My uncle had two daughters, Megha and Shreya, and a son. Megha, the elder daughter, was the one who stole my heart. She was a vision, her beauty rivaling Bollywood starlets like Rakul Preet Singh, with a body that could make any guy weak in the knees. Our connection sparked when I helped her search for colleges online, a favor that turned into late-night WhatsApp chats that grew flirtier by the day.
It started innocently enough. “Hey, bro,” Megha texted one evening, her profile picture lighting up my screen. I stared at it, stunned. The Megha I remembered from childhood was gone, replaced by a curvy, jaw-dropping beauty. Her long hair framed a face that could launch a thousand fantasies, and her figure—damn, it was like she’d walked out of a movie. “Is that really you, Megha?” I typed, my fingers trembling.
“Yup, bro! You recognized me right away,” she replied, a smiley emoji punctuating her message.
“Your DP gave you away,” I shot back, my heart racing. “You look… different.”
Over the next few months, our chats became my obsession. I was stuck at home, recovering from COVID, unable to go to the office. With nothing but time, I spent hours texting Megha. We’d talk about everything—college, movies, her dreams, my boring work-from-home life. But the subtext was electric. I’d ask for her pics, and she’d send them, striking poses that made my blood boil. In one, she wore a tight top that hugged her 30D breasts, her curves screaming for attention. In another, she was in a saree, her waist teasingly exposed. I was falling hard, and I knew it was more than just friendship.
One lazy afternoon, my phone rang. It was Megha, fresh from college. “Not napping today?” I teased, picturing her sprawled on her bed.
“Nah, can’t sleep. Thought I’d bug you. You free or what?” she asked, her voice light but with a hint of something more.
“For you, Megha, I’m always free,” I said, leaning back in my chair, my pulse quickening.
“Wow, such a gentleman,” she laughed, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.
I took a deep breath, feeling bold. “Megha, I gotta say it. I really like you.”
“Oh, really? What’s so special about me?” she asked, her tone playful but curious.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Like Rakul Preet, but hotter,” I said, my voice low.
She giggled, a sound that made my cock twitch. “Oh, come on, bro!”
“I’m serious. Your beauty’s unreal,” I insisted, picturing her blushing.
“So, what do you like about me?” she pressed, her voice softer now.
“Your eyes, your face, your… figure,” I said, lingering on the last word.
“Okay, change the topic, you perv,” she laughed, but there was no anger in her voice. “Are you coming to Mom and Dad’s anniversary?”
“No one’s invited me yet,” I said, playing along.
“I’m inviting you, four months early!” she declared.
“If you’re calling, I’m there,” I said, grinning.
“It’s been forever since we met. It’ll be fun,” she said, her voice warm.
“What gift do you want?” I asked, seizing the chance to keep her talking.
“Gift? Where’s that coming from?” she asked, surprised.
“Raksha Bandhan’s in 20 days. I gotta get my sister something,” I said, testing the waters.
“Just keep your blessings with me. That’s enough,” she said sweetly.
“My blessings are always with you, but I want to spoil you,” I pushed.
“You got too much cash or what?” she teased.
“Enough to make you happy,” I shot back.
“Then get me an iPhone,” she said, laughing.
“That’s way out of my league!” I exclaimed.
“Just kidding, bro!” she said. “Get whatever you want.”
“How about a T-shirt and jeans?” I suggested.
“Sounds good,” she agreed.
“What’s your waist size?” I asked, my mind already wandering.
“30,” she said.
“And T-shirt?”
“Medium,” she replied.
A wicked idea hit me. I could figure out her bra size. “The site’s asking for a specific size. 30 or 32?” I asked, keeping my tone casual.
“Just go with medium, bro,” she said, sidestepping my trap.
In a hushed voice, I mumbled, “Should I get you some lingerie too?”
“What? I can’t hear you,” she said.
“Lingerie. Should I book some?” I repeated, my heart pounding.
“What do you mean, lingerie?” she asked, genuinely confused.
I panicked and hung up, my face burning. I ordered a black T-shirt and jeans, chickening out on the bra and panties, worried she’d stop talking to me. A few days later, she sent a pic wearing the outfit, her curves filling it out perfectly. “You look fucking gorgeous,” I texted.
