My name is Aryan, and I’m 21 years old, living in a cozy apartment in Bangalore with my family. My older sister, Riya, is 24, a stunning beauty with fair skin, long dark hair, and a body that could make any guy weak in the knees. Her full tits, slim waist, and round ass always caught my eye, though I tried to suppress those thoughts—she was my sister, after all. But one scorching afternoon, when our parents were out of town and the house was empty, those forbidden desires took over, leading to a night of intense, passionate fucking that changed our relationship forever.
It was a lazy Saturday, and our parents had left for a weekend trip to a relative’s wedding. Riya and I were alone, a rare occurrence since our house was usually bustling with activity. I was lounging in the living room, shirtless in my shorts, trying to beat the heat. Riya walked in, wearing a tight tank top that hugged her tits and tiny shorts that barely covered her ass. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, and sweat glistened on her skin, making her look irresistibly sexy.
“Aryan, it’s so fucking hot,” she complained, flopping onto the couch beside me. Her thigh brushed against mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity. “Yeah, no kidding,” I replied, my eyes lingering on her cleavage. She caught me staring and smirked. “What are you looking at, perv?” she teased, nudging me. I laughed, trying to play it cool, but my cock was already stirring in my shorts. “Nothing, just… you look good,” I said, testing the waters.
Riya raised an eyebrow, her smile turning playful. “Oh, really? My little brother thinks I’m hot?” She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “You’re not so bad yourself, Aryan.” Her voice was low, almost seductive, and my heart raced. Was she flirting? Before I could process it, she stood up and grabbed my hand. “Come on, let’s cool off in my room. I’ve got the AC on.”
I followed her to her bedroom, my eyes glued to her swaying ass. Her room was a sanctuary of soft pinks and whites, with a large bed and a mirror opposite it. The AC was a relief, but the tension between us was hotter than the summer sun. Riya sat on the bed, patting the space beside her. “Sit, let’s chill,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. I sat, closer than necessary, our thighs touching. The silence was heavy, charged with unspoken desire.
“You ever think about… us?” she asked suddenly, her voice soft but serious. I swallowed hard, my cock now fully hard in my shorts. “What do you mean?” I asked, though I knew exactly what she meant. She turned to face me, her hand resting on my knee. “Don’t play dumb, Aryan. I’ve seen how you look at me. And… I’ve thought about it too.” Her confession hit me like a freight train, my body buzzing with anticipation.
“Riya, we’re… we’re siblings,” I said, my voice weak, more a formality than a protest. She smirked, her hand sliding up my thigh. “And? No one’s here. No one will know.” Her fingers brushed my cock through my shorts, and I groaned, unable to resist. “Fuck, Riya,” I muttered, grabbing her face and kissing her hard. Her lips were soft and eager, her tongue slipping into my mouth as she moaned. The kiss was electric, years of pent-up desire exploding between us.
She pushed me onto the bed, straddling my lap as we kissed. Her tits pressed against my chest, her nipples hard through her tank top. I grabbed her ass, squeezing her firm cheeks as she ground her pussy against my cock. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” she whispered, her voice dripping with lust. I pulled her tank top off, revealing her perfect tits, her nipples pink and erect. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I said, sucking on her nipples as she moaned loudly. “Oh, Aryan, that feels so good,” she gasped, her hands in my hair.
She slid off my lap, tugging my shorts down to free my throbbing cock. It sprang out, thick and hard, and her eyes widened. “Holy shit, you’re huge,” she said, stroking me with her soft hands. She leaned down, her tongue flicking over the tip, tasting my precum. “Mmm, you taste good,” she murmured, taking me into her mouth. Her warm, wet lips slid over my cock, sucking and licking as I groaned in pleasure. “Fuck, Riya, you’re so good at this,” I said, my hands guiding her head as she bobbed up and down.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her up, kissing her hard as I pushed her shorts and panties down. Her pussy was shaved, glistening with wetness, and I spread her legs, my fingers sliding over her clit. “Oh, fuck, Aryan,” she moaned, her hips bucking as I rubbed her. I slipped a finger inside her, her pussy tight and hot, and she gasped. “I need your cock,” she begged, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs wide.
I positioned my cock at her entrance, teasing her pussy with the tip. “You sure?” I asked, giving her one last chance to back out. “Fuck me, Aryan,” she said, her eyes burning with desire. I pushed in, her tight pussy gripping my cock as she moaned loudly. “Oh, God, you’re so big,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back. I fucked her slowly at first, savoring every inch, then harder, my hips slamming into her as her tits bounced. “Yes, fuck me, bhai,” she screamed, her pussy clenching around me.
The mirror opposite the bed reflected our forbidden act—my cock pounding my sister’s pussy, her body writhing in pleasure. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I flipped her over, putting her on all fours, and fucked her doggy-style, her ass shaking with each thrust. “Fuck, your ass is perfect,” I said, spanking her lightly. She moaned, pushing back against me. “Harder, Aryan, fuck me harder,” she begged, and I obliged, pounding her pussy as she screamed.
I pulled out, my cock slick with her juices, and she turned around, sucking me again. “I want to taste you,” she said, her lips sliding over my shaft. I groaned, my hands in her hair as she deep-throated me. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I warned, but she didn’t stop, sucking harder until I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips as she looked up at me. “You taste amazing,” she said, her voice hoarse.
But we weren’t done. I pushed her back on the bed, spreading her legs and licking her pussy. Her clit was swollen, her juices sweet, and she moaned as my tongue flicked over her. “Oh, Aryan, don’t stop,” she gasped, her hands gripping the sheets. I sucked her clit, sliding two fingers into her pussy, and she came hard, her body shaking as she screamed my name. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” she cried, her juices flooding my mouth.
I climbed on top of her, fucking her again, this time missionary so I could look into her eyes. “I love you, Riya,” I said, the words slipping out in the heat of the moment. “I love you too, Aryan,” she whispered, kissing me deeply as I fucked her. Her pussy was so tight, so perfect, and I felt another orgasm building. “Cum in me,” she begged, her legs wrapped around me. I couldn’t hold back, my cock pulsing as I filled her pussy with my cum. She came again, her pussy milking me as we moaned together.
We fucked all afternoon, exploring every position. I fucked her ass, her tight hole gripping me as she screamed in pleasure. She rode my cock, her tits bouncing as she moaned. We fucked in the shower, the water cascading over our bodies as I pounded her against the wall. Every touch, every thrust, was electric, our bodies perfectly in sync.
As evening fell, we collapsed on her bed, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. “That was… incredible,” Riya said, her head resting on my chest. “No one can know,” I said, kissing her forehead. “Our secret,” she agreed, her fingers tracing circles on my skin. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, the memory of our forbidden fuck etched into our minds.
The next morning, we acted like nothing had happened. When our parents returned, we were the perfect siblings, but our stolen glances and secret touches carried the weight of that day. Riya and I knew we’d crossed a line, but the pleasure was worth it. Whenever we’re alone, we steal moments to fuck, our secret binding us closer than ever.