Hey friends, I’m Viraaj, and I’m about to share a story that’s still fresh in my mind, like it happened yesterday. I’m 20 years old, living with my parents and two sisters—five of us in total. My younger sister is in 12th grade and stays at a hostel. My older sister, Sanchita, who’s about two years older than me, goes to college from home. I’ve always had a thing for sex stories, reading them now and then because, honestly, I’m crazy about sex. It’s like an itch I can’t stop scratching.
This all went down two years ago when I was 18, just starting to explore the wild side of life. One day, I was home alone, bored out of my mind. Mom and Dad were out for some work, and my younger sister was at her hostel. Sanchita was around, but she was in her room, probably doing college stuff. I was messing around on Google, looking up random dictionary words, when a naughty thought hit me—what’s the real meaning of “sex”? I typed it into the search bar, and among the results, I spotted a link to a sex story. Curiosity got the better of me, so I clicked it and started reading. Man, that story about a guy fucking his neighbor got me so worked up, my cock was rock-hard, and I couldn’t think straight.
I was in my room, alone, with no one to interrupt. My cock was throbbing so bad that I yanked off my pants and started stroking it. The more I rubbed, the hotter I got, until suddenly, a stream of sticky cum shot out. I freaked out—it was my first time cumming like that, and I had no clue what just happened. The next day, I told my buddy Rakesh about it. He laughed his ass off and said, “Dude, that’s just you jerking off! First time, huh? You’re gonna love doing this every day.” He explained all about jerking off and sex, and from that day on, I was hooked. I’d stroke my cock every night, cumming to calm myself down. But after a while, it wasn’t enough. I kept thinking, if jerking off feels this good, how fucking amazing would it be to slide my cock into a real pussy?
I made up my mind—my cock needed to feel a pussy, and soon. Problem was, I was painfully shy around girls. I could barely look them in the eye, let alone talk to them. I didn’t have a single girl friend in college. Then, one day, fate handed me a chance. Mom and Dad were out visiting some relatives, and they wouldn’t be back till late. It was just me and Sanchita at home. She’d whipped up dinner early, and we ate together, chatting about random stuff. After dinner, she went to her room to do some homework. With nothing to do, I wandered into my parents’ room, crashed on their bed, and dozed off.
Around 12:30 AM, I woke up to strange sounds coming from the living room. I figured Sanchita was watching TV. I crept over to the half-open door and peeked inside. What I saw blew my mind. Sanchita was sprawled on the couch, watching a porn flick on the TV. Some guy was pounding a girl’s pussy, and Sanchita was rubbing her pussy through her nightie with one hand while squeezing her tits with the other. Her breathing was heavy, and her eyes were glued to the screen. I was stunned. My sister, who I respected so much, was getting off to porn! But then I thought, she’s young, just like me—maybe this is normal at our age.
After a bit, she turned off the TV and lay down on the other bed in the room. The lights were off, so she didn’t know I was awake, watching her. Our beds were side by side. She fell asleep, but my mind was racing with that porn scene. My cock was hard again, and I couldn’t hold back. Around 3 AM, I decided to take a risk. If Sanchita was as horny as me, maybe something could happen. I quietly slid over to her bed and pressed myself against her, careful not to wake her. Her warm breath hit my face, and her nightie had ridden up, exposing her soft thighs. My cock twitched as it brushed against her skin. I was in heaven.
I stayed like that for a while, just feeling her warmth. But my cock was so hard it hurt. I couldn’t resist—I wrapped my arms around her and started grinding my cock against her thighs, slow and careful so she wouldn’t wake up. The feeling of her soft skin against my cock was unreal. Before I knew it, I came hard, my cum soaking into my pants. Exhausted, I fell asleep right there, still pressed against her.
When I woke up in the morning, Sanchita was already awake, looking at me. My heart stopped—I thought she’d be pissed or tell our parents. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t meet her eyes. But then she said softly, “Viraaj, it’s okay. This stuff happens at our age. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” Her voice was gentle, and there was a small smile on her face. Relief washed over me.
We lay there for a while, neither of us moving. Then, feeling bolder, I pulled her close again. This time, she didn’t pull away—she snuggled into me, her body pressing against mine. My cock started to harden again. I slid my hand under her nightie, feeling the smooth skin of her hips. She was wearing red panties that looked insanely sexy against her fair skin. I slipped my hand inside her panties and started rubbing her pussy. It was so soft and already wet, sending a jolt through my body. This was my first time touching a girl’s pussy, and it felt like pure magic.
Sanchita moaned softly and pulled off her panties, baring her pussy completely. I stripped off my pants and underwear, leaving us both naked from the waist down. She still had her nightie on, bunched up around her waist, and I was in just my shirt. We pressed ourselves together, kissing hungrily. Her lips were soft, and her tongue danced with mine. I grabbed her ass, squeezing it hard, and she did the same to me, pulling me closer. Our bodies were grinding against each other, and the room was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing.
I lifted one of her legs and draped it over mine, positioning my cock right at her pussy. I pushed gently, and the head of my cock slid inside her tight, wet pussy. She gasped, her moans turning into soft whimpers. Her pussy was so tight it took effort to push further. I gave a harder thrust, and my full 7-inch cock buried itself deep inside her. Sanchita cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure in her voice. I started moving slowly, thrusting in and out. She matched my rhythm, rocking her hips against me. Our bodies were slick with sweat, pressed so close I could feel her heartbeat.
I pulled her nightie off completely, revealing her gorgeous tits. Her pink nipples were hard, begging to be touched. I sucked one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Sanchita moaned louder, grabbing my hair and pulling me closer. “Oh, Viraaj… fuck me harder…” she whispered, her voice dripping with lust. That drove me wild. I picked up the pace, fucking her deeper and faster. Her pussy was soaking wet now, making it easier for my cock to slide in and out. Every thrust made her moan louder, her body trembling under me.
I lifted both her legs onto my shoulders, letting me go even deeper. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vice, and her moans turned into screams. “Yes… Viraaj… fuck my pussy… tear it apart!” she cried, her voice raw with desire. I pounded her harder, the bed creaking under us. The room echoed with the sounds of our fucking—her moans, my grunts, and the wet slap of our bodies. We went at it for nearly half an hour, lost in the heat of it all.
Suddenly, Sanchita’s body tensed. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and she screamed, “I’m cumming!” Her whole body shook as her orgasm hit, her pussy flooding with warm juices that coated my cock. That pushed me over the edge. I thrust even harder, and with a loud groan, I came, shooting my load deep inside her pussy. We collapsed, panting, still tangled in each other’s arms.
We lay there for about 20 minutes, catching our breath. Sanchita rested her head on my chest, and I stroked her hair, both of us basking in the afterglow. It was 8 AM by then. She got up to make breakfast, and I showered and headed to college. But that day, I couldn’t focus on anything. My mind was stuck on Sanchita’s soft pussy and the incredible fuck we’d had.
From that day on, whenever we were home alone, we’d drop everything and fuck like crazy. I stopped feeling shy around her. We’d strip completely naked, trying every position we could think of—me fucking her from behind, her riding my cock, or even me lifting her up and pounding her against the wall. Her moans and my lust filled the house. I haven’t jerked off since, because why would I? Sanchita’s pussy is always there when I need it.
So, what did you think of my story? It’s a piece of my life I’ll never forget.