Valentine's with Twin Sister

I got back to our sprawling house in Jubilee Hills a little before midnight from my highly anticipated date with Shruti. As usual, I had put on all the romantic moves I knew, booking a fancy rooftop restaurant, bringing imported chocolates, but she firmly insisted she was waiting for marriage. Even on our one-year anniversary, which coincidentally fell right on Valentine's Day! I had thought for sure if I could finally get her into bed, it would be tonight, but there was absolutely no such luck. It was okay, honestly. I loved her and I figured I could survive without sex just fine for a while longer. Heading up the grand marble stairs of our duplex, I could see Ananya's bedroom light spilling out from under the door in the room directly across from mine. I was genuinely surprised because she was also supposed to be out on a lavish Valentine's date at a high-end club in Banjara Hills, and she usually stayed out much later because she almost always got laid on those nights. She liked to playfully push it in my face this past year ever since she found out Shruti didn't want to have sex before tying the knot. I didn't think too much of it as I walked past her door, heading straight into my attached bathroom to get ready for bed.

When I finally finished my nightly routine of washing my face and brushing my teeth, I nearly jumped right out of my skin. I pulled open the bathroom door and found Ananya standing just inches away in the dim hallway. She is my twin sister and only slightly shorter than my six-foot frame. Most guys in our college would aggressively describe her as "slim thick" with powerfully muscular thighs, a massive, curvy ass, and a perfectly flat tummy hidden just below huge, heavy breasts. To top it all off, she has the flawless face of a South Indian supermodel, with deep almond eyes and high cheekbones. Basically, she was my absolute dream girl in every physical way, unfortunately, she is also my sister. Shruti is very attractive, of course, but I could never replace my formative years growing up side-by-side with Ananya. "Hey Abhi," she said softly, her voice wavering as she sniffled. I could immediately tell she had been crying; her big eyes were bloodshot and her dark kajal was slightly smudged down her cheeks.

"What's wrong, sis?" I asked, my protective instincts kicking in. I pulled her into a warm hug and instantly felt her heavy, unyielding breasts press firmly against my chest as she wrapped her slender arms around my back, burying her face in my shoulder. "Rohit has been cheating on me," she sobbed into my shirt. "We were at dinner at that new pan-Asian place, and some girl he'd been seeing saw him with me and threw a completely full cocktail right in his face. When the dust settled and he finally admitted what was going on behind my back, I just left him there. I booked an Uber back home and I've been crying in my room ever since." "Oh, I'm so incredibly sorry to hear that, Ananya," I murmured, stroking her hair. "Rohit is a complete loser and you're miles better off without him, but I know it still hurts like hell for it to happen this way, especially tonight."

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked, pulling back just enough to look up at me pleadingly with those tear-filled eyes. "I'm feeling extra lonely since it's Valentine's Day and everyone else is out celebrating." How in the world was I supposed to tell my twin sister no when she looked so heartbroken? "Of course, sis. Go grab your phone and turn your room light off, I'll be right across the hall in my room." She nodded gratefully, sniffing once more, and we broke our embrace. I couldn't help but steal a lingering, guilt-ridden little glance at her perfectly shaped, bouncing ass as she walked across the hall into her bedroom before I turned and went back into mine. In my room, I flicked on the AC to fight the muggy Hyderabad night air and sat at my wooden desk to mindlessly check social media before Ananya got there. I heard her knock gently on the doorframe and chuckled to myself that she would knock even though the door was wide open and I had explicitly already invited her in.

I didn't bother turning around and just called out, telling her she could enter. A few moments later, I was done checking my feed and spun around in my swiveling desk chair to see Ananya already snuggled up deep under the comforter in my large bed. I stood up, and she immediately looked over at me. We briefly met eyes before I took my formal date shirt off, pulling it up over my head and tossing it aside. I could literally feel her heavy gaze watching my movements, but I tried my absolute best to ignore it. It's not exactly like we haven't seen each other slightly underdressed a time or two growing up in this house. I dropped my stiff formal trousers since I hadn't thought to change into nightwear before she arrived, and I utterly refused to try to sleep in tight slacks. I walked across the bedroom floor to grab my soft grey gym tracks off the corner chair, feeling like I could still feel Ananya's dark eyes tracing every inch of my body.

I take very good care of myself, lifting weights five days a week. I'm muscular and fit, but definitely not like a bloated steroid freak. I'm reasonably proud of my body, but I wasn't sure I've ever actually caught Ananya checking me out like this, just like I sincerely hoped she's never caught me checking her out when she walks around in tight yoga pants. I tried forcefully not to think about it as I pulled my comfortable shorts on and climbed into the bed beside her. Before I could even mutter a simple goodnight, Ananya backed her body up against mine and dragged my heavy arm around her soft waist. "Hold me tight so I don't feel lonely, Abhi," she said softly into the darkness. Once again, I couldn't deny her request, so I didn't say anything to object. I simply kissed her gently on the top of the back of her head, smelling the fragrant jasmine shampoo she used, and desperately tried to go to sleep. Unfortunately, my dick had entirely different plans for the evening.

