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Incest Collection of short stories (Brother-Sister)
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Blooming Sis
Rakesh's eyes lingered on Radhika's developing chest as she bounded into the kitchen, her perky breasts bouncing slightly beneath her tight t-shirt. He swallowed hard, his jeans tightening as he imagined cupping those soft mounds, feeling her nipples stiffen against his palms. She was so innocent, so naive - and yet her body was undeniably ripe for the taking.
"Hey bro, wanna help me set the table?" Radhika called out, giving her hips an exaggerated sway as she walked back into the living room. Rakesh bit back a groan, his gaze glued to the tantalizing way her ass filled out those denim cutoffs. This was torture.
"Yeah, sure thing sis," he replied, forcing his voice to sound casual even as his mind raced with dirty thoughts. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself. He had to have her, had to make her his.
Over the next few days, Rakesh grew bolder in his advances. He "accidentally" brushed against her breasts as he reached for a dish, letting his fingers linger just a moment too long. He "playfully" smacked her ass as she walked by, relishing the way she yelped and shot him an indignant glare.
At first, Radhika seemed shocked and disgusted by his behavior. "What the hell, Rakesh?!" she shrieked when he cornered her against the kitchen counter, pressing his hardening erection against her stomach. "You can't just- I mean, we're siblings! This is so wrong!"
But Rakesh was persistent. He spun a web of sweet words and seductive touches, convincing Radhika that their forbidden love was the most natural thing in the world. "We're both adults now, sis," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "No one has to know. It can be our little secret."
Slowly but surely, Radhika began to waver. She found herself blushing at Rakesh's suggestive comments, shivering with need whenever he snuck a caress. She told herself it was wrong, that they were crossing a line, but the thrill of taboo was just too alluring.
One steamy afternoon, as their parents were out running errands, Rakesh made his move. He pounced on Radhika as she lay on the couch watching TV, pinning her down with his body as he crashed his lips against hers. She resisted at first, but soon she was kissing him back just as fervently, her tongue tangling with his.
Rakesh's hands roamed her body greedily, sliding beneath her shirt to cup her bare breasts. He thumbed her nipples roughly until they were stiff peaks, then lowered his head to draw one into his mouth. Radhika arched with a gasp, fisting her hands in his hair as he suckled greedily.
"Please," she whimpered when he finally released her nipple, leaving it glistening and reddened. "I need you, Rakesh. I'm so empty..."
Rakesh growled in triumph, tearing at her shorts with shaking hands. He yanked them down her legs along with her panties, baring her virgin pussy to his hungry gaze. She was already soaked, her delicate folds swollen and flushed.
He unzipped his jeans and shoved them down just far enough to free his throbbing cock. Radhika's eyes widened at the sight, a flicker of fear passing over her face. But Rakesh was too far gone to care.
"I'll be gentle," he promised, even as he positioned himself at her entrance. And then, with one brutal thrust, he claimed his sister's innocence.
Rakesh's eyes lingered on Radhika's developing chest as she bounded into the kitchen, her perky breasts bouncing slightly beneath her tight t-shirt. He swallowed hard, his jeans tightening as he imagined cupping those soft mounds, feeling her nipples stiffen against his palms. She was so innocent, so naive - and yet her body was undeniably ripe for the taking.
"Hey bro, wanna help me set the table?" Radhika called out, giving her hips an exaggerated sway as she walked back into the living room. Rakesh bit back a groan, his gaze glued to the tantalizing way her ass filled out those denim cutoffs. This was torture.
"Yeah, sure thing sis," he replied, forcing his voice to sound casual even as his mind raced with dirty thoughts. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself. He had to have her, had to make her his.
Over the next few days, Rakesh grew bolder in his advances. He "accidentally" brushed against her breasts as he reached for a dish, letting his fingers linger just a moment too long. He "playfully" smacked her ass as she walked by, relishing the way she yelped and shot him an indignant glare.
At first, Radhika seemed shocked and disgusted by his behavior. "What the hell, Rakesh?!" she shrieked when he cornered her against the kitchen counter, pressing his hardening erection against her stomach. "You can't just- I mean, we're siblings! This is so wrong!"
But Rakesh was persistent. He spun a web of sweet words and seductive touches, convincing Radhika that their forbidden love was the most natural thing in the world. "We're both adults now, sis," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "No one has to know. It can be our little secret."
Slowly but surely, Radhika began to waver. She found herself blushing at Rakesh's suggestive comments, shivering with need whenever he snuck a caress. She told herself it was wrong, that they were crossing a line, but the thrill of taboo was just too alluring.
One steamy afternoon, as their parents were out running errands, Rakesh made his move. He pounced on Radhika as she lay on the couch watching TV, pinning her down with his body as he crashed his lips against hers. She resisted at first, but soon she was kissing him back just as fervently, her tongue tangling with his.
Rakesh's hands roamed her body greedily, sliding beneath her shirt to cup her bare breasts. He thumbed her nipples roughly until they were stiff peaks, then lowered his head to draw one into his mouth. Radhika arched with a gasp, fisting her hands in his hair as he suckled greedily.
"Please," she whimpered when he finally released her nipple, leaving it glistening and reddened. "I need you, Rakesh. I'm so empty..."
Rakesh growled in triumph, tearing at her shorts with shaking hands. He yanked them down her legs along with her panties, baring her virgin pussy to his hungry gaze. She was already soaked, her delicate folds swollen and flushed.
He unzipped his jeans and shoved them down just far enough to free his throbbing cock. Radhika's eyes widened at the sight, a flicker of fear passing over her face. But Rakesh was too far gone to care.
"I'll be gentle," he promised, even as he positioned himself at her entrance. And then, with one brutal thrust, he claimed his sister's innocence.
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Seduction
The moment Rishi set eyes on his little sister Priya after two long years apart, his heart nearly stopped. Gone was the gawky, flat-chested girl he'd left behind. In her place stood a breathtaking beauty with curves in all the right places and a face that could launch a thousand ships.
Priya squealed with delight, flinging her arms around Rishi's neck in a tight hug. "I missed you so much, bhaiya!" she exclaimed, her ample breasts pressing against his chest. Rishi swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way his cock twitched in his pants.
Over the next few days, Rishi found himself sneaking glances at Priya every chance he got. The way her tits bounced when she laughed, the tantalizing curve of her ass as she bent over...he couldn't get enough.
Priya seemed oblivious to her brother's hungry gaze at first. But soon, she began to notice the way his eyes followed her, the subtle brushes of his fingers against her skin. At first, it made her uncomfortable. But then, a naughty little voice in the back of her head whispered...what if she flirted back? Just a little?
So she started bending over a bit more often, making sure Rishi got an eyeful of her cleavage. She wore tighter tops and shorter skirts, relishing the heat in his gaze. One evening, as they sat together watching TV, she "accidentally" let her hand fall on his thigh.
Rishi's breath hitched, his muscles tensing beneath her touch. Priya looked up at him from beneath her lashes, biting her lip in a way she hoped was provocative. "Sorry, bhaiya," she murmured. "I didn't mean to be so forward."
Rishi's eyes flashed with hunger. He slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "It's okay, baby sister," he rumbled. "In fact, I like it when you're a little naughty."
Priya's heart pounded as Rishi's hand slid lower, cupping her breast through her thin top. She gasped at the contact, her nipple stiffening under his palm. But before she could protest, he was leaning in, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss.
Priya melted against him, surrendering to the forbidden pleasure of her brother's touch. His hand kneaded her breast roughly, his thumb circling her aching nipple. She arched into him with a soft moan, shameless in her need.
But even as her body begged for more, her mind fought against it. This was wrong, taboo...what if someone found out? She tore herself away from Rishi's embrace, panting.
"Rishi, we can't," she whimpered. "It's not right..."
Rishi's eyes flashed with anger and frustration. "Come on, Priya," he growled. "Don't be such a prude. You know you want this as much as I do."
He reached for her again but Priya dodged him, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. "No! I'm not ready for this. You're my brother!"
Rishi sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. But he wasn't about to give up. Not when he was so close to claiming what was his.
Over the next few days, he turned on the charm, wooing Priya with soft words and gentle touches. He told her about all the couples he knew who were secretly siblings, how natural and normal it was. He promised her that it would be their special secret, that no one would ever find out.
Slowly but surely, Priya began to waver. She found herself thinking about Rishi constantly, remembering the feel of his hands on her body. One night, she lay in bed touching herself, imagining it was him pleasuring her.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She crept into Rishi's room in the dead of night, sliding beneath the covers next to him. Rishi woke instantly, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
"Priya," he breathed, reaching for her. "My sweet girl..."
He captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, his hands roaming her body possessively. Priya arched into his touch, moaning softly as he teased her nipples to stiff peaks.
Rishi wasted no time stripping off Priya's nightgown, leaving her bare before his hungry gaze. He took a moment to admire the glistening pink folds of her pussy before lowering his head between her thighs.
Priya cried out in shock and pleasure as his tongue laved her most intimate places. He ate at her greedily, his tongue delving deep into her tight channel before flicking over her clit. She tangled her fingers in his hair, grinding herself against his mouth shamelessly.
"Please," she whimpered when he finally released her throbbing clit. "I need you inside me. Make me yours, Rishi."
With a growl of triumph, Rishi stripped off his boxers and settled himself between his sister's trembling thighs. He teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, coating himself in her juices before thrusting deep.
Priya screamed as her brother claimed her virginity, pain and pleasure fusing into something dark and overwhelming. Rishi set a hard, relentless pace, pounding into her willing body like a man possessed.
"Yes," he grunted as he fucked her. "Take my cock, baby sister. Squeeze me with this tight little cunt..."
