Have some patience. Start fingering once you have read half the story. Do not hurry. You will miss the fun part.
Date – 11-Jan-2025
The phone buzzed softly on the nightstand, its screen lighting the dark room with a pale glow—another text. Shyam groaned, rolling over to grab it. He squinted at the bright display, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Surabhi’s name.
“Are you cheating on your girlfriend, Sneha?”
His stomach dropped. Adrenaline surged through him, sharp and electric, as he stared at the message. His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before typing back, “No.” Simple. Direct. Denial was always the best first move.
“Don’t lie.” came her immediate reply. “Until five minutes ago, you were sexting some random girl, right?”
Shyam froze. His throat tightened, and his grip on the phone turned white-knuckled. How the hell did she know? Panic bubbled up in his chest, but he forced himself to breathe, to think. Think. He typed, “How did you know?”
There was a pause – a long one. The kind of pause that made his skin crawl. Finally, his phone buzzed again.
“Because it was me.”
The words hit him like a sledgehammer. His mind raced, trying to piece together what she meant. And then it clicked. The texts from last night were the ones he thought were from some anonymous admirer. The ones that had spiralled into something so dark, so forbidden. That hadn’t been a stranger.
It had been her. His step-sister. Surabhi.
Two Nights Earlier
It had started innocently enough—or so he thought. A new number popped up on his phone late evening, just as he settled into bed.
“Hey,” the message read. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you today.”
Shyam smirked. He wasn’t one to turn down a little attention, especially when Sneha had been so distant lately. He replied, “Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?”
The response came quickly. “You. Me. Your hands on my body.”
That got his attention. He shifted slightly, feeling the faintest flicker of arousal. “Is that so? You don’t even know me.”
“Maybe not. But I want to.”
And then, without warning, the tone shifted. The messages grew bolder and hotter. She sent him a photo—nothing explicit, just a shadowed silhouette of her curves, enough to ignite his imagination. He felt his pulse quicken, his body responding despite the lingering guilt tugging at the edges of his mind.
“Tell me what you’d do to me,” she wrote.
He hesitated for only a moment before giving in. “I’d start by tying you up. Make sure you can’t move while I take what I want.”
Her response was immediate. “Mmm, yes. And then?”
“Then I’d make you beg for me. Until you’re trembling, desperate for me to touch you.”
The conversation escalated rapidly after that. They roleplayed scenarios, each more taboo than the last. Shyam found himself confessing things he’d never admitted to anyone. His fantasies, his desires, the darker parts of himself he usually kept locked away.
And she matched him, stroke for stroke, word for word. By the time they finally stopped, he was breathless, his sheets tangled around him, his body humming with satisfaction.
But now. Now, the memory twisted in his gut like a knife. Every word, every confession, every dirty detail—had been with Surabhi, his baby sister.
Back to the Present
“Why would you do that?” he typed, his hands trembling. “Surabhi, what the fuck?”
“It was supposed to be a prank,” she replied. “I thought it would be funny to mess with you. I didn’t expect.”
She trailed off, but he knew what she meant. She hadn’t expected how far they would go. Neither had he. His mind raced, replaying their conversation. The way he had described wanting to dominate her, to own her, to make her his.
The way she’d begged for it, she pleaded for him to control her. It had all felt so real, so vivid. And now. Now, those images wouldn’t leave his head.
“This is messed up, Surabhi,” he typed. “We can’t pretend this didn’t happen.”
“I know,” she replied. “But. I can’t stop thinking about it either.”
His breath caught. The words hung between them, heavy with implications neither dared to voice.
“What are you saying?” he asked slowly.
“I’m saying. Maybe we don’t have to pretend.”
Shyam’s heart pounded in his chest. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. But the memory of her teasing him, of her submission, of her whispered promises—it was intoxicating. And now, knowing it was her, knowing she wanted it too.
“Sneha’s out of town tonight,” he typed, his fingers moving almost of their own accord. “Come over.”
There was no hesitation in her reply. “On my way.”
The door opened quietly, and there she was. Surabhi stood in the doorway, her dark eyes wide, her lips slightly parted. She looked nervous, but there was something else in her expression—something hungry. Something that mirrored the ache in his chest.
“Hey,” she whispered.
“Hey,” he replied, barely recognizing his voice.
She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. They just stood there for a moment, staring at each other, the air thick with tension. Then, without a word, Shyam closed the distance between them, pulling her roughly against him.
His mouth muffled her gasp as he kissed her hard and demanding. His hands gripped her hips like he owned them.
