My name’s Rakesh, an 18-year-old kid from Jaunpur, lean but quick-witted, still in high school back in 2014. I’d just moved to Patna with my mom, a plain 40-year-old woman who spent her days buried in housework. We landed at my aunt’s place, a cramped three-room house in a dusty corner of the city, home to nine of us. My aunt, 45, was a stern, fair-skinned matriarch who kept everyone in line, her thick frame always bustling around.
Her son, Manish, 22, was a college slacker, always out chasing girls or booze. Her younger daughter, Priya, 20, was a slim, flirty minx with perky tits and a teasing grin that made my cock twitch every time she laughed. Then there was my elder sister, Shalini, 25, a drop-dead gorgeous nurse with creamy skin, massive, milk-heavy breasts, and an ass so round it begged to be grabbed.
Her husband, Ajay, 30, was a dark, moody bastard who worked some dead-end job in Patna. Their newborn daughter was a few months old, and Shalini stayed with us for her nursing gig. I could see the strain in her eyes—Ajay wasn’t giving her what she needed, and it wasn’t just money.
The house was tight, and at night, the silence was thick, pierced only by slivers of moonlight sneaking through the windows. I’d never lived with sisters before, and the closeness was messing with my head. Priya, the younger one, took to me fast. She’d sling an arm around my shoulder, her firm tits brushing my arm, her fingers lingering on my chest. “What’s with the shy act, Rakesh?” she’d tease, her eyes dancing with mischief. My cock would stiffen, but I’d play it cool, thinking she was just messing around. At night, I’d jerk off thinking about her tight pussy, but I never crossed the line.
Shalini was different—quieter, more guarded, but her body screamed sex. Her tits strained against her blouse, and her ass swayed like a fucking invitation. I noticed she barely spoke to Ajay; there was a coldness between them, like she was starving for something he couldn’t give. After her baby was born, her breasts swelled even more, leaking milk that soaked her blouse. She’d feed her kid with her tits out, pink nipples dripping, and I’d sneak glances, my cock throbbing so hard it hurt. Once, she caught me. “Eyes up here, Rakesh,” she said, her voice low, but there was a smirk in her eyes that told me she didn’t mind.
One night, with Ajay out on night shift and the house dead quiet, I slipped into Shalini’s room. Moonlight bathed her bed, her saree bunched up around her thighs, one heavy tit bare as her baby nursed. The other was exposed, a bead of milk glistening on her nipple. My heart slammed in my chest as I knelt beside her, my hand shaking as I touched her breast. It was soft, warm, swollen with milk. I squeezed lightly, and she didn’t move. My cock was rock-hard, straining against my pants. I leaned in, pressing my lips to her nipple, sucking gently. The sweet, warm milk flooded my mouth, and I nearly came right there, my tongue swirling around her hard nipple.
Shalini’s eyes snapped open. I froze, expecting her to scream, but she grabbed my arm, pulling me close. “This is fucked up, Rakesh, but I need it,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. My pulse raced. “Fucking’s only good when your heart and body are both in it,” I said, my voice hoarse. She gripped my waist, yanking me against her. Her bare tits pressed into my chest, her breath hot and ragged against my neck.
I kissed her hard, our tongues wrestling, her spit mixing with mine. Her hands clawed at my back, her body trembling with need. I ripped open her blouse, her massive tits spilling free, milk dripping down her chest. I sucked one nipple, gulping her sweet milk as she moaned, “Fuck, Rakesh… easy… it’s sore.” But her hips bucked against me, begging for more. “Your milk’s fucking incredible, Didi,” I growled, sucking harder, my teeth grazing her nipple. She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I shoved her saree up, kissing her thick, soft thighs, her pussy’s musky scent hitting me like a drug. I yanked off her panties, exposing her wet, shaved pussy, a neat patch of hair above it like a fucking porn star. I licked her clit, slow at first, then faster, my tongue diving into her slick folds. “Eat my pussy, Rakesh… fuck, don’t stop,” she groaned, her hands shoving my face deeper. Her juices coated my chin, her thighs clamping around my head as she moaned louder, her voice raw and desperate.
I dropped my pants, my seven-inch cock springing out, hard as steel. Shalini’s eyes locked on it, wide and hungry. “That cock’s gonna destroy my pussy,” she said, her voice half-laugh, half-lust. “I’m gonna fuck you till you scream, Didi,” I shot back. I spread her legs, rubbing my cockhead against her dripping pussy lips. I pushed in, her tight cunt squeezing me so hard I groaned. She cried out, “Fuck… Rakesh… slow… you’re splitting me open!” I kissed her hard to muffle her screams, sliding deeper, her pussy gripping me like a vise.
Her cunt loosened, and I started pounding, my cock slamming into her wet heat. “Fuck me harder, Rakesh… tear my pussy apart,” she begged, her voice shaking. I fucked her deep, her tits bouncing, milk spraying with each thrust. I sucked one nipple, drinking her milk as I rammed her, my balls slapping her ass. I smacked her round ass, leaving red handprints, her moans turning to screams that filled the room.
“Fuck me doggy,” she panted, her eyes wild. I flipped her over, her perfect ass up in the air. I licked her tight asshole, making her shiver, then spit on my cock and pressed it against her hole. “Fuck my ass, Rakesh,” she urged, her voice dripping with need. I pushed in, her ass so tight it felt like it’d snap my cock. Slowly, it gave way, and I fucked her ass deep, her screams muffled by the pillow. “Rip my ass open… fuck!” she cried, her body shaking with each thrust.
For nearly an hour, I fucked her pussy and ass, switching holes, her juices and my sweat soaking the sheets. She came hard, her pussy gushing, her legs trembling as she screamed my name. I hit my limit, unloading deep in her pussy, my cum mixing with her wetness.
We collapsed, panting, her milk-slick tits pressed against my chest. I sucked her nipple again, savoring the sweet taste, while she stroked my softening cock. “You fucked me senseless, Rakesh,” she whispered, her voice raw. “This is just the beginning,” I said, my cock already twitching at the thought.
After that night, we fucked every chance we got—whenever Ajay was on night duty, I’d sneak into her room, and we’d lose ourselves in each other. Her milky tits, dripping pussy, and tight ass owned me. Priya’s flirty glances kept my cock hard, but that’s a story for another time. Shalini’s body, her moans, her milk—they were my fucking addiction.