Incest Amit, Asha and Malavika

[anidam]

1 - 2

The icy wind whistled through the gaps in the wooden cabin's window, sending shivers down Amit's spine as he fumbled with the laptop on the low coffee table. A flickering fire in the stone hearth cast eerie shadows on the walls, its warmth barely reaching the siblings and their cousin huddled under a thick woolen blanket.

"Ugh, it's freezing here!" Asha complained, her teeth chattering as she clung to Malavika, seeking warmth from their shared body heat.

"Relax, Asha," Amit said, his deep voice betraying a hint of annoyance. "I'll find something entertaining for us to watch. It should help distract us from the cold."

Amit couldn't deny that he was feeling the chill too. He'd suggested this hill station trip as a way for the three of them to bond and unwind after their hectic lives: him, with his exhausting job, and Asha and Malavika, with their college coursework. The cabin itself was quaint and cozy, but the relentless cold was undoubtedly taking its toll on them all.

"Ooh, how about a horror movie?" Malavika suggested, her eyes lighting up with mischief. "It'll get our blood pumping!"

"Or give us nightmares and make it impossible to sleep," Amit retorted, shooting her a disapproving glance. He didn't want to let Malavika's antics ruin their peaceful family vacation. She did have a knack for pushing boundaries, after all.

"Fine, fine," Malavika conceded, rolling her eyes. "You pick something then, Mr. Responsible."

As Amit scrolled through the available movies on the streaming platform, he could feel the weight of both girls leaning against his sides, their breathing slow and even. He knew they were counting on him to choose something enjoyable, and he wanted nothing more than to ensure their happiness. It was moments like these that reminded him of the strong bond they shared, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Alright, how about this one?" Amit finally said, clicking on a comedy film. He glanced at Asha and Malavika, seeking their approval.

"Sounds good to me," Asha replied with a smile, her cheeks flushed from the cold.

"Sure, why not?" Malavika agreed, though Amit could tell she was still secretly plotting some mischief. He decided to let it go for now, focusing instead on the feeling of warmth and camaraderie as they snuggled close under the blanket, eyes glued to the screen, hoping that laughter would soon fill the chilly cabin and ease the biting cold.

3 - 4

A few minutes into the movie, Amit noticed Malavika's eyes glazing over with boredom. He couldn't help but think that perhaps he had chosen the wrong film, but it was too late to change it now. The flickering firelight from the fireplace cast eerie shadows across their faces, and the wind howled outside the cabin as if in agreement with Malavika's dissatisfaction.

"Ugh, Amit Bhaiya, this is so boring," Malavika complained, her voice barely a whisper above the sound of the movie. "Kuch aur chalao na."

"Like what?" Amit asked, his brows furrowing in concentration as he tried to come up with an alternative that would please both Asha and Malavika.

"Apna porn collection dikhao," Malavika suggested, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

Amit felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, and he noticed Asha blushing fiercely beside him. Clearly, they hadn't expected Malavika to take things in that direction. Amit's mind raced, searching for an appropriate response, but words failed him.

"Sharmao mat tum dono," Malavika taunted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just show your A movies collection."

"Malavika, that's not appropriate," Amit finally managed to say, trying to maintain his composure. He couldn't believe she would suggest such a thing, especially considering they were all family. Amit glanced at Asha, who seemed to be holding her breath, waiting for his next move.

"Relax, Amit Bhaiya, I'm just joking," Malavika said dismissively, though Amit wasn't entirely convinced. He knew her well enough to understand that there was always a kernel of truth hidden behind her playful teasing.

"Let's just watch something else," Asha suggested quietly, attempting to diffuse the tension. Her fingers fiddled nervously with the edge of the thick woolen blanket that covered them all.

"Fine, I'll choose another movie," Amit agreed, relieved that Asha had intervened. As he scrolled through the options, his thoughts kept drifting back to Malavika's provocative suggestion. He couldn't help but wonder what had prompted her to say such a thing, and whether she truly meant it as a joke or if there was something more behind her words.

"Here," Amit said finally, selecting a sci-fi action film that he hoped would please everyone. "Let's give this one a try."

