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Incest Anger and Love (Brother-Sister)
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Happy IncestChapter 16
When they reached the bungalow, the house was eerily silent. The usual warm glow of the lights was replaced by the cold, stark reality of their absence. Anushka felt a shiver run down her spine as she stepped out of the car, the night air a stark contrast to the heat that burned within her.
Aryan walked up behind her; his eyes drawn to the sway of her hips as she moved towards the front door. He couldn't help the primal urge that surged through him, the hunger that made his hands itch to reach out and pull her against him. But he restrained himself, remembering their conversation, the lines they had drawn in the sand.
She went to her room and changed into her favorite black nightie. The satin material clung to her body accentuating her curves. The black color was a contrast to her fair complexion, making her smooth skin more alluring.
As she came down to the living room she saw Aryan pacing around restlessly. Anushka’s confession had unleashed a flood of desire in his mind. They looked at each other, both unsure about what to do next. She smiled at him and said, “Bhaiyya, I am making coffee, will you like to have one?” Aryan was drinking in the sight in front him. Anushka was looking extremely gorgeous and his eyes followed her.
Anushka felt his gaze like a brand on her skin, making her self-conscious of every movement. She knew she had to be strong, had to resist the temptation that he represented. But every time she glanced over her shoulder, she saw the desire in his eyes, and it was like a siren's call, luring her closer to the edge of the precipice.
With a mischievous smirk, she turned around and swayed her hips from side to side, her ass jutting out in a teasing twerking motion. It was a dance that she knew would drive Aryan wild. She couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up from her chest, a sound that was both innocent and tantalizingly seductive.
Their eyes met, and she saw the hunger in his gaze flare into something primal. His hand hovered in the air for a moment, as if he was fighting the urge to reach out and touch her, to claim her as his own. Anushka's heart raced, her breath hitching in her throat. This was it—the moment of truth.
Their eyes locked, and without a word, Aryan took the step that separated them, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, and Anushka felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. His thumb traced the curve of her jaw, sending electric sparks through her body, making her knees weak.
With a groan, Aryan pulled her closer, his lips descending on hers. The kiss was fierce, possessive, a declaration of war against the boundaries that had held them apart for so long. Anushka's arms wound around his neck, her body arching into his, as if she had been made for this moment. They broke the kiss and Anushka started to run up the stairs towards her bedroom. Aryan ran after her, his eyes full of lust. They entered her bedroom and Aryan pulled his sister closer to him. Anushka giggled nervously as his hand caressed her boobs.
Her nightie slipped away, revealing the perfection of her naked body. Her breasts, heavy and round, were tipped with nipples that stood proud and erect, begging for his touch. Aryan's eyes feasted on her, taking in the swell of her hips and the curve of her ass and her most intimate secret. His cock strained against his pants, desperate for release.
Her skin was the color of warm caramel, glowing in the dim light of the room. Her pussy was a work of art, the soft folds hiding the wetness that pooled between her legs, the scent of her arousal intoxicating. Anushka's ass was a perfect mound, begging to be gripped, to be claimed. And as his gaze lingered there, he could see the tight ring of her asshole, untouched and forbidden, a treasure he hadn't even dared to dream of.
Her breasts were round and full, the nipples dark and erect, like the points of arrows aimed straight at his heart. The sight of them made Aryan's mouth water, the urge to suckle them, to bite down on the tender flesh, was almost unbearable. The thought of marking her, making her his, was a heady one that clouded his judgment.
Anushka's pink pussy was a secret garden, untouched by any man, save for the tender caresses of her own hand. It was a place of mystery and allure, a place that called out to Aryan with a siren's song. He could see the slickness of her arousal, the wetness that coated her thighs, and he knew that she was ready for him. The scent of her desire filled the room, a sweet musk that made his cock throb with need.
Aryan's cock was a testament to his passion, standing tall and proud, the veins pulsing with the blood that surged through it. It was a weapon of love and lust, a tool that he had longed to use to claim his sister. The tip was a dark crimson, the precursor to the pleasure that awaited her. It was thick and heavy, a promise of the pleasure he would bring to her virgin body.