I hadn't gotten laid with Shruti at the end of our date, and I hadn't ever even slightly considered cheating on her, so literally all my sexual action had been courtesy of my own right hand for the past twelve months. I had just gotten home from my best, most hyped-up chance at sex in a very long time, and Ananya had cornered me in the hallway before I could even think about jerking off in the shower to relieve the built-up tension. Now, I was trapped in my own bed with my absolute dream girl's big, incredibly sexy ass pressed all up against my crotch. I was actively using all of my available brain power to aggressively fight the impending boner, and I was far too focused on suppressing my body to actually fall asleep. Lying perfectly, rigidly still and pretending to be in a deep sleep seemed like my absolute best bet. I have no real idea exactly how long we were cuddling in the quiet dark before I heard the heavy, mechanical groan of the automatic garage door opening downstairs, signaling that Mom and Dad were finally home from their own Valentine's outing.

There was inherently nothing wrong with that; in our early twenties, I didn't think Mom and Dad ever bothered to check into our rooms when they got home late anymore. Plus, there's absolutely nothing wrong with a brother and sister innocently cuddling for comfort, right? Mom must've worn her heaviest block heels to their dinner date because I heard her drunkenly stomping up the marble staircase to their master bedroom mere moments later. She and Dad must have drunkenly assumed we could sleep through an earthquake, because they were distinctly not being quiet about the continuation of their Valentine's Day celebrations. Now might actually be the right time to mention that my twin sister definitively gets her stunning looks from our mother. They could almost pass as twins themselves and get mistakenly called sisters all the time at extended family functions. Mom has slightly bigger boobs, though they don't sit quite as impossibly high on her chest, but she's had two kids, so who can really blame her? And her ass is not quite as round and massive as Ananya's since she isn't as athletic, but still, they're both undeniably, smoking hot women who always secretly drove me wild during the confusing heights of my puberty.

Hearing my mother moaning loudly through the drywall and screaming my dad's name, which is, of course, exactly my name since I'm named Abhinav Junior after him, was severely threatening to break my fragile concentration and instantly give me the raging boner I had been so desperately fighting since cuddling up behind Ananya. Then, I sharply noticed Ananya was wide awake. She hadn't said a single word, but she was definitely moving. Wiggling subtly. Grinding her soft, heavy ass back onto my crotch. It was all way too much sensory overload, and I physically felt the tips of my ears burning hot in shame as I felt my erection rapidly growing, hardening, and pushing back unapologetically against Ananya's sexy ass. But Ananya kept going; it wasn't frantic, erratic grinding like you'd see at a dance club, but rather a slow, deliberate, and steady rubbing of her plush ass directly against my swelling dick. "Abhi, are you awake?" she whispered softly into the dark room. Now I had a very real, very dangerous choice to make.

Did I openly admit to being awake and having a rock-hard boner while listening to our parents actively fuck through the shared wall? Or did I casually admit to being awake, but act completely oblivious, like I didn't acutely realize I had a massive boner pressed all up against my twin sister's backside? Or, the ultimate safest option: just keep pretending to be dead asleep. Not entirely sure if it was incredibly cowardly or exactly the right thing to do to save our relationship, I chose to pretend to be asleep. It was pitch dark and I was positioned behind Ananya, so as long as I didn't physically move a muscle or say anything stupid, I didn't think she would ever catch me in the lie. So, I lay completely still with my arm still gently draped over her waist and tried my hardest to keep breathing in a steady, slow rhythm. Ananya actually seemed fooled because she didn't try to speak to me anymore, but she did start grinding her ass back on my erection with noticeably more pressure and intent.

It quickly got to the extreme point where I genuinely felt like I was going to get physically pushed off the edge of the mattress; it seemed pretty damn clear she was actively trying to wake me up with her body without having to resort to talking or poking me. Finally giving in, I made a deep, groggy grumbling noise in my throat, and she instantly froze against me. "Abhi?" "Hmm, what's going on?" I mumbled, faking sleepiness. "Oh good, you're finally awake." "Not really. What is it?" "Mom and Dad... just listen..." I didn't say anything for a long moment, letting the muffled sounds from next door fill the silence. "Are they having sex?" "Yeah, they got home a few minutes ago and they've been going at it like absolute animals!" "Ew, gross," I said quickly, desperately trying to cover up the glaring fact that listening to them hadn't already given me a throbbing erection. "I dunno, I actually think it's kind of sweet they still love each other so much after all these years. Plus, after leaving my date so early..." she trailed off softly without finishing the provocative sentence.

