u/RevolutionarySaint

Disclaimer(s):

• Some of the events/conversational dialogues mentioned are slightly altered to make it more spicy. But I promise it was just as hot, or even hotter in person doing it as it feels when you read it.
• All ages mentioned are during the time the events happened - 2024 (Jun to Dec).

Hey everyone, I (24M) am back with another story of how I ended up fucking my cheating ex GF's (24F) younger sister (21F). I know it sounds too good to be true, but really it was just filthy, delicious, and exactly what we both needed.

It was August 2024, and my GF at the time, Ananya, flew in from London for two weeks, all smiles and “I missed you, baby” texts. We’d been together almost three years at that time. I’m in Chennai, doing my corporate grind, and she’s supposed to be the one. We've had several rough patches through the one year of long-distance phase. I went through her phone because I was suspicious and found her flirty and explicit texts with the guy she claimed was "only a friend". She cried, denied, then finally admitted after hours of argument that it had been going on for months.

She was supposed to stay with me in Chennai while pretending that she was bunking with her younger sister - Anvita - who had just moved to Chennai a month back for her job. She ended up leaving to her sister's place and blocked me on everything. Honestly, good riddance. During the first few days before I found out, Anvita had given me these wary, side-eye looks every time I came over, like she already knew her sister was trash. Ananya used to bitch about her constantly: “Anvi’s such a brat, always judging me.” Turns out the brat was right.

I didn’t think much about why Anvi never blocked me. We weren’t close, but I used to treat her well. She had a boyfriend, Harsh, some marketing kid who had never been with a girl before. I used to see her stories — partying, clubbing, living her best 21-year-old life, while I was getting over Ananya in the worst way possible.

Then late November, a random Friday night. I’m at this rooftop pub in Nungambakkam with my boys, sober because I was driving. Anvi’s there with her office crowd — mostly older folks, loud and tipsy. She’s in a tight black and red dress that hugged every curve, hair messy from dancing, cheeks flushed. She spots me across the bar and freezes for half a second. Then she waves me over like we’re old friends.

We end up in a quiet corner and start talking. She’s properly drunk and suddenly her eyes well up. “I wanted to tell you,” she whispers, voice cracking. “About Ananya. I knew. I saw the messages once when I visited her in London and she left her phone unlocked. But I didn’t know how to say it without blowing up everything.” She wipes her eyes. “You were always so good to her. Even to me. You’d ask how my college was going, remember my food preferences when I used to visit you guys here. She’s a bitch, dude. You deserved much better.”

Her colleagues hover, but she waves them off, tells them it’s family stuff. Then she drops the bomb: she’s broken up with Harsh. “He’s too possessive and toxic. Not like you.”

I wasn’t expecting any of this. But when she asks if I can drop her home because she’s too gone to Uber, I say yes. On the drive, windows down, Chennai night air rushing in, she puts her hand on my thigh. “Can we just… drive a little? I need to sober up before I go home and pass out.” We drive around for around 30 minutes and stop for chai in between. She’s been flirty the whole ride, laughing too loud at my lame jokes. My apartment was on the way back to her place. When we were close to it, she says, “You live nearby right? Show me your place.. you were saying you set up the place nicely after the breakup. I wanna see it.”

Honestly I knew what was gonna happen. We reach my place, and as soon as we step inside and shut the door, I kiss her. She gasps, surprised, pulls a little back but then not a second later her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. Her mouth tastes like vodka and cherry lip gloss. She’s slightly smaller than Ananya, tighter everywhere, and she kisses like she’s been starving for it.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” she breathes against my lips. We don’t even make it to the bedroom. We just go at it on the couch. We start kissing and making out like it was the last night of our lives. Her dress rides up, my hands sliding up those smooth thighs. She’s soaked already. I push her panties aside and she moans loud enough for the neighbors to hear when my fingers find her. Her pussy was fucking tight, and wet. She grinds against my hand, whispering filthy things in my ear: “I bet you've always wondered what it feels like to be inside me. I need you to tell me I fuck better than her while you’re inside me.”

We move to the bed. I take my clothes off in a frenzy. She also takes off her dress and teases me by giving me a short sweet lapdance on my bare cock. She takes off her grandma panties and bra as well (she later admitted she didn't even think she would hookup with anyone). She climbs on top first, riding me slow and deep, tits bouncing, nails digging into my chest. The way she moved her hips — it was pure sin. I grabbed her ass, guiding her faster, and she came hard, clenching around me, moaning my name like a prayer. Then I flipped her, took her from behind, hard and fast. She loved it rough. Begged for more.

We tried everything that night. She wanted to do anal also. She had never done it before, and was drunk enough so she wouldn't feel it till the next day. I made sure to first make her butthole wet with my tongue deep inside it. Then after some patience and lots of lube, I was buried deep inside her ass, me on top with her legs up on my shoulders. The sounds she made — half-pain, half-bliss — were a drug for my ears. We finished two sweaty intense loud rounds that night and fell asleep cuddling each other.

When I wake up in the morning, she's sleeping and drooling on my chest. I wake her up with a kiss on her forehead and lips and run my hands all over her and slowly guide it in between her legs and inside her. She wakes up gasping and tightens her thighs around my arms. She tells me to eat her out, and I go down on her, and she locks me down there tightly (her leg days paid off I guess). After a few minutes of me eating her out, she tells me she wants to try something. She makes me lie down, lifts my leg up, and she positions herself on top of me. She starts riding me in the Amazon position. That was one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life. She kept whispering, “I’m better than her, right? Say it.” I did. Multiple times. And this time I finished inside her. She took a pill to be safe. Later we went out for a brunch and I dropped her home. Ananya ended up calling her in the middle to bitch about her mom and roommate and I think Anvi was trying hard not to tell her anything, grinning whenever I teased her with some stuff.

We fucked a lot more times over the next couple of months. Always raw, always intense. We made sure to track her periods. Even though we vibed like crazy, we both knew it couldn’t go anywhere. Family would lose their minds especially with Ananya in the equation. She got into a relationship with some other guy soon after, and we faded into just being good distant friends. She still texts if she needs some help from me. She even helped make one of my office girls who was playing around with me jealous once, which led to me sleeping with that girl… but that’s another story.

Moral of the tale? I dated the wrong sister.

Guess revenge tastes best when it’s tight, wet, and riding you reverse cowgirl at 3 a.m.