"Sounds good," Asha replied, leaning against him for warmth and support. Malavika nodded in agreement, her eyes alight with an unspoken challenge.

As the new movie began, Amit couldn't shake the feeling that Malavika's earlier comment had shifted the dynamic between them. Though the night wore on, and the wind continued to howl outside, he knew he wouldn't soon forget the moment when their cozy family gathering had teetered on the brink of something far more complicated.

5 - 6

Amit felt his heart race as Malavika clicked on a video with a provocative thumbnail. He'd tried to dissuade her, but she'd been insistent. As the explicit scenes began to play on the laptop screen, Amit glanced nervously at Asha, who seemed equally uncomfortable. The flickering images cast strange shadows on the walls of their hill station cabin, adding to the growing unease.

"Malavika," Amit whispered through clenched teeth, "ye band karo, please."

"Arre, thoda dekhne do na," Malavika retorted, her eyes glued to the screen. Amit couldn't help but notice the flush creeping up her cheeks and neck. He shifted uncomfortably under the warm blanket, feeling heat spread throughout his body despite the cold air outside.

"Guys, this is really weird," Asha muttered, her voice barely audible above the sounds coming from the laptop. Both Amit and Malavika turned to look at her, their gazes heavy with unspoken tension.

"Fine," Malavika sighed, pausing the video. She sat up and slowly removed her t-shirt and jeans, revealing her toned body in the dim light. Before Amit could react, she leaned over and pressed her lips against his, catching him off guard. Asha let out a small gasp, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

"Kya hua, Asha?" Malavika teased, breaking away from Amit's stunned embrace. "Chalo, maine dare diya hai... sab ek saath kapde utarenge, blanket ke andar."

"Malavika, ye sahi nahi hai," Amit protested weakly, his mind reeling from her unexpected kiss. What was happening? Why was she doing this?

"Relax, Bhaiya! It's just a game," Malavika said, her voice dripping with mischief. But Amit couldn't help but think there was something more behind her words - a challenge, perhaps, or a desperate attempt to push the boundaries of their relationship.

As they sat there, huddled together under the blanket, Amit felt as if he were teetering on the edge of a precipice. One false move, and everything could come crashing down.

7 - 8

Asha's heart raced as she shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "Nahi, Malavika, main nahi kar sakti." Her eyes darted nervously between Amit and Malavika, the air thick with anxiety.

Amit's thoughts whirled in confusion, torn between his desire to protect Asha and the undeniable thrill of the unknown. He swallowed hard, trying to regain control over his emotions.

"Chalo, koi baat nahi," Malavika said with a devilish grin. She reached for her phone, turning on the flashlight and illuminating their faces beneath the blanket. The sudden brightness made Amit squint, but it also revealed the determination in Malavika's eyes. With a swift, almost defiant motion, she removed her undergarments, leaving her completely exposed.

"Malavika!" Amit breathed, his pulse quickening at the sight of her naked form. The temptation was too much to resist, and he hastily removed his own clothes, feeling both exhilarated and ashamed. Beside him, Asha blushed furiously, unable to tear her gaze away from her cousin's body.

"Sharmao mat," Malavika admonished gently, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Apne bhai ko apna sharir dikhane mein... kuch galat nahi hai." She reached out and took Asha's trembling hand in hers, guiding it to the hem of her dress.

"Malavika, please..." Amit whispered, torn between guilt and excitement. Was this really happening? How had they gone from watching movies to this?

"Trust me, Bhaiya," she murmured, her voice soft and persuasive. "Yeh sab ek game hai... just for fun."

"Fun" seemed like a strange word for what was happening, but Amit couldn't stop himself from watching as Malavika helped Asha undress. His sister's flushed cheeks and downcast eyes made his heart ache, but he couldn't look away.

"Ye sahi nahi hai," he thought, his conscience warring with his desire. "But... it's just a game, right?" He tried to convince himself, even as his body betrayed him, drawn to the forbidden intimacy unfolding before him.

