My name is Rahul. I’m 23 years old and I live with my parents and my elder sister, Priya, in a small two-bedroom flat in Mumbai. Priya is 25, beautiful, fair-skinned, and has a curvy figure that I had started noticing more and more over the last two years.
For a long time, I tried to ignore my feelings for her. She was my behan after all. But things changed during the lockdown when all four of us were stuck at home together.
Priya and I used to sleep in the same room on a double bed while our parents slept in the other room. At first, it was normal. But slowly, things started feeling different.
One night, around 1 AM, I woke up feeling thirsty. When I turned to my side, I saw Priya sleeping peacefully. She was wearing a loose nighty that had ridden up to her thighs. Her smooth legs were exposed and one of her boobs was slightly coming out from the neck of her nighty.
I couldn’t stop staring.
My cock started getting hard inside my shorts. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t look away. That night, for the first time, I masturbated while looking at my sleeping sister.
After that night, I started getting bolder.
Whenever our parents went to sleep, I would stay awake and secretly watch Priya. Sometimes she would sleep without a bra, and her nipples would poke through the thin fabric of her nighty. I started getting addicted to watching her.
One night, something changed everything.
It was around 2 AM. Our parents were sleeping in their room with the door closed. Priya and I were in our room. I was pretending to sleep, but I was actually awake and horny.
Suddenly, I felt movement on the bed. Priya turned towards me. Her nighty had slipped down from one shoulder, and one of her big, fair breasts was completely visible. My heart started beating fast.
I slowly moved my hand and gently touched her boob. She didn’t wake up.
Encouraged, I started pressing it softly. Her nipple hardened under my fingers. My cock was rock hard inside my shorts. I wanted to do more, but I was scared she would wake up and shout.
After some time, I gathered courage and slowly slid my hand inside her nighty and touched her bare breast. It felt soft and warm. I started squeezing it gently.
Suddenly, Priya moved.
I quickly pulled my hand back and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. My heart was beating like a drum.
After a few seconds, I felt something. Priya’s hand touched my arm. She was awake.
I stayed still, scared of what would happen next.
Then I heard her soft voice near my ear:
“Rahul… kya kar rahe the?”
My whole body froze.
I didn’t know what to say. I stayed quiet.
Priya moved closer. I could feel her warm breath on my face.
“Main jaanti hoon tu kya kar raha tha,” she whispered. “Tu meri chuchiyan daba raha tha na?”
I still didn’t say anything. I was too scared.
Then something unexpected happened.
Priya took my hand and placed it back on her breast.
“Daba na… agar itna hi mann kar raha hai toh,” she said in a low voice.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. My hand was on my elder sister’s breast and she was asking me to press it.
I started pressing her soft boob. Priya let out a soft moan. She moved even closer and whispered in my ear:
“Parents so rahe hain… dheere se karna.”
My cock was throbbing. I pressed her breast more confidently now. Priya’s breathing became heavier. She put her hand on my chest and slowly moved it down until she reached my shorts.
She grabbed my hard cock from over my shorts and whispered:
“Kitna hard ho gaya hai… behan ke liye?”
I was shocked but extremely turned on. Priya pulled my shorts down and took my cock in her hand. She started stroking it slowly while I kept pressing her breasts.
After some time, she came on top of me and removed her nighty completely. Now she was completely naked in front of me.
She held my cock and rubbed it on her wet pussy.
“Chahiye tujhe andar daalna?” she asked in a teasing voice.
I nodded like a hungry dog.
Priya slowly sat on my cock, taking it inside her pussy. Both of us moaned at the same time. She started riding me slowly while keeping her hand on my mouth so I wouldn’t make noise.
“Chup reh… mummy papa uth gaye toh maar daalenge,” she whispered while fucking me.
We had sex for almost 20 minutes like that. Quietly. Secretly. While our parents were sleeping in the next room.
After I came inside her, Priya lay down beside me, breathing heavily.
She looked at me and said:
“Kal se har raat aise hi karenge… lekin kisi ko pata nahi chalna chahiye. Samjha?”