Anushka looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock and excitement. She had never been with a man before, had never felt the touch of a man's mouth on her most sensitive parts. But as Aryan's tongue flicked out and made contact with her clit, she was transported to a world of pleasure she had never before experienced. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt, a jolt of pure electricity that shot through her body, making her back arch off the bed.
"Aryanbhaiyya," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief. It was a name she had used for him her entire life, a term of endearment that had now taken on a whole new meaning. The sound of it on her lips, in this moment of raw passion, was like a secret password that unlocked the most primal part of her soul.
Aryan didn't respond with words. Instead, he let his mouth speak for him, his tongue delving deeper into her wetness, exploring every inch of her pussy with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Anushka felt herself losing control, her body responding in ways she never knew it could. Her hips bucked against his face, her hands tangling in his hair as she held him closer.
The world around them ceased to exist, replaced by the symphony of their muffled gasps and the wet sounds of his tongue against her flesh. Aryan's hands roamed her body, his fingers dancing over her stomach, her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were taut with pleasure. He could feel her getting closer to the edge, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in ragged pants.
And then, without warning, she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Anushka's nails dug into his shoulders as she arched off the bed, her body wracked with spasms of pleasure. She screamed his name, a sound that was music to his ears, a declaration of their shared sin.
Aryan's own need was now a living, breathing entity between them. He couldn't wait any longer. With one swift motion, he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her wetness. Anushka looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust. "Do it," she whispered, her voice barely recognizable. "Take me, Bhaiyya."
With a low growl, Aryan pushed inside her, feeling her tightness yield to his size. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt—the warmth, the tightness, the sweetness of her virgin pussy wrapping around him like a glove. Anushka gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as he inched in deeper, her body adjusting to his intrusion. He watched her face contort with a mix of pain and pleasure, his heart racing with excitement.
Her walls gripped him like a vice, sending waves of pleasure shooting up his spine. He held back, not wanting to hurt her, but the need to be fully inside her was overwhelming. With gentle patience, he pushed further until he was fully sheathed in her warmth. Anushka's nails dug into his back, her breath hitching in her throat. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was building, a crescendo that promised to dwarf it all.
Aryan began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, each one pushing her closer to the precipice of ecstasy. He could feel her tightening around him, her body adjusting to the new sensation. Anushka's moans grew louder, filling the room, as he picked up the pace. His hips slammed into hers, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the empty house, a testament to their unbridled passion.
Her inner muscles clenched around him, each contraction sending a bolt of pleasure straight to his cock. He watched as she threw her head back, her long hair cascading down the pillow, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure. The sight of her, lost in the throes of passion, was almost too much to handle. He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting until she was writhing beneath him.
Anushka's orgasm was like a wildfire, spreading through her body, consuming her. She could feel it building in her core, the pressure growing with every stroke of Aryan's cock. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tightened her grip on his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. "More," she begged, her voice a desperate whine.
Aryan's own orgasm was a volcanic eruption, his body shaking with the power of it. He thrust into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt before he came, filling her with his hot, thick cum. The sensation of him releasing inside her was unlike anything Anushka had ever experienced. It was as if he was marking her as his, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
Her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him for all he was worth. Her orgasm rolled through her in waves, each one more intense than the last. Anushka's body was a writhing mass of pleasure, her back arching off the bed, her hips bucking against him, her legs wrapping around his waist. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a moment where the only thing that existed was the two of them and the forbidden love they had just consummated.
But even as they reveled in the aftermath, the reality of what they had done began to set in. They were siblings, and in the world outside of their bubble, what they were doing was wrong. They had to be careful, had to be smart. They couldn't let anyone find out. The thought of their mother's reaction, of the disgust and disappointment that would surely follow, was enough to make Anushka's stomach turn.
They lay in silence for a while, their bodies entwined, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Anushka's thoughts raced. What had she done? How could she have let this happen? But the guilt was mixed with something else, something darker and more primal. The satisfaction that lingered in her body was undeniable, a siren's call that whispered for more.
“Let’s do it again.” She purred, her hand finding his cock which was hardening.
They both knew that this was the beginning of a new adventure.