As Malavika removed the last of Asha's clothing, Amit knew that there was no turning back. They had crossed a line, and there would be no going back to the innocence of before. And yet, in the shadows beneath the blanket, they were bound together by something far more powerful than fear or guilt – the unspoken understanding that, in this moment, they had given each other a glimpse into their deepest, darkest desires.

9 - 10

The dim light from the mobile torch flickered, casting eerie shadows on their exposed forms beneath the blanket. Amit felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead, his heart pounding as he tried to make sense of the situation. What had begun as an innocent vacation had now spiraled into something entirely different.

"Relax, guys," Malavika said softly, her eyes locked with Asha's. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against Asha's, initiating a smooch that left Amit's mouth agape. He couldn't tear his eyes away, even though he desperately wanted to look elsewhere.

"Umm... Malavika..." Asha murmured, her cheeks flushing even more as Malavika moved down to suckle at her breasts. The soft moans escaping Asha's mouth sent shivers down Amit's spine, and he clutched at the blanket, trying to ground himself in reality.

"Should I stop them?" Amit wondered, torn between his desire and the knowledge that what was happening was wrong. But before he could make up his mind, Malavika took his hand and guided it to his sister's body.

"Let yourself go, Bhaiya," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "We're just exploring."

Asha's soft gasps grew louder as Malavika began to pleasure her, one hand teasing her folds while the other reached for Amit. He tensed, unprepared for the sensation of Malavika's lips around him, followed by her finger slipping inside him.

"Uhh... Malavika... yeh kya ho raha hai?" Amit groaned, feeling a mix of pleasure and confusion. He looked over at Asha, whose eyes were closed in ecstasy, and felt a pang of guilt mixed with excitement.

"Enjoy the moment, Amit," Malavika purred between her actions, her eyes shining with mischief. "This is just a taste of what we can share."

"Is this really happening?" Amit wondered, his body betraying him as he succumbed to the pleasure. His mind raced, trying to make sense of his feelings and the taboo situation they found themselves in. As he watched Malavika continue to pleasure both him and Asha, he knew that there was no turning back. They had crossed a line, and their lives would never be the same again.

"God, help me," he thought, even as he allowed himself to be swept away by the intensity of the moment, the forbidden desire consuming them all.

11 - 12

"Come on, Amit," Malavika prodded teasingly, her breath hot and heavy on his neck as she finished pleasuring him. "Who do you want to fuck tonight?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and Amit could feel his face burn with embarrassment.

"Malavika... yeh sab kya ho raha hai? Yeh galat hai," Amit stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Relax, Bhaiya," Malavika said as she pulled Asha closer to her, making her sit in her lap. Her hands gently cupped Asha's breasts, kneading them softly as she leaned in for a passionate kiss. Asha's cheeks flushed bright red at the intimate touch, and she turned her gaze downward, unable to meet her brother's eyes.

"See, Amit?" Malavika purred, her fingers deftly parting Asha's tender folds. "Isn't your sister's pussy beautiful?"

"Malavika, please..." Amit pleaded, his heart racing as he looked upon Asha's most intimate part. He couldn't deny its allure, but the idea of touching his own sister in such a way felt utterly wrong. Yet, seeing Malavika confidently expose Asha's body stirred something primal within him, a desire he couldn't ignore.

"Look, Amit Bhaiya, both of these holes are yours for the taking tonight," Malavika declared, spreading Asha's cheeks to reveal her enticing rear entrance. Amit swallowed hard, torn between the conflicting emotions raging inside him.

"Should I even be considering this?" Amit thought, his mind grappling with the taboo situation unfolding before him. "What would our parents think if they knew? But... it's so... tempting."

As the three of them sat there under the blanket, bathed in the faint glow of the mobile torch, Amit realized that there was no turning back. The line had been crossed, and what they were about to do would change their relationship forever.

"God, help us," Amit prayed silently, even as he allowed himself to be swept up in the torrent of forbidden desire that threatened to drown them all.

13 - 14

Asha, overwhelmed with embarrassment, buried her face in Malavika's soft breasts as if searching for refuge from the intensity of the situation. Her warm breath against Malavika's skin made the older girl shiver.

