Behenchod: My sister, my lover(Brother-sister)

[Mohit.Kumar]

Ali's touch grew bolder, his finger now moving in a rhythmic motion within her, his thumb working her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Rupa's breathing grew heavier, her body beginning to stir more noticeably. She moaned into Salim's mouth, her legs parting wider to give Ali better access. The room was a symphony of soft, erotic sounds: the wetness of Ali's finger sliding in and out of her, their muffled groans and gasps, the rustling of fabric as they moved closer to each other, the soft thud of the bedframe against the wall.
 
Salim's hand slid down from her face to her neck, his thumb resting gently on her pulse point. He could feel the rapid flutter of her heartbeat, a silent testament to the growing passion that thrummed between them. He broke the kiss, moving down to her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he kissed and licked his way to her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling and teasing it with his tongue, feeling it harden even further under his ministrations. Rupa's hand came up to cup his head, her fingers threading through his hair as she held him closer to her in her drunken stupor..
 
Ali's fingers danced within her, curling and stroking, searching for the perfect spot that would send her spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. He found it with a soft gasp from Rupa, her body tensing and releasing as she arched her back, pushing herself deeper into his touch.
 
Her response was a heady aphrodisiac, and Salim's own need grew more urgent. He slipped his hand from her neck to her waist, then down to the juncture of her thighs. He parted her further, his middle finger sliding in alongside Ali's, the two of them moving in tandem, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and they both watched as her body began to quake, her hips rising off the bed to meet their joined fingers.
 
Rupa's eyes fluttered open, a look of confusion and hazy arousal clouding her gaze. She took in the two men hovering over her, their expressions a mix of hunger and concern.
 
"Mujhe bahut pyaas lag rahi hai," she murmured in a slurred voice, her hand reaching out to caress Salim's cheek. The words, though muffled, were clear to both men. They exchanged a knowing glance, a silent understanding passing between them.

[Mohit.Kumar]

Salim's heart raced as he felt the heat of her palm against his skin. He leaned into her touch, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, desperate to be free. Ali, noticing the shift in the room's dynamic, slowed his movements, allowing Rupa's hand to slide down to his own neck, where it lingered, a silent request.
 
Rupa's eyes remained half-closed, a soft smile playing on her lips as she felt the warmth of their bodies surrounding her. Her hand trailed down Ali's neck, over his shoulder, and found his bicep, her fingers tightening reflexively around the firm muscle. Her other hand slid over Salim's chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath her palm. The two men held their breaths, unsure of what she would do next.
 
The half empty bottle of whisky on the table caught their eye, the amber liquid glinting in the soft light. An idea, deliciously wicked, began to form in their minds. If she was already this responsive in her sleep, imagine what a little liquid courage could do to her inhibitions. They shared a knowing look, the same thought echoing between them like a silent, seductive whisper.
 
With a silent nod, Ali reached for the bottle, his hand shaking with excitement. He brought it to Rupa's lips, tilting the bottle slightly to let the whisky dribble into her mouth. The liquid pooled on her tongue, a fiery trail of warmth that trickled down her throat, and she swallowed it greedily. Her eyes remained closed, but a soft moan of pleasure escaped her, a clear sign that she was more than ready to be coaxed into a deeper state of arousal.
 
Salim watched, his own need growing more insistent with every drop that touched her tongue. He knew that they were crossing a line, that there was no coming back from this, but the allure of the forbidden fruit was too tempting to resist. He leaned in, his cock pressing against the softness of her thigh, and whispered, "Lo pi lo."
 
Rupa's eyes remained closed, but a smile played on her lips as she obeyed, her mouth opening wider to accept the whisky. The fiery liquid slid down her throat, setting her insides ablaze, and she could feel the heat spread through her body, igniting a fire in her veins. It was as if the whisky had a life of its own, reaching into the deepest recesses of her soul and awakening a hunger she hadn't known existed.
 
Ali watched the way the whisky stained her teeth and the corners of her mouth, the sight making him even harder. He set the bottle down, his hand shaking with anticipation as he reached out to trace the line of her jaw, his thumb catching the excess whisky. He brought it to his own lips, tasting the sweetness of her mouth on his skin, and the connection between them grew stronger, more primal. He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was as fiery as the whisky they shared.
 
Salim watched, his hand still buried between her legs, as Ali claimed her mouth with an urgency that was impossible to ignore. He felt her body respond, her walls tightening around his fingers as she moaned into the kiss. The idea that had sparked in their minds grew into an inferno of desire, and they knew they had to take it further. They had to taste more of her, to feel her fully awake and responsive to their touch.

[Mohit.Kumar]

Rupa's eyes fluttered open once more, and she tried to sit up, the haze of sleep and alcohol slowly lifting. Her movements were clumsy and uncoordinated, but the two men were quick to assist, easing her into a sitting position. They helped her off the bed and onto a chair, the coolness of the leather against her skin sending a shiver down her spine. Her breasts swayed with the movement, her nipples peaked and sensitive from their attentions.
 
Salim and Ali held her firmly, their strong arms a reassuring presence as the room spun gently around her. The whisky had left a warm trail of sensation in its wake, and she felt a growing wetness between her legs, an insistent throb that demanded attention. Her eyes focused on the two of them, their expressions a blend of lust and concern that only added to her confusion.
 
"K...Kyun?" she slurred, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to piece together the events that had transpired. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, the realization of her nudity and their touch sinking in.
 
Salim and Ali exchanged a look, the excitement in their eyes unmistakable. "Chill, baby," Salim said, his voice soothing and tender. "We're just taking care of you." He gently pushed her shoulders back, guiding her to lean against the chair's headrest.
 
Rupa's eyes searched the room, her thoughts jumbled. The last thing she remembered was being fucked by her brother Sharan. The room felt unfamiliar, the bed too soft, the scent of not his. Yet, the comfort in Salim's touch and the familiar way Ali held her hand was a balm to her disorientation. Her mind clung to the belief that it was all a drunken dream, that Sharan had simply brought her to this hotel room to keep her safe.
 
As the whisky's warmth spread through her, she felt a comforting hand guide her head back to rest on the chair, and she allowed it. Her mind swirled with confusion, but the touches, oh, the touches, they were so familiar. The way one hand cupped her cheek, the gentle pressure of a thumb on her bottom lip, the other hand sliding down her body, teasing her still-sensitive breasts, it was all Sharan. Or was it?
 
The hand between her legs grew bolder, the rhythm of the fingers increasing, and she moaned softly, her body responding to the dual sensations of the whisky and the caress. Two sets of eyes bore into her, yet she saw only one face, the face of the man she had desired for so long. She let her eyes flutter closed once more, giving in to the illusion that it was Sharan touching her, Sharan bringing her closer to the precipice of pleasure.
 
Her mind was a haze of desire and confusion, her thoughts muddled by the alcohol. Yet, the sensations were so real, so potent that she could almost convince herself that it was indeed her brother's hand that was bringing her body to life, his lips that kissed a fiery path down her neck, his tongue that laved her hardened nipples. She arched her back, pushing her breasts further into the warmth of his mouth, her hips grinding against the hand that worked her sex with an expertise she had never felt from Sharan.
 
Ali noticed her response, the way her body melted into their touch like warm wax, and he knew they had her exactly where they wanted her. With a wicked grin, he grabbed the bottle of whisky and tilted it towards her, whispering, "Come on, baby, take a little more, let it loosen your pretty little pussy."