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

[Mohit.Kumar]

They broke apart, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Rupa's pupils were dilated with lust, her lips red and swollen from his kisses. Sharan's chest heaved with the effort of controlling his desire, his hand still on her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. The air was thick with the scent of their passion, the room a cocoon of heat and need.

With a swift movement, he reached behind her, his hand deftly untying the knot that held her choli in place. The fabric fell away, revealing her pert, 34C breasts, the areolas dark and erect, begging for his touch. Rupa's eyes never left his as he took in the sight of her, his gaze a caress that made her skin prickle with anticipation.

Her breasts were a masterpiece, the creamy mounds perfectly rounded, the brown tips standing tall and proud, begging for his mouth. He cupped one in his hand, feeling the weight of it, the softness giving way to the firmness of her erect nipple. His thumb brushed against it, eliciting a gasp from her, and he watched with a dark thrill as it pebbled under his touch.

Sharan's gaze roved over her exposed flesh, his eyes devouring every inch of her. The sight of his sister's naked body was a heady mix of familiarity and forbidden lust, the curves and valleys that he had only ever seen hidden beneath layers of fabric now laid bare before him. His cock twitched in response.

Rupa watched him, her own desire reflected in the dark depths of his eyes. She knew he was fighting the urge to take her, to claim her in the most primal of ways, but she also knew that she had the power to make him submit. "Fuck me, bhenchod," she crooned, the words rolling off her tongue like a sweet, seductive mantra.