Incest The Long Dark Planning By Brother (Bro-Sis Incest)

[Sameer Kapoor]

Chapter 107

Once kinza got in her mind after an orgasm she just get up went to the washroom & clean her self and take a shower.

Kinza stood in front of the bathroom mirror, water still dripping from her long dark hair onto her naked shoulders.

She had rushed in after the last orgasm—quick, almost cold, just enough to cool her burning skin and wash away the sweat.

Now she was back in the bedroom, completely dry, her body glowing under the soft lamp light.

She walked straight to the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door and stopped.

Her reflection stared back at her.

Kinza’s heavy breasts rose and fell with every breath, soft and full, nipples still slightly swollen from earlier play.

Her slim waist curved into wide hips, and between her thighs her smooth pussy was still shiny and puffy, a thin trail of her own wetness glistening on her inner lips.

She looked at herself—really looked—and for the first time she felt proud. Not shy. Proud.

She was beautiful.
She was hot.
She was sexy.

Her cheeks flushed as she whispered to her reflection,

“I am so fucking beautiful… Bhai…
how will he face me when he sees my naked beauty for the first time?
How much I will shy…
how it will feel when he touches me…”

Her mind painted the picture so clearly she almost moaned again.

She imagined him standing in front of her, eyes wide, staring at her naked body like he had never seen anything so perfect.

She would cover her face with both hands instantly—blushing so hard her whole face would burn red—turning away, hiding her heavy breasts and dripping pussy from his hungry gaze.

But she would also feel his eyes on her… burning… loving…

How would his hands feel?

Big, strong, rough from the gym, sliding over her soft breasts, pinching her nipples the way she liked, squeezing them until she whimpered. Lower… down to her dripping pussy, fingers spreading her folds, teasing her swollen clit while she cried and moaned, “Ahhh bhaai… I love you…”

And his cock—his thick, long, veiny dick.

She had felt it once through his shorts, but now she imagined it fully.

So thick it would stretch her virgin pussy wide open, the head so big it would bulge her belly slightly when he pushed it in.

So long it would reach deep inside her, hitting every spot until she cried and squirted.

She could already picture his reaction when he first saw it—eyes wide, throat tight, whispering

“Fuck… Aapi… you’re so tight… I’m gonna lose my mind…”

Her knees weakened.

She leaned against the mirror, fingers gently touching her own swollen nipples, imagining his rough palms instead.

Then the image changed again.

She saw herself completely naked in front of him, hands covering her face, blushing and crying with shyness.

He would stand there, cock hard and throbbing, and slowly reach out to touch her.

First her breasts—cupping them, pinching her nipples until she moaned through her fingers.

Then lower, sliding his fingers between her wet thighs, parting her dripping pussy lips, sliding one thick finger inside while she hid behind her hands, whispering

“Oh bhai…
how will we do it?
I am still dripping wet…
and very scared…
and so shy…”

Her breath hitched.
She covered her own face with both hands right there in the mirror, blushing furiously, tears pricking her eyes as the fantasy made her pussy throb again.

“Oh Bhai…” she whispered, voice trembling and soft, “how will we do it? I am still dripping wet… and very scared… and so shy…”

She stayed like that for a long moment, hands over her face, body trembling with a new wave of embarrassment and excitement, thighs pressed together, pussy still dripping onto the floor.

 

[Sameer Kapoor]

Chapter 108

Kinza stood in front of the full-length mirror, her reflection staring back at her like it was him.

Her heavy breasts rose and fell with quick breaths, nipples stiff and pink. Between her thighs her pussy was still puffy and dripping.

She couldn’t stop the fantasy.

She imagined Bilal standing right there in front of her, eyes locked on her naked body.

She would cover her face with both hands instantly, blushing so hard her cheeks burned, hiding her heavy breasts and dripping pussy from his hungry gaze.

But she would also feel his eyes burning into her skin—loving, wanting, starving.

She cried and moaned, “Ahhh bhaai… I love you…”

Her knees weakened.

She leaned against the mirror, fingers gently touching her own swollen nipples, imagining his rough palms instead.

Then the image changed again.

