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

[Mohit.Kumar]

Sharan's grip on her face tightened, his thumb moving to trace the curve of her bottom lip. "You're playing with fire," he murmured, his voice a low, warning growl that sent shivers down her spine.

 

Rupa's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I like it hot," she whispered, her hand sliding down to his cock again, her grip firm and demanding. She stroked him, her movements deliberate and slow, her eyes never leaving his. The tension between them was a tangible force, a pulsing, living thing that grew stronger with every shared glance.

 

Sharan felt his resolve crumbling, his body aching for the release she offered. He couldn't help but think of the room bearer, the way he had looked at Rupa with such hunger. The thought of another man's eyes on her body, the idea that she might have given in to that desire, made his blood boil with a possessiveness that was as fierce as it was irrational. He knew he had to claim her, to remind her that she belonged to him and only him.

 

Sharan's hand slid down her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her collarbone, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. His other hand found her bare waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her closer until their bodies were a mere whisper apart. He could feel the heat of her skin, the rapid beat of her heart against his chest.

 

With a groan that was more animal than human, he yanked her closer, his mouth descending to claim one of her ripe, brown nipples. He sucked on it, his tongue flicking the sensitive peak, drawing a gasp from her. Rupa arched into him, her hand fisting in his hair, holding him to her as if she never wanted to let go. The sensation was exquisite, a blend of pleasure and pain that made her knees wobble.

 

Her hand slid down his back, her nails digging into the muscles that rippled beneath his skin. She felt the tension in him, the barely restrained power that she had unleashed, and it thrilled her.

Rupa stepped back, breaking the kiss. She took a moment to appreciate the look of hunger in her brother's eyes before she reached down to her waist, her fingers fumbling with the delicate gold ties that held her lehenga in place. With a swift motion, she loosened the skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of vibrant color. She now stood before him in nothing but her plain green panties, the stark contrast highlighting the swell of her hips and the softness of her thighs.

 

Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for the condom, her breath hitching as she tore it open. The crinkling sound of the foil seemed to echo through the room, a stark reminder of the gravity of what they were about to do. She took it out, the latex feeling cold and foreign in her hand. Her eyes never left Sharan's as she held it up between them, her heart racing with anticipation and fear.

 

He watched her, his own hand moving to cover hers, his thumb brushing against the condom. "Are you sure?" he murmured, the question laced with a need that was as potent as it was raw.

 

Rupa's smile was a seductive curve of her lips. "Of course, bhenchod," she purred. "You don't want to get me pregnant, do you?"