New Year Brother

It started my first New Year’s Eve home from college in Coimbatore.

Karthik, my older brother, had just broken up with his girlfriend. They had only been together a few months, but it sounded like a wild few months. Too wild, I guess. Whatever happened, he was pretty mopey the whole break. We were close, but he didn’t want to talk about it. Just mentioned once that the girl cheated on him, then went to get himself another drink.

Our parents didn’t care if we drank as long as we weren’t stupid about it — no driving, obviously, no throwing up or blacking out. They had already turned in for the night, too tired to watch the countdown on TV.

“Hey,” I yelled toward the kitchen, “hurry up in there, you’re going to miss it!” The house was large enough that our parents wouldn’t hear anything.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled back. He was mixing more drinks, intent on getting drunk. I wasn’t exactly sober by then either.

“Here ya go, Chinna,” he said as he handed over a glass with way too much liquid.

I stuck out my tongue at the nickname. Archana was already a long name, but Chinna wasn’t any better. He smiled a little and gulped at his drink, sinking into the sofa next to me.

I took a sip and coughed. “The fuck did you put in here, pure ethanol?!” It burned my throat and stung my eyes. Strong whiskey with a hint of something sweet. Tasty.

He shrugged and took another mouthful like it was water. I shook my head and tried it again. It still tasted like fire. And it was going straight to my head. I’d already had a couple of beers, which was usually my limit. Eh, whatever, it was New Year’s and I couldn’t be bothered to get myself another drink.

By the time the countdown finished on the TV, we were both drunk. He was practically falling over and the room spun for me. I hadn’t finished that crazy drink; he had. I helped him to his bedroom. Or rather, we both stumbled in that general direction and made it eventually.

We collapsed onto his bed and he rolled over, almost instantly falling asleep. I was too dizzy and tired to find my own room. We had shared a bed plenty of times before when we were kids; he wouldn’t mind.

Somehow, I managed to strip off a few of my clothes before passing out. Jeans, I remembered to take off my jeans. My panties went with them without me really noticing.

I woke up later in the dark, still half-drunk, body warm and restless. Moonlight peeked through the window. Karthik was out cold beside me. My mind drifted, fuzzy and horny. I started thinking about my boyfriend back at college — the way he touched me, how good it felt when he was inside me. My hand slipped between my legs almost without thinking. I was already soaked. My fingers slid through the slick folds of my cunt, rubbing my swollen clit in slow circles, then dipping lower to push two fingers into my wet hole. I fucked myself lazily, imagining it was my boyfriend’s cock stretching me open.

A soft sound came from beside me. Karthik shifted, mumbling something.

“Priya, I-I love you. It’s ok. Everything’s ok,” he said. It was a lot more mumbly and slurred, but I think that’s what he said. I wasn’t fully awake yet.

Then he started touching me.

Kinda awkwardly and gently rubbing my arms at first, then he cupped a boob, thumb brushing over my nipple until it stiffened. I didn’t pull away. The touch felt good, and in my drunken haze it just blended with the fantasy I was already lost in. I kept fingering my dripping cunt, hips shifting a little under his hand, soft wet sounds filling the quiet.

He moved closer, still mostly asleep. His body was warm and heavy against mine. He kissed my shoulder, then my neck, still murmuring Priya’s name. His hand slid down my stomach and found mine between my legs. Instead of stopping, I let my fingers guide his. He groaned softly when he felt how soaked I was — my cunt was dripping, coating his fingers immediately. He pushed two thick fingers inside me, curling them, stretching my tight hole open while I rubbed my clit harder.

I moaned, filthy and needy. It felt better than my own hand. I was so turned on already that I didn’t care who it was — just that it felt good. I opened my legs wider for him, spreading myself so he could dig those fingers deeper into my wet cunt.

He shifted on top of me, still half-asleep, still thinking I was someone else. His cock pressed against my thigh, hard and heavy, already leaking. I reached down and wrapped my hand around it. Fuck, it was thick. Thicker than my boyfriend’s. I stroked him a few times, feeling the heavy weight of his shaft, the way the head pulsed and oozed precum over my fingers. He pushed forward, and that fat cockhead nudged against my entrance, smearing through my slick folds.