Disclaimer(s):

• Some of the events/conversational dialogues mentioned are slightly altered to make it more spicy. But I promise it was just as hot, or even hotter in person doing it as it feels when you read it.
• All ages mentioned are during the time the events happened - 2024 (Jun to Dec).

Hey everyone, I (24M) am back with another story of how I ended up fucking my cheating ex GF's (24F) younger sister (21F). I know it sounds too good to be true, but really it was just filthy, delicious, and exactly what we both needed.

It was August 2024, and my GF at the time, Ananya, flew in from London for two weeks, all smiles and “I missed you, baby” texts. We’d been together almost three years at that time. I’m in Chennai, doing my corporate grind, and she’s supposed to be the one. We've had several rough patches through the one year of long-distance phase. I went through her phone because I was suspicious and found her flirty and explicit texts with the guy she claimed was "only a friend". She cried, denied, then finally admitted after hours of argument that it had been going on for months.

She was supposed to stay with me in Chennai while pretending that she was bunking with her younger sister - Anvita - who had just moved to Chennai a month back for her job. She ended up leaving to her sister's place and blocked me on everything - Insta, WhatsApp, the whole lot. Honestly, good riddance. During the first few days before I found out, Anvita had given me these wary, side-eye looks every time I came over, like she already knew her sister was trash. Ananya used to bitch about her constantly: “Anvi’s such a brat, always judging me.” Turns out the brat was right.

I didn’t think much about why Anvi never blocked me. We weren’t close, but I used to treat her well. She had a boyfriend, Harsh, some marketing kid who had never been with a girl before. I used to see her Instagram stories — partying, clubbing, living her best 21-year-old life, while I was getting over Ananya in the worst way possible.

Then late November, a random Friday night. I’m at this rooftop pub in Nungambakkam with my boys, sober because I was driving. Anvi’s there with her office crowd — mostly older folks, loud and tipsy. She’s in a tight black and red dress that hugged every curve, hair messy from dancing, cheeks flushed. She spots me across the bar and freezes for half a second. Then she waves me over like we’re old friends.

We end up in a quiet corner and start talking. She’s properly drunk and suddenly her eyes well up. “I wanted to tell you,” she whispers, voice cracking. “About Ananya. I knew. I saw the messages once when I visited her in London and she left her phone unlocked. But I didn’t know how to say it without blowing up everything.” She wipes her eyes. “You were always so good to her. Even to me. You’d ask how my college was going, remember my food preferences when I used to visit you guys here. She’s a bitch, dude. You deserved much better.”

Her colleagues hover, but she waves them off, tells them it’s family stuff. Then she drops the bomb: she’s broken up with Harsh. “He’s too possessive and toxic. Not like you.”

I wasn’t expecting any of this. But when she asks if I can drop her home because she’s too gone to Uber, I say yes. On the drive, windows down, Chennai night air rushing in, she puts her hand on my thigh. “Can we just… drive a little? I need to sober up before I go home and pass out.” We drive around for around 30 minutes and stop for chai in between. She’s been flirty the whole ride, laughing too loud at my lame jokes. My apartment was on the way back to her place. When we were close to it, she says, “You live nearby right? Show me your place.. you were saying you set up the place nicely after the breakup. I wanna see it.”

Honestly I knew what was gonna happen. We reach my place, and as soon as we step inside and shut the door, I kiss her. She gasps, surprised, pulls a little back but then not a second later her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. Her mouth tastes like vodka and cherry lip gloss. She’s slightly smaller than Ananya, tighter everywhere, and she kisses like she’s been starving for it.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” she breathes against my lips. We don’t even make it to the bedroom. We just go at it on the couch. We start kissing and making out like it was the last night of our lives. Her dress rides up, my hands sliding up those smooth thighs. She’s soaked already. I push her panties aside and she moans loud enough for the neighbors to hear when my fingers find her. Her pussy was fucking tight, and wet. She grinds against my hand, whispering filthy things in my ear: “I bet you've always wondered what it feels like to be inside me. I need you to tell me I fuck better than her while you’re inside me.”

We move to the bed. I take my clothes off in a frenzy. She also takes off her dress and teases me by giving me a short sweet lapdance on my bare cock. She takes off her grandma panties and bra as well (she later admitted she didn't even think she would hookup with anyone). She climbs on top first, riding me slow and deep, tits bouncing, nails digging into my chest. The way she moved her hips — it was pure sin. I grabbed her ass, guiding her faster, and she came hard, clenching around me, moaning my name like a prayer. Then I flipped her, took her from behind, hard and fast. She loved it rough. Begged for more.

We tried everything that night. She wanted to do anal also. She had never done it before, and was drunk enough so she wouldn't feel it till the next day. I made sure to first make her butthole wet with my tongue deep inside it. Then after some patience and lots of lube, I was buried deep inside her ass, me on top with her legs up on my shoulders. The sounds she made — half-pain, half-bliss — were a drug for my ears. We finished two sweaty intense loud rounds that night and fell asleep cuddling each other.

When I wake up in the morning, she's sleeping and drooling on my chest. I wake her up with a kiss on her forehead and lips and run my hands all over her and slowly guide it in between her legs and inside her. She wakes up gasping and tightens her thighs around my arms. She tells me to eat her out, and I go down on her, and she locks me down there tightly (her leg days paid off I guess). After a few minutes of me eating her out, she tells me she wants to try something. She makes me lie down, lifts my leg up, and she positions herself on top of me. She starts riding me in the Amazon position. That was one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life. She kept whispering, “I’m better than her, right? Say it.” I did. Multiple times. And this time I finished inside her. She took a pill to be safe. Later we went out for a brunch and I dropped her home. Ananya ended up calling her in the middle to bitch about her mom and roommate and I think Anvi was trying hard not to tell her anything, grinning whenever I teased her with some stuff.

We fucked a lot more times over the next couple of months. Always raw, always intense. We made sure to track her periods. Even though we vibed like crazy, we both knew it couldn’t go anywhere. Family would lose their minds especially with Ananya in the equation. She got into a relationship with some other guy soon after, and we faded into just being good distant friends. She still texts if she needs some help from me. She even helped make one of my office girls who was playing around with me jealous once, which led to me sleeping with that girl… but that’s another story.

Moral of the tale? I dated the wrong sister.

Guess revenge tastes best when it’s tight, wet, and riding you reverse cowgirl at 3 a.m.

