My sister moved to Canada

Gurpreet had moved to Canada for her master’s degree two months ago. After five long years apart,I was seeing her how much she was grown up. I told my parents I’d take care of her, help with her studies, and keep her safe in a new country. They trusted me — their responsible older son. She arrived with two suitcases, nervous but excited, hugging me tightly at the airport like the old days. Those first weeks were almost normal: I helped her settle into classes, showed her around the city, cooked Punjabi food together, and stayed up late talking about family and how much we missed each other. But the closeness stirred something darker in me. The way her body had filled out, her laugh, the scent of her coconut shampoo — it became impossible to ignore.

Her birthday fell on a quiet Friday. She turned 19. I wanted it to be special, so I bought a cake, some snacks, and a bottle of good whiskey. “Just us tonight,” I told her. “No stress about assignments.” We started with dinner, then moved to the couch for movies. I kept her glass full — whiskey and coke at first, then stronger mixes. She laughed more as the night went on, cheeks flushed, complaining about the burn but drinking anyway. “Bhai, this is strong,” she giggled, leaning against me. By 11 PM she was properly drunk: eyes glassy, words slurring, body loose and uncoordinated.

I helped her to the bedroom when she could barely stand. “Let’s get you comfortable.” She flopped onto the bed in her black salwar kameez, the dupatta long discarded. I sat beside her and slowly untied the nada string on her salwar. The soft cotton pants loosened and slid down her smooth thighs as I tugged them lower. My hand slipped inside immediately. She was wearing simple white panties. I rubbed her pussy over the fabric first, feeling the warmth, then pushed the panties aside. My fingers traced her soft outer lips before parting them. She was only slightly damp at first from the alcohol and the rubbing. I circled her clit slowly with two fingers, then slid one finger down to her tight entrance and pushed inside.

Gurpreet mumbled and shifted. “Aman… what…” but her voice was thick and weak. I added a second finger, pumping them gently in and out, feeling her inner walls start to warm and slick up around me. I curled my fingers, stroking that spongy spot inside while my thumb rubbed her clit in steady circles. She let out a soft, involuntary moan, her hips twitching once. I kept fingering her deeper, scissoring my fingers to stretch her, watching her pussy grow wetter and glisten. Three fingers now — I worked them in carefully, thrusting a little faster, the wet sounds filling the quiet room. Her breathing grew heavier even as she tried to push weakly at my arm.

I pulled my fingers out, shiny with her juices, and set my phone on the nightstand, camera already recording. Then I stripped quickly and climbed over her. I pushed her kameez up over her breasts and yanked her salwar and panties completely off. She was drunk and disoriented but still resisted a little — legs trying to close, hands pushing at my chest. “No… bhai… not like this…” she slurred.

I spread her thighs wide anyway and rubbed my hard cock against her slick folds. “Just relax, Gurpreet. You’re so wet already.” I pressed the thick head against her entrance and pushed forward. She gasped sharply as I stretched her open. Inch by inch I sank into her tight, drunk pussy — the heat and grip almost overwhelming. She was tighter than I imagined, her walls fluttering around my shaft as I buried myself balls-deep. I stayed still for a moment, savoring it, then started fucking her properly.

I thrust hard and deep, the bed creaking with every stroke. Her full breasts bounced under the pushed-up kameez as I pounded her. I leaned down, sucking and biting at her nipples while slamming into her. Gurpreet’s resistance faded into drunken moans. At one point she started saying it clearly on camera: “Fuck me… Aman… brother… harder…” Her hips moved a little in response despite herself. I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her ass up, and took her even deeper from behind, spanking her ass red while railing her. Then back on her back, legs over my shoulders, fucking her with long, punishing strokes until I buried myself deep and came hard inside her, pumping thick ropes of cum into her pussy. I pulled out and added more across her belly and tits for good measure, marking her.

I left her there — naked, cum-covered, breathing heavily in her drunken sleep.

I will post her pics in next part