Sister’s Submission to Save Her Brother’s Job – Part 1

I am Dev, a 22-year-old guy from Delhi. I am a recent passout of engineering and now doing a job. I have a mom, dad and sis in the family. We are a middle-class Punjabi family. Today, I am sharing my fantasy.

It all started last year. It was my 21st birthday. It was a cold winter night, and the wind was weeping outside our small house. Despite the chill, the warmth of family filled our home, and the atmosphere was cosy.

That evening had been filled with laughter and joy as we celebrated my birthday. My cousins, Anushka and Rohit, had come over to join the celebration, and they added more excitement.

Anushka was two years older than me, while Rohit was three years older. They were cousins to each other as well, which made our bond even more special. As the night wore on, the house quieted down, and the celebration concluded.

As we had a small house, we all cousins decided to sleep in the same room. A small size of the house and the biting cold outside. So, the arrangement was tight, but it also felt comforting to be surrounded by cousins. We lay in a single bed, Ankita then Anushka followed by me, and then Rohit on the other end.

A small night lamp dimly lighted the room. I could hear the gentle breathing of them as they drifted off to sleep. I was lying there, recalling the happy moments of the birthday celebration.

We all were in the same blanket. The warmth of Anushka’s body next to mine assured me that I drifted into a light sleep. However, after some time, something stirred me awake. I felt a slight movement next to me, and my curiosity got the better of me.

I opened my eyes just a bit to see what was happening. Through the dim light, I noticed Rohit’s hand moving subtly under the covers, and to my surprise, he was touching Anushka. At first, I thought it was an accident, a stray movement born of the cold.

But as the night progressed, the touches grew bolder, more deliberate. His hand was moving slowly and deliberately, caressing her body. I watched in the shadows, my breath held, as Rohit’s hand traced a line down Anushka’s side. My curiosity grew with each silent touch.

I felt a strange mix of emotions—fear, excitement, confusion. My mind raced with confusion and curiosity. What was he doing? The idea of touching my cousin in this way was entirely new to me. My heart pounded in my chest, and a mix of emotions surged through me.

I felt a strange curiosity and a growing excitement. Birthday night passed, but my cousins decided to stay one more day. We all enjoyed each other’s company throughout the day. But my mind was continuously thinking of last night, whatever I saw Rohit doing.

On that night, Rohit started doing the same. I could no longer ignore it. I reached out to Anushka. My hand was trembling with anticipation and fear, and I tentatively touched Shruti’s arm. Anushka’s breath hitched, and she remained still in sleep, allowing me to continue.

My touches were gentle. I explored the curves and valleys of her body. Each touch was a revelation of silent thoughts I had in my mind. Slowly, almost without realizing it, I found myself reaching out to touch Anushka as well. My hand moved tentatively, brushing against her soft skin.

The sensation was electrifying, and I felt a surge of adrenaline rush through me. Her skin was warm and smooth, and I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath. I moved my hand cautiously, feeling the curves of her body. Despite the thrill, fear quickly took over.

What if Anushka woke up? What if she slapped me or told someone? The fear was overwhelming, and after a few moments, I pulled my hand away and tried to calm my racing heart. I closed my eyes tightly, willing myself to sleep.

But the thoughts and sensations of what had just happened kept replaying in my mind. The next day, the events of the previous night kept swirling in my thoughts. I couldn’t shake off the feeling of what had happened. The touch, the sensation, the thrill – it all lingered in my mind.

Days turned into weeks, and my curiosity only grew stronger. I started wondering about Anushka, about the way she might have felt, and about the idea of touching her again. But spontaneously, a new thought crept into my mind. If I could touch my cousin, why couldn’t I touch my sister, Ankita?

Our family lived in a small house. It was common for us to all sleep on the same bed, from childhood, my father, me, Ankita, and my mother – we all slept side by side. The arrangement was like Dad, then me, then Ankita, and finally Mom.

The close quarters of our sleeping arrangement made it easier for me to entertain my growing fantasies. The excitement of touching Ankita began to consume my thoughts. Each night, as we lay in bed, I would wait until everyone was asleep.

I thought of approaching Ankita’s body many times. Then, one night, as I lay beside Ankita, the temptation became too strong to resist. My fingers trembled as I slowly reached over. My heart raced with anticipation and fear. The room was silent except for the soft sound of our breathing.

I gently placed my hand on her thigh. I felt the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her shorts. I slowly moved my hand upward and was feeling the curve of her butt. My touch was light and hesitant. Ankita remained still, her breathing steady.