"Stop hiding, sweetie," Malavika whispered into Asha's ear, a mischievous smile on her lips. She took Amit's head in her hands and guided it towards Asha's wetness. "Now, Amit, I want you to taste your sister."

As Amit hesitated for a moment, he thought, "I can't believe this is happening." But then, his tongue tentatively met Asha's delicate folds, and the intense flavor of her arousal washed over him. He began to explore her depths with fervor, earning a gasp from Asha.

"Ah! Oh, Bhaiya..." Asha moaned, her voice muffled by Malavika's chest. The combination of shame and pleasure left her weak and trembling, unable to resist the sensations coursing through her body.

"Good job, Amit," Malavika praised, watching her cousin devour their younger sibling. "Now, don't forget about her cute little ass, too."

"Malavika... isn't this enough?" Amit wondered, his thoughts racing between desire and guilt. Yet, he couldn't help but obey, his tongue tracing circles around Asha's tight entrance.

"Ugh, stop teasing me, Bhaiya!" Asha whimpered, torn between wanting more and fearing the consequences of their actions.

"Patience, darling," Malavika cooed, stroking Amit's erection. "We're just getting started." She lowered her mouth onto Amit, her lips wrapping around his throbbing length while her fingers maintained a steady rhythm.

"God, what am I doing?" Amit questioned himself internally, his mind going haywire as he lost himself to the pleasure of the moment. He knew that their lives would never be the same after this, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to stop.

15 - 16

"Today, I'm going to witness the love between a brother and sister," Malavika declared with a wicked grin, winking at Asha. Asha's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she looked away, unable to meet her cousin's gaze.

"Malavika, please... I can't do this," Amit protested, his voice barely above a whisper. Shame gnawed at him, but Malavika was relentless.

"Look, Amit Bhaiya, I know you've always wanted me," she whispered seductively into his ear. "But if you want to have me, you'll have to take care of your sister first."

Asha lay down silently, her eyes fixed on Amit with a mix of vulnerability and desire. He couldn't help but be drawn in by the sight of her youthful beauty. As Malavika took hold of Amit's erection and guided it towards Asha, his heart raced with anticipation and fear.

"Uff, Bhaiya, be gentle..." Asha pleaded, her voice quivering. Hearing her call him 'Bhaiya' in such a context sent a jolt of electricity through Amit's body.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his own voice trembling as he hesitated, looking at Asha's anxious expression. He could see the conflicting emotions battling within her, just as they were within him.

"Please, Amit... for me," Malavika insisted, her hand still holding him firmly. She made the decision for them all, pushing him forward until he could feel the warmth of Asha's body against his.

"Okay," Amit conceded, his breath hitching as he tried to steady himself. He knew that there would be no turning back from this moment, and that their lives would be changed forever.

"Let's make this a night to remember," Malavika murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she watched the intimate scene unfolding before her.

17 - 18

As Amit's eyes locked with Asha's, he couldn't help but be filled with an overwhelming love for his sister. Giving in to the moment, he began to move within her, each thrust bringing forth a symphony of moans and gasps from both of them. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, heightened by the forbidden nature of their union.

"See, Bhaiya? Isn't this amazing?" Asha panted, her cheeks flushed with pleasure as she met her brother's movements eagerly.

Amit could only nod, unable to find words to describe the torrent of emotions that coursed through him. Meanwhile, Malavika had been busy retrieving a tub of Vaseline from her bag. Her fingers danced over the cool, slippery substance as she approached Asha, a wicked grin playing on her lips.

"Alright, now let's try something else," Malavika whispered, applying a generous amount of Vaseline to Asha's other entrance. "Amit, I want you to experience every part of your sister tonight."

Asha's eyes widened in shock, and she shook her head vigorously. "No, no... I can't do that," she stammered, her fear palpable. Amit too felt his confusion mounting, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected turn of events.

"Trust me, Asha," Malavika cooed into her ear, her voice soothing yet persuasive. "Every girl deserves to have her virginity taken in both ways. And who better than your own loving brother to do it?"

Despite her initial reluctance, Asha seemed to consider Malavika's words, her expression softening as she glanced back at Amit. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, torn between his desire to please Malavika and his innate protectiveness towards Asha.

