Sister’s forbidden Incest Lust

This is my first Incest Lesbian story. This is not the proper real story. It is a combination of reality and fantasy. The story of two sisters’ forbidden Incestuous relationships.

The story takes place in Indore, Madhya Pradesh. Kishor (Father), 45 years old, works at a bank. Meenakshi (Mother), 42 years old, is a housewife. They used to live with their three children in a three-bedroom house with a kitchen.

Himanshi, the eldest daughter, is 23 years old and the most beautiful girl with her slender body and medium-sized breasts. She was studying in Delhi.

The second daughter, Giya, is a beautiful 20-year-old girl with a slightly thicker build and large breasts. She was in her 3rd year.

The third youngest Son, Naman, is a 19-year-old skinny teenage boy.

The story began when their Elder Daughter, Himanshi, came back home after three years of hostel life. The sun was shining on Himanshi as she stepped out of the train at Indore Station, a big bag slung over her shoulder.

Three years in a Delhi hostel had reshaped her, sharpening her edges and making her more beautiful and sexy. Meenakshi and Naman came to the railway station to take her home.

“Himanshi Di!” Naman, now grown tall and thin, came down the stairs to grab her heavy bag.

Naman: “Welcome back! Di, How’s college life treating you?”

Himanshi: “Exhausting, as always,” She laughed, stroking his hair. “But it’s great to be home.”

Meenakshi hugged her warmly, the scent of spices and comfort wrapping around her.
Meenakshi: “You’ve become so thin! Are you not eating properly? Your Papa is at the bank, but he’ll be thrilled to see you.”

They arrived home.

Himanshi: “Mummy, where is Giya?”

Meenakshi: “She is probably inside her room, glued to her phone.”

Giya came out of her room, her face filled with joy, and she gave her a tight hug. Himanshi’s life settled back into its comforting rhythm. At dinner, Kishor, her father, fussed over her, filling her plate high with food.

Naman entertained her with the stories of his college cricket matches. In the evenings, everyone spent time on the small veranda, sipping chai and swatting away mosquitoes.

However, sharing a room with Giya again felt strange. Giya, always the bubbly one, seemed suppressed, almost distant. “Everything okay, Giya?” Himanshi asked one night as they lay in their twin beds, the ceiling fan whirring above.

Giya shrugged, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Just tired, Di. College is a drag.” Himanshi frowned; she knew her sister well enough to sense there was more to it. “Come on, spill. You can tell me anything.”

“It’s nothing, really,” Giya mumbled, turning onto her side. “Just…stuff.”

The next day, Himanshi decided to take a shower. But the bathroom door had been broken weeks ago. So she couldn’t lock it from inside.

“Mummy, could you please remind Papa to fix that door?” Himanshi asked as she reached for a towel. “It’s a bit unsettling.”

“I will, beta,” Meenakshi replied, stirring a pot on the stove. “Just shout if you need anything.”

The water was hot, almost burning, as it fell upon her skin. She put on the soap, the floral scent filling the small space. Leaning against the cool tile, she closed her eyes, letting the tension from her day melt away.

Unknowingly, Giya went toward the bathroom, lost in her thoughts. She needed a painkiller for her headache. The door was not properly closed, and as she slightly pushed it open, her eyes widened in shock.

Himanshi, her elder sister, stood with her bare back to her, completely naked, her slender body shining with water. Her dark black hair stuck to her back, highlighting the delicate curve of her sexy waist.

The view of her bare backside, her perfectly round ass surrounded by soft hair near her ass crack, sent a shock through Giya. She had never seen her sister like this—so sexy, so…beautiful.

Her heart was racing, and unexpected warmth spread in her stomach. The curve of Himanshi’s waist, the flash of her ass, and the way the water beaded on her skin felt strangely intoxicating.

Himanshi was standing against the door, so she didn’t know her sister was looking at her. She moves slightly towards her right to pick up the soap, her bare pussy with a lot of hair exposed in front of Giya. Giya’s jaw just dropped.

