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

[Mohit.Kumar]

The crude words hung in the air like a dark promise, a reminder of the forbidden nature of their relationship. Sharan took the condom from her trembling hand, his own shaking slightly as he rolled it onto his erection. The latex stretched over his length, a barrier that was both necessary and maddening. He wanted to feel her bare, to claim her in a way that was as natural as breathing, but he knew the risks that came with such a reckless act.

 

He stepped closer, his hand sliding down to her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Rupa's eyes widened with anticipation, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, the fabric straining against the swell of her hips. With a swift motion, he yanked them down, revealing her neatly trimmed mound, the plump folds of her sex glistening with arousal.

 

Her eyes never left his as she sank to her knees, the plush carpet cushioning her fall. Sharan's hand remained on her neck, his grip firm, his thumb caressing the delicate skin of her throat. She looked up at him, her pupils blown with lust, her mouth a perfect 'O' of need.

 

With one swift motion, Sharan positioned himself in front of her, his condom covered cock jutting out, demanding her attention. Rupa leaned in, her breath hot against the head of his shaft, her eyes fluttering closed in anticipation. The tip of her tongue darted out, a sultry tease that made him hiss through his teeth. He watched as she took him in her mouth, her lips closing around his girth, the heat of her mouth enveloping him in a warm, wet embrace.

 

Her head bobbed up and down, her movements slow and deliberate, as she took him deeper and deeper. Sharan's eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure of her mouth on him almost too much to bear. He could feel the muscles in her throat contract as she swallowed him, her saliva coating his length, making every stroke more pleasurable. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her, setting the pace. He knew he was close, his hips bucking involuntarily as she hit that spot that made him see stars.

 

With a sudden jolt of reality, he pulled out, the need to be inside her too great to ignore any longer. He turned her around, his eyes devouring the sight of her naked back, the curve of her spine, the swell of her ass. Rupa looked over her shoulder, her eyes dark with lust, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She knew what was coming, could feel the anticipation building inside her like a storm about to break.

 

Sharan's hand slid down her back, his fingertips tracing the path from her shoulder to the base of her spine. His thumb brushed against the sensitive skin just above her ass, sending a bolt of pleasure shooting through her. Rupa moaned, arching her back, her body begging for his touch. He obliged, his hand sliding down to cup her firm cheek, his fingers squeezing gently, eliciting a whimper from her.

 

With a gentle push, he bent her , her breasts pressing into the coolness of the floor. Her breath hitched as she felt his warm breath on the back of her neck, his mouth closing over the soft skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder. She shivered, her knees almost giving out as he kissed his way down her spine, his tongue tracing the path his thumb had just taken.