Disclaimer(s):

• Some of the events/conversational dialogues mentioned are slightly altered to make it more spicy. But I promise it was just as hot, or even hotter in person doing it as it feels when you read it.
• All ages mentioned are during the time the events happened - 2024 (Jun to Dec).

Hey everyone, I (24M) am back with another story of how I ended up fucking my cheating ex GF's (24F) younger sister (21F). I know it sounds too good to be true, but really it was just filthy, delicious, and exactly what we both needed.

It was August 2024, and my GF at the time, Ananya, flew in from London for two weeks, all smiles and “I missed you, baby” texts. We’d been together almost three years at that time. I’m in Chennai, doing my corporate grind, and she’s supposed to be the one. We've had several rough patches through the one year of long-distance phase. I went through her phone because I was suspicious and found her flirty and explicit texts with the guy she claimed was "only a friend". She cried, denied, then finally admitted after hours of argument that it had been going on for months.

She was supposed to stay with me in Chennai while pretending that she was bunking with her younger sister - Anvita - who had just moved to Chennai a month back for her job. She ended up leaving to her sister's place and blocked me on everything - Insta, WhatsApp, the whole lot. Honestly, good riddance. During the first few days before I found out, Anvita had given me these wary, side-eye looks every time I came over, like she already knew her sister was trash. Ananya used to bitch about her constantly: “Anvi’s such a brat, always judging me.” Turns out the brat was right.

I didn’t think much about why Anvi never blocked me. We weren’t close, but I used to treat her well. She had a boyfriend, Harsh, some marketing kid who had never been with a girl before. I used to see her Instagram stories — partying, clubbing, living her best 21-year-old life, while I was getting over Ananya in the worst way possible.

Then late November, a random Friday night. I’m at this rooftop pub in Nungambakkam with my boys, sober because I was driving. Anvi’s there with her office crowd — mostly older folks, loud and tipsy. She’s in a tight black and red dress that hugged every curve, hair messy from dancing, cheeks flushed. She spots me across the bar and freezes for half a second. Then she waves me over like we’re old friends.

We end up in a quiet corner and start talking. She’s properly drunk and suddenly her eyes well up. “I wanted to tell you,” she whispers, voice cracking. “About Ananya. I knew. I saw the messages once when I visited her in London and she left her phone unlocked. But I didn’t know how to say it without blowing up everything.” She wipes her eyes. “You were always so good to her. Even to me. You’d ask how my college was going, remember my food preferences when I used to visit you guys here. She’s a bitch, dude. You deserved much better.”

Her colleagues hover, but she waves them off, tells them it’s family stuff. Then she drops the bomb: she’s broken up with Harsh. “He’s too possessive and toxic. Not like you.”

I wasn’t expecting any of this. But when she asks if I can drop her home because she’s too gone to Uber, I say yes. On the drive, windows down, Chennai night air rushing in, she puts her hand on my thigh. “Can we just… drive a little? I need to sober up before I go home and pass out.” We drive around for around 30 minutes and stop for chai in between. She’s been flirty the whole ride, laughing too loud at my lame jokes. My apartment was on the way back to her place. When we were close to it, she says, “You live nearby right? Show me your place.. you were saying you set up the place nicely after the breakup. I wanna see it.”

Honestly I knew what was gonna happen. We reach my place, and as soon as we step inside and shut the door, I kiss her. She gasps, surprised, pulls a little back but then not a second later her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. Her mouth tastes like vodka and cherry lip gloss. She’s slightly smaller than Ananya, tighter everywhere, and she kisses like she’s been starving for it.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” she breathes against my lips. We don’t even make it to the bedroom. We just go at it on the couch. We start kissing and making out like it was the last night of our lives. Her dress rides up, my hands sliding up those smooth thighs. She’s soaked already. I push her panties aside and she moans loud enough for the neighbors to hear when my fingers find her. Her pussy was fucking tight, and wet. She grinds against my hand, whispering filthy things in my ear: “I bet you've always wondered what it feels like to be inside me. I need you to tell me I fuck better than her while you’re inside me.”

We move to the bed. I take my clothes off in a frenzy. She also takes off her dress and teases me by giving me a short sweet lapdance on my bare cock. She takes off her grandma panties and bra as well (she later admitted she didn't even think she would hookup with anyone). She climbs on top first, riding me slow and deep, tits bouncing, nails digging into my chest. The way she moved her hips — it was pure sin. I grabbed her ass, guiding her faster, and she came hard, clenching around me, moaning my name like a prayer. Then I flipped her, took her from behind, hard and fast. She loved it rough. Begged for more.

We tried everything that night. She wanted to do anal also. She had never done it before, and was drunk enough so she wouldn't feel it till the next day. I made sure to first make her butthole wet with my tongue deep inside it. Then after some patience and lots of lube, I was buried deep inside her ass, me on top with her legs up on my shoulders. The sounds she made — half-pain, half-bliss — were a drug for my ears. We finished two sweaty intense loud rounds that night and fell asleep cuddling each other.

When I wake up in the morning, she's sleeping and drooling on my chest. I wake her up with a kiss on her forehead and lips and run my hands all over her and slowly guide it in between her legs and inside her. She wakes up gasping and tightens her thighs around my arms. She tells me to eat her out, and I go down on her, and she locks me down there tightly (her leg days paid off I guess). After a few minutes of me eating her out, she tells me she wants to try something. She makes me lie down, lifts my leg up, and she positions herself on top of me. She starts riding me in the Amazon position. That was one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life. She kept whispering, “I’m better than her, right? Say it.” I did. Multiple times. And this time I finished inside her. She took a pill to be safe. Later we went out for a brunch and I dropped her home. Ananya ended up calling her in the middle to bitch about her mom and roommate and I think Anvi was trying hard not to tell her anything, grinning whenever I teased her with some stuff.

We fucked a lot more times over the next couple of months. Always raw, always intense. We made sure to track her periods. Even though we vibed like crazy, we both knew it couldn’t go anywhere. Family would lose their minds especially with Ananya in the equation. She got into a relationship with some other guy soon after, and we faded into just being good distant friends. She still texts if she needs some help from me. She even helped make one of my office girls who was playing around with me jealous once, which led to me sleeping with that girl… but that’s another story.

Moral of the tale? I dated the wrong sister.

Guess revenge tastes best when it’s tight, wet, and riding you reverse cowgirl at 3 a.m.