What exactly did she mean by that? Was my twin sister openly admitting to me that she was horny? She had playfully been teasing me about how much amazing sex she was having ever since she found out I wasn't having any sex with Shruti, but she had certainly never admitted something like this before. It was an entirely different, dangerous thing to admit to being actively horny in the current, highly charged moment. "After leaving your date early what?" I prompted cautiously. "You're my brother, I definitely shouldn't say it." "Oh." The dark room was completely filled with the rhythmic, mechanical whirring sound of my ceiling fan and the highly erratic, passionate sounds of our parents having sex next door. Ananya and I were still tightly cuddled together, and I could feel her chest rising and falling as she was breathing heavy. She could probably feel my chest heaving and me breathing heavy too; plus, she could absolutely still feel my rigid erection poked firmly against her soft ass. There was simply no physical way for me to gracefully shift it without calling even more obvious attention to it.

"Abhi." "Yeah?" "I'm really, really horny." Oh wow, she actually just came out and said it. "I uh, " "I can easily feel that you are too. Don't even try to lie to me. Shruti didn't put out tonight either, did she?" "No," I admitted, defeated. "What if?" she whispered. I carefully propped myself up on my elbow to look down at Ananya in the darkened room. "What exactly do you mean 'what if?'" Even in the very dim light, I could easily tell that her cheeks were blushing red, but she bravely rolled onto her back and turned her head on the pillow to look up at my face. When her arm naturally shifted down to her side in the narrow space between our bodies, she deliberately didn't rest it on the mattress; instead, she rested her warm hand directly on top of my straining dick through my shorts. "What if we just helped each other out a little bit tonight?"

"Like... masturbating together?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly. She nodded slowly in the dark. "I wore a very expensive, matching set of bra and panties on my date tonight and I never took it off. It's still right under my PJs. We could turn the bedside lights on low and just watch each other. You know. I know you think I'm hot, Abhi, you secretly check me out all the time." "And do you think I'm hot?" I countered defensively. "Of course I do, you dummy. You're built like a South Indian movie star with all those defined muscles, and I don't usually catch you with random boners, but based entirely on how huge it felt pressed against my ass... I really want to see it." "Did you get totally drunk tonight after your date blew up?" I asked in disbelief. "What?!" "You're talking absolute crazy talk. You almost never give me genuine compliments and now you're boldly telling me you want me to see you in your sexy underwear and you want us to literally masturbate together! That sounds exactly like something only a very drunk Ananya would ever say!"

She huffed indignantly, puffed out her cheeks, and forcefully rolled right out of my bed. She marched over and aggressively turned the main bedroom light on all the way, not low and moody like she originally suggested, and completely blinded us both with the sudden glare. "Do I seriously look drunk to you?" she hissed at me venomously as I blinked over and over, shielding my eyes and trying to quickly get used to the sudden bright light. When my eyes could finally focus again, I looked up and saw Ananya standing defiantly beside my bed. Her arms were tightly folded across her chest, her eyes still a little bloodshot from her earlier crying fit, but technically, eyes could easily get bloodshot from heavy drinking too. I had honestly only seen her truly drunk a few rare times; we didn't really hang out with the exact same crowds in college and we definitely didn't get drunk at home with Mom and Dad around, so I really couldn't say for sure if she "looked" drunk. So, I just shrugged my shoulders at her. "I dunno."

Ever the natural athlete, Ananya sharply turned away from me and flawlessly flipped her entire body over into a perfect, balanced handstand. "If I was drunk, could I possibly do this?" she asked smugly, still casually balancing her entire body weight on her hands. I was far too distracted by aggressively staring to even formulate an answer. Her loose, oversized pajama shirt had completely fallen down with gravity and was now covering her face instead of her torso. She was wearing a stunning, lacy red bra beautifully covered in tiny stitched X's and O's. One noticeably larger X pattern perfectly covered her right nipple, and one larger O pattern circled exactly around her left nipple. The incredibly sheer mesh material inside the circular O was doing very little to stop me from clearly seeing her cute, dark pink, and diamond-hard nipple pressed painfully tight against the delicate sheer fabric. She gracefully flipped herself back to her feet, landing perfectly, and put her hands squarely on her curvy hips.

"Well, do I look drunk to you now? I explicitly told you, I'm just really horny and I'm very lonely since it's Valentine's Day and I humiliatingly got cheated on. So I'm really just not wanting to be completely alone tonight. But after hearing Mom and Dad aggressively fuck like that, I really, really need to cum. And it would be super weird if I did it all alone in here with you just watching, and you didn't do it with me. So I desperately need you to do it too. I know for a fact you have a massive boner, so you need to cum too. Just quit playing around, Abhi. We don't have to tell a single soul about this, it will strictly just be a one-time thing." "Okay, okay, slow down and please just breathe," I pleaded. "And probably try to keep your voice down. I know Mom and Dad are loudly going at it over there, but they still might hear us if we get too loud. I admit you don't seem drunk at all, but come on, you're my sister. I'm literally your twin brother! This is completely crazy!"