She never thought Himanshi could have that much hair down there. Her eyes fixed on Himanshi’s dark, erect nipples. Her boobs were not that big, but they looked perfectly round.

Suddenly, Himanshi turned towards the door. Her eyes widened in surprise and shock.

Himanshi: “Giya! What are you doing here?”

Giya stuttered, her cheeks burning. “I…I just needed a painkiller. I didn’t know you were inside.”

“Obviously!” Himanshi snapped, quickly grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. “Can’t you even knock?”

“Sorry, Di,” Giya mumbled, backing out of the bathroom. “I didn’t mean to…”

She runs to their room, her mind racing. The image of Himanshi, naked and wet, was fixed in her brain. She had never looked at her sister like that before. She had never looked at anyone like that before. What was happening to her?

The next few days were hard for her. Giya found herself obsessively replaying the scene in her mind. Her body reacted with a confusing mix of shame and arousal. She caught herself staring at Himanshi, noticing the way her clothes clung to her body, the way she moved, the way she smelled.

She was feeling guilty. This was her sister! She shouldn’t be having these thoughts, these desires. But she couldn’t seem to stop them. She wants to watch her again. She knows it’s not right, but her inner desires take over her mind.

One afternoon, the house was quiet. Mummy had gone to visit a relative, Papa was at the bank, and Naman was at cricket practice. Giya knew it was the time when Himanshi took her shower.

The day, the moment she had been waiting for, came. A reckless and terrifying idea occurred to her. Why not capture this scene for the future? She slowly went towards the bathroom and slightly pushed the door.

Her heart was racing in her chest. Her fingers were trembling. Her phone was in her hand; she placed it in a slight gap between the door and the door frame. Himanshi was humming softly, lost in her world, revealing glimpses of her body.

Giya’s breath stuck in her throat. She steadied her hand and pressed the record button on her phone. The next few minutes were a blur of adrenaline and shame. She filmed Himanshi, her completely nude body, the water falling over her skin.

She zoomed in on her breasts, her nipples, her pussy and the curve of her hips. She felt like a pervert who was recording her sister bathing, but she couldn’t stop herself. When Himanshi finally turned off the water, Giya scrambled out of the bathroom.

Her heart threatened to burst from her chest. She ran to their room and closed the door behind her. She collapsed onto her bed, her body trembling. What had she done? She was a terrible person. She should delete the video and erase it from her memory.

But she couldn’t. She opened her phone and pressed the play button. There was Himanshi, her naked body glistening in the shower light. The video was shaky due to the bad angle, but it was still usable. Giya watched, mesmerised, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

She could feel the wetness between her legs. Her hand shifted down to her panties. The fabric felt wet against her skin, already damp with eroticism. She closed her eyes, the image of Himanshi’s naked body filling her mind.

She imagined running her hands over her skin, kissing her neck, tasting her sweet pussy lips. Her fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties. She touched herself, tentatively at first, then with increasing urgency. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming.

She moaned softly, her body leaning against the bed. She masturbated thinking about her elder sister. The orgasm hit her like an electrical wave, a rush of pure sensation. She cried out, her body cramping. When it was over, she lay breathlessly, her body soaked with sweat.

After some time, she felt disgusted with herself and ashamed. But beneath the shame, there was a flicker of something else: a sense of power, of control. She had seen Himanshi naked and touched herself while thinking of her. She had crossed a line, and there was no going back.

She knew she should delete the video and put the entire episode behind her. Yet, she found herself unable to do so. It had become her secret, her guilty pleasure, and the addiction of watching it again was too strong to resist.

The video turned into an obsession. She watched it daily, sometimes even several times a day. She memorised every curve of Himanshi’s body and every detail of her face. She fantasised about touching her, kissing her, and eliciting soft moans from her.

Deep down, she understood it was wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. The thrill, the danger, and the addiction to the forbidden pleasure had corrupted her completely.

She started to feel bored. She wanted more than just a video. She wanted to feel Himanshi’s body in real life, and she decided to go one step further and try to seduce her for sex.

In the next part, we will get to know how Giya seduced Himanshi and made her addicted to sex.