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Nice updateChapter 12
The next afternoon their house once again cloaked in a quiet intimacy. This time, she wore a short, floral dress that accentuated her curves, the fabric whispering against her skin as she moved. She sat on the floor, her legs folded beneath her, the soft light of the setting sun kissing her bare shoulders. The TV played in the background; a sitcom laugh track belying the drama unfolding in the room.
Anushka pretended to be engrossed in her phone, scrolling through meaningless posts, her thumb hovering over the screen. Aryan walked in, his eyes immediately drawn to the bare expanse of her thighs. She looked up, her gaze meeting his with a coy smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Hey," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate in the air around them.
Her brother's gaze lingered on her, his pupils dilating. She could see the battle raging within him, the struggle between his desires and the societal norms that forbade them. Anushka's heart raced as she leaned forward, her ample cleavage pressing against the fabric of her dress. "I made some snacks," she offered, her voice a siren's call. "Would you like some?"
The air in the room was charged, like the calm before a storm. Aryan took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. The jasmine scent grew stronger, wrapping around them like a seductive embrace. Anushka's hand reached out, offering him a plate of samosas, her fingers grazing his as he took it. The touch sent an electric shock through both of them, a silent declaration of intent.
They sat in tense silence, the laugh track from the TV a bizarre counterpoint to the tension that thrummed between them. Each bite Aryan took was a silent challenge, his eyes never leaving hers. Anushka's hand hovered near her mouth, her thumb tracing her lower lip in a way that was both innocent and maddeningly provocative. He watched her, his gaze hungry, unable to look away.
The sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow across her skin that made him want to reach out and touch her. He could see the pulse beating in the hollow of her throat, feel the heat emanating from her body. The jasmine scent grew stronger, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to be woven into her very essence. Anushka leaned back, the fabric of her dress riding up slightly to reveal the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
The sound of the TV grew distant as all Aryan could focus on was the way she licked her lips, the way her eyes seemed to dance with mischief. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, but it was no use. He was lost in the sultry depths of her gaze, unable to resist the siren's call. "What are you doing to me?" he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Anushka's smile grew, a knowing glint in her hazel eyes. "I'm just being me," she replied, her voice a sweet symphony of innocence and temptation. She leaned closer, the fabric of her dress brushing against his leg. "And what about you?" she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "What are you feeling?"
Her proximity was intoxicating, the warmth of her body seeping into his. Aryan could feel the muscles in his jaw clench, his body responding to her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Anushka," he breathed, her name a warning and a plea. But she just giggled, the sound like a melody that played straight to his groin.
With a feline grace, she slid the plate of samosas onto the coffee table and stood, her dress hugging her curves like a second skin. She knew that as she walked away, his eyes would follow her, tracing the gentle sway of her hips, the roundness of her ass. And she reveled in the knowledge that she had him captivated, ensnared in a web of his own making.
Anushka glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his in the mirror above the fireplace. The hunger in his gaze was unmistakable, his pupils wide and dark. She offered a smug smile before turning away, her heart racing with excitement. The floorboards creaked softly beneath her as she made her way to the kitchen, the sound a taunting reminder of the power she held.
Aryan’s attempt at indifference towards Anushka made her more determined to win him over. She was not sure about what she wanted from him but knew that he was on the edge and a little nudge would push him towards her.
Chapter 13
That night Anushka was lying in her bed thinking about the recent events. She remembered the anger she felt towards her elder brother. But that anger she felt had long disappeared, replaced with something different. She asked herself what exactly she was doing. “What do I really want?” She asked herself. There was no clear answer. She thought about Aryan. She remembered his earlier attempts at checking her out. That time she felt disgusted and she had fired him. But now when she thought about it, she felt a strange excitement building in her. Then she thought about how Aryan was feeling guilty and was trying to avoid looking at her….as if looking at her was a mortal sin. She smiled to herself when she remembered his discomfort. Her presence had a strong effect on him.
“But he seems so distant at times. Is he feeling guilty because of what I said to him?” she asked herself.
“Was I fair to him? Are his feelings so wrong?” she thought about the different posts from the websites she visited. Her thoughts went to various pair of siblings who felt the same way as Aryan did.
“It is nothing sinful.” She said almost loudly. She thought about all the loving gestures of Aryan over all the years through their childhood till recently. Her heart was filled with love. Then she thought about how Aryan’s eyes were filled with lust as he starred at her boobs. And how his eyes followed her everywhere she went. This thought stirred some feelings that she had not consciously acknowledged.
