17-04-2026, 05:16 PM
Their tongues finally met, tentative at first, hers darting out shyly, soft and velvety like the smoothest silk.
Rohan's was bolder, bolder, coiling around it in a slow, sensual dance.
He tasted her fully now, the candy-sweet tang of her mouth, a hint of spice from the samosas lingering on her breath, and that addictive, musky undertone of arousal blooming between them.
She was honeyed nectar, warm and yielding, her tongue trembling as it explored his in return, flicking, tasting his saltier flavor, the faint bitterness of his own lassi-laced saliva, masculine and heady.
The kiss deepened into something primal, sloppy with newfound hunger.
Tongues tangled in wet, swirling thrusts, hers retreating playfully only for him to chase, sucking it deep into his mouth where he could ravage it fully, lips sealed tight around hers.
He alternated, taking her entire mouth now, lips bruised and swollen from his possession, tongues sliding in rhythmic glides that mimicked more intimate rhythms.
Saliva trailed from the corners of their mouths, dripping down her chin as she moaned into his mouth, faint at first, then desperate, her body arching instinctively.
Fear and ecstasy warred in her soul, This is my brother, god, his tongue feels so good inside me, filling my mouth like I wish he'd fill... no, stop thinking that. But at her age of 18, she couldn't; the erotic suction, the lewd wet sounds filling the room, had her grinding subtly against the sofa, clit throbbing.
They devoured each other for what felt like eternity, a full three minutes of unbroken, sensuous worship.
Rohan's free hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her steady as he tilted her head for deeper access, tongue plunging in teasing strokes that made her gasp and suckle back greedily.
Emotions crashed like waves, his possessive awe (finally tasting her, my perfect little sister).
Her guilty surrender (wrong but so right, I need more of my brother).
Strings of thick saliva connected their lips when they finally pulled back, panting, lips shiny and reddened, chins slick.
"Wow," Rohan rasped, eyes dark with lust, staring at her swollen mouth like it was his new addiction. "Your tongue's so soft, so sweet, like candy melting on mine. Did it feel good? Tell me."
She nodded shyly, cheeks flaming, nipples straining visibly against her shirt, betraying her arousal. "Yeah... really good. Too good. My heart's pounding like crazy, Rohan. But we have to stop now."
Rohan's was bolder, bolder, coiling around it in a slow, sensual dance.
He tasted her fully now, the candy-sweet tang of her mouth, a hint of spice from the samosas lingering on her breath, and that addictive, musky undertone of arousal blooming between them.
She was honeyed nectar, warm and yielding, her tongue trembling as it explored his in return, flicking, tasting his saltier flavor, the faint bitterness of his own lassi-laced saliva, masculine and heady.
The kiss deepened into something primal, sloppy with newfound hunger.
Tongues tangled in wet, swirling thrusts, hers retreating playfully only for him to chase, sucking it deep into his mouth where he could ravage it fully, lips sealed tight around hers.
He alternated, taking her entire mouth now, lips bruised and swollen from his possession, tongues sliding in rhythmic glides that mimicked more intimate rhythms.
Saliva trailed from the corners of their mouths, dripping down her chin as she moaned into his mouth, faint at first, then desperate, her body arching instinctively.
Fear and ecstasy warred in her soul, This is my brother, god, his tongue feels so good inside me, filling my mouth like I wish he'd fill... no, stop thinking that. But at her age of 18, she couldn't; the erotic suction, the lewd wet sounds filling the room, had her grinding subtly against the sofa, clit throbbing.
They devoured each other for what felt like eternity, a full three minutes of unbroken, sensuous worship.
Rohan's free hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her steady as he tilted her head for deeper access, tongue plunging in teasing strokes that made her gasp and suckle back greedily.
Emotions crashed like waves, his possessive awe (finally tasting her, my perfect little sister).
Her guilty surrender (wrong but so right, I need more of my brother).
Strings of thick saliva connected their lips when they finally pulled back, panting, lips shiny and reddened, chins slick.
"Wow," Rohan rasped, eyes dark with lust, staring at her swollen mouth like it was his new addiction. "Your tongue's so soft, so sweet, like candy melting on mine. Did it feel good? Tell me."
She nodded shyly, cheeks flaming, nipples straining visibly against her shirt, betraying her arousal. "Yeah... really good. Too good. My heart's pounding like crazy, Rohan. But we have to stop now."
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