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

[Mohit.Kumar]

"To us," she repeated, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to echo through the room. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his chest, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "To the best thing that's ever happened to either of us."
 
Rupa's eyes shimmered with the effects of the whisky, her pupils dilated and dark with desire. She took another swig from the bottle, the amber liquid gliding down her throat, leaving a fiery trail in its wake. Her hand found its way back to her brother's cock, her grip firm and familiar. "Let's not think about tomorrow, Sharan," she whispered, her breath warm and sweet against his ear. "Let's just live in this moment."
 
With a tipsy giggle, Rupa took another swig from the whisky bottle, her eyes never leaving Sharan's. The alcohol had loosened her inhibitions, making her bolder, more brazen.
 
The room spun around Rupa, the whisky swirling in her head like a tornado of warmth and desire. She felt bold, invincible, as if she could conquer the world. She took another swig, the bottle feeling lighter in her hand with each passing moment. "You know what I want, bhai?" she asked, her words slurring slightly.
 
Sharan's eyes followed the path of the bottle as she brought it to her lips, watching as the alcohol kissed the soft curve of her mouth, leaving a shimmering trail of moisture. "What do you want, Rupa?" he asked, his voice tight with anticipation.
 
"I'm hungry," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut as she swallowed another mouthful of whisky. "Starving, in fact."
 
Sharan's eyes snapped to hers, his own need momentarily forgotten in the face of her hunger. "What do you want to eat?"
 
Rupa's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. "Chole Bhature," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to wrap around him like a warm blanket. "My favorite."
 
Sharan felt his cock twitch at the mention of food, the sudden mundanity of it all a strange contrast to the heated passion that still simmered between them. He knew he should be disgusted, but the way she said it, the way her tongue curled around the words, made it sound like the most erotic thing he had ever heard. "Chole Bhature," he repeated, his voice thick with want. "Now?"
 
Rupa nodded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Now," she purred, taking another sip of whisky. "I want you to go out and get it for me. And when you come back..."
 
Sharan felt a thrill of excitement at her words. "When I come back?" he prompted, his eyes darkening with desire.
 
Rupa's hand slid down to cup his balls, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the fiery need that burned in her gaze. "When you come back," she said, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to wrap around him, "I want you to feed me."
 
The challenge in her eyes was clear, a dare that sent a shiver of anticipation through Sharan. He knew what she meant, the thought of watching her take his cock into her mouth while they enjoyed their meal a heady mix of taboo and desire. "I'll be back as soon as I can," he promised, his voice hoarse with need.
 
He pulled on his clothes, the fabric sticking to his damp skin, and left the hotel room, the door clicking shut behind him. The cool air of the hallway was a stark contrast to the inferno that had been kindled within him, the whispers of their shared secret echoing in his ears.
 
Sharan's thoughts were a whirlwind as he descended the stairs, the soft thud of his footsteps a muted rhythm that matched the beat of his pulse. The hotel lobby was a blur of color and sound, the clinking of glasses and the murmur of distant conversations a stark reminder of the world outside their cocoon of desire. He stepped into the bustling streets of Paharganj, the chaotic symphony of Delhi's wrapping around him like a second skin.
 
The air was thick with the aroma of spices and diesel fumes, the cacophony of honking horns and shouting street vendors a stark contrast to the hushed whispers of their passion. He weaved through the crowd, his mind racing with images of Rupa's naked body, her touch, her taste. The need to return to her was a physical ache, a hunger that gnawed at his very soul.
 
He found a street cart sizzling with hot oil and the tantalizing scent of chole bhature, the steam rising from the platter like a siren's call. He ordered quickly, his eyes never leaving the vendor's hands as they deftly scooped up the fluffy bread and doused it in the fragrant chickpea curry. His cock twitched in his pants, the thought of watching Rupa devour the food while he feasted on her body too delicious to ignore.