Hey, I’m Arbaaz, 27 years old, an engineer with a cock that’s a solid 8 inches long and 3 inches thick—enough to drive any woman wild. This is the true story of how I fucked my cousin sister, Jasmin, and turned her into my personal slut. Jasmin, 36, is a married mom of two, but her body is pure fire: 34-inch tits, a 32-inch waist, and a 36-inch ass so juicy it could make a grandpa’s dick stand at attention. Growing up together in our village, I’d always lusted after her, jerking off to fantasies of her curvy body. When she showed up for my wedding preparations, I knew this was my chance to make her mine.
Our family home was a sprawling, old-school setup in the village, with creaky wooden floors and rooms packed with relatives. Jasmin arrived a week before the wedding, rocking a tight red salwar-kameez that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her dupatta kept slipping, giving me glimpses of her deep cleavage. I was hooked from the moment she walked in, her hips swaying like a porn star. The first day was chaos—relatives everywhere, everyone busy with wedding prep—but my eyes were glued to Jasmin’s ass and tits every chance I got.
I’d grown up with her, sharing secrets and laughs, but now my thoughts were pure filth. I’d read enough incest stories to know I wanted her under me, moaning my name. The second day, I started testing the waters. When she bent over to sweep the floor, her salwar stretched tight over her round ass, and I stood close, pretending to help but really staring. I’d brush against her waist or “accidentally” bump her ass with my thigh. She never said a word, just smirked, which made my cock throb. I was jerking off three times a day in the bathroom, picturing her naked, but it wasn’t enough.
By the third day, the house was overflowing with guests, and space was tight. I usually slept alone in my bedroom, but Mom decided Jasmin and her kids should crash there too. Jackpot. That night, Jasmin wore a blue salwar-kameez so tight it showed every curve. Her kids passed out in the corner, and she slid into bed next to me. I was under a blanket, heart pounding, cock already hard. Her breathing was soft, her tits rising and falling. I couldn’t sleep. I slipped my pajama down, pulled out my cock, and started stroking, eyes locked on her. I came twice, soaking the blanket, but I still wanted to fuck her brains out.
Next morning, Jasmin was in the kitchen, wearing a pink kurta that made her tits pop. I grabbed a chai and she hit me with a wicked smile. “Sleep well?” she teased. “Or were you too busy staring at me all night?” I froze. She leaned in, whispering, “I know you jerked off, Arbaaz. Twice. Don’t waste it like that before your wedding.” My jaw dropped. I stammered, “Jasmin, you’re so fucking hot, I can’t control my dick around you.” She reached down, grabbed my cock through my pants, and squeezed. “If you were that horny, you should’ve fucked my pussy and filled me up,” she purred. “I was scared you’d tell everyone,” I admitted. She laughed, stroking me harder. “If you’d tried, you’d be in paradise right now. Be ready tonight. I wanna see what this cock can do.”
All day, my dick wouldn’t calm down. I was counting the seconds till night. When Jasmin came to bed, her kids were tucked away, and she slid under my blanket in a black salwar-kameez that screamed “fuck me.” She didn’t waste time, climbing on top and kissing me hard. Her lips were soft and hot, her tongue dancing with mine. I grabbed her tits through her kurta, squeezing those soft, heavy mounds. “Fuck, Arbaaz, make me your whore tonight,” she moaned, grinding against my cock.
I ripped off her kurta, revealing a pink bra barely holding her tits. I yanked it off, and her round, creamy breasts spilled out, nipples dark and hard. I sucked one, swirling my tongue around the nipple, while pinching the other. Jasmin groaned, “Suck harder, you bastard. Drain my tits.” I bit her nipple lightly, making her gasp, then kissed down her neck, nibbling her earlobes. Her skin tasted like sweat and perfume, driving me wild.
She pushed me back, tearing off my shirt and kissing my chest. Her lips trailed down, teasing my nipples, then lower. She rubbed my cock through my pajama, then yanked it down with her teeth. My 8-inch beast sprang free, slapping her cheek. “Holy fuck, Arbaaz, this cock’s a monster,” she said, eyes wide. She wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking slow, her tongue flicking the slit. I groaned, grabbing her hair as she took me deeper, gagging but not stopping. She bobbed her head, slurping loudly, her spit dripping down my balls. “Fuck, Jasmin, you suck like a pro,” I growled. She popped off, grinning. “I’m your whore, Arbaaz. Feed me your cum.” I fucked her mouth, hitting her throat till I exploded, shooting ropes of cum she swallowed greedily.
I flipped her onto her back, peeling off her salwar. Her black panties were soaked, outlining her pussy lips. I licked her through the fabric, tasting her juices, then ripped them off. Her shaved pussy was pink and glistening, begging to be fucked. I dove in, lapping at her clit, sucking it hard. Jasmin bucked, moaning, “Eat my pussy, Arbaaz. Make me cum.” I slid a finger inside, then two, pumping as I sucked. Her pussy clenched, and she screamed, “Fuck, I’m cumming!” Her juices flooded my mouth, and I drank every drop.
She was panting, but I wasn’t done. I rubbed my cock along her slit, teasing her. “Beg for it, slut,” I said. “Fuck me, Arbaaz. Rip my pussy apart,” she pleaded. I pushed the tip in, her tightness gripping me. With one hard thrust, I buried all 8 inches. Jasmin screamed, “Oh fuck, it’s too big!” I kissed her to muffle the noise, then started pounding. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I grabbed them, pinching her nipples. “Take it, you whore,” I grunted. She wrapped her legs around me, meeting my thrusts. “Harder, Arbaaz. Fuck your sister like a bitch.”
After 10 minutes, I pulled out and flipped her onto her knees. Her ass was a perfect, round target. I slapped it, leaving red marks, and she moaned, “Spank me, you fucker.” I spread her cheeks, lined up, and slammed into her pussy from behind. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, and I grabbed her hips, fucking her like a jackhammer. “Your pussy’s so tight, Jasmin,” I growled. She screamed, “Fuck, I’m cumming again!” Her pussy spasmed, milking my cock, but I kept going.
I wanted her ass. I grabbed some oil from the bedside, slicked up her tight hole, and worked a finger in. She tensed, “Go slow, Arbaaz. My ass is virgin.” I added another finger, stretching her, then pressed my cock against her hole. The tip popped in, and she gasped, “Fuck, it hurts!” I held still, letting her adjust, then pushed deeper. Halfway in, I thrust hard, burying my cock in her ass. Jasmin cried out, “You’re tearing me apart!” I covered her mouth, fucking her slow at first, then faster. Her ass was so tight, squeezing me like a vice. “Take it, whore. Your ass is mine,” I said. She moaned, “Fuck my ass, Arbaaz. Make me your slut.”
I pounded her ass for 15 minutes, her moans turning to pleasure. “Cum in my ass,” she begged. I slammed deep, unloading a massive load inside her. We collapsed, sweating and spent. Jasmin kissed me, whispering, “You fucked me like a real whore, Arbaaz. I’m yours now.” I grinned, “Every night, you’re getting this cock.”
For the rest of the week, we fucked like animals—her pussy, her ass, her mouth—whenever we could sneak away. Even after the wedding, whenever she visits, I bang her like the slut she is. My cousin sister is my dirty little secret, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.