Priya could only moan and whimper, impaled on his thick shaft as he ravaged her. Her body was his to use as he pleased, and use it he did. He flipped her over and took her from behind, slapping her ass as he drove into her again and again.
Finally, with a roar of completion, Rishi buried himself to the hilt and filled his sister with his seed. Priya sobbed with the force of her own orgasm, milking him for every last drop.
When it was over, they collapsed together in a sweaty heap, hearts pounding and limbs entwined. Rishi pulled Priya close, kissing her tenderly.
"That was amazing," he murmured against her lips. "I love you so much, Priya. My sweet little sister..."
Priya smiled up at him dreamily, basking in the afterglow of their forbidden passion. She knew she was crossing a line that she could never come back from. But in that moment, cradled in her brother's arms, she didn't care.
This was what she wanted. This was what they both needed.
The moment Rishi set eyes on his little sister Priya after two long years apart, his heart nearly stopped. Gone was the gawky, flat-chested girl he'd left behind. In her place stood a breathtaking beauty with curves in all the right places and a face that could launch a thousand ships.
Priya squealed with delight, flinging her arms around Rishi's neck in a tight hug. "I missed you so much, bhaiya!" she exclaimed, her ample breasts pressing against his chest. Rishi swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way his cock twitched in his pants.
Over the next few days, Rishi found himself sneaking glances at Priya every chance he got. The way her tits bounced when she laughed, the tantalizing curve of her ass as she bent over...he couldn't get enough.
Priya seemed oblivious to her brother's hungry gaze at first. But soon, she began to notice the way his eyes followed her, the subtle brushes of his fingers against her skin. At first, it made her uncomfortable. But then, a naughty little voice in the back of her head whispered...what if she flirted back? Just a little?
So she started bending over a bit more often, making sure Rishi got an eyeful of her cleavage. She wore tighter tops and shorter skirts, relishing the heat in his gaze. One evening, as they sat together watching TV, she "accidentally" let her hand fall on his thigh.
Rishi's breath hitched, his muscles tensing beneath her touch. Priya looked up at him from beneath her lashes, biting her lip in a way she hoped was provocative. "Sorry, bhaiya," she murmured. "I didn't mean to be so forward."
Rishi's eyes flashed with hunger. He slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "It's okay, baby sister," he rumbled. "In fact, I like it when you're a little naughty."
Priya's heart pounded as Rishi's hand slid lower, cupping her breast through her thin top. She gasped at the contact, her nipple stiffening under his palm. But before she could protest, he was leaning in, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss.
Priya melted against him, surrendering to the forbidden pleasure of her brother's touch. His hand kneaded her breast roughly, his thumb circling her aching nipple. She arched into him with a soft moan, shameless in her need.
But even as her body begged for more, her mind fought against it. This was wrong, taboo...what if someone found out? She tore herself away from Rishi's embrace, panting.
"Rishi, we can't," she whimpered. "It's not right..."
Rishi's eyes flashed with anger and frustration. "Come on, Priya," he growled. "Don't be such a prude. You know you want this as much as I do."
He reached for her again but Priya dodged him, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. "No! I'm not ready for this. You're my brother!"
Rishi sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. But he wasn't about to give up. Not when he was so close to claiming what was his.
Over the next few days, he turned on the charm, wooing Priya with soft words and gentle touches. He told her about all the couples he knew who were secretly siblings, how natural and normal it was. He promised her that it would be their special secret, that no one would ever find out.
Slowly but surely, Priya began to waver. She found herself thinking about Rishi constantly, remembering the feel of his hands on her body. One night, she lay in bed touching herself, imagining it was him pleasuring her.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She crept into Rishi's room in the dead of night, sliding beneath the covers next to him. Rishi woke instantly, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
"Priya," he breathed, reaching for her. "My sweet girl..."
He captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, his hands roaming her body possessively. Priya arched into his touch, moaning softly as he teased her nipples to stiff peaks.
Rishi wasted no time stripping off Priya's nightgown, leaving her bare before his hungry gaze. He took a moment to admire the glistening pink folds of her pussy before lowering his head between her thighs.
Priya cried out in shock and pleasure as his tongue laved her most intimate places. He ate at her greedily, his tongue delving deep into her tight channel before flicking over her clit. She tangled her fingers in his hair, grinding herself against his mouth shamelessly.
"Please," she whimpered when he finally released her throbbing clit. "I need you inside me. Make me yours, Rishi."
With a growl of triumph, Rishi stripped off his boxers and settled himself between his sister's trembling thighs. He teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, coating himself in her juices before thrusting deep.
Priya screamed as her brother claimed her virginity, pain and pleasure fusing into something dark and overwhelming. Rishi set a hard, relentless pace, pounding into her willing body like a man possessed.
"Yes," he grunted as he fucked her. "Take my cock, baby sister. Squeeze me with this tight little cunt..."
Priya could only moan and whimper, impaled on his thick shaft as he ravaged her. Her body was his to use as he pleased, and use it he did. He flipped her over and took her from behind, slapping her ass as he drove into her again and again.
Finally, with a roar of completion, Rishi buried himself to the hilt and filled his sister with his seed. Priya sobbed with the force of her own orgasm, milking him for every last drop.
When it was over, they collapsed together in a sweaty heap, hearts pounding and limbs entwined. Rishi pulled Priya close, kissing her tenderly.
"That was amazing," he murmured against her lips. "I love you so much, Priya. My sweet little sister..."
Priya smiled up at him dreamily, basking in the afterglow of their forbidden passion. She knew she was crossing a line that she could never come back from. But in that moment, cradled in her brother's arms, she didn't care.
This was what she wanted. This was what they both needed.
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A sister's sacrifice
Salim's heart raced as he burst into Ayesha's room, the sight of her nearly naked form making his mouth go dry. She stood there frozen, arms wrapped protectively around her chest, only her lacy bra and panties shielding her most intimate places from his hungry gaze.
"I'm sorry," he rasped, drinking in the sight of her full breasts straining against the flimsy cups of her bra, her dusky nipples peeking out enticingly. "I couldn't help myself. You're so fucking beautiful, Ayesha."
He reached for her with trembling hands, but Ayesha shook her head vehemently. "No, Salim," she whispered, her voice quavering with fear and exhilaration. "Not like this. I'm not ready."
Salim growled in frustration, his cock throbbing almost painfully in his underwear. He wanted to tear off her remaining clothes, to bury himself deep inside her and make her scream his name. But he knew he had to be patient.
Over the next few days, Salim redoubled his efforts to seduce his baby sister. He brought her gifts, showered her with compliments, found any excuse to touch her. Ayesha allowed him small intimacies - a chaste kiss here, a light caress there. But every time Salim tried to push things further, she pulled back.
"Please, bhaijaan," she would plead, her dark eyes shimmering with tears. "I care about you so much, but we can't do this. It's wrong."
But Salim was a master manipulator, and he slowly wore down Ayesha's resistance. He caught her in the shower, feasting his eyes on her soapy body through the steamy glass. He "accidentally" walked in on her changing, lingering just a moment too long to admire the way her round ass filled out her panties.
And then, one fateful evening, Ayesha allowed him to touch her breasts for the first time. Salim nearly wept with joy as he filled his hands with her soft mounds, thumbing her nipples until they were stiff peaks. He laved them with his tongue, suckling greedily as Ayesha gasped and moaned above him.
"More," he panted, his voice thick with desire. "I want to taste all of you."
Ayesha hesitated only a moment before slipping off her panties, baring the glistening pink folds of her pussy to his avid gaze. Salim wasted no time burying his face between her thighs, eating at her like a starving man. He thrust his tongue deep into her tight channel before flicking it over her clit, relishing the way she bucked and writhed against him.
After that, it was only a matter of time. Ayesha let Salim worship her body with his mouth and hands, moaning shamelessly as he brought her to the brink of climax again and again. She even allowed him to remove his underwear, watching with wide eyes as he fisted his thick cock, spilling his seed on her stomach with a hoarse cry.
But every time Salim tried to take things further, Ayesha resisted. "Not yet," she would whisper, tracing the lines of his chest with a feather-light touch. "Soon, but not yet."
And so it went on for days - passionate petting sessions that left them both aching and unsatisfied. Salim grew more and more desperate, his need for his baby sister consuming him. He knew he would do anything to claim her completely.
Finally, when he was at the end of his rope, Ayesha gave him the green light. She lay back on the bed, spreading her thighs in silent invitation as Salim crawled over her, his cock hard and throbbing between them.
"Are you sure?" he breathed, poised at her entrance. "There's no going back after this."
Ayesha nodded, cupping his face in her hands. "I'm sure," she said softly. "I want you, Salim. All of you."
With a triumphant roar, Salim thrust deep, burying himself in his sister's tight heat. Ayesha cried out at the sudden intrusion, but soon she was matching him stroke for stroke, her hips rising to meet his.
They made love slowly at first, savoring every touch, every kiss. But soon passion overtook them and they coupled fiercely, the headboard slamming against the wall as Salim pounded into Ayesha's willing body.
When it was over, they lay tangled together in a sweaty heap, hearts pounding as one. Salim peppered Ayesha's face with kisses, marveling at the way her body fit so perfectly against his.
"I love you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I always have."
Ayesha smiled up at him, her eyes shining with tears. "I know," she said softly. "And I love you too, Salim. My big brother."
From that day on, Ayesha worked tirelessly to keep Salim on the straight and narrow. She convinced him to enroll in college, to find a respectable job. And in return, she promised him the ultimate prize - the chance to claim her anal virginity.
Salim blossomed under Ayesha's love and guidance, becoming a model citizen. He doted on his little sister, treating her like a princess and indulging her every whim. And when the time was right, he made good on his promise, worshipping Ayesha's ass with his tongue and fingers until she was begging for him to take her.
