My name’s Neha, 19, fair, 5’4”, with a figure of 34-28-36, long black hair, and a naughty smile that can make anyone restless. I’m a college student, full of mischief and a bit of sass. My brother Rahul, 22, tall and muscular, 5’10”, the hottest guy in his college with eyes that spark a fire in me every time. Our mom, Sheila, 40, works a job, strict but loving. Dad, Rajesh, 45, a bank employee, got transferred to Kanpur recently. Now it’s just me, Mom, and Rahul at home.
We live in a posh Delhi neighborhood, in a two-story house—Rahul’s room upstairs, mine downstairs. Mom leaves early for work, I head to college on a scooty, and Rahul rides his to his college. I’m back home by 1 PM via auto, and Rahul returns around 4, an hour before Mom. Dad’s been gone for 15 days, and my body’s burning with a need for sex. I used to satisfy this craving with Dad, but now I’m desperate, wondering who can quench this fire.
One day, Mom wasn’t feeling well. Rahul told her, “Mom, I don’t want tea today.” She forgot to tell me and went to sleep. I made tea and headed to Rahul’s room upstairs. His window was slightly open. As I reached it, my eyes fell inside. Rahul was in just his underwear and a vest, reading a book, his cock rock-hard, bulging through his briefs. He was rubbing it slowly. I froze, my breath quickening, heart pounding. His cock was so stiff it made a tent in his briefs. I forgot about the tea, just stood there, staring.
He probably thought no one would bring tea, so he was carefree. Little did he know I was watching him. My pussy started itching. I couldn’t move forward, too scared to act. My mind screamed, “Rahul, don’t rub it like that, let me do it. I’ll make your cock happy.” But I was helpless. I set the tea aside and started rubbing my pussy right there. His erect cock was driving me wild.
Then Rahul pulled his cock out of his briefs. God, what a gorgeous dick! About 6.5 inches long, 3 inches thick, hard as steel. I wished I could rip his briefs off with my teeth. He started stroking it back and forth. My pussy screamed, “You idiot, what are you doing? Your sister’s pussy is ready for you, and you’re jerking off!” But I had to bury my desire. I slipped a finger inside my pussy, fingering myself. Rahul’s cock shot its load, and my pussy released too. I grabbed the cold tea and left.
Back in my room, I was restless. Rahul’s cock was all I could see. My pussy and heart were plotting to get it. I decided I needed to show him my smooth pussy first, so his cock would stand up just looking at me. But how? Rahul bathed upstairs at 6 AM and left for college. Mom and I never woke before 8. My sleep was gone, his throbbing cock haunting me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him craving Miss India Pageant 2025: When Neha Saw Her Brother Masturbating, She Got Wet and Wild
Rahul craving my pussy. My heart said, “Don’t let him suffer like this, Neha.”
At 2 AM, I couldn’t sleep. My pussy wouldn’t let me, demanding, “I need a cock, now!” I was at its mercy. Then an idea hit me. I went to the terrace and shut off the valve to Rahul’s bathroom tank so he’d have no water to bathe. Back in my room, I waited.
At 5:45 AM, I was in my bathroom, clothes off, door slightly open. I knew Rahul would come downstairs to bathe. At 6, I heard him on the stairs. I turned on the shower, pretending to bathe. I left the door unlatched, facing it, one hand squeezing my tits, the other rubbing my pussy. I spread my legs, teasing my wet slit. Rahul opened the door, saw me, and froze. I acted shocked, like I didn’t know he’d come. But I wanted him to see my pussy and tits, to crave me.
He slammed the door shut. I locked it, finished my act, and left my panties in the bathroom on purpose. I came out, pretending to be shy, and ran to my room. Rahul bathed and went to his room. I took tea to him and said, “Sorry, Bhai, I didn’t know you’d come.” My eyes were down, but I caught him staring at my tits, popping out of my tight tee. He said, “No, I should apologize. No water upstairs, so I came down.” I knew my plan was working.
I skipped college that day, told Mom I was unwell, and spent all day plotting my next move. That evening, when Mom and Rahul were home, I told Mom, “Teach me to ride the scooty.” She said, “I’m not well, learn from Dad when he’s back.” I insisted, “No, I want to learn now.” She told Rahul, “You teach her.” He hesitated, then realized he’d get to sit behind me, maybe touch my tits. He agreed. My plan was to make his cock rub my ass, driving him wild.
Rahul came out in a kurta and pyjama. I wore a short skirt and tight top to show off my tits and thighs. At the ground, I sat on the scooty, legs spread. Rahul sat behind me, braking often so I could press my tits against his back. My pussy was buzzing, thinking, “If his cock touches my ass, he’ll lose it.” For an hour, we teased each other. My pussy was soaked, his cock hard, dripping through his pyjama.
