Hey guys, I’m Kunwar, a 29-year-old married guy from a small town near Jaipur. I’m 5’10”, fair, and keep my body fit with daily gym sessions. I’m a computer engineer and have been reading sexy stories for the last seven months—they set my mind on fire. I’ve been married for three years to Rani, 27, a beautiful homely woman, but her low sex drive always leaves me craving more. Today, I’m here to share a wild, real story from the winter of 2018, when my cousin sister Neha came to our place, and we celebrated the New Year with a bang—literally!
Neha, my 22-year-old cousin, studies in Delhi. She’s got a killer 34-28-36 figure, fair skin, long black hair, and eyes that could make anyone weak. Her walk has this sexy vibe, and when she smiles, those dimples on her cheeks drive me nuts. She’s so hot that just thinking about her makes my 6-inch cock rock hard. I’d jerked off imagining her countless times but never dared to make a move. She’d always give me these teasing side glances, her smile sparking something naughty in me.
In December 2018, Neha came to our house for a 10-12 day vacation. Our house is a big, old-school haveli in the village, where everyone’s asleep by 9 PM. It was peak winter, and the family would huddle under blankets in one room, chatting. That night, Neha sat next to me, her thigh brushing against mine under the blanket. My heart raced. I slowly slid my hand onto her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. She looked at me and gave a sly smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. That was my green signal.
I kept stroking her thigh, moving my hand toward her waist. She didn’t stop me; her breathing got heavier. I got bold and placed my hand on her boob, feeling it through her tight sweater. She shivered but didn’t push me away. She whispered, “Bhaiya, teach me something about computers. I don’t know anything.”
Seizing the chance, I said, “Sure, but classes will be after 9 PM when everyone’s asleep.”
She giggled and said, “Okay, I’ll come to your room after dinner.”
At 9:30 PM, she showed up in my room, wearing tight jeans and a red sweater that hugged her curves perfectly. The village was dead quiet, and my room was lit only by the computer screen. I started teaching her basics—how to play songs, use MS Office. While explaining, I’d purposely touch her, holding her hand to guide the mouse or brushing her waist. She was getting turned on, her breaths getting deeper.
I sneakily clicked on a porn clip and pretended to sleep. She saw it, gasped, and quickly closed it. But after a bit, curiosity got her. I peeked and saw her reopen the file. The screen showed a girl squeezing her boobs, and Neha’s face flushed red. She started rubbing her boobs over her sweater, her breaths heavy. She was totally horny.
I quietly got up and stood behind her, kissing her neck softly. She jumped and said, “Bhaiya, what are you doing?”
I looked into her eyes and said, “Giving you what you want.”
She blushed but didn’t stop me. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her lips. They were soft and juicy, and soon she was kissing me back. I squeezed her boobs through her sweater, feeling their firmness. She moaned softly, “Mmm…” I lifted her sweater, kissing her boobs over her bra. Her 34B tits were tight, her nipples hard through the fabric.
I unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down. She was in just her bra and panties now, her fair thighs and tight ass making my cock throb. She looked at my bulge and said, “Bhaiya, what’s this? So hard?”
I grinned, “It’s waiting for you.”
She rubbed my cock through my pants, and I touched her pussy over her panties—she was soaking wet. I unhooked her bra, revealing her perky, fair boobs with pink nipples. I sucked one nipple, and she moaned, “Ohhh… Bhaiya… suck harder…” I laid her on the bed and pulled off her panties. Her pussy was clean, fair, and dripping wet. I kissed it, licking her clit slowly. She went wild, “Aahhh… Bhaiya… ohhh… what are you doing… lick more…” Her moans echoed in the room. I slid one finger into her tight pussy, and she squirmed, her walls gripping my finger.
She gasped, “Bhaiya, don’t tease me anymore… my pussy’s burning…”
I said, “Hold on, we’re just getting started.”
I got her into a 69 position. She took my cock in her mouth, sucking it eagerly, while I tongue-fucked her pussy. Her juices were salty and intoxicating. She moaned, “Mmm… so big…” as she sucked me. I licked her pussy hard, anday she came twice, her juices flooding my mouth. I drank every drop. My cock was ready to burst, and I fucked her mouth, shooting my cum down her throat. She licked it clean, saying, “Bhaiya, it tastes so good…”
After a short break, my cock was hard again. I sucked her tits, making her writhe in pleasure. I slid two fingers into her pussy, and she screamed, “Aahhh… Bhaiya… put it in… my pussy can’t wait…”
I said, “Let me oil it up first, or it’ll hurt.”
I rubbed oil on my 6-inch cock and her pussy. I placed my cock at her entrance and pushed gently. Only 2 inches went in, and she screamed, “Ohhh… Bhaiya… stop… I’ll die…” I paused, sucking her tits to calm her. When she relaxed, I gave a hard thrust, breaking her seal. She yelled, “Aahhh… uhhh… mummy… I’m dead…” I kissed her lips and started slow thrusts. The “thap… thap… thap…” sound filled the room. She started moving her hips, matching my rhythm, moaning, “Ohhh… Bhaiya… fuck harder… tear my pussy… aahhh…”
I pounded her for 200-250 strokes, and she came four times, her pussy clenching my cock. Finally, I shot my load inside her. We were sweating, and she collapsed on my chest, saying, “Bhaiya, this was the best moment of my life…”
That night, December 31, 2018, I fucked her three more times. Each time, she got wilder, moaning, “Aahhh… uhhh… fuck me harder…” as the “thap… thap…” sounds echoed. By 6 AM, she was exhausted, barely able to walk. She limped back to her room.
For the next seven days, she came to my room every night. We fucked like animals—sometimes I’d eat her pussy, sometimes she’d suck my cock. She loved trying new positions. After seven days, she left for home but whispered, “Bhaiya, I’ll be back whenever I get the chance.”