It was late at night, and I, Neha, was sitting on the bed with my younger brother Rahul, both of us wrapped in a blanket. I’m 24, slim with long black hair, fair skin, and pink lips that catch attention. Rahul, 22, fair and muscular, was wearing a loose shirt with rolled-up sleeves and jeans that showed off his strong thighs. I had on a thin nighty that stopped at my knees, nothing underneath because of the warm night. The room was dimly lit by a table lamp, casting soft shadows on our faces.
We were messing around on our phones, and Rahul was showing me pictures of his friends. He was laughing, scrolling through, when a photo popped up of him in just his underwear. My eyes widened. “What’s this, Rahul?” I asked, giggling, my gaze stuck on his toned body.
“Look at that! My body’s solid, isn’t it?” he said proudly, flexing his arms, his face glowing with confidence.
I pointed at his underwear, teasing, “And what’s this rod-like thing, bhai?” My voice was playful, and I bit my lip to hide a smirk.
“Shut up, Neha! Everyone’s got one,” he said, blushing a bit, but his eyes had a naughty spark.
“But this big?” I teased more, my laughter turning into something cheekier. My heart was racing now.
“What can I do if it’s big?” he grinned, his eyes dropping to my nighty. “What about you? What’s down there?”
“Get lost! Girls don’t have rods,” I laughed, but a thrill shot through my body. My cheeks flushed.
“Really? Show me then, you’re lying!” he said, and before I could react, he playfully slapped my thigh, his hand brushing close to my pussy over the nighty. “Oh, what’s this? Feels different!” His fingers pressed lightly, and a jolt of electricity ran through me. I tried to stay cool, but my face was burning.
“Well, you’ve got something, don’t you?” I shot back, gathering courage and touching his cock over his jeans. It was already hard, and he shivered at my touch. “God, it’s like a rock!” I said, half-joking, but my voice betrayed my excitement.
“Wait, I’ll show you more,” he said, pulling out his phone again. “Check this out, my cock. And this one’s Rohit’s. Look how thick mine is!” He was showing off now, and my mind was spinning. My pussy was getting wet, and I kept rubbing my thighs together to ease the itch.
Just then, Mummy called out, “What are you two doing? Come eat dinner!”
We jumped out from under the blanket and ran to the dining table, laughing. “I’ll show you more after dinner,” Rahul whispered in my ear, and my pulse quickened.
After dinner, we were back in our room. Mummy and Papa said, “We’re going to sleep. Turn off the lights and sleep.” Mummy locked their door. We switched on the TV, but our minds were elsewhere. The blanket was pushed aside, and Rahul’s hard cock was bulging through his jeans. He wasn’t hiding it, and I knew he was teasing me on purpose.
I played innocent. “Rahul, what do you call this thing of yours?” I asked, touching his cock again, this time pressing harder over his jeans.
“That’s for pissing,” he laughed, but his breathing was heavy.
“No, tell me the real name,” I said, looking into his eyes, my fingers still rubbing his bulge.
“Okay, don’t get mad. It’s a cock,” he said softly, and his hand slid to my thigh. His fingers slipped under my nighty and pressed my pussy lightly. “And this? This is a pussy,” he said, his finger tracing my slit. My body caught fire. “Oh god, pussy?” I said, pretending to be shocked, but my voice was dripping with lust.
“And these?” I pointed at my boobs. He touched them over my nighty, squeezing gently. “These are tits,” he said, and his hands started kneading my boobs. My breathing got faster. His cock was pitching a tent in his jeans now. I grabbed it again, squeezing hard. “Fuck, it’s so hard!” I said. Rahul groaned, “Neha, this feels so good!”
“Show me your tits,” he said, his eyes hungry.
“No way, you show your cock first,” I shot back, smirking.
“I’m shy… but okay, squeeze it more,” he said. I gripped his cock tighter, and he moaned, “Ohh, Neha, this is awesome!” My body was buzzing with excitement.
“Fine, now look at my tits,” I said, lifting my nighty to free my boobs. They’re fair, medium-sized, with light brown nipples, and Rahul’s eyes were glued to them. He grabbed my boobs and squeezed hard. “Aahh!” I moaned, my pussy dripping now.
“Now show your cock, please,” I begged, my voice shaky with need. Rahul pulled down his jeans and underwear, and his cock sprang out—seven inches, thick, and rock-hard. My jaw dropped. “Fuck, it’s huge!” I said, grabbing it. It felt like hot iron in my hand. I stroked it slowly, and Rahul’s moans grew louder. “Neha, ohh… keep doing that!”
