My sister

The bull kept one hand on Sravya’s hip where she was bent over the table and nodded at the phone.

“Call her. Ananya. Now.”

Sravya’s fingers shook when she dialed. Ananya answered on the second ring, voice bright, asking if everything was fine. Sravya told her the house was ready, that she should come for dinner, that it would only take a little while. Ananya laughed and said she was already close, twenty minutes. Sravya hung up. The bull pushed back into her slowly while they waited. She moaned against the wood and pushed onto him. She did not ask him to stop.

Ananya knocked at the twenty-minute mark. Sravya opened the door with her dress crooked and her hair tangled. Ananya stepped inside carrying a bottle of wine, taller than Sravya, hair loose, wearing a simple dark dress. She saw me tied to the chair and froze. She saw the bull. She saw the marks on the table.

“It’s a game,” Sravya said. Her voice was steadier than her hands. “He likes to watch. Come in.”

Ananya set the wine down. She was still deciding when the bull caught her wrist and pulled her to the table. She said wait. He lifted her up, shoved the dress to her waist, and pushed two fingers into her. She was wet. She cursed and grabbed his shoulders. He freed his cock and drove into her in one long stroke. Ananya cried out, loud, head falling back. He fucked her hard, hips snapping, one hand pinning her wrists. She wrapped her legs around him after the third thrust. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes from the stretch. She still met him.

He pulled out, turned her over, and took her from behind. Ananya braced her hands and sobbed on the deeper strokes, the thickness too much at first, then moaned when he reached under and rubbed her. Sravya stayed beside her on the table. The bull grabbed Sravya’s hair and pushed her mouth onto Ananya’s. They kissed, open and messy, while he fucked Ananya until she came with a sharp, broken cry, thighs shaking, face wet. He finished inside her and pulled out.

“Both,” he said.

He bent them over the couch side by side. Sravya took him first, pushing back, already open, moaning. Ananya waited, crying quietly, scared, until he pulled out of Sravya and pushed into her. She sobbed on the first deep stroke, voice thin with pain, then moaned on the second. He switched between them—Sravya grinding, Ananya’s tears falling onto the cushion—while I watched. Ananya came with her face pressed to the fabric, crying through it. The bull fucked her harder, then moved to Sravya and finished across both of their lower backs.

He untied my wrists but left my ankles bound. “Fuck her. Your sister. Sravya holds her. Deal.”

Sravya nodded. She helped Ananya onto my lap. Ananya was tight, shaking, still crying. She sank down slowly, whimpering at the stretch, tears on my chest. I held her hips. She rode in short, pained motions at first, then faster, while Sravya stood behind her and whispered that she was doing well. Ananya came quickly, clenching, sobbing my name. I thrust up and finished inside her. Sravya kissed her neck and told her she was perfect.

The bull made them switch. Ananya knelt and took him into her mouth, gagging hard, eyes streaming, spit running down her chin, while Sravya rode me in the chair, grinding, moaning into my neck. He fucked Ananya’s throat until she cried and choked, then bent her over the couch and took her doggy style while Sravya kept riding. Ananya’s voice broke on every thrust, pain and pleasure tangled, tears falling. She came again, pushing back despite the fear. The bull finished inside her. Sravya came a moment later around me, and I came with her while Ananya stayed bent over, breathing hard, scared and shaking.

Sravya reached for the phone and started recording. The bull looked at both of them. Ananya did not ask to leave. She was frightened, but she turned her head and reached back for him again. Sravya smiled and guided him in while the camera watched. He fucked Ananya hard from behind, one hand in her hair, while Sravya knelt and sucked me clean, deep and wet. Ananya cried through another orgasm. The bull finished inside her once more and pulled out. Sravya kissed Ananya slow and open, then looked at me.

“She stays tonight,” Sravya said. “That’s the deal.”

Ananya nodded, small and scared, and did not move away when the bull stepped behind her again. The room stayed quiet. The hunger had room enough for all of us.