My name is Rahul. I am 24 years old and live in Delhi. I work in a private bank. My cousin sister Ananya is 26. She is my mama’s daughter. We grew up meeting every summer and during family functions, but for the last three years she had been living in Pune for her job. Last month she got transferred to Delhi and started staying with us temporarily until she found her own flat.
Ananya is fair with a soft glow. She has long black hair which she often keeps open. Her body is soft and full – heavy round breasts, slim waist, wide hips and a big, firm ass that looks amazing in jeans or tight kurtis. She has a bright smile and a habit of touching my arm while talking. Ever since she came to stay, I have been finding it hard to control myself.
My parents treat her like their own daughter. She calls me “Rahul” freely and we talk late into the night sometimes. She wears short nighties at home. The first week I saw her coming out of the bathroom in a thin towel more than once. My cock used to get hard immediately.
One Saturday my parents had gone to Haridwar for two days for a pooja. Ananya and I were alone in the house. It was evening and raining outside. We ordered pizza and sat in the living room watching a movie. She was wearing a light pink short nightie. No bra. I could see the shape of her heavy breasts and the dark outline of her nipples clearly.
After some time she stretched and her nightie rode up on her thighs. She noticed me looking and smiled.
“Rahul, tu bahut dekh raha hai,” she said softly.
I felt heat rise in my face. “Ananya… main—”
She moved closer on the sofa. Her thigh touched mine. “Main bhi dekh rahi hoon,” she whispered.
I turned towards her. Our faces were close. I could smell her mild perfume and the natural scent of her skin. I leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth after a second. The kiss became deep and hungry. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with dark eyes. “Rahul… yeh galat hai. Hum cousins hain.”
“Main jaanta hoon,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi sakta.”
She did not push me away. Instead she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The nightie rode up completely. She was not wearing panties. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs and the soft heat of her pussy against the hard bulge in my shorts. My hands went under the nightie and cupped her big soft ass. She moaned into my mouth.
I pulled the nightie over her head and threw it aside. Her naked body was in front of me. Full heavy breasts with dark nipples already hard. Soft stomach. Smooth pussy with a neat strip of hair. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head tightly. I sucked hard, then switched to the other side while my hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. Hot and tight.
“Ahh… Rahul… haan… aise,” she whispered, moving her hips on my hand.
I stood up with her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. I laid her on the bed. She watched me with hungry eyes as I removed my clothes. My cock sprang out hard and thick. She reached out and wrapped her soft hand around it, stroking slowly.
“Itna mota… aur hard,” she said in a low voice.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me hard as I went deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back and moaned loudly.
I started fucking her with deep strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The wet sound of our bodies filled the room along with the rain outside.
After some time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours quickly. I entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out and pushed her ass back against me. I held her wide hips and started fucking her harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched around my cock, drove me crazy. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back and did it again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick hot cum.
We lay side by side breathing heavily. After a few minutes she got up, went to the bathroom and came back still naked. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Rahul… yeh sirf aaj ki baat honi chahiye.”
I pulled her down and kissed her again. “Ananya, ab main normal nahi reh sakta.”
She did not argue. She climbed on top of me. My cock was already getting hard again. She stroked it until it was fully hard, then slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I held them and sucked the nipples while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock was loud. She came again, grinding hard. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her a second time.
That night we did not sleep much. Around 1:30 am she woke me by taking my cock in her mouth. Soft, slow, deep sucking. When I was hard she climbed on top again in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big ass bounce as she rode. I slapped it lightly. She moaned louder and pushed back harder. I came inside her again.
In the morning she was in the kitchen making tea when I came out. She was wearing only my t-shirt. When she saw me she smiled shyly.
“Parents kal shaam tak aayenge,” she said.
I went behind her, pressed my body against her back and put my hands on her breasts under the t-shirt. She leaned back into me for a long moment, then gently pushed me away.
“Ab nahi Rahul. Risk hai.”
But her voice was soft.
The rest of the day we could not stay away from each other. I fucked her in the kitchen against the counter, on the sofa, and once in the bathroom under the shower. She started initiating more. In the afternoon she made me sit on the chair and gave me a long slow blowjob while looking into my eyes until I flooded her mouth. She swallowed everything.
When my parents returned the next evening everything looked normal. Ananya spoke politely and helped my mother in the kitchen. But when she was going to her room at night she brushed her hand against the front of my shorts and whispered, “Kal subah parents temple jayenge. Door open rakhna.”
The next morning they left early. Ananya came into my room, locked the door, and within minutes she was naked on my bed with my cock deep inside her.
That is how it started. And that is how it continues even now. Whenever my parents are out, or late at night when everyone is asleep, Ananya and I find a way. Sometimes she comes to my room. Sometimes I go to hers. The risk makes it hotter.
Last week she came at 12:30 am wearing only a short nightie. She removed it slowly in front of me, stood completely naked and said, “Aaj jo marzi kar, lekin dheere se. Ghar wale so rahe hain.”
I spent the next three hours doing exactly that. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue. I fucked her in every position. I came inside her twice and once in her mouth. When she finally left at 3:30 am her legs were slightly shaking and there was a satisfied smile on her face.
Ananya is still my cousin sister. She still talks to me normally in front of the family. But every time she sits next to me on the sofa and her thigh touches mine, I know that later that same night her tight pussy will be wrapped around my cock again.
