My name is Rohan, a 26-year-old guy living in Mumbai with my family. My younger sister, Priya, is 22, and she’s a total hot babe—34C breasts, a slim waist, and an ass so round and tight that it jiggles in her jeans with every step. I’d always noticed her sexy body, but since she was my sister, I kept those dirty thoughts buried deep. That is, until last night, when I found her drunk out of her mind, and I ended up fucking her senseless.
It was a Saturday night, and our parents were out of town for a wedding. Priya had gone to a friend’s party, and I stayed home, chilling with a beer and some Netflix. Around midnight, I heard the door stumble open, followed by giggles and clumsy footsteps. Priya staggered in, her eyes half-closed, her short skirt riding up her thighs, and her top slipping off one shoulder, barely holding her breasts in place. She reeked of alcohol, her cheeks flushed red. “Rohan, oh my god, I’m sooo drunk,” she slurred, collapsing onto the couch next to me. Her skirt hiked up further, revealing her black panties, and my cock twitched in my shorts.
“Priya, you’re a mess,” I said, trying to sound annoyed, but my eyes were glued to her breasts, heaving as she breathed heavily. “Help me to my room, bhai,” she mumbled, grabbing my arm. I pulled her up, her body pressing against mine, her soft breasts brushing my chest. My cock was already half-hard, and I cursed myself for feeling this way. I guided her to her bedroom, her ass swaying as she stumbled ahead of me. She flopped onto the bed, her skirt flipping up completely, exposing her ass cheeks peeking out of her panties. “Fuck,” I whispered under my breath, my cock now fully erect.
“Rohan, stay with me, I feel dizzy,” she whined, patting the bed. I sat beside her, my heart racing. She rolled onto her side, her top sliding down, one breast almost popping out. “You’re so good to me, bhai,” she slurred, her hand landing on my thigh, dangerously close to my cock. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Priya, you’re so fucking hot right now,” I said, my voice thick with lust. She giggled, “You think I’m hot?” Her drunk eyes met mine, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed her breast through her top and squeezed. “Ohh, Rohan, what are you doing?” she gasped, but she didn’t push me away.
I yanked her top down, her breasts spilling out—round, soft, with hard nipples begging to be touched. I took one in my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around her nipple. “Oh fuck, Rohan, suck it!” she moaned, her hands grabbing my hair, pulling me closer. I sucked harder, biting her nipple lightly, while my hand kneaded her other breast. Her moans were loud, sloppy from the alcohol, and they drove me wild. My cock was throbbing, desperate to break free.
I pulled her skirt and panties off in one swift motion, leaving her naked on the bed. Her pussy was right there—tight, wet, and glistening in the dim light. “Priya, your pussy is so sexy,” I growled, spreading her legs. She giggled drunkenly, “You like it, bhai?” I didn’t answer—I just buried my face between her thighs, my tongue diving into her pussy. “Ohhh, fuck, Rohan, lick me!” she screamed, her hips bucking against my mouth. I licked her pussy lips, then plunged my tongue inside, tasting her sweet, drunk wetness. I sucked her clit, flicking it with my tongue, and she thrashed on the bed, her ass lifting off the mattress. “Fuck, Rohan, eat my pussy, make me crazy!” she cried, her hands pushing my head deeper. Her pussy juices dripped down my chin, and I lapped them up like a starving man.
“Rohan, I want your cock,” she slurred, her voice thick with need. I stood up, ripped off my shorts, and my cock sprang free—8 inches long, thick, and rock-hard. “Look at it, Priya,” I said, stroking it in front of her. Her drunk eyes widened, “Oh my god, it’s so big!” She reached out, her shaky hand wrapping around my cock, stroking it clumsily. “Suck it, Priya,” I ordered, guiding her mouth to my cock. She opened her lips, taking me in, her warm, wet mouth enveloping my cock. “Oh fuck, Priya, suck it hard!” I groaned, thrusting into her mouth. She sucked sloppily, her tongue swirling around the head, drool running down her chin. I grabbed her hair, fucking her mouth, my cock hitting the back of her throat. “You’re so good at this, sis,” I moaned, and she hummed around my cock, sending shivers up my spine.
After a few minutes of her sucking, I pulled out and flipped her onto her back. “Priya, I’m gonna fuck your pussy now,” I said, positioning my cock at her entrance. “Fuck me, Rohan, do it!” she begged, spreading her legs wide. I pushed in slowly, my cock stretching her tight pussy. “Oh fuck, Rohan, it hurts!” she cried, but her hips rocked against me. I thrust harder, burying my cock deep inside her. “Take it, Priya, you’re mine tonight!” I growled, grabbing her breasts as I started fucking her. My thrusts quickened—each one slamming my cock into her pussy, her breasts bouncing wildly. “Fuck me, Rohan, fuck my pussy hard!” she screamed, her drunk voice echoing in the room. The pain turned to pleasure, and she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper.
After pounding her pussy for a while, I flipped her over onto her stomach. “Now I’m gonna fuck your ass, Priya,” I said, lifting her hips. “No, Rohan, not my ass, it’ll hurt!” she protested, but I spat on her asshole, rubbing it with my finger. “Just relax, sis,” I said, pressing my cock against her tight ass. I pushed in slowly, her ass resisting at first, then giving way. “Oh fuck, Rohan, my ass, your cock!” she screamed, her voice breaking as I slid deeper. Her ass was so tight, squeezing my cock like a vice. I started fucking her ass, slow at first, then harder, grabbing her breasts from behind. “Fuck, Priya, your ass is amazing!” I groaned, slamming into her. “Fuck my ass, Rohan, tear it apart!” she moaned, her drunk body trembling under me. Her pussy dripped onto the sheets, her ass taking every inch of my cock.
After fucking her ass for a while, I flipped her back over. “Priya, I’m gonna cum in your pussy,” I said, sliding my cock back into her wet hole. I fucked her fast and hard, my balls slapping against her ass. “Fuck me, Rohan, fill my pussy!” she begged, her nails digging into my back. My cock pulsed inside her, “I’m cumming, Priya!” I shouted, and I exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. She came too—“Oh fuck, Rohan, I’m cumming!” Her pussy clenched around my cock, her juices mixing with my load. We collapsed on the bed, panting, my cock still leaking inside her.
The next morning, she woke up hungover, rubbing her head. “Rohan, what happened last night? My whole body hurts,” she mumbled, clueless. I smirked, “You got drunk, sis, and we had some fun.” Her eyes widened, but then she grinned, “You’re such a bastard, bhai. Next time, don’t wait for me to get drunk.” I laughed, pulling her close, already imagining the next time I’d fuck her tight little body.