home feels dull.” After a pause, he laughed and said, “Pussy? Oh, I’ll find that here too, but nothing beats fucking in a group with you guys!” I froze. My brother? Fucking girls with his Army buddies? My heart raced, and a weird tingle ran through me. Then he pulled off his underwear, wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed to the bathroom. Holy fuck! His dick! It was massive—thick, long, and hard as hell. I’d never seen anything like it. Scared and turned on, I ran back to my room. That image of his huge cock haunted me all night. I couldn’t sleep, my mind stuck on it, until I finally dozed off at dawn.
The next morning, Gopal was sitting by my bed when I woke up. He said, “Mom and Dad are leaving. Go say bye.” I rushed outside and saw them in the car. They told me Mom needed eye surgery in Delhi and would be gone for a week or two. “Gopal will take care of you,” they said. I was pissed at first—leaving me alone like that? But then last night’s scene flashed in my mind, and I felt a secret thrill. I didn’t realize it then, but I was already hooked on the thought of Gopal’s cock.
After they left, I went to shower. Under the water, I couldn’t stop thinking about his naked body. I slipped into a thin, see-through nighty with just a panty underneath—no bra. My boobs were practically spilling out. I made breakfast—aloo parathas and chai—and we sat down to eat. I started, “Bhaiya, Mom and Dad are gone. When are you taking me out?” He chuckled, “Chill, we’ll go. I just got here, let me rest a bit.” I teased, “What, bhaiya, not having fun here?” He said, “Why wouldn’t I? It’s home!” I pushed further, “No friends around, that’s why I asked.”
He laughed and said, “You’re my best friend, aren’t you?” I saw my chance and said, “Bhaiya, half the girls in the neighborhood are dying to be your friend. Why don’t you pick one? You’ll get a girlfriend, maybe even a wife, and I’ll get a bhabhi!” He shook his head, “Nah, these girls aren’t my type. One’s too dark, another’s too fat, someone’s got a weird nose.” I leaned in, all flirty, “So, what’s your type, my dear bhaiya?” He smirked and said, “Someone like you.” My heart skipped a beat, but I played it cool. “What’s so special about me?” I asked, batting my eyes. He got serious, “You’re my sister, I can’t say stuff like that. Ask your boyfriend what guys like in a girl.” I laughed, “I know what you like, bhaiya. I’ll find you a girl just like that!” I winked and went to my room.
A little later, I went back to the dining room, but he wasn’t there. I headed to his room. The door was locked, but I peeked through the keyhole. My jaw dropped. Gopal was playing with my panty! He sniffed it, then wrapped it around his cock. His dick was rock-hard again, at least 8 inches, thick and veiny. I knew then—he was a sex freak, and I was his target. My body was buzzing with fear and desire. That’s when I got an idea. I started yelling, “Ahh! Bhaiya, my stomach hurts!”
Gopal rushed out, worried. “What’s wrong, Gauri?” I faked pain, “My stomach’s killing me. It happens sometimes. Mom rubs warm mustard oil on it.” He offered to take me to a doctor, but I said, “No, just rub some oil.” He nodded and went to heat the oil. I quickly changed into an even thinner nighty, no bra, just a panty. My nipples were poking through the fabric. I lay on the bed, waiting.
He came back with a bowl of warm oil. “How am I supposed to rub this with your nighty on?” he asked. I blushed, “Turn around, I’ll lift it.” He did, and I pulled my nighty up to my waist, covering my panty with a small towel so he wouldn’t see my pussy right away. “Okay, bhaiya, do it,” I said, moaning softly for effect. My flat stomach and thick thighs were on full display. His eyes lit up, and I could see his cock hardening in his pajamas. He poured the warm oil on my stomach and started rubbing. The second his hands touched me, my body shivered. “Ouch!” I gasped. My nipples were getting hard, and my pussy was already wet.
He rubbed slowly, his fingers brushing my boobs “accidentally.” I bit my lip, pretending to be in pain, but my body was on fire. He got bolder, grazing my nipples again and again. I acted like I was asleep, but my heavy breathing gave me away. Then he grabbed both my boobs, squeezing them hard while rubbing oil. My 38-size tits were being mashed in his strong hands, and I couldn’t hold back a moan, “Mmm…” My pussy was soaking now, dripping through my panty. He slid his hand under my panty, rubbing oil near my pussy lips. I opened my eyes and gasped, “Bhaiya, what are you doing?”
He put a finger to my lips, “Shhh.” I went quiet. He pulled my panty down, exposing my wet, shaved pussy. My nighty came off next, and I was completely naked. He stripped off his pajamas and underwear, his 8-inch cock standing tall, throbbing with veins. He climbed on the bed, spread my legs, and started licking my pussy. His tongue flicked my clit, sucking my pussy lips, and I moaned, “Aah… ooh…” My juices were flowing, soaking the sheets. He grabbed my boobs, pinching my nipples hard, making me squirm. “Bhaiya… please… fuck me,” I whispered, too horny to care.
He positioned his cock at my pussy entrance, the thick head teasing my wet lips. I spread my legs wider, desperate. He pushed in hard, his entire cock filling me up. “Aahh!” I screamed, my tight pussy stretching around his thick dick. It hurt like hell, but the pleasure was insane. He started thrusting, slow at first, the sound of his cock slamming into my wet pussy filling the room—slap… slap… I moaned, “Ooh… bhaiya… slow…” but he didn’t listen. He sucked my nipples, biting them gently, and I was losing it, “Aah… fuck me harder…”
He turned on his laptop and played a Kamasutra video. Hot couples were fucking in every position imaginable. He flipped me over, making me get on all fours, and rammed his cock into my pussy from behind. Smack… smack… His balls slapped my ass with every thrust. “Aah… bhaiya… chod mujhe…” I screamed, my ass bouncing. He spanked my ass hard, leaving red marks, and I loved it. “You like that, huh, you dirty girl?” he growled, fucking me faster. My pussy was dripping, my juices running down my thighs.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and put my legs on his shoulders. His cock went deeper now, hitting my core. “Ohh… fuck… bhaiya… tear my pussy…” I moaned, my body shaking. Thap… thap… The room echoed with our fucking. We tried every position—missionary, doggy, 69, cowgirl. In 69, I sucked his thick cock, gagging as it hit the back of my throat, while he tongue-fucked my pussy. I came over and over, my pussy squirting on his cock. Finally, he pulled out and shot his hot cum all over my boobs, the warm liquid dripping down my stomach. I was exhausted but fucking satisfied.
The next morning, I showered, still tingling from the night. Gopal and I watched another Kamasutra video, ready for round two. “This is just the start, Gauri,” he said with a wink. I grinned back. What did you think of my story? Drop a comment. If anyone wants to quench my thirst, I’m down for phone sex.