Disclaimer(s):

• Some of the events/conversational dialogues mentioned are slightly altered to make it more spicy. But I promise it was just as hot, or even hotter in person doing it as it feels when you read it.
• All ages mentioned are during the time the events happened - 2024 (Jun to Dec).

Hey everyone, I (24M) am back with another story of how I ended up fucking my cheating ex GF's (24F) younger sister (21F). I know it sounds too good to be true, but really it was just filthy, delicious, and exactly what we both needed.

It was August 2024, and my GF at the time, Ananya, flew in from London for two weeks, all smiles and “I missed you, baby” texts. We’d been together almost three years at that time. I’m in Chennai, doing my corporate grind, and she’s supposed to be the one. We've had several rough patches through the one year of long-distance phase. I went through her phone because I was suspicious and found her flirty and explicit texts with the guy she claimed was "only a friend". She cried, denied, then finally admitted after hours of argument that it had been going on for months.

She was supposed to stay with me in Chennai while pretending that she was bunking with her younger sister - Anvita - who had just moved to Chennai a month back for her job. She ended up leaving to her sister's place and blocked me on everything - Insta, WhatsApp, the whole lot. Honestly, good riddance. During the first few days before I found out, Anvita had given me these wary, side-eye looks every time I came over, like she already knew her sister was trash. Ananya used to bitch about her constantly: “Anvi’s such a brat, always judging me.” Turns out the brat was right.

I didn’t think much about why Anvi never blocked me. We weren’t close, but I used to treat her well. She had a boyfriend, Harsh, some marketing kid who had never been with a girl before. I used to see her Instagram stories — partying, clubbing, living her best 21-year-old life, while I was getting over Ananya in the worst way possible.

Then late November, a random Friday night. I’m at this rooftop pub in Nungambakkam with my boys, sober because I was driving. Anvi’s there with her office crowd — mostly older folks, loud and tipsy. She’s in a tight black and red dress that hugged every curve, hair messy from dancing, cheeks flushed. She spots me across the bar and freezes for half a second. Then she waves me over like we’re old friends.

We end up in a quiet corner and start talking. She’s properly drunk and suddenly her eyes well up. “I wanted to tell you,” she whispers, voice cracking. “About Ananya. I knew. I saw the messages once when I visited her in London and she left her phone unlocked. But I didn’t know how to say it without blowing up everything.” She wipes her eyes. “You were always so good to her. Even to me. You’d ask how my college was going, remember my food preferences when I used to visit you guys here. She’s a bitch, dude. You deserved much better.”

Her colleagues hover, but she waves them off, tells them it’s family stuff. Then she drops the bomb: she’s broken up with Harsh. “He’s too possessive and toxic. Not like you.”

I wasn’t expecting any of this. But when she asks if I can drop her home because she’s too gone to Uber, I say yes. On the drive, windows down, Chennai night air rushing in, she puts her hand on my thigh. “Can we just… drive a little? I need to sober up before I go home and pass out.” We drive around for around 30 minutes and stop for chai in between. She’s been flirty the whole ride, laughing too loud at my lame jokes. My apartment was on the way back to her place. When we were close to it, she says, “You live nearby right? Show me your place.. you were saying you set up the place nicely after the breakup. I wanna see it.”

Honestly I knew what was gonna happen. We reach my place, and as soon as we step inside and shut the door, I kiss her. She gasps, surprised, pulls a little back but then not a second later her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. Her mouth tastes like vodka and cherry lip gloss. She’s slightly smaller than Ananya, tighter everywhere, and she kisses like she’s been starving for it.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” she breathes against my lips. We don’t even make it to the bedroom. We just go at it on the couch. We start kissing and making out like it was the last night of our lives. Her dress rides up, my hands sliding up those smooth thighs. She’s soaked already. I push her panties aside and she moans loud enough for the neighbors to hear when my fingers find her. Her pussy was fucking tight, and wet. She grinds against my hand, whispering filthy things in my ear: “I bet you've always wondered what it feels like to be inside me. I need you to tell me I fuck better than her while you’re inside me.”

We move to the bed. I take my clothes off in a frenzy. She also takes off her dress and teases me by giving me a short sweet lapdance on my bare cock. She takes off her grandma panties and bra as well (she later admitted she didn't even think she would hookup with anyone). She climbs on top first, riding me slow and deep, tits bouncing, nails digging into my chest. The way she moved her hips — it was pure sin. I grabbed her ass, guiding her faster, and she came hard, clenching around me, moaning my name like a prayer. Then I flipped her, took her from behind, hard and fast. She loved it rough. Begged for more.

We tried everything that night. She wanted to do anal also. She had never done it before, and was drunk enough so she wouldn't feel it till the next day. I made sure to first make her butthole wet with my tongue deep inside it. Then after some patience and lots of lube, I was buried deep inside her ass, me on top with her legs up on my shoulders. The sounds she made — half-pain, half-bliss — were a drug for my ears. We finished two sweaty intense loud rounds that night and fell asleep cuddling each other.

When I wake up in the morning, she's sleeping and drooling on my chest. I wake her up with a kiss on her forehead and lips and run my hands all over her and slowly guide it in between her legs and inside her. She wakes up gasping and tightens her thighs around my arms. She tells me to eat her out, and I go down on her, and she locks me down there tightly (her leg days paid off I guess). After a few minutes of me eating her out, she tells me she wants to try something. She makes me lie down, lifts my leg up, and she positions herself on top of me. She starts riding me in the Amazon position. That was one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life. She kept whispering, “I’m better than her, right? Say it.” I did. Multiple times. And this time I finished inside her. She took a pill to be safe. Later we went out for a brunch and I dropped her home. Ananya ended up calling her in the middle to bitch about her mom and roommate and I think Anvi was trying hard not to tell her anything, grinning whenever I teased her with some stuff.

We fucked a lot more times over the next couple of months. Always raw, always intense. We made sure to track her periods. Even though we vibed like crazy, we both knew it couldn’t go anywhere. Family would lose their minds especially with Ananya in the equation. She got into a relationship with some other guy soon after, and we faded into just being good distant friends. She still texts if she needs some help from me. She even helped make one of my office girls who was playing around with me jealous once, which led to me sleeping with that girl… but that’s another story.

Moral of the tale? I dated the wrong sister.

Guess revenge tastes best when it’s tight, wet, and riding you reverse cowgirl at 3 a.m.

