Screwing My Brother’s Cute North Indian Girl Friend Diya

Hi sex cravers, this is Varun again. I appreciate your comments in my mail and thanks for the likes on my stories. For all who don’t know me, I am 24 years old, 5.9″ tall and weighing 70 kg which is neither skinny nor fat. So I was dating this young girl I met through my young brother. They both are friends though.

About her, she was 20 years old fair, sexy in her shape and slightly booty ass. One day, I was home after completing my Friday night shift and went to sleep. So, technically it was Saturday morning that I have slept and woke up in the evening (I work for night shifts).

I woke up the Saturday evening and while I was still in the bed checking on my phone, I was hearing a gang of 4 girls talking all excited in the next room. After hearing this for quite a bit of time, I woke up from the bed and walked towards the door to the next room and was peeking through the curtains to see who it was.

I saw 4 girls and 5 boys sitting and out of all, my eyes caught a beautiful girl sitting in her jeans and a loose t-shirt with her hairs untied. They were half curls and a half straight. They all were my younger brother’s friends studying bachelors. He invited them home as he planned on giving his birthday treat at our place.

I closed the door and went to freshen myself up. I actually didn’t have any plans on meeting anybody and also since it was Saturday, it was no work day for me.

That girl who was in her jeans, her name was Diya. Yes, she was a North Indian. She got this 8 shape size and sizzling fair with dimples and rosy lips. I was flattered for her face beauty than her body beauty. It wasn’t like her body wasn’t that great but it was kind of cute face. I’d rather say, a face where expressions speak a lot. And I like someone who speaks with more expressions. I was liking her so much that I couldn’t describe in words.

And of course, it was not love. It was lust. For me, the word LOVE has broken badly 4 years ago.

(Haha, when I wrote my first story here, I said my love broke 3 years ago. I am surprised how fast another year added to it.)

So yes, it was not love yet I sort of had a sex crush on her on the first sight.

In order to impress her, I wore a nice red polo and light faded blue jeans with my red Puma sneakers pretending that I was going out. And that’s because you know, you don’t sit at home with jeans and shoes.

So, just to impress her, I pretended like I was going out and dressed up neat.

As soon as I came out of my room, my brother stood up seeing me and asked where I was going. I told I had to meet my friends and we were gonna go chill outside. He asked me to wait a moment and introduced me to his friends. I was watching her hoping he would introduce her to me first but he started with the boys.

I shook hands normally with all the others. But with this girl, I gave a tight shake-hand, looking into her eyes. I felt like our eyes were speaking something that time. She didn’t give much attention to me until I pressed her hand tightly while shaking hands. With that handshake, I was telling her with my eyes to remember me.

And the drama continues. Just like I told my brother that I was going out, I went out. I started my bike, went out for a smoke and passed time for 10 minutes there and returned home. As I entered, my brother asked me why I returned home soon. I managed to say that the plan flopped and I had to stay home having nothing to do. He asked me to sit with them and have a chit-chat.

I grabbed a bean bag and sat with them getting to know everyone. Cutting short, we all had dinner together watching TV and making fun of each other.

While eating, I was staring at Diya while the others were watching TV. She caught me staring at her a couple of times. But I didn’t look away when we had eye contact. I just wanted her to know that I need her desperately and also need to do stuff with her. At that 40 minutes of dinner, I was watching every curve of her body trying to feel it in my head.

Diya observed a strange behavior of me and started to adjust herself. After everyone was done with dinner, they left home and also my parents went to sleep. I and my brother share a room with separate beds.

Since I work night shifts, and I don’t usually sleep during the night. So, even weekends were the same for me. I lay on my bed with the phone, opened Instagram and was going through my brother’s friend list. While I was doing a search, I had a notification about someone tagging me in a group pic. I opened it and it was her who tagged me in the group pic we all took before dinner.

Without any hesitation, I followed her and dropped a text, “Hey, did you reach so soon?”

