It was a still night in our little village home, the kind where the silence feels thick with secrets. Our grandparents had taken ill, so Mom and Dad had to rush off to the countryside, leaving me, Robin, alone with my sister Shivani. She’s two years older, with curves that could make any guy’s cock throb, and being alone with my sister felt like stepping into dangerous territory. The house was ours, and the air buzzed with unspoken possibilities.
With nothing to do, we crashed on the couch to watch TV. Rain tapped softly against the windows, and a cool breeze slipped into the room, making it feel alive. We flicked through channels until a Hollywood movie caught our eye. Suddenly, a hot scene flashed on—a guy and girl tangled up, their lips locked in a desperate, hungry kiss. If Mom and Dad were home, they’d have yanked the remote, but tonight, it was just me and my sister, no rules. I stole a glance at Shivani; her eyes were locked on the screen, her chest rising and falling a little faster. My cock twitched in my pants, and I knew my sister was feeling the heat too.
Shivani stood up abruptly. “I’m gonna make a call,” she said, her voice shaky, and stepped outside. I knew she was calling her boyfriend, probably to whisper some dirty shit. I kept watching, but my mind was stuck on that scene—the actress’s tits bouncing, the guy grabbing her ass. My sister was out there for ages, and when she came back, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glinting with something naughty. It was past ten, and the night felt heavier, like it was holding its breath.
“I’m hitting the sack,” I said, stretching. Shivani nodded, her fingers scrolling her phone. “Yeah, okay.” “You coming, sister?” I asked, testing the waters. “Hold on, I’ll be there,” she replied, her voice soft but distracted, like she was already somewhere else.
We climbed upstairs to our shared bedroom. Our house is small, so me and my sister have always shared a double bed, even now. I lay down, pretending to sleep, but my mind was racing, thinking about my sister’s body just inches away. Shivani was still on her phone, the screen’s glow lighting up her face. I closed my eyes, but sleep was a lost cause. Around 2 a.m., I heard it—a soft moan, followed by a wet, slick sound. My heart pounded. It wasn’t her phone; it was my sister. She was watching porn, her fingers working her pussy, the wet slaps echoing in the quiet room. “Ohh… fuck…” she whispered, thinking I was out cold.
My cock was rock-hard, throbbing like crazy. I stayed still, my back to her, listening to every moan, every slick sound of my sister’s fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Her breathing got ragged, and I could tell she was close to cumming. I wanted to turn around, to see my sister’s face twisted in pleasure, but if I moved, she’d know I was awake. My cock was screaming for release, but I just pressed it against the mattress, trying to keep cool. Her moans faded eventually, and I drifted off, my dick still hard as fuck.
Morning came, and Shivani was up early, making tea in the kitchen like nothing had happened. But I couldn’t stop thinking about my sister fingering herself. My cock was hard again, and I bolted to the bathroom, jerking off to the thought of her wet pussy. I came so hard my cum splattered the floor, and in my daze, I forgot to clean it up.
“Robin, tea’s ready!” my sister called. I freshened up and sat down to sip tea, trying to play it cool. She went to shower, and then I heard her yell, “Robin, get your ass in here!” I ran to the bathroom, and there was my sister, wrapped in a towel, her wet thighs peeking out, her cleavage begging to be freed. My cock twitched, but her face was pissed off.
She pointed at the floor. “What the fuck is this, Robin?” My heart sank. My cum was still there, a sticky mess. “Uh… just… cleaning my nose,” I mumbled, panicking. She glared. “Don’t fucking lie to me, little brother. I know what this is.” I begged, “Please, sister, don’t tell Dad!”
Then she burst out laughing. “You dumbass, I’m not mad about you jerking off. Clean this shit up, idiot!” She laughed harder. “I could’ve slipped and busted my ass, you moron. Go on, I’ll clean it.”