I nodded.
That night changed everything between us.
The next morning, everything felt different.
Priya and I avoided looking at each other in front of our parents. But whenever our eyes met, I could see a small, naughty smile on her face. My mind kept replaying what happened last night — how my own elder sister rode my cock while telling me to stay quiet because our parents were sleeping.
After breakfast, when Mom and Dad went to the market, Priya came into my room. She closed the door and locked it from inside.
She was wearing a yellow salwar kameez. Without saying anything, she walked up to me and pushed me on the bed.
“Jaldi kar,” she said in a low voice. “Mummy papa 15-20 minute mein aa jayenge.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I pulled her on top of me and started kissing her hungrily. Priya responded with equal hunger. Within minutes, we were both naked again.
This time, I made her lie down and got on top of her. I entered her pussy in one thrust. Priya moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Zor se mat kar… awaaz aa jayegi,” she whispered, but her eyes were full of lust.
I started fucking her slowly at first, then increased my speed. The bed was making slight creaking noises, which only made everything more exciting. Priya kept biting her lower lip to control her moans.
After some time, she pushed me and made me lie down. She came on top and started riding me again, just like last night.
“Kal raat se zyada maza aa raha hai aaj,” she said while moving her hips. “Shayad isliye kyunki ab mujhe pata hai tu kitna bhookha tha mujhe chodne ke liye.”
Her dirty talk was turning me on even more. I grabbed her waist and started thrusting from below. Priya’s big breasts were bouncing in front of my face. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked it hard.
After a few minutes, Priya’s body started shaking. She came hard on my cock, biting my shoulder to stop herself from screaming. Feeling her pussy tighten around my cock, I also came deep inside her.
We both lay there breathing heavily for a minute.
Priya got up quickly, wore her clothes, and said, “Jaldi se kapde pehen le. Mummy papa aa rahe honge.”
Before leaving the room, she turned around and gave me a warning look.
“Raat ko phir aana. Lekin dheere dheere karna. Aur kisi ko shaq bhi nahi hona chahiye.”
That night, after our parents went to sleep, Priya came to my bed again. This time she didn’t even pretend to sleep. The moment the lights were off and we heard our parents’ bedroom door close, she removed her nighty and got completely naked.
She didn’t say anything. She just climbed on top of me and took my already hard cock inside her pussy.
This time we fucked much more slowly and passionately. We kissed a lot while doing it. Priya was moaning very softly in my ear.
After I came inside her, she didn’t get up immediately. She stayed on top of me and whispered:
“Tu ab se har raat mujhe chod sakta hai… lekin bahut sambhal ke. Agar Mummy-Papa ko pata chal gaya toh ghar se nikaal denge hum dono ko.”
I nodded.
From that day onwards, our secret relationship started properly.
Almost every night, after our parents slept, Priya would come to my side of the bed. Sometimes we did it slowly and quietly. Sometimes she would get on her knees and suck my cock while I sat on the bed. A few times, she even let me fuck her in the bathroom while Mom and Dad were watching TV in the hall.
The risk of getting caught was always there, and that made everything much more intense.
One night, something risky happened.
It was around 12:30 AM. Priya and I were fucking slowly on the bed. She was on top of me, moving her hips in circles. Suddenly, we heard footsteps outside our room.
Both of us froze.
The footsteps stopped right outside our door. It was probably Mom or Dad going to the kitchen to drink water.
Priya was still sitting on my cock. She didn’t move. We both stayed completely still, holding our breath. My cock was still inside her.
After almost a minute, the footsteps went back to our parents’ room and the door closed.
Priya looked at me and smiled nervously.
“Bahut close tha,” she whispered.
Instead of stopping, she started moving again. This time even slower.
“Dar lag raha hai?” I asked her softly.
She leaned down and kissed me.
“Haan… lekin aur bhi zyada maza aa raha hai.”
After that close call, our sex became even more intense. The fear of getting caught was now turning into an addiction for both of us.
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