Diya: Yeah, I stay 2 km away from your place.
Me: Never saw you around.

Diya: Do you keep an eye on all the girls near your place?
Me: Definitely no, but never saw anyone this beautiful in this area.

Diya: Okay, bhaiya.
Me: What? Don’t call me that.

Diya: Why shouldn’t I?
Me: Because we’re not relatives.

Diya: But still I want to be careful with you. lol.

Me: Careful with you? Why?
Diya: A girl pretty much understands who stares at her and in which way.

Me (trying to cover-up): You are completely wrong, I wasn’t staring at you.

Diya: And what’s that shake-hand thing?
Me: Umm, huh? What shake-hand thing?

Diya: Didn’t I know you pressed my hand hard purposely. You pressed it so hard that I was about to scream but I knew it wouldn’t look nice there and I controlled.
Me: I am sorry. It just felt so smooth so I didn’t give much attention to what I was doing there. I wanted to feel it.

Diya: Okay. Go sleep now.
Me: No no. This is not my usual sleep timings. I work for night shifts.

Diya: Okay, I am going to bed. Bye.

Me: Wait. I wanted to ask you, how do you know me and how come you have tagged me on the pic when you don’t even know my name until I introduced myself.

Diya: your brother put a picture of you both on insta and tagged you on that. That’s how I have tagged you. Don’t think too much. I don’t have anything on you lol
Me: Too much! Bye, good night.

That’s how we texted the first day and she became friends with me on Instagram. We used to text every day. Not much though but definitely we would be texting.

It was over a week we were texting and she asked me my WhatsApp number. I gave her and we started texting there as well. As the days were passing, our texting progressed. She used to tell me how my brother fell in love with her friend and stories like that about her college and stuff. I didn’t want to make the first move since it could be awkward if she tells my brother. But she was getting sort of connected to me and my thoughts.

I wanted her to crave to meet me so I was trying to make use of every text, promptly.

One day, she was home alone as her parents left somewhere. They wanted her to be home to take care of the dog they had. So she skipped college for that day and stayed home.

Diya texted asking me if I was free. I asked her why and she replied that she was kind of feeling bored and wanted to talk over the call. Without any hesitation, I called her and we started talking.

It was almost two and a half hours we were talking and slowly, I told her that I was having a crush on her. Even she responded positively to that.

Another half an hour passed and I asked her to video call since I wanted to see her face. She denied and I didn’t force her. After a few minutes, she hung up the call and video called me. We talked and it went like that for another couple of days.

One day, we planned to meet outside and go out for a movie or lunch. The day before that was my salary day and hence I had enough to pay for the bills. She boarded the bus near her home and got down some 3-4 stops away so that no one would notice. I picked her up and we went to this mall to pass time until the movie time starts. We talked sitting in the CCD for some time.

After that, we went to the movie. While we were in the middle of the movie, she got a call from her mom asking her to come home soon.

We came out of the theatre and I dropped her at her home hurriedly. I told her to call me if she needed any help and went away from there.

After going home, I was waiting for her message or call. I was tensed if her mom and dad were alright. After an hour, I got a call from her saying that her parents had to leave for some village as someone from her dad’s side passed away. And she apologized for breaking the date.

“It’s okay, we can meet some other time”, I said and we continued talking.

After some time, I asked her if she can come out and continue the date as her parents also went away. She told she can’t come leaving the dog and instead, she invited me to her place. Although it was 3’o clock in the afternoon, she told me that we can have lunch at her place and watch movies or anything.

So I went to her place talking over the phone with her. She opened the gate for me and invited me inside. I went inside and sat on the couch. She came to me and offered a cold drink. I took it and was making a casual talk. I was sweating because I was afraid about anyone coming inside and misunderstanding us as we were alone in the home.

Diya asked me if I was comfortable and to that, I told her what I was thinking. She convinced me and we talked about boyfriend-girlfriend and related stuff. A few minutes after the topic, without hesitating, I asked her if she was a virgin or not.

