**First Time with Nandini**

I’d been watching Nandini for months—my wife’s younger sister, curvy in all the right places, with those full lips and dark eyes that always lingered a second too long when she looked at me. She was trouble, and I fucking loved it.

Tonight, my wife was out of town, and Nandini had come over under some flimsy excuse about borrowing a book. She sat on the couch in that tight little dress, her thighs pressed together, but not tight enough to hide how fucking wet she was. I could smell her pussy from across the room.

“You ever think about me, Manik?” she whispered, her fingers tracing the edge of the cushion.

I didn’t answer—just stalked over, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her head back. Her lips parted with a gasp, and I crushed my mouth against hers, swallowing her moan. She tasted fucking sweet.

My hands were all over her, squeezing her tits through the thin fabric, pinching her nipples until she whimpered.

“You want this, huh?” I growled, pulling her dress up. No panties. Of fucking course. Her pussy was already glistening, her cunt lips puffy and pink.

“Yes,” she breathed, grinding against my thigh.

I shoved her down on the couch, yanking her legs apart. My dick was rock hard, straining against my jeans. I didn’t bother undressing her all the way—just tore her dress open, her tits spilling out, perfect and heavy in my hands.

I leaned down, sucking one nipple deep into my mouth while my fingers found her clit. She arched off the couch, screaming as I rubbed rough circles over her swollen little bud.

“Fuck, Manik, please—”

I didn’t make her beg long. I unbuckled my belt, shoving my jeans down just enough to free my cock. Thick, throbbing, already wet at the tip.

I slid two fingers inside her, her tight cunt gripping me like a fucking vice. “You’re soaked,” I growled. “This what you wanted? Your jija’s husband fucking you raw?”

Nandini nodded desperately, her hips bucking against my hand. “Yes, yes—fuck me, please—”

I didn’t wait. I lined my cock up with her dripping hole and slammed inside in one brutal thrust.

She screamed, her nails digging into my arms as her pussy stretched around me.

“Fuck… so tight,” I groaned, feeling her walls clench. She was hot as hell, her cunt squeezing me like she never wanted to let go.

I pulled out slow, then drove back in hard, setting a punishing pace right from the start. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her moans turning high and broken.

“You take it so good,” I muttered, yanking her hair back to watch her face as I fucked her.

Nandini’s eyes rolled back, her lips parting in a silent scream as I hit deep. I could feel her pussy fluttering around me, her legs shaking.

“Gonna cum already?” I taunted, slapping her ass hard. She yelped, her cunt clamping down even tighter.

“Y-yes—fuck, I can’t—”

I didn’t let up. Just fucked her harder, my balls slapping against her ass, the wet sounds of her pussy taking me filling the room.

Then she came—hard. Her whole body shuddered, her pussy milking my cock as she sobbed my name.

I wasn’t far behind. With a growl, I buried myself deep, shooting thick ropes of cum inside her. She gasped, her cunt pulsing around me as I filled her up.

When I finally pulled out, my cum dripped from her swollen hole, her thighs trembling.

Nandini looked up at me, dazed, her lips curling into a smirk. “My sister never fucks you like that, does she?”

I smirked back, palming her ass. “Guess we’ll have to do this again.”