My name’s Riya, 22 years old, fair, long black hair, figure 34-28-36, the kind that makes guys in college stare. My younger brother Rahul, 20, skinny but decent-looking, is always glued to his phone watching YouTube or Bhojpuri films. We live in a middle-class Delhi house, where Mom and Dad are usually busy with work. Rahul loves making videos, and me? I’m crazy about becoming famous. I had thousands of followers on TikTok before it got banned, and my world crashed. Now it’s all about YouTube Shorts, so I thought, why not try my luck?
Rahul and I started making YouTube Shorts together. He’d handle the camera, set up lights, and sometimes act too. His brain was full of Bhojpuri movie ideas, all about sexy moves and body show-off. I’d laugh at his suggestions, but deep down, I knew hot content goes viral fast. One day, Mom and Dad went to Nani’s place for a wedding. It was just me and Rahul at home. From morning, he was jumping with excitement, saying, “Didi, today we’ll make a killer video. People won’t stop watching!” His energy got me pumped too. He said, “Let’s go to the upstairs room, the lighting’s perfect there.”
We went upstairs. Rahul set up the mobile on a stand and said, “Didi, this scene’s gonna be bold. You need to give sexy poses, like Bhojpuri heroines.” I laughed, “Okay, tell me, what do I do?” He explained I’d act scared and cuddle up to him, like it’s a spooky night. I said, “Fine, but don’t do anything weird.” He winked, “Chill, Didi, I’m the director!”
In the first take, I wore a tight t-shirt and jeans, but Rahul wasn’t happy. “Didi, this is boring! No vibe in the scene. Change your clothes, something bold.” I asked, “Bold means what?” He didn’t hesitate, “Shoot in a bra, just show your back. It’ll drive people crazy!” I was shocked, “You nuts? Bra? And you’ll shoot it?” He laughed, “It’s just acting, Didi! Only back shots, nothing else.” My heart raced, but the dream of going viral was too strong. I agreed.
I went to the corner, took off my t-shirt, and stood in my black bra. I was so shy my cheeks burned, so I wrapped a towel around me. Rahul shouted, “What’s this, Didi? Remove the towel, it’ll ruin the shot!” I hesitated, “Rahul, this doesn’t feel right.” He came closer, his eyes weirdly bright. “Didi, to be a heroine, you gotta ditch the shame. Haven’t you seen Bhojpuri actresses strip in front of crowds?” I stayed quiet. He pulled the towel off. My breath stopped. He stared at my chest, saying, “Fuck, Didi, what a hot body! This is gonna go viral!”
My heart was pounding. He touched my cheek, whispering, “You look so fucking sexy.” I was nervous but kinda liked the compliment. He said, “Give a sexy pose.” I hesitated but got on my knees, raised my ass, and leaned forward with my hands on the floor. My boobs dangled in the bra, and Rahul’s eyes were glued to them. “Damn, Didi, what awesome boobs! Never seen anything like this on YouTube!” I was dying of shame, but his words were making me feel weirdly excited. Then he said, “Take off the bra, just cover your boobs with your hands. Like Poonam Pandey!” I snapped, “You mad?” But he pushed, “Didi, fame needs sacrifice. Or we can shoot a Monday fast video, but no one’ll watch that!”
I thought, if I back out now, I’ll never make it big. I unhooked my bra and covered my boobs with my hands. Rahul’s breathing got heavy. He said, “Fuck, Didi, now that’s the stuff! Give one hot pose, let me see how good an actress you are.” I refused to take off my skirt and panties, but he said, “Just pose, no video yet.” I stood there, hands on my boobs, feeling exposed. Rahul came closer, his breath on my face. He whispered, “Didi, let’s do a lip-kiss scene. Just acting.” I froze. I’d already gone so far, what was left to hide? I nodded.
He grabbed my hair and kissed my lips hard. I stiffened but couldn’t stop myself from kissing back. Our tongues tangled, and my body was heating up. He started rubbing my boobs, squeezing my ass. “Rahul… this is wrong,” I mumbled, but my voice was weak. He growled, “It’s just acting, Didi, enjoy it.” He stripped off his clothes. His 6-inch dick was rock hard, and my eyes widened. I never thought I’d see my brother like this.
He pulled me to the bed. My heart was racing, my body burning. He spread my legs and stared at my pussy, saying, “Fuck, Didi, what a tight pussy!” His dirty talk was making me lose control. He licked my pussy slowly, his tongue teasing every inch. “Aahh… Rahul… uhh…” I moaned, my hips moving on their own. He sucked harder, making me crazy. “Oohh… fuck… keep going…” I gasped. He slid a finger inside my wet pussy, moving it in and out. “Aahh… uhh… more…” I begged, lost in pleasure. He licked my ass too, and my moans echoed in the room. “Oohh… aahh…”
Then he placed his dick at my pussy’s entrance. “Ready, Didi?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. I nodded, too far gone to care. He pushed his dick inside slowly. “Aahh… fuck… uhh…” I screamed as it stretched my pussy. He started thrusting, slow at first, then faster. “Oohh… aahh… fuck me…” I moaned loudly. He spread my legs wider, pounding harder. “Didi, your pussy’s so fucking tight!” he groaned. I was lost in the rhythm, my boobs bouncing with every thrust. He flipped me into doggy style, slapped my ass, and said, “What a sexy ass, Didi!” I screamed, “Aahh… uhh… fuck me harder…” My body shook as I came again and again.
He fucked me in different positions for what felt like hours, my moans filling the room. “Oohh… Rahul… aahh…” I kept gasping. Finally, he came inside my pussy, and we collapsed on the bed, panting. Later, he edited the video and uploaded it to a website. Millions watched it, and comments flooded in. I got the fame I wanted, but at a cost I never imagined.
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