The Rainy Day

My name is Ayesha (18F), and I live with my older brother Hamza (22M). Our parents have brought us together since we were young. They taught us strict Muslim values—respect for each other, always helping the family, and the belief that a woman's body is sacred and off limits to any man except her husband.

It was rainy, and I had just gotten home from school. I was soaked through, my thin blouse and shorts clinging wetly to my skin. I shivered as I entered the house, noticing it was empty except for my brother in the living room. He looked up from his laptop and his eyes widened at seeing my drenched, barely clothed appearance.

"Assalamulaikum, Hamza," I greeted him sleepily. "I'm so tired..."

"Ah, Ayesha!" He stood up, holding out a towel. "You're completely drenched! Go change immediately before you catch a cold."

I nodded and trudged up the stairs to my bedroom. Reaching it, I peeled off my wet, clinging clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. "Ya Allah! I look like I'm wearing nothing at all!" My pert breasts and hard nipples were visible through the wet fabric. I blushed, knowing how immodest it was.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Ayesha?" It was Hamza. "Can I come in?"

I hesitated, but then opened the door. Hamza's eyes immediately went wide as he took in my state of undress. I noticed a large bulge tenting the front of his pants.

"H-hamza!" I stammered, trying to cover myself. "What is that?"

He quickly turned around, his face flushing. "I... I'm sorry, Ayesha. I didn't mean to..."

"This...this thing..." I pointed at the obvious erection straining his pants. "Is that because of me? Do you want to fuck your sister?"

Hamza turned back, his eyes burning with barely restrained lust. He swallowed and looked away. "I...I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again. Just get dressed and come down."

I watched him hurry out and down the stairs. I felt so confused and troubled by my brother's reaction to seeing my body. It went against everything we'd been taught.

After pulling on some dry clothes, I headed downstairs. Hamza was back at his laptop, pointedly ignoring me as I walked by. I hesitated, then decided to confront him directly.

"Hamza, we need to talk about what happened," I said firmly. He sighed and closed his laptop, looking at me.

"I said I'm sorry, Ayesha. It was a momentary lapse. Let's just forget it, okay?"

I sat beside him on the couch, looking into his eyes. "No, it can't be forgotten that easily. Seeing me caused you to get...excited. Like you wanted to have sex with me."

Hamza's face twisted in a mix of shame and desire. "Ayesha, don't say that! We're siblings, it's haram! I would never..."

I leaned in closer, my face inches from his. "Wouldn't you? I saw how you looked at my body, how hard you got. You want to fuck me, don't you brother?"

"Ayesha, stop this," Hamza growled, but I could see his resolve crumbling.

"I think, deep down, you want to make me yours. Ravish me. Claim me." I pressed my lips to him and he stiffened in shock. Then, with a groan, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back hungrily.

"Ya Allah, forgive me," he gasped as he ravaged my mouth. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass and tits through my clothes.

I kissed back just as fiercely, grinding myself against the huge bulge in his pants. All thoughts of propriety and religion fled my mind, replaced by raw lust for my brother.

He tore his lips from mine and in one move, ripped my blouse open, sending buttons flying. My bra quickly followed and he latched onto a nipple, sucking hard. I cried out and arched my back, pushing more of my tit into his hot, wet mouth.

Releasing my breast with a wet pop, Hamza ravaged my neck and shoulders with biting kisses, leaving red marks in his wake. His hands pushed under my skirt and he groaned at the feel of my bare pussy. "Fuck Ayesha, you're not wearing any panties!"

I just moaned and bucked my hips, desperate for more of his touch. Hamza obliged by shoving two thick fingers into my sopping wet cunt. I nearly screamed as he pumped them in and out, curling them to hit my G-spot.

My pussy clenched around his invading digits, drawing them in deeper. Hamza finger-fucked me hard and fast, the obscene wet sounds filling the room along with my wanton moans.

"Ah ah ahhh fuck!, Hamza!, I'm cumming!, oh!, oh!, ooooh!, yeaaaaah!" I wailed as my orgasm crashed over me. My cunt spasmed and fluttered around his fingers, gushing fluid all over his hand.

He worked me through it, not stopping his finger-pumping until I collapsed back, shaking and gasping. Hamza withdrew his soaked fingers with a wet squelch and brought them to his mouth. He sucked them clean of my juices, eyes locked with mine.

"Delicious. I need to taste more of you, little sister."

In a flash, he had me on my back on the couch, yanking my skirt down my legs. He pushed my thighs apart and buried his face in my dripping pussy. "Oh fuck!" I nearly fainted as his tongue swirled around my clit and lapped up my copious arousal.

Hamza ate me out like a starving man, alternating between thrusting his tongue as deep as it could go and suckling my clit. The pleasure was so intense I saw stars.

"Yes yes yes! Don't stop! Fuck, I'm cumming again!" I wailed, humping his face shamelessly. Hamza moaned into my cunt as I gushed all over his mouth and chin. He lapped it all up greedily.

He finally came up for air, his chin and cheeks dripping with my essence. I was sprawled out bonelessly, covered in sweat and twitching from the aftershocks.

"There's more, Ayesha. So much more," Hamza said hoarsely, standing up and shedding his clothes. I watched hungrily as his massive cock sprang free, thick and hard and leaking precum.

"Please, Hamza, I need it. Need you to fuck me with that big cock. Make me yours!"