As he slid into her tight back passage with a groan of pure pleasure, Salim knew he had never been happier. His baby sister had saved him from a life of crime and given him the greatest gift of all - her love.
And he vowed to spend the rest of his days proving himself worthy of her trust.
Salim's heart raced as he burst into Ayesha's room, the sight of her nearly naked form making his mouth go dry. She stood there frozen, arms wrapped protectively around her chest, only her lacy bra and panties shielding her most intimate places from his hungry gaze.
"I'm sorry," he rasped, drinking in the sight of her full breasts straining against the flimsy cups of her bra, her dusky nipples peeking out enticingly. "I couldn't help myself. You're so fucking beautiful, Ayesha."
He reached for her with trembling hands, but Ayesha shook her head vehemently. "No, Salim," she whispered, her voice quavering with fear and exhilaration. "Not like this. I'm not ready."
Salim growled in frustration, his cock throbbing almost painfully in his underwear. He wanted to tear off her remaining clothes, to bury himself deep inside her and make her scream his name. But he knew he had to be patient.
Over the next few days, Salim redoubled his efforts to seduce his baby sister. He brought her gifts, showered her with compliments, found any excuse to touch her. Ayesha allowed him small intimacies - a chaste kiss here, a light caress there. But every time Salim tried to push things further, she pulled back.
"Please, bhaijaan," she would plead, her dark eyes shimmering with tears. "I care about you so much, but we can't do this. It's wrong."
But Salim was a master manipulator, and he slowly wore down Ayesha's resistance. He caught her in the shower, feasting his eyes on her soapy body through the steamy glass. He "accidentally" walked in on her changing, lingering just a moment too long to admire the way her round ass filled out her panties.
And then, one fateful evening, Ayesha allowed him to touch her breasts for the first time. Salim nearly wept with joy as he filled his hands with her soft mounds, thumbing her nipples until they were stiff peaks. He laved them with his tongue, suckling greedily as Ayesha gasped and moaned above him.
"More," he panted, his voice thick with desire. "I want to taste all of you."
Ayesha hesitated only a moment before slipping off her panties, baring the glistening pink folds of her pussy to his avid gaze. Salim wasted no time burying his face between her thighs, eating at her like a starving man. He thrust his tongue deep into her tight channel before flicking it over her clit, relishing the way she bucked and writhed against him.
After that, it was only a matter of time. Ayesha let Salim worship her body with his mouth and hands, moaning shamelessly as he brought her to the brink of climax again and again. She even allowed him to remove his underwear, watching with wide eyes as he fisted his thick cock, spilling his seed on her stomach with a hoarse cry.
But every time Salim tried to take things further, Ayesha resisted. "Not yet," she would whisper, tracing the lines of his chest with a feather-light touch. "Soon, but not yet."
And so it went on for days - passionate petting sessions that left them both aching and unsatisfied. Salim grew more and more desperate, his need for his baby sister consuming him. He knew he would do anything to claim her completely.
Finally, when he was at the end of his rope, Ayesha gave him the green light. She lay back on the bed, spreading her thighs in silent invitation as Salim crawled over her, his cock hard and throbbing between them.
"Are you sure?" he breathed, poised at her entrance. "There's no going back after this."
Ayesha nodded, cupping his face in her hands. "I'm sure," she said softly. "I want you, Salim. All of you."
With a triumphant roar, Salim thrust deep, burying himself in his sister's tight heat. Ayesha cried out at the sudden intrusion, but soon she was matching him stroke for stroke, her hips rising to meet his.
They made love slowly at first, savoring every touch, every kiss. But soon passion overtook them and they coupled fiercely, the headboard slamming against the wall as Salim pounded into Ayesha's willing body.
When it was over, they lay tangled together in a sweaty heap, hearts pounding as one. Salim peppered Ayesha's face with kisses, marveling at the way her body fit so perfectly against his.
"I love you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I always have."
Ayesha smiled up at him, her eyes shining with tears. "I know," she said softly. "And I love you too, Salim. My big brother."
From that day on, Ayesha worked tirelessly to keep Salim on the straight and narrow. She convinced him to enroll in college, to find a respectable job. And in return, she promised him the ultimate prize - the chance to claim her anal virginity.
Salim blossomed under Ayesha's love and guidance, becoming a model citizen. He doted on his little sister, treating her like a princess and indulging her every whim. And when the time was right, he made good on his promise, worshipping Ayesha's ass with his tongue and fingers until she was begging for him to take her.
As he slid into her tight back passage with a groan of pure pleasure, Salim knew he had never been happier. His baby sister had saved him from a life of crime and given him the greatest gift of all - her love.
And he vowed to spend the rest of his days proving himself worthy of her trust.
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Confused love
Rohan, a 21-year-old with a sharp mind and a love for cricket, watched his sister Ria blossom. One morning, she emerged from her room, a vision transformed. Gone was the slender girl; in her place stood a curvaceous woman, her figure enhanced by an almost overnight physical change. Ria, usually bubbly and fashion-forward, seemed even more radiant, her newfound confidence radiating an intoxicating allure. Rohan, initially protective, felt an unsettling shift in his affections. He found himself captivated, his brotherly love morphing into something far more intense. Ria, sensing his change, began a playful game of cat and mouse. She’d casually display her cleavage, her enigmatic smile lingering as she met his gaze. Leaving a room, she’d sway her hips with deliberate abandon, then turn, catching him staring, a mischievous glint in her eyes. One evening, finding themselves alone, Rohan attempted to touch her arm, then her waist; Ria playfully pushed him away, giggling. Another time, he tried to steal a kiss; she dodged him, a playful smack on his cheek her only response. A third attempt, during a movie, resulted in a swift kick under the table.
From Rohan's perspective, this was a confusing, exhilarating torment. He tried to act like a boyfriend— bringing her flowers, planning romantic dates, trying to win her heart. Ria, however, remained steadfast. Her rejections were tinged with sadness, a mix of affection and fear. “Rohan,” she said softly one evening, “this isn’t right. It’s… wrong. What about our parents, our family?” Rohan, desperate, blurted out, “But Ria, it happens! I read about it online! Siblings in other countries…it’s normal!” He presented her with articles— dubious articles, admittedly— showcasing unusual family dynamics. Ria sighed, her eyes welling up. She didn't doubt him; she doubted the world outside their sheltered, upper-middle-class Mumbai life. The cultural taboos felt like insurmountable walls.
From Ria's perspective, rejecting Rohan was heartbreaking. She loved him, cherished him, but the idea of a romantic relationship was beyond her comprehension. The thought of betraying the trust of their hardworking parents, the potential societal ostracism, paralyzed her. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a thrill in his pursuit; his transformed love was a testament to the intense bond they shared, making the decision even more agonizing. Time passed, and their unspoken secret hung heavy in the air. Then, one day, Rohan simply stopped. He resumed his normal brotherly demeanor. Ria found peace in his return to normalcy, understanding that their unconventional attraction, though powerful, was a phase. The secret remained, a silent bond between them, a testament to the complexities of family and desire. Their love for each other remained, but it found a new and suitable expression in a healthy, respectful sibling relationship.
Rohan, a 21-year-old with a sharp mind and a love for cricket, watched his sister Ria blossom. One morning, she emerged from her room, a vision transformed. Gone was the slender girl; in her place stood a curvaceous woman, her figure enhanced by an almost overnight physical change. Ria, usually bubbly and fashion-forward, seemed even more radiant, her newfound confidence radiating an intoxicating allure. Rohan, initially protective, felt an unsettling shift in his affections. He found himself captivated, his brotherly love morphing into something far more intense. Ria, sensing his change, began a playful game of cat and mouse. She’d casually display her cleavage, her enigmatic smile lingering as she met his gaze. Leaving a room, she’d sway her hips with deliberate abandon, then turn, catching him staring, a mischievous glint in her eyes. One evening, finding themselves alone, Rohan attempted to touch her arm, then her waist; Ria playfully pushed him away, giggling. Another time, he tried to steal a kiss; she dodged him, a playful smack on his cheek her only response. A third attempt, during a movie, resulted in a swift kick under the table.
From Rohan's perspective, this was a confusing, exhilarating torment. He tried to act like a boyfriend— bringing her flowers, planning romantic dates, trying to win her heart. Ria, however, remained steadfast. Her rejections were tinged with sadness, a mix of affection and fear. “Rohan,” she said softly one evening, “this isn’t right. It’s… wrong. What about our parents, our family?” Rohan, desperate, blurted out, “But Ria, it happens! I read about it online! Siblings in other countries…it’s normal!” He presented her with articles— dubious articles, admittedly— showcasing unusual family dynamics. Ria sighed, her eyes welling up. She didn't doubt him; she doubted the world outside their sheltered, upper-middle-class Mumbai life. The cultural taboos felt like insurmountable walls.
From Ria's perspective, rejecting Rohan was heartbreaking. She loved him, cherished him, but the idea of a romantic relationship was beyond her comprehension. The thought of betraying the trust of their hardworking parents, the potential societal ostracism, paralyzed her. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a thrill in his pursuit; his transformed love was a testament to the intense bond they shared, making the decision even more agonizing. Time passed, and their unspoken secret hung heavy in the air. Then, one day, Rohan simply stopped. He resumed his normal brotherly demeanor. Ria found peace in his return to normalcy, understanding that their unconventional attraction, though powerful, was a phase. The secret remained, a silent bond between them, a testament to the complexities of family and desire. Their love for each other remained, but it found a new and suitable expression in a healthy, respectful sibling relationship.
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Teaching kid sister
Raj and Neha were always close siblings, with only two years between them. Raj was 20 years old, a handsome and smart young man with a kind heart. Neha, on the other hand, was 18 years old and just as beautiful as her brother. She had long, flowing hair, big, doe-like eyes, and a smile that could light up a room.
