09-09-2024, 07:53 AM
The day began like any other, with the incessant buzz of Aarthi's alarm clock piercing the early morning silence. She groaned and rolled over, swiping the offending device off her nightstand. The cool air of the room caressed her face, hinting at the promise of a new day. But Aarthi felt anything but new; she was weary, the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders like a heavy, unwanted blanket.
Her eyes lazily searched the room, landing on the framed picture of her and her ex-boyfriend, a reminder of happier times. The pain of their recent breakup still lingered, a constant throb in the background of her thoughts. Work at the MNC had become a lifeline, a routine to cling to amidst the chaos of her personal life. She threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting her feet firmly on the cold, hard floor.
Vicky, her younger brother, barged into her room without knocking, his usual grin plastered on his face. His muscular frame, a testament to countless hours at the gym, filled the doorway. "Hey, sis," he said, oblivious to the turmoil churning within her. "Mom and dad are leaving for the hometown today. You're gonna miss 'em."
Aarthi nodded, mustering a smile she didn't feel. "Yeah, I will," she replied, her voice devoid of enthusiasm. She watched as he disappeared back into the hallway, his footsteps echoing downstairs. His energy was infectious, but today it only served to highlight the stark contrast between his carefree existence and her own crumbling world.
The house grew quiet as their parents' car pulled away, the engine's rumble fading into the distance. Aarthi found herself alone with Vicky, a situation she hadn't encountered since their college days. The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable, as they sat in the living room, the TV flickering mindlessly in the background.
Vicky's eyes strayed to his sister's profile, taking in the way the light played with the strands of her hair. He felt a familiar stirring in his chest, a feeling he'd long ago learned to suppress. Aarthi was beautiful, always had been, and the more he saw her hurting, the more he wanted to...what? Comfort her? Protect her? Or was it something else?
The tension grew palpable as the hours ticked by. The air grew heavier, charged with an electricity that neither of them could ignore. Aarthi's gaze drifted to Vicky, his strong hands gripping the armrests of the chair. She felt a strange warmth spread through her, a yearning she hadn't felt since...
Her thoughts trailed off as Vicky shifted, accidentally brushing against her leg. It was a small touch, innocent, but it sent a jolt through her body, a jolt that was definitely not innocent. She looked up to find him staring at her, his eyes dark with a hunger she'd never seen before. And in that moment, everything changed.
Aarthi stood up abruptly, her heart racing. She needed to get out of the room, to put some distance between them. But as she moved, Vicky's hand shot out, grasping her wrist. "Aarthi," he said, his voice low and serious. "I know you're hurting. I've always been here for you, and I always will be."
Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of mockery or teasing, but found none. Only sincerity, and that same hunger that had been in his gaze before. "What are you saying?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Vicky stood, closing the gap between them. He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "I'm saying," he murmured, his breath warm against her face, "that I want to make it better."
Aarthi's breath hitched as she felt the heat from his body. His eyes searched hers, looking for permission, for understanding. She knew what he was suggesting was wrong, but in that moment, she didn't care. The ache inside her, the loneliness and pain, seemed to evaporate under his touch.
Without a word, she leaned into him, their bodies colliding in a sudden, desperate embrace. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against his chest, and she could feel the rapid thud of his heart matching her own. The line between comfort and desire was blurring, and she knew they were crossing it.
Vicky's hand trailed down her back, his touch feather-light and yet firm, as if he was afraid she'd vanish if he applied too much pressure. His other hand found its way to her waist, his fingers digging in slightly, grounding her to him. Aarthi's pulse quickened as she felt the unmistakable bulge in his pants, pressing against her stomach. She gasped, her eyes widening, but instead of pulling away, she found herself leaning into it, the warmth of it igniting a fire within her that she hadn't felt in so long.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Let me take care of you," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise that sent shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his hand as it slid lower, cupping her ass. The fabric of her pajama pants was thin, offering no barrier to the heat of his palm.
Her body responded instinctively, arching into his touch. Aarthi felt a strange mix of guilt and arousal, but the need for comfort and release was too powerful to resist. She turned her face up to his, and their lips met in a kiss that was anything but innocent. It was raw, desperate, filled with years of pent-up emotions and unspoken desires.