“Thanks, bro, for the awesome gift!” she replied, her words making my chest swell.
Our chats grew hotter, more suggestive. I’d jerk off to her pics, imagining her body under mine. The family function in Bihar was approaching, and I couldn’t wait to see her. When I arrived at my uncle’s house, Megha greeted me in a kurta and jeans, her 5’5” frame and toned body stopping me dead. Her smile was polite, but her eyes held a spark. She served breakfast, her hips swaying as she moved, and I was lost, dreaming of getting her alone.
That evening, Megha’s aunt and her daughter, Mansi, arrived. Mansi was Megha’s mirror image—same height, same killer curves, like a duplicate goddess. After dinner, the kids decided to sleep in the terrace room, the warm Bihar night buzzing with anticipation. The guys went up first, followed by Megha, Mansi, and Saloni. By 10 p.m., we were playing games, laughing, and teasing each other. I sang a song for Megha, one I’d told her was my favorite, a subtle confession of my feelings. Her eyes met mine, understanding, but she wasn’t ready to give in yet.
The room was lively—three guys, three girls, and some younger kids. Saloni had a crush on my cousin, and Mansi was into Megha’s brother. We planned a staring game, where you lock eyes with someone without blinking. At 11 p.m., we sent the kids downstairs, leaving just the six of us. The girls picked partners, and the game kicked off. Saloni and my cousin went first, staring intensely for 10 minutes, their chemistry palpable. Megha’s brother and Mansi went next, their gazes locked, tension thick. Then it was me and Megha.
“Come on, Megha, it’s our turn,” I said, my voice low.
“No way, bro, I’m too shy,” she protested, her cheeks flushing.
“It’s fun, sis! Just do it,” Saloni urged.
After some coaxing, Megha sat across from me, her eyes locking onto mine. Two minutes in, my cock was throbbing in my boxers, straining against the fabric. She noticed, a smirk playing on her lips, but she didn’t break eye contact. Her nipples hardened through her top, pressing against the thin fabric. We stared for 15 minutes, the air crackling with desire. Suddenly, she stood up. “This game’s stupid,” she said, storming out.
I followed her to the terrace. “What’s wrong?” I asked, stepping close.
“It’s a dumb game. I’m not playing,” she said, avoiding my eyes.
“Truth, Megha. You were losing control, weren’t you?” I teased, my voice husky.
“Yeah… I don’t know what was happening,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
“Look inside,” I said, nodding toward the window. She peeked and gasped. Saloni and Mansi were still staring at their partners, lost in the game, their bodies practically vibrating with tension.
“You scared us, sis!” Saloni laughed.
“You guys were way too into it,” Megha shot back, her voice sharp.
“Game’s over. Time to sleep,” Saloni said. It was midnight.
Everyone crashed on the mattresses spread across the terrace room, the moonlight casting soft shadows. At 2 a.m., I couldn’t resist. I leaned over and whispered, “Megha, wake up.”
“What, bro? Let me sleep,” she groaned, her voice groggy but cute.
“Look around. The room’s empty,” I said.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Where’s everyone? Where’s Saloni?”
“Wanna find out?” I asked, a grin spreading across my face.
“Yeah,” she said, curious.
I grabbed her hand, and she flinched slightly at my touch—our first real contact. I led her upstairs to the bathrooms, the night air cool against our skin. “Listen,” I whispered, pointing to a door. She pressed her ear against it and heard Saloni’s moans, “Ohhh, fuck, slow down, your cock’s too thick!” Her eyes widened, her breath catching.
I pulled her to the other bathroom, where Mansi’s voice echoed: “Rip my panties off. I’m gonna make you a man tonight.” Megha’s jaw dropped, her face a mix of shock and intrigue.
I signaled her to stay quiet and led her downstairs. “They’re younger than me, but they’re up there fucking their cousins,” she said, her voice trembling with disbelief.
“Love doesn’t give a fuck about relations,” I said, my eyes locked on hers.
“Still, how can they screw the guys they tied rakhi to?” she asked, her moral compass spinning.
“They didn’t tie rakhi to them,” I pointed out, stepping closer.
“I know why you’re defending them,” she said, her gaze narrowing.