I didn’t hesitate. I tilted my hips up and guided him in.

He sank into me with a long, low groan. That thick cock stretched my cunt wide open, inch after inch forcing its way into my tight, wet hole until he bottomed out. My back arched hard. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, feeling every ridge and vein of his fat shaft dragging against my walls.

He started moving, still murmuring Priya’s name against my skin. His hips rolled in a steady, deep rhythm, that huge cock sliding in and out of my dripping cunt with filthy wet squelches. I met every thrust, grinding up against him, chasing the feeling of being completely stuffed. The wet sounds of us fucking filled the quiet room — the slap of his balls against my ass, the wet suck of my cunt gripping his cock every time he pulled back. I clung to his shoulders, moaning into his neck, completely lost in how good his cock felt stretching me open and pounding deep.

He was actually a pretty good kisser, even drunk. When he found my mouth I kissed him back hard, tongue sliding against his, sucking on it like I wanted to swallow him. No resistance at all.

My brother was almost twice my weight and most of it was muscle. He was a super outdoorsy kinda guy and liked trekking and cycling. I went on morning walks, but that was about it. My body was naturally small. He was completely covering me, crushing me into the mattress while that fat cock wrecked my cunt. I loved the heavy press of him.

I was so wet. I’d only had sex a few times and not at all for almost half a year. My drunk body was quite happy with the attention and didn’t care that it was my brother. My cunt was leaking down my thighs, soaking the sheets under us.

I moaned as he stroked deeper, that thick shaft dragging against every sensitive spot inside me. Ahh, I needed a good hard fuck, and right then I didn’t care whose cock it was.

He kissed me harder, then something bigger than his fingers pressed fully inside. His cock. I took it without hesitation, lifting my hips to meet him, fucking myself onto that fat dick.

Fuck. My brother’s cock was inside me and getting deeper every second.

It was so big. Too big. My cunt stretched around the thick base of him, quivering as he pumped into me. He was too drunk to be gentle or slow, his thick shaft filling me more with every little retreat and deeper thrust, balls smacking against my ass.

The only thing was how good it felt. I didn’t keep myself from thrusting back — I was thrusting hard, my hips lifting to meet his, definitely fucking my own brother’s cock. He thought he was ramming his dick into his girlfriend, makeup sex, or whatever.

I was just horny and soaking wet for it.

I gasped and moaned as he finally stopped kissing me, shoving his head into the pillow and focusing on drilling my cunt. This was too good. That fat cock was slamming into me now, hard and deep, stretching my tight hole wide open with every thrust. The wet squelching sounds got louder, filthier. I was just going to enjoy him, maybe cum once or twice on my brother’s dick. The tiny twinge of guilt wasn’t enough to change my lust-drenched mind.

I brought my legs up, shoving my feet into the bed for leverage so I could properly thrust. The sounds of slapping flesh and wet squishing accompanied my moans. I clung onto his shoulder, feeling every thick inch of his cock gliding through my tight, warm walls, over and over again, the head battering deep. I panted and little cries escaped my throat with every thrust, my cunt gripping and sucking at him.

Something was bothering me in the back of my mind. Which didn’t make any sense while my body was in a haze of alcohol and pleasure. Nothing could be wrong.

Except getting pregnant. By my brother. What the fuck was I doing?

His pace increased, faster and harder as soon as that thought finally surfaced, his cock swelling and twitching inside me. Groaning into my ear, his hips slammed into me with short, quick stabs in his eagerness to bathe my cunt with his cum. That thick shaft pounded me open, balls tight and heavy against my ass.

My own orgasm broke hard, and I couldn’t do anything except bask in the hot waves of pleasure rolling through my body. My cunt clamped down tight around his fat cock, squeezing and milking him as he continued to thrust and stab and pump his seed into me. Hot ropes of cum flooded my hole, thick and heavy, overflowing around his shaft and dripping down my crack. I kept cumming, shaking under him, my pussy spasming and sucking every drop deeper.

