I’m Tapas, a 20-year-old B.Com student living in the chaotic pulse of Delhi’s Mayur Vihar. I’m lean, with sharp eyes that girls say have a spark, but my real obsession is pussy—specifically, one that sets my cock on fire. My family’s small: Mom, Shila, 45, a stern government school teacher who softens at home, always draped in a saree. Dad, Rajesh, 48, a balding post office clerk glued to newspapers or the TV. Then there’s my sister, Tripti, 22, an M.A. English student. She’s a fucking stunner—fair skin, 32B tits that strain against her tops, a 30-inch waist that sways with every step, and a 36-inch ass that makes dicks twitch in tight jeans. Her innocent face hides a naughty glint, and she’s always snapping pics for Instagram, crazy about travel and shopping. We live in a cramped 2BHK flat, Mom and Dad in one room, me and Tripti in side-by-side rooms, sharing a bathroom. That’s where my story kicks off.
I’ve been hooked on Tripti’s body forever. Her ass sways like a tease, her tits bounce just enough to drive me wild, and that sly smile of hers fucks with my head. Delhi’s streets are crawling with pussy, but Tripti’s the one I’ve always wanted to fuck. She’s my first love—the kind driven by raw lust, not some sappy bullshit. I decided my first fuck would be her tight cunt, no matter what it took, even with the fear of family hanging over me.
Three months ago, I came home from college, hornier than ever after my buddies’ fuck stories. I skipped lunch and went straight to my room, firing up my favorite porn site. A hot pussy-licking scene was playing, and my cock was rock-hard in my hand, stroking fast. Tripti had a day off from college and was home. I didn’t expect her to barge in. She froze, staring at the screen and my throbbing dick for a good 5-6 seconds, then walked out without a word. I blew my load and left the house, acting like nothing happened. That night, things were normal between us, but her eyes had this weird spark, like she was hiding something.
We talked about everything—movies, couples, kissing, even sex and porn—but only surface-level, like friends. I was too scared to spill my lust for her, worried about family drama. Then my buddies told me about incest stories online. Reading about brother-sister fucking lit a fire in me. One idea stuck: spying on Tripti in the bathroom. I started peeking through the shaft vent. Holy fuck, what a sight—her naked body, dripping with youth. Her 32B tits, brown nipples glistening under the shower, water sliding down to her pussy’s soft valley. Her cunt had light, silky hair, lips sealed tight like a shy flower. When she turned, her 36-inch ass made my cock ache—round, firm, begging to be spread and licked. I swore I’d taste that pussy and ass or my life was a waste.
Peeking was risky. I’d turn off the hall light so she wouldn’t spot me. But one day, I fucked up and left the stool by the shaft. Tripti got suspicious. She asked, “Where were you just now?” I mumbled, “Watching a movie.” She walked away, but her eyes screamed she knew something. I had to be careful. Still, I couldn’t stop. When she was at college, I’d sneak into her room, sniffing her panties, her scent driving me nuts. Her tight shorts or capris made her ass a fucking weapon, shaking with every step.
When Mom and Dad were out for weddings or work, it was just us. My brain turned into my cock. I got sleeping pills from a chemist buddy and slipped them into Tripti’s food. Once she was out, I’d touch her—kissing her lips, smelling her neck, squeezing her tits through her top. I’d pull down her panties, staring at her perfect cunt, like a honey-dipped prize. I’d lick her pussy and sniff her tight asshole all night, her body trembling even in sleep. But it wasn’t enough. I needed to fuck her for real.
I knew Tripti loved traveling—her Instagram was full of hill stations and forts. So, I planned a trip to Neemrana, Rajasthan, in November. The fort’s beauty would loosen her up, and I’d confess. Mom and Dad agreed. I scraped together cash, borrowed from friends, and booked a fancy hotel—jacuzzi, pool, rooftop bar, the works. Tripti deserved it, and I wanted her happy.
