Sharing Bed With Brother

The relatives arrived in Bangalore that summer like a sudden downpour, my aunt and uncle from Mom's side, and my grandparents from Dad's. Our three-bedroom house in Indiranagar was already full with me, my brother Abhinay, and our parents. I loved the chaos and the extra people, so it wasn't a problem, but it meant a temporary reshuffling. My aunt and uncle took my room, the grandparents took our parents' room, and Mom and Dad claimed the foldout sofa in the living room. That left me sharing Abhinay’s narrow bed for a week.

I'm nineteen, and Abhinay is eighteen, barely a year apart. Mom conceived him almost immediately after I was born; we’re so close people often mistake us for twins. We’ve always gotten along, but sharing a single bed felt like an adjustment I wasn't prepared for. Why did the thought of being that close to him make my skin tingle?

After a massive family dinner, everyone scattered. I finished in the bathroom and slipped into Abhinay's room wearing a thin, silk nightgown. He was already there, waiting in his boxers. When he looked at me, his eyes lingered a second too long on the curve of my hips. I could see him shifting uncomfortably, trying to hide the fact that his boxers were starting to tent. I smiled nervously and switched off the light, sliding into the small bed beside him.

The bed was made for one, so we were forced into a tight space. I instinctively turned my back to him, but as I settled, my bottom brushed firmly against his thigh. He tensed instantly and rolled over, facing the wall. I could feel the heat radiating off him. He's hard already... and God, I’m actually happy about it.

“You don't have to roll over,” I whispered into the dark, glancing back. “I don't mind if you face me.” He mumbled something about just getting comfortable, but he stayed rigid. I rolled over to face him, seeing his silhouette in the dim light. “Are you embarrassed to be sleeping with me?” I teased softly. He turned his head, but kept his body away. “Of course not,” he insisted. “Then face me. I can’t talk to your back.”

He sighed, a long, shaky breath. “I… can’t. Because when I get comfortable in bed, I get… comfortable.” I couldn't help but smile. “Really? Are you hard?” He nodded silently. “It’s okay,” I said, my voice dropping an octave. “Just scoot closer so you don't fall off the edge. I promise not to do anything.” I felt him move, and as he did, his erection jabbed my stomach lightly. Our eyes locked, wide and startled, before we both let out a soft, nervous giggle.

“Sorry,” he whispered. I told him it was okay, we were family, and it shouldn't bother us. But as we lay there, the heat between us became undeniable. “Let’s just forget about your dick and my boobs and sleep normally,” I suggested. I moved closer until our bodies were fully pressed together, my breasts against his chest, his hardness resting against my belly. We fell asleep like that, fused together in the quiet house. When I woke at 6:30 AM, the position had shifted. I was facing away, and Abhinay was spooned tight against me, his morning wood nestled deep between my cheeks.

I stayed still, pretending to sleep, but I could feel him moving. He began to grind his dick into my ass gently. Then, I felt his hand lift my nightgown. He’s actually doing it. He thinks I’m asleep. He pulled his boxers off and returned to me, skin on skin. I stirred, whispering that I needed to be “more comfortable,” and pulled my nightgown over my head, tossing it to the floor. I wanted him to see me. All of me.

I lay there topless, my heart hammering against my ribs. I could feel him staring at my breasts before he began humping my ass through my panties. It was hot and slick. I knew he was close, so I deliberately squeezed my ass cheeks around him. He groaned, a low, guttural sound, and lost control. He thrust hard, holding me tightly as he soaked my panties with hot cum. My hand found his as he squeezed my breast, both of us breathless in the dawn light.

When he finished, he didn't move. I slipped off the bed, stood before him in the shadows, and slowly slid my soiled panties down. I dropped them next to my nightgown and climbed back in, pressing my naked backside firmly against his still-throbbed length. I want him to know I’m not just letting it happen, I’m choosing this. We fell back into a heavy, satisfied sleep.

At 8:00 AM, the house stirred. I got up and stretched, letting him take in every inch of my naked body before I dressed. All day, through the family shopping trips and games, we barely spoke. The tension was thick enough to touch. I caught him looking at me across the dinner table, and I gave him a knowing smile that made him blush and look away. Every minute felt like a countdown to tonight.

That night, I entered the room in just a sports bra and panties. He was waiting in his boxers. “I thought you’d want to be more comfortable,” he noted. I didn't say a word; I just stripped slowly in front of him. I saw his jaw drop for a second before I hit the lights. We crawled into bed, but this time, we were chest to chest, nipples grazing his skin, legs Tangled. “Are you mad about this morning?” he asked. “Let’s not talk,” I whispered. “Let’s just lie here.”

The silence didn't last long. I felt his fingers wrap around me, and I gasped at his warm, exploring grip. I reached down, finding him just as ready. I began to finger my own dampness, then guided his hand there. I showed him how to touch me, tracing my slit until he entered me with a finger. I arched my back, moaning softly into his neck, the sound muffled by the pillow. The pleasure was overwhelming. I came hard, my body spasming around his hand.

As I came down from the high, I looked at him. “Are you a virgin?” I asked. He nodded, his eyes dark with wanting. “You?” I nodded too. “Do you want to…?” I asked. He didn't hesitate. He moved over me, and I guided him to the entrance. It was clumsy at first, a bit of resistance that made me gasp as I felt myself stretch, and then he was all the way inside. We stayed still for a moment, hearts beating in sync, letting the reality of it sink in.

We started moving, slow, rhythmic thrusts that quickly turned urgent. I watched his face in the moonlight, seeing him lose himself in me. When he felt my muscles clenching around him during my second orgasm, he started to pull out. “No,” I whispered, locking my legs around his waist. “Cum in me. Fill your sister's pussy.” He grunted and spilled inside, a hot, endless release that left us both shaking.

We lay joined for a long time, panting and covered in sweat. “That was much better than just rubbing my ass,” I teased, tracing the line of his jaw. He laughed breathlessly, “Yeah… way better.” We lay there, stroking each other's skin, knowing we had six more nights of this ahead of us. The relatives can stay as long as they want. It was going to be an unforgettable week.