She imagined him hugging her passionately and his hands roaming over her body…. from her boobs to her ass and….
She felt the warmth rising in her body and unknowingly her hand reached under the covers and caressed her panty covered pussy.
Soon she drifted off to sleep, her mind filled with incestuous thoughts.
That night Anushka was lying in her bed thinking about the recent events. She remembered the anger she felt towards her elder brother. But that anger she felt had long disappeared, replaced with something different. She asked herself what exactly she was doing. “What do I really want?” She asked herself. There was no clear answer. She thought about Aryan. She remembered his earlier attempts at checking her out. That time she felt disgusted and she had fired him. But now when she thought about it, she felt a strange excitement building in her. Then she thought about how Aryan was feeling guilty and was trying to avoid looking at her….as if looking at her was a mortal sin. She smiled to herself when she remembered his discomfort. Her presence had a strong effect on him.
“But he seems so distant at times. Is he feeling guilty because of what I said to him?” she asked herself.
“Was I fair to him? Are his feelings so wrong?” she thought about the different posts from the websites she visited. Her thoughts went to various pair of siblings who felt the same way as Aryan did.
“It is nothing sinful.” She said almost loudly. She thought about all the loving gestures of Aryan over all the years through their childhood till recently. Her heart was filled with love. Then she thought about how Aryan’s eyes were filled with lust as he starred at her boobs. And how his eyes followed her everywhere she went. This thought stirred some feelings that she had not consciously acknowledged.
She imagined him hugging her passionately and his hands roaming over her body…. from her boobs to her ass and….
She felt the warmth rising in her body and unknowingly her hand reached under the covers and caressed her panty covered pussy.
Soon she drifted off to sleep, her mind filled with incestuous thoughts.
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Friends, the next update will be after two weeks. Sorry for the delay but some important time consuming work is going on. I will try to finish it as soon as possible and get back to this story.
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Chapter 14
Aryan spent the night tossing and turning. There was a battle raging inside him. The very mention of his sister in his mind made his cock twitch with desire. He had already masturbated twice tonight thinking about her. “God, what a beauty. Why was she my sister? Wish she was my girlfriend!” His thoughts started drifting towards what if she was his girlfriend? How would he date her? Which romantic places they will go to? How will he make love to her? Her breasts were so large yet firm, he thought. And her ass….how will she react if he grabbed it. The thoughts gave him a painful erection and he went to the washroom and masturbated again…..
Next morning Anushka wondered what is making Aryan so distant? She was now determined to woo him back. “He just needs to be nudged in the right direction.” She thought. Then she remembered how his eyes followed her every move and how he looked at her boobs. A smile appeared on her face
"Aryan, can you help me with this?" Anushka called out from the kitchen, her voice a mix of sweetness and urgency.
Aryan looked up from his book, the words momentarily blurring as he registered the sound. He sighed and set the book aside, walking into the kitchen. Anushka was standing on tiptoe, her hand reaching for a jar on the top shelf. Her shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a sliver of her midriff, and the way her jeans hugged her hips was not lost on him. She looked over her shoulder at him, her smile bright and hopeful.
"What's up?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual despite the sudden tightening in his chest.
Anushka giggled, stepping aside as Aryan reached up and grabbed the jar of pickles for her. She looked at him with those big, doe-like eyes that always seemed to get her out of trouble. "Thank you," she murmured, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. Aryan couldn't help but feel a twinge of something unfamiliar as he handed it over.
Her beauty was undeniable, even in the most mundane of situations. Her 34C boobs filled out her shirt in a way that was both subtle and tantalizing. The fabric clung to the soft mounds, hinting at the firmness beneath. The neckline dipped just enough to show a hint of cleavage, a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath. Her flat tummy was a canvas of smooth, tanned skin, her navel a tiny, perfect innie that drew his gaze like a magnet. It was the kind of belly that you just wanted to run your fingers over, tracing the line of her waistband and the curve of her hip bones.
Her jeans were snug, hugging the contours of her body like a second skin. They emphasized the gentle swell of her buttocks, each cheek rounded and inviting. They swayed ever so slightly as she moved, creating a mesmerizing rhythm that seemed to play a silent melody just for him. The way the fabric clung to her curves was like a visual symphony, a testament to the perfection of her figure. It was as if she had been sculpted by an artist who knew exactly what would make the blood rush to a man's head.