She saw herself completely naked in front of him, hands covering her face, blushing and crying with shyness.

He would stand there, cock hard and throbbing, and slowly reach out to touch her.

First her breasts—cupping them, pinching her nipples until she moaned through her fingers.

Then lower, sliding his fingers between her wet thighs, parting her dripping pussy lips, sliding one thick finger inside while she hid behind her hands, whispering “Oh bhai… how will we do it? I am still dripping wet… and very scared… and so shy…”

Her breath hitched. fantasy made her pussy throb again.

The mirror blurred.
She needed to feel something real.

She lowered her hands, spread her legs wider in front of the mirror, and stared at her own reflection as she plunged two fingers inside her dripping pussy.

The tight, wet heat swallowed her instantly.

She curled them against that spot and started thrusting—slow at first, then faster, the wet squish-squish-squish sounds filling the room.

Her free hand went back to her breasts, pinching and rolling her swollen nipples exactly the way she imagined Bilal’s hands would feel.

Her hips bucked against her fingers, moaning his name.

“Ahhh bhaai… ohhh Bilal…”

She imagined it was his thick cock stretching her instead of her fingers.

Imagined his eyes watching her face as he pushed deeper, imagined him groaning “Fuck… you’re so tight” while her tears rolled down her cheeks.

Her fingers moved faster, scissoring inside her clenching pussy, thumb grinding on her swollen clit. Tears already streamed down her face.

“Ahhh… ahhh… BILAL!”

Her body seized. She screamed as the orgasm exploded, hot thick squirt spraying from her pussy in powerful jets across the mirror and the floor.

Her knees buckled.

She dropped to the floor, still holding the mirror for support, fingers buried deep, twitching through aftershocks, eyes wide and wet.

For a long moment she stayed there on the cold floor, chest heaving, tears pouring down her cheeks.

She missed him so much it hurt.

She needed him too much—his strong arms, his voice, his thick cock inside her virgin pussy. “I need you… I need you so bad…” she whispered between sobs.

After a while she stood up on shaky legs, took the mirror to lean against the wall, and walked back to the washroom.

She turned the shower on cold, stepped under it, and washed herself quickly—carefully soaping her breasts, pinching her nipples again, then down between her thighs, rinsing away the last traces of her own release. She felt clean, trembling, and exhausted.

She came back to the bedroom, wrapped a towel around herself, and crawled into bed.

Tears kept falling as she pulled the blanket up. She whispered one last time, voice cracking, “I miss u… I love u… I need u…”

Then she closed her eyes, body still aching, pussy still throbbing, already dreaming of the day her bevloved younger brother Bilal would finally see her naked beauty and finally take her virginity.

Sleep came, but only with tears and longing.

 

[Sameer Kapoor]

Chapter 109

Meanwhile in Bilal's Appartment in morning

The hidden cam feed was open on the screen.

Bilal sat sprawled like a king on his throne, completely relaxed in his sofa.

The massive LED screen glowed softly in front of him, bathing the entire living room in a cool, hypnotic blue light that made everything look even hotter and dirtier.

He was alone, shirtless, wearing only loose grey shorts that were already tented and straining painfully at the front, the thick outline of his cock clearly visible.

His heavy, veiny shaft was half-hard, twitching and leaking pre-cum at the mere thought of the secret feed he was about to watch.

His big hand rested lazily on the remote as he clicked open the video from last night.
The first clip loaded instantly.

Kinza lying on her bed, completely naked, staring at his photo with those beautiful dark eyes full of longing, pinching her stiff nipples between her fingers until they stood out long and swollen and bright pink, then sliding two fingers deep into her dripping pussy while she moaned his name softly under her breath. “Ahhh… bhaai…” she whispered, voice trembling with need.
The wet squish-squish sounds filled the apartment like the sweetest music only he could hear.

Bilal’s eyes widened with pure animal hunger, a low growl escaping his throat. His cock instantly rock-hard, straining painfully against his shorts, the head swollen and shiny, a thick bead of pre-cum already oozing from the tip and running down the entire shaft in shiny trails.

He stroked himself slowly at first, a low, loving chuckle escaping his lips as he watched her.