She stared intensely right into my eyes and brazenly started unbuttoning her pajama shirt as she confidently spoke. "Fine. I'm going to get completely out of my pajamas and I'm going to sit right in your desk chair facing the bed. I'm going to thoroughly masturbate until my clit practically falls off, and if you can somehow magically resist the urge to masturbate while actively watching me do it, then so be it." She slowly, seductively slid her unbuttoned shirt off her smooth shoulders and let it fall uselessly to the floor. "I'll just go back to bed and face the wall, why do you think I would inevitably watch you?" I asked defensively as she purposefully walked towards my swiveling desk chair. With her back still seductively facing me, she bent double at her slim waist and brought her pajama shorts all the way down in one flawlessly smooth motion. Her tiny panties were perfectly matching the bra, just like she had said.

They were lacy, vivid red, and doing a very respectable job of covering her big, round ass without looking anything like boring granny panties, and they were beautifully covered in the exact same little stitched X's and O's. She slowly rubbed her soft hands upward along the sides of her muscular thighs as she stood back up straight and casually stepped out of her pooled pajama shorts. She had a distinctly cheeky, knowing grin on her flawless face as she turned around to fully face me. "Because your eyes are literally bulging right out of your head, Abhi, and you haven't taken them off of my body for a single second since I turned the bright light on, even before I was standing here just in my bra and panties." Shit, she absolutely had me there. She gracefully sat down in the chair and boldly spread her long legs wide open. I could instantly see the dark, damp wet spot forming on the crotch of her red panties; she really was incredibly horny. As far as I knew, she hadn't even been touching herself yet.

God damn, she was undeniably sexy. She continued to stare deeply into my eyes as she slowly put both her hands on her own chest and started sensually massaging her heavy breasts, pushing them up and together. She gently, teasingly pinched her own hardened nipples through the red lace and forcefully bit her bottom lip to stifle a rising moan. Leaning far back in my desk chair, she slowly rubbed her right hand down over her smooth, flat tummy and started firmly rubbing the growing wet spot right on her sheer panties. "Fuck, Ananya. This is so incredibly hot, but you're still my twin sister!" I groaned in agony. "Am I a terrible, bad sister for wanting to masturbate while my own brother watches me?" she teased wickedly. "I mean, not bad, but like... it's really weird." "Am I a really bad sister if I politely ask my brother to sit right on the edge of the bed without the covers over his lap, just so I can clearly see his muscular body and his massive dick print tenting through his shorts?"

"Well, maybe in that specific case, yeah," I breathed out, but my weak, traitorous body was already moving completely on its own to do exactly as she had commanded. I was very soon sitting completely upright on the edge of the mattress, my muscular torso proudly on display for her, and my raging dick forming a very obvious, undeniable tent in the soft fabric of my gym shorts. Ananya moaned softly, a wet, throaty sound, even though I could easily tell she was trying hard to be quiet so our parents wouldn't hear. Her right hand was now fully slipped inside her red panties, aggressively rubbing in a tight, circular motion directly on her swollen clit. It was actively taking absolutely all of my remaining willpower to forcefully stop myself from violently ripping off my shorts and immediately joining my sister in this forbidden mutual masturbation. Still roughly tweaking her left nipple with her free hand, she pulled her wet right hand out of her soaked panties and slowly sucked the juices off her middle finger, maintaining intense eye contact.

When she purposefully put her wet hand back down into her panties, she leaned back even farther in the chair and I could clearly tell from the angle of her wrist that she was now sliding her long finger deep into her dripping pussy. My cock aggressively jumped in my shorts, seemingly deeply jealous of her invading finger. I was completely mesmerized by the rhythmic, in-and-out motion of her hand, barely hidden by the thin strip of her lacy red panties. I couldn't physically see her actual pussy lips, but I could vividly tell her finger was slowly sliding all the way in and out of her slick depths. I just couldn't hold out any longer. I abruptly stood up from the bed and aggressively shoved my gym tracks and boxers straight down to the floor. My massive dick immediately sprang out into the cool air like a drawn arrow hitting its target, and pointed straight and true directly at my sister's face. She moaned loudly again at the sight and bit her lip hard, desperately trying to stifle herself.