"Relax, little sister," Malavika continued, stroking Asha's hair reassuringly. "Amit will take good care of you, I promise. He'll make you feel incredible."

Amit looked deep into Asha's eyes, seeking her unspoken consent. As he saw a flicker of trust and surrender within them, he knew that they had crossed a point of no return. Together, they would brave this uncharted territory, guided by the flames of passion and curiosity that burned brightly within them all.

19 - 20

Gingerly, Amit began to push himself into Asha's other entrance. Her sharp intake of breath and the way her body tensed up under him made him hesitate. He didn't want to hurt his sister, but Malavika's encouraging grin urged him to continue.

"Shh, it's okay, Asha," he whispered softly, stroking her hair as he proceeded slowly, giving her time to adjust to the new sensation. "Just take deep breaths. I'll be gentle."

Asha bit her lip and nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. As Amit gradually penetrated deeper, she let out a shaky exhale that seemed to ease some of the tension in her body.

"See? You're doing great, behan" Malavika praised from her position beside them, phone in hand as she recorded the intimate moment. "You two look so beautiful together like this."

Amit couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at Malavika's words, even as guilt gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. This was wrong on so many levels, but the heat of the moment had swept them all away, leaving only raw desire in its wake.

As they continued, Amit found himself becoming more confident, picking up the pace as he moved within Asha. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the small room, and he knew that despite her initial reluctance, she was enjoying their newfound closeness as much as he was.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Amit released himself inside Asha, his body trembling from the intensity of the climax. His breathing came in ragged gasps, and he gently pulled out of her, their mingled fluids serving as evidence of their forbidden union.

"Wow, bhaiya... you were amazing." Malavika grinned wickedly as she approached Amit, her phone still capturing every detail of the aftermath. "But there's one more thing I want from you."

"Wh-what's that?" Amit stammered, still trying to catch his breath.

"Raksha Bandhan is just a few days away," Malavika whispered in his ear, her voice sultry and teasing. "I want Asha to be pregnant by then. That's when I'll let you have me."

Amit stared at her in shock, unable to process what she was saying. The idea was ludicrous, but he couldn't deny the twisted appeal it held. As he glanced over at Asha, he wondered if she too could ever entertain such a notion.

"Think about it," Malavika continued, her lips brushing against his earlobe as she spoke. "It'll be our little secret... the ultimate expression of our bond."

As the implications of her words sank in, Amit found himself torn between the love and loyalty he felt for his family and the primal urges that threatened to consume him. But deep down, he knew that some lines should never be crossed - not even in the name of passion.

21 - 22

Amit couldn't help but laugh at Malavika's outrageous suggestion, the tension in the room dissipating as he shook his head in disbelief. He glanced over at Asha, who was blushing furiously but managed a shy smile.

"Malavika, you're crazy," Amit said, trying to catch his breath from the intense experience they'd just shared.

"Maybe so," she replied with a smirk, "but I know you both enjoyed it." With that, she leaned down and teasingly took Amit's now flaccid member into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it for a moment before releasing it with a satisfied hum. "I'll show you the video later; I bet you'll love it."

Amit couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and excitement at the thought of watching their taboo encounter. He looked over at Asha, wondering what she was thinking. Her cheeks were still flushed, but her eyes held a mischievous gleam that sparked something inside him.

"Let's just... forget about all this for now," Amit finally said, attempting to regain some control over the situation. "We came here to enjoy our vacation, right?"

"Of course," Malavika agreed, sliding back under the blanket with them. They lay there for a moment, three naked bodies entwined, their mingled scents creating a heady atmosphere that made it hard to think straight.

Amit felt conflicted, torn between his duty as a brother and his undeniable attraction towards both Asha and Malavika. He knew that what they had done was wrong, but the pleasure it brought them was hard to ignore. The warmth of their bodies pressed against him, the soft rise and fall of their chests, even the lingering taste of Asha on his lips - all of it threatened to pull him back into the vortex of desire.

Get a hold of yourself, he scolded himself internally. This is your sister and cousin you're thinking about. You can't let yourself be consumed by this.