Disclaimer(s):

• Some of the events/conversational dialogues mentioned are slightly altered to make it more spicy. But I promise it was just as hot, or even hotter in person doing it as it feels when you read it.
• All ages mentioned are during the time the events happened - 2024 (Jun to Dec).

Hey everyone, I (24M) am back with another story of how I ended up fucking my cheating ex GF's (24F) younger sister (21F). I know it sounds too good to be true, but really it was just filthy, delicious, and exactly what we both needed.

It was August 2024, and my GF at the time, Ananya, flew in from London for two weeks, all smiles and “I missed you, baby” texts. We’d been together almost three years at that time. I’m in Chennai, doing my corporate grind, and she’s supposed to be the one. We've had several rough patches through the one year of long-distance phase. I went through her phone because I was suspicious and found her flirty and explicit texts with the guy she claimed was "only a friend". She cried, denied, then finally admitted after hours of argument that it had been going on for months.

She was supposed to stay with me in Chennai while pretending that she was bunking with her younger sister - Anvita - who had just moved to Chennai a month back for her job. She ended up leaving to her sister's place and blocked me on everything - Insta, WhatsApp, the whole lot. Honestly, good riddance. During the first few days before I found out, Anvita had given me these wary, side-eye looks every time I came over, like she already knew her sister was trash. Ananya used to bitch about her constantly: “Anvi’s such a brat, always judging me.” Turns out the brat was right.

I didn’t think much about why Anvi never blocked me. We weren’t close, but I used to treat her well. She had a boyfriend, Harsh, some marketing kid who had never been with a girl before. I used to see her Instagram stories — partying, clubbing, living her best 21-year-old life, while I was getting over Ananya in the worst way possible.

Then late November, a random Friday night. I’m at this rooftop pub in Nungambakkam with my boys, sober because I was driving. Anvi’s there with her office crowd — mostly older folks, loud and tipsy. She’s in a tight black and red dress that hugged every curve, hair messy from dancing, cheeks flushed. She spots me across the bar and freezes for half a second. Then she waves me over like we’re old friends.

We end up in a quiet corner and start talking. She’s properly drunk and suddenly her eyes well up. “I wanted to tell you,” she whispers, voice cracking. “About Ananya. I knew. I saw the messages once when I visited her in London and she left her phone unlocked. But I didn’t know how to say it without blowing up everything.” She wipes her eyes. “You were always so good to her. Even to me. You’d ask how my college was going, remember my food preferences when I used to visit you guys here. She’s a bitch, dude. You deserved much better.”

Her colleagues hover, but she waves them off, tells them it’s family stuff. Then she drops the bomb: she’s broken up with Harsh. “He’s too possessive and toxic. Not like you.”

I wasn’t expecting any of this. But when she asks if I can drop her home because she’s too gone to Uber, I say yes. On the drive, windows down, Chennai night air rushing in, she puts her hand on my thigh. “Can we just… drive a little? I need to sober up before I go home and pass out.” We drive around for around 30 minutes and stop for chai in between. She’s been flirty the whole ride, laughing too loud at my lame jokes. My apartment was on the way back to her place. When we were close to it, she says, “You live nearby right? Show me your place.. you were saying you set up the place nicely after the breakup. I wanna see it.”

Honestly I knew what was gonna happen. We reach my place, and as soon as we step inside and shut the door, I kiss her. She gasps, surprised, pulls a little back but then not a second later her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. Her mouth tastes like vodka and cherry lip gloss. She’s slightly smaller than Ananya, tighter everywhere, and she kisses like she’s been starving for it.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” she breathes against my lips. We don’t even make it to the bedroom. We just go at it on the couch. We start kissing and making out like it was the last night of our lives. Her dress rides up, my hands sliding up those smooth thighs. She’s soaked already. I push her panties aside and she moans loud enough for the neighbors to hear when my fingers find her. Her pussy was fucking tight, and wet. She grinds against my hand, whispering filthy things in my ear: “I bet you've always wondered what it feels like to be inside me. I need you to tell me I fuck better than her while you’re inside me.”

We move to the bed. I take my clothes off in a frenzy. She also takes off her dress and teases me by giving me a short sweet lapdance on my bare cock. She takes off her grandma panties and bra as well (she later admitted she didn't even think she would hookup with anyone). She climbs on top first, riding me slow and deep, tits bouncing, nails digging into my chest. The way she moved her hips — it was pure sin. I grabbed her ass, guiding her faster, and she came hard, clenching around me, moaning my name like a prayer. Then I flipped her, took her from behind, hard and fast. She loved it rough. Begged for more.

We tried everything that night. She wanted to do anal also. She had never done it before, and was drunk enough so she wouldn't feel it till the next day. I made sure to first make her butthole wet with my tongue deep inside it. Then after some patience and lots of lube, I was buried deep inside her ass, me on top with her legs up on my shoulders. The sounds she made — half-pain, half-bliss — were a drug for my ears. We finished two sweaty intense loud rounds that night and fell asleep cuddling each other.

When I wake up in the morning, she's sleeping and drooling on my chest. I wake her up with a kiss on her forehead and lips and run my hands all over her and slowly guide it in between her legs and inside her. She wakes up gasping and tightens her thighs around my arms. She tells me to eat her out, and I go down on her, and she locks me down there tightly (her leg days paid off I guess). After a few minutes of me eating her out, she tells me she wants to try something. She makes me lie down, lifts my leg up, and she positions herself on top of me. She starts riding me in the Amazon position. That was one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life. She kept whispering, “I’m better than her, right? Say it.” I did. Multiple times. And this time I finished inside her. She took a pill to be safe. Later we went out for a brunch and I dropped her home. Ananya ended up calling her in the middle to bitch about her mom and roommate and I think Anvi was trying hard not to tell her anything, grinning whenever I teased her with some stuff.

We fucked a lot more times over the next couple of months. Always raw, always intense. We made sure to track her periods. Even though we vibed like crazy, we both knew it couldn’t go anywhere. Family would lose their minds especially with Ananya in the equation. She got into a relationship with some other guy soon after, and we faded into just being good distant friends. She still texts if she needs some help from me. She even helped make one of my office girls who was playing around with me jealous once, which led to me sleeping with that girl… but that’s another story.

Moral of the tale? I dated the wrong sister.

Guess revenge tastes best when it’s tight, wet, and riding you reverse cowgirl at 3 a.m.