We left early morning. The highway drive from Delhi to Neemrana, with Tripti’s perfume filling the car, had my cock stirring. We reached the hotel by noon. Tripti’s eyes lit up at the plush room—king-size bed, jacuzzi, and a killer view. She said, “Tapas, you’ve outdone yourself!” We ate lunch—paneer tikka, butter naan, chilled Coke—then rested. Evening, we explored Neemrana Fort. Tripti wore a blue crop top and tight jeans, her ass swaying like a fucking dream. I spoiled her with shopping—Rajasthani earrings, scarves. We hit a fancy restaurant for dinner, then caught a late-night rom-com. Back at the hotel, she hugged me tight, saying, “Today was amazing, bro.” I grabbed her waist, kissed her cheek, and saw something flicker in her eyes, like she wanted to say more.
She went to shower. When she came out, she wore a thin cream kurti and black leggings, her bra visible, her ass killing it. I showered, threw on a grey tank and loose sweats. November heat and horny vibes had me set. I decided it was now or never.
We sat on the bed, chatting about the day. Sleep was nowhere near us. I grabbed her hand and said, “Tripti, I gotta tell you something.” She nodded. I said, “This might sound fucked up, but I can’t hold it in. Promise you won’t flip out.” She said, “Just spit it out, Tapas. I won’t get mad. What’s up?” I took a deep breath and said, “I’m crazy about you. Since I learned about girls, it’s only been you. Your body, your laugh, your vibe—it drives me insane. I want you, Tripti. I planned this trip for us. Please don’t say no.”
She stared at me, then asked, “Were you spying on me in the bathroom, naked?” I said, “Yeah.” She asked, “Did you go through my closet?” I said, “All the time. To smell your panties.” She let go of my hand and said, “I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve got urges too, stuff only a guy can fix. I thought I’d wait till marriage, but fuck it. I suspected you were up to something. You spent all this money, you love me, so fine. But if anyone finds out, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Her “yes” set me off. I pulled her close, grabbed her tits, and sucked her tongue. Her kiss was raw, like she’d never done it before. I ripped her kurti off; she bit my chest in return. Our spit was dripping, like we were starving animals. I pushed her onto the bed, sank my teeth into her neck. Her moans made my cock throb. I tore off her bra, revealing her creamy tits, pink nipples begging for attention. I bit them, licked them, sucked them hard. She screamed, “Tapas, harder!” I couldn’t get enough. I licked her armpits, and she went wild, flipping me over, ripping my tank off, and spitting in my mouth. I lapped it up like it was nectar.
She straddled me, grinding her ass on my sweats, my cock pressing against her pussy’s slit. She kissed my lips, licked my chest, dragged her tongue down my stomach. She yanked off my sweats, and my cock sprang free, smacking her face. She grabbed it, staring, and said, “First time seeing one. How’s this gonna fit?” I said, “Suck it first, your pussy knows how to handle it.” She blushed, then licked the tip. My body caught fire. I pushed her head down, sliding my cock into her mouth. It was so warm, I thought I’d melt. She sucked for 20 minutes, like a pro, her tongue working my shaft. I stopped her before I came, pulling her up.
I threw her on the bed, ripped off her leggings. Her pussy was right there—wet, with soft hair, like a ripe peach. I dove in, licking her clit like a madman. Her legs shook, and she moaned, “Eat it, bro, fucking devour it. It’s yours. I didn’t know it felt this good. Don’t stop, fuck your sister, you dog! Make me yours!” Her dirty talk drove me nuts. I sucked her pussy harder, teasing her asshole with my finger. Her screams got louder. I slid a finger into her tight ass—hot as fuck. My tongue worked her asshole, licking, sucking, smelling it. She wiggled her ass, like she was my slut.
I pressed my cock against her pussy, easing it in. Her face showed pain and pleasure. I asked, “How’s it feel, sis? Hard or harder?” She said, “You fucking dog, shove it in, make yourself a sister-fucker!” I went slow, her pain growing. She gripped the sheets but didn’t stop me. I thrust hard, my whole cock buried in her tight cunt. She screamed, clutching me. I paused, then started fucking her slow. Her wet pussy gripped me like a vice. We were lost in it, fucking like nothing else mattered. I pounded her, her moans and curses egging me on. I fucked her for ages, then, at her request, pulled out and came on her face. She licked it off, sucking the last drops from my cock. We cleaned each other with our tongues, savoring the moment.
Three months later, we’re still at it. In our Mayur Vihar flat, when Mom and Dad are at work, Tripti’s pussy and ass are my world. That night in Neemrana bound us, and now we burn in that lust every chance we get.