Vicky's hand slid up her back, tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss. Aarthi's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, as if trying to meld their bodies into one. His tongue danced with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth as if it were the first time, even though he'd fantasized about this moment for years. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of mint and something uniquely Vicky.
Her own hands weren't idle. They roamed over his broad shoulders, tracing the muscles that rippled beneath his shirt. She could feel the power in his arms as they held her, a stark reminder of his physical dominance. But it wasn't fear that surged through her; it was excitement. A thrill she hadn't experienced with anyone else.
With a groan that was more need than sound, Vicky's hand moved to the front of her pajama top, his thumb grazing her nipple through the fabric. It hardened immediately, a beacon of arousal in the sea of their forbidden desires. Aarthi gasped, her breathing ragged as she realized just how much she wanted this, how much she craved his touch.
Vicky broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust as he stared down at her. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice hoarse with passion. Aarthi's cheeks flushed with a mix of shock and arousal at his claim. Before she could respond, his mouth was on her neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. She moaned, her knees threatening to give way beneath her.
He led her to the couch, his hands never leaving her body. Aarthi's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire as she allowed him to guide her, her own hands clutching at his shirt. They sat down, Vicky's thigh pressing against hers, his hand slipping under her shirt to cup her bare breast. She could feel the weight of his erection against her, and the knowledge of his desire for her was a potent aphrodisiac.
Her eyes fluttered closed as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, teasing and pinching gently. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she felt his cock twitch in response. Aarthi's hand slid down to his crotch, her curiosity overwhelming her. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and she longed to touch him, to feel the length and girth she'd only imagined.
Vicky's hand stilled on her breast as he looked at her, a question in his eyes. She met his gaze, nodding slightly, giving him the answer he sought. He took her hand and guided it to the button of his pants, his breath hitching as she fumbled with the zipper. Her heart raced as she felt the soft fabric of his boxers, the rigidness beneath them. She took a deep breath, then slid her hand inside, her palm finally meeting the hot, velvety skin of his erection.
Aarthi's hand wrapped around him, her grip tentative at first, then firmer as she grew bolder. Vicky groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as she began to stroke him. His hand returned to her breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak as he whispered, "You're so beautiful." His words sent a shiver through her, and she felt a warm wetness between her legs.
Their movements grew more urgent, more desperate. Vicky's hand slid down to her waist, then lower, slipping into her pants. His fingers found her wetness, and he stroked her gently, exploring the folds of her sex. Aarthi's hips bucked in response, her moans growing louder. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the soft slick of skin on skin.
With a sudden jerk, Vicky stood up, pulling Aarthi to her feet. He took her hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom, their footsteps echoing in the hallway. The door clicked shut behind them, and she felt his hands on her again, his mouth finding hers in a hungry kiss as he pushed her onto the bed.
Aarthi's body responded instinctively, arching up to meet his as he climbed over her. His weight was surprisingly comforting, his muscular frame a wall of protection from the outside world. She could feel his hardness pressing against her through the fabric of their clothes, and she knew she was ready to let go of the last shreds of her inhibitions.
Vicky's hands roamed over her body, stripping away her pajama top and pants with a hunger that was almost feral. His eyes devoured her, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh like a starving man at a feast. Aarthi felt a surge of power as she watched his reaction, the desire in his gaze a potent elixir for her bruised ego.
He hovered above her, his chiseled abs flexing as he kissed a trail down her neck and across her collarbone. His mouth found her breasts, and he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until she was writhing beneath him. Aarthi's hands found his back, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him closer, needing more of him.
With a growl of his own, Vicky slid his pants down, revealing his erection. It stood proud and thick between them, a symbol of his desire for her. Aarthi's eyes widened at the sight, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. He took her hand and placed it around him, guiding her movements as she stroked him, feeling his length and girth in her palm.
Vicky kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing as he positioned himself between her legs. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, and the soft mounds of her breasts. His hand trailed down her body, teasing the wetness between her thighs. Aarthi's breath hitched as he slid a finger inside her, feeling her tightness and the unmistakable proof of her virginity.
He paused, looking up at her with a mix of awe and determination. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gruff with lust. Aarthi nodded, her eyes never leaving his. This was happening, and she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything.