Days passed, and my daily touches to Ankita in bed, building anticipation for her inside me. The initial days passed in nervousness. But as I gained confidence, my touches became bolder. One night, I slid my hand under her T-shirt.

I felt so smooth, the flesh of her stomach was so mesmerizing to feel. The sensation was electrifying into me, and I felt a surge of arousal. Such small steps were putting me close to Ankita day by day. I was moving forward each night.

From admiring her in bed to touching each part, my journey started as days passed. I was feeling her every day, but someday, my hand moved higher. I reached for her boobs. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I could feel the softness and firmness of her breasts under my touch.

Touches from above cloth excited me. So, one night while I was playing with her stomach, I found her boobs. A big round curve at the edge of the boob. I put my finger on her nipple. Then I cupped it gently. Her heartbeat quickened slightly.

The excitement was overwhelming, and I could feel my arousal growing. I played with her nipple, feeling it harden under my fingers. Sometimes, I made touches to her ass, feeling the curves and the firmness. Those days, I explored her body with a mix of fear and excitement.

One day, my heart pounded with excitement as I felt her pussy for the first time. My confidence peaked at that stage; those months were full of new explorations.

One day, my parents were not at home, so we were only two sleeping together. For the first time, I draw my dick out of my pants to let Ankita feel it.

I rubbed my dick against her ass. The sensations were intense, and I felt a surge of pleasure and guilt. I decided to go further. I even took her shorts down to her knees. Pulling her shorts down was quite hard. It took me two or three hours.

Whenever she used to turn around, I kept pulling her short little down from whichever side it was possible. I lay closer to her, kiss gently on her neck, and touch my dick to her exposed fat ass. The sensations were intense, but I felt a surge of pleasure and guilt also.

Despite my actions, Ankita never said anything. She never reacted or pushed me away. This silence only fuelled my fantasies and gave me the courage to continue, to push the boundaries even further.

One night, I leaned in closer. My lips were brushing against her neck. I could smell the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the natural smell of her skin. It was intoxicating. I kissed her neck softly, then moved my lips down to her shoulder. My hand moved lower, slipping under the waistband of her shorts.

I felt the warmth of her pussy. I touched her gently, thinking if her body responded to my touch. The guilt and fear were still there. But the intense pleasure and excitement overshadowed them. I continued to explore her body, touching and feeling every inch of her.

Despite the excitement and pleasure, the guilt of touching my sister started to weigh heavily on me. Many questions I had in mind. What was I doing? Was it right? The questions continuously haunted me. I found myself seeking the answers.

As months passed, the guilt started to weigh heavily on me. Still, I could not resist thinking of Ankita. My gentle touches to Ankita became my habit. I could not sleep without touching her. To get my answers, I turned to the internet. I found a lot of content and literature available on insect fantasies.

I went deeper on the internet. At the same time, enjoying that I joined online Indian incest chat rooms. In that room, I found guys with similar fantasies. I used to chat there for hours. Learning others and sharing my fantasy with them. Some of them succeeded in fulfilling their fantasies, too.

Enormous kinky fantasies users used to share there, from having incest intimation to cuckolds and even sister swaps. Reading all these daily excited me more. It was there that I met a guy from Kerala. He was a dark-toned guy and was around ten years older than me, and we started discussing Ankita.

Our conversations were explicit and filled with fantasies. We imagined fucking my sisters, role-playing scenarios and did many voice calls to talk dirty about Ankita. We would chat about fucking her in different ways and share pictures and AI-generated edits of her.

We even had some live video sessions while Ankita was sleeping. The guy from Kerala would describe what he would do to Ankita. I would listen, getting aroused by his words always. The fantasies of me for Ankita grew darker and more intense.

As that guy was from Kerala, I started fantasizing about Ankita getting fucked by him. From that, my fantasy was to see Ankita getting fucked by a black guy grown – a big black cock. The thought of her with someone so different from us was thrilling.

But since a BBC wasn’t possible, I began fantasizing about her with any South Indian guy like that Kerala guy I met online. The idea of her being taken by someone else, someone different, consumed my thoughts. I would jerk off thinking about Ankita, imagining her with a black guy.

While sleeping, I continued the same. I was feeling closer to her, feeling the fabric on her against my skin. Each night was passing with pleasure. The fantasies were intense, and they filled my mind day and night.

Despite the growing intensity of my fantasies, I was always careful not to cross certain boundaries. I never went beyond touching and never attempted to have sex because the guilt of thinking about my sister was still in my mind.

To be continued.

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