“What?” I asked, my heart pounding.
“I’m the only one stuck in the past. They’re way ahead,” she said, her voice softening.
“Then catch up, Megha. Someone’s crazy about you,” I said, my voice low and urgent.
“I know it’s you,” she whispered, her eyes searching mine.
“Then say yes,” I urged, stopping in the courtyard. Her hand was still in mine, so she stopped too.
“Bro, I know you like me, but I respect you. How can I do this with you?” she said, her voice torn.
“Just one chance, Megha,” I pleaded, my voice raw.
“I’m scared. What if someone finds out?” she whispered, her eyes wide.
I pulled her into my arms, her body warm against mine. “No one will know,” I said, my lips brushing her ear.
“You’re crazy, bro. Someone might see,” she hissed, but her body didn’t pull away.
“It’s 2 a.m. Everyone’s asleep,” I said, pressing my lips to hers. She froze, her breath catching, but I kissed her deeply, tasting her soft, warm lips. For two minutes, she was still, scared, but then her resistance melted. She kissed me back, her tongue sliding against mine, hungry and desperate. Under the chandani raat, we stood in the terrace courtyard, making out like lovers, our bodies pressed tight. Megha’s 5’5” frame, her 30D tits, her 30-inch waist—she was a goddess in my arms. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hard through her top. We kissed for 15 minutes, our hands roaming, our breaths ragged.
She pulled back, panting. “Bro, if someone sees, we’re fucked,” she said, her eyes blazing with lust and fear.
I scooped her up like a bride, her body light in my arms, and carried her to the terrace room, laying her on the mattress. Her eyes locked onto mine, full of want. I climbed over her, kissing her hard, my tongue exploring her mouth. She sucked my lips, matching my passion, her hands gripping my shoulders. After five minutes, I unbuttoned her kurta, revealing her black bra, her tits straining against it. My cock was rock-hard, throbbing in my boxers. “Can I take your bra off?” I asked, my voice thick.
Her eyes closed, she nodded, arching her back. I unhooked her bra, pulling it off to reveal her creamy, heavy 30D tits, her pink nipples hard and begging to be touched. I nearly came just looking at them, her breasts spilling slightly, soft and perfect. I grabbed them, squeezing gently, feeling their weight. “Fuck, Megha, your tits are unreal,” I groaned, kneading them as her breaths quickened.
“Ohhh, bro,” she moaned, her body squirming under me.
I took a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, swirling my tongue around it. Her moans grew louder, her hips shifting. I sucked and squeezed her tits for 20 minutes, kissing her neck, her lips, her collarbone. Her kurta was off, her hair loose, making her look like a fucking angel. “It feels so weird down there,” she whispered, her voice dripping with arousal.
I slid down, pulling off her jeans to reveal her black panties, soaked through with her juices. Her thick, creamy thighs were flawless, not a single hair. I yanked her panties off, exposing her glistening pink pussy, her lips parted, dripping wet. “You’re the first and last to see me like this,” she said, her voice shaky with emotion.
I ignored her words, spreading her thighs wide, her pussy opening like a flower, her juices glistening in the moonlight. “What are you doing, bro?” she asked, nervous but curious.
“I’m gonna eat your pussy,” I said, diving in. I licked her slit, tasting her salty, slick juices, her pussy smooth and warm. I sucked her clit, sliding two fingers inside to spread her open, her pink folds quivering. “Ohhh, fuck, it tickles!” she giggled, her hips bucking.
I ate her out like a starving man, sucking her pussy lips, plunging my tongue inside. “Ohhh, bro, fuck!” she moaned, her hands gripping the mattress. Her juices flowed, and I lapped them up, loving her taste. “Your pussy’s so fucking wet, Megha,” I growled, fingering her deeper.
“No cure for it,” she panted, her voice desperate.
I propped a pillow under her hips, spread her thighs wider, and sucked her pussy like a lollipop, her juices flooding my mouth. “Ohhh, fuck, bro!” she screamed, her body shaking. “Something’s coming!” Her pussy clenched, and a thick gush of her orgasm spilled out, soaking my face. I drank every drop, licking her clean until her pussy was dry.
She collapsed, panting. “That was fucking heaven,” she said, her voice weak.
