The Unplanned Friday Night

It was a typical rainy Friday night in Hyderabad. I had just downloaded the latest edition of Grand Theft Auto and was really getting into it. I had a chilled two-liter bottle of Thums Up and a massive double order of spicy Chicken 65 and Biryani from Paradise, so I knew I was completely ready for a long, lazy night of gaming. But I had no idea how long and wild it was really going to be!

I had been playing for about half an hour when there was a frantic knock on the door. You can probably guess by now who it was.

Yep, it was my wild, unapologetic sister, Shruti. She was wearing a stunning, skin-tight black cocktail dress and high heels she probably bought in Jubilee Hills. And she was bawling her eyes out! As soon as I opened the door, she flung her arms around my neck and started sobbing heavily into my shoulder.

I patted her on the back. "Hey, hey, come on now! What's the matter?"

"Oh, Karthik, you won't believe the disastrous evening I've had. I've been seeing this guy, Prakash. He's an older guy, totally loaded, but still got it, you know? We were out at this super fancy seafood restaurant for dinner. He's generous like that. Then we went to his luxury suite at the Taj Krishna where we were going to spend the whole night together fucking. But as soon as we got there and he took off his expensive tie, he grabbed his chest and dropped to the floor! He was turning all purple! It was like a massive heart attack or something!"

She took her arms from around my neck, dug into her designer purse for a tissue, and noisily blew her nose. Then she continued. "At first I just screamed in shock for about three minutes, but then I called the front desk and an ambulance. The Apollo paramedics got there really fast and took him away on a stretcher to the hospital."

"Shouldn't you have gone with him in the ambulance?"

She blew her nose again, waving her hand dismissively. "Oh no. I really don't think his wife would have appreciated that."

I was pretty sure what was coming next. And I was right. She sidled up to me and started running her manicured hands up and down my bare chest. I wasn't wearing anything but my grey gym shorts. She looked up at me with her big, teary, puppy-dog eyes.

"Karthik, you can't believe how incredibly horny I am right now. I was looking forward to a night of constant dick with Prakash. We even had a dozen raw oysters with our dinner to make sure we were good and horned up! Now I need it badly." She slowly started rubbing my crotch through the thin fabric of my shorts. I could feel my cock starting to rapidly stiffen under her touch. "Please fuck me, big brother? Please? My pussy really, really needs a good stiff dick in it tonight."

"Shruti, I know you and I have fooled around a tiny bit in the past, but actual fucking? That's full-on incest, no doubt about it. It's very taboo, and definitely wrong. If Amma and Nanna ever found out... I really don't think it would be a good idea."

Shruti started to tear up again, pressing her soft body against mine. "Karthik, I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't utterly desperate. I had six oysters! Six! You know what happens if you eat oysters and then don't have sex?"

"No, what?"

"Well... well, I don't know either. But I don't want to find out. I'm sure it's awful."

I rolled my eyes. Shruti is the absolute queen of drama. But she always did know exactly how to get her way with me.

By now she had slipped her hand inside the waistband of my gym shorts. I could feel her cool, smooth palm closing firmly around my thick shaft. She slid it slowly up and down my length. I could feel an electric shudder going up and down my spine. She looked at me, her dark eyes filled with lust, and licked her lip. When she expertly flicked the pad of her thumb under the sensitive head of my cock, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist.

"Okay. But just this once."

She smiled brightly and lightly flicked her tongue across one of my nipples. "Great! Now, here's what we'll do." She looked around my messy living room. "Prakash said that he was going to fuck me before we could even get to the bedroom. There was a huge comfy sofa in the hotel room, and he wanted to bend me over that and take me hard doggy style."

We both looked at my beat-up old brown leather couch. "Perfect!" she said. Then she grabbed both sides of the waistband of my gym shorts and dropped to her knees, pulling the shorts all the way down to my ankles. My throbbing erection sprang free, pointing right at her face. She grabbed it gently and gave the purple tip a soft kiss. "I can't wait to introduce you to my pussy," she purred. Then she stood up, grabbed my shaft like a leash, and walked me over to the couch.

The padded arm of the couch was just the right height for her to bend over and put her elbows on it, leaving her shapely, round desi derriere at just the right height and angle for me.

"Don't you want to take off your dress?"

"No. Prakash said he didn't even want to take the time to undress me before getting his cock deep into me. And neither are you."

"What about your panties?"

"What panties?" She reached back and brazenly flipped the hem of her black cocktail dress up past her hips. There were no panties to be seen. Just two beautifully shapely buttocks, a cute little puckered asshole, and her sweet, sweet pussy lips, already heavily glistening with her natural juices.

I walked up right behind her and slid one hand between her legs, feeling just how incredibly wet she was. I moved my hand forward and backward, sliding my fingers along her slick lips. She began to moan softly. I slid my middle finger deep inside her, and her moaning instantly increased. I flicked it against her stiff little clit and her hips began to buck back against my hand.

