Widow Sister Sex Story: My name’s Rajesh, 25 years old, 6 feet tall, with a dick measuring 6.5 inches long and 1.5 inches thick. I come from a decent family—me, my mom, and my elder sister, Bharti. Bharti didi is 30, with a killer figure of 24-36-24. Her tits are so full and juicy, they’d make anyone’s mouth water. She’s always been into fashion, rocking tight outfits that show off her curves. She got married four years back, but now she’s a widow and back living with us.
Ever since I was a kid, didi loved me to bits since I’m the youngest in the house. We used to sleep in the same room, even sharing a bed until she was 20. Then mom told us to sleep on separate beds. Back then, I was too young, but as I grew up, dirty thoughts about didi started creeping into my head. At night, when she was asleep, I’d sneakily touch her tits or brush my hand over her pussy. Fear always stopped me from going further, but I’d jerk off in the bathroom, thinking of her. Fucking didi was a fantasy I couldn’t shake off.
When didi came back home after becoming a widow, I noticed she was often lost in sadness. I decided to cheer her up, cracking jokes, talking about old times, anything to make her smile. One day, she came out of the bathroom after a shower. Guess there was no towel, so she’d thrown on a wet gown. It clung to her body, showing off every curve. Her tits were popping out, and I could see the shape of her thighs. I was glued to the sight. That night, I jerked off hard in the bathroom, picturing her wet body.
We used to hang out a lot, playing games or chatting on the computer. One night, while didi was sleeping in the next room, I deliberately opened an incest story on the computer titled ‘Didi’s Fucking’. I got so lost in it that I didn’t notice didi come up behind me. She glanced at the screen and gasped, “Rajesh, what the hell are you reading?” Her voice had more shock than anger. I froze, just staring at her. Seizing the moment, I leaned in and kissed her lips quick.
Didi pushed me back, snapping, “You’ll get a slap, you rascal!” But as she turned to leave, there was this mysterious smile in her eyes. I grinned back. A bit later, she called out, “Rajesh, come sleep now!” I went to her room, where she was lying on the bed. We started talking, and she brought up the story again. I admitted I read incest stuff and loved it. She looked at me with those deep eyes, and I took the chance to kiss her again.
This time, she pushed me lightly, but I held her tight and kept kissing. Her lips were so soft, I got lost in them. I sucked on them, and her breathing got heavy. She let out soft moans, “Mmm… Rajesh…” My hands moved to her tits over her gown, feeling their firmness. I pinched her nipples gently, and her moans got louder, “Aah… sss…” I rolled her nipples between my fingers, and her eyes fluttered shut.
I lifted her gown and pulled it off. She was in a black bra and white panties. Her fair skin looked fucking gorgeous against that black bra. Her tits were trapped in it, begging to be freed. I slid the bra straps off her shoulders and unhooked it, letting her big, round tits spill out. Her nipples were hard and pink. I’d never seen a girl like this before, and my dick was throbbing in my pants.
I grabbed her tits with both hands and squeezed them hard. Didi moaned louder, “Aah… Rajesh… easy… uff…” I pinched her nipples, then took them in my mouth, sucking and licking. Her breathing was out of control, and she ran her fingers through my hair. I slipped my fingers into the elastic of her panties and pulled them down. Her pussy was right there—pink, smooth, and slightly wet. Its scent hit me, driving me wild.
I buried my face between her thighs, sniffing her pussy. That musky smell made me crazy. I kissed it softly, and her hips jerked. “Mmm… Rajesh… what are you doing…” she said, shy but turned on. I licked her pussy, and she moaned, “Aah… sss… uff…” I started eating her out, and her thighs trembled. Her pussy was dripping now, and I lapped up every drop, savoring her taste.
Didi was fully aroused now. She yanked off my T-shirt and went for my pants. She pulled down my pants and underwear, and my hard dick sprang out. Her eyes widened, “God, it’s so big!” She smiled and started stroking it with her soft hands. Her touch made my dick even harder. She kissed it gently, then took it in her mouth. “Mmm… sss…” I moaned as she sucked it like a pro, her tongue swirling around the tip. I was shaking with pleasure.
I laid her on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was soaking wet. I grabbed a bottle of Vaseline nearby and smeared it on her pussy. Her hole looked tight, and I worried my dick might hurt her. I rubbed the tip of my dick against her pussy, and she moaned, “Aah… Rajesh… put it in… uff…” I slowly pushed the tip inside, but her pussy was so tight, only the head went in. Her eyes closed, and she moaned, “Aah… sss… slow…”
I grabbed her waist with my strong hands and gave a hard thrust. My dick slid deep into her pussy, and she screamed, “Aah… uff… Rajesh… it hurts!” Her face showed pain mixed with pleasure. I kissed her lips to muffle her cries. I thrust again, harder, and she doubled over in pain, tears in her eyes. I kept kissing her, sucking her lips, and squeezed her tits to distract her.
Slowly, her moans turned sexy, “Aah… sss… Rajesh… it’s feeling good now…” I started moving my hips, thrusting slowly. The “fap… fap…” sound of my dick sliding in and out of her wet pussy filled the room. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I picked up the pace. Her moans got louder, “Aah… sss… uff… harder… Rajesh… fuck me…” Her dirty talk sent me into overdrive.
I slammed my dick in deep, and she screamed, “Aah… uff… you’re killing me!” But her eyes were full of lust now. I kept pounding, squeezing her tits. The “fap… fap… fap…” sound got louder as her pussy juice made my dick slick. She gasped, “Rajesh… your dick’s tearing my pussy apart… uff… fuck harder…” I fucked her even faster, loving her filthy words.
For half an hour, I pounded her pussy. The wet “fap… fap…” echoed, and her moans turned into screams, “Aah… sss… Rajesh… I’m gonna cum…” Her legs loosened as she came, her pussy juice coating my dick. A few thrusts later, I shot my load inside her. I collapsed on her, both of us panting hard.
Didi kept kissing my lips, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. I kissed her pussy again, licking up her sweet juice. She held my head against her pussy, moaning, “Rajesh… you fucked me to heaven…” That night, I fucked her three times. Each time, her pussy’s scent and taste drove me wild.
Since then, I’ve been fucking didi’s pussy every night. Her tits, her pussy, her moans—they’re my addiction now. What do you think of my story? Let me know.