I slowly walked towards her, and her dark eyes widened in sheer awe, the hand buried inside her panties instantly moving much faster in response. I stepped slightly to the side to reach the desk and quickly opened a drawer to frantically pull out my bottle of lotion, but right before I could even get the cap open, Ananya reached out and stopped me. "Let me do it." I looked down at her; she was still rapidly fingering herself in my desk chair, her eyes practically pleading with me. "Do what, exactly?" I breathed. "Let me properly lube it for you. Don't use that cheap lotion, please let me do it." "What are you going to possibly use instead of the lotion?" She firmly pulled my arm so my body was facing her directly and boldly grabbed the thick shaft of my cock in her soft hand. Throwing away any last remnants of sisterly shyness, she forcefully pulled me closer to the chair and leaned forward hungrily until her soft mouth met the tip of my dick.

She delicately kissed the sensitive tip and then eagerly sucked it deep into her hot mouth. "Oh fuck, Ananya. This is way, way different than just masturbating together from across the room." Her only immediate response was to groan deep in her throat and suck my thick dick even deeper into her warm, incredibly wet mouth. She impressively took me all the way down to the hairy base, only gagging audibly once despite the glaring fact that I could physically feel myself hit the very back of her throat. She skillfully bobbed her head front to back along my shaft a few times, coating me entirely, before finally letting go with a wet pop and leaning back heavily in the chair. "There you go, nice and fully lubed up. See? No different than just masturbating together," she cheekily winked at me, watching closely as I began to firmly stroke my own dick, wonderfully lubed with her hot saliva. It honestly wasn't quite as slick as lotion, but it would more than do for right now.

I started my strokes agonizingly slow, but intensely watching my own twin sister masturbate herself directly in front of me was far too much erotic stimuli to mentally handle, and very soon I aggressively accelerated my pumping pace. Ananya's dark eyes were greedily traveling up and down my muscular body. She was seemingly thoroughly enjoying watching my hand stroke myself, then checking out my tight abs and broad chest, and then briefly meeting my eyes before looking right back down to focus on my pumping dick. Her fingering pace rapidly accelerated to perfectly match mine, and in the quiet room, I could clearly hear just how incredibly wet and sloppy her pussy was. Intently listening to her wet pussy loudly gush in perfect time with my own slapping strokes was rapidly pushing me to the absolute edge, and I almost frantically warned her I was going to cum. But then I suddenly felt my dick getting painfully dry, and aggressively stroking it was quickly becoming very uncomfortable. "Aw damn it, I rubbed off all your spit. I'm completely dry."

"Well, we certainly can't have you chafing. I've got something much better, just go lay down on your back." she instructed breathlessly while finally pulling her dripping wet hand completely out of her red panties and standing up from the chair. I obediently laid down flat on the bed as instructed, far too far gone in lust to even question what incredible thing was coming next. When I eagerly looked over at Ananya, she was walking slowly towards the edge of the bed and her red panties were completely gone. She gracefully climbed up onto the soft mattress and confidently straddled my waist. Her dripping wet pussy was hovering extremely close to my upright dick. "Ananya, wai, " I started, but she instantly cut me off by roughly sticking her juice-soaked middle finger straight into my mouth. My mouth immediately filled with saliva the exact same Pavlovian way it does when I taste incredibly delicious food. This time it obviously wasn't biryani that caused it, but the overwhelming, musky taste of my own sister's slick pussy juices.

I eagerly began aggressively sucking on her fingers, desperately trying to taste every single musky drop. As I was eagerly sucking on her hand, she slowly, deliberately lowered her hips down onto my thick dick. We moaned loudly in perfect unison as she got the broad tip to pop in and then she had to visibly pause to get her tight body used to my girth. I had thoroughly cleaned off her fingers with my tongue by now, and I let go of her hand so she could use both her hands flat on my chest to steady her trembling body. We locked eyes intensely once again as she agonizingly, slowly lowered herself inch by excruciating inch down the full length of my rigid cock. By the time she finally got down to the base and we were flush, her thick thighs were quivering uncontrollably, and I could easily tell she was having a sharp, small orgasm just from the extreme stretching of the insertion. When her trembling legs finally stilled, I looked up at her and finally said, "Well, this is definitively not just mutual masturbation anymore, sis."

"No, no, it totally still is. I'm just gonna get off quickly once I catch my breath. My thick pussy juice will be way better, longer-lasting lube than my saliva was." "Oh, really? And the glaring fact that you literally just came all over your own brother's dick doesn't drastically change anything about this?" "That was honestly just bad timing on my part. When you abruptly ran out of spit lube, I was already teetering right on the edge, so that deep stretch just pushed me right over. I'm definitively not satisfied yet, so I'm going to just go back to my fingers like we were doing before." She adamantly didn't move a single muscle to get off my lap for what felt like a very, very long time. We just silently stared at each other in the dim light, our naked bodies intimately connected in the absolute most forbidden, profound way possible. Finally, she broke the spell, leaning far forward so her giant, soft breasts pressed heavily against my chest as she began awkwardly crawling forward to pull herself up and off of my buried dick.