"Let's get some sleep," Amit suggested, his voice betraying a hint of weariness. "We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Sounds good to me," Asha murmured, nestling closer to him. Malavika snuggled up on the other side, her arm draped over both of them. Their heartbeats gradually slowed, and soon they were all sound asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

As Amit drifted off, he couldn't help but think that this was the best hill station vacation they'd ever had - a strange, forbidden night that would forever be etched in their memories. And even though he knew they could never speak of it again, he couldn't deny the satisfaction it brought them all.

[Eswar P]

Verynice

[anidam]

Writing the same story with bit differently

[anidam]

1 - 2

The wind howled outside, rattling the windows of the cozy hillside cottage as Amit, Asha, and their cousin Malavika huddled together under a warm blanket. The cold had seeped into their bones during the day, and they welcomed the chance to relax in front of Amit's laptop, which was perched on a nearby table.

"Yeh movie kaisi lagi?" Amit asked, his deep voice barely audible over the sound of the wind. His muscular arm wrapped protectively around Asha, who snuggled closer to him for warmth.

"Acchi hai," Asha replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Lekin mujhe thoda aur adventure chahiye tha." Her adventurous spirit always craved more stimulation, even when watching movies.

"Haan, mujhe bhi," chimed in Malavika, her slender fingers tapping playfully on the edge of the blanket. "Koi aur interesting movie nahi hai kya?"

Amit frowned, his brows knitting together as he considered their options. *Kuch interesting movie dhundni padegi,* he thought, scrolling through his movie collection. He could sense the anticipation growing amongst his companions, and he didn't want to disappoint them.

"Yeh dekho," he said, selecting a film that promised thrills and suspense. "Isme action aur mystery dono hai. Pasand aayegi."

"Perfect!" Malavika grinned, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of being entertained by the new movie.

As the opening scene began to play, the three cousins leaned in closer, their breaths mingling in the chilly air. They were transported to a world of intrigue and danger, far from the freezing temperatures of the hill station.

Asha's mind wandered as she watched the screen, taking note of the strong bond between Amit and herself. *Bhaiya hamesha mere liye sahi movie select karte hain,* she mused, her heart swelling with affection for her brother. She glanced at Malavika, who seemed captivated by the on-screen action. The three of them made an unlikely trio, yet their shared experiences had only served to deepen their connection.

"Yeh scene kitna thrilling hai!" Asha whispered excitedly as the movie reached a particularly suspenseful moment.

"Haan, dekho ab kya hoga," Malavika added, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Amit couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm, his heart warming despite the cold that surrounded them. He knew they would always remember this night at the hill station, huddled together under a blanket, sharing laughter and excitement as they lost themselves in the world of cinema.

3 - 4

After about half an hour into the movie, Malavika yawned theatrically and turned to Amit with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Amit Bhaiya, boring lag raha hai kuch aur chalao," she complained, her voice laced with playful exasperation.

Amit furrowed his brow, contemplating their options. "Kya chalun?" he inquired, genuinely puzzled at what could possibly entertain his cousin further.

"Apna porn collection dikhao," Malavika suggested naughtily, her eyes dancing with mirth as she awaited their reactions.

Amit's face flushed a deep red, and he shot a worried glance at Asha, who was now staring at the screen with widened eyes. He could feel a knot forming in his stomach, embarrassment coursing through him like a tidal wave. *Yeh Malavika bhi na,* he thought, mentally chastising himself for not anticipating her unpredictable nature.

"Sharmao mat tum dono, just show your A movies collection," Malavika insisted, her laughter bubbling up like champagne, adding to the tension that had settled between the siblings.

"Malavika, it's not appropriate," Amit stammered, struggling to maintain his composure. He glanced at Asha, hoping she would back him up.

Asha, however, seemed lost in her thoughts, her cheeks burning as she tried to process the situation. A part of her was curious, but another part felt a deep sense of unease. *Bhaiya ke saath aisa dekhna theek nahi hoga,* she reasoned internally, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Chalo, forget it," Malavika sighed dramatically, sensing the discomfort radiating from her cousins. She leaned back against the pillows, a sly smile playing on her lips as she reveled in the chaos she had caused.