One day, Neha was struggling with her studies, and Raj offered to help her out. They sat down at the dining table, books spread out in front of them, and Raj began explaining the concepts to her. As he was gesturing animatedly, he accidentally elbowed Neha's chest, causing her to wince in pain.
I'm so sorry, Neha. Are you okay? Raj asked, his eyes widening in concern.
Neha nodded, rubbing her sore chest. But Raj couldn't help but notice how big her breasts were. He had never really paid attention to them before, but now that he had accidentally touched them, he couldn't seem to get them out of his mind.
As the days went by, Raj found himself stealing glances at Neha whenever he could. He noticed how her curves had become more pronounced, her hips broader, her ass rounder. It was almost as if his attention was causing her body to grow and develop in all the right places.
At first, Neha ignored Raj's subtle touches and glances. She told herself that it was just her imagination, that her brother would never look at her in that way. But as time went on, she couldn't deny the feelings that were stirring inside her.
One evening, Neha confronted Raj, her eyes flashing with anger. What are you doing, Raj? Why are you always touching me? It's not normal!
Raj took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain himself. Neha, I can't help it. I don't know why, but I'm attracted to you. I know it's wrong, but I can't stop myself.
Neha's eyes widened in shock, but deep down, she couldn't deny that she felt the same way. She was torn between society's expectations and her own desires.
Raj slowly reached out and gently took Neha's hand in his, feeling her soft skin against his. He leaned in and pressed a light kiss to her lips, his touch almost platonic in nature. But Neha felt a spark ignite between them, a forbidden desire that she couldn't ignore.
In the days that followed, Raj's touches became more intense, his kisses more passionate. He whispered sweet nothings in Neha's ear, making her shiver with pleasure. And finally, one night, he made her hold his cock, feeling her hands tremble with anticipation.
The next step was even more daring. Raj knelt in front of Neha, gently parting her legs as he leaned in to taste her sweetness. Neha's breath caught in her throat as he explored her with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
And finally, one fateful night, Raj made love to Neha, deflowering her in a fit of passion. They became one, their bodies entwined in a dance of love and desire.
But as the sun rose on a new day, reality set in. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. They had to hide their forbidden love from their parents, from society.
Raj and Neha knew that they were playing with fire, but they also knew that their love was worth the risk. And as they lay entwined in each other's arms, they vowed to keep their secret safe, no matter what challenges they may face.
Their love was a complex kind of creativity, a forbidden kind of beauty. And in each other's arms, they found the thrill of a lifetime.
Raj and Neha were always close siblings, with only two years between them. Raj was 20 years old, a handsome and smart young man with a kind heart. Neha, on the other hand, was 18 years old and just as beautiful as her brother. She had long, flowing hair, big, doe-like eyes, and a smile that could light up a room.
One day, Neha was struggling with her studies, and Raj offered to help her out. They sat down at the dining table, books spread out in front of them, and Raj began explaining the concepts to her. As he was gesturing animatedly, he accidentally elbowed Neha's chest, causing her to wince in pain.
I'm so sorry, Neha. Are you okay? Raj asked, his eyes widening in concern.
Neha nodded, rubbing her sore chest. But Raj couldn't help but notice how big her breasts were. He had never really paid attention to them before, but now that he had accidentally touched them, he couldn't seem to get them out of his mind.
As the days went by, Raj found himself stealing glances at Neha whenever he could. He noticed how her curves had become more pronounced, her hips broader, her ass rounder. It was almost as if his attention was causing her body to grow and develop in all the right places.
At first, Neha ignored Raj's subtle touches and glances. She told herself that it was just her imagination, that her brother would never look at her in that way. But as time went on, she couldn't deny the feelings that were stirring inside her.
One evening, Neha confronted Raj, her eyes flashing with anger. What are you doing, Raj? Why are you always touching me? It's not normal!
Raj took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain himself. Neha, I can't help it. I don't know why, but I'm attracted to you. I know it's wrong, but I can't stop myself.
Neha's eyes widened in shock, but deep down, she couldn't deny that she felt the same way. She was torn between society's expectations and her own desires.
Raj slowly reached out and gently took Neha's hand in his, feeling her soft skin against his. He leaned in and pressed a light kiss to her lips, his touch almost platonic in nature. But Neha felt a spark ignite between them, a forbidden desire that she couldn't ignore.
In the days that followed, Raj's touches became more intense, his kisses more passionate. He whispered sweet nothings in Neha's ear, making her shiver with pleasure. And finally, one night, he made her hold his cock, feeling her hands tremble with anticipation.
The next step was even more daring. Raj knelt in front of Neha, gently parting her legs as he leaned in to taste her sweetness. Neha's breath caught in her throat as he explored her with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
And finally, one fateful night, Raj made love to Neha, deflowering her in a fit of passion. They became one, their bodies entwined in a dance of love and desire.
But as the sun rose on a new day, reality set in. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. They had to hide their forbidden love from their parents, from society.
Raj and Neha knew that they were playing with fire, but they also knew that their love was worth the risk. And as they lay entwined in each other's arms, they vowed to keep their secret safe, no matter what challenges they may face.
Their love was a complex kind of creativity, a forbidden kind of beauty. And in each other's arms, they found the thrill of a lifetime.
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Sibling Rivalry
Priya and Deepak had been at odds for as long as they could remember. Their father's sudden death had only served to intensify their feud, with the business empire he had built now hanging in the balance. The siblings were as different as night and day - Priya, with her stunning looks and sharp mind, and Deepak, with his business acumen and handsome features.
The dispute between them had begun to affect the company's share value on the stock market, and their employees were caught in the crossfire, adding fuel to the fire. It seemed like there was no end in sight to their bitter rivalry.
Their grand uncle, Mr. Oberoi, a successful businessman in his own right, had tried to mediate between them, but to no avail. Finally, he decided to take matters into his own hands and invited them to his farm house in Ranikhet, a beautiful hill station in India.
As they arrived at the secluded farm house, Mr. Oberoi regaled them with tales of their childhood, of the days when they used to play in the vast courtyard and run around the sprawling gardens. The memories softened their hardened hearts, if only for a moment.
The next morning, Mr. Oberoi informed them that he had to leave for Mumbai on urgent business and asked them to stay at the farm house until he returned. He suggested they play a game of badminton, just like they used to as children.
The following day, the grand uncle had to leave for Mumbai on urgent business, leaving Priya and Deepak alone at the farm house. Remembering their childhood games of badminton in the courtyard, he left a note for them, instructing them to relax and enjoy themselves while he was away.
Priya, dressed in a short white skirt and a fitted white t-shirt, her racket in hand, joined Deepak in the courtyard. Deepak couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as he watched her move gracefully around the court, her racket held firmly in her hand.
As they played, the competitive spirit between them reignited, but this time there was an undercurrent of something else - a simmering attraction that neither of them had acknowledged before. Deepak found it difficult to concentrate on the game, his eyes constantly straying to Priya's curves and the tantalizing glimpse of her panties as she moved. As they played, Deepak couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty - her long, toned legs, her shapely behind, her luscious lips.
At the end of the game, Priya beamed in triumph as she shook Deepak's hand in victory. They retired to the garden for a well-deserved beer, where Deepak finally broke the silence and apologized for all the misunderstandings that had driven them apart.
Priya, noticing the bulge in his shorts and the desire in his eyes, felt a rush of attraction towards him. His sincerity and vulnerability touched her heart, and she found herself drawn to him in a way she had never experienced before. As they sat in the garden sipping beer, their conversation grew more intimate, their barriers slowly breaking down as they shared their innermost thoughts and feelings.
In a bold move, Deepak leaned in and kissed Priya lightly, his lips soft and tender against hers. The spark of electricity between them was undeniable, and before long, their embrace turned into a passionate kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more.
In a flurry of desire and longing, Deepak led Priya to the bedroom where he seduced her with gentle caresses and whispered words of love. As they undressed each other, their naked bodies intertwined in a dance of passion and desire, their souls finally connecting in a way that transcended their past grievances.
Priya's firm, large breasts with their pink nipples beckoned to Deepak, their softness and warmth a balm to his senses. His hands traced the curves of her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that burned bright and fierce.
As they made love in the woman-on-top position, Priya's moans of pleasure filled the room, her breathless gasps a symphony of ecstasy. Deepak worshiped her body with every touch, every kiss, his desire for her consuming him in a frenzy of lust and longing.
Switching to the doggy position, Priya's round, voluptuous ass captivated Deepak's gaze, the sight of her small tiny brown asshole a forbidden temptation. He entered her pussy from behind, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they reached the peak of ecstasy together, their cries of pleasure echoing through the room.
In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Priya and Deepak lay entwined in each other's arms, their hearts full of love and forgiveness. As they basked in the afterglow of their passion, a sense of peace and contentment settled over them, their differences finally put to rest.
When their grand uncle returned from his trip to Mumbai, he found the siblings sitting together, hand in hand, their faces radiant with joy and understanding. With a knowing smile, he blessed them and their newfound unity, knowing that the future of their father's empire was secure in their capable hands. And as they looked towards the horizon, a sense of hope and possibility filled their hearts, knowing that together, they could conquer any challenge that lay ahead.
Priya and Deepak had been at odds for as long as they could remember. Their father's sudden death had only served to intensify their feud, with the business empire he had built now hanging in the balance. The siblings were as different as night and day - Priya, with her stunning looks and sharp mind, and Deepak, with his business acumen and handsome features.
The dispute between them had begun to affect the company's share value on the stock market, and their employees were caught in the crossfire, adding fuel to the fire. It seemed like there was no end in sight to their bitter rivalry.