Vicky reached over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom. The sound of it tearing open was the only noise in the room aside from their ragged breathing. He rolled it on with practiced ease, his eyes never leaving hers. Then, with a gentle push, he parted her legs and positioned himself at her entrance. Aarthi felt a spike of fear, but it was quickly drowned out by the need pulsating through her body.
He pushed in, slow and steady, watching her face for any sign of pain. Aarthi's eyes widened, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out as he breached her barrier. It hurt, but there was something else, a feeling of rightness that she couldn't explain. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, and he obliged with a groan of his own.
Vicky's movements grew more assured as he felt her tightness give way to him. He stroked her hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how much he'd always wanted her. Aarthi clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she adjusted to the feeling of being filled. The pain slowly ebbed, replaced by a building tension that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
His rhythm was slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. Aarthi felt her body begin to respond, the friction against her clit sending sparks of pleasure through her. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to process the sensations overwhelming her. Vicky's hand slid down to her hip, his fingers digging in as he thrust deeper. "Open your eyes," he murmured, his voice strained with effort. "Look at me."
Aarthi obeyed, her eyes flying open to meet his. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear. She could see the years of longing, the desire that had been simmering just beneath the surface, finally coming to a boil. And she knew that she wasn't just any girl to him; she was his sister, the one person he'd never allowed himself to have.
Vicky's hips picked up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent. His hand slid down her body, his thumb finding her clit and circling it with just the right amount of pressure. Aarthi's breathing grew ragged as the tension coiled tighter within her. She'd heard the whispers at college, the tales of Vicky's conquests, of the way he could make a girl scream with pleasure. But she'd never imagined it would be her, never thought she'd be the one to experience his talented touch.
Her eyes never left his, and she saw the moment when his control began to slip. His jaw clenched, and his strokes grew erratic. He'd taken other girls' virginities before, but none had ever meant as much as this. Aarthi was his sister, his best friend, the one person he'd always had to keep his distance from. Now, with their parents gone and the house to themselves, he could finally claim her as his own.
With a final, hard push, he sheathed himself completely within her, tearing through the last vestige of her innocence. Aarthi's eyes widened in shock, and a broken sob tore from her throat as she felt the searing pain of her hymen giving way. Her body tensed, her nails digging into Vicky's back as she felt the warm wetness of her own blood mingling with their passion. But even through the pain, she couldn't deny the intensity of the connection between them.
Vicky paused, his own eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and concern. He knew he'd hurt her, but the need to claim her was too strong. He gently kissed her, whispering, "I'm sorry, Aarthi," as he reached for a tissue on the nightstand. Carefully, he wiped away the evidence of her lost purity, his touch surprisingly tender. Aarthi felt the sting of the fabric against her tender flesh, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she watched him, her eyes glazed with a mix of pain and arousal.
He took a deep breath, trying to regain control. He didn't want to rush this, not when it was the most important moment of his life. He wanted to savor every second, every sensation, as he made love to the woman he'd been obsessed with for so long. With a gentle smile, he kissed her forehead and began to move again, his strokes slow and measured.
Aarthi's eyes searched his, a silent question in their depths. Vicky leaned down, capturing her mouth in a tender kiss as he pushed into her once more. The pain was still there, but it was overshadowed by the feeling of fullness, the sensation of being connected to him in a way she never had been with anyone else. She felt a tear slip down her cheek, a mix of pain and something else, something she couldn't quite name.
He pulled back, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress. But all he saw was a flicker of something deeper, something that went beyond the physical. He knew he had to be careful with her, to make sure she was okay every step of the way. He reached down, his thumb brushing away the tear as he whispered, "I've got you, Aarthi. Just focus on me."
Vicky took her in, the way her eyes had glazed over with a mix of pain and pleasure, the way her body tensed around him, the way her breath hitched with every gentle thrust. He felt a strange mix of emotions: excitement, lust, but also a fierce protectiveness that he hadn't felt with anyone else. He knew he had to be gentle, to ease her into this new experience that was as much about claiming as it was about giving.
He took a deep breath, focusing on her, on the way her body was slowly adjusting to him. He felt the tightness of her virginity give way to the warm, wet embrace of her sex, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill of victory. This was his sister, his forbidden fruit, and he was finally tasting her sweetness. He reached for the tissue again, gently wiping away the last traces of her blood, the evidence of her lost innocence.