Amit and Asha exchanged a relieved glance, silently acknowledging that they had dodged a potentially awkward situation. As they turned their attention back to the movie, they couldn't help but feel a newfound appreciation for the simple pleasure of watching a film together – without the added pressure of Malavika's mischievous schemes.

5 - 6

Just as Amit and Asha began to relax, thinking they'd escaped Malavika's mischief, Malavika surreptitiously grabbed the laptop and clicked on a random video from Amit's explicit collection. The siblings' eyes widened in shock as moans and suggestive images filled the screen.

"Malavika!" Amit scolded, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The room felt smaller, suffocating him with an awkward tension that was palpable in the air.

"Relax, Amit Bhaiya," Malavika said nonchalantly, her eyes glued to the screen. "We're all adults here, aren't we?"

Asha remained silent, staring at the screen with a mixture of curiosity and discomfort. *Yeh kaise dekh sakte hain hum sab saath mein?* she thought, her heart racing. The images unfolding before her were arousing, but the presence of her brother beside her made it all feel wrong.

"Thodi der toh dekhne do," Malavika continued, ignoring Amit's disapproving glare. Time seemed to slow as the three cousins watched the explicit scenes together, each lost in their own thoughts and emotions.

As the atmosphere grew increasingly heated, Malavika slowly began to undress, peeling off her t-shirt and jeans while keeping her gaze fixed on the screen. She then leaned in and planted a smooch on Amit's cheek, causing both siblings to jump in surprise.

"Kya kar rahi ho, Malavika?" Asha whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the video. Her face burned with shame, and she tried to focus on her cousin's actions rather than the video playing in front of them.

"Arre, just having some fun!" Malavika replied, grinning wickedly. "Let's play a little dare – we'll all undress together under the blanket. Come on, it'll be exciting!"

Amit's mind raced, torn between his protective instincts and the undeniable arousal he felt. *Yeh galat hai,* he thought, clenching his fists in frustration. *Par Malavika ka kuch bhi ho sakta hai.*

"Malavika, we're not doing this," Amit warned, attempting to regain control over the situation. "Stop pushing us."

"Fine," Malavika huffed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "But you two are missing out on the fun."

As the video continued to play, the three cousins sat in uneasy silence, each wrestling with their own conflicting thoughts and desires. The tension in the room remained palpable, a heavy weight hanging over them as they struggled to come to terms with the boundaries that had been crossed.

7 - 8

"Na, mujhe nahi karna," Asha protested weakly, her eyes wide with shock as she tried to comprehend the situation. She felt trapped beneath the heavy blanket, unable to escape the increasingly uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Malavika, yeh kya kar rahi ho?" Amit asked, his confusion and concern evident in his voice as he glanced between his sister and cousin.

"Yeh sab ek joke hai, Amit," Malavika replied nonchalantly, a wicked grin on her face. She switched on the flashlight of her mobile phone, casting an eerie glow on their faces from under the blanket. In one swift motion, she removed her remaining clothes, leaving her completely exposed before her cousins.

"Ab teri baari, Amit," Malavika challenged, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Her boldness seemed to ignite something within Amit, pushing him past his initial hesitation. With trembling hands, he peeled off his clothes, feeling strangely exhilarated by the forbidden thrill of it all.

"Yeh sahi nahi hai, Malavika. Stop this," Asha pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to shield her gaze from her naked brother and cousin. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity, fear, and shame.

"Arre, sharam mat lado," Malavika brushed off Asha's concerns, her eyes fixed on Amit's muscular body. "Apne bhai ko apna sharir dikhane mein kya problem hai? Hum sab ek parivaar hain, after all."

Before Asha could protest further, Malavika reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer. With surprising strength and speed, she stripped Asha of her clothes, revealing her slender figure to her brother for the first time.

"Malavika, please!" Asha cried out, mortified by her sudden exposure. *Yeh sab galat hai,* she thought, wanting nothing more than to be anywhere else in the world at that moment.