“That was just the start,” I teased, climbing over her.
“What was all that then?” she asked, dazed.
“Warming you up for the real thing,” I said, my cock throbbing, ready to fuck her.
“You didn’t enjoy it?” she asked, her eyes soft with concern.
“I’ll enjoy it when I’m fucking you,” I said, kissing her neck.
“Who’s stopping you?” she said, smiling, wrapping her arms around my neck. “What now, lover?”
“You’re my everything, Megha,” I said, kissing her hard, my tongue battling hers.
“You’ve been obsessed with me since I grew up, huh?” she teased, her breath hot.
“I’ve jerked off to your pics a hundred times,” I admitted, my voice raw.
“Why me?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.
“I’m fucking crazy about you,” I said. “More than my own life.”
“Then I’m yours tonight,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard, bro.”
I kissed her fiercely, our tongues tangled. “I’m gonna make you mine,” I said, staring into her eyes.
“How?” she asked, her lips brushing mine.
“I’m gonna strip you naked and fuck your brains out,” I growled.
“You already did that,” she laughed, her voice dripping with lust.
“I want you naked under me, your legs spread wide,” I said, my cock aching.
“What’ll you do then?” she asked, her breath hot.
“I’ll shove my thick cock deep in your tight pussy and fuck you till you scream,” I said, my voice ragged.
“Then do it, bro. Don’t make me wait,” she said, her eyes locked on mine.
I positioned my cock at her entrance, sliding in slowly. “Ohhh, fuck,” she moaned, her eyes never leaving mine. “Go slow, I’m your little sister.”
“Only by name, Megha. You’re a fucking woman,” I said, pushing deeper. Her pussy was tight, gripping my cock like a glove.
“Your tits are fucking huge,” I said, thrusting gently. “So heavy.”
“They’ve gotten bigger. My 30 bra’s tight now,” she moaned, her hips moving with me.
“What else do you like?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Your thick thighs,” I said, pushing deeper. “I’ve dreamed of spreading them.”
“Ohhh, fuck,” she gasped as I thrust again. “Keep talking.”
“Your lips,” I said, kissing her hard. “Your waist. Every time you wore a saree, I wanted to fuck you right there.”
“You’ve got all of me now,” she said, her pussy clenching around my cock.
I pushed deeper, my cock 60% inside her tight, wet pussy. “Go slow, bro. I’m a virgin. It hurts,” she said, her voice shaky.
“You’ve fingered yourself before?” I asked, pausing.
“Yeah, tons of times,” she admitted, a shy smile on her lips.
“I’ll make you forget fingering,” I said, pushing deeper. My cock was 90% inside her now.
“Ohhh, fuck, it’s so big,” she moaned. “What did you think about me?”
“Fucking you raw, Megha. Stripping you and pounding your pussy,” I said, thrusting harder.
“You thought that about your little sister?” she teased, her hips rocking with mine.
“When your sister’s this fucking hot, it’s impossible not to,” I said, fucking her steadily.
“You stared at me so much,” she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure.
“I couldn’t help it,” I admitted, thrusting deeper. “I drank your tits, ate your pussy. Now I’m fucking you.”
“It hurts, but fuck me like your sister,” she said, her eyes locked on mine.
I gave a final thrust, my cock buried fully in her tight pussy. “Ohhh, bro, you’re so fucking deep!” she cried, her body trembling.
“How’s it feel?” I asked, starting to move slowly.
“It hurts, but don’t stop,” she said, her voice desperate.
After five minutes, I picked up the pace, fucking her harder. “Ohhh, fuck, it’s good now,” she moaned, her tits bouncing with each thrust.
“Feels fucking amazing, Megha. I’ve jerked off to your pics, and now I’m fucking you,” I said, pounding her wet pussy.
“Fuck me harder, bro,” she begged, her voice raw with need.
I fucked her faster, the bed creaking, her moans filling the room. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I said, slamming into her.
“I never thought I’d fuck you,” she gasped, her pussy clenching. “How’s it feel?”
“Like a fucking dream,” I said, my cock slamming into her. Her pussy was soaked, the wet sounds of our fucking echoing.