“Now you show your pussy,” he said, his voice thick with desire. I shyly lifted my nighty higher and spread my legs. My pussy, already wet, was bare for him. He ran his finger along my slit and pushed it inside my hole. “Aahhh!” I gasped, my body trembling. His finger moved in and out, and my pussy got wetter. I pushed his hand away, but deep down, I wanted more.
“Enough, let’s sleep. We’ll do more tomorrow,” I said, trying to sound calm, but my body was on fire. Rahul lay down next to me. “Neha, how does a cock go in a pussy? Do you know?” he asked.
My heart raced with lust. “No idea, try it and see,” I said, my voice teasing. “Maybe your cock won’t fit.”
“How do I do it?” he asked, his breath heavy.
“Come on top of me, put your cock on my pussy, and push,” I said, my body tingling with anticipation.
Rahul got between my legs. He’d stripped off his jeans and underwear completely. His cock was at my pussy’s entrance now. My pussy was soaking wet, and my body was trembling with desire. He rubbed his cock against my slit. “Ohh, Rahul, put it in!” I moaned. He pushed slowly, and half his cock slid inside. “Aahhh!” I screamed, a mix of pain and pleasure hitting me.
“Harder, put it all in!” I urged, my voice shaking. He lay on top of me and thrust hard. His entire cock filled my pussy. “Fuck, it’s so thick!” I moaned, my body writhing. Rahul started thrusting, and the “thap-thap” sound of our bodies echoed in the room. My pussy walls gripped his cock tightly. “Aahh… ohh… Rahul, fuck me harder!” I screamed.
“Di, this feels so fucking good!” he groaned, grabbing my tits and squeezing them. His fingers pinched my nipples, sending shocks through me. I was lost in pleasure. He sped up, his thrusts harder and faster. The “thap-thap, fap-fap” sounds were like music to my ears. I spread my legs wider, letting his cock go deeper.
“Rahul, fuck me harder! Ohh, it’s so good!” I screamed. He held me tight, pounding faster. My pussy was dripping, and every thrust sent sparks through my body. I dug my nails into his back. “Aahh… ohh… Rahul, fuck my pussy!” I was shouting now.
Then he told me to get on all fours. I turned over, my nighty hiked up, my pussy exposed. He rubbed his cock on my slit again and thrust hard. “Aahhh!” I moaned louder. His cock was hitting deeper now, and the “thap-thap” sound got louder. I moved my hips to meet his thrusts. “Ohh, Rahul, fuck me, don’t stop!” I begged.
He grabbed my hips, pounding harder. His hands reached for my tits, squeezing and pulling my nipples. I was drowning in pleasure. Suddenly, I felt my orgasm building. “Rahul, I’m… I’m cumming!” I screamed, my pussy clenching his cock. At the same time, Rahul came, his hot cum filling my pussy. He collapsed on me, both of us panting.
“God, Rahul, get off! What did you do?” I laughed, catching my breath.
“What? We were just trying, di!” he chuckled. “This is fucking, right?”
“Hell yeah, and it was amazing!” I said. “Want to try my ass now?”
“What? Your asshole?” he asked, shocked but excited.
“Yeah, see if it fits,” I teased.
I turned to my side, pushing my ass toward him. His cock was hard again. I relaxed my asshole, and he placed his cock at the entrance. “Go slow,” I said. He pushed gently, and his cock slid into my tight asshole. “Aahh… slow!” I moaned, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure. He grabbed my tits and started thrusting slowly. The “thap-thap” sound started again.
“Fuck, di, your ass is so tight!” he groaned. I relaxed more, letting his cock go deeper. His thrusts got faster, and my asshole gripped his cock. Within minutes, he came again, his hot cum filling my ass.
“God, Rahul, you’re incredible!” I panted.
“Di, we’ll do this every day, right?” he asked, his eyes gleaming.
“Yeah, but don’t tell Mummy-Papa, or we’ll get thrashed,” I laughed.
“No way, I’m not dying!” he said.
“Want to fuck again?” I teased.
“Hell yeah, I’ll fuck you hard!” he said, pumped up.
I spread my legs again, and his cock slid back into my pussy. “Aahh… ohh…” I moaned as he fucked me in different positions—on top, doggy, my legs on his shoulders. The “thap-thap, fap-fap” sounds filled the room. I scratched his back, and he squeezed my tits. We fucked all night, and my craving was satisfied.
Morning came, and our bodies were sore, but we were smiling. We couldn’t wait for the next night. What do you think—should we keep doing this every day?