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

[Mohit.Kumar]

The room bearer's heart raced in his chest, the feel of her body against his, a revelation of warmth and softness. His arms encircled her waist instinctively, pulling her closer, and for a brief moment, it was as if the entire world had ceased to exist outside the four walls of the hotel room. Sharan watched from the bed, his cock still hard and pulsing with the need for release. The sight of his sister, so brazenly flirting with the young man, was a strange mix of anger and arousal.

As Rupa pulled away from the room bearer, she held his gaze, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "Remember, if you're ever lonely," she whispered, her voice a caress that seemed to echo in the silence that followed. The young man nodded, his eyes wide with the promise of future encounters. He stepped back, his gaze lingering on her one last time before he turned and fled the room, the door closing with a soft click behind him.

Sharan stared at her, his mind racing with a tumult of emotions. "What the fuck was that?" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of disbelief and anger. "Are you trying to get us caught?"

Rupa's eyes sparkled with mischief, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Oh, come on," she said, her voice a soft purr. "It's just a little game, bhai. You know I can't resist teasing you."

Sharan's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. "It's not a game," he said, his voice a low growl. "What if he tells someone?"

Rupa shrugged, the fabric of her choli shifting with the movement, revealing the soft curve of her shoulder. "What's the worst that could happen?" she challenged, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Besides, it's not like we're going to let him in on our little secret, are we?"

Sharan's eyes narrowed, his hand clenching into a fist at his side. "This isn't a game, Rupa," he repeated, his voice a low warning growl. "This is our life we're playing with."

Rupa stepped closer to him, her breasts swaying gently with the movement. She placed a hand on his chest, her touch feather light but firm. "We're not playing, Sharan," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through him. "This is real. This is us, together."

Her hand slid downward, her fingers dancing over the bulge in his trousers. "Don't you want this?" she asked, her eyes searching his. The heat in the room was palpable, the air thick with the scent of their desire.

Sharan's breath hissed through his teeth, his body betraying the tumult of emotions that warred within him. He knew it was wrong, that they were playing with fire, but the flames of passion were too intense to ignore. His hand covered hers, his grip firm, his need too great to deny. "Always," he murmured, his voice a hoarse admission of his hunger for her.

With a knowing smile, Rupa stepped closer, her body pressing against his, her heat searing through the fabric that separated them. She reached up, her hand cupping the side of his face, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "Then let's not wait," she whispered, her eyes dark with desire.