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Ananya is fair with a soft glow. She has long black hair which she often keeps open. Her body is soft and full – heavy round breasts, slim waist, wide hips and a big, firm ass that looks amazing in jeans or tight kurtis. She has a bright smile and a habit of touching my arm while talking. Ever since she came to stay, I have been finding it hard to control myself.
My parents treat her like their own daughter. She calls me “Rahul” freely and we talk late into the night sometimes. She wears short nighties at home. The first week I saw her coming out of the bathroom in a thin towel more than once. My cock used to get hard immediately.
One Saturday my parents had gone to Haridwar for two days for a pooja. Ananya and I were alone in the house. It was evening and raining outside. We ordered pizza and sat in the living room watching a movie. She was wearing a light pink short nightie. No bra. I could see the shape of her heavy breasts and the dark outline of her nipples clearly.
After some time she stretched and her nightie rode up on her thighs. She noticed me looking and smiled.
“Rahul, tu bahut dekh raha hai,” she said softly.
I felt heat rise in my face. “Ananya… main—”
She moved closer on the sofa. Her thigh touched mine. “Main bhi dekh rahi hoon,” she whispered.
I turned towards her. Our faces were close. I could smell her mild perfume and the natural scent of her skin. I leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth after a second. The kiss became deep and hungry. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with dark eyes. “Rahul… yeh galat hai. Hum cousins hain.”
“Main jaanta hoon,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi sakta.”
She did not push me away. Instead she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The nightie rode up completely. She was not wearing panties. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs and the soft heat of her pussy against the hard bulge in my shorts. My hands went under the nightie and cupped her big soft ass. She moaned into my mouth.
I pulled the nightie over her head and threw it aside. Her naked body was in front of me. Full heavy breasts with dark nipples already hard. Soft stomach. Smooth pussy with a neat strip of hair. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head tightly. I sucked hard, then switched to the other side while my hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. Hot and tight.
“Ahh… Rahul… haan… aise,” she whispered, moving her hips on my hand.
I stood up with her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. I laid her on the bed. She watched me with hungry eyes as I removed my clothes. My cock sprang out hard and thick. She reached out and wrapped her soft hand around it, stroking slowly.
“Itna mota… aur hard,” she said in a low voice.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me hard as I went deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back and moaned loudly.
I started fucking her with deep strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The wet sound of our bodies filled the room along with the rain outside.
After some time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours quickly. I entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out and pushed her ass back against me. I held her wide hips and started fucking her harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched around my cock, drove me crazy. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back and did it again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick hot cum.
We lay side by side breathing heavily. After a few minutes she got up, went to the bathroom and came back still naked. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Rahul… yeh sirf aaj ki baat honi chahiye.”
I pulled her down and kissed her again. “Ananya, ab main normal nahi reh sakta.”
She did not argue. She climbed on top of me. My cock was already getting hard again. She stroked it until it was fully hard, then slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I held them and sucked the nipples while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock was loud. She came again, grinding hard. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her a second time.
That night we did not sleep much. Around 1:30 am she woke me by taking my cock in her mouth. Soft, slow, deep sucking. When I was hard she climbed on top again in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big ass bounce as she rode. I slapped it lightly. She moaned louder and pushed back harder. I came inside her again.
In the morning she was in the kitchen making tea when I came out. She was wearing only my t-shirt. When she saw me she smiled shyly.
“Parents kal shaam tak aayenge,” she said.
I went behind her, pressed my body against her back and put my hands on her breasts under the t-shirt. She leaned back into me for a long moment, then gently pushed me away.
“Ab nahi Rahul. Risk hai.”
But her voice was soft.
The rest of the day we could not stay away from each other. I fucked her in the kitchen against the counter, on the sofa, and once in the bathroom under the shower. She started initiating more. In the afternoon she made me sit on the chair and gave me a long slow blowjob while looking into my eyes until I flooded her mouth. She swallowed everything.
When my parents returned the next evening everything looked normal. Ananya spoke politely and helped my mother in the kitchen. But when she was going to her room at night she brushed her hand against the front of my shorts and whispered, “Kal subah parents temple jayenge. Door open rakhna.”
The next morning they left early. Ananya came into my room, locked the door, and within minutes she was naked on my bed with my cock deep inside her.
That is how it started. And that is how it continues even now. Whenever my parents are out, or late at night when everyone is asleep, Ananya and I find a way. Sometimes she comes to my room. Sometimes I go to hers. The risk makes it hotter.
Last week she came at 12:30 am wearing only a short nightie. She removed it slowly in front of me, stood completely naked and said, “Aaj jo marzi kar, lekin dheere se. Ghar wale so rahe hain.”
I spent the next three hours doing exactly that. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue. I fucked her in every position. I came inside her twice and once in her mouth. When she finally left at 3:30 am her legs were slightly shaking and there was a satisfied smile on her face.
Ananya is still my cousin sister. She still talks to me normally in front of the family. But every time she sits next to me on the sofa and her thigh touches mine, I know that later that same night her tight pussy will be wrapped around my cock again.
If you liked this hot cousin sister chudai story, leave a comment. Tell me what you want next – more details of a particular night or what happened when my mother almost caught us. I will write it.