I am Ishrat.
That first night as a married couple left me feeling strange and empty inside. Today was supposed to be special — our suhaag raat — but because I was pregnant, I couldn't give myself to Sadab the way a new bride should. It felt wrong, like something important was missing on such an important day.
Although deep down I knew it was wrong, I still made a decision.
I quietly called my elder sister Sabiha into the room. Sabiha is two years older than me. In most Indian families, the big sister marries first, but because of what Sadab and I had done, my wedding happened before hers. She came in, looking concerned, and asked softly, "Ishrat, what happened? Why did you call me?"
I hesitated for a moment, then told her everything — how Sadab was my husband now, how I was pregnant, and how I couldn't let him have sex on our first night. "He shouldn't feel deprived on such a special day," I whispered. "So… I want you to serve him. Give him the pleasure of the first night."
Sabiha's eyes widened in shock. "What are you saying, Ishrat?!" she hissed angrily. "Have you gone mad?"
I looked down, then gathered courage and said, "Sister… I have seen Sadab's photos saved on your mobile. I never said anything. I also saw you… touching yourself while looking at his pictures. Now I am giving you a chance. Instead of just fantasising, you can do it directly with him."
Hearing this, Sabiha became completely shocked. She stood there silent, her face turning red.
After a long pause, she quietly closed the door behind her and walked towards Sadab.
Sadab looked confused and turned to me. "Ish… what is this?"
I forced a small smile and said, "It's okay, Sadu. She is my sister. She has the same blood, same qualities as me. Please… it's fine."
Sadab hesitated for a few seconds, looking between us, but then he nodded slowly. He stepped closer to Sabiha. She was wearing a simple red salwar kameez from the wedding functions — the dupatta already gone. Sadab's hands moved to the hem of her kameez. He slowly pulled it upwards. Sabiha's arms trembled as she instinctively tried to cover her chest, but she didn't stop him. The kameez came off, revealing her white lacy bra that barely held her full, round breasts. Her cheeks burned deep red; she looked down, biting her lower lip hard, her breathing already fast.
Next, Sadab untied the knot of her salwar. The pants slid down her smooth legs, pooling at her ankles. She stepped out of them shyly, now standing only in her bra and matching white panties. Her body was beautiful — fair skin, soft curves, slightly thicker thighs than mine, and a small belly that jiggled a little when she breathed. Sabiha's hands flew to cover her breasts and between her legs, her whole body shaking with embarrassment. "Bhaiya… please…" she whispered, voice barely audible, but her eyes were already glassy with a mix of fear and hidden desire.
Sadab didn't waste time. He unhooked her bra from behind. Her heavy breasts spilled out freely — big, round, with dark brown nipples already hard and pointing. Sabiha gasped and tried to cover them again, but Sadab gently pulled her hands away. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down slowly. Her pussy came into view — neatly trimmed black hair, puffy outer lips, and a hint of wetness already glistening between them. Sabiha was completely naked now, completely exposed in front of both of us. She was blushing so hard her ears were red. Her legs pressed together tightly, trying to hide her most private part, but Sadab gently parted them.
He quickly removed his own clothes. His cock sprang out — thick, hard, and already leaking pre-cum at the tip. Sabiha's eyes widened when she saw it. She looked scared, but she didn't run.
Sadab laid her down on the bed right next to me. He climbed on top of her, kissing her neck, sucking on her breasts, making her moan softly despite her shyness. Her hands clutched the bedsheet as he spread her legs wide. I watched everything up close. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, then pushed forward.
Sabiha cried out as he entered her. "Ahhh… it hurts… bhaiya…" Her virginity tore as his thick cock stretched her tight, untouched pussy. A small trickle of blood mixed with her juices. Sadab groaned in pleasure and kept pushing until he was buried completely inside her. Sabiha's face was twisted in pain at first, tears in her eyes, her body stiff and shy. But as he started moving — slow, deep strokes — her expression began to change.
Her shyness started melting. Her breathing turned into soft moans. "Uhh… ohh… Sadab…" she whispered, her hips starting to lift a little to meet his thrusts. The pain turned into pleasure. Her hands moved from clutching the sheet to holding his back, then to his hair, pulling him closer. Her big breasts bounced with every thrust. Her pussy made wet, squelching sounds as he fucked her harder.
That night, right in front of my eyes, Sadab fucked my sister Sabiha five times.
First round: slow and deep, taking her virginity completely. He came inside her with a loud groan, flooding her womb with his hot sperm while she shivered and came for the first time in her life.
Second round: he made her ride him. Sabiha was no longer shy — she was grinding on his cock, her breasts bouncing wildly, moaning his name loudly.
Third round: he bent her over the bed, fucking her from behind like an animal, slapping her ass while she pushed back against him, completely lost in lust.
Fourth and fifth rounds: long and rough. He fucked her missionary again, legs over his shoulders, pounding her pussy mercilessly. Every single time he came deep inside her, filling her with load after load of his cum. By the end, Sabiha's pussy was overflowing — white sperm leaking out onto the bedsheet. She was no longer the shy big sister. She was moaning like a whore, kissing him passionately, begging him not to stop.
I sat there the whole time, watching my husband deflower and breed my own sister on our wedding night. I felt strangely happy that Sadab was satisfied… but deep inside, a heavy regret was already growing.
I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.
And I didn't know yet how much this one night would destroy everything.