She pulled my head down to her chest.
“Bhai… here.”
I resisted for half a second.
“You will regret this.”
She only smirked, voice low and sure.
“Nope. I won’t. Shut up and keep sucking.”
I opened my mouth and took one full breast in. The soft, heavy flesh filled my lips. Her nipple was already hard; I sucked it deep, feeling it thicken against my tongue. She let out a long, shaky moan and arched her back, pushing more of herself into my face.
I switched to the other breast, licking slow circles around the dark tip before sucking hard. My hands couldn’t stay still. I squeezed and lifted both of them, feeling how heavy and warm they were, how the soft skin gave under my fingers. Every time I sucked, she made a small wet sound in her throat.
It felt good. Too good.
I knew it was wrong—she was family, she was staying under our roof, the whole house was asleep just beyond the door—but I was already lost. The softness of her skin under my palms, the way her nipples stiffened more every time my tongue dragged across them, the heat rising from her body… it drowned every other thought.
She suddenly grabbed my face with both hands and dragged me up. Our mouths crashed together. Her tongue pushed past my lips, wet and hungry. I kissed her back hard, still kneading one breast while the other stayed pressed against my chest.
When the kiss broke she pushed me back just enough to reach down. In one smooth motion she hooked her thumbs into her panties, slid them down her legs, and kicked them off the side of the bed. They landed somewhere in the dark.
Then she spread her legs wide.
“I’m always ready, Bhai.”
I looked down. For a long moment I still liked her breasts more—the way they rose and fell with every breath, the wet shine my mouth had left on them. Then my eyes dropped lower and everything changed.
I aligned myself between her open thighs. The thick head of my 8-inch cock pressed against her entrance. She was already slick. I pushed forward slowly.
The tight, hot pressure swallowed the tip first. She arched hard off the bed, a sharp moan breaking from her throat. I kept going, inch by inch, feeling every ridge of her walls stretch around the thick shaft. Her hands flew to the bedsheet and twisted it tight. Her eyes rolled up as I sank deeper.
Finally I was all the way inside her.
We both stopped moving.
I stayed buried to the hilt, feeling her pulse around me—hot, wet, squeezing in small waves. She breathed in short, broken gasps, still gripping the sheet, legs trembling on either side of my hips. My hands went back to her breasts, squeezing them while I stayed deep, letting both of us feel every inch of the connection.
It was the first time I had ever felt a girl’s body like this. The softness of her thighs against my hips, the heat clamped around my cock, the way her nipples hardened even more under my palms while she tried to catch her breath—all of it burned into me at once.
We held there, locked together, neither of us speaking.
She suddenly pushed against my chest with both hands. I let her roll me onto my back. In one smooth motion she straddled my hips, still keeping me buried deep inside her. The change in angle made her gasp.
“Stay still, Bhai…” she whispered.
She planted her hands on my shoulders and started to move. Slow at first—lifting her hips until only the thick head of my cock remained inside, then sinking back down with a wet, heavy slide. Her big breasts hung right above my face, swaying with every rise and fall.
I lifted my head and caught one nipple between my lips again. I sucked hard while she rode me. The soft weight of her breast pressed against my mouth each time she came down. My hands gripped her waist, then slid up to squeeze both breasts, pushing them together so I could switch from one nipple to the other without stopping.
She moaned louder, the sound half-swallowed so the house wouldn’t hear.
“Fuck… you’re so thick, Bhai… deeper than anyone…”
Her pace increased. She bounced harder, the wet slap of her skin against mine filling the quiet room. Every time she dropped down, my cock sank to the hilt and her walls clenched around me. I kept sucking, licking, biting gently at her nipples while her breasts bounced against my face.
After a few minutes she slowed again, grinding in tight circles, letting me feel every ridge inside her. Then she leaned forward, offered her other breast, and whispered,
“Flip me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, rolled us over in one strong motion, and pinned her back onto the mattress. Her legs stayed open around my hips. I drove back into her hard, burying every inch in a single thrust. She arched and let out a sharp, broken moan, fingers digging into my shoulders.
I stayed deep for a second, then started fucking her with steady, powerful strokes—still leaning down to suck one breast, then the other, never letting them leave my mouth for long. Her soft skin, the heat clamped around my cock, the way her nipples hardened even more under my tongue… it all blurred together.
She looked up at me, eyes glassy, lips parted.
“Don’t stop, Bhai… keep going…”
I kept going.
She locked her legs tightly around my waist the moment she felt me swell inside her.
“It’s my safe day, Bhai… don’t pull out.”
Her arms wrapped around my neck at the same time, holding me down so I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to. The sudden tightness and the raw permission snapped the last of my control. I drove into her harder, faster, the wet slap of skin against skin growing louder in the dark room. Every thrust forced a short, broken moan from her throat. The bedframe gave soft creaks under us. Her big breasts bounced with the force, nipples still wet from my mouth, and I couldn’t stop watching them while I pounded deeper.
The pressure in my cock built so fast it almost hurt. This was the first time anything had ever felt this good—her hot walls squeezing and fluttering around every thick inch, the soft give of her thighs against my hips, the way she kept pulling me in like she needed every drop. My breathing turned ragged. Sweat ran down my back. I buried my face against her neck and kept thrusting, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the small space between us.
“I’m— Lisha— I’m—”
I couldn’t finish the sentence. My whole body locked. I slammed in to the hilt one last time and came hard, thick pulses shooting deep inside her. The pleasure ripped through me in waves so strong my arms shook. I kept grinding against her while I emptied everything, feeling her walls milking me, pulling more out of me with every clench.
She moaned long and low under me, legs still locked, body trembling as she took it all. When the last pulse faded she finally loosened her hold, looking satisfied, chest rising and falling fast.
I collapsed onto her for a few seconds, completely drained. My cock slowly softened and slipped out of her with a soft wet sound, a thin trail of cum following. She waited only a moment before sliding out from under me. Quietly she reached down, found her panties on the floor, stepped into them, then pulled the thin nighty back over her head. The fabric settled over her still-flushed breasts.
“Good night, Bhai,” she whispered.
She lay down on the thin mattress on the floor, turned onto her side, and went still.
I stayed on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling, completely dumbfounded. My cock rested against my thigh, still half-hard and leaking a little onto the sheet. The feeling of her body—the heat, the tightness, the way she had taken every drop—kept replaying in my head. I had never known anything could feel that good.
After a long minute I reached down, pulled my pants back up, and closed my eyes. Sleep came slowly, heavy and satisfied.
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