Hey guys, Smriti here, i am going to share my first ever incest story among many nepali incest stories in Gopya Katha.
I’m finally moving to Kathmandu to be with my brother Suresh again after months apart. I’ve really missed him, and not just as a brother. During the lockdown, something unexpected happened between us—something taboo and incredibly hot. It started slowly, but it quickly turned into a whirlwind of forbidden passion.
It all began one lazy afternoon when our parents were out. Suresh and I were home alone, watching a movie in the living room. I was sprawled out on the couch, and he was sitting on the floor, leaning against my legs. It was casual, but there was this underlying tension, a spark neither of us could ignore.
At one point, Suresh shifted, and his hand brushed against my calf. It was just a small touch, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me. I looked down at him, and our eyes met. There was this intensity in his gaze, a hunger that matched my own. I quickly looked away, my heart pounding.
A few days later, we were in the kitchen, cooking dinner together. I was chopping vegetables, and Suresh was standing behind me, watching. I could feel his eyes on me, and it made me nervous and excited. I reached up to grab a plate from the cabinet, and my shirt rode up, exposing a bit of skin. Suresh’s hand was suddenly there, his fingers lightly tracing the small of my back. I shivered at his touch but didn’t pull away. Instead, I leaned into him for a moment before turning around to face him. We were inches apart, the air between us charged. But then we heard our parents’ car pull into the driveway, and we quickly stepped away from each other.
Another time, I was taking a shower and realized I had forgotten my towel in my room. I wrapped myself in a robe and peeked out of the bathroom, calling for Suresh to bring me a towel. He came up the stairs, towel in hand, and as he handed it to me, his fingers brushed against mine. I looked up at him, and there was that intensity again, that hunger in his eyes. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.
These moments kept building tension between us until one day, when our parents were out, Suresh and I found ourselves alone in my bedroom. We were talking, laughing, and then suddenly, we were kissing. It was a hungry, passionate kiss, filled with all the longing and desire that had been building up between us. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.
The whole time we were apart, all I could think about was being with him again. Teasing him while our parents were still here, I could tell he was getting so turned on. Little touches here and there, innocent on the surface but charged with hidden meaning. A hand on his arm, a brush of our fingers as we passed each other in the hallway, a shared look across the room that spoke volumes. As soon as our parents left, Suresh pounced on me, and we started making out against the door. It felt so good to finally kiss him again, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hungry passion. Our bodies pressed together, our breaths coming in sync, it was as if no time had passed at all. We were finally together again, and it felt incredible.
“Suresh, you’ve gotten so naughty,” I teased him as he pulled me close, his hands gripping my ass firmly.
“I haven’t even started yet,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. He carried me to the bedroom, his strong arms holding me effortlessly.
He laid me down on the bed and started kissing my neck, pinning my hands above my head with one hand while the other roamed my body. His lips felt electric on my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. Slowly, he lifted my top, kissing his way up my stomach, his tongue tracing circles around my belly button. I gasped as he reached my breasts, already aching for his touch.
Thankfully, Suresh didn’t make me wait long. Peeling off my top, he immediately latched onto one hard nipple, his mouth hot and wet while palming the other breast, his thumb circling my other nipple. I moaned wildly, arching into his mouth, my body begging for more. He knew exactly how to drive me crazy, his teeth gently grazing my sensitive flesh.
After thoroughly ravishing my chest, Suresh laid his body over mine, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me through our clothes, the heat of him making my pussy throb with anticipation. I was already dripping wet for him, my juices soaking through my panties. He must have been able to feel the heat coming off me, his hips grinding against mine.
Reaching down between our bodies, Suresh slid his hand into my panties, his fingers gliding through my wet, slippery folds. I moaned into his mouth as he plunged two fingers deep inside me, his thumb circling my clit with firm, deliberate strokes. He began fucking me hard with his fingers, curling them to hit my G-spot, his movements intense and purposeful. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, but I needed more—I craved his cock.
Thankfully, Suresh knew exactly what I needed. After bringing me to the brink with his fingers, he moved down between my legs, his hot breath on my inner thighs sending shivers up my spine. He lifted my hips to his mouth and buried his tongue in my soaked pussy, lapping up my juices with eager, hungry licks. I screamed in pure ecstasy as he devoured me, his tongue fucking me deeply, exploring every inch of my wet, throbbing cunt.
Through the haze of pleasure, I noticed the massive bulge tenting the front of his shorts. I wanted to taste him too, my mouth watering at the thought of his cock. Grabbing his hips, I yanked down his shorts and underwear, freeing his rock-hard dick. It sprang out, thick and veiny, the tip already glistening with precum. I sucked him into my mouth greedily, savoring his deep groans as my tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing every ridge and vein.
We sixty-nined each other frantically, our bodies writhing together in a dance of pure, unadulterated lust. Suresh’s fingers dug into my thighs as he feasted on me, his tongue bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, his hips bucking as he fucked my face with wild abandon. I took him deeper, relaxing my throat to take him all in, gagging slightly but loving every second of it.
Finally, we both exploded in orgasm, our bodies convulsing with intense pleasure. Suresh cleaned my juices from his face, his tongue licking his lips clean, while I swallowed every drop of his hot cum, the salty taste of him filling my mouth. Finally sated for the moment, we cuddled naked, sharing lazy kisses, our bodies still tingling with aftershocks. But of course, round two started as soon as he recovered, his cock hardening against my thigh, ready for more.
Later, after several more passionate and intense rounds in bed and up against the shower wall, the hot water cascading over our bodies as he pounded into me from behind, we basked in the afterglow, wrapped up in each other. “I missed you so much, Suresh. Especially this insatiable side of you,” I admitted softly, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “From now on, you have full access to my body whenever you want, until I get married someday.”
Suresh grinned, pulling me closer. “I missed you too, Smriti. And that goes for you as well—you can use my cock whenever you need it.” I smiled against his chest, my heart fluttering with happiness. Finally, we could be together all the time like this, our bodies entwined in a dance of forbidden passion.
We made love all night long, waking each other up with oral before work the next day. Suresh’s tongue brought me to a shuddering orgasm as I took his cock deep in my mouth, the taste of him filling my senses. This became our scandalous little routine, our bodies always ready and eager for each other. I hope it can last as long as possible. No one has ever made me feel as good as my brother… I think I’m falling in love. The way he touches me, the way he knows my body, it’s like we were made for each other. Our taboo love story is just beginning, and I can’t wait to see where it takes us.