Desi teen fucked hard by brother-in-law before wedding

So, you remember how I told you about that chaotic wedding season last year, right? Well, let me paint you a picture that still makes my stomach flip, because this whole thing boils down to one very specific memory of a teen indian fucked in a way that completely redefined what I thought I knew about my own family. I’m not proud, but I’m also not gonna lie to you—it was the most intense, terrifying, and strangely electrifying twenty minutes of my life. It happened the night before my cousin’s mehndi, and my fiancé’s younger brother, who everyone just called the “baby” of the family, was staying in the room next to mine. I was already feeling this weird, restless energy being back in my hometown, surrounded by all those saris and the smell of jasmine, and when he knocked on my door asking for a charger, I didn’t think twice about letting him in. The air in that room got thick immediately, you know that feeling? He wasn’t some boy; he was this tall, broad-shouldered guy who had been giving me these long, lingering looks all week, but I chalked it up to him being flirty. Then he just closed the door behind him, didn’t even grab the charger, and pinned me against the wall, his hand sliding up my lehenga. My brain was screaming about the wedding, about my cousin, about all the aunties downstairs, but my body just melted into his hold, feeling his rough hands on my bare hips. We were so quiet, trying to stifle every moan against each other’s mouths, knowing my uncle was just down the hall, and that stolen, hushed urgency made every single touch feel like fire, his fingers working me into a frenzy before he pushed me onto the bed and took me from behind, slow and deep, so I could feel every inch of him pressing against that tight, forbidden spot. It was messy and raw, and afterwards, I just looked at him, wondering how we were ever going to look across the dinner table at each other again, but honestly, the memory of his breath on my neck and his hand covering my mouth to keep me quiet is something I think about more than I should.