This happened when our family hit Dehradun for a long-overdue trip. COVID had fucked up everything, and this was our first chance to break free. Mom and Dad were itching to screw each other senseless for three days straight, so they booked a separate room. Me and my brother Golu got another. They probably figured we’d be glued to our phones or watching some dumb cartoon. But holy shit, we fucked so hard we made that hotel bed scream louder than theirs ever could.
I’m Pratigya, nineteen, a college chick with a body that stops traffic. My tits are full and perky, my ass is tight and round, and my face has guys begging for a chance. But I’ve never let them close—my head’s been caught up in dirty thoughts I shouldn’t have. Golu, my twenty-one-year-old brother, is a gym freak with a chiseled chest and arms that could make any girl’s pussy drip. Our parents still look hot as hell. Mom’s nearing forty, but her massive tits and juicy ass could outshine any twenty-something. Dad’s fucking obsessed with her. Every few months, they sneak off to a hotel, and you can hear their bed creaking and Mom’s moans echoing through the walls.
Family trips used to be chill. Golu and I would gorge on pizza, binge cartoons, and crack stupid jokes. But now, our hormones were raging. My pussy ached for sex, and I’d catch Golu staring at my ass when I walked out of the shower, barely covered by a towel. I acted like I didn’t notice, but fuck, it made me wet. I’d think, “This is so wrong, but why does it turn me on?” Golu wasn’t the same either. His looks weren’t brotherly anymore—they were raw, like he wanted to rip my clothes off and fuck me right there.
We drove from Delhi to Uttarakhand in our Scorpio. The mountain air was crisp, the forests thick and green, and the rush of rivers soothed my nerves. In Dehradun, Dad booked us into a swanky three-star hotel. The place was pure luxury—lush lawn with glowing fountains, a foggy chill at night, and a vibe that screamed money. Our room was on the third floor: two single beds, velvet curtains, a massive TV, and a window framing the misty mountains. The bathroom had a huge mirror and a shower that begged for long, steamy fucks. The room was cozy, but the cold mountain air slipped through the window, giving me goosebumps.
That evening, we ate at the hotel’s restaurant. Mom rocked a tight red dress that hugged her tits and ass, and Dad’s eyes were glued to her curves. His hand slid up her thigh during dinner, and she flashed a wicked smile. Golu and I swapped glances and stifled laughs. After eating, they bolted to their room. Mom’s hips swayed like she was on a mission, and Dad trailed her like he was about to fuck her into next week. No doubt they were gonna screw all night.
Golu and I took our time. We chilled in the lawn, the chilly breeze brushing our skin. Golu grabbed a couple of beers from the bar, and we sipped slowly. The night was dead quiet, just crickets and the soft hum of the hotel. The beer loosened us up, and Golu grinned, “Pratigya, Mom and Dad are fucking like porn stars. Their bed’s probably toast by now.” I laughed, “Yeah, that’s all they came for.” We cracked up, but Golu’s hand grazed my thigh. I didn’t move. My pussy tingled, and a hot rush shot through me.
Around ten, we headed to our room. The air was chilly, so Golu cranked the heater. I was in a tight gray tank top and black shorts that showed off my ass. Golu wore a loose tank and track pants. We flopped on the bed and fired up Netflix. The series was filthy—a stepbrother and stepsister fucking like animals. The girl’s moans and the guy’s hard thrusts filled the room. My pussy was soaking, and I could see Golu’s cock straining against his pants. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes kept darting to me.
I broke the silence, my voice shaky. “Golu, is this shit okay? Like, siblings fucking?” He locked eyes with me, his gaze dark and hungry. “Fuck yeah, it’s okay. Two of my buddies have fucked their sisters.” I gasped, “No fucking way.” He smirked, pulled out his phone, and played a video. It was his friend Sonu, balls-deep in his sister Shrishti. The video was raw, shot on a shaky phone in a dim bedroom. Shrishti was on her knees, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening as Sonu’s thick cock slammed into her. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and she was screaming, “Fuck my pussy, Sonu! Harder, you bastard!” Sonu grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he pounded her, growling, “Take it, you slut… you love your brother’s cock, don’t you?” Shrishti’s pussy was dripping, her juices coating his shaft. She moaned, “Cum in me, bhai… fill my pussy!” The bed creaked like it was gonna snap, and Sonu slapped her ass, leaving red marks. The video cut off as Shrishti’s screams peaked, her body shaking from an orgasm. My pussy was throbbing, my panties soaked. I was shocked but so fucking turned on I could barely think.
Golu’s voice was low, almost a growl. “See, Pratigya, I want this. You and me, fucking like that. We’ve got the chance, and it’s gonna feel so goddamn good. You’re horny too, I know it. If you fuck some random dude, they’ll fuck you over. But with me, it’s just us. We both get off, no bullshit.” His words lit a fire in me. My pussy was screaming for his cock, but my mind was spinning. I whispered, “Golu, isn’t this fucked up? You won’t record it or tell anyone, right?” He leaned closer, his breath hot on my face. “You’re my sister. I’d never screw you over.”
I nodded, my heart racing. Golu slid his bed against mine. The room was dim, the heater humming, the mountain silence outside. He moved closer, his body heat making my skin burn. His breath was warm on my neck. He yanked off my tank top, exposing my black bra straining against my tits. He squeezed them hard, his rough hands sending jolts through me. I ripped off his tank, revealing his ripped chest and biceps. My pussy clenched at the sight.
I ran my fingers through his hair, and he unhooked my bra, freeing my tits. My nipples were rock-hard. He sucked one into his mouth, his tongue flicking it fast. I moaned, “Fuck, Golu… suck my tits… don’t stop…” He bit gently, then moved to the other, making my pussy drip. My shorts were soaked, and he knew it.
He laid me on the bed and tore off my shorts. My panties were drenched, sticking to my pussy. He rubbed my clit through the fabric, then ripped them off. My shaved pussy was glistening, begging for him. He dropped his pants, and his cock sprang out—thick, over seven inches, veins pulsing. I grabbed it, stroking it slow and firm. Golu groaned, “Shit, Pratigya… you’re gonna make me cum already…”
He spread my thighs and dove in, his tongue attacking my clit. I screamed, “Oh, fuck… Golu… eat my pussy…” He licked and sucked, his tongue diving into my wet folds. My juices coated his face as I grinded against him. He slid two fingers into my tight pussy, pumping fast. I was losing it, yelling, “Fuck, Golu… finger-fuck my pussy… make me cum…” He teased my asshole with his thumb, and my body exploded, my pussy gushing.
Then he lay back, and I sucked his cock. It was so thick it stretched my mouth, but I took it deep, my tongue swirling around the head. I played with his balls, and he squeezed my tits, groaning, “Fuck, Pratigya… you suck cock like a porn star…” I looked up, eyes burning. “Fuck me now, Golu. My pussy’s begging for your cock.”
He flipped me over, spreading my legs wide. He propped my thighs on his shoulders and rubbed his cock against my dripping pussy. With one brutal thrust, he buried it deep. I screamed, “Fuck! Your cock’s splitting me… holy shit…” He pounded me, his cock slamming in and out. The bed creaked like it was gonna collapse, and my pussy made wet, sloppy sounds. The room reeked of sweat and sex, our bodies slick.
I sucked his lips, and he mauled my tits, fucking me harder. He shoved a pillow under my ass, driving his cock deeper. My pussy was gushing, and I screamed, “Fuck me, you bastard… rip my pussy apart…” He flipped me onto my knees, slamming his cock into me from behind. His balls slapped my ass, and I moaned, “Golu… you’re a fucking beast… keep fucking me…”
We switched again, and I rode him, my pussy swallowing his cock. My tits bounced as he sucked them, and I came hard, my juices dripping down his shaft. Then he pinned me against the wall, fucking me standing up. My back scraped the wall, his cock relentless. We fucked in every position—me on top, him behind, missionary, everything. By four in the morning, he pulled out and shot his cum all over my tits. We collapsed, panting, our bodies spent.
The next day, we woke at noon. Mom and Dad stumbled out of their room, looking just as fucked out. They’d clearly been screwing all night too. For the next two days, we played tourists by day, but at night, Golu and I fucked like animals. His cock was insatiable, and my pussy craved it. We tried every position, every corner of the room. Now, whenever Mom and Dad are out, we fuck at home. That trip changed us. We’re still siblings, but we’re also lovers, feeding each other’s dirtiest desires.