My name is Riya Sharma, and I’m 25 years old. Today, I’m going to share the steamiest, most forbidden story of my life—the one about me and my younger brother, Rohan. Yes, you heard that right. My own brother, eight years younger than me, is the one who fucks me senseless whenever we get the chance. It all started last Valentine’s Day, and now, every moment we’re alone, we’re drowning in each other’s lust. This story is so hot, it’ll leave you sweating.
It was Valentine’s Day, and our parents were out of town. The house was empty, just me and Rohan. I’d spent the day moping, cursing my ex-boyfriend, that bastard who used me and dumped me like trash. Meanwhile, Rohan had gone to meet his girlfriend. He stumbled back home around 9 p.m., his face pale, eyes red, looking like his world had crumbled. I asked, “What’s wrong? Why do you look so broken?”
He broke down, sobbing, and spilled everything. “Riya, that bitch cheated on me. She’s with some other guy now.” He explained how his girlfriend had promised to fuck him in an OYO hotel room he’d booked for Valentine’s Day. But when he got there, he caught her with his school friend, Abhinash, in the same damn hotel. “She’s a fucking slut,” he cried. “Why did she do this to me?” Seeing his anger and pain, my heart melted.
I pulled him close, wrapping my arms around him. He buried his face in my chest, crying harder. I stroked his hair, whispering, “Don’t cry. She was a whore. She didn’t deserve you. If she needed another cock, let her chase it. I’m here for you.” He clung to me tighter, his sobs softening. I kept comforting him, my hands rubbing his back, but something shifted. The air between us grew heavy, charged with something dangerous.
His hands started roaming my back, tentative at first, then bolder. I mirrored him, my fingers tracing his spine. Our breathing quickened, and I felt a hard bulge pressing against my thigh—his cock, stiffening, its heat searing through his pants. My body trembled, a forbidden thrill coursing through me. I tried to pull back, but before I could, his lips crashed onto mine. I froze, then surrendered. My pussy throbbed as I kissed him back, our tongues tangling, sucking each other’s breath in a frenzy. We shut our eyes, lost in the sinful taste of each other’s mouths.
His hands found my tits, squeezing them through my top. “Riya, I love you,” he growled. “You’re my real Valentine.” His words sent a jolt to my pussy, making it wetter. He kissed my neck, his lips hot and hungry, then grabbed my ass, kneading it roughly. I was his, completely. But I wanted to tease him, make him beg. I pushed him onto the bed, straddling his hips, and rubbed his cock through his pants. He groaned, “Riya… fuck… what are you doing?” I smirked, unzipping his pants, and pulled out his thick, throbbing cock. It was massive, veins pulsing, hard as steel.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, stroking slowly, my thumb circling the swollen tip. His precum glistened, and I spread it over his cockhead, teasing him. He squirmed, moaning, “Riya… oh God… harder… please…” I looked into his desperate eyes and laughed. “This is just the start, little brother. I’m gonna make you beg.” I pumped his cock faster, gripping it tight, then slowed down, dragging out his torment. His hips bucked, his cock twitching in my hand. I leaned down, my lips brushing his tip, kissing it softly. He screamed, “Fuck, Riya… I can’t take it!”
His desperation made my pussy drip. I jerked him harder, squeezing his balls gently, rolling them in my fingers. He was losing it, thrashing on the bed, his moans filling the room. I stopped abruptly, grinning. “Tell me what you want.” He lunged up, flipping me onto the bed. “You,” he growled, tearing at my clothes. I laughed, “Lock the front door first, idiot. We don’t need an audience.” He scrambled to lock it, then pounced back, stripping me naked in seconds.
My bare tits bounced free, my nipples hard and dark against my pale skin. He stared, mesmerized, then attacked them, sucking one nipple while pinching the other. I moaned, “Ohh… fuck… yes…” He bit my nipple lightly, sending shocks to my pussy. My body was on fire, every touch igniting me. He kissed down my stomach, spreading my thighs wide. My pussy was soaked, glistening, and he dove in, his tongue lapping at my clit. I screamed, “Oh God… Rohan… eat me…” His tongue flicked my clit, then plunged into my hole, slurping my juices. “Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” he mumbled, his face buried between my legs.
I was shaking, my hips grinding against his mouth. “Don’t stop… fuck… lick it…” I gasped, my body trembling as he sucked my clit harder. My pussy gushed, and I came, screaming, my thighs clamping around his head. But I wasn’t done. I pulled him up, panting, “Give me that cock. I need to taste it.” He climbed over me, shoving his thick cock in my face. I grabbed it, licking the tip, savoring his salty precum. Then I took him deep, my lips stretching around his girth, sucking hard. He groaned, “Fuck… Riya… suck it… oh God…” I bobbed my head, gagging as his cock hit the back of my throat, my hands stroking his shaft and balls.
My pussy was burning, aching for him. “Fuck me,” I begged. “I need your cock inside me.” He slid down, spreading my legs wide, and rubbed his cock against my wet pussy lips. He coated his shaft in my juices, teasing my entrance, then thrust hard. I screamed, “Fuck… it’s so big!” His cock stretched me, filling me completely, pain mixing with pleasure. He started fucking me, slow at first, then faster, his hips slamming into me. I rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts, my tits bouncing wildly.
He grabbed my tits, squeezing them, sucking my nipples as he pounded my pussy. Our lips met, tongues dancing, his cock driving deeper with every thrust. I moaned into his mouth, “Harder… fuck me harder…” He obeyed, his cock slamming into me, the bed creaking under us. I scratched his back, my nails digging in, lost in the heat of his body. We were animals, fucking with raw, forbidden passion, brother and sister consumed by lust.
After nearly an hour of relentless fucking, he groaned, “I’m gonna cum…” His cock pulsed, and he exploded, his hot cum flooding my pussy. I came again, my pussy clenching around him, milking every drop. We collapsed, panting, our bodies slick with sweat. But he wasn’t done. Minutes later, his fingers found my tits again, teasing my nipples. I laughed, “Still hungry?” He smirked, “Your pussy’s too good to stop.”
He flipped me over, lifting my ass high, and slid his cock back into my pussy from behind. I screamed, “Oh fuck… slow down…” But he didn’t, spanking my ass lightly as he fucked me deep. Each thrust sent shudders through me, my pussy gripping his cock. We fucked for hours, trying every position—me riding him, him pinning me against the wall, his cock never leaving my pussy for long. By morning, we’d fucked four more times, each round more intense than the last.
Now, it’s our dirty little secret. Whenever our parents are away, we fuck like there’s no tomorrow. I’m addicted to my brother’s thick cock, and he’s obsessed with my tight pussy. We’re not just siblings anymore—we’re lovers, bound by lust, fucking our way through every chance we get.