Bro Sis Sex Story in English font – My name is Kavya, an 18-year-old girl from Bangalore, living with my parents and my older brother, Arjun, who’s 22. I’m petite but curvy—long wavy hair, fair skin, perky breasts that fill out my tops, a tight round ass, and hazel eyes that sparkle when I smile. Arjun is my opposite—tall, broad-shouldered, with messy black hair and a grin that makes my knees weak. Growing up, we were typical siblings—fighting over the TV remote, teasing each other, sharing secrets. But somewhere along the way, my feelings changed. I didn’t just love him as a brother—I fell in love with him, craving his touch, his body, his cock. Now, we fuck every day, and I can’t imagine life without him.
It started on April 8, 2025, a rainy evening that changed everything. Our parents were stuck at work late, leaving us alone in our cozy two-story house. I was in my room, wearing a thin white tank top—no bra, my nipples poking through—and tiny shorts that barely covered my ass. I’d been feeling restless all day, my pussy tingling every time I thought about Arjun. He’d been working out lately, and seeing his muscles flex under his t-shirts made me wet. I was scrolling through my phone when he knocked on my door, shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants. “Kavya, wanna watch a movie?” he asked, his voice deep and casual. I nodded, my heart racing as his eyes flicked to my breasts.
We settled on the couch downstairs, the rain pounding outside, dim lights casting shadows. He picked some random thriller, but I couldn’t focus—his bare chest, the bulge in his pants, his arm brushing mine drove me crazy. Halfway through, I shifted closer, resting my head on his shoulder. “Arjun, you’re so warm,” I murmured, testing the waters. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around me. “You’re clingy today, huh?” His fingers grazed my side, sending shivers down my spine. I looked up, our faces inches apart, and something snapped. “Arjun, I… I love you,” I whispered, my voice trembling. His eyes widened, then softened. “Kavya, I love you too. More than you know.”
Before I could process it, he kissed me—soft at first, then hungry, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I moaned, melting into him, my pussy soaking my shorts. “Fuck, Kavya, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he growled, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, feeling his hard cock press against my pussy through the fabric. “Me too, bhaiya,” I gasped, grinding on him. He yanked my tank top off, exposing my bare breasts—perky, nipples stiff with need. “Shit, your breasts are gorgeous,” he said, squeezing them, sucking one nipple hard while pinching the other. “Ohh, Arjun, suck me more,” I cried, my head thrown back.
He stood, carrying me to his room upstairs, tossing me onto his bed. My shorts were off in seconds, leaving me naked—my pussy glistening, ass trembling, breasts heaving. He stripped his sweatpants, and his cock sprang free—long, thick, throbbing, at least 7 inches of pure temptation. “Fuck, bhaiya, your cock’s so big,” I breathed, spreading my legs. “You want it, Kavya? You want your brother to fuck you?” he teased, stroking himself. “Yes, Arjun, fuck my pussy, please,” I begged, desperate for him.
He climbed over me, rubbing his cock against my pussy lips, teasing my clit until I whimpered, “Put it in, bhaiya!” With one deep thrust, he buried his cock inside me. I screamed, “Ahh, fuck, it’s stretching me!” My tight pussy gripped him, pulsing as he started fucking me—slow at first, then hard and fast. The bed creaked, my breasts bounced wildly, and I moaned, “Ohh, Arjun, fuck me deeper, you feel so good!” He grunted, “You’re so tight, Kavya, my little sister’s pussy is perfect.” His cock slammed into me, hitting spots I didn’t know existed, my juices dripping onto the sheets.
He flipped me onto my stomach, lifting my ass high. “Look at this sexy ass,” he said, spanking me hard—once, twice, my cheeks stinging red. “Fuck my ass too, bhaiya,” I pleaded, craving more. He spat on my asshole, easing his cock in—pain seared through me, then melted into pleasure as he fucked my ass raw. “Ahh, Arjun, it’s so tight, fuck me harder!” I screamed, gripping the sheets. He pounded my ass, his hands squeezing my breasts from behind, pulling my nipples until I saw stars. “You’re my slut now, Kavya,” he growled, switching back to my pussy, fucking me like an animal.
The rain outside drowned out our moans, but the room was alive—wet slaps of skin, my cries of “Fuck me, bhaiya!” and his grunts of “Take it, sis!” We fucked for hours, switching positions—me riding his cock, breasts bouncing in his face as he sucked them; him pinning me against the wall, legs wrapped around him as he drilled my pussy; me on my knees, ass up, taking him in both holes. Sweat soaked us, my hair plastered to my face, his muscles glistening. “I love fucking you, Kavya,” he panted, slamming into me missionary-style, my legs over his shoulders. “I love you too, Arjun, fuck me every day,” I moaned, my pussy clenching as an orgasm ripped through me— “Ohh, I’m cumming, bhaiya!” I screamed, shaking uncontrollably.
He kept going, fucking me through my climax, his cock relentless. “Where do you want my cum, sis?” he rasped, close to bursting. “Everywhere—my pussy, my ass, my breasts!” I gasped. He pulled out, shooting thick ropes of cum—first filling my pussy, warm and sticky; then coating my ass cheeks; finally spraying my breasts, rubbing it into my nipples with his cockhead. We collapsed, breathless, tangled in each other’s arms, cum dripping off me onto his bed.
That night sparked our addiction. The next morning, April 9, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Before breakfast, he fucked me in the kitchen—bent over the counter, shorts around my ankles, his cock pounding my pussy while I moaned, “Harder, bhaiya!” Mom and Dad came home later, clueless, but we stole moments—quick fucks in the bathroom, my mouth on his cock under the dining table, silent hardcore sex in my room at night with parents asleep next door. Every day became a blur of fucking—morning blowjobs, afternoon pussy pounding, late-night ass fucking. He’d sneak into my bed, whispering, “Ready for your brother’s cock?” and I’d spread my legs, whispering back, “Fuck me, Arjun, I’m yours.”
One evening, we got bold—parents were watching TV downstairs, and we fucked in the attic. He pinned me against the wall, skirt hiked up, no panties, his cock slamming my pussy as I bit my lip to muffle screams— “Ohh, bhaiya, don’t stop!” Dust fell around us, my breasts bouncing free, his hands gripping my ass. Another time, in the car parked outside, he fucked my ass on the backseat, windows fogged, my moans echoing— “Fuck, your cock’s so big!” We couldn’t stop—brother-sister sex became our daily ritual, a secret love wrapped in hardcore lust.
Now, weeks later, we’re inseparable. I love Arjun—not just as my brother, but as the man who fucks me senseless every day. His cock owns my pussy, my ass, my mouth, and I crave it constantly. Yesterday, he fucked me three times—morning in the shower, water cascading over my breasts as he pounded my pussy; afternoon on his desk, papers flying as he took my ass; night under the stars on our terrace, my legs spread wide, his cum painting my body. “I love you, Kavya,” he whispers after every fuck. “I love you too, bhaiya,” I reply, knowing this hot, incestuous sex is our forever.