“Talk dirty to me,” she said, her eyes burning with lust.
“You’re my little sister,” I said, fucking her hard.
“No one fucks their sister like this,” she moaned, her hips bucking.
“Not little anymore. Your tits are huge, your pussy’s dripping,” I said, pounding her.
“For what?” she teased, her voice sultry.
“For my thick cock,” I growled, fucking her relentlessly.
“Ohhh, fuck, that word makes me so wet,” she moaned, her pussy soaking my cock.
“Love my cock in your pussy?” I asked, thrusting deeper.
“I’ve fingered myself, but your cock’s so much better,” she said, her voice breaking.
“It’s so fucking big,” she gasped.
“You took it all,” I said, my cock buried in her.
“Your cock’s deep in my pussy,” she moaned, her voice raw.
I fucked her harder, the bed shaking. “Take it, Megha,” I said, my voice rough.
“Ohhh, bro, fuck me!” she screamed, her body shaking.
“You’re such a fucking slut,” I said, pounding her pussy.
“Fuck me harder!” she begged, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me deeper.
I fucked her with everything I had, her moans echoing through the room. “I’m gonna cum!” she screamed, her pussy clenching tight as she came, her juices soaking my cock. I filled her pussy with my cum, collapsing beside her, both of us panting.
We lay there, catching our breath, the moonlight streaming through the window. I glanced over and saw Mansi watching, her eyes wide with shock and curiosity. She vanished quickly. Megha and I dressed and fell asleep, exhausted. It was 4 a.m.
The next day, Megha had a train to catch, but it was delayed by three hours. “Let’s go to my friend’s place nearby,” she suggested. We went with her brother, but her friend cleverly took him out for a walk, leaving us alone in her room.
“Was this your plan?” I asked, grinning as I pulled her close.
“Yup. Checked the train status and booked this room,” she said, her eyes mischievous.
“I fucking love you, Megha,” I said, wrapping her in my arms.
“I love you too, bro,” she said, kissing me deeply.
I pushed her onto the bed, ripping off her T-shirt to reveal her black bra, her 30D tits begging to be touched. My cock was rock-hard, straining against my jeans. “Take off my bra,” she said, her voice husky.
I unhooked it, her heavy tits spilling out, her pink nipples hard. I grabbed them, squeezing hard, feeling their softness. “Ohhh, fuck,” she moaned, arching into my hands.
“Keep squeezing,” she begged as I kneaded her tits, pinching her nipples.
I pulled off her jeans and soaked black panties, spreading her thick thighs to reveal her dripping pussy, her pink lips glistening. I kissed her hard, my tongue deep in her mouth, then slid my cock into her wet pussy. “Go slow, it’s so fucking big,” she moaned, her eyes locked on mine.
I fucked her slowly, savoring her tight pussy. “Your cock’s huge, bro,” she gasped, her hips moving with me.
“A tight pussy like yours needs a big cock,” I said, pounding her deeper.
“Fuck me harder,” she begged, her voice desperate.
I fucked her relentlessly, her moans driving me wild. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight, Megha,” I said, slamming into her.
“I’m a virgin, it’s supposed to be,” she laughed, her eyes sparkling.
“Fucking you feels like heaven,” I said, her pussy gripping my cock.
“Keep fucking me,” she said, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me deeper.
“I’ll come to your hostel and fuck you there,” I promised, my cock slamming into her.
“You thought about fucking your sister?” she teased, her pussy soaking my cock.
“Your body’s too fucking hot not to,” I said, pounding her.
“Fuck me harder, bro,” she screamed, her tits bouncing wildly.
Her pussy clenched, and she came hard, her juices soaking me. I filled her pussy with my cum, collapsing beside her, our breaths heavy.
Back at the house, only Megha’s aunt and Mansi remained, set to leave the next day. I caught Mansi staring at me, her eyes lingering too long. She’d seen me fucking Megha, and I could tell it had sparked something in her. The next morning, after breakfast, I told my aunt I’d shower upstairs. I grabbed my clothes and headed to the terrace bathroom, sensing Mansi might follow.
Sure enough, she came up, pretending to hang her wet clothes—her bra, panties, and T-shirt dangling on the line. I stepped out from behind a pillar, grabbing her and pinning her against the wall. Our breaths were heavy, her eyes wide with surprise and desire.