At the very last possible moment, with only the sensitive tip of my cock left inside her wet entrance, I firmly grabbed her wide hips to forcefully stop her retreat. "Are your tiny fingers really going to be enough to satisfy you after I've stretched you out so deep like this?" I challenged her softly. She looked down at my face incredibly intensely, looking exactly like she was fighting a massive, internal mental battle over this monumental decision. She knew exactly what forbidden thing I was offering her, and she knew for a fact if she didn't get off my dick right now, our sibling relationship would never, ever be the same again. We both knew this would be going way, way too far. We both knew we desperately wanted to go too far. She violently pushed her hips backwards without uttering a single word. Taking my thick dick much deeper once again. I forcefully pulled on her wide hips to help her along the slide, and she sat back up straight to take my entire length to the base once again. We froze again briefly, the reality crashing down, realizing we were fully in this all the way.

Then, all absolute hell broke loose. Ananya aggressively started moving her hips front to back, brutally pushing my hard dick repeatedly against her swollen g-spot and roughly rubbing her engorged clit against my pelvic bone. All I could physically do to help was hold tightly onto her thrashing hips to keep her from accidentally throwing her wild body entirely off of my dick. She kept relentlessly riding me hard and incredibly fast, like she was deathly afraid I would magically disappear into thin air before she could cum again. Of course, I wasn't going anywhere, and as unbelievably sexy as watching my sister ride me was, the awkward angle wasn't really doing that much pure physical stimulation for me, so I was in absolutely no danger of accidentally cumming early. I generously let her keep going wild for as long as she needed until finally, her entire body started violently shaking again. Not just her thick legs quivering slightly like before, but her full, naked body shaking uncontrollably. She practically collapsed to the side, falling heavily off of my lap and almost tumbling off of the mattress entirely if I hadn't been securely holding her slim waist perfectly still.

I quickly rolled onto my broad shoulders to check on her and actually saw the tail end of her violently squirting. It was just one final, clear spray through the air, but I could easily tell by the sheer amount of wetness trailing heavily from my own torso and pooling across the bedsheets leading straight to her soaked pussy that she must've shot several huge bursts. She was breathing incredibly heavily, her chest heaving, and her limbs twitching sporadically as I intently watched her recover. Finally, her dark eyes refocused in the dim room and she looked at me with a wickedly naughty, satisfied smile. "Well, I guess it's time to go to bed now, Abhi." "Oh no, it most certainly is not. You're absolutely not getting away from me that easy. Just look at me." I roughly grabbed the wet base of my still rock-hard cock and shook it around in the air to draw her immediate attention to it prominently glistening in her own thick pussy juice. "Your wild riding was undeniably sexy, sis, but I am not even remotely close to cumming yet."

"That honestly seems like a strictly 'you' problem," she bratily teased. She wants to cum all over my body like that and then just go right back to being a dismissive brat? After she aggressively started all this madness in the first place? Oh absolutely no, that wasn't going to fly tonight. I quickly got up onto my knees on the messy bed, grabbed her forcefully underneath her slick knees, and aggressively pulled her close to me. I let her stay comfortably lying on her side, but I lifted and held one of her heavy legs tight to my own torso and used my free hand to expertly line up my dick head and her gaping pussy once again. With one incredibly smooth, powerful motion of my hips, I was buried all the way back inside my twin sister, but this time, I had the perfect leverage to really move. I thrust in agonizingly slowly all the way to the hairy base, feeling my heavy balls slap wetly against her ass gently. Then I deliberately pulled almost all the way out, just to the very tip. Slowly.

"I'm going to mercilessly make you cum again and again before I even consider cumming myself. You're going to be totally addicted to your own brother's dick when I'm finally done with you." I ground out, slowly pushing my rigid length in bit by bit with each spoken word, and then maliciously pulling all the way out to the tip all at once. Thrusting in completely all the way to the base, and then pulling out agonizingly slowly. Endlessly teasing her. I could feel her tight, soaked pussy aggressively squeezing me, instinctively trying to pull me deeper inside, trying to coax the hot cum right out of my heavy balls and into her womb. She was desperately covering her open mouth with both her hands, but I could still clearly hear her moaning loudly into her palms. I kept going relentlessly, establishing a slow and incredibly steady rhythm, mixed randomly with deep, quick jabs when she wasn't expecting them. Her incredibly fit body was getting visibly more and more tense with every single calculated movement of my hips.

