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

[Mohit.Kumar]

Salim's own cock strained against his pants, demanding attention. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her jaw, his thumb pressing against her chin, urging her to take Ali in deeper. The sight of her mouth stretched around his friend's cock was almost too much to bear, and he felt his own orgasm building with every bob of her head.

Ali's eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Rupa's mouth worked its magic on him. Her experience only added to the thrill, making each sensation more intense, each stroke of her tongue more intoxicating. He reached out to hold her head, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her, setting a pace that grew more frenetic with every passing second.

The room was a cocoon of sensation, the only sounds the slap of flesh against flesh and the soft moans of pleasure that escaped the men's lips. The whisky had loosened Rupa's inhibitions, but it was the power she wielded over them that truly set her free. Her hand slipped between her own thighs, her fingers finding her slick, swollen clit, and she began to rub herself in time with the bob of her head on Ali's cock.

Her eyes never left Salim's, the silent communication between them a dance of desire that transcended words. He stepped closer, his cock pressing against her cheek, and she knew what he wanted. With a soft, wet pop, she pulled away from Ali, her mouth leaving his cock with a final kiss before she turned to face Salim.

The tip of his cock brushed against her lips, leaving a trail of pre-cum that tasted salty and faintly metallic. She licked it away, her eyes never leaving his, the connection between them as potent as the whisky that still burned in her throat. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair, guiding her to take him in, to give him the same pleasure she had been giving Ali.

Her mouth was hot and wet, and she took him in with a greed that surprised even herself. The whisky had turned her into a wanton creature of passion, and she reveled in the feeling. Ali's hand found its way to her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple as she sucked and licked at Salim's length. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and she moaned around Salim's cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

Salim's eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure almost unbearable. He had never felt anything so intense, so consuming. He watched as Ali's hand moved to her other breast, his fingers pinching and rolling the tight nub of her nipple, eliciting a muffled whimper from Rupa. The sight of them touching her, claiming her, was a heady aphrodisiac, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Ali's other hand found its way down to her pussy, his fingers sliding into the slick heat she offered so freely. He watched the way she reacted to his touch, her body arching and bucking, and he knew she was close. He picked up the pace, his thumb moving in rapid circles around her clit, her cries growing louder, more insistent.

The tension in the room grew palpable, the air thick with desire as Salim and Ali brought Rupa to the brink. Her eyes never left Salim's, the connection between them a silent promise of the shared ecstasy that awaited them all. Her hand tightened around Salim's cock, her strokes becoming erratic as the orgasm built within her, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to consume her whole.

Suddenly, Rupa pushed both men away from her and crashed into the plush chair, her eyes closed. her breathing ragged.

"Wait," Salim murmured, his voice thick with concern and lust, "What's wrong, behen?"

Rupa took a deep, unsteady breath, her eyes fluttering open. She looked from one man to the other, her mind racing.

"Tumhara pyaar," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr.

Ali's eyes gleamed with lust as he took a big swig from the whisky bottle. He stepped closer to Rupa, the alcohol lending him a boldness he never knew he had. He leaned in, the scent of her arousal mixing with the smoky sweetness of the whisky, and kissed her deeply. Her mouth was soft and welcoming, her tongue playing with his as she tasted the whisky on his lips. And then, with a wicked grin, he pulled back, a mouthful of the amber liquid held in his mouth. He leaned in again, pressing his lips to hers, and spat the whisky into her open mouth.

The warmth of the whisky filled her mouth, mingling with their saliva as they shared the intoxicating kiss. It trickled down her throat, setting her body alight with a fiery passion that she had never felt before. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she swallowed, savoring the taste, the sensation of their shared decadence. Her own hand found its way to her sex, her fingers delving into the wetness that was already pooling between her thighs.

Salim watched, his cock pulsing with every stroke of her hand. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup her face, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw, his eyes searching hers for permission. Rupa leaned into his touch, her own hand guiding his to her neck, urging him to take control. He obliged, his fingers tightening just enough to make her gasp, the pressure sending a delicious thrill down her spine. He bent down, his breath hot against her skin as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the soft flesh as he worked his way down to her breasts.

Her nipples were already hard from Ali's earlier ministrations, and Salim took one into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Rupa's hand left her sex, reaching up to grip his shoulder, her nails digging in as he feasted on her. The sensation of his mouth on her skin was exquisite, the whisky making every touch more intense, more pleasurable. Ali took advantage of her distraction, his hand sliding down to replace hers, his fingers delving into her wetness once again.

Her breath hitched as Salim's teeth closed around her nipple, tugging gently. The pain was sweet, the sensation sending bolts of lightning straight to her core. Ali's fingers moved in time with her own, their movements synced in a way that was almost eerie. She felt herself getting closer, the pressure building, the heat coiling in her belly like a serpent ready to strike.

And then Ali had an idea. He pulled away, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked at Salim. Rupa opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion not able to comprehend what was happening.

"Behen, you want us to fuck you now?", Ali asked.

Rupa's eyes widened at the crude question, but the alcohol and the intense desire had made her bold. She nodded, her voice a breathy whisper. "Haan. Mujhe chodo"