It was a sweltering July night in our ancestral haveli in a quiet village. The power was out, and the air was thick with humidity, making sleep impossible. I, Ravi, a 22-year-old strapping lad with a chiseled body, was alone in the haveli with my sister, Reena. Reena, 26, was a fair-skinned, voluptuous beauty whose chuchi were always straining against her tight kurtis, and her swaying gaand could make any man’s lund throb with desire. Her deep navel and curvy chutar were a constant torment to me, her long, dark hair cascading over her bare back like a waterfall of lust. Reena was married, but her husband worked abroad, and she’d been staying at our family home for the past six months.
Reena’s presence drove me wild. Her kohl-lined eyes, rosy lips, and that naughty smile set my heart ablaze. I knew it was wrong to lust after my sister, but my thick, pulsing lund had a mind of its own, craving her tight choot. That night, with the power gone, Reena and I decided to sleep on the terrace under the moonlight. The cool breeze did little to calm the fire in my loins as I watched Reena step onto the terrace, her body glowing in the silvery light. She wore a thin, tight kurti and lehenga that hugged her chuchi and gaand, barely concealing her curves.
I was lying on a charpoy, my lund already stirring in my pajamas, when Reena joined me. She tossed and turned, her kurti slipping to reveal the deep cleavage between her chuchi. “Ravi, can’t sleep? It’s so damn hot,” she said, her voice laced with a teasing edge as she pulled her kurti up, exposing her bare midriff. My lund twitched at the sight of her glistening navel.
“Yeah, Didi, it’s hot, but lying next to you is making it worse,” I said, mustering courage and inching closer. Reena’s eyes locked onto mine, a spark of desire flickering in them. “Oh, so you’re getting all heated up? Do something to cool off then,” she purred, her bangles jingling as she ran her fingers along my thigh. My lund was rock-hard now, straining against my pajamas.
“Didi, if you keep teasing like that, I won’t hold back,” I growled, my voice thick with lust. I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward me. Her soft chuchi pressed against my chest, and her breath grew heavy. “Ravi, this is wrong. I’m your sister,” she whispered, but her eyes were glued to the bulge in my pajamas. I didn’t care anymore. I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her hungrily. The kiss was deep and wild, my tongue exploring her mouth, sucking her lips, and biting them gently. “Fuck, Ravi, you’re driving me crazy,” Reena moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I tore off her kurti in one swift motion, her fair chuchi spilling out, barely contained by her bra. “Didi, your chuchi are like fucking melons,” I growled, ripping off her bra. Her tits were perfect—round, soft, with pink nipples standing erect. I grabbed her chuchi, squeezing them hard, my thumbs flicking her nipples. Reena’s moans filled the night air. I leaned down, taking her nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking them like a starving man. “Ohh, Ravi, suck my chuchi harder!” she screamed, her choot already soaking wet.
I yanked off her lehenga, leaving her in just a black panty. Her sallow, dripping choot was visible through the thin fabric. “Didi, your choot is a fucking juicy peach,” I said, tearing off her panty. Her tight choot was bare before me, its clit swollen with need. I slid my fingers into her choot, rubbing her clit gently. Her choot was so hot and wet, my lund was throbbing to fuck her senseless. “Ohh, Ravi, my choot’s on fire!” Reena screamed, her gaand bucking against my hand.
I pushed Reena onto the charpoy and spread her legs, diving into her choot with my tongue. I licked her clit, sucking her juices, my tongue fucking her tight hole. “Ravi, eat my choot! Fuck me!” Reena yelled, her screams echoing across the terrace. I slid two fingers into her choot, finger-fucking her hard while my tongue worked her clit. Her choot gushed with juices, and her moans turned into cries of ecstasy.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I stripped off my pajamas, my thick, 8-inch lund springing free, its veins pulsing in the moonlight. Reena’s eyes widened at the sight. “Fuck, Ravi, your lund is gonna destroy my choot,” she gasped, grabbing my cock and stroking it hard. She leaned forward, her lips wrapping around my lund, sucking it like a pro. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and I groaned as she took me deeper into her throat. “Didi, you suck like a fucking randi,” I growled, grabbing her hair and thrusting my lund into her mouth.
Reena sucked my lund until it was dripping with her saliva, then lay back on the charpoy, spreading her legs. Her gaand was raised, her choot glistening with juices. “Ravi, shove your fat lund in my choot and fuck me!” she screamed, her gaand wiggling in invitation. I slapped her chutar, my fingers dipping into her choot to make it even wetter. “Didi, your tight choot is begging for my lund,” I said, and with one hard thrust, I buried my lund deep in her choot.
Reena’s scream tore through the night. “Fuck, Ravi, your lund is ripping my choot apart!” she cried, but her choot gripped my cock like a vice, milking it with every thrust. I grabbed her chuchi, squeezing them as I fucked her choot with brutal force. Each thrust made her choot gush, her screams filling the air. “Fuck me, Ravi! Tear my choot! Fuck my gaand!” Reena begged, her body trembling with pleasure.
I pulled out and flipped her over, her juicy gaand now in front of me. I slapped her chutar hard, making them jiggle. “Didi, your gaand is fucking paradise,” I growled, spreading her cheeks. I licked her choot juices and smeared them on her tight asshole. “Ravi, not my gaand, I’ll die!” Reena whimpered, but her gaand was already quivering for my lund. I lubed my lund with her choot juices and slowly pushed into her tight asshole. Reena’s scream was deafening. “Ohh God, your lund is destroying my gaand!” she cried, but her gaand soon adjusted, taking my cock in a rhythmic dance.
I grabbed her chuchi from behind, fucking her gaand with deep, hard thrusts. Her choot dripped juices onto the charpoy, and her gaand swallowed my lund greedily. “Fuck me, Ravi! Destroy my gaand and choot!” Reena screamed, her body shaking with every thrust. The night was alive with our fucking, the moonlight witnessing our raw passion.
It was past 2 a.m., but we were lost in lust. I lifted Reena into my lap, fucking her choot again as she straddled me. Her chuchi bounced wildly, her choot clenching my lund. “Ravi, you’re my fucking master,” Reena moaned, sucking my lips. My lund was ready to explode. With one final, deep thrust, I unleashed a torrent of hot cum into her choot. Her choot overflowed with our juices, her moans turning into cries of ultimate pleasure.
We collapsed onto the charpoy, drenched in sweat, our breaths entwined. Reena stroked my lund softly, whispering, “Ravi, I’ll never forget this night.” I kissed her chuchi and growled, “Didi, as long as you’re here, I’ll fuck your choot and gaand every night.”
The heat of our fucking lingered on the terrace. Reena’s kurti, her bangles, and our cum-soaked juices were scattered across the charpoy. The next morning, when the power returned, Reena gave me a naughty smile, and I knew this was just the beginning.