My name is Pushpa, and today I’m spilling the beans on a real, steamy story from my life. This isn’t about my real brother but my cousin, Kishan, who fucked me so hard one night that I was screaming in pain. But let me tell you, after a while, the pleasure hit me like a storm, and I was lost in it. I’m going to walk you through every juicy detail of that night—what happened, how my pussy welcomed his thick cock, and how we drowned in each other’s lust until dawn.
I’m 21 years old, studying in Kanpur, and I live in a hostel. Kishan, my 24-year-old cousin, lives in Kanpur Dehat. He wasn’t much into studies, so he started helping out with our dad’s business early on. I’m a bit of a modern girl—always rocking tight jeans and crop tops that show off my navel. My fair skin, short Sadhana-cut hair, and 34B boobs drive guys crazy. When I walk, my ass sways in a way that makes heads turn. Kishan always had this glint in his eyes when he saw me, but I never thought much of it—until that night.
It all went down about a month ago. Kishan came to Kanpur to drop off some stuff from home, as someone from the family does every month. That night, we were both in my hostel room. It was around midnight. I was wearing a skirt and a sleeveless top, lying on a mattress on the floor, while Kishan was on the cot above. I was scrolling through some hot stories on my phone, getting myself all worked up, and he was busy playing some game on his. Out of nowhere, my stomach started cramping—badly. The pain got so intense that tears welled up in my eyes. Kishan noticed and freaked out. He ran out to find a pharmacy, but at that hour, everything was closed.
He came back empty-handed and said, “Pushpa, if you’re okay with it, I can rub some warm mustard oil on your stomach. Mom used to do that when we had stomach aches.” I was desperate, so I agreed. He heated the oil and came back. I pulled my skirt up a bit and lifted my top to my navel. Kishan poured the warm oil on my stomach and started massaging gently. His hands glided over my soft skin, his fingers teasing my flesh. After about ten minutes, the pain faded, and I felt sleepy.
But then, something else took over. His hands started wandering higher, pushing my top up further until he was brushing against the edge of my bra. My body tingled, and I couldn’t ignore the heat building inside me. I kept pretending to sleep, but my breathing got heavier. By mistake, my hand brushed against his pants, and I felt something hard. Holy shit—his cock was rock-solid. My mind was a mess—this was my cousin, but his touch was setting me on fire.
Kishan moved to my legs, massaging them now. He slid my skirt up to my thighs, his fingers caressing my soft skin. I peeked through half-closed eyes and saw him pull out his cock—long, thick, and throbbing. He was stroking it, his eyes locked on me. My pussy was getting wetter by the second. He gently tugged my panties down and started sniffing them, which shocked me but turned me on even more. He rubbed my panties against his cock, moaning softly. Then he lifted my skirt higher, getting a full view of my smooth, dripping pussy. His voice was husky as he whispered, “Fuck, Pushpa, your pussy is perfect.”
He spread my legs wider, his cock hovering near my pussy. I kept up the sleeping act, but my body was screaming for him. He pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy lips and gave a light thrust. I “woke up” in a panic, saying, “Kishan, what the hell are you doing?” His eyes were wild with lust. “Pushpa, don’t stop me tonight. I need to fuck you.” I protested, “No, this is wrong. We’re cousins!” He shot back, “Wrong? You let your tuition teacher fuck you, even our uncle had you. I know everything.”
I was stunned. He’d dug up all my dirty secrets. Defeated, I said, “Fine, but I’m on my period. There’s a little blood. Let’s do this tomorrow.” He smirked, “Just a little, Pushpa, I promise.” I was burning inside but kept resisting. Finally, I gave in, “Okay, but just a little.” He lifted my legs, placed his thick cock at my pussy’s entrance, and with one powerful thrust, buried it deep inside me. I screamed—his cock tore through my tight pussy, stretching it to its limits. “I said just a little, you asshole!” I yelled. He laughed, “What, you think a lion sniffs a goat and walks away? No chance.”
He started pounding me, his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy. The pain mixed with pleasure as my period made everything slicker, hotter. Soon, I was thrusting my hips up to meet his, matching his rhythm. The room echoed with the wet sounds of our fucking—slap, slap, slap. I moaned, “Ohh, fuck, Kishan, harder… harder!” My tits bounced with every thrust, and he grabbed them, squeezing hard. He ripped off my bra and sucked my nipples, his tongue swirling around them. I was losing it, gasping, “Suck my tits, oh god, yes!”
Sometimes I climbed on top, riding his cock, feeling it hit deep inside my pussy. Other times, he pinned me down, fucking me senseless. My pussy gripped his cock, milking it with every thrust. The heat of my period only made it more intense, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. He kissed me hungrily, his tongue exploring my mouth, and I bit his lips, tasting him. He grabbed my ass, spanking it as he growled, “Pushpa, your pussy’s fucking heaven.” I grinned, “And your cock’s a fucking king.”
We fucked all night, over and over. After every orgasm, we’d pause, kiss, and grope each other before diving back in. Kishan ate my pussy, his tongue lapping up my juices, even with a hint of blood. I sucked his cock, taking it deep in my throat, savoring every inch. When morning came, my pussy was swollen and sore, and I could barely walk. But that night? It was pure bliss, every moment etched in my mind. Kishan looked at me with a wicked smile and said, “Pushpa, this was just the start. Next time, it’s gonna be even wilder.” I blushed and teased, “We’ll see, cousin.”