Their grand uncle, Mr. Oberoi, a successful businessman in his own right, had tried to mediate between them, but to no avail. Finally, he decided to take matters into his own hands and invited them to his farm house in Ranikhet, a beautiful hill station in India.
As they arrived at the secluded farm house, Mr. Oberoi regaled them with tales of their childhood, of the days when they used to play in the vast courtyard and run around the sprawling gardens. The memories softened their hardened hearts, if only for a moment.
The next morning, Mr. Oberoi informed them that he had to leave for Mumbai on urgent business and asked them to stay at the farm house until he returned. He suggested they play a game of badminton, just like they used to as children.
The following day, the grand uncle had to leave for Mumbai on urgent business, leaving Priya and Deepak alone at the farm house. Remembering their childhood games of badminton in the courtyard, he left a note for them, instructing them to relax and enjoy themselves while he was away.
Priya, dressed in a short white skirt and a fitted white t-shirt, her racket in hand, joined Deepak in the courtyard. Deepak couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as he watched her move gracefully around the court, her racket held firmly in her hand.
As they played, the competitive spirit between them reignited, but this time there was an undercurrent of something else - a simmering attraction that neither of them had acknowledged before. Deepak found it difficult to concentrate on the game, his eyes constantly straying to Priya's curves and the tantalizing glimpse of her panties as she moved. As they played, Deepak couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty - her long, toned legs, her shapely behind, her luscious lips.
At the end of the game, Priya beamed in triumph as she shook Deepak's hand in victory. They retired to the garden for a well-deserved beer, where Deepak finally broke the silence and apologized for all the misunderstandings that had driven them apart.
Priya, noticing the bulge in his shorts and the desire in his eyes, felt a rush of attraction towards him. His sincerity and vulnerability touched her heart, and she found herself drawn to him in a way she had never experienced before. As they sat in the garden sipping beer, their conversation grew more intimate, their barriers slowly breaking down as they shared their innermost thoughts and feelings.
In a bold move, Deepak leaned in and kissed Priya lightly, his lips soft and tender against hers. The spark of electricity between them was undeniable, and before long, their embrace turned into a passionate kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more.
In a flurry of desire and longing, Deepak led Priya to the bedroom where he seduced her with gentle caresses and whispered words of love. As they undressed each other, their naked bodies intertwined in a dance of passion and desire, their souls finally connecting in a way that transcended their past grievances.
Priya's firm, large breasts with their pink nipples beckoned to Deepak, their softness and warmth a balm to his senses. His hands traced the curves of her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that burned bright and fierce.
As they made love in the woman-on-top position, Priya's moans of pleasure filled the room, her breathless gasps a symphony of ecstasy. Deepak worshiped her body with every touch, every kiss, his desire for her consuming him in a frenzy of lust and longing.
Switching to the doggy position, Priya's round, voluptuous ass captivated Deepak's gaze, the sight of her small tiny brown asshole a forbidden temptation. He entered her pussy from behind, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they reached the peak of ecstasy together, their cries of pleasure echoing through the room.
In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Priya and Deepak lay entwined in each other's arms, their hearts full of love and forgiveness. As they basked in the afterglow of their passion, a sense of peace and contentment settled over them, their differences finally put to rest.
When their grand uncle returned from his trip to Mumbai, he found the siblings sitting together, hand in hand, their faces radiant with joy and understanding. With a knowing smile, he blessed them and their newfound unity, knowing that the future of their father's empire was secure in their capable hands. And as they looked towards the horizon, a sense of hope and possibility filled their hearts, knowing that together, they could conquer any challenge that lay ahead.
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Lovely little sister
"You're going to be late again, Rohan," Anushka called out from the kitchen, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
Rohan, lounging on the living room sofa with his phone in hand, barely looked up from the screen. "In a minute, sis," he replied, his thumbs tapping away at the phone's surface. "And what is this? Why this sudden calling my name instead of Rohan Bhaiyya?"
Anushka rolled her eyes, her annoyance growing. "Don't you start with that again," she warned, her voice sharp. "You know very well you're supposed to be at work by now. And I've got my own stuff to handle."
Ignoring her, Rohan sauntered into the kitchen, his footsteps echoing off the tiles. He leaned against the counter, his eyes never leaving her as she chopped vegetables. She could feel his gaze on her, the weight of it as heavy as the knife in her hand. "You're always so serious," he said with a smirk. "You need to loosen up."
Without warning, he reached out and squeezed her ass. The shock was palpable, and Anushka yelped, spinning around to face him. She swung her arm, her hand connecting with his outstretched one. The knife slipped from her grip, clattering onto the tiles.
"What the hell, Rohan?" she yelled, her eyes wide with a mix of anger and fear. Her heart hammered in her chest as she stepped away from the counter. "You can't just do that!"
Rohan laughed, his eyes darkening slightly. "Why not? You're my sister, aren't you? And we're all family here. Besides, you're looking pretty hot today," he said, eyeing her figure.
Anushka's cheeks flushed with anger. "That doesn't give you the right," she spat, her voice trembling. "This isn't some cheap Bollywood movie where the brother can just...just...touch his sister like that!" She stepped back further, her hand reaching for the knife handle, which was now lying harmlessly on the floor.
Rohan's laughter faded, his expression morphing into one of feigned innocence. "Relax, Anu," he said, holding up his hands. "It's just a bit of fun. You're so uptight." He took a step toward her, his gaze never leaving hers.
Anushka's eyes narrowed as she bent to retrieve the knife. "This isn't fun for me," she said firmly, her voice low and steady. "And don't call me Anu." She straightened up, gripping the knife's handle tightly. "You're not some hero from a Bollywood flick. This is real life. What you're feeling isn't right, and you need to stop it."
Rohan's smirk grew wider, his eyes lingering on the knife in her hand. "Is that so?" He took another step closer. "Then tell me, what do you think is right between a brother and sister?"
Anushka's grip tightened on the knife. She knew he was baiting her, but she couldn't let it slide. "Respect," she said firmly. "Boundaries. And definitely not that!" She gestured towards the door. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to get ready for college."
Rohan's smug look faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Fine," he said with a shrug. "But don't think you can ignore me forever. You're mine, Anushka. You always have been."
Anushka felt a strange thrill at his words, despite the fear that still lingered. She knew that what he was doing was wrong, but a part of her enjoyed the power she had over him. She pretended to be repulsed, but deep down, she felt a twisted sense of satisfaction at the desire she could see in his eyes. It was as if she had become the star of her own secret Bollywood drama, and she didn't want the scene to end just yet. She stepped back, the knife still in her hand. "Stay away from me," she ordered, her voice stronger now.
"Why so scared, Anu?" Rohan teased, taking another step closer. "I'm just your loving bhaiyya." His eyes danced with mischief, and she knew he was enjoying their little game as much as she was. But she couldn't let it go on. It was dangerous, and she had to maintain her dignity.
Anushka took a deep breath and made a decision. If she was going to play this game, she might as well set the rules. She bent down, ever so slowly, to pick up the knife from the floor, making sure to wriggle her ass in his direction. She felt his gaze on her, hot and heavy, and she had to bite back a smirk at the blatant desire in his eyes. As she stood, she turned to face him, the knife now safely in her grasp. "I said stay away," she repeated, her voice firm but with a playful edge to it.
Rohan's eyes followed the motion of her body, lingering on the curve of her hips. He took a step back, his expression a mix of surprise and arousal. "Okay, okay," he said, raising his hands in a mock surrender. "But you can't blame a guy for noticing his sister's... assets."
Anushka rolled her eyes but didn't deny his observation. Instead, she took the opportunity to lean against the counter, the knife still in her hand, and bent down to pick up the fallen vegetable pieces. Her ass was now at eye level, and she knew he couldn't resist the view. She could feel his gaze burning into her, and she couldn't help but enjoy the thrill it gave her. She was in control here, and she liked it.
"See something you like?" she quipped, looking up at him from under her lashes. She knew her low-cut top was revealing more than she usually allowed, but she wanted him to feel uncomfortable, to know that she was aware of his desires and that she could manipulate them.
Rohan's eyes snapped up to hers, and for a brief moment, she saw a flicker of something that looked like fear before it was quickly replaced by lust. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch her again, but she slapped it away with the back of her hand, the knife glinting in the kitchen light. "I told you, stay away," she said, her voice a dangerous purr.
Teasingly, Anushka bent over again, this time more dramatically, her ass pressing against the fabric of her tight jeans as she pretended to search for the vegetables. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she knew he was fighting the urge to reach out and grab her. It was thrilling, like playing with fire and not getting burned. She giggled as she stood up, turning to face him. "What's the matter, Rohan Bhaiyya?" she asked, her voice sweet and taunting.
Rohan's throat went dry, and the words came out as a hoarse whisper. "You... you're gorgeous, Anu." He swallowed hard, his eyes raking over her body.
Anushka felt a strange thrill at his compliment, despite the situation. She knew she should be outraged, but instead, she felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. She straightened up, the knife forgotten in her hand. "Thanks," she said, her voice softer than she had intended.
Rohan took another step closer, his hand reaching out tentatively. "Let me help you," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers. Anushka's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't move away. Instead, she handed him the knife, her fingers lingering against his for a second longer than necessary. She watched as he took the knife, his hand trembling slightly.
With a smirk, she stepped aside and allowed him to take her place at the counter. He was a clumsy chef, his movements awkward and forced, his eyes stealing glances at her every few seconds. She couldn't help but laugh as he fumbled with the vegetables, his usual confidence nowhere to be seen. It was a strange, heady feeling, knowing she had this effect on him, and she reveled in it, enjoying every moment of his discomfort.
Anushka leaned against the fridge, watching Rohan's every move with a critical eye. She knew he was trying to act casual, but she could see the hunger in his gaze, the way his eyes lingered on her body. She took a deep breath, the scent of the kitchen spices mixing with the tension in the air.