The next day was Friday. Mom said, “I’m going to Kanpur this evening to see your dad.” I said, “I’ll come too.” She replied, “No, stay with Rahul.” I was thrilled, barely holding back a scream. Three days to seduce Rahul! When he heard, his sly smile told me he was planning too. That night, as Mom packed, I sat with her. Rahul came, staring at my tits, and said, “Mom, I want milk tonight, fresh.” Mom laughed, “You don’t drink milk!” I knew he meant my tits. I said, “No worries, Bhai, I’ll get you fresh milk tomorrow.” I smirked, and he winked behind Mom’s back. I decided I’d get fucked tomorrow.
After Mom gave him tea, I went upstairs. His window was open. He was on his bed, kissing my photo like a maniac, rubbing his cock. I smiled, knowing he was crazy for me. He jerked off to my picture, muttering, “Tomorrow, I’ll feed you my cum.” I fingered my pussy, thinking, “If he’s jerking for me, I’ll cum for him.” I went downstairs, sleepless, as was he.
Morning came, Mom left for work, I went to college. At 1 PM, Rahul was outside on his scooty, waiting. I knew he couldn’t wait to fuck me. I sat behind him, pressing my tits to his back every time he braked. My pussy was wet, ready for his cock.
At home, I said, “Bhai, change clothes, I’ll do the same, then cook.” I wore a tight tee and skirt. Rahul came down in a lower, no briefs. In the kitchen, he said, “Neha, I don’t want food. I want milk, fresh.” I teased, “Should’ve told me, I’d have got some from the market.” He grabbed me from behind, his hard cock against my ass, squeezing my tits. “I want your milk, my sister’s fresh milk,” he said. My pussy was on fire. I faked anger, “Let go, Bhai, I’m your sister! Shame on you!”
He kissed my neck, his cock throbbing, trying to push into my pussy through his pyjama. I said, “Bhai, this is wrong, stop!” But he kept squeezing my tits, pressing his cock harder. I moaned, “Aah Bhai, uff, what are you doing!” He turned my face, kissed my lips, sucking their juice. Then he lifted me, carried me to my room, and laid me on the bed. My pussy was screaming with joy, knowing it’d get fucked.
Rahul climbed over me, sucking my lips, rubbing my tits. I said, “No Bhai, this is a sin, stop!” But I wanted him to ignore me. He pulled off my tee, my tits bouncing free. He went wild, saying, “Neha, I’ve wanted these since I saw them.” I moaned, “Suck them, Bhai, who’s stopping you? Aah, drink my milk!”
He sucked my nipples, his tongue dancing on them. I groaned, “Aah Bhai, uff, haai, feels so good!” I yanked down his lower. No briefs—his 6.5-inch cock sprang out, pulsing. I grabbed it, kissed it, then sucked it deep. Rahul hissed, “Aah Neha, my love, eat it! Fuck, you’re sucking so good!” I took his cock fully, licking, sucking like a lollipop. His cum shot out, and I drank it all.
He laid me down, ripped off my panties. Seeing my shaved pussy, he said, “That day, your panties in the bathroom drove me mad.” He put his mouth on my pussy, his hot breath making it tingle. He licked, his tongue diving inside. I screamed, “Aah Bhai, uff, haai, eat my pussy! Aah, maa, so fucking good!” He sucked my clit, and I lost it, yelling, “Bhai, fuck me now! Aah, shove your cock in!”
He spat on my pussy and his cock, placed it at my entrance, and thrust. Half his cock slid in. I screamed, “Fuck, I’m dead!” Another thrust, and his full cock was inside. It hurt, but the pleasure was insane. He fucked me, in and out, my pussy hugging his cock. I rocked my ass, matching his rhythm. “Aah Bhai, harder! Rip my pussy! Uff, haai, maa, so good!”
He squeezed my tits, pounded my pussy. His cock rubbed my walls, the slap-slap sound echoing. I came once, but wanted more. “Aah Bhai, faster! Tear me apart! Haai, uff!” His speed increased, and after 20 minutes, we both came. His hot cum shot like a fountain inside me. I screamed, “Fuck, I’m done!” He collapsed on me. After 15 minutes, he tried pulling out. I said, “Bhai, keep it in, feels good.” Ten minutes later, he pulled out, licked my pussy clean, and said, “Your pussy’s so tasty!” I licked his cock clean too. I asked, “Bhai, will you fuck me daily?” He grinned, “Hell yeah, I’m ready anytime!” I hugged him tight.
I rubbed his cock again. In 10 minutes, it was hard, throbbing for my pussy. He said, “Neha, this cock’s ready to fuck you anytime.” I replied, “My pussy’s yours, Bhai. Fuck it whenever.” From then on, we fucked whenever the mood hit.
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