She moaned into his mouth, her body melting against his. “Shyam.”
“You wanted this,” he growled, nipping at her lower lip. “You fucking begged for it.”
“I know,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Please.”
He spun her around, pinning her against the wall. Her breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You’re mine tonight,” he whispered. “Understand?”
She nodded shakily, eyes closing as he trailed kisses down her neck. “Yours.”
His hands slid down to her waist, then lower, gripping her ass possessively. “Good girl.”
Shyam’s hands moved with a purpose, sliding up Surabhi’s trembling thighs as he pressed her harder against the wall. His lips traced the curve of her jawline, teasing, taunting until she squirmed beneath him.
“I didn’t think.” she started, but his teeth grazed her earlobe, silencing her with a sharp bite. She whimpered, her head falling back against the wall as his hand slid between her legs. Her thin pyjamas did little to hide how wet she already was.
“You didn’t think I’d find out?” he teased, his fingers brushing over her throbbing core through the fabric. “Or you didn’t think I’d want this as much as you do?”
Surabhi let out a shaky moan, her body arching into his touch. “Bhaiya.” she breathed, her voice trembling.
He chuckled darkly, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her pants. “Careful, little sister. You’re sounding even better than you did over text.” His fingertips brushed against her slick entrance, and she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Do you like hearing me call you that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. “Bhaiya?”
His eyes darkened, his grip tightening on her hip. “Say it again.”
“Bhaiya.” she moaned, louder this time, her cheeks flushing as his fingers pushed inside her, slow and deliberate.
“Good girl,” he growled, his lips crashing against hers in a searing kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his fingers as they curled inside her, teasing her deepest spot. She clung to him, her moans swallowed by his kiss, her hips rocking against his hand.
“You’re so tight,” he muttered against her lips, his free hand sliding up to cup her breast through her shirt. “Is this what you wanted? Hmm? Me touching you like this?”
She nodded frantically, her eyes fluttering shut as he added another finger, stretching her, filling her. “Yes, yes.” she cried, her voice breaking as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.
“Then say it,” he demanded, his breath hot against her ear. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Bhaiya.” she gasped, her legs shaking as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her. “Only you.”
He smirked, slowing his movements just enough to drive her crazy. “And if I told you to call me Daddy instead?”
Her eyes flew open, startled, but the fire in his gaze kept her from looking away. “What.?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. “You heard me. Say it.”
She hesitated for only a moment before the words spilled from her lips. “Daddy.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he kissed her deeply, his fingers thrusting harder, faster until she was writhing against him. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Now come for me.”
It didn’t take much more. With one last stroke against her clit, she shattered, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. “Daddy!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the room as she clung to him, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin.
When she finally came down from her high, Shyam pulled his fingers from her, lifting them to his lips with a smirk. “Sweet,” he murmured, licking her essence from his fingers. “Just like I knew you’d be.”
Surabhi blushed furiously, her legs still weak as she leaned against the wall for support. “You’re such a tease,” she muttered, though the way she looked at him said she loved every second of it.
He laughed, pulling her into his arms. “And you love it.” He kissed her forehead gently, his tone softening. “You’re mine, Surabhi. No one else gets to see you like this.”
She nuzzled into his chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin. “And you’re mine,” she whispered.
He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Always.”
They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, before Shyam’s playful smirk returned. “You know,” he began, his fingers trailing down her spine, “if I’m your Daddy now, maybe I should fuck Mom too.”
Surabhi stiffened, her eyes narrowing as she slapped his chest. “Don’t you dare!” she hissed, her jealousy sparking like wildfire. “Am I not enough for you?”
He laughed, catching her wrist and pinning it above her head. “Jealous, are we?”
She pouted, her lower lip trembling. “I won’t let anyone share you,” she declared, her voice firm despite the flush creeping up her neck. “Especially not. her.”
Shyam raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Our bitch mom, huh?”
Surabhi nodded fiercely. “She’s always been the horny type. If she ever got her hands on you, I’d never get you back.”
He chuckled, releasing her wrist to cup her cheek. “You don’t have to worry about that,” he assured her, his thumb brushing over her lips. “You’re the only one I want.”
She smiled softly, leaning into his touch. “Promise?”
“Promise,” he murmured before capturing her lips in a tender kiss.
They both laughed as he pulled away, the tension melting into something lighter, more playful. But the hunger in his eyes never faded, and Surabhi knew this was far from over.
“Daddy,” she whispered again, testing the word on her tongue.
His grip tightened on her waist, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. “Keep saying that. I might ruin you for anyone else.”