“Why’re you following me, Mansi?” I asked, my voice low.
“I wasn’t,” she said, her voice shaky but excited.
“I saw you with Megha’s brother last night,” I said, my body close to hers.
“I saw you fucking Megha,” she shot back, her eyes defiant.
“You’re hotter than her,” I said, my hands on her waist. “What’s your bra size?”
“Why? Wanna rip it off and suck my tits?” she teased, her breath hot.
I kissed her hard, her lips soft and eager, her tongue meeting mine. “Someone might see,” she whispered, but her body pressed closer.
“No one’s here,” I said, leading her to the bathroom. We kissed like animals, my hands squeezing her tits through her T-shirt. She pulled it off, revealing a grey bra, her huge tits spilling out. “Check if mine are bigger than Megha’s,” she said, unhooking her bra.
Her tits were massive, firm, and perfect, not a hint of sag. I grabbed them, squeezing hard, feeling their weight. “Fuck, Mansi, your tits are insane,” I said, sucking her nipples, swirling my tongue around them.
“Ohhh, fuck, slow down,” she moaned, her body trembling against the wall.
I sucked her tits, kneading them as she moaned, her hands in my hair. I slid my hand down, rubbing her pussy through her leggings, feeling her wetness. “You’re so fucking wet,” I said, my cock throbbing.
“Suck my tits, and my pussy’s gonna get wet,” she said, her voice sultry.
I laid her on the bathroom floor, pulling off her leggings and black panties, her pussy dripping, her thick thighs flawless. I licked her pussy, savoring her sweet, musky juices. “Ohhh, fuck, it tickles!” she moaned, her hips bucking.
I ate her out, fingering her deep, sucking her clit. “Fuck, keep going,” she begged, her moans echoing. “I want something big inside me,” she said, her voice desperate.
I pulled off my boxers, showing her my hard cock. “Can you take this?” I asked, stroking it.
“It’s fucking huge,” she said, her eyes wide. “Go slow.”
I climbed over her, sliding my cock halfway into her tight pussy. “Ohhh, fuck, slow,” she moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders.
“Your pussy’s so wet,” I said, pushing deeper, her pussy gripping me tight.
“It’s wet but not deep,” she gasped, her eyes locked on mine.
“I’ll make it deep,” I said, thrusting harder. Her pussy stretched around my cock, her moans growing louder. “Your cock’s so fucking big,” she said.
“Big cock for a tight pussy,” I said, pounding her.
“Fuck me like you fucked Megha,” she begged, wrapping her legs around me, pulling me deeper.
I fucked her relentlessly, our bodies slapping together. “Who am I to you?” I asked, my voice rough.
“Your cousin,” she moaned.
“Your sister,” I said, thrusting deeper.
“Fuck your sister’s pussy,” she said, her voice raw with lust.
I fucked her hard, her tits bouncing wildly. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight, Mansi,” I said, slamming into her.
“No one’s fucked me like this,” she moaned, her pussy soaking my cock.
“Your pussy’s starving,” I said, pounding her relentlessly.
“Fuck me till I cum,” she begged, her voice desperate.
I fucked her harder, the bathroom echoing with her moans and the wet sounds of our fucking. “Ohhh, bro, I’m cumming!” she screamed, her pussy clenching tight as she came, her juices soaking me. I filled her pussy with my cum, collapsing on her, our breaths heavy.
“Best fuck of my life,” she said, panting, her eyes glowing.
We kissed again, my cock hardening against her thigh. She knelt, pulling my cock out and licking the tip. “So fucking big,” she said, sucking it deep, her tongue swirling. She sucked my cock and balls, driving me wild. I grabbed her head, fucking her mouth, my cock hitting her throat. “Face or swallow?” I asked.
She pointed to her mouth, and I came, filling it with my load. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips.
We dressed and went downstairs. Her mom noticed Mansi’s flushed face and my quick exit, giving us a knowing smirk. Megha and I said our goodbyes at the station, her kiss lingering as she boarded her train. My nights with Megha and Mansi were a secret I’d carry forever, a forbidden thrill that set my soul on fire.