The Cold Night My Brother Became My Lover

My name is Pinky Sharma. I am 19 years old, simple and unassuming, but possess a captivating beauty. My fair complexion, ruby red lips, alluring gait, prominent vulva, medium-sized breasts, and slender waist could drive anyone mad. Little did I know that one day, my own brother would become obsessed with me and violate my innocence. Today, I’m sharing my story on Nonveg Stories dot com.

I live in Udaipur. My brother recently arrived from Delhi, where he studies. He is three years older than me. We are both open-minded individuals, more like friends than siblings. Our parents, both employed by Indian Airlines, are rarely at home due to their demanding jobs. This often leaves me feeling lonely.

Yesterday evening, after dinner, my brother and I went to bed. Mother accidentally took the key to her trunk (a large suitcase) with her, which contained our blankets and sheets. Only one blanket was left outside for me, and my brother, having just arrived, used it.

Around ten o’clock that night, I started reading stories on Nonveg Stories dot com. A particularly captivating story titled “My Mother-in-Law Violated Me on My Wedding Night” made me crave intimacy. As usual, I masturbated while reading, but this particular story was so explicit that it ignited a fire within me. I removed my top and bra, eager to stimulate myself further. While stroking my breasts and fingering my vagina, I felt my arousal subside, and I drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, my brother entered my room and slipped under the blanket with me, saying he wanted to share the warmth because it was chilly. I felt a surge of anxiety as I realized I was naked underneath. There was no way out now. He placed his hand on my back, and then noticed I wasn’t wearing any clothes. He gently stroked me, and I stiffened up. He moved his hand directly to my breasts and held them there, refusing to let go.

I tried to pull his hand away, but he shifted it to my chest and began pressing firmly. My body tingled with desire, and soon I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I spread my legs and removed my panties. He started caressing my vulva, and moans escaped my lips. He leaned in and kissed my lips, his tongue exploring my mouth. I reciprocated, thrusting my tongue into his.

He was consumed by passion. He grabbed my breasts, kissed them passionately, and then sucked on my nipples. I felt myself losing control. My body vibrated with pleasure, a current coursing through me. He climbed on top of me, his tongue tracing its way down to my vagina, where he began teasing it with his tongue. I was overwhelmed by desire, unable to think straight.

He pulled the blanket away and spread my legs apart, rubbing his erect penis against my vulva before thrusting inside. I gasped, clutching the pillow as I bit my lips in pleasure. His touch sent shivers down my spine. He continued to move inside me, and I responded by helping him, moaning with each thrust.

It felt like our bodies had become one. His penis moved in and out of me rhythmically, filling me completely. We were both lost in the moment, driven by a shared desire. When he would kiss me, I would kiss him back. When he would pull away, I would pull away too.

For about an hour, we made love. Finally, exhausted, we collapsed together under the blanket. Since then, he has violated me eight times. He keeps calling me, saying he wants to “open my ass” today. Whatever happens, I’ll tell you tomorrow. Now, I have to go.