With an animalistic growl, he flipped me over and yanked my hips up, spreading my ass cheeks. I felt the broad head of his cock nudging at my entrance and I tensed, knowing he was huge.

"Fuck, so tight and wet," Hamza groaned. Then, with one hard thrust, he hilted himself fully inside me. I screamed at the sudden intense stretch and burn. It felt like I was being split in half by his massive member.

He didn't give me any time to adjust. Hamza immediately started pounding into me with deep, powerful strokes. The wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the room along with my high-pitched squeals and his grunts of pleasure.

"Ayesha, Ayesha! Fuck, your pussy feels incredible! Gonna fuck this cunt so hard, fill you with my cum," Hamza growled, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.

Ya!, Allllllaaaaah!, MERI PHUDI MAIN DARD HO RAHA HAY! Ayesha screamed

He hauled back and slapped my ass, the sharp sting making me clench around him. He set a brutal pace, fucking me harder and deeper than I'd ever been fucked before. I could only hang on for dear life, tears and drool running down my face as he used me like his personal fucktoy.

"Fuck, main frigh hoany wala hoon...! teri choot muth say bhar doon ga!" Hamza roared. His thrusts became erratic as he chased his orgasm.

"Ahhh Hamza, meray ander muth dalo! apni been ki tight choot main hi muth choro!" I wailed, pushing my hips back to meet his wild thrusts.

With a bellowing shout of my name, Hamza slammed in deep and I felt his cock twitch and throb as he erupted. Scalding jets of cum flooded my insides, painting my walls white. It just kept coming, my pussy soon overflowing with his seed.

Finally, Hamza collapsed forward onto me with a groan, his softening cock still buried in my cum-flooded hole. We both gasped for breath, sweat dripping down our bodies.

After a few blissful moments, he pulled out with a wet squelch, and I whimpered at the feeling of emptiness. Thick globs of cum drooled out of my gaping pussy and ran down my thighs.

Hamza scooped some up with his fingers and brought them to my mouth. "Clean up your brother's cum, little sister. Taste how much he has for you."

Eyes locked with his, I took his fingers into my mouth and sucked, swirling my tongue around the digits. He groaned at the sight and I felt his cock twitch back to hardness.

Hamza pulled out his spit-soaked fingers and replaced them with his cock, pushing past my lips. "Oh fuck yes, suck my dick. Get it nice and wet before I wreck your pussy again," he growled, starting to face-fuck me.

I relaxed my throat and let him use my mouth, knowing he was going to ravage me again soon. There would be no going back to how things were before this day. My brother had claimed me in the most primal way possible.

My wanton moans vibrated around his pistoning cock as I submitted to his complete domination. I was his now, mind, body, and soul. His fucktoy to use as he pleased. And I'd never been happier.

The next morning, I woke up sore and sated, aching in all the right ways. Hamza was already up, cooking breakfast in the kitchen. I shuffled in and sat at the table, a bit unsteady on my feet.

Hamza brought me a plate piled high with food and set a steaming cup of coffee in front of me. "Morning, little sister," he said, his voice low and full of unspoken promise. "I trust you slept well?"

"Hmm, much better than usual. Though I'm a bit...sore," I replied coyly, stretching my arms above my head. The motion made my tank top ride up, exposing my bare midriff.

Hamza's eyes darkened with lust as he drank in the sight of my body like a man starved. "Come here, Ayesha," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

I stood and walked over to him, my hips swaying. When I reached him, he pulled me flush against his hard body, hands roaming over my curves possessively.

"Mine," he growled, nipping at my neck. "My perfect little fucktoy to use however I want."

"Yours, Hamza, only yours," I gasped, tilting my head back to give him better access. "I need you again. Please, fuck me!"

Hamza groaned and slid a hand under my skirt to find my pussy bare and already wet for him. "Always ready for your brother's cock, aren't you, you dirty girl?"

He hoisted me up onto the kitchen counter and pushed my skirt up around my waist. With one hard thrust, he hilted himself inside my tight heat. "Fuck yes, so fucking tight! Gonna ruin this cunt, make it mine forever."

"Mmmmph fuck! Yes Hamza, wreck me with your huge cock!" I wailed, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him in deeper.

What followed was a frenzied coupling, with Hamza pounding into me with deep, powerful thrusts. The kitchen echoed with the sounds of our depraved fucking and he didn't let up until he flooded my pussy with another massive load of his cum.

"I can't get enough of you, little sister," Hamza panted, his softening cock slipping out of me with a wet squelch. Globs of his seed drooled out to puddle on the countertop.

I grinned at him, feeling deliciously used and claimed inside and out. "Good. Because you'll never have to. I'm yours, brother. Now and forever."

Hamza kissed me fiercely, his tongue delving deep into my mouth in a filthy kiss. Pulling back, he looked into my eyes, his gaze full of dark promise.

"We're going to have so much fun together, Ayesha. Exploring every dirty, taboo thing. I'm going to utterly corrupt you, mind and body. You'll crave only your brother's cock, only want to be his perfect little fucktoy. Understand?"

I trembled in his arms, my pussy clenching at his filthy words. "Yes, Hamza, yes! Corrupt me, claim me, ruin me for any other man. I'm yours to use as you wish, whenever you wish. Forever and ever."

And with that, Hamza sealed my fate with another deep, possessive kiss. Our forbidden, twisted love story had only just begun.