"I'll change my clothes in the meantime," she said innocently, turning on her heel and walking towards her bedroom. She knew he would follow. It was part of the dance they had unintentionally started, a dance she wasn't quite ready to end. Her heart raced as she heard his footsteps behind her, the sound of his leather sandals slapping against the cold marble floor.
Her ass swayed more than usual as she walked, the fabric of her jeans clinging to her curves. She knew he couldn't tear his eyes away. It was like a silent challenge, a dare. The tension was palpable, and she felt it coil around them like a serpent ready to strike. She could feel his gaze burning into her, and it sent shivers down her spine. It was wrong, she knew, but it was also intoxicating.
As she reached her bedroom, she glanced over her shoulder, catching his stare. He was closer than she had anticipated, his eyes dark and intense. The kitchen knife was still in his hand, and she watched as a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, his grip tightening around the handle.
"Keep the knife in the kitchen or you'll hurt yourself," she said, her voice light and playful, but the underlying warning was clear. She stepped into her room and closed the door, the click of the lock echoing through the silent apartment. Her heart was racing now, her breaths shallow. She leaned against the door, listening to his footsteps retreat, feeling the thrill of their little dance.
With trembling hands, she removed her top, her skin cool against the air. The fabric whispered against her body as it fell to the floor, revealing her black lace bra. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes tracing the curves of her breasts, her flat stomach, and her narrow waist. She was beautiful, she knew that. It was a power she had always had over men, including her own brother.
As she unzipped her jeans, she heard the soft click of the kitchen door closing. Rohan had gone back to finish chopping the vegetables, she assumed. She stepped out of the jeans, letting them pool around her ankles before kicking them aside. The sensation of the cool floor against her bare legs was exhilarating, a stark contrast to the heat she felt from his gaze.
Standing in just her black lace underwear, Anushka perused her wardrobe, her thoughts racing. Her eyes landed on a red dress that had been hanging there for weeks, untouched. It was bold, revealing, and definitely not something she would wear to college. But today felt different. She needed to make a statement, to assert her power in this twisted game they were playing.
As she slipped the dress over her head, the fabric hugging her body like a second skin, she heard the soft sound of her bedroom door opening. She turned to face the mirror, her eyes watching the reflection of Rohan as he entered the room,. He stopped short, his eyes widening as they took in the sight of her half-dressed form.
The kitchen knife was nowhere in sight, but the hunger in his eyes was sharper than any blade. He was mesmerized by the beauty of his sister, the swells of her breasts pushing against the delicate lace of her bra, the curve of her hips, the smoothness of her legs. He had never seen her like this before, vulnerable and exposed, and it was more than he could handle.
Rohan took a step into the room, his movements deliberate and controlled. He didn't want to spook her, not yet. He wanted her to come to him willingly, to be a part of this dance that had been building between them for what felt like forever. Anushka's eyes flickered to the doorway, meeting his gaze in the mirror. She didn't turn around, didn't speak, but her breath hitched just a little, giving him the encouragement he needed.
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers in the reflection. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His hand reached out, tentative at first, and then more assured as he placed it on her bare shoulder. She stiffened, but didn't pull away. It was as if she was daring him to make the next move, to cross the line that had been drawn so clearly between them.
Anushka's heart raced as she felt his warm hand on her skin. She knew she should be scared, but there was something about his touch that was strangely comforting, despite the fear. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, warm and erratic, and she knew he was just as nervous as she was.
Rohan leaned in closer, his breath tickling the sensitive skin behind her ear. He kissed her neck, his lips feather-light, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. His hand slid up to cradle her cheek, and she could feel his thumb trace the line of her jaw as he angled her face towards his. Their eyes met in the mirror, and she saw the raw hunger in his gaze. He was going to kiss her, she realized with a mix of terror and excitement.
The moment their lips met, it was like a dam had burst. Anushka's body responded instinctively, her hands coming up to grip his arms, pulling him closer. His mouth was hot and demanding, and she found herself kissing him back with a fervor she didn't know she possessed. His hands roamed her body, exploring the curves she had so carefully hidden beneath her clothes, his touch sending waves of sensation through her.
Rohan's hand found the clasp of her bra, and with a flick of his thumb, it fell away, exposing her breasts. He groaned into her mouth as he cupped them, his thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks into hardened buds. Anushka arched her back, pressing herself against him, the heat between her legs growing more insistent with every passing second.
Her boobs were indeed larger than he had ever imagined, filling his palms completely, and her areolas were the size of small coins, with thick pink nipples that begged for his attention. He broke the kiss to lean down, taking one into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it. She gasped, her hand reaching up to grip the back of his head, urging him on as he suckled her greedily.
The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of taboo and desire that Anushka had never felt before. She could feel her body betraying her, her nipples hardening under his ministrations, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her hand reached back to unclasp her bra completely, letting it fall to the floor with a soft whisper. Rohan's eyes widened as he took in the full view of her naked breasts, the rosy tips now standing at attention.
He leaned in again, his mouth capturing hers in a bruising kiss as his hands explored the newly exposed flesh. Anushka's breath came in gasps as she felt his teeth graze her sensitive skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Her own hands weren't idle, tracing the muscles of his back, feeling the heat of his body against hers.
Rohan's thumbs circled her areola, his palms cupping the heavy mounds of her breasts. He marveled at the contrast of her deep brown skin against the black lace of her panties. Her nipples were a deep shade of pink, almost red, the tips thick and begging for his touch. He rolled one between his thumb and forefinger, feeling it harden even more as she moaned into his mouth.
Her pussy was clean shaven, a smooth expanse of skin that was softer than he could have imagined. He could see the faint outline of her labia, the pink flesh peeking out from beneath the lace. It was a sight that sent his pulse racing, making him want to drop to his knees and worship her right there. The scent of her arousal filled the air, sweet and musky, and he knew he had to taste her.
Rohan's hand slipped down to the waistband of her panties, his thumbs hooking into the lace as he pulled them down slowly. Anushka stepped out of them, her legs trembling slightly. He could see the glisten of her wetness, the way her pussy quivered with every little movement she made. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, and he felt his cock strain against the fabric of his pants in response.
With trembling hands, he unbuttoned his own shirt, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. The fabric fell away, revealing the tanned expanse of his chest, the muscles rippling as he moved. His jeans followed, pooled around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, now as naked as she was. His cock stood erect, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum.
Anushka's eyes widened in the mirror as she took in the sight. It was the first cock she had ever seen up close, and it was both terrifying and fascinating. It was so much larger than she had imagined, a living, pulsing thing that seemed to have a mind of its own as it bobbed in front of her. She felt a strange mix of fear and desire, the weight of it in the air as palpable as the heat radiating from their bodies.
With surprising ease, Rohan lifted her off her feet, his arms strong and sure around her waist. She gasped, her legs automatically wrapping around his hips as he carried her to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He laid her down gently, his body hovering over hers, his breath hot and uneven against her neck. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the gravity of what was happening finally sinking in.
He began to kiss her again, starting at her neck and moving down to her collarbone, his tongue tracing the delicate line of her skin. His hands caressed her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples until she was arching off the bed with need. Anushka felt her fear give way to desire, her body responding to his touch in a way she had never experienced before. It was wrong, but in that moment, it felt so incredibly right.
Rohan positioned himself between her legs, his cock brushing against her wet pussy. He groaned, the feeling of her heat against him making him want to plunge into her immediately. But he held back, wanting to savor this moment, to make it perfect for her. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the line of her jaw before moving to her ear. "Are you sure, Anu?" he whispered, his voice thick with lust.
Anushka's eyes fluttered shut as she nodded. "Yes," she breathed. "I'm sure."
Rohan's response was to kiss her again, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing them apart. He settled between her legs, his cock nudging at her entrance. She felt a flash of fear, but it was quickly drowned out by the desire that was building within her. He was gentle at first, kissing and caressing her until she was begging for more. His fingers found her clit, rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure as he kissed her deeply.
Her hips began to move in response, seeking the friction she needed. He chuckled against her mouth, the sound sending a thrill through her. "So eager," he murmured, his voice low and husky. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her slick folds. Anushka could feel her muscles tense, anticipating the penetration she had only read about in books.
Rohan entered her with a slow, steady thrust, his eyes never leaving hers. Anushka's breath hitched in her throat as she felt herself being filled, the sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was a mix of pain and pleasure that she couldn't quite process, but she knew she didn't want it to stop. His strokes grew more urgent, his hips pumping into her with a primal rhythm that seemed to resonate deep within her soul.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance that had been building for years without their knowledge. Anushka's legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she matched his every movement. She could feel his cock stretching her, reaching places she never knew existed, and the sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating. His kisses grew more feverish, his breathing harsh and erratic as he claimed her, his sister, his forbidden fruit.
The moment of penetration was like a spark igniting a wildfire. Anushka's eyes widened, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out, her body stretching around his thickness. But the pain was fleeting, replaced by a deep, all-consuming pleasure that grew with each thrust. She could feel the muscles in her pussy contract around him, pulling him deeper, urging him on. Rohan's eyes never left hers, the intensity in his gaze making her feel more alive than she had ever felt before.
He moved with the patience of a predator stalking its prey, his strokes long and measured. Anushka's hips began to rock in time with his movements, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails leaving faint marks in his skin. She had never felt so powerful, so desired, and it was a feeling she didn't want to lose.
Her moans grew louder, filling the room, and she could feel the tension building within her. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, her orgasm a wave that threatened to crash over her. Rohan's eyes bore into hers, the hunger in them growing with each passing moment. He knew he had her, knew she was his for the taking, and it was a heady feeling.
The climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, her body convulsing as she cried out his name. Rohan's own release followed swiftly, his hips bucking into her as he spilled himself inside her, claiming her completely. They lay there for a moment, their breathing ragged, their bodies slick with sweat.
As the tremors of pleasure began to subside, Rohan leaned over her, kissing her forehead gently. "I love you," he whispered against her skin, his voice filled with a tenderness that was at odds with the raw passion of moments before. Anushka's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, the reality of what they had just done crashing down on her like a ton of bricks.
For a moment, she was lost in the warmth of his embrace, the love in his eyes shimmering like the first light of dawn. Then the guilt set in, a cold, heavy weight that settled in the pit of her stomach. What had they done? This was her brother, her protector, her confidant. Yet, in the throes of passion, she had allowed herself to be taken by him.
Anushka pushed herself up on her elbows, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Hey, you're already late for work," she teased, trying to break the tension with a bit of humor.
Rohan's eyes never left hers as he chuckled, his chest still heaving with exertion. "Fuck the work," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.
Anushka's smile grew wider, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You say that now, but when you're getting fired for being late, remember who was the reason," she teased, her voice a mix of sultry and playful.
Rohan reached out his hand and patted her ass firmly. "I know," he said, his voice filled with a newfound sense of authority. "But you're worth it."
Anushka couldn't help but laugh, the sound a little shaky, a little nervous. She leaned in and kissed him again, feeling his cock twitch against her thigh. "I love you too, bhaiyya," she murmured against his lips. It was the first time she had ever used that term of endearment in this way, and it sent a thrill through her.
Rohan rolled over, pulling her with him so she was straddling his hips. His cock was still hard, still slick with their combined juices. "This is just the beginning, Anu," he said, his voice low and full of promise. "We're going to explore every inch of each other."
"You're going to be late again, Rohan," Anushka called out from the kitchen, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
Rohan, lounging on the living room sofa with his phone in hand, barely looked up from the screen. "In a minute, sis," he replied, his thumbs tapping away at the phone's surface. "And what is this? Why this sudden calling my name instead of Rohan Bhaiyya?"
Anushka rolled her eyes, her annoyance growing. "Don't you start with that again," she warned, her voice sharp. "You know very well you're supposed to be at work by now. And I've got my own stuff to handle."
Ignoring her, Rohan sauntered into the kitchen, his footsteps echoing off the tiles. He leaned against the counter, his eyes never leaving her as she chopped vegetables. She could feel his gaze on her, the weight of it as heavy as the knife in her hand. "You're always so serious," he said with a smirk. "You need to loosen up."
Without warning, he reached out and squeezed her ass. The shock was palpable, and Anushka yelped, spinning around to face him. She swung her arm, her hand connecting with his outstretched one. The knife slipped from her grip, clattering onto the tiles.
"What the hell, Rohan?" she yelled, her eyes wide with a mix of anger and fear. Her heart hammered in her chest as she stepped away from the counter. "You can't just do that!"
Rohan laughed, his eyes darkening slightly. "Why not? You're my sister, aren't you? And we're all family here. Besides, you're looking pretty hot today," he said, eyeing her figure.
Anushka's cheeks flushed with anger. "That doesn't give you the right," she spat, her voice trembling. "This isn't some cheap Bollywood movie where the brother can just...just...touch his sister like that!" She stepped back further, her hand reaching for the knife handle, which was now lying harmlessly on the floor.
Rohan's laughter faded, his expression morphing into one of feigned innocence. "Relax, Anu," he said, holding up his hands. "It's just a bit of fun. You're so uptight." He took a step toward her, his gaze never leaving hers.
Anushka's eyes narrowed as she bent to retrieve the knife. "This isn't fun for me," she said firmly, her voice low and steady. "And don't call me Anu." She straightened up, gripping the knife's handle tightly. "You're not some hero from a Bollywood flick. This is real life. What you're feeling isn't right, and you need to stop it."
Rohan's smirk grew wider, his eyes lingering on the knife in her hand. "Is that so?" He took another step closer. "Then tell me, what do you think is right between a brother and sister?"
Anushka's grip tightened on the knife. She knew he was baiting her, but she couldn't let it slide. "Respect," she said firmly. "Boundaries. And definitely not that!" She gestured towards the door. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to get ready for college."
Rohan's smug look faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Fine," he said with a shrug. "But don't think you can ignore me forever. You're mine, Anushka. You always have been."
Anushka felt a strange thrill at his words, despite the fear that still lingered. She knew that what he was doing was wrong, but a part of her enjoyed the power she had over him. She pretended to be repulsed, but deep down, she felt a twisted sense of satisfaction at the desire she could see in his eyes. It was as if she had become the star of her own secret Bollywood drama, and she didn't want the scene to end just yet. She stepped back, the knife still in her hand. "Stay away from me," she ordered, her voice stronger now.
"Why so scared, Anu?" Rohan teased, taking another step closer. "I'm just your loving bhaiyya." His eyes danced with mischief, and she knew he was enjoying their little game as much as she was. But she couldn't let it go on. It was dangerous, and she had to maintain her dignity.
Anushka took a deep breath and made a decision. If she was going to play this game, she might as well set the rules. She bent down, ever so slowly, to pick up the knife from the floor, making sure to wriggle her ass in his direction. She felt his gaze on her, hot and heavy, and she had to bite back a smirk at the blatant desire in his eyes. As she stood, she turned to face him, the knife now safely in her grasp. "I said stay away," she repeated, her voice firm but with a playful edge to it.
Rohan's eyes followed the motion of her body, lingering on the curve of her hips. He took a step back, his expression a mix of surprise and arousal. "Okay, okay," he said, raising his hands in a mock surrender. "But you can't blame a guy for noticing his sister's... assets."
Anushka rolled her eyes but didn't deny his observation. Instead, she took the opportunity to lean against the counter, the knife still in her hand, and bent down to pick up the fallen vegetable pieces. Her ass was now at eye level, and she knew he couldn't resist the view. She could feel his gaze burning into her, and she couldn't help but enjoy the thrill it gave her. She was in control here, and she liked it.
"See something you like?" she quipped, looking up at him from under her lashes. She knew her low-cut top was revealing more than she usually allowed, but she wanted him to feel uncomfortable, to know that she was aware of his desires and that she could manipulate them.
Rohan's eyes snapped up to hers, and for a brief moment, she saw a flicker of something that looked like fear before it was quickly replaced by lust. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch her again, but she slapped it away with the back of her hand, the knife glinting in the kitchen light. "I told you, stay away," she said, her voice a dangerous purr.
Teasingly, Anushka bent over again, this time more dramatically, her ass pressing against the fabric of her tight jeans as she pretended to search for the vegetables. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she knew he was fighting the urge to reach out and grab her. It was thrilling, like playing with fire and not getting burned. She giggled as she stood up, turning to face him. "What's the matter, Rohan Bhaiyya?" she asked, her voice sweet and taunting.
Rohan's throat went dry, and the words came out as a hoarse whisper. "You... you're gorgeous, Anu." He swallowed hard, his eyes raking over her body.
Anushka felt a strange thrill at his compliment, despite the situation. She knew she should be outraged, but instead, she felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. She straightened up, the knife forgotten in her hand. "Thanks," she said, her voice softer than she had intended.
Rohan took another step closer, his hand reaching out tentatively. "Let me help you," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers. Anushka's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't move away. Instead, she handed him the knife, her fingers lingering against his for a second longer than necessary. She watched as he took the knife, his hand trembling slightly.
With a smirk, she stepped aside and allowed him to take her place at the counter. He was a clumsy chef, his movements awkward and forced, his eyes stealing glances at her every few seconds. She couldn't help but laugh as he fumbled with the vegetables, his usual confidence nowhere to be seen. It was a strange, heady feeling, knowing she had this effect on him, and she reveled in it, enjoying every moment of his discomfort.
Anushka leaned against the fridge, watching Rohan's every move with a critical eye. She knew he was trying to act casual, but she could see the hunger in his gaze, the way his eyes lingered on her body. She took a deep breath, the scent of the kitchen spices mixing with the tension in the air.
"I'll change my clothes in the meantime," she said innocently, turning on her heel and walking towards her bedroom. She knew he would follow. It was part of the dance they had unintentionally started, a dance she wasn't quite ready to end. Her heart raced as she heard his footsteps behind her, the sound of his leather sandals slapping against the cold marble floor.
Her ass swayed more than usual as she walked, the fabric of her jeans clinging to her curves. She knew he couldn't tear his eyes away. It was like a silent challenge, a dare. The tension was palpable, and she felt it coil around them like a serpent ready to strike. She could feel his gaze burning into her, and it sent shivers down her spine. It was wrong, she knew, but it was also intoxicating.
As she reached her bedroom, she glanced over her shoulder, catching his stare. He was closer than she had anticipated, his eyes dark and intense. The kitchen knife was still in his hand, and she watched as a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, his grip tightening around the handle.
"Keep the knife in the kitchen or you'll hurt yourself," she said, her voice light and playful, but the underlying warning was clear. She stepped into her room and closed the door, the click of the lock echoing through the silent apartment. Her heart was racing now, her breaths shallow. She leaned against the door, listening to his footsteps retreat, feeling the thrill of their little dance.
With trembling hands, she removed her top, her skin cool against the air. The fabric whispered against her body as it fell to the floor, revealing her black lace bra. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes tracing the curves of her breasts, her flat stomach, and her narrow waist. She was beautiful, she knew that. It was a power she had always had over men, including her own brother.
As she unzipped her jeans, she heard the soft click of the kitchen door closing. Rohan had gone back to finish chopping the vegetables, she assumed. She stepped out of the jeans, letting them pool around her ankles before kicking them aside. The sensation of the cool floor against her bare legs was exhilarating, a stark contrast to the heat she felt from his gaze.