Then, I brutally pushed all the way to the base and wrapped my muscular arm around her lifted leg even tighter so she absolutely couldn't escape my hold. I used my slippery free hand to find and rub her swollen clit. I rubbed her very quickly and firmly, but just gently enough to not physically hurt the oversensitive nub. The overwhelming dual sensation paired with having her dripping pussy stretched completely full of my dick was far too much for her to bear. She started frantically scrambling on the sheets, her arms and legs wildly flailing like that terrifying moment of panic right before falling asleep where you feel like you're literally falling off a cliff. But I held her incredibly tight and powerfully pushed her right through the climax. Finally, she managed to blindly grab a soft bed pillow and firmly held it over her entire face. I could distinctly hear her violently muffled, high-pitched scream as her whole athletic body shook violently once more, and I felt her hot, copious juices squirting all over my sweaty torso once again.

I mercifully stopped rubbing her highly sensitive clit and carefully placed her trembling leg gently down on the messy bed beside the other one. Then, without ever pulling my dick out of her, I forcefully grabbed her hips, lifted, and smoothly rotated her entirely at her slim waist so she was suddenly face down, ass totally up in the air. Her shaky knees were far too weak to properly support her weight, so her stomach was flat on the bed and her incredibly thick thighs were tightly squeezing the portion of my wet shaft which had slid out during the abrupt shifting. Ananya was still face down in the suffocating pillow and even seemed to be desperately holding her muscular legs tightly together, as if to physically stop me from taking her vulnerable ass from behind. But I intimately knew my sister, and she would absolutely stop me verbally if she really wanted to stop. And she knew me well enough to trust I would never push her beyond what she could actually handle. Her little resistant brat attitude was just playfully pushing and teasing me, because this absolute domination is exactly what she wanted: to be ruthlessly fucked.

I was going to completely fuck her cheating ex right out of her pretty head and permanently fix her Valentine's Day sadness. I reached forward over her back and finally unhooked the clasp of her red lacy bra. I wouldn't get to see much of her amazing boobs in this specific position, but I fully wanted to see them bare when we inevitably shifted positions again. Then, I grabbed Ananya, my own twin sister, by her narrow waist once again and forcefully lifted her hips slightly higher off the mattress. At this perfect downward angle, her squeezed legs absolutely couldn't stop me from getting incredibly deep into her slick pussy, and of course, I had enough length that her massive, round ass wasn't going to stop me either. It was officially time for round three. I was deliberately much rougher this time. I couldn't physically reach her clit from back here, so I just relentlessly drilled her from behind, going incredibly hard and incredibly fast. I was tightly holding her wide hips and actually picking her lower body up off the mattress each time I pulled out, just so I could violently slam us both down that much harder into the bed each time I thrust deep into her glorious, soaked pussy.

It had honestly been so very long since I had actual sex that I knew my stamina couldn't possibly go on as long as I desperately wanted it to. I had to be incredibly strategic about my pacing. I had my grand final move fully planned out, but I desperately needed to hold my load in for now and just intensely focus on getting her right close to the precipitous edge one last time. I mentally thought about boring cricket matches, about my dull college engineering classes, about playing repetitive video games, and modifying cool cars. I essentially became a mindless, thrusting machine, aggressively fucking her without any romantic feelings and completely dissociated from the extreme pleasure just to forcefully keep myself from prematurely filling my sister's womb with my cum. Oh, I was definitely going to fill her tight belly with cum, but certainly not like this. Not brutally from behind like a mindless beast. No, no, I was determined to make my twin sister fall all the way, hopelessly in love with me tonight.

Seconds stretched agonizingly to minutes, which literally felt like long hours. I could clearly see thick strands of drool on my white pillowcase from where Ananya was still desperately using it to muffle her animalistic screams so our parents wouldn't hear us over their own noise. We could only really hope they were far too busy loudly fucking next door to not hear the constant, wet slapping of our naked bodies colliding together. Finally, the pressure built up so high I knew I physically couldn't hold it much longer. I abruptly pulled entirely out of her, and Ananya violently whipped her head around to look at me, looking exactly like an angry addict who just got her needle snatched away. Before she could even begin to voice her loud complaint, I roughly rolled her completely over onto her back and powerfully lifted her heavy legs up, pushing her knees to be right beside her head. Her dark eyes opened incredibly wide in shock, and she frantically tried to scream and desperately whisper at the exact same time.

"Abhi no, no, no, you can't do this Abhi, oh no, please don't do this Abhi, you're really going to make me completely lose it. I absolutely won't be able to keep the noise down like this Abhi, please no, Mom and Dad will hear me for sure if you fuck me deep like this. Oh God, oh God, oh God." She weakly put her hands right between her spread legs as if to push my body away, but entirely rolled up in this exposing position, she honestly couldn't do a single thing to stop my advance. I perfectly lined up my twitching dick with her swollen, incredibly shiny pussy lips and dramatically paused. Even as she frantically pleaded verbally for me to stop, Ananya emphatically nodded her head up and down, silently begging me to actually continue. I nodded back firmly in understanding and powerfully thrust my entire length deep into my sister's core once more. She immediately stopped uselessly trying to push me away and slapped both her hands tightly onto her own mouth once again to silence her wails.