“Appi… you’re just angry at me, but you still need me so fucking bad, huh?

Look at that pretty little pussy… dripping for your little brother already… I can see how wet you are just from that photo, baby… you’re mine, even if you’re pretending to fight it…”

He leaned back deeper into the sofa, shorts pushed all the way down to his thighs, exposing his thick, throbbing cock to the cool air.

He started pumping his cock with long, greedy strokes, fist sliding up and down the heavy shaft, twisting at the sensitive underside, thumb swirling over the leaking head in slow circles.

The head was shiny, veins pulsing visibly along the entire length, balls hanging heavy and full. His free hand rested on his balls, gently rolling them as he watched.

The second clip played:

Kinza standing right there in front of the mirror, her reflection glowing on her wet skin, fingers buried deep in her virgin pussy, heavy breasts bouncing with every frantic thrust, tears already streaming down her flushed cheeks as she cried out “Ahhh bhaai… I love you… I miss you so much…”

Bilal’s breathing turned ragged and deep, almost a growl.

His cock throbbed violently in his fist, the head turning purple and swollen even more.

He couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck… look at you, Aapi… so fucking hot even when you’re shy… I’m gonna lose my mind right here on my screen… look how your tits bounce when you finger yourself… so fucking sexy, baby… you’re driving me crazy…”

He dropped to his knees in front of the giant LED screen, the cool glass pressing against his forehead as he stared up at the glowing reflection of her beautiful, naked body.

His left hand stayed wrapped tight around his throbbing cock, stroking furiously now, the wet sounds of his own hand mixing with hers on the screen.

His right hand rose slowly and pressed flat against the screen, right where Kinza’s reflection showed her face in the mirror.

His lips met the glass first. He kissed it softly, almost tenderly, like he was kissing her lips directly, then harder, pressing his full mouth to the screen. “Appi… I’m kissing you through the screen… I’m kissing your pretty mouth… I love you, baby…”

He kissed the screen again and again, long and slow, his tongue flicking out to taste the cool glass, then moving lower—kissing her reflection’s delicate neck, the swell of her heavy breasts in the mirror, the soft curve of her stomach, then down between her thighs, licking the glass where her dripping pussy was clearly shown.

His hips rocked back and forth with every single kiss, like he was actually making love to her through the screen.

“Ahhh Aapi… I’m kissing your pussy through the screen too… I’m tasting how wet you are for me…

I’m tasting how much you need me inside you… I’m tasting your virgin pussy…”

His hand moved like lightning on his cock—tight fist pumping the head, twisting at the sensitive underside, stroking up and down in perfect rhythm with her moans on the screen.

He pressed his face harder against the glass, kissing wildly, open-mouthed, moaning her name into the screen like he was breathing it straight into her mouth.

“Ahhh bhaai… I love you… I need you… I need your thick cock inside me so bad… I need to feel you wrap around me and milk me dry…”

The build-up was unbearable.

His balls felt heavy and tight, cockhead leaking thick strings of pre-cum that ran down the screen in shiny trails.

Sweat started pouring down his forehead and onto the glass.

He pumped faster, eyes locked on her reflection, tears of pure pleasure mixing with his own.

“Aapi… I’m so close… I’m gonna give you everything… everything… my thick load… all over you… I’m gonna cum all over you like the good little slut you are for me…”

He pressed his entire face to the screen, smothering it completely with his mouth and nose, kissing and licking like he was devouring her alive.

His tongue slid over the glass where her breasts were shown, then lower, tasting the air where her dripping pussy was.

His hand flew over his cock, stroking furiously, balls slapping against his thigh with every thrust, the wet sounds of his hand and the screen filling the apartment.

Then it hit.

“AHHHHHH APPPIIIIII!”

Bilal’s whole body jerked violently off the sofa, back arching, muscles flexing like he was being milked.

Thick, hot ropes of white cum exploded from his throbbing cock in powerful, rhythmic jets.

The first spray hit the screen right over Kinza’s reflection in the mirror, splattering across her breasts and face in messy white streaks.

