17-02-2025, 10:09 AM
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With a naughty smile, she reached for the bottle of whisky on the nightstand, the amber liquid a beacon of comfort in the aftermath of their encounter. "Pour me a drink, bhai," she said, her voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through him.
Sharan's hand was still shaking slightly as he took the bottle, the weight of their shared secret hanging heavy in the air. He poured her a generous measure, the liquid glugging into the glass with a reassuring sound that seemed to steady his own racing heart. He handed it to her, his eyes never leaving hers, the connection between them a live wire of desire and understanding.
Rupa took a sip, the whisky burning a trail down her throat, the warmth spreading through her body like a wildfire. She let out a contented sigh, her eyes never leaving his. "This is good," she murmured, her voice a soft purr that seemed to stroke his ego.
Sharan watched as she licked her lips, the taste of him still lingering on them. He felt a strange mix of pride and disgust, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had never felt so alive, so vital, and yet the reality of what they had done weighed heavy on his conscience.
"What are we doing, Rupa?" he asked, his voice hoarse with the intensity of his emotions. "This isn't right."
Rupa took another sip of her whisky, the amber liquid warming her from the inside out. She studied him over the rim of the glass, her gaze unreadable. "Isn't it?" she murmured. "It felt pretty right to me."
Sharan felt a surge of anger mingled with lust at her words. "You know what I mean," he ground out, his hand tightening on the bottle. "We can't keep doing this, Rupa. It's wrong."
Rupa took a long, slow sip, watching him over the rim. "Why is it wrong, bhai?" she asked, her voice a soft caress. "We're consenting adults. And it feels so right."
Sharan's hand stilled on the bottle, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew she was right, that there was no logical reason why they shouldn't be together like this. But the weight of societal norms and familial expectations was a heavy burden to bear. "Because it's not natural," he said, his voice tight with tension. "Because we're brother and sister."
Rupa sat up, her breasts still flushed from their lovemaking. She took the bottle from his hand, her own steady despite the tremor in his. "Who's to say what's natural and what's not?" she asked, her voice a soft challenge. "You felt it too, didn't you?"
Sharan watched as she brought the glass to her lips, her throat working as she swallowed the whisky in one long gulp. The sight was strangely erotic, a stark contrast to the softness of her features and the delicate curve of her neck. He couldn't deny the truth in her words, the intensity of the passion that had just consumed them both. But the fear of discovery, of losing everything they had worked so hard for, was a specter that loomed large in the back of his mind.
"Rupa," he began, his voice a low rumble of need and fear, "we can't keep doing this. If someone finds out......."
Rupa set the whisky glass down with a thunk, her eyes never leaving his. "So we'll be careful," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to stroke his very soul. "We're both adults. We know what we're doing."
Sharan felt the weight of her gaze, the warmth of her body as she slid closer to him. He knew she was right, but the fear remained, a cold knot in his stomach that threatened to unravel him. "But what if..." he began, his voice trailing off.
Rupa placed a gentle finger to his lips, silencing him. "Shh," she murmured, her voice a balm to the storm of his thoughts. "We're careful, aren't we?"
Her touch sent a shiver down his spine, a reminder of the passion that had just flared between them. He couldn't deny it, they had been careful so far. But the risk was always there, a shadow lurking at the edges of their every encounter.
"But what if we get caught?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that seemed to resonate through the stillness of the room.
Rupa's eyes gleamed with mischief, her naked body a vision of temptation. "Then we'll deal with it," she said, her hand trailing over his chest as she passed. "But for now, I need to take a little leak. Why don't you join me?"
Sharan's hand was still shaking slightly as he took the bottle, the weight of their shared secret hanging heavy in the air. He poured her a generous measure, the liquid glugging into the glass with a reassuring sound that seemed to steady his own racing heart. He handed it to her, his eyes never leaving hers, the connection between them a live wire of desire and understanding.
Rupa took a sip, the whisky burning a trail down her throat, the warmth spreading through her body like a wildfire. She let out a contented sigh, her eyes never leaving his. "This is good," she murmured, her voice a soft purr that seemed to stroke his ego.
Sharan watched as she licked her lips, the taste of him still lingering on them. He felt a strange mix of pride and disgust, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had never felt so alive, so vital, and yet the reality of what they had done weighed heavy on his conscience.
"What are we doing, Rupa?" he asked, his voice hoarse with the intensity of his emotions. "This isn't right."
Rupa took another sip of her whisky, the amber liquid warming her from the inside out. She studied him over the rim of the glass, her gaze unreadable. "Isn't it?" she murmured. "It felt pretty right to me."
Sharan felt a surge of anger mingled with lust at her words. "You know what I mean," he ground out, his hand tightening on the bottle. "We can't keep doing this, Rupa. It's wrong."
Rupa took a long, slow sip, watching him over the rim. "Why is it wrong, bhai?" she asked, her voice a soft caress. "We're consenting adults. And it feels so right."
Sharan's hand stilled on the bottle, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew she was right, that there was no logical reason why they shouldn't be together like this. But the weight of societal norms and familial expectations was a heavy burden to bear. "Because it's not natural," he said, his voice tight with tension. "Because we're brother and sister."
Rupa sat up, her breasts still flushed from their lovemaking. She took the bottle from his hand, her own steady despite the tremor in his. "Who's to say what's natural and what's not?" she asked, her voice a soft challenge. "You felt it too, didn't you?"
Sharan watched as she brought the glass to her lips, her throat working as she swallowed the whisky in one long gulp. The sight was strangely erotic, a stark contrast to the softness of her features and the delicate curve of her neck. He couldn't deny the truth in her words, the intensity of the passion that had just consumed them both. But the fear of discovery, of losing everything they had worked so hard for, was a specter that loomed large in the back of his mind.
"Rupa," he began, his voice a low rumble of need and fear, "we can't keep doing this. If someone finds out......."
Rupa set the whisky glass down with a thunk, her eyes never leaving his. "So we'll be careful," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to stroke his very soul. "We're both adults. We know what we're doing."
Sharan felt the weight of her gaze, the warmth of her body as she slid closer to him. He knew she was right, but the fear remained, a cold knot in his stomach that threatened to unravel him. "But what if..." he began, his voice trailing off.
Rupa placed a gentle finger to his lips, silencing him. "Shh," she murmured, her voice a balm to the storm of his thoughts. "We're careful, aren't we?"
Her touch sent a shiver down his spine, a reminder of the passion that had just flared between them. He couldn't deny it, they had been careful so far. But the risk was always there, a shadow lurking at the edges of their every encounter.
"But what if we get caught?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that seemed to resonate through the stillness of the room.
Rupa's eyes gleamed with mischief, her naked body a vision of temptation. "Then we'll deal with it," she said, her hand trailing over his chest as she passed. "But for now, I need to take a little leak. Why don't you join me?"
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