Their eyes remained locked, the air thick with a tension that neither of them had ever experienced before. Aarthi's body began to relax, and she found herself moving with him, her hips rising to meet his, the pain slowly morphing into a different kind of sensation. It was foreign, but not unpleasant. Vicky watched her closely, reading her every reaction, adjusting his movements to her unspoken cues.
As the minutes ticked by, the tension grew, a coil winding tighter within Aarthi. She felt her muscles clench around him, her breaths becoming shorter and more erratic. Vicky could feel it too, the moment she was approaching the precipice of pleasure. He increased his pace, his thumb now moving in slow, deliberate circles around her clit, the pad of his finger applying just the right amount of pressure.
Aarthi's moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of need. Her body was no longer her own, it was a vessel for the pleasure that Vicky was so expertly coaxing from her. And she reveled in it, letting go of the guilt and the fear, giving in to the feeling of being claimed by her brother.
Vicky felt it too, the moment when Aarthi's body began to shudder beneath him, her walls tightening around his cock. He groaned, his own climax approaching, but he held back, wanting to make sure she reached hers first. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in gasps, her nails digging into his skin.
With a final, gentle push, Aarthi's body arched off the bed, a keening cry escaping her lips as she shattered into a million pieces. Vicky watched in awe as her orgasm washed over her, her eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. He felt her pulse around him, her muscles clenching in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through his own body.
Her climax triggered his own, and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled the condom with his seed. Aarthi's eyes fluttered closed, her body going limp as the waves of pleasure receded. Vicky held her tight, his own breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tried to come down from the high.
For a moment, they lay there, their hearts racing in tandem, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, Vicky pulled out, the loss of him leaving Aarthi feeling strangely empty. He discarded the condom and lay beside her, pulling her into his arms. They didn't speak, the silence a testament to the gravity of what they'd just done.
The warmth of his embrace was a comfort to Aarthi, the guilt and confusion momentarily pushed aside by the physical closeness. She could feel his heart hammering against her chest, the same heart that had shared her mother's womb. It was a strange, bittersweet feeling, one she couldn't quite process.
Vicky held her tight, his breathing gradually slowing as he stroked her hair. He knew he'd crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed. But in that moment, he didn't care. All he cared about was the woman in his arms, the woman who'd always been there for him, who now belonged to him in a way no one else ever could.
Aarthi's mind was racing. What had they just done? The reality of the situation began to set in, the weight of their incestuous act pressing down on her chest. But she couldn't deny the pleasure she'd felt, the way her body had responded to him. It was wrong, but it had felt so right.
Vicky's arms tightened around her, as if he could sense her turmoil. He kissed the top of her head, his breath warm against her skin. "Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Aarthi nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her throat was tight, a knot of conflicting feelings lodged firmly in place.
They lay there for what felt like hours, the silence stretching between them like a tightrope. Finally, Vicky spoke again, his voice low and serious. "Aarthi, I know this is a lot to take in, but I need to tell you something." She tensed, waiting for the confession she wasn't sure she wanted to hear.
"I've always loved you," he continued, his eyes searching hers. "More than a brother should. And now that I've had you, I can't go back. This isn't just a one-time thing for me." Aarthi's heart raced at his words. The implications of what he was saying were huge, but she couldn't ignore the flutter of excitement in her stomach.
"What are we going to do?" she whispered, her voice shaky. Vicky's expression softened, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her arm. "We'll figure it out," he assured her. "But for now, let's just be here, together."
Aarthi nodded, too overwhelmed to argue. The truth was, she didn't want to be anywhere else. Despite the swirl of guilt and confusion in her mind, she felt safe with Vicky, more so than she had in weeks. The lockdown had turned their childhood home into a cocoon of forbidden desires, and she was too lost in the haze of newfound pleasure to think about the consequences.
They lay together in the quiet of her room, the only sound their ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. Aarthi's thoughts swirled like a tornado, a mix of fear, excitement, and a strange sense of belonging. She'd always looked up to Vicky, admired his confidence and charm, but never had she allowed herself to consider the possibility of this.
Vicky pulled the comforter over them, the soft fabric enveloping them in a cocoon of warmth. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know this isn't what you expected," he said softly. "But I can't pretend anymore. I need you, Aarthi."