Diya gave a weird expression to me saying, “Does that matter in any way to you?”

I said, “Yes, because I have been carrying a crush on you for a long time now”.

“So how does my virginity relate to the crush thing?”, she asked.
“Because I hope you get to touch Only by me first”, I said with a grin.

“What if I say I am not a virgin?”, she asked.
“That would be my bad luck then”, I said.

After a while, she came and sat beside me. I put my hand on her thigh. She didn’t say anything. I went closer to her and she kept pushing me away. I held her hands tightly and put my head between her neck and shoulder, kissing her neck part. She held my head tightly and was pushing me up and down on her neck.

I then started kissing her cheeks and eyes. Slowly, I moved on to her lips and she locked it with hers and we started making out. I put my hands on her bare hips and slowly, started rubbing her back.

While doing this, I slowly move my hands near to her bra hooks and started unhooking. She tried to ignore but I held her tight. I started moving my hands on to her boobs and covered them both with my hands and began rubbing her nipples and pinching them. She wasn’t controlling herself and was breathing heavily near my ears. She put her hands inside my t-shirt. Then he slowly removed my t-shirt. A few minutes later, I did hers.

Diya was half-naked in front of me. I made her sit on me with her back facing me and put my hand slowly inside her shorts and pantie. She turned back and we didn’t stop kissing.

I then put my middle finger on her cunt and started rubbing it; first gently for a couple of minutes and then vigorously. Diya dug her nails on my thighs and started moaning. It was heavy moaning though.

I kept rubbing her cunt for quite a while until she squirted in her pants. We then went to the bathroom and I removed her short and pantie. She cleaned herself up while I was hugging her from behind.

Then I removed my pants and undies and hung them on the door of the bathroom. Now we both being naked, pushed her to the wall and started kissing. Meanwhile, she caught my penis which was erect like never before and started stroking it.

After a while, I let her do whatever she wanted to do with my body. She put the toilet seat and sat on it. She pulled me near to her by grabbing my ass. Then she took my cock in her hand and started kissing it. After two kisses, she put it inside her mouth and started sucking it. I was feeling so good inside her warm mouth with her saliva all over.

Diya was giving a nice blowjob and I started breathing heavily while moaning slightly. When I was about to cum, I removed it from her mouth and ejected out. We cleaned ourselves and then went to her bedroom naked.

We slept on each other for some time and then I made her lay upside down and went behind her. While she was still laying, I applied a little saliva on my penis to lubricate it and inserted in her pussy from the back.

Although she screamed a bit, she started enjoying me fucking her from behind. For my support, she put a pillow under her, raised her ass a bit high and started moaning. My penis was hitting her cool bums and sounds were coming out of the strokes while I was doing her.

A few minutes later, she made me lay and sat on my cock, jumping up and down. Her boobs were going up and down and I was enjoying watching them. While my cock still inside her, she came close to me and started kissing, jumping her ass up and down on my penis. After a few strokes, she went 69 and was giving me a blow job while I was licking her pussy.

While giving the blowjob, I came. Diya didn’t take it in her mouth and my sperm spilled on her bed sheet. We didn’t mind it. And then we did foreplay for some more time and did another round after that. A few minutes after we were done, I rubbed her cunt and made her squirt again. She had many orgasms while we were having sex.

It was 7 in the evening and I told her I had to leave. She told me to stay for the night. I told her I will be coming after an hour and then went home, bathed and got ready again and took food parcel outside and went to her home again at around 9:30 pm.

That night we had a few more sessions and then she slept naked on me. Just how much I like eating and licking pussy, she likes giving a blow job. Diya gave me a blow job in the early morning when I woke up. We talked and she told me to keep it a secret relationship and not to reveal to anyone. I assured her that I won’t tell anyone and went home early in the morning.

We are waiting to do more stuff like that again. I will write it down when we have it again.

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