"Put it in me, Karthik! Quit fucking around!"

I stepped a little closer and took my rigid cock in hand. I started rubbing the hot head on her wet lips, up and down, back and forth, but didn't quite put it inside her yet. I flicked it back and forth across her swollen clit several times, making her shudder violently. She growled a little in pure frustration.

But I didn't want to tease her for too long. I was pretty fucking horny myself by this time. I placed my broad cock head right against the opening to her tight vagina and started pushing it in. She let out a long, slow moan, rising in volume the deeper I got. I finally gave her one hard, decisive shove, burying myself completely to the hilt, and forcing a loud gasp from her throat.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, big brother! Fuck meeeeee!"

I pulled slowly backwards until I was almost entirely out of her pussy, and then stabbed back in again with force. Another sharp gasp from Shruti. Another stab, another gasp. Soon I was thrusting away, over and over, and she was shamelessly moaning and wailing. I could feel the tight, velvety hot walls of her pussy sliding back and forth over my thick shaft, and a gentle, slick suction tugging on my sensitive head deep inside her.

Shruti began thrusting back forcefully to meet me on each stroke, which increased the depth of my penetration even further. Her thick butt cheeks were jiggling in a hypnotic figure-eight motion that nearly had me completely mesmerized. Time had no meaning as we continued our erotic jackhammering, back and forth, in and out, for uncountable minutes. I felt a building warmth deep in my loins that was slowly spreading to my extremities.

On a sudden whim, I reached one arm around her hip and down to her groin and began rapidly flicking her clit. Her moaning became even louder and much more urgent, and the heavy jiggling of her ass increased in frequency. Her guttural grunting told me that her teeth were tightly clenched, and I could see that the cords in her neck were as tense as a suspension bridge. I was in pretty much the exact same state, with my blood literally sizzling in my veins.

Then she reached one slender arm down between her legs, reaching all the way back to my swinging scrotum, and began to firmly squeeze my balls! My arousal, already about as high as it had ever been, jumped up several crazy notches! I lost all semblance of reason at that point, and just turned into a relentless fucking machine. I rammed and pumped and slammed her wet pussy as hard as I could. Spittle was flying out of my mouth and blood was ringing loudly in my ears. The warmth in my loins had turned into a white-hot flame consuming every single cell in my body.

My dick wanted to cum. My balls desperately wanted to cum. But what little consciousness I had left would not let them. I didn't want to blow my load until I had made my sister cum first. I took my finger off her clit and slid my hand forward to her chest. I grabbed one of her heavy breasts through the fabric of her cocktail dress and aggressively squeezed her nipple as hard as I could. She screamed in wild pleasure! Then I squeezed her other nipple. Another loud scream! Finally, I returned my fingers to her slick clit and squeezed it as hard as I could. That did the trick!

Shruti screamed in one loud, long, ear-piercing wail that shook the apartment walls! Her hips bucked fiercely, and her pussy violently clenched down on my cock like a bear trap while simultaneously releasing a huge, warm gush of moisture. The intense wetness and the crushing pressure were all it took to push me right over the edge. The white-hot flame turned into a massive explosion that made stars dance before my eyes as the room spun. I felt a huge, uncontrollable spasm as my cock began spurting jolt after jolt of my hot baby batter deep inside her womb. I must have spasmed eight or nine times before my soul finally rejoined my body.

Neither of us spoke or moved; we just stayed there jiggling a bit in the aftermath. Her with her elbows on the arm of the couch and me heavily leaning against her bare ass, one hand steadying myself on the back of the couch. Finally, after my heavy breathing returned almost to normal, I slowly started easing my softening cock out of her pussy.

"Oh!" she said with a start. "Oooo, that feels so good. Do it slower." I slowly continued to withdraw from her, watching her swollen pussy lips stretching outward as my shaft pulled itself gradually from her velvety grasp. At last, it came fully out with a slight, wet pop!

Shruti giggled breathlessly. "That kind of tickled on the way out!" She straightened up and arched her back, cracking her neck from side to side. She was smiling like an absolute idiot. "That was awesome, Karthik! You are a great fucker. I mean that in a good way, of course."

"Well, thank you," I said with a dirty grin. "I aim to please." I looked down at my cock. It was still more than half erect, dripping with our mixed juices. "How many of those oysters did you say you had?"

"Six." She looked at me with a sly, wicked smile. "One down. Hey, you got anything to drink in this bachelor dump?"

I considered the Thums Up. Nah, needed something stronger. "How about a Kingfisher?"

Soon we were sitting side by side on the beat-up old brown leather couch, each swigging from a cold bottle of beer. I had my arm casually draped around her bare shoulder. She was absentmindedly playing with my cock, lightly stroking it up and down. It felt like little electric shocks were coming from her manicured fingers, keeping me at a low but very constant level of arousal. Shruti hummed a little Bollywood tune to herself between swigs of her beer. Before long, both bottles were entirely empty.

She stood up and stretched her lithe body. "I'm ready for another round. How about you?"