Aarthi's chest tightened at his words, the weight of what they'd done heavy on her heart. But she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her at his admission. "What happens when the lockdown ends?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Her eyes lazily searched the room, landing on the framed picture of her and her ex-boyfriend, a reminder of happier times. The pain of their recent breakup still lingered, a constant throb in the background of her thoughts. Work at the MNC had become a lifeline, a routine to cling to amidst the chaos of her personal life. She threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting her feet firmly on the cold, hard floor.
Vicky, her younger brother, barged into her room without knocking, his usual grin plastered on his face. His muscular frame, a testament to countless hours at the gym, filled the doorway. "Hey, sis," he said, oblivious to the turmoil churning within her. "Mom and dad are leaving for the hometown today. You're gonna miss 'em."
Aarthi nodded, mustering a smile she didn't feel. "Yeah, I will," she replied, her voice devoid of enthusiasm. She watched as he disappeared back into the hallway, his footsteps echoing downstairs. His energy was infectious, but today it only served to highlight the stark contrast between his carefree existence and her own crumbling world.
The house grew quiet as their parents' car pulled away, the engine's rumble fading into the distance. Aarthi found herself alone with Vicky, a situation she hadn't encountered since their college days. The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable, as they sat in the living room, the TV flickering mindlessly in the background.
Vicky's eyes strayed to his sister's profile, taking in the way the light played with the strands of her hair. He felt a familiar stirring in his chest, a feeling he'd long ago learned to suppress. Aarthi was beautiful, always had been, and the more he saw her hurting, the more he wanted to...what? Comfort her? Protect her? Or was it something else?
The tension grew palpable as the hours ticked by. The air grew heavier, charged with an electricity that neither of them could ignore. Aarthi's gaze drifted to Vicky, his strong hands gripping the armrests of the chair. She felt a strange warmth spread through her, a yearning she hadn't felt since...
Her thoughts trailed off as Vicky shifted, accidentally brushing against her leg. It was a small touch, innocent, but it sent a jolt through her body, a jolt that was definitely not innocent. She looked up to find him staring at her, his eyes dark with a hunger she'd never seen before. And in that moment, everything changed.
Aarthi stood up abruptly, her heart racing. She needed to get out of the room, to put some distance between them. But as she moved, Vicky's hand shot out, grasping her wrist. "Aarthi," he said, his voice low and serious. "I know you're hurting. I've always been here for you, and I always will be."
Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of mockery or teasing, but found none. Only sincerity, and that same hunger that had been in his gaze before. "What are you saying?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Vicky stood, closing the gap between them. He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "I'm saying," he murmured, his breath warm against her face, "that I want to make it better."
Aarthi's breath hitched as she felt the heat from his body. His eyes searched hers, looking for permission, for understanding. She knew what he was suggesting was wrong, but in that moment, she didn't care. The ache inside her, the loneliness and pain, seemed to evaporate under his touch.
Without a word, she leaned into him, their bodies colliding in a sudden, desperate embrace. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against his chest, and she could feel the rapid thud of his heart matching her own. The line between comfort and desire was blurring, and she knew they were crossing it.
Vicky's hand trailed down her back, his touch feather-light and yet firm, as if he was afraid she'd vanish if he applied too much pressure. His other hand found its way to her waist, his fingers digging in slightly, grounding her to him. Aarthi's pulse quickened as she felt the unmistakable bulge in his pants, pressing against her stomach. She gasped, her eyes widening, but instead of pulling away, she found herself leaning into it, the warmth of it igniting a fire within her that she hadn't felt in so long.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Let me take care of you," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise that sent shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his hand as it slid lower, cupping her ass. The fabric of her pajama pants was thin, offering no barrier to the heat of his palm.
Her body responded instinctively, arching into his touch. Aarthi felt a strange mix of guilt and arousal, but the need for comfort and release was too powerful to resist. She turned her face up to his, and their lips met in a kiss that was anything but innocent. It was raw, desperate, filled with years of pent-up emotions and unspoken desires.
Vicky's hand slid up her back, tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss. Aarthi's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, as if trying to meld their bodies into one. His tongue danced with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth as if it were the first time, even though he'd fantasized about this moment for years. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of mint and something uniquely Vicky.