He sighed. I whimpered. The pleasure in my cunt was a beast I couldn’t stop feeding, and I kept humping his cock even after he went still, falling back asleep on me, still buried deep in my messy, cum-filled hole.

I needed more, I wanted more, I —

I was fucking my brother. My unconscious brother, who had just pumped a load of cum into my cunt.

Shit, shit, shit. I wasn’t on birth control. I had to get him off me, get his cum out of me, do something. I strained but I couldn’t move him. He was going to wake up with his cock still inside me and realise he’d fucked his own sister. Argh.

I tried to wake him anyway, at least get him to move. “Karthik. Karthik,” I hissed. Any louder and I might wake our parents. He didn’t move. Oh, God.

The pleasure and alcohol haze took over once I realised there was nothing I could do. I fell asleep again, with my brother’s softening dick still buried in my leaking, cum-stuffed pussy.

And woke up to his cock stroking my wet tunnel again. My hips were thrusting back automatically, and a soft moan escaped my lips. That thick shaft was hard once more, sliding through the mess of his own cum still inside me.

I wasn’t sure he was even awake. It was still dark. The clock read five am. Our parents would be up in an hour or two. Shit. My brother needed to gain some awareness before then, or at least roll over so I could clean up.

“Priya…” he mumbled into my shoulder, impaling my all-too-wet and willing cunt with his thick, hard shaft.

“Karthik —”

I knew I should tell him I’m not Priya, that I’m his sister, Archana. This was my overprotective big brother; he’d hate himself if he realised what he was doing.

I shut my mouth and whimpered, lust again overriding my better judgment. I didn’t hate this. My body revelled in the feel of his thick shaft gliding through my slick, cum-slick tunnel, in this act that my cunt was made for.

My wet flesh clung onto every inch of my brother’s cock, the fit so perfect that he seemed to slow when I clenched, as though I became too tight. I moaned and thrust harder at him, needing more, needing to come again on that fat dick. My mind was a blubbering, incoherent goop made of lust and I wanted. This. Cock. Deep and hard and filling me.

“I love you, Priya,” he mumbled, lifting his head to kiss me, his eyes roaming over my face while his hips rolled and pounded in a perfect rhythm, that thick cock slamming into my messy cunt over and over.

Oh God, shut up, shut up, just fuck me.

He blinked at me blearily. Blinked harder and rubbed his eyes. “Pri — Archana?” he whispered with horror in his voice.

He was sobering up, but I was so close. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his head down for a kiss, pretending to be drunk. Pretending to myself, too. He was too far gone to stop anyway. He groaned and pumped into my body, slamming his big cock into my pussy, fucking his little sister as hard as he could, over and over, faster and faster. That thick shaft stretched me open, the wet filthy sounds of his cock churning through the cum already inside me filling the room.

Yes. Just a little more… yes! Fuck fuck fuck.

My cunt clamped around his cock, holding on and refusing to let go. His hard, quick thrusts felt even better, battering deep into my guts. He let out a deep groan as my hungry pussy sucked another load of cum from his body, pulling his thick cream deeper inside me with every pulse, every stab. Hot spurts flooded me again, overflowing around his shaft, dripping down my ass in messy streaks.

I gasped and whimpered with the pleasure spreading through me, riding the waves of bliss while his cock pounded into me a few more times, milking every last drop into my stuffed hole. He rolled off of me after one last, hard thrust, falling back asleep as soon as his head lolled onto his pillow. I panted for a few minutes, savouring the satisfied afterglow of being thoroughly fucked and filled, my cunt throbbing and leaking his cum down my thighs.

Too bad it was with my brother. I glanced at him guiltily, got up, gathered my clothes, and snuck out, hoping he wouldn’t remember, or if he did, would believe me when I told him it didn’t happen. Crazy whiskey dream. Yeah.

Cleaned up and back in my own bed, I half-hoped I’d imagined the whole thing too, that I wouldn’t need the emergency pill to work. My sore, well-fucked pussy told a different story — still open, still dripping, still throbbing from taking my brother’s cock twice.