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

[Mohit.Kumar]

Sharan's hand trembled as he took the packet from her, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation.  "What's this?" he asked, his voice hoarse with need.

Rupa's smile was like a secret shared between lovers, a knowing look that promised untold delights. "Why don't you find out?" she teased, taking a step back to give him space to open it.

With trembling fingers, Sharan ripped open the packet to reveal a five-pack set of Kohinoor ribbed condoms. The sight of them sent a thrill through his body, a physical manifestation of the illicit pleasure they were about to share. The box was a stark red, the color of passion, with gold embossed lettering that glinted in the dim light of the room. The condoms inside were a sleek black, the ribbing a tantalizing promise of the sensations to come.

He took one out, the latex feeling cool and slightly sticky in his hand. Rupa's eyes followed the movement, her own desire ramping up a notch at the sight of the condom. "You know," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to dance along his spine, "those ribs are for my pleasure."

Without a word, Sharan's hands went to his shirt, the fabric sticking to his sweat-dampened skin. He yanked it over his head with a ferocity that sent buttons flying, his eyes never leaving hers. The air in the room was charged with a tension that could have powered the entire city, the anticipation a living entity that pulsed between them.

With a swiftness that defied his earlier hesitation, Sharan stepped out of his pants, kicking them aside. His boxers were next, the elastic snapping against his thighs as he yanked them down. His cock sprang free, standing tall and proud, a testament to his arousal. The cool air of the hotel room kissed his bare flesh, sending a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the temperature.

He approached Rupa with a predatory stride, his eyes dark with a hunger that could no longer be contained. He grabbed her by the neck, his grip firm but not painful, and pulled her in for a kiss that was as brutal as it was passionate. Her eyes went wide with surprise, then fluttered shut as she melted into him, her body responding to the primal demand of his touch. His teeth grazed her bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from her, and he took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss, his tongue delving into the warm cavern of her mouth.

The taste of her was a drug, a heady cocktail of sweetness and fire that made his senses swim. Her hands came up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she pressed herself against him, her breasts flattening against his chest. The fabric of her choli was damp with her desire, the red of the fabric stark against the pallor of her skin. He felt her pulse racing under his fingertips, a silent confession of her need for him.

The kiss grew more brutal, their teeth clashing, tongues dueling as if in battle. Each breath was a shared gasp of need, their mouths devouring each other in a frenzy of passion that seemed to consume them both. Rupa's hand slid down to his waist, her fingers tracing the muscles of his stomach before sliding lower, her grip tightening around his cock. She stroked him, her touch featherlight, her movements deliberate and slow, driving him to the edge of madness.

Sharan groaned, his grip on her neck tightening slightly, his other hand reaching up to cup her face, angling it so he could deepen the kiss even further. His thumb brushed against the soft skin of her cheek, his calloused touch a stark contrast to the silkiness of her flesh. Her pulse hammered under his touch, the beat matching the erratic rhythm of his own heart. He could feel her breath hitch in her chest, her body responding to his every touch.

Her hand on his cock grew bolder, her strokes longer and more deliberate, her thumb circling the swollen head with a touch that was both tender and maddening. He knew she was teasing him, pushing him closer to the edge, and he reveled in it. The feel of her skin, her scent, the way her body melded to his, it was all a symphony of sensation that played havoc with his senses. He wanted to devour her, to claim her in a way that would leave no doubt in anyone's mind that she was his.