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

[Mohit.Kumar]

Rupa took another swig from the whisky bottle, the fiery liquid a welcome warmth as it slid down her throat. The room spun slightly, the walls closing in around her like a lover's embrace. She knew she was playing with fire, but the thrill of it all was too intoxicating to resist. She set the bottle down on the nightstand, the clink of glass a sharp contrast to the silence that had once again descended upon the room.
 
The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, a heady perfume that seemed to beckon her back to the warmth and safety of the mattress. Her hand strayed to her bare chest, her thumb tracing the line of her erect nipple, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
 
With a shiver, Rupa took another swig from the whisky bottle, the amber liquid caressing her throat with its fiery embrace. The room spun a little faster, the edges of her vision blurring with the potent warmth of the alcohol. She felt a strange sense of power, a heady mix of the whisky and the illicitness of their encounter.
 
The whisky bottle lay on the bedside table, a silent sentinel to the passion that had so recently consumed them. Rupa's naked body was sprawled out on the bed, her limbs thrown carelessly across the tangled sheets, her chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. The room was still, the only sound the faint rustle of fabric against skin as she shifted in her dreams.
 
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the hotel, Prem the room bearer was in the middle of a hushed conversation with a young room boy named Salim. They were in a cramped, dimly lit corridor, the walls lined with identical doors that held secrets of countless guests. Prem leaned against the wall, his eyes half-closed as he recounted the events of the evening with a leer that spoke of illicit excitement.
 
"You won't believe what I just saw," he whispered, his eyes glinting with a mix of envy and disbelief. "The saheb in Room No 403, he's got himself a real classy one tonight."
 
Salim leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued. "Classy?" he echoed, his voice a low murmur.
 
Prem nodded, his eyes glinting with excitement. "A real X-rated scene," he whispered, his voice thick with innuendo. "The kind you only get to read about in those cheap novels they sell on the street."
 
Salim's eyes widened, his young face flushing with curiosity. "What happened?"
 
"Arre yaar", he said "Sharan saab ordered drinks, And the Memsab asked me to get a packet of condoms"
 
Salim's eyes widened, his mouth dropping open slightly. "Condoms? For real?"
 
Prem chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, it's more than just condoms," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I saw the way she looked at him. It was like she wanted to eat him alive."
 
Salim leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued. "What did she do?"
 
Prem's grin grew wider, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "When I got there, she was all over him, like a cat in heat." He paused for effect, savoring the moment. "And when I handed her the condoms, she didn't even bother to hide it. She just took them and looked me straight in the eye." His eyes glinted with the thrill of the encounter. "Then she did something that made me think I'd walked into a Bollywood movie set."
 
Salim's eyes were as round as the silver coins he'd been dreaming of finding. "What did she do?"
 
Prem leaned in closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "When I handed her the condoms, she didn't just take them." He paused, savoring the moment. "She hugged me, right there in front of Sharan saab." His voice grew softer, the words a caress. "Her breasts, they pressed into me, all soft and... and... I could feel them, man. They were like two ripe melons, just waiting to be squeezed."
 
Salim's eyes were as big as saucers, his mouth agape. "She hugged you?"
 
Prem nodded, his chest puffing out slightly. "And kissed me," he said, his voice low and gruff. "A peck on the cheek, but still." He leaned back against the wall, a smug smile playing on his lips. "It was like she didn't care who saw, like she was marking her territory or something."
 
"Who the fuck is she?", Salim asked.
 
Prem's grin grew wider. "Just some randi he picked up from the market, I reckon."
 
Salim's jaw dropped. "Randi? Are you sure, bhai?"
 
Prem winked, his eyes gleaming with the gossip. "As sure as my cock gets hard every time I think about it." He paused, letting the implication sink in. "The way she talked, so crass, so... cheap." He mimicked Rupa's voice, using a crude Hindi slang for a prostitute. "And the way she looked at me, as if I was the one who'd be paying her for the night."
 
Salim's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the possibilities. "What did Sharan saab do?"
 
Prem's smug grin grew wider. "He just sat there, watching us, his cock probably as hard as a rock." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It's like he was waiting for his turn."
 
Salim's mind raced with the salacious details, his imagination running wild with the possibilities. He glanced at the clock on the wall, noting the time with a flicker of excitement. "I'm supposed to go to Room No 403 for turndown service soon," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation.
 
Prem clapped him on the back, his grin widening. "You're in for a treat, my friend," he said, his voice low and knowing. "Just don't let it get to you. They're just playing games."
 
Salim nodded, trying to process the information. He had seen all sorts of things in his time at the hotel, but never had he witnessed something quite so..... personal. It was as if he had been granted a glimpse into a forbidden world, one that both repulsed and fascinated him in equal measure.
 
As he straightened his uniform, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in Sharan's shoes. To have a woman like that, so hungry and willing, it was the stuff of legend. He adjusted his own growing erection, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement that made his cheeks burn.