Disclaimer(s):

• Some of the events/conversational dialogues mentioned are slightly altered to make it more spicy. But I promise it was just as hot, or even hotter in person doing it as it feels when you read it.
• All ages mentioned are during the time the events happened - 2024 (Jun to Dec).

Hey everyone, I (24M) am back with another story of how I ended up fucking my cheating ex GF's (24F) younger sister (21F). I know it sounds too good to be true, but really it was just filthy, delicious, and exactly what we both needed.

It was August 2024, and my GF at the time, Ananya, flew in from London for two weeks, all smiles and “I missed you, baby” texts. We’d been together almost three years at that time. I’m in Chennai, doing my corporate grind, and she’s supposed to be the one. We've had several rough patches through the one year of long-distance phase. I went through her phone because I was suspicious and found her flirty and explicit texts with the guy she claimed was "only a friend". She cried, denied, then finally admitted after hours of argument that it had been going on for months.

She was supposed to stay with me in Chennai while pretending that she was bunking with her younger sister - Anvita - who had just moved to Chennai a month back for her job. She ended up leaving to her sister's place and blocked me on everything - Insta, WhatsApp, the whole lot. Honestly, good riddance. During the first few days before I found out, Anvita had given me these wary, side-eye looks every time I came over, like she already knew her sister was trash. Ananya used to bitch about her constantly: “Anvi’s such a brat, always judging me.” Turns out the brat was right.

I didn’t think much about why Anvi never blocked me. We weren’t close, but I used to treat her well. She had a boyfriend, Harsh, some marketing kid who had never been with a girl before. I used to see her Instagram stories — partying, clubbing, living her best 21-year-old life, while I was getting over Ananya in the worst way possible.

Then late November, a random Friday night. I’m at this rooftop pub in Nungambakkam with my boys, sober because I was driving. Anvi’s there with her office crowd — mostly older folks, loud and tipsy. She’s in a tight black and red dress that hugged every curve, hair messy from dancing, cheeks flushed. She spots me across the bar and freezes for half a second. Then she waves me over like we’re old friends.

We end up in a quiet corner and start talking. She’s properly drunk and suddenly her eyes well up. “I wanted to tell you,” she whispers, voice cracking. “About Ananya. I knew. I saw the messages once when I visited her in London and she left her phone unlocked. But I didn’t know how to say it without blowing up everything.” She wipes her eyes. “You were always so good to her. Even to me. You’d ask how my college was going, remember my food preferences when I used to visit you guys here. She’s a bitch, dude. You deserved much better.”

Her colleagues hover, but she waves them off, tells them it’s family stuff. Then she drops the bomb: she’s broken up with Harsh. “He’s too possessive and toxic. Not like you.”

I wasn’t expecting any of this. But when she asks if I can drop her home because she’s too gone to Uber, I say yes. On the drive, windows down, Chennai night air rushing in, she puts her hand on my thigh. “Can we just… drive a little? I need to sober up before I go home and pass out.” We drive around for around 30 minutes and stop for chai in between. She’s been flirty the whole ride, laughing too loud at my lame jokes. My apartment was on the way back to her place. When we were close to it, she says, “You live nearby right? Show me your place.. you were saying you set up the place nicely after the breakup. I wanna see it.”

Honestly I knew what was gonna happen. We reach my place, and as soon as we step inside and shut the door, I kiss her. She gasps, surprised, pulls a little back but then not a second later her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. Her mouth tastes like vodka and cherry lip gloss. She’s slightly smaller than Ananya, tighter everywhere, and she kisses like she’s been starving for it.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” she breathes against my lips. We don’t even make it to the bedroom. We just go at it on the couch. We start kissing and making out like it was the last night of our lives. Her dress rides up, my hands sliding up those smooth thighs. She’s soaked already. I push her panties aside and she moans loud enough for the neighbors to hear when my fingers find her. Her pussy was fucking tight, and wet. She grinds against my hand, whispering filthy things in my ear: “I bet you've always wondered what it feels like to be inside me. I need you to tell me I fuck better than her while you’re inside me.”

We move to the bed. I take my clothes off in a frenzy. She also takes off her dress and teases me by giving me a short sweet lapdance on my bare cock. She takes off her grandma panties and bra as well (she later admitted she didn't even think she would hookup with anyone). She climbs on top first, riding me slow and deep, tits bouncing, nails digging into my chest. The way she moved her hips — it was pure sin. I grabbed her ass, guiding her faster, and she came hard, clenching around me, moaning my name like a prayer. Then I flipped her, took her from behind, hard and fast. She loved it rough. Begged for more.

We tried everything that night. She wanted to do anal also. She had never done it before, and was drunk enough so she wouldn't feel it till the next day. I made sure to first make her butthole wet with my tongue deep inside it. Then after some patience and lots of lube, I was buried deep inside her ass, me on top with her legs up on my shoulders. The sounds she made — half-pain, half-bliss — were a drug for my ears. We finished two sweaty intense loud rounds that night and fell asleep cuddling each other.

When I wake up in the morning, she's sleeping and drooling on my chest. I wake her up with a kiss on her forehead and lips and run my hands all over her and slowly guide it in between her legs and inside her. She wakes up gasping and tightens her thighs around my arms. She tells me to eat her out, and I go down on her, and she locks me down there tightly (her leg days paid off I guess). After a few minutes of me eating her out, she tells me she wants to try something. She makes me lie down, lifts my leg up, and she positions herself on top of me. She starts riding me in the Amazon position. That was one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life. She kept whispering, “I’m better than her, right? Say it.” I did. Multiple times. And this time I finished inside her. She took a pill to be safe. Later we went out for a brunch and I dropped her home. Ananya ended up calling her in the middle to bitch about her mom and roommate and I think Anvi was trying hard not to tell her anything, grinning whenever I teased her with some stuff.

We fucked a lot more times over the next couple of months. Always raw, always intense. We made sure to track her periods. Even though we vibed like crazy, we both knew it couldn’t go anywhere. Family would lose their minds especially with Ananya in the equation. She got into a relationship with some other guy soon after, and we faded into just being good distant friends. She still texts if she needs some help from me. She even helped make one of my office girls who was playing around with me jealous once, which led to me sleeping with that girl… but that’s another story.

Moral of the tale? I dated the wrong sister.

Guess revenge tastes best when it’s tight, wet, and riding you reverse cowgirl at 3 a.m.

