Incest Incestuous Family Ritual

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Few minutes later, she came to the living room wearing a tank top and the shortest skirt she owned. She settled on the multi-seater sofa next to her brother, her skirt just about covering her upper thighs. She wasn't wearing a bra; her nipples poked out through the fabric. I also suspected she may not be wearing any panties under that skirt.

I saw Ayush's eyes dart from his sister's breasts to her thighs. And then our eyes met for a brief moment. He immediately averted his eyes and focused on the TV screen and I did likewise. It was awkward for both of us, since we knew what was about to happen.

Ananya probably sensed Ayush's nervousness and placed his arm around her. As the movie continued, I kept my eyes on the screen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her rest her head on her brother's shoulder, take his hand and place it on her bare thigh. She placed her own hand on the slight bulge in his shorts.

Ayush's hand started caressing his sister's thigh while gradually inching up her skirt. Few minutes later I heard her sigh and glanced towards them. Looked like her brother's fingers had finally reached her pubic mound under the skirt.

I took this as my cue and got up, letting out a fake yawn. Both of them straightened up, withdrawing their hands to themselves. Ayush's shorts had a tent and Ananya's skirt was almost to her waist. I wished them good night and left the room. On my way out, I left the door slightly ajar, to peek through later.

I went into the bedroom and waited. After ten minutes or so, I silently tiptoed out of the bedroom back towards the living room, with a disposable paper cup in hand. I could see that the TV was still on but on mute. I remained hidden in the hallway and looked into the living room.