My name is Arjun, and I’m twenty-one years old. I live in a bustling city with my parents and my elder sister, Priya, who is twenty-five. Priya is stunning—her fair skin, long silky hair, and curvaceous figure make heads turn wherever she goes. Her full, perky boobs and swaying ass in tight dresses always caught my eye, though I tried to suppress those thoughts since she was my sister. But deep down, I harbored a forbidden attraction toward her, a secret desire that grew stronger with time. Priya was always playful with me, teasing me with her smiles and occasional hugs, but I never imagined she might feel the same way. That is, until one unforgettable night when I took her to a hotel, and our hidden desires erupted into a passionate encounter that changed our relationship forever.
It was a humid Saturday evening, and our parents had gone to a family wedding in another city, leaving Priya and me alone at home. The house felt unusually quiet, and I noticed Priya acting differently—she was more talkative, her eyes lingering on me longer than usual. She was wearing a tight tank top and shorts that hugged her curves, making it impossible for me to look away. “Arjun, let’s do something fun tonight,” she said with a mischievous grin. I suggested going out for dinner, but she had a bolder idea. “Why don’t we book a hotel room? Just for a change, like a mini-vacation.” My heart raced at the thought of being alone with her in such an intimate setting, but I agreed, trying to hide my growing excitement. We packed a small bag and headed to a nearby luxury hotel, checking into a room with a king-sized bed and a view of the city skyline.
As we entered the hotel room, the atmosphere shifted. The dim lighting and plush bed created an air of intimacy that was hard to ignore. Priya kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the bed, her top riding up slightly to reveal her smooth midriff. “This feels so fancy,” she giggled, patting the space next to her. I sat down, my heart pounding as her perfume filled my senses. We ordered room service and chatted about random things, but there was an undercurrent of tension. Her leg brushed against mine, and she didn’t pull away. “Arjun, do you ever think about… us?” she asked softly, her eyes locked on mine. I swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. “What do you mean, Priya?” I managed to say. She leaned closer, her breath warm against my cheek. “I know you look at me sometimes… not like a brother. I see it in your eyes.”
Before I could process her words, Priya’s lips were on mine. The kiss was electric, a mix of softness and urgency that set my body on fire. I hesitated for a moment, my mind screaming that this was wrong, but my body betrayed me. I kissed her back, my hands instinctively pulling her closer. Her lips were soft and sweet, and the taste of her drove me wild. “Priya, we shouldn’t…” I murmured, but she silenced me with another kiss. “I want this, Arjun. I’ve wanted it for a long time,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. Her hands roamed my chest, tugging at my shirt, and I gave in completely. I pulled her top over her head, revealing her lacy black bra and her full, round boobs that strained against the fabric. My cock twitched in my jeans as I stared at her, unable to believe this was happening.
Priya unhooked her bra, letting her boobs spill free. They were perfect—firm, with dark, erect nipples begging to be touched. “Do you like them?” she asked, a naughty smile playing on her lips. I didn’t answer with words; instead, I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh, Arjun, that feels so good,” she gasped. I lavished attention on her boobs, licking and nibbling, while my hands explored her smooth thighs. Her moans grew louder, and I could feel her body trembling under my touch. I slid my hand between her legs, finding her panties already soaked. “You’re so wet, Priya,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with lust. She blushed but spread her legs wider, inviting me to explore further.
I pulled her shorts and panties down, revealing her shaved pussy, glistening with arousal. The sight of it made my cock throb painfully in my jeans. “Arjun, touch me,” she pleaded, her eyes dark with need. I ran my fingers along her slit, feeling her slickness, and she arched her back, moaning loudly. I slipped a finger inside her, marveling at how tight and warm she was. “Fuck, Priya, you’re so tight,” I said, adding another finger and pumping slowly. She writhed on the bed, her boobs bouncing with each movement. “I want you inside me, Arjun,” she begged, her voice desperate. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I stripped off my clothes, my hard cock springing free, and Priya’s eyes widened. “It’s so big,” she murmured, reaching out to stroke it.
I positioned myself between her legs, my cock brushing against her pussy. “Are you sure?” I asked, giving her one last chance to back out. “Yes, Arjun, fuck me,” she said, her voice firm. I pushed into her slowly, groaning as her tight pussy enveloped my cock. “Oh, fuck,” I muttered, feeling her walls grip me. Priya gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. “It’s so big, but it feels amazing,” she moaned. I started thrusting, slow at first, then faster, her pussy stretching to accommodate me. Her boobs jiggled with each thrust, and her moans filled the room. “Harder, Arjun, fuck me harder,” she cried, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I pounded into her, the bed creaking under us. Her pussy was so wet and tight, it drove me wild. I leaned down to kiss her, our tongues tangling as I fucked her relentlessly. “You’re so fucking hot, Priya,” I growled, grabbing her ass and squeezing. She moaned louder, her hands clawing at my back. “I’m yours, Arjun, fuck me like you mean it,” she panted. I flipped her over, pulling her onto her knees, and entered her from behind. Her ass looked incredible, and I slapped it lightly, making her squeal. “Yes, like that,” she begged, pushing back against me. I fucked her doggy-style, my cock slamming into her pussy, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the room.
Priya’s moans grew more frantic, and I could tell she was close. “Arjun, I’m gonna cum,” she cried, her pussy clenching around my cock. I thrust harder, feeling my own release building. “Cum for me, Priya,” I urged, and she did, her body shaking as she screamed my name. Her orgasm triggered mine, and I groaned as I shot my load deep inside her pussy. We collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty, our bodies entwined. “That was incredible,” Priya whispered, kissing my chest. I held her close, still reeling from what we’d done. “You’re amazing,” I said, stroking her hair.
We lay there for a while, catching our breath, but the night wasn’t over. Priya’s hand found my cock again, stroking it back to life. “I want more,” she said with a wicked grin. I rolled her onto her back and spread her legs, licking her pussy this time. She tasted sweet and musky, and her moans spurred me on. I sucked her clit, making her writhe, and soon she was cumming again, her juices coating my face. I climbed up and fucked her again, this time slower, savoring every moment. Her pussy felt like heaven, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
Hours passed, and we fucked in every position imaginable—her riding me, me taking her against the wall, even in the shower. Each time was more intense, our bodies perfectly in sync. “Arjun, I’ve never felt like this before,” Priya said, her eyes glistening with emotion. I kissed her deeply, feeling a connection beyond just lust. “I love you, Priya, not just as a sister,” I admitted. She smiled, tears in her eyes. “I love you too, Arjun.”
As dawn approached, we finally collapsed, exhausted but satisfied. “This is our secret,” Priya said, snuggling against me. I nodded, knowing we’d crossed a line we could never uncross. “No one can know,” I agreed, kissing her forehead. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, the hotel room a cocoon of our forbidden passion.
When we returned home, everything seemed normal on the surface. “How was your night?” our neighbor asked casually. “Just hung out,” I said with a smile, while Priya winked at me behind his back. But every glance we shared was charged with our secret. That night in the hotel had awakened something in us, a bond that went beyond sibling love.
Our relationship continued in secret, stolen moments when our parents weren’t around. “Arjun, whenever you want me, I’m yours,” Priya whispered one day, her hand brushing my cock. I pulled her close, knowing I’d never tire of her. “You’re mine, Priya,” I said, and we kissed, sealing our forbidden love.
That hotel night was the beginning of something wild and dangerous, a secret we’d carry forever. Priya and I had found a love that society would never accept, but in our hearts, it was perfect.