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

[Mohit.Kumar]

Salim watched as Sharan disappeared down the stairs, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the quiet hallway. He knew he should go back to work, but his curiosity was piqued. He found himself walking towards Room No 403, his heart racing with the anticipation of what he might find. He knew it was wrong, that he should just do his job and forget about it, but the allure was too great to resist.
 
He reached the door, his hand hovering over the knob. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what might be on the other side. The handle turned easily under his touch, the door swinging open with a soft creak that seemed to echo in the empty corridor. The room beyond was dimly lit, the curtains drawn tight to keep out the prying eyes of the world.
 
Salim's heart hammered in his chest as he stepped into the room, the scent of sex and whisky hitting him like a wall. The sight that met his eyes was like something out of a dream, or perhaps a nightmare. Rupa lay sprawled across the bed, her naked body bathed in the flickering glow of the TV that played some forgotten Bollywood melodrama. She was snoring softly, the whisky bottle lying next to her on the pillow, a silent sentinel to her inebriation.
 
Her skin was a canvas of desire, a landscape of shadows and light, her curves a testament to the beauty of the female form. Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, the nipples still hard from the cold air that kissed them, the softness of her stomach a stark contrast to the tightness of her waist. Her legs were splayed open, one knee bent, revealing the soft, pink folds of her sex, glistening with the evidence of her recent pleasure.
 
The whisky bottle lay empty beside her, a symbol of the reckless abandon that had fueled their encounter. The bed was a mess of tangled sheets and discarded clothes, a battleground of passion and lust. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking, a heady mix of sweat, alcohol, and something indefinably primal.
 
Salim's eyes lingered on Rupa's form, his young body responding with a surge of desire that was both thrilling and terrifying. He had never seen a woman like this, so openly displayed, so unabashedly sexual. His heart raced, his cock straining against the fabric of his uniform pants, begging for release. He knew he should leave, that this was wrong on so many levels, but he couldn't tear himself away.
 
Then, a new thought occurred to him. He had a friend, Ali, who was just as eager and curious as he was, who had often talked about the wild stories he'd heard from guests, the things that went on behind closed doors in the hotel. The idea was risky, but oh so tempting. He could imagine the look on Ali's face when he described this scene in vivid detail. The thrill of sharing such a juicy secret with his closest confidant was too much to resist.
 
Salim pulled out his phone, his thumbs moving deftly over the screen as he sent a message to Ali. "You won't believe what's happening in 403," he typed, his heart racing. "Get your ass up here now." He waited, his anticipation building with every second that ticked by. Finally, the message notification dinged back, the little bubble popping up with Ali's response. "On my way," it read.
 
The room felt smaller, the air more charged with each passing moment. Rupa's naked body was a silent invitation, that whispered sweet nothings of illicit pleasure into the quietude. Salim's eyes roamed over her, his gaze lingering on the dark patch of hair that crowned her sex, the softness of her inner thighs. He felt a strange mix of excitement and fear, knowing that what he was about to do could cost him his job, his friendship, everything he had ever known.
 
With a trembling hand, he reached out, his fingertips brushing against the softness of her skin. The contact sent a jolt through him, as if he had just stuck his hand into a live electrical socket. He traced the curve of her waist, the indentation of her navel, the softness of her belly. Her skin was like velvet under his touch, warm and responsive, and he couldn't help but wonder if she knew, if she felt the tremble of his hand, the racing of his heart.
 
The door to the room opened, and Ali slipped in, his eyes wide with anticipation. He took in the scene before him, his eyes lingering on Rupa's naked form before flicking over to Salim's face, his expression one of shock and awe. "What the fuck, man?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with excitement.
 
Salim smirked, his hand still resting on Rupa's warm skin. "You wanted a story," he murmured. "Well, here it is."
 
Ali's eyes widened further, his mouth forming an 'O' of shock that slowly transformed into a lecherous grin. He tiptoed closer, the excitement palpable in the air as he took in the erotic tableau before him. Rupa remained oblivious, a soft snore escaping her parted lips as the two men hovered over her like vultures over a carcass.
 
"Kaun hai yeh haramzadi?" Ali hissed in hindi, his voice thick with lust.
 
Salim leaned in closer, his breath hot on Ali's ear. "Randi hai, yaar. Sharaan saab ke liye bheja thi." His words painted a vivid picture of a woman paid for pleasure, and Ali's cock twitched in his pants at the thought.
 
With a nod of understanding, Ali approached the sleeping beauty, his eyes glinting with mischief. He kneeled beside the bed, his eyes locked onto the delicate curve of her breast that rose and fell with her shallow breaths. His hand hovered over her for a moment, savoring the anticipation, before finally making contact. His fingertips grazed the firmness of her nipple, sending a thrill of excitement through his body. It was like touching a live wire, the sensation electrifying his very soul. He watched as it pebbled under his touch, the areola puckering into a tight bud.
 
Rupa stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips as she rolled onto her side, exposing the fullness of her other breast. Ali felt his cock thicken in his pants, his heart thundering in his chest like a drum. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, touching this beautiful woman who lay unconscious before him. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin, and took her nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Her body reacted to his touch, arching into him, but she remained asleep, lost in the oblivion of a drunken slumber.
 
The sweet taste of her skin filled his mouth, the scent of her arousal mingling with the faint aroma of alcohol and perfume. It was intoxicating, and Ali felt his inhibitions slipping away like sand through an hourglass. His hand traveled down her body, over the smooth plane of her stomach, and came to rest between her legs. The warmth radiating from her core was like a siren's call, beckoning him to explore further. He parted her folds gently, his thumb circling the swollen nub of her clit, feeling it pulse with the same rhythm as his own heart.
 
Her legs fell open slightly, and he took that as an invitation to delve deeper. His index finger slid into her wetness, her body accepting him with a soft, welcoming sigh. The velvety embrace of her sex was unlike anything he had ever felt, and he moaned against her skin, his breath hitching in his throat. He pumped his finger in and out, the sound of wetness filling the room, mingling with the gentle rustle of the bed sheets. Rupa's body responded to his touch, her hips rocking imperceptibly against him, urging him on.
 
Salim watched with rapt attention, his hand now clutching the bulge in his pants, his own desires mirrored in Ali's actions. He reached out with his free hand, brushing back a lock of hair from Rupa's forehead, tucking it behind her ear. The tender gesture was at odds with the depraved act they were committing, but it felt right somehow, as if they were worshipping a deity of carnality. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, the pad of his finger grazing the corner of her mouth. He watched as her plush lower lip parted, revealing a hint of pink tongue. He leaned in, his cock straining against his pants, and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring the warm cavern of her mouth.