Her own hands weren't idle. They roamed over his broad shoulders, tracing the muscles that rippled beneath his shirt. She could feel the power in his arms as they held her, a stark reminder of his physical dominance. But it wasn't fear that surged through her; it was excitement. A thrill she hadn't experienced with anyone else.
With a groan that was more need than sound, Vicky's hand moved to the front of her pajama top, his thumb grazing her nipple through the fabric. It hardened immediately, a beacon of arousal in the sea of their forbidden desires. Aarthi gasped, her breathing ragged as she realized just how much she wanted this, how much she craved his touch.
Vicky broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust as he stared down at her. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice hoarse with passion. Aarthi's cheeks flushed with a mix of shock and arousal at his claim. Before she could respond, his mouth was on her neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. She moaned, her knees threatening to give way beneath her.
He led her to the couch, his hands never leaving her body. Aarthi's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire as she allowed him to guide her, her own hands clutching at his shirt. They sat down, Vicky's thigh pressing against hers, his hand slipping under her shirt to cup her bare breast. She could feel the weight of his erection against her, and the knowledge of his desire for her was a potent aphrodisiac.
Her eyes fluttered closed as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, teasing and pinching gently. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she felt his cock twitch in response. Aarthi's hand slid down to his crotch, her curiosity overwhelming her. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and she longed to touch him, to feel the length and girth she'd only imagined.
Vicky's hand stilled on her breast as he looked at her, a question in his eyes. She met his gaze, nodding slightly, giving him the answer he sought. He took her hand and guided it to the button of his pants, his breath hitching as she fumbled with the zipper. Her heart raced as she felt the soft fabric of his boxers, the rigidness beneath them. She took a deep breath, then slid her hand inside, her palm finally meeting the hot, velvety skin of his erection.
Aarthi's hand wrapped around him, her grip tentative at first, then firmer as she grew bolder. Vicky groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as she began to stroke him. His hand returned to her breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak as he whispered, "You're so beautiful." His words sent a shiver through her, and she felt a warm wetness between her legs.
Their movements grew more urgent, more desperate. Vicky's hand slid down to her waist, then lower, slipping into her pants. His fingers found her wetness, and he stroked her gently, exploring the folds of her sex. Aarthi's hips bucked in response, her moans growing louder. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the soft slick of skin on skin.
With a sudden jerk, Vicky stood up, pulling Aarthi to her feet. He took her hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom, their footsteps echoing in the hallway. The door clicked shut behind them, and she felt his hands on her again, his mouth finding hers in a hungry kiss as he pushed her onto the bed.
Aarthi's body responded instinctively, arching up to meet his as he climbed over her. His weight was surprisingly comforting, his muscular frame a wall of protection from the outside world. She could feel his hardness pressing against her through the fabric of their clothes, and she knew she was ready to let go of the last shreds of her inhibitions.
Vicky's hands roamed over her body, stripping away her pajama top and pants with a hunger that was almost feral. His eyes devoured her, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh like a starving man at a feast. Aarthi felt a surge of power as she watched his reaction, the desire in his gaze a potent elixir for her bruised ego.
He hovered above her, his chiseled abs flexing as he kissed a trail down her neck and across her collarbone. His mouth found her breasts, and he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until she was writhing beneath him. Aarthi's hands found his back, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him closer, needing more of him.
With a growl of his own, Vicky slid his pants down, revealing his erection. It stood proud and thick between them, a symbol of his desire for her. Aarthi's eyes widened at the sight, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. He took her hand and placed it around him, guiding her movements as she stroked him, feeling his length and girth in her palm.
Vicky kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing as he positioned himself between her legs. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, and the soft mounds of her breasts. His hand trailed down her body, teasing the wetness between her thighs. Aarthi's breath hitched as he slid a finger inside her, feeling her tightness and the unmistakable proof of her virginity.
He paused, looking up at her with a mix of awe and determination. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gruff with lust. Aarthi nodded, her eyes never leaving his. This was happening, and she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything.
Vicky reached over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom. The sound of it tearing open was the only noise in the room aside from their ragged breathing. He rolled it on with practiced ease, his eyes never leaving hers. Then, with a gentle push, he parted her legs and positioned himself at her entrance. Aarthi felt a spike of fear, but it was quickly drowned out by the need pulsating through her body.