I started deeply fucking her in incredibly long, agonizingly slow strokes again, and I looked down at her breathtakingly beautiful face to see real tears of sheer pleasure welling up in her dark eyes. She was really, truly going to explode in this incredibly deep position, and the overwhelming friction meant I was definitely going to as well. I finally let go of holding her legs with my arms and heavily leaned my upper body down flat on top of her. Propping my weight up securely with my elbows on either side of her head, I kept relentlessly thrusting my hips, bottoming out and hitting her deepest, most sensitive place with each powerful collision. "I love you, Ananya," I gasped out between wet thrusts, desperately trying to regulate my ragged breathing. She was breathing incredibly heavily and moaning loudly through the cracks of her fingers, but I think by now we both inherently knew Mom and Dad would either awkwardly catch us, or just willfully pretend like this incestuous act wasn't happening so we didn't make their Valentine's Day extremely weird.

So finally, throwing caution to the wind, she completely moved her hands away from her face and moaned out loudly, "I love you too, Abhi." In that exact, perfect moment, with her hands totally out of the way, I leaned down and deeply kissed my twin sister. Not like a platonic brother and sister normally kiss on the cheek, but exactly how passionate, desperate lovers kiss. Because she undeniably was my lover now. I honestly don't know if it was supposed twin telepathy or just regular, overpowering love, but I could clearly tell in my soul we wouldn't ever be going back to being regular siblings after this night. She greedily kissed me back with tongue, and suddenly all was perfectly right in the world. I forcefully thrust my hips forward one last, impossibly deep time, and she completely wrapped her muscular legs tightly around my waist to lock me in as I finally, violently exploded deep inside my sister's womb. Thick, incredibly hot rope after rope shot directly into her deepest place, filling her up. Her body was violently shaking and convulsing beneath mine as we climaxed and orgasmed in perfect, beautiful sync.

We stayed tangled exactly like that for a very long time after our massive orgasms had finally subsided, endlessly kissing as if we desperately needed to do so just for oxygen. Eventually, we reached a tired, mutual decision that it was finally time to stop aggressively making out and actually try to go to sleep. I groggily pushed myself up to my shaky knees and pulled my softening dick out incredibly slowly. My cock was still extremely sensitive and throbbing from the absolute best orgasm I had ever experienced in my entire life. Her gaping pussy let out a thick, white fountain of my cum onto the sheets once I was no longer physically plugging it closed, and I watched in sheer awe as my sister casually reached down and scooped my own cum right back inside of herself. My dick even stirred a little bit, twitching as I watched her sensually lick the rest of my sticky cum clean off her own fingers, but I logically knew there would be plenty more time for that later. Hopefully first thing in the morning.

I exhausted collapsed heavily onto the messy bed beside her, and she immediately rolled one of her thick legs intimately over mine, facing me in the dark while I peacefully looked up at the ceiling. The bedroom was completely quiet again. It was just the hum of the ceiling fan; absolutely nothing coming from the master bedroom next door. I honestly wasn't sure if that sudden silence was good or bad. Maybe Mom and Dad had simply passed out and were thoroughly drunk enough to not have heard our screams at all. That definitely felt like very wishful thinking, but honestly, in that afterglow, I truly didn't care about the consequences. I had just slept with my absolute dream girl. I was floating entirely on top of the world. Ananya's deep breathing finally slowed down into a steady rhythm, and I looked over to affectionately see her fast asleep. I lazily found my phone on the wooden bedside table and used the app to turn off the smart light bulb in the lamp Ananya had aggressively turned on back before our lives fundamentally changed forever.

I miraculously managed to grab the loose bedsheet with my toes and drag it up; luckily, it wasn't too cold in Hyderabad tonight because I couldn't have easily grabbed the heavy comforter without having to physically push her comfortable leg entirely off of my body. I absolutely didn't want to disturb her deep, peaceful sleep for the world. Covered nicely and totally comfortable with Ananya's heavy leg resting warmly on me, I suddenly realized I hadn't even fully taken her amazing tits out of her lingerie when I roughly rolled her onto her back. I had hurriedly unstrapped her red bra, but the cups had simply rested on her chest since she was lying flat on her back. Damn, I would absolutely need to remedy that severe oversight first thing in the morning. I blindly found Ananya's soft hand down by her side resting on the mattress and grabbed it incredibly gently. Lacing our fingers tightly together in the dark was the very last thing I remember doing before a deep, exhausted sleep finally took over my body.