The second and third shots followed immediately, even heavier and more forceful, covering the entire glass in thick, glistening white cum.

Cum dripped down the screen in long, slow trails, pooling at the bottom, over his own face in the reflection, over his abs, even reaching the sofa cushion behind him.

The spray kept coming—jet after jet after jet—until the entire LED screen was painted in a thick, sloppy layer of his cum, looking like he had just given Kinza the sloppiest, filthiest cum facial on the planet.

Thick ropes hung from the glass like curtains, strings of cum stretching between his lips and the screen, dripping everywhere, some even reaching the floor in long sticky strands.

He kept stroking through the orgasm, milking every last drop with slow, lazy pulls of his fist, groaning and laughing at the same time, eyes half-closed in bliss, face still pressed to the glass.

“Appi… look what you did to me… I gave you my cum face… I came all over your screen… I love you… I love you so fucking much… I marked you with my thick load… I’m so proud of you… look how beautiful you are… my perfect Aapi… I’m gonna fill your virgin pussy with this same cum soon…”

His chest heaved like he had run a marathon, sweat dripping down his forehead and onto the screen, cock still twitching and leaking the last few drops. He stayed on his knees for a long time, face pressed hard against the glass, the huge LED screen now completely covered in his messy white cum, glistening and dripping under the blue light like a beautiful, dirty masterpiece.

Bilal smiled like an idiot, whispering to the screen, “Appi… I’m marking you with my love today… soon I'll put my thick cock inside your virgin pussy and fill you up… I can’t wait to see you cry and moan my name while I’m inside you…”

The screen was ruined.

 

[Sameer Kapoor]

Chapter 110

The next morning, Kinza woke up in a surprisingly good mood.

Kinza woke up slowly, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of her bedroom.

A shy smile appeared on her face as she stretched beneath her sheets.

Her cheeks turned pink, and she quickly buried her face in her pillow, trying to control the smile that kept returning.

She stretched her arms above her head, feeling the delicious ache between her thighs, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each sleepy breath.

Last night’s orgasm in the mirror still hummed in her body like a warm memory she never wanted to forget.

After a few moments, she finally got out of bed.

She walked to her wardrobe, selected her clothes, and headed into the bathroom for a shower. Once she was ready, she brushed her hair, checked her appearance in the mirror, and gave herself one last little smile.

“Kinza, behave yourself,” she whispered, blushing again.

Soon, she joined Kanwal and Zaheer for breakfast.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Kanwal greeted her.

“Good morning, Mama! Good morning, Baba!”

Zaheer glanced up from his breakfast.

“Someone seems unusually happy this morning.”

“I'm always happy, Papa!”

“Really?” he teased. “Then why are you smiling at your breakfast?”

Kinza immediately looked down at her plate, trying to hide her grin.

Kanwal watched her for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Kinza, tell me something. Why are you blushing so much today?”

Kinza froze.

For once, the usually confident girl had absolutely no answer.

“Mama, I… it's… nothing!”

“Nothing?” Kanwal repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Kinza picked up her glass of water, took a hurried sip, and stood up.

“I'm just happy about my result! First position, remember? Anyway, I'm getting late. I have the gym and IELTS centre today. Bye!”

She kissed Kanwal's cheek, hugged Zaheer, and hurried out before either parent could ask another question.

Behind her, Zaheer exchanged an amused look with Kanwal.

“First position has certainly made our daughter very happy,” he remarked.

Kanwal smiled knowingly.

“Perhaps. But I don't think her result explains every smile.”

Neither parent pursued the matter.

Meanwhile, Kinza continued toward her gym and IELTS centre, still wearing that small, unmistakably shy smile.

Some feelings were simply too difficult to hide.

Germany

Bilal sat on his sofa, breathing heavily

He drew a deep breath, then another, trying to contain the excitement building inside him.

A smile slowly spread across his face.

“Aapi…” he whispered.

He leaned back against the sofa, imagining the day they would finally stand face-to-face again.

“You're coming to me soon, aren't you?”

His smile softened.

He knew there would be questions.

There would be arguments, accusations, and probably a long lecture about every mistake he had made.

And he knew he deserved to hear all of it.

But he also imagined the moment when, after all the distance and misunderstandings, they might finally embrace.

“One day, my Aapi,” he murmured.

“We'll sit together, talk about everything, and I'll finally get the chance to tell you all the things I should have said years ago.”

He chuckled quietly, imagining her stubborn expression.

“And if you decide to scold me first, I'll listen.”

Then, with a hopeful smile, he added,

He glanced at his screen.

The apartment keys were still a month away. Kinza's IELTS test was approaching, and Germany was slowly becoming a real possibility for her.

Bilal was excited, but somewhere beneath that excitement, he understood one important thing.

Bilal leaned back against the sofa, a helpless smile spreading across his face as he imagined Kinza finally standing in front of him.

“Aapi… I'll hug you so tightly, just once, and whisper in your ear,
I love you.
Then I'll give you a gentle, soft kiss on your thirsty lips and hold you close for a little longer.”

He chuckled shyly, imagining her familiar angry expression.

“And I'll pick you up in my arms and carry you towards the bedroom.”

His smile softened.

“I know you won't forgive me that easily, jaan. You'll probably scold me for hours.”

He shook his head affectionately.

“But I keep hoping that, one day, you'll feel safe enough in my arms to let some of that anger go. I'll hold you close, listen to everything you have to say, and remind you how much I love you.”

He lowered his gaze, whispering one last time.

“Come soon, Aapi. I miss you more than you know.”

 

[Sameer Kapoor]

 

[Sameer Kapoor]

 

[Sameer Kapoor]

Chapter 111

Another month had passed, bringing Kinza one step closer to Germany.

Her IELTS results were finally available, and when she saw her scores, she could hardly believe them.

She had achieved Band 9 in every section.

Listening: 9.0.
Reading: 9.0.
Writing: 9.0.
Speaking: 9.0.

An overall Band 9, with the highest possible score in every component.

Her parents were incredibly proud. Kinza had worked hard to balance her responsibilities, IELTS preparation, and gym routine, and now she had another achievement to celebrate.

Her university had also issued her initial transcript. The process for obtaining her original academic documents and completing the required departmental verifications was underway with guidance from the father of Bilal's friend. The verified documents were expected next month.

Once they arrived, Kinza planned to begin submitting her university applications for the January intake.

Bilal's friend's father was a senior government official in the education department, with extensive experience in university administration and academic document verification. Through his guidance and coordination, Kinza's transcript, original degree documents, and departmental verification process were moving much faster than usual. Without his assistance, the paperwork could have taken considerably longer, potentially delaying her university applications until the next intake. His support had saved Kinza valuable time and helped her stay on track for the January admission cycle, while ensuring that all the required procedures and verifications were completed officially.

But she wasn't choosing a university simply because it would take her to Germany.

She was researching programmes, comparing professional opportunities, and deciding which field would best support her long-term career.

Bilal had received a brief update from Zaheer.

“Kinza has completed her IELTS with Band 9 in every section,” Zaheer told him. “She's now comparing universities and programmes. I've advised her to shortlist at least three suitable universities and compare their requirements before making a final decision.”

Bilal's face lit up.

“Band 9 in everything? That's incredible!”

He was genuinely proud of her.

“Please let her choose what is best for her career,” he replied. “The programme, the university, the location—everything should suit her goals. There's no point in rushing her into a decision.”

Zaheer agreed.

Bilal ended the call with a smile.

One more milestone completed, Aapi.
Keep going.

He was still waiting for possession of his apartment, but her future was progressing steadily. For now, he continued to wait for updates without interfering with her choices.

He wanted her to arrive in Germany prepared to build a life of her own but with him.

Whatever happened between them would have to be decided separately.

Kinza's three-month training programme was approaching its final stage. Only two weeks remained.

Her routine had gradually progressed from introductory exercises to more demanding workouts, including work on the gym machines under Sarah's guidance.

Kinza was beginning to notice changes in her stamina, posture, and figure.
She felt more energetic and organized, and the improvement in her confidence was becoming just as important to her as the physical changes.

After finishing that day's session, she sat with Sarah to discuss her next steps.

