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

[Mohit.Kumar]

Rupa, however, seemed to be lost in a world of pure sensation. Her eyes were closed, her full, red lips stretched around his cock as she worked him with a skill that belied her years of repression. Her hand moved in tandem with her mouth, her fist tight and rhythmic, her thumb teasing the sensitive spot just below the head. She could feel him swelling in her mouth, the veins in his cock pulsing with each beat of his heart, and she knew she had him exactly where she wanted him—at her mercy.

The sound of her own moans was music to Sharan's ears as she took him deeper, her throat working around his length, her tongue swirling around the tip. The sight of his sister on her knees before him, her mouth full of his cock, was almost too much to handle. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his hips bucked involuntarily, driving himself further into her mouth.

Her cheeks hollowed as she took him in, her eyes watering slightly with the effort, but never breaking the rhythm. The wet sounds of her saliva mixing with his pre-cum filled the room, a symphony of desire that seemed to crescendo with every beat of his racing heart. Rupa's hand massaged his balls, her nails lightly grazing the sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

Sharan's breath grew ragged as he watched the erotic display before him, the sight of his sister's painted red nails contrasting with the pale flesh of her hand as she stroked him. Her eyes remained closed, her head bobbing in a silent mantra of pleasure. He could feel his orgasm building, a crescendo that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her tongue danced around the tip of his cock, the softness of it sending shivers down his spine. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving with each breath she took, her breasts straining against the damp fabric of her choli. Sharan's hand found its way to her hair, gently guiding her movements, his hips rising to meet her eager mouth. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a heady mix of love, lust, and the sweet agony of the forbidden.

Rupa felt his cock thicken in her mouth, his breathing growing more erratic. She knew he was close, could feel it in the tension that thrummed through his body, the way his hand tightened in her hair. She redoubled her efforts, her mouth moving faster, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his shaft. Her own arousal was a wet ache between her thighs.

Sharan's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers as she worked him with a fervor that was both fierce and loving. The sight of her, so devoted to his pleasure, was almost too much to bear. He could feel the heat of her breath against his skin, the way her eyes shone with a hunger that was both animalistic and tender. It was a look that spoke of a love that transcended the boundaries of brother and sister, a bond that was forged in the fires of taboo and need.

The knock on the door was like a gunshot in the quiet of the room, the sudden intrusion jolting them out of their reverie. Rupa's eyes widened in panic, her hand still wrapped around his cock, her mouth hovering just above it. She pulled away, her cheeks flushed, her breathing ragged. "What if it's my husband?" she whispered, her voice tight with fear.