Standing in just her black lace underwear, Anushka perused her wardrobe, her thoughts racing. Her eyes landed on a red dress that had been hanging there for weeks, untouched. It was bold, revealing, and definitely not something she would wear to college. But today felt different. She needed to make a statement, to assert her power in this twisted game they were playing.
As she slipped the dress over her head, the fabric hugging her body like a second skin, she heard the soft sound of her bedroom door opening. She turned to face the mirror, her eyes watching the reflection of Rohan as he entered the room,. He stopped short, his eyes widening as they took in the sight of her half-dressed form.
The kitchen knife was nowhere in sight, but the hunger in his eyes was sharper than any blade. He was mesmerized by the beauty of his sister, the swells of her breasts pushing against the delicate lace of her bra, the curve of her hips, the smoothness of her legs. He had never seen her like this before, vulnerable and exposed, and it was more than he could handle.
Rohan took a step into the room, his movements deliberate and controlled. He didn't want to spook her, not yet. He wanted her to come to him willingly, to be a part of this dance that had been building between them for what felt like forever. Anushka's eyes flickered to the doorway, meeting his gaze in the mirror. She didn't turn around, didn't speak, but her breath hitched just a little, giving him the encouragement he needed.
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers in the reflection. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His hand reached out, tentative at first, and then more assured as he placed it on her bare shoulder. She stiffened, but didn't pull away. It was as if she was daring him to make the next move, to cross the line that had been drawn so clearly between them.
Anushka's heart raced as she felt his warm hand on her skin. She knew she should be scared, but there was something about his touch that was strangely comforting, despite the fear. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, warm and erratic, and she knew he was just as nervous as she was.
Rohan leaned in closer, his breath tickling the sensitive skin behind her ear. He kissed her neck, his lips feather-light, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. His hand slid up to cradle her cheek, and she could feel his thumb trace the line of her jaw as he angled her face towards his. Their eyes met in the mirror, and she saw the raw hunger in his gaze. He was going to kiss her, she realized with a mix of terror and excitement.
The moment their lips met, it was like a dam had burst. Anushka's body responded instinctively, her hands coming up to grip his arms, pulling him closer. His mouth was hot and demanding, and she found herself kissing him back with a fervor she didn't know she possessed. His hands roamed her body, exploring the curves she had so carefully hidden beneath her clothes, his touch sending waves of sensation through her.
Rohan's hand found the clasp of her bra, and with a flick of his thumb, it fell away, exposing her breasts. He groaned into her mouth as he cupped them, his thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks into hardened buds. Anushka arched her back, pressing herself against him, the heat between her legs growing more insistent with every passing second.
Her boobs were indeed larger than he had ever imagined, filling his palms completely, and her areolas were the size of small coins, with thick pink nipples that begged for his attention. He broke the kiss to lean down, taking one into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it. She gasped, her hand reaching up to grip the back of his head, urging him on as he suckled her greedily.
The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of taboo and desire that Anushka had never felt before. She could feel her body betraying her, her nipples hardening under his ministrations, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her hand reached back to unclasp her bra completely, letting it fall to the floor with a soft whisper. Rohan's eyes widened as he took in the full view of her naked breasts, the rosy tips now standing at attention.
He leaned in again, his mouth capturing hers in a bruising kiss as his hands explored the newly exposed flesh. Anushka's breath came in gasps as she felt his teeth graze her sensitive skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Her own hands weren't idle, tracing the muscles of his back, feeling the heat of his body against hers.
Rohan's thumbs circled her areola, his palms cupping the heavy mounds of her breasts. He marveled at the contrast of her deep brown skin against the black lace of her panties. Her nipples were a deep shade of pink, almost red, the tips thick and begging for his touch. He rolled one between his thumb and forefinger, feeling it harden even more as she moaned into his mouth.
Her pussy was clean shaven, a smooth expanse of skin that was softer than he could have imagined. He could see the faint outline of her labia, the pink flesh peeking out from beneath the lace. It was a sight that sent his pulse racing, making him want to drop to his knees and worship her right there. The scent of her arousal filled the air, sweet and musky, and he knew he had to taste her.
Rohan's hand slipped down to the waistband of her panties, his thumbs hooking into the lace as he pulled them down slowly. Anushka stepped out of them, her legs trembling slightly. He could see the glisten of her wetness, the way her pussy quivered with every little movement she made. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, and he felt his cock strain against the fabric of his pants in response.
With trembling hands, he unbuttoned his own shirt, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. The fabric fell away, revealing the tanned expanse of his chest, the muscles rippling as he moved. His jeans followed, pooled around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, now as naked as she was. His cock stood erect, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum.
Anushka's eyes widened in the mirror as she took in the sight. It was the first cock she had ever seen up close, and it was both terrifying and fascinating. It was so much larger than she had imagined, a living, pulsing thing that seemed to have a mind of its own as it bobbed in front of her. She felt a strange mix of fear and desire, the weight of it in the air as palpable as the heat radiating from their bodies.
With surprising ease, Rohan lifted her off her feet, his arms strong and sure around her waist. She gasped, her legs automatically wrapping around his hips as he carried her to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He laid her down gently, his body hovering over hers, his breath hot and uneven against her neck. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the gravity of what was happening finally sinking in.
He began to kiss her again, starting at her neck and moving down to her collarbone, his tongue tracing the delicate line of her skin. His hands caressed her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples until she was arching off the bed with need. Anushka felt her fear give way to desire, her body responding to his touch in a way she had never experienced before. It was wrong, but in that moment, it felt so incredibly right.
Rohan positioned himself between her legs, his cock brushing against her wet pussy. He groaned, the feeling of her heat against him making him want to plunge into her immediately. But he held back, wanting to savor this moment, to make it perfect for her. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the line of her jaw before moving to her ear. "Are you sure, Anu?" he whispered, his voice thick with lust.
Anushka's eyes fluttered shut as she nodded. "Yes," she breathed. "I'm sure."
Rohan's response was to kiss her again, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing them apart. He settled between her legs, his cock nudging at her entrance. She felt a flash of fear, but it was quickly drowned out by the desire that was building within her. He was gentle at first, kissing and caressing her until she was begging for more. His fingers found her clit, rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure as he kissed her deeply.
Her hips began to move in response, seeking the friction she needed. He chuckled against her mouth, the sound sending a thrill through her. "So eager," he murmured, his voice low and husky. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her slick folds. Anushka could feel her muscles tense, anticipating the penetration she had only read about in books.
Rohan entered her with a slow, steady thrust, his eyes never leaving hers. Anushka's breath hitched in her throat as she felt herself being filled, the sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was a mix of pain and pleasure that she couldn't quite process, but she knew she didn't want it to stop. His strokes grew more urgent, his hips pumping into her with a primal rhythm that seemed to resonate deep within her soul.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance that had been building for years without their knowledge. Anushka's legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she matched his every movement. She could feel his cock stretching her, reaching places she never knew existed, and the sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating. His kisses grew more feverish, his breathing harsh and erratic as he claimed her, his sister, his forbidden fruit.
The moment of penetration was like a spark igniting a wildfire. Anushka's eyes widened, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out, her body stretching around his thickness. But the pain was fleeting, replaced by a deep, all-consuming pleasure that grew with each thrust. She could feel the muscles in her pussy contract around him, pulling him deeper, urging him on. Rohan's eyes never left hers, the intensity in his gaze making her feel more alive than she had ever felt before.
He moved with the patience of a predator stalking its prey, his strokes long and measured. Anushka's hips began to rock in time with his movements, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails leaving faint marks in his skin. She had never felt so powerful, so desired, and it was a feeling she didn't want to lose.
Her moans grew louder, filling the room, and she could feel the tension building within her. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, her orgasm a wave that threatened to crash over her. Rohan's eyes bore into hers, the hunger in them growing with each passing moment. He knew he had her, knew she was his for the taking, and it was a heady feeling.
The climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, her body convulsing as she cried out his name. Rohan's own release followed swiftly, his hips bucking into her as he spilled himself inside her, claiming her completely. They lay there for a moment, their breathing ragged, their bodies slick with sweat.
As the tremors of pleasure began to subside, Rohan leaned over her, kissing her forehead gently. "I love you," he whispered against her skin, his voice filled with a tenderness that was at odds with the raw passion of moments before. Anushka's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, the reality of what they had just done crashing down on her like a ton of bricks.
For a moment, she was lost in the warmth of his embrace, the love in his eyes shimmering like the first light of dawn. Then the guilt set in, a cold, heavy weight that settled in the pit of her stomach. What had they done? This was her brother, her protector, her confidant. Yet, in the throes of passion, she had allowed herself to be taken by him.
Anushka pushed herself up on her elbows, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Hey, you're already late for work," she teased, trying to break the tension with a bit of humor.
Rohan's eyes never left hers as he chuckled, his chest still heaving with exertion. "Fuck the work," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.
Anushka's smile grew wider, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You say that now, but when you're getting fired for being late, remember who was the reason," she teased, her voice a mix of sultry and playful.
Rohan reached out his hand and patted her ass firmly. "I know," he said, his voice filled with a newfound sense of authority. "But you're worth it."
Anushka couldn't help but laugh, the sound a little shaky, a little nervous. She leaned in and kissed him again, feeling his cock twitch against her thigh. "I love you too, bhaiyya," she murmured against his lips. It was the first time she had ever used that term of endearment in this way, and it sent a thrill through her.
Rohan rolled over, pulling her with him so she was straddling his hips. His cock was still hard, still slick with their combined juices. "This is just the beginning, Anu," he said, his voice low and full of promise. "We're going to explore every inch of each other."
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