I stood up too. "Yes, ma'am. Hey, are you ever going to take off that damn dress?"

She yanked the tight black dress up over her head and carelessly tossed it across the room, standing completely naked before me. She stepped close to me and slid her hands up and down my chest. "Hey, I have a crazy idea. Let's go into the bedroom. You do have a bed, right?"

"Yes, I do. And that's an excellent idea." I gestured with my head towards the hall.

She grabbed me by the dick and literally led me into the bedroom. Without letting go of my shaft, she looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I want to ride this big fella like a cowgirl. How does that sound to you?"

"Giddyapp!"

The bed was cluttered with dirty laundry and gaming magazines. I quickly flung them all onto the floor and propped up a couple of pillows near the headboard. Then I got into position on my back, with my head slightly elevated by the pillows and my legs spread wide. My cock was jutting straight up like a cruise missile, slightly bobbing with my beating pulse, fully ready for action.

Shruti crawled seductively up onto the bed and knelt right between my legs. She lowered her beautiful face to my cock head, and took the spongy bulb into her talented, warm mouth. I felt her wet tongue swirling around the rim like she was licking an ice cream cone. I almost wished she would get me off this way, but was mostly interested in spending much more time buried inside her sweet, sweet pussy.

With that amazing preliminary taken care of, Shruti knee-walked up toward my hips. I moved my legs together so she could fully straddle them. She held my thick shaft in her hand, and twisted back and forth a few times, making absolutely sure that I was at 100% rigid arousal. Then she lowered her hips a bit and slid my cock head up and down her dripping wet slit several times, making both of us moan loudly with intense pleasure. Finally, she pointed my arrow of love directly into the tight opening of her pussy, and slowly slid downward, completely impaling herself on my fleshy missile. She let out a beautiful little gasp of delight when I was all the way in.

My cock felt like it was in the warmest, tightest, snuggliest place it had ever been. I could feel a huge grin breaking out on my face. Shruti's eyes were closed tight and she looked as completely serene as I had ever seen her. Using her strong thighs, she began to raise and lower herself on my pole by just the merest inches, keeping most of my cock buried deep inside her as she slowly, deliberately fucked herself.

I could feel my heart rate gradually increasing and a slight, hot flushing in my neck. She began to lengthen her smooth stroke, with about half of my shaft going in and out of her hole, the rest buried full-time in her soft, moist pussy. She also started to speed up a little. My pulse quickened a bit more, and I felt a heavy bead of perspiration begin to form on my forehead. Eventually, her stroke lengthened further until she was almost popping off my cock entirely, with only the purple head remaining inside, before slamming her wet pussy back down to my crotch, over and over again. And she was going faster and faster with every single stroke.

By this time, my heart was pounding like a rabbit, and my vision was getting seriously blurred. I was flushed from my toes to my scalp, and could feel my entire body intensely vibrating with pleasure. I looked up at my sister. Her eyes were still closed, but she had the biggest, dirtiest smile on her face. Her heavy natural breasts were bouncing and jiggling in erotic arcs, and her long dark hair was flapping wildly up and down. At that moment, I thought she was the most sexually beautiful woman I had ever seen.

She opened her dark eyes and smiled down at me. I smiled back. As she continued ruthlessly riding up and down on my raging erection, she reached both arms forward and grabbed my nipples, sharply twisting and pinching them. The sudden sharp pain heightened my senses to the intense, throbbing pleasure in my cock. I reached up and grabbed both of her heavy boobs in my hands, aggressively squeezing them and rubbing them. She started moaning loudly, gasping for air, and fucking me all the harder.

The sexual pleasure was increasing by the absolute second, as she fucked me faster and faster and I aggressively bucked my hips, fucking back just as intensely. Her jaws were clenched tight and her eyes were screwed shut. We were both very, very close. My cock felt like it was about to physically explode.

Any second now, any second! Then I suddenly felt like I was falling off a cliff as my orgasm violently exploded and the world turned inside out! My hips bucked mightily as my hot cum blasted out of my cock and deep inside my sister's sweet, hot, soaking wet pussy. I think I actually lost consciousness briefly. The very next thing I knew, Shruti was lying heavily on my chest with her face buried in my neck, her sweaty boobs mashed flat against my pecs. I could feel a great, sticky, soaking wetness all over my crotch. My cock was still fully buried in her pussy. We were both breathing very, very heavily.

After a few long minutes of blissful, exhausted afterglow, our sweaty bodies began to relax. Shruti raised her head and looked down at me. She looked very beautiful and very, very happy. "Can we sleep a little now?" she asked softly. I just nodded.

She rolled off me onto the messy bed. I turned to face her, but she rolled the other way so that we were in a tight spooning position. I put one arm under her neck and wrapped the other around her waist. My softening dick was snugly nestled in the hot dog bun of her bare ass. Just as I felt myself happily drifting off to sleep, I heard her whisper, "I love you, Karthik."