He pushed in, slow and steady, watching her face for any sign of pain. Aarthi's eyes widened, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out as he breached her barrier. It hurt, but there was something else, a feeling of rightness that she couldn't explain. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, and he obliged with a groan of his own.
Vicky's movements grew more assured as he felt her tightness give way to him. He stroked her hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how much he'd always wanted her. Aarthi clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she adjusted to the feeling of being filled. The pain slowly ebbed, replaced by a building tension that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
His rhythm was slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. Aarthi felt her body begin to respond, the friction against her clit sending sparks of pleasure through her. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to process the sensations overwhelming her. Vicky's hand slid down to her hip, his fingers digging in as he thrust deeper. "Open your eyes," he murmured, his voice strained with effort. "Look at me."
Aarthi obeyed, her eyes flying open to meet his. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear. She could see the years of longing, the desire that had been simmering just beneath the surface, finally coming to a boil. And she knew that she wasn't just any girl to him; she was his sister, the one person he'd never allowed himself to have.
Vicky's hips picked up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent. His hand slid down her body, his thumb finding her clit and circling it with just the right amount of pressure. Aarthi's breathing grew ragged as the tension coiled tighter within her. She'd heard the whispers at college, the tales of Vicky's conquests, of the way he could make a girl scream with pleasure. But she'd never imagined it would be her, never thought she'd be the one to experience his talented touch.
Her eyes never left his, and she saw the moment when his control began to slip. His jaw clenched, and his strokes grew erratic. He'd taken other girls' virginities before, but none had ever meant as much as this. Aarthi was his sister, his best friend, the one person he'd always had to keep his distance from. Now, with their parents gone and the house to themselves, he could finally claim her as his own.
With a final, hard push, he sheathed himself completely within her, tearing through the last vestige of her innocence. Aarthi's eyes widened in shock, and a broken sob tore from her throat as she felt the searing pain of her hymen giving way. Her body tensed, her nails digging into Vicky's back as she felt the warm wetness of her own blood mingling with their passion. But even through the pain, she couldn't deny the intensity of the connection between them.
Vicky paused, his own eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and concern. He knew he'd hurt her, but the need to claim her was too strong. He gently kissed her, whispering, "I'm sorry, Aarthi," as he reached for a tissue on the nightstand. Carefully, he wiped away the evidence of her lost purity, his touch surprisingly tender. Aarthi felt the sting of the fabric against her tender flesh, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she watched him, her eyes glazed with a mix of pain and arousal.
He took a deep breath, trying to regain control. He didn't want to rush this, not when it was the most important moment of his life. He wanted to savor every second, every sensation, as he made love to the woman he'd been obsessed with for so long. With a gentle smile, he kissed her forehead and began to move again, his strokes slow and measured.
Aarthi's eyes searched his, a silent question in their depths. Vicky leaned down, capturing her mouth in a tender kiss as he pushed into her once more. The pain was still there, but it was overshadowed by the feeling of fullness, the sensation of being connected to him in a way she never had been with anyone else. She felt a tear slip down her cheek, a mix of pain and something else, something she couldn't quite name.
He pulled back, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress. But all he saw was a flicker of something deeper, something that went beyond the physical. He knew he had to be careful with her, to make sure she was okay every step of the way. He reached down, his thumb brushing away the tear as he whispered, "I've got you, Aarthi. Just focus on me."
Vicky took her in, the way her eyes had glazed over with a mix of pain and pleasure, the way her body tensed around him, the way her breath hitched with every gentle thrust. He felt a strange mix of emotions: excitement, lust, but also a fierce protectiveness that he hadn't felt with anyone else. He knew he had to be gentle, to ease her into this new experience that was as much about claiming as it was about giving.
He took a deep breath, focusing on her, on the way her body was slowly adjusting to him. He felt the tightness of her virginity give way to the warm, wet embrace of her sex, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill of victory. This was his sister, his forbidden fruit, and he was finally tasting her sweetness. He reached for the tissue again, gently wiping away the last traces of her blood, the evidence of her lost innocence.
Their eyes remained locked, the air thick with a tension that neither of them had ever experienced before. Aarthi's body began to relax, and she found herself moving with him, her hips rising to meet his, the pain slowly morphing into a different kind of sensation. It was foreign, but not unpleasant. Vicky watched her closely, reading her every reaction, adjusting his movements to her unspoken cues.
As the minutes ticked by, the tension grew, a coil winding tighter within Aarthi. She felt her muscles clench around him, her breaths becoming shorter and more erratic. Vicky could feel it too, the moment she was approaching the precipice of pleasure. He increased his pace, his thumb now moving in slow, deliberate circles around her clit, the pad of his finger applying just the right amount of pressure.
Aarthi's moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of need. Her body was no longer her own, it was a vessel for the pleasure that Vicky was so expertly coaxing from her. And she reveled in it, letting go of the guilt and the fear, giving in to the feeling of being claimed by her brother.
Vicky felt it too, the moment when Aarthi's body began to shudder beneath him, her walls tightening around his cock. He groaned, his own climax approaching, but he held back, wanting to make sure she reached hers first. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in gasps, her nails digging into his skin.
With a final, gentle push, Aarthi's body arched off the bed, a keening cry escaping her lips as she shattered into a million pieces. Vicky watched in awe as her orgasm washed over her, her eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. He felt her pulse around him, her muscles clenching in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through his own body.
Her climax triggered his own, and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled the condom with his seed. Aarthi's eyes fluttered closed, her body going limp as the waves of pleasure receded. Vicky held her tight, his own breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tried to come down from the high.
For a moment, they lay there, their hearts racing in tandem, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, Vicky pulled out, the loss of him leaving Aarthi feeling strangely empty. He discarded the condom and lay beside her, pulling her into his arms. They didn't speak, the silence a testament to the gravity of what they'd just done.
The warmth of his embrace was a comfort to Aarthi, the guilt and confusion momentarily pushed aside by the physical closeness. She could feel his heart hammering against her chest, the same heart that had shared her mother's womb. It was a strange, bittersweet feeling, one she couldn't quite process.
Vicky held her tight, his breathing gradually slowing as he stroked her hair. He knew he'd crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed. But in that moment, he didn't care. All he cared about was the woman in his arms, the woman who'd always been there for him, who now belonged to him in a way no one else ever could.
Aarthi's mind was racing. What had they just done? The reality of the situation began to set in, the weight of their incestuous act pressing down on her chest. But she couldn't deny the pleasure she'd felt, the way her body had responded to him. It was wrong, but it had felt so right.
Vicky's arms tightened around her, as if he could sense her turmoil. He kissed the top of her head, his breath warm against her skin. "Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Aarthi nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her throat was tight, a knot of conflicting feelings lodged firmly in place.
They lay there for what felt like hours, the silence stretching between them like a tightrope. Finally, Vicky spoke again, his voice low and serious. "Aarthi, I know this is a lot to take in, but I need to tell you something." She tensed, waiting for the confession she wasn't sure she wanted to hear.
"I've always loved you," he continued, his eyes searching hers. "More than a brother should. And now that I've had you, I can't go back. This isn't just a one-time thing for me." Aarthi's heart raced at his words. The implications of what he was saying were huge, but she couldn't ignore the flutter of excitement in her stomach.
"What are we going to do?" she whispered, her voice shaky. Vicky's expression softened, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her arm. "We'll figure it out," he assured her. "But for now, let's just be here, together."
Aarthi nodded, too overwhelmed to argue. The truth was, she didn't want to be anywhere else. Despite the swirl of guilt and confusion in her mind, she felt safe with Vicky, more so than she had in weeks. The lockdown had turned their childhood home into a cocoon of forbidden desires, and she was too lost in the haze of newfound pleasure to think about the consequences.
They lay together in the quiet of her room, the only sound their ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. Aarthi's thoughts swirled like a tornado, a mix of fear, excitement, and a strange sense of belonging. She'd always looked up to Vicky, admired his confidence and charm, but never had she allowed herself to consider the possibility of this.
Vicky pulled the comforter over them, the soft fabric enveloping them in a cocoon of warmth. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know this isn't what you expected," he said softly. "But I can't pretend anymore. I need you, Aarthi."
Aarthi's chest tightened at his words, the weight of what they'd done heavy on her heart. But she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her at his admission. "What happens when the lockdown ends?" she asked, her voice trembling.
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