Disclaimer(s):

• Some of the events/conversational dialogues mentioned are slightly altered to make it more spicy. But I promise it was just as hot, or even hotter in person doing it as it feels when you read it.
• All ages mentioned are during the time the events happened - 2024 (Jun to Dec).

Hey everyone, I (24M) am back with another story of how I ended up fucking my cheating ex GF's (24F) younger sister (21F). I know it sounds too good to be true, but really it was just filthy, delicious, and exactly what we both needed.

It was August 2024, and my GF at the time, Ananya, flew in from London for two weeks, all smiles and “I missed you, baby” texts. We’d been together almost three years at that time. I’m in Chennai, doing my corporate grind, and she’s supposed to be the one. We've had several rough patches through the one year of long-distance phase. I went through her phone because I was suspicious and found her flirty and explicit texts with the guy she claimed was "only a friend". She cried, denied, then finally admitted after hours of argument that it had been going on for months.

She was supposed to stay with me in Chennai while pretending that she was bunking with her younger sister - Anvita - who had just moved to Chennai a month back for her job. She ended up leaving to her sister's place and blocked me on everything - Insta, WhatsApp, the whole lot. Honestly, good riddance. During the first few days before I found out, Anvita had given me these wary, side-eye looks every time I came over, like she already knew her sister was trash. Ananya used to bitch about her constantly: “Anvi’s such a brat, always judging me.” Turns out the brat was right.

I didn’t think much about why Anvi never blocked me. We weren’t close, but I used to treat her well. She had a boyfriend, Harsh, some marketing kid who had never been with a girl before. I used to see her Instagram stories — partying, clubbing, living her best 21-year-old life, while I was getting over Ananya in the worst way possible.

Then late November, a random Friday night. I’m at this rooftop pub in Nungambakkam with my boys, sober because I was driving. Anvi’s there with her office crowd — mostly older folks, loud and tipsy. She’s in a tight black and red dress that hugged every curve, hair messy from dancing, cheeks flushed. She spots me across the bar and freezes for half a second. Then she waves me over like we’re old friends.

We end up in a quiet corner and start talking. She’s properly drunk and suddenly her eyes well up. “I wanted to tell you,” she whispers, voice cracking. “About Ananya. I knew. I saw the messages once when I visited her in London and she left her phone unlocked. But I didn’t know how to say it without blowing up everything.” She wipes her eyes. “You were always so good to her. Even to me. You’d ask how my college was going, remember my food preferences when I used to visit you guys here. She’s a bitch, dude. You deserved much better.”

Her colleagues hover, but she waves them off, tells them it’s family stuff. Then she drops the bomb: she’s broken up with Harsh. “He’s too possessive and toxic. Not like you.”

I wasn’t expecting any of this. But when she asks if I can drop her home because she’s too gone to Uber, I say yes. On the drive, windows down, Chennai night air rushing in, she puts her hand on my thigh. “Can we just… drive a little? I need to sober up before I go home and pass out.” We drive around for around 30 minutes and stop for chai in between. She’s been flirty the whole ride, laughing too loud at my lame jokes. My apartment was on the way back to her place. When we were close to it, she says, “You live nearby right? Show me your place.. you were saying you set up the place nicely after the breakup. I wanna see it.”

Honestly I knew what was gonna happen. We reach my place, and as soon as we step inside and shut the door, I kiss her. She gasps, surprised, pulls a little back but then not a second later her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. Her mouth tastes like vodka and cherry lip gloss. She’s slightly smaller than Ananya, tighter everywhere, and she kisses like she’s been starving for it.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” she breathes against my lips. We don’t even make it to the bedroom. We just go at it on the couch. We start kissing and making out like it was the last night of our lives. Her dress rides up, my hands sliding up those smooth thighs. She’s soaked already. I push her panties aside and she moans loud enough for the neighbors to hear when my fingers find her. Her pussy was fucking tight, and wet. She grinds against my hand, whispering filthy things in my ear: “I bet you've always wondered what it feels like to be inside me. I need you to tell me I fuck better than her while you’re inside me.”

We move to the bed. I take my clothes off in a frenzy. She also takes off her dress and teases me by giving me a short sweet lapdance on my bare cock. She takes off her grandma panties and bra as well (she later admitted she didn't even think she would hookup with anyone). She climbs on top first, riding me slow and deep, tits bouncing, nails digging into my chest. The way she moved her hips — it was pure sin. I grabbed her ass, guiding her faster, and she came hard, clenching around me, moaning my name like a prayer. Then I flipped her, took her from behind, hard and fast. She loved it rough. Begged for more.

We tried everything that night. She wanted to do anal also. She had never done it before, and was drunk enough so she wouldn't feel it till the next day. I made sure to first make her butthole wet with my tongue deep inside it. Then after some patience and lots of lube, I was buried deep inside her ass, me on top with her legs up on my shoulders. The sounds she made — half-pain, half-bliss — were a drug for my ears. We finished two sweaty intense loud rounds that night and fell asleep cuddling each other.

When I wake up in the morning, she's sleeping and drooling on my chest. I wake her up with a kiss on her forehead and lips and run my hands all over her and slowly guide it in between her legs and inside her. She wakes up gasping and tightens her thighs around my arms. She tells me to eat her out, and I go down on her, and she locks me down there tightly (her leg days paid off I guess). After a few minutes of me eating her out, she tells me she wants to try something. She makes me lie down, lifts my leg up, and she positions herself on top of me. She starts riding me in the Amazon position. That was one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life. She kept whispering, “I’m better than her, right? Say it.” I did. Multiple times. And this time I finished inside her. She took a pill to be safe. Later we went out for a brunch and I dropped her home. Ananya ended up calling her in the middle to bitch about her mom and roommate and I think Anvi was trying hard not to tell her anything, grinning whenever I teased her with some stuff.

We fucked a lot more times over the next couple of months. Always raw, always intense. We made sure to track her periods. Even though we vibed like crazy, we both knew it couldn’t go anywhere. Family would lose their minds especially with Ananya in the equation. She got into a relationship with some other guy soon after, and we faded into just being good distant friends. She still texts if she needs some help from me. She even helped make one of my office girls who was playing around with me jealous once, which led to me sleeping with that girl… but that’s another story.

Moral of the tale? I dated the wrong sister.

Guess revenge tastes best when it’s tight, wet, and riding you reverse cowgirl at 3 a.m.