Shyam’s lips trailed down Surabhi’s neck, his breath hot against her as she shivered in his arms. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging slightly into his flesh, grounding herself in the moment. The air was thick with desire, their shared secret binding them closer than ever.
“Bhaiya,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of affection and need.
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze dark and predatory. “What did I say about calling me that?” he growled, his fingers tightening around her wrist.
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as she corrected herself. “Daddy.”
The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk, satisfied. “Better. Now, tell me what you want.”
Surabhi hesitated for a moment, but something about it emboldened her, pushing her to speak.
“I. I want you to do more,” she admitted softly. Her eyes darted away before meeting his again. “I want you to take everything.”
Shyam’s brow arched, and his expression was a mix of surprise and delight. “Everything?” he repeated, his voice low and teasing. “You sure you can handle that, princess?”
She nodded, her breath catching as his hand slid down her side, stopping at the curve of her hip. His touch was possessive and commanding, sending a thrill through her body.
“Say it,” he demanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
“I want you to fuck me. there,” she whispered, her face burning with a mixture of shame and excitement. “In my ass.”
A slow, wicked grin spread across Shyam’s face. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured, “Such a dirty little girl, aren’t you? Begging your big brother to take you like that.”
Her pulse quickened at his words, the forbidden nature of their relationship only heightening her arousal. She clung to him, her body pressing against his as if seeking more of his warmth, his dominance.
“Please, Daddy,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “I need it.”
Shyam’s hands moved to her hips, turning her around until her back was pressed against his chest. His lips found the sensitive spot beneath her ear, nipping lightly before whispering, “Then you’ll get it. But first.”
His hand snaked around her waist, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. “Let’s make sure you’re ready for me.”
She gasped as his fingers grazed her wetness, her legs nearly buckling at the sensation. He chuckled darkly, his fingers working her slowly, teasingly, as he continued to nibble at her neck.
“You’re so wet for me already,” he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “But I need you dripping, baby. Can’t have you tearing apart because you couldn’t wait.”
“I-I won’t tear,” she stammered, her body arching against his hand. “I can take it.”
He tsked, pulling his fingers away abruptly. “Not yet, you can’t.” His free hand reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube
His other hand roamed over her body, pinching and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. She squirmed in his grasp, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as he worked her open.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he praised, his voice soft but firm. “Taking my fingers like this. you’re going to feel so good around me, princess.”
Surabhi whimpered, her head falling back against his shoulder as he added a second finger, stretching her further.
When he finally deemed her ready, he turned her around, guiding her to kneel on the bed. She obeyed without hesitation, her heart pounding as she felt him position himself behind her. His hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her back toward him.
“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “Begging for your brother’s cock. So filthy. I love it.”
She shuddered at his words, her fingers clutching the sheets as she waited for him to claim her. Then, with a slow, deliberate push, he entered her, inch by agonizing inch.
“Relax, baby,” he urged, his tone softening just enough to soothe her. “You’re taking me so well. Just like I knew you would.”
Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he stilled, allowing her a moment to adjust before beginning to move. His thrusts were slow and deep, each one eliciting a soft moan from her lips. She could feel every ridge, every vein of him, and it drove her wild.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this.”
She cried out as he picked up the pace, his rhythm becoming more urgent, more demanding. Her body rocked forward with each thrust, her hands scrambling to find purchase on the mattress.
“Tell me how much you love it,” he commanded, his voice rough with exertion. “Tell me how much you love your big brother fucking you like this.”
“I love it,” she whimpered, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. “I love it so much, Daddy.”
He growled, his thrusts growing harder, faster as if spurred on by her words. One hand left her hip, moving to her hair and tugging gently, forcing her to arch her back even more.
“Good girl,” he rasped, his breathing harsh. “Take it all. Every last inch.”
She could feel herself teetering on the edge, her entire body vibrating with tension. Just as she was about to fall over, he suddenly pulled out, leaving her gasping and desperate.
“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Confused but too far gone to protest, Surabhi obeyed, rolling onto her back and gazing up at him with wide, pleading eyes. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands sliding under her thighs and lifting them high.
“I’ve got another fantasy I’ve been dying to try,” he admitted, his lips curving into a wicked smile. “How about we test it out next time in the shower?”
As she opened her mouth to respond, he plunged back into her, cutting off her words with a cry of ecstasy. His name fell from her lips like a prayer, her body responding eagerly to his renewed assault.
And as the promise of their next encounter hung tantalizingly in the air, she realized she could never deny him anything.