“Sarah, I still have a lot of work to do.”

Sarah smiled. “You're making progress. What are you thinking about now?”

“I want to work towards a more model-like figure. I know it takes time, and I don't expect miracles, but I'm ready to put in the effort. I want a proper plan that suits my body and keeps me healthy.”

“That's a sensible approach,” Sarah replied. “We'll set realistic goals, assess your progress, and build your personal-training programme around your needs. Remember, there's no single model figure that everyone has to achieve.”

Kinza nodded.

“Agreed. I want to look and feel my best, but I want to do it properly.”

She paused before bringing up another matter.

“And from next month, my two months of personal training should begin. Have you received the payment for those two months from Bilal?”

Sarah smiled.

“Yes, I have. I sent him the bill, and he transferred the payment online without asking me a single question.”

Kinza's expression brightened.

“Really? He didn't ask anything?”

“Not a single word. I sent the bill, and he paid it.”

Kinza looked away, trying not to smile too obviously.

So, you know I'm still working hard, Bilal.
And you haven't even asked what I'm planning, but you was the one who send me here.

She knew she hadn't told him about her private conversation with Sarah or explained how determined she was to continue improving. Yet he had supported the additional training without making it another subject for an argument.

A warm feeling settled in her heart.

You can be thoughtful when you want to be, Mr Romeo. Unfortunately for you, I'm still angry.

Sarah noticed her expression.

“What's that smile for?”

“Nothing!” Kinza answered quickly. “Let's talk about my next plan.”

Sarah laughed.

“Of course. What else have you arranged?”

Kinza leaned closer, lowering her voice as if she were about to reveal a major secret.

“Last month, I want a complete makeover.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow.

“A complete makeover?”

“Absolutely. I want to feel refreshed from head to toe before I start the next stage of my life.”

She began listing the treatments she wanted to arrange.

First, a comprehensive facial and body skincare programme & full body laser wax, followed by a manicure and pedicure. She also wanted a hair trim and professional hair colouring, with the colour chosen to suit her complexion and overall look.

Then came the full-body laser hair-removal consultation and treatment plan.

“And the next day,” Kinza continued, “I want a relaxing full-body massage. I know some treatments can leave the skin sensitive, so I want the schedule arranged properly. If the laser treatment causes any discomfort, we'll follow the practitioner's aftercare advice rather than doing anything that might irritate my skin.”

Sarah nodded approvingly.

“Good. We'll schedule everything according to the professional recommendations. Some treatments may need separate appointments, and we'll make sure your skin has enough time to recover.”

Kinza smiled.

“Perfect. Please prepare the bill for all the services and send it to Bilal. But there's one little detail…”

She paused dramatically.

“Don't list the hair-removal and laser treatment separately on the bill. Just use an accurate, general category for the relevant beauty services. I don't want to discuss that particular treatment with him yet.”

Sarah gave her a knowing smile.

“Why not? Wouldn't he be happy to know you're preparing for your makeover?”

Kinza immediately shook her head.

“No, no! That's exactly why I don't want to tell him.”

She leaned back in her chair, looking thoroughly pleased with her own secret.

“He has already planned enough things without telling me. Now let me have one little surprise of my own.”

Sarah laughed.

“And what exactly are you planning to surprise him with?”

Kinza's cheeks turned pink.

“He can discover the results himself when the time is right.”

She gave Sarah a playful wink.

“Until then, the details remain confidential.”

Sarah shook her head, amused by Kinza's determination.

“Fine. I'll prepare the estimate and arrange the appointments. Since the services require different sessions, we'll spread them over two or three days where appropriate. I'll let you know when the schedule and payment arrangements are confirmed.”

“Deal!”

Kinza stood up, collected her belongings, and adjusted her bag on her shoulder.

Her IELTS was complete. Her university applications were taking shape. Her fitness programme was moving into its next stage, and she had a personal makeover planned for the coming month.

She was building her future one decision at a time.

And somewhere in Germany, Bilal was still waiting for the day he could finally see her again.

What he didn't know was that Kinza was quietly preparing a few surprises of her own.

 

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