"Relax, Asha," Malavika whispered into her ear, a smile playing on her lips as she observed the deepening blush on her cousin's face. "Kuch nahi hoga. Just enjoy the moment."

As the three sat there, naked and vulnerable beneath the blanket, each struggled with their own conflicting emotions, unaware of what would happen next and unable to turn back from the path they had chosen.

9 - 10

The dim glow of the mobile torch illuminated the small space beneath the blanket, casting eerie shadows on the trio's exposed bodies. Asha couldn't tear her eyes away from her brother's muscular form, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as conflicting emotions swirled within her. Amit, on the other hand, struggled to keep his gaze averted from his sister and cousin, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire.

"Come on, don't be shy," Malavika whispered. She leaned over and gently cupped Asha's face, drawing her in for a tender smooch. The softness of her lips surprised Asha, who found herself hesitantly returning the kiss.

"Malavika... what are you doing?" Asha murmured when they broke apart, her eyes wide.

"Trust me," Malavika replied with a mischievous smile. She shifted her attention to Asha's breasts, sensuously sucking and teasing at her nipples. As she did so, Malavika's hand wandered southward, slipping between Asha's thighs and tracing delicate circles around her most intimate area.

"Ah..." Asha couldn't help but moan, her body responding to Malavika's touch despite her confusion. *Yeh kya ho raha hai?* she wondered, trying to make sense of the situation. She glanced at Amit, whose eyes were wide with shock, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before him.

"See, Amit bhaiya?" Malavika purred, turning her attention to him. "Your sister is enjoying it."

"Malavika, please... we shouldn't—" Amit started, but was cut off as Malavika reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his member, causing him to gasp involuntarily.

"Shh," she hushed him, lowering her head and taking him into her mouth, all the while continuing to pleasure Asha with her other hand. Amit clenched his fists, torn between the undeniable pleasure he was experiencing and the knowledge that what they were doing was wrong.

"Ah, Malavika..." Asha's moans grew louder, her body arching into the dual sensations provided by her cousin. As she lost herself in the overwhelming desire, her earlier reservations began to fade away.

"Malavika... please stop," Amit pleaded weakly, his resolve cracking under the weight of his lust. But Malavika only continued her ministrations, driving them both further toward the brink of surrender.

11 - 12

Malavika's dark eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked up from her task, giving Amit a sly smile. "So, Amit bhaiya, who do you want to fuck?" she asked teasingly.

Asha's cheeks flushed crimson at the explicit question, and she quickly averted her gaze, unable to meet her brother's eyes. Amit, equally embarrassed, stuttered, unsure of what to say or do in such a situation.

"Uh... I... I don't know," he mumbled, his face red with shame.

Undeterred by their reactions, Malavika gently tugged Asha towards her, settling her cousin on her lap. As Amit watched, torn between fascination and horror, Malavika began to caress Asha's breasts, her fingers massaging them with practiced skill. Asha bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape her throat. *How did we end up like this?* she wondered, even as her body responded eagerly to Malavika's touch.

"Relax, sweetie," Malavika murmured, pressing her lips to Asha's forehead in a sisterly gesture. "We're just having fun, remember?"

With that, Malavika returned her attention to Amit, who was still struggling to come to terms with the scene unfolding before him. She used her free hand to part Asha's legs, spreading her delicate folds wide open for him to see. "What do you think, Amit bhaiya?" she purred. "Do you like your sister's pussy?"

Amit swallowed hard, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of Asha's most intimate area. In that moment, all his previous reservations seemed to vanish, replaced by an urgent need he could neither comprehend nor deny. He nodded slowly, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes."

"Good," Malavika said with a smirk, her fingers moving to reveal the tight entrance to Asha's ass. "Because tonight, both of these holes are yours."

As Amit stared at the two openings, his mind raced with conflicting emotions. He knew it was wrong, but the desire coursing through his veins was impossible to ignore.

"Malavika, we can't..." he started, but his voice trailed off, his conviction wavering under the weight of his lust.

"Of course, we can," Malavika assured him, her voice soft yet insistent. "We're just exploring new experiences together, aren't we?"

13 - 14

Overwