Sister’s Love – Big Sister’s Caress

I’m Rony, 20 years old, studying in the first year of honours. Our family consists of Mom, Dad, me, and my elder sister Shreya. Shreya di is 22 or 23, two classes ahead of me in college. Her figure is like a living fantasy—36-23-38.

That day, Mom and Dad had gone to the city for work and would be away for two days. So it was just me and di at home. Our house is quite old. Di was cooking lunch in the kitchen, wearing a light blue kameez and salwar. Suddenly she called me, “Rony, come help me a little in the kitchen.”

I went straight away without saying anything. She said, “There’s oil in the pan—put the potatoes in carefully.” While trying to add them, my hand slipped and everything fell in at once. Hot oil splashed onto my hand and the skin immediately burned. I screamed, “Aah, di!”

Shreya di rushed over, her face full of panic. She grabbed my hand and said in a trembling voice, “Rony! What have you done? Is your hand completely burnt?” Without thinking further, she immediately held my hand under cold running water. The burning sensation eased a little. Then she applied some soothing ointment to the burnt skin—a cool shiver ran through my whole body. Taking a deep breath, she said, “Don’t do anything now. Just lie down. I’ll handle everything. As long as it doesn’t leave a scar…”

But I looked at her and said, “No di… I’ll stay with you. You don’t have to do everything alone.” She paused for a second, then smiled softly and said, “Okay, you don’t have to go anywhere. Just stand here.”

A little while later, I felt a strong urge to pee. I told her, “Di, I really need to use the bathroom,” and went. But as soon as I entered, I realized—with this burnt hand, even unzipping my pants was impossible, let alone taking it out with one hand. I tried once, but the pain stopped me. I came back holding it in.

Di turned from the gas stove, frowned and asked, “What happened? You didn’t go?” I stammered, voice shaking, “Actually… my hand…”

Before I could finish, a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. “Okay, come on. I’ll help you,” she said, walking slowly toward me.

I bit my lip in embarrassment. “No di, how can you…? No, no!”

But di didn’t stop. Laughing lightly, she said, “Arre fool! I’m your sister—have you forgotten? When you were little, you used to sleep naked on my chest.”

Hearing that, I went quiet. She took my good hand and pulled me back to the bathroom, led me in front of the toilet, bent down, unzipped my pants, slipped her hand inside, and slowly pulled out my already semi-hard cock. The moment her fingers touched it, it jumped and became fully erect.

In a low whisper she said, “Naughty boy… why is it so hard already…!”

I turned my face away in shame, but the heat in my cock and the rush in my body were impossible to control.

Somehow I finished peeing. After I was done, di held it gently, shook off the last drops, and even washed the tip. Her touch made it throb even more. Looking at it, she murmured, “Wow… at this age it’s already so big and thick?!”

Saying that, she pulled my pants all the way down in one motion. I said, “Di, what are you doing?” She replied, “Shhh… I’m just giving your cock what it wants.”

Then she removed my t-shirt too. Now I was completely naked—my cock standing straight and bouncing. Next, di lifted her own kameez, unhooked her bra, and let her full, pink, erect breasts spill out.

She slid her salwar down. When I saw her completely naked—her shaved, glistening pussy—my head spun. She looked at me with a teasing smile and said, “What? Your banana looks ready to enter the cave!”

I stood there silently, eyes darting between her face and her body. Understanding my condition, she said, “Your hand is hurt, no problem—I’ll do everything.”

She pushed me gently against the wall for support. My cock was throbbing hard. Di held it, rubbed the head against her wet slit, moaning softly, “Put it in, Rony… ahh… I can’t bear it anymore…”

With one strong push, she sank down fully onto me. I let out a loud “Aahhh…” Di started riding me like crazy—her breasts bouncing right in front of my face, her hips slamming against my waist with wet slaps. “Do it, Rony! Fill my hole with your cock!” she cried out.

Her pussy was so tight and hot—it felt like my cock was melting inside her. Her pace increased, and I felt my climax approaching fast. Panting, I said, “Di… I’m going to come!”

Suddenly she pulled off me, dropped to her knees, took my cock straight into her mouth and said, “Come in my mouth, Rony!” She sucked hard and fast. I couldn’t hold back—I groaned loudly “Aahhh…” and exploded, shooting everything down her throat. Di swallowed it all, then licked my tip clean with her tongue.

“Uff… your cum tastes amazing, Rony,” she said with a smile.

My legs were shaking; I had no strength left. Di held me, took me under the shower, and we bathed together in warm water. Her hands roamed gently over my body while I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation.

After the shower, she dried me with a towel and led me to the bedroom. “Lie down now, Rony. The burning in your hand will ease if you rest,” she said, tucking me into bed.

I closed my eyes, still feeling the heat of her pussy and the memory of her mouth on me. Di sat beside me, stroking my hair, and whispered, “This is our little secret, Rony. Never tell anyone.”

I nodded silently.

The End.