Disclaimer(s):

• Some of the events/conversational dialogues mentioned are slightly altered to make it more spicy. But I promise it was just as hot, or even hotter in person doing it as it feels when you read it.
• All ages mentioned are during the time the events happened - 2024 (Jun to Dec).

Hey everyone, I (24M) am back with another story of how I ended up fucking my cheating ex GF's (24F) younger sister (21F). I know it sounds too good to be true, but really it was just filthy, delicious, and exactly what we both needed.

It was August 2024, and my GF at the time, Ananya, flew in from London for two weeks, all smiles and “I missed you, baby” texts. We’d been together almost three years at that time. I’m in Chennai, doing my corporate grind, and she’s supposed to be the one. We've had several rough patches through the one year of long-distance phase. I went through her phone because I was suspicious and found her flirty and explicit texts with the guy she claimed was "only a friend". She cried, denied, then finally admitted after hours of argument that it had been going on for months.

She was supposed to stay with me in Chennai while pretending that she was bunking with her younger sister - Anvita - who had just moved to Chennai a month back for her job. She ended up leaving to her sister's place and blocked me on everything - Insta, WhatsApp, the whole lot. Honestly, good riddance. During the first few days before I found out, Anvita had given me these wary, side-eye looks every time I came over, like she already knew her sister was trash. Ananya used to bitch about her constantly: “Anvi’s such a brat, always judging me.” Turns out the brat was right.

I didn’t think much about why Anvi never blocked me. We weren’t close, but I used to treat her well. She had a boyfriend, Harsh, some marketing kid who had never been with a girl before. I used to see her Instagram stories — partying, clubbing, living her best 21-year-old life, while I was getting over Ananya in the worst way possible.

Then late November, a random Friday night. I’m at this rooftop pub in Nungambakkam with my boys, sober because I was driving. Anvi’s there with her office crowd — mostly older folks, loud and tipsy. She’s in a tight black and red dress that hugged every curve, hair messy from dancing, cheeks flushed. She spots me across the bar and freezes for half a second. Then she waves me over like we’re old friends.

We end up in a quiet corner and start talking. She’s properly drunk and suddenly her eyes well up. “I wanted to tell you,” she whispers, voice cracking. “About Ananya. I knew. I saw the messages once when I visited her in London and she left her phone unlocked. But I didn’t know how to say it without blowing up everything.” She wipes her eyes. “You were always so good to her. Even to me. You’d ask how my college was going, remember my food preferences when I used to visit you guys here. She’s a bitch, dude. You deserved much better.”

Her colleagues hover, but she waves them off, tells them it’s family stuff. Then she drops the bomb: she’s broken up with Harsh. “He’s too possessive and toxic. Not like you.”

I wasn’t expecting any of this. But when she asks if I can drop her home because she’s too gone to Uber, I say yes. On the drive, windows down, Chennai night air rushing in, she puts her hand on my thigh. “Can we just… drive a little? I need to sober up before I go home and pass out.” We drive around for around 30 minutes and stop for chai in between. She’s been flirty the whole ride, laughing too loud at my lame jokes. My apartment was on the way back to her place. When we were close to it, she says, “You live nearby right? Show me your place.. you were saying you set up the place nicely after the breakup. I wanna see it.”

Honestly I knew what was gonna happen. We reach my place, and as soon as we step inside and shut the door, I kiss her. She gasps, surprised, pulls a little back but then not a second later her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. Her mouth tastes like vodka and cherry lip gloss. She’s slightly smaller than Ananya, tighter everywhere, and she kisses like she’s been starving for it.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” she breathes against my lips. We don’t even make it to the bedroom. We just go at it on the couch. We start kissing and making out like it was the last night of our lives. Her dress rides up, my hands sliding up those smooth thighs. She’s soaked already. I push her panties aside and she moans loud enough for the neighbors to hear when my fingers find her. Her pussy was fucking tight, and wet. She grinds against my hand, whispering filthy things in my ear: “I bet you've always wondered what it feels like to be inside me. I need you to tell me I fuck better than her while you’re inside me.”

We move to the bed. I take my clothes off in a frenzy. She also takes off her dress and teases me by giving me a short sweet lapdance on my bare cock. She takes off her grandma panties and bra as well (she later admitted she didn't even think she would hookup with anyone). She climbs on top first, riding me slow and deep, tits bouncing, nails digging into my chest. The way she moved her hips — it was pure sin. I grabbed her ass, guiding her faster, and she came hard, clenching around me, moaning my name like a prayer. Then I flipped her, took her from behind, hard and fast. She loved it rough. Begged for more.

We tried everything that night. She wanted to do anal also. She had never done it before, and was drunk enough so she wouldn't feel it till the next day. I made sure to first make her butthole wet with my tongue deep inside it. Then after some patience and lots of lube, I was buried deep inside her ass, me on top with her legs up on my shoulders. The sounds she made — half-pain, half-bliss — were a drug for my ears. We finished two sweaty intense loud rounds that night and fell asleep cuddling each other.

When I wake up in the morning, she's sleeping and drooling on my chest. I wake her up with a kiss on her forehead and lips and run my hands all over her and slowly guide it in between her legs and inside her. She wakes up gasping and tightens her thighs around my arms. She tells me to eat her out, and I go down on her, and she locks me down there tightly (her leg days paid off I guess). After a few minutes of me eating her out, she tells me she wants to try something. She makes me lie down, lifts my leg up, and she positions herself on top of me. She starts riding me in the Amazon position. That was one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life. She kept whispering, “I’m better than her, right? Say it.” I did. Multiple times. And this time I finished inside her. She took a pill to be safe. Later we went out for a brunch and I dropped her home. Ananya ended up calling her in the middle to bitch about her mom and roommate and I think Anvi was trying hard not to tell her anything, grinning whenever I teased her with some stuff.

We fucked a lot more times over the next couple of months. Always raw, always intense. We made sure to track her periods. Even though we vibed like crazy, we both knew it couldn’t go anywhere. Family would lose their minds especially with Ananya in the equation. She got into a relationship with some other guy soon after, and we faded into just being good distant friends. She still texts if she needs some help from me. She even helped make one of my office girls who was playing around with me jealous once, which led to me sleeping with that girl… but that’s another story.

Moral of the tale? I dated the wrong sister.

Guess revenge tastes best when it’s tight, wet, and riding you reverse cowgirl at 3 a.m.