Her tummy was a marvel of nature, flat and toned from countless hours of yoga and dance. It was a canvas of soft, golden-brown skin that begged to be touched. Above the waistline of her jeans, her navel peeked out, a tiny jewel in a sea of perfection. It was a simple, innocent detail that seemed to hold the power to make the most stoic of men weak in the knees. Whenever she bent over slightly, the fabric would stretch taut, giving him a glimpse of the treasure that lay beneath.
Her ass was a masterpiece in itself, round and firm without being overly voluptuous. It had just the right amount of jiggle that made his heart race every time she walked away from him. The way the denim cupped her ass cheeks was like an unspoken invitation, a silent promise of the delight that awaited anyone lucky enough to get their hands on her. Her hips swayed gently with each step, the muscles shifting and playing beneath the fabric like an unspoken dance just for his eyes.
Aryan's gaze traveled down her legs, which seemed to go on forever. They were long and shapely, leading down to the most delicate ankles and dainty feet. The sight of her bare toes peeking out from her flip-flops was enough to make his mouth go dry. He had to force himself to look away before she turned around and caught him staring. But even as he did, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to hold those ankles in his grip, to feel her legs wrapped around his waist as he buried himself in her warmth.
The thought sent a jolt of desire through him that was almost painful. His eyes darted back up to her face, but she was busy searching through the fridge, her back to him. He took the opportunity to let his gaze wander again, this time focusing on the way her ass moved as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The fabric of her jeans hugged her curves in a way that made him ache, his cock growing harder by the second. He imagined peeling those jeans down, exposing the panties she had on underneath. Would they be simple and white, or something more daring? The mystery of it all was driving him wild.
Her laughter rang out again, snapping him out of his reverie. She was holding up a pack of chocolate chip cookies, a playful glint in her eye. "Look what I found!" she exclaimed, turning to face him. The sight of her made his heart stumble in his chest. She was so beautiful, so tempting, that it was all he could do to keep from reaching out and taking a bite of her instead. Her smile grew as she saw the look on his face, and she took a step closer, setting the cookies on the counter. "You know, these are my favorite," she said softly, her voice dropping an octave. "But I'd share them with you."
Aryan swallowed hard, his guilt weighing him down like an anchor. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way about his sister. It was wrong, it was taboo, and yet, here he was, his body betraying him at every turn. He tried to convince himself it was just a fleeting attraction, that he could control it, but the way his cock throbbed at her nearness made a mockery of his self-assurances. He felt awkward and unsure of himself, the object of his desire was not a girl from his class or a celebrity, but the girl he had grown up with, shared meals and secrets with, the one who had seen him at his worst and still loved him.
His thoughts were a tumultuous storm of conflict. Every time she leaned over, her breasts threatening to spill out of her shirt, he felt a hot rush of guilt that was quickly overshadowed by a wave of raw, primal need. It was as if his body had been programmed to respond to her, and now that she was of age, it was demanding he act on those desires. But his mind rebelled, throwing up images of their mother's horrified face, their father's disappointment, and the countless lectures he had endured about family boundaries. It was a battle he didn't want to fight, but one that raged within him nonetheless.
Anushka, seemingly oblivious to his internal struggle, continued her innocent flirtation. . It was intoxicating, like watching a moth drawn to a flame, and she couldn't resist the urge to fan the embers. She turned her back to him again, reaching for a glass in the cupboard. The way her shirt stretched across her back was deliberate, the arch of her spine pushing her breasts out, creating the perfect silhouette. She could feel his eyes on her, could almost hear the sound of his breath catching in his throat.
Satisfied with his reaction, she turned and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms beneath her chest. The motion pushed her breasts up, creating a tantalizing display that was impossible to ignore. She batted her eyelashes, her voice a seductive whisper, "Could you grab me a glass of milk too?" Aryan nodded, his eyes lingering on her cleavage before he turned away to fetch the milk. The tension in the room was palpable, a thick, electric current that sizzled and crackled just beneath the surface.
As he poured the milk, Anushka took a step closer, the heat from her body radiating against his back. She leaned over slightly, her breath hot on his neck as she whispered, "I know what you're thinking." Her words were a dare, a challenge, and his entire body tensed. He couldn't deny the effect she had on him; his cock was a painful reminder of his traitorous desires. He turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of what was to come.