I stumbled back to the living room, my head spinning. My sister saying “jerking off” so casually was like a fucking green light. My cock was throbbing, and all I could think about was fucking my sister. She came out of the shower, acting normal, but I was losing it.
The day dragged on. I helped my sister in the kitchen, trying to drop hints about sex, but she gave me nothing. I was desperate for night to come, praying I’d hear her moans again. We ate dinner and settled in for more TV. I picked a horror movie packed with sex scenes. One showed a chick getting her pussy eaten, and I saw my sister squirm, her thighs pressing together. She got up to call her boyfriend again, staying out forever.
By 11 p.m., she was back, her face flushed. “Let’s hit the bed, little brother,” she said. We went upstairs, and I lay down facing her this time, pretending to sleep but watching her through half-closed eyes. My sister was on her phone, but no porn tonight. I was bummed, and after jerking off earlier, I dozed off.
Around midnight, I woke up to my sister’s hand slipping into my pants. My cock sprang to life as her fingers brushed it. She grabbed a bottle of oil, yanked my pants down, and poured it over my cock, making it slick and shiny. My six-and-a-half-inch dick was thick and hard, and my sister stared at it, her eyes hungry. She stroked it slowly, her hand gliding over my shaft. Then she leaned down and kissed the tip, her warm tongue swirling around my cockhead. I was in fucking paradise, but I stayed still, pretending to sleep.
My sister kept one hand on her pussy, rubbing herself as she sucked my cock. Her moans vibrated against my shaft, and the wet sounds of her fingers in her pussy filled the room. I couldn’t take it anymore. She climbed over me, peeling off her pajamas and panties, her pussy glistening in the dim light. She straddled me, rubbing her wet slit against my cock, teasing the tip. “Fuck, Robin, your cock’s so fucking thick,” my sister whispered, thinking I was asleep.
Her pussy was tight, and she took her time, sliding my cock in inch by inch. The heat of my sister’s pussy wrapped around me, and I nearly lost it. She started riding me slowly, her tits bouncing under her shirt, her moans getting louder. “Ohh… fuck… so good…” my sister gasped. My cock was buried deep, and her pussy was soaking, dripping down my balls.
I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed my sister’s wrists and flipped her onto the bed, pinning her down. “Enough slow fucking, sister. I’m gonna fuck you till you see stars!” She blushed, shocked. “What the fuck, Robin? When did you wake up?” “I was never asleep, sister,” I grinned. “No more shame. We’re fucking every night now.”
I pounded my sister’s pussy hard, the wet slaps echoing through the room. Her cunt was so tight and wet, gripping my cock with every thrust. I ripped off her shirt, her round tits spilling out, her nipples hard as fuck. I sucked one, biting it gently, while my cock slammed into her. “Fuck, Robin… harder… rip my pussy apart!” my sister moaned, her nails clawing my back.
I flipped my sister over, putting her on all fours. Her ass was perfect, round and juicy. I slapped it hard, leaving a red mark, and shoved my cock back into her pussy. “Goddamn, sister, your pussy’s so fucking tight,” I groaned, fucking her like a beast. She screamed, “Yes, Robin… fuck your sister… your cock’s so big!”
We fucked in every position—doggy, her legs over my shoulders, my sister riding me like a wild cowgirl. Her pussy was gushing, and my cock was throbbing. “I’m gonna cum!” I warned. “Not inside, you idiot!” my sister gasped. “Cum in my mouth!” I pulled out, and my sister sucked me off, her tongue working my cock until I exploded, my hot cum filling her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips like a naughty sister.
That night, we fucked until we were both drained, cumming multiple times. For the next three days, while Mom and Dad were gone, me and my sister fucked everywhere—the kitchen counter, the bathroom shower, even on the roof under the stars. My sister’s pussy and my cock were made for each other. When our parents came back, we kept it secret, sneaking fucks at night. Even now, whenever my sister Shivani comes home, we fuck like animals, her tight pussy and my hard cock locked in a dirty, forbidden dance.