Without warning, Aryan reached out and squeezed her ass, his hand firm but not painful. Anushka gasped, her eyes going wide with a mix of surprise and excitement. The sound was music to his ears, and he felt a thrill of power rush through him. Her cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink, and she bit her bottom lip, a silent invitation that sent his blood racing. He squeezed again, feeling the softness of her flesh give way beneath his fingers, the firmness of her muscles beneath. She didn't pull away, didn't say a word, just leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest.
He set the milk down, his hand sliding up her side to cup one of her breasts. Her skin was hot, her nipple a hard peak through the fabric of her shirt. He felt her breath hitch as he began to knead it gently, feeling it swell beneath his palm. She tilted her head back, her eyes half-lidded with desire, and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her neck. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and she moaned softly, arching into him.
Her hand reached up to the back of his head, tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. Her other hand slid down to rest on his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. The contact sent a jolt through him, and he knew he was lost. The guilt was still there, a niggling voice in the back of his mind, but it was drowned out by the roar of his need. He wanted her, and she wanted him, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.
With a groan, he turned her around, pushing her back against the counter. He claimed her mouth with a kiss that was desperate and hungry, his tongue sliding against hers as their bodies melded together. He could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest, the rapid beating of her heart matching his own. Her hands slid down to his waist, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer still.
Suddenly, they heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the staircase, growing louder as they approached the kitchen. Panic shot through Aryan, and he hastily stepped back, his hand dropping from her waist. Anushka's eyes were wide with shock and desire, her pupils dilated, her lips swollen from his kiss. They both knew they had to act fast to avoid being caught.
Aryan quickly turned and pretended to busy himself with the dishes, his heart hammering in his chest. Anushka, ever the quick thinker, grabbed the jar of pickles and began to rummage through the fridge, her cheeks still flushed from their illicit contact. The footsteps grew closer, and the door to the kitchen swung open.
Their mother's shrill voice pierced the silence, calling for them both. Their mother looked between them, her eyes wide with panic. "Your father... he's had a heart attack," she gasped.
Aryan spent the night tossing and turning. There was a battle raging inside him. The very mention of his sister in his mind made his cock twitch with desire. He had already masturbated twice tonight thinking about her. “God, what a beauty. Why was she my sister? Wish she was my girlfriend!” His thoughts started drifting towards what if she was his girlfriend? How would he date her? Which romantic places they will go to? How will he make love to her? Her breasts were so large yet firm, he thought. And her ass….how will she react if he grabbed it. The thoughts gave him a painful erection and he went to the washroom and masturbated again…..
Next morning Anushka wondered what is making Aryan so distant? She was now determined to woo him back. “He just needs to be nudged in the right direction.” She thought. Then she remembered how his eyes followed her every move and how he looked at her boobs. A smile appeared on her face
"Aryan, can you help me with this?" Anushka called out from the kitchen, her voice a mix of sweetness and urgency.
Aryan looked up from his book, the words momentarily blurring as he registered the sound. He sighed and set the book aside, walking into the kitchen. Anushka was standing on tiptoe, her hand reaching for a jar on the top shelf. Her shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a sliver of her midriff, and the way her jeans hugged her hips was not lost on him. She looked over her shoulder at him, her smile bright and hopeful.
"What's up?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual despite the sudden tightening in his chest.
Anushka giggled, stepping aside as Aryan reached up and grabbed the jar of pickles for her. She looked at him with those big, doe-like eyes that always seemed to get her out of trouble. "Thank you," she murmured, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. Aryan couldn't help but feel a twinge of something unfamiliar as he handed it over.
Her beauty was undeniable, even in the most mundane of situations. Her 34C boobs filled out her shirt in a way that was both subtle and tantalizing. The fabric clung to the soft mounds, hinting at the firmness beneath. The neckline dipped just enough to show a hint of cleavage, a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath. Her flat tummy was a canvas of smooth, tanned skin, her navel a tiny, perfect innie that drew his gaze like a magnet. It was the kind of belly that you just wanted to run your fingers over, tracing the line of her waistband and the curve of her hip bones.
Her jeans were snug, hugging the contours of her body like a second skin. They emphasized the gentle swell of her buttocks, each cheek rounded and inviting. They swayed ever so slightly as she moved, creating a mesmerizing rhythm that seemed to play a silent melody just for him. The way the fabric clung to her curves was like a visual symphony, a testament to the perfection of her figure. It was as if she had been sculpted by an artist who knew exactly what would make the blood rush to a man's head.
Her tummy was a marvel of nature, flat and toned from countless hours of yoga and dance. It was a canvas of soft, golden-brown skin that begged to be touched. Above the waistline of her jeans, her navel peeked out, a tiny jewel in a sea of perfection. It was a simple, innocent detail that seemed to hold the power to make the most stoic of men weak in the knees. Whenever she bent over slightly, the fabric would stretch taut, giving him a glimpse of the treasure that lay beneath.
Her ass was a masterpiece in itself, round and firm without being overly voluptuous. It had just the right amount of jiggle that made his heart race every time she walked away from him. The way the denim cupped her ass cheeks was like an unspoken invitation, a silent promise of the delight that awaited anyone lucky enough to get their hands on her. Her hips swayed gently with each step, the muscles shifting and playing beneath the fabric like an unspoken dance just for his eyes.
Aryan's gaze traveled down her legs, which seemed to go on forever. They were long and shapely, leading down to the most delicate ankles and dainty feet. The sight of her bare toes peeking out from her flip-flops was enough to make his mouth go dry. He had to force himself to look away before she turned around and caught him staring. But even as he did, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to hold those ankles in his grip, to feel her legs wrapped around his waist as he buried himself in her warmth.
The thought sent a jolt of desire through him that was almost painful. His eyes darted back up to her face, but she was busy searching through the fridge, her back to him. He took the opportunity to let his gaze wander again, this time focusing on the way her ass moved as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The fabric of her jeans hugged her curves in a way that made him ache, his cock growing harder by the second. He imagined peeling those jeans down, exposing the panties she had on underneath. Would they be simple and white, or something more daring? The mystery of it all was driving him wild.
Her laughter rang out again, snapping him out of his reverie. She was holding up a pack of chocolate chip cookies, a playful glint in her eye. "Look what I found!" she exclaimed, turning to face him. The sight of her made his heart stumble in his chest. She was so beautiful, so tempting, that it was all he could do to keep from reaching out and taking a bite of her instead. Her smile grew as she saw the look on his face, and she took a step closer, setting the cookies on the counter. "You know, these are my favorite," she said softly, her voice dropping an octave. "But I'd share them with you."
Aryan swallowed hard, his guilt weighing him down like an anchor. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way about his sister. It was wrong, it was taboo, and yet, here he was, his body betraying him at every turn. He tried to convince himself it was just a fleeting attraction, that he could control it, but the way his cock throbbed at her nearness made a mockery of his self-assurances. He felt awkward and unsure of himself, the object of his desire was not a girl from his class or a celebrity, but the girl he had grown up with, shared meals and secrets with, the one who had seen him at his worst and still loved him.
His thoughts were a tumultuous storm of conflict. Every time she leaned over, her breasts threatening to spill out of her shirt, he felt a hot rush of guilt that was quickly overshadowed by a wave of raw, primal need. It was as if his body had been programmed to respond to her, and now that she was of age, it was demanding he act on those desires. But his mind rebelled, throwing up images of their mother's horrified face, their father's disappointment, and the countless lectures he had endured about family boundaries. It was a battle he didn't want to fight, but one that raged within him nonetheless.
Anushka, seemingly oblivious to his internal struggle, continued her innocent flirtation. . It was intoxicating, like watching a moth drawn to a flame, and she couldn't resist the urge to fan the embers. She turned her back to him again, reaching for a glass in the cupboard. The way her shirt stretched across her back was deliberate, the arch of her spine pushing her breasts out, creating the perfect silhouette. She could feel his eyes on her, could almost hear the sound of his breath catching in his throat.
Satisfied with his reaction, she turned and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms beneath her chest. The motion pushed her breasts up, creating a tantalizing display that was impossible to ignore. She batted her eyelashes, her voice a seductive whisper, "Could you grab me a glass of milk too?" Aryan nodded, his eyes lingering on her cleavage before he turned away to fetch the milk. The tension in the room was palpable, a thick, electric current that sizzled and crackled just beneath the surface.
As he poured the milk, Anushka took a step closer, the heat from her body radiating against his back. She leaned over slightly, her breath hot on his neck as she whispered, "I know what you're thinking." Her words were a dare, a challenge, and his entire body tensed. He couldn't deny the effect she had on him; his cock was a painful reminder of his traitorous desires. He turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of what was to come.
Without warning, Aryan reached out and squeezed her ass, his hand firm but not painful. Anushka gasped, her eyes going wide with a mix of surprise and excitement. The sound was music to his ears, and he felt a thrill of power rush through him. Her cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink, and she bit her bottom lip, a silent invitation that sent his blood racing. He squeezed again, feeling the softness of her flesh give way beneath his fingers, the firmness of her muscles beneath. She didn't pull away, didn't say a word, just leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest.
He set the milk down, his hand sliding up her side to cup one of her breasts. Her skin was hot, her nipple a hard peak through the fabric of her shirt. He felt her breath hitch as he began to knead it gently, feeling it swell beneath his palm. She tilted her head back, her eyes half-lidded with desire, and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her neck. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and she moaned softly, arching into him.
Her hand reached up to the back of his head, tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. Her other hand slid down to rest on his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. The contact sent a jolt through him, and he knew he was lost. The guilt was still there, a niggling voice in the back of his mind, but it was drowned out by the roar of his need. He wanted her, and she wanted him, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.
With a groan, he turned her around, pushing her back against the counter. He claimed her mouth with a kiss that was desperate and hungry, his tongue sliding against hers as their bodies melded together. He could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest, the rapid beating of her heart matching his own. Her hands slid down to his waist, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer still.
Suddenly, they heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the staircase, growing louder as they approached the kitchen. Panic shot through Aryan, and he hastily stepped back, his hand dropping from her waist. Anushka's eyes were wide with shock and desire, her pupils dilated, her lips swollen from his kiss. They both knew they had to act fast to avoid being caught.
Aryan quickly turned and pretended to busy himself with the dishes, his heart hammering in his chest. Anushka, ever the quick thinker, grabbed the jar of pickles and began to rummage through the fridge, her cheeks still flushed from their illicit contact. The footsteps grew closer, and the door to the kitchen swung open.
Their mother's shrill voice pierced the silence, calling for them both. Their mother looked between them, her eyes wide with panic. "Your father... he's had a heart attack," she gasped.
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Chapter 15
The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the reality outside their illicit thoughts. Anushka's hand flew to her mouth, stifling a cry. Aryan's expression was a mask of shock. The family crisis hit them like a bolt of lightning.
In the hospital, amidst the sterile smell of antiseptic and the beeping of monitors, the siblings found themselves thrust into a world where the lines of familial love blurred. They were forced to stand side by side, a united front for their mother's sake. Each shared glance was fraught with tension, the air between them thick with unspoken need.
The sight of their father lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines, was a sobering one. It brought into sharp focus the fragility of life and the strength of the bonds that held them together. Anushka couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for her own desires. How could she have let things get so out of hand?
The time in the hospital were a blur of tension and fear. Yet, amidst the chaos, there were moments of quiet unity. They held each other's hands, offered comfort, and shared whispered words of encouragement—each touch, each glance, was platonic.
The doctor came out of the ICU smiling towards them. “Everything is fine. It was a false alarm. Acidity and restlessness. Nothing more. But we will keep him under observation for tonight as a precaution. You can take him home tomorrow morning.”
It was a great relief to the three of them as they hugged each other. Their mother asked the siblings to go home and that she will stay the night at the hospital. Aryan protested but his mother firmly told him to go home with his sister and rest. Anushka protested too…a bit half heartedly knowing fully well that their mother will have none of this.
On the drive home Anushka looked sideways at her brother. She thought about the last kiss they shared. She had nudged him towards her but the false alarm had set them back a bit. Aryan’s expressions seemed serious. Anushka took a deep breath and turned to face Aryan, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Bhaiyya," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to tell you something."
Her brother's gaze searched hers, the worry etched on his handsome features making him look so much older than his 22 years. "What is it?" he asked, his voice gruff with his own pain.
Anushka took a deep breath, her heart hammering in her chest. "I know you've been struggling," she said, her voice shaking. "And I... I think I understand now."
Anushka took a deep breath, the words spilling out of her in a rush. "I mean... I've had these... these feelings too," she confessed, her cheeks flaming red. "But I didn't know what to do with them, how to deal with them. They felt so wrong.”
“Yesterday when you kissed me, all my doubts were cleared.” She said unabashedly.
Aryan's eyes widened in shock, his hand tightening around hers. His other hand on the steering wheel. His eyes barely looking at the road ahead. He finally spoke, his voice hoarse. "Anushka, I never wanted to put you through this. I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable."
Anushka looked away, her eyes filling with tears. "I know," she whispered. "But it's there, and I can't ignore it anymore."
Aryan leaned closer, his breath hitching in his chest. "What are we going to do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Anushka looked into his eyes, the turmoil inside her reflected in the depths of his gaze. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to talk about it."
Aryan nodded, swallowing hard. "Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want to say?"
Anushka took a deep breath, her heart hammering against her ribs like a caged bird. "I... I've felt it too," she admitted. "I don't know why, or how it happened, but I can't deny it anymore. When I see you, when I think about you, it's not just as my brother anymore."
Aryan's grip on her hand tightened, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt. "What are you saying?"
Anushka took a deep breath, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm saying... I've felt it too."
The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their implications. Aryan's eyes searched hers, a mix of shock and hope swirling in their depths.
As they drove back to the empty bungalow, the silence in the car was deafening. Anushka's mind raced with the revelation she had just shared. The house loomed ahead, a symbol of their shared past, now a battleground for their forbidden desires.
The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the reality outside their illicit thoughts. Anushka's hand flew to her mouth, stifling a cry. Aryan's expression was a mask of shock. The family crisis hit them like a bolt of lightning.
In the hospital, amidst the sterile smell of antiseptic and the beeping of monitors, the siblings found themselves thrust into a world where the lines of familial love blurred. They were forced to stand side by side, a united front for their mother's sake. Each shared glance was fraught with tension, the air between them thick with unspoken need.
The sight of their father lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines, was a sobering one. It brought into sharp focus the fragility of life and the strength of the bonds that held them together. Anushka couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for her own desires. How could she have let things get so out of hand?
The time in the hospital were a blur of tension and fear. Yet, amidst the chaos, there were moments of quiet unity. They held each other's hands, offered comfort, and shared whispered words of encouragement—each touch, each glance, was platonic.
The doctor came out of the ICU smiling towards them. “Everything is fine. It was a false alarm. Acidity and restlessness. Nothing more. But we will keep him under observation for tonight as a precaution. You can take him home tomorrow morning.”
It was a great relief to the three of them as they hugged each other. Their mother asked the siblings to go home and that she will stay the night at the hospital. Aryan protested but his mother firmly told him to go home with his sister and rest. Anushka protested too…a bit half heartedly knowing fully well that their mother will have none of this.
On the drive home Anushka looked sideways at her brother. She thought about the last kiss they shared. She had nudged him towards her but the false alarm had set them back a bit. Aryan’s expressions seemed serious. Anushka took a deep breath and turned to face Aryan, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Bhaiyya," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to tell you something."
Her brother's gaze searched hers, the worry etched on his handsome features making him look so much older than his 22 years. "What is it?" he asked, his voice gruff with his own pain.
Anushka took a deep breath, her heart hammering in her chest. "I know you've been struggling," she said, her voice shaking. "And I... I think I understand now."
Anushka took a deep breath, the words spilling out of her in a rush. "I mean... I've had these... these feelings too," she confessed, her cheeks flaming red. "But I didn't know what to do with them, how to deal with them. They felt so wrong.”
“Yesterday when you kissed me, all my doubts were cleared.” She said unabashedly.
Aryan's eyes widened in shock, his hand tightening around hers. His other hand on the steering wheel. His eyes barely looking at the road ahead. He finally spoke, his voice hoarse. "Anushka, I never wanted to put you through this. I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable."
Anushka looked away, her eyes filling with tears. "I know," she whispered. "But it's there, and I can't ignore it anymore."
Aryan leaned closer, his breath hitching in his chest. "What are we going to do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Anushka looked into his eyes, the turmoil inside her reflected in the depths of his gaze. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to talk about it."
Aryan nodded, swallowing hard. "Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want to say?"
Anushka took a deep breath, her heart hammering against her ribs like a caged bird. "I... I've felt it too," she admitted. "I don't know why, or how it happened, but I can't deny it anymore. When I see you, when I think about you, it's not just as my brother anymore."
Aryan's grip on her hand tightened, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt. "What are you saying?"
Anushka took a deep breath, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm saying... I've felt it too."
The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their implications. Aryan's eyes searched hers, a mix of shock and hope swirling in their depths.
As they drove back to the empty bungalow, the silence in the car was deafening. Anushka's mind raced with the revelation she had just shared. The house loomed ahead, a symbol of their shared past, now a battleground for their forbidden desires.
Chapter 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.
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.
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What a update how u define every part of sexy hot sis
Love it
What a kiss
Finally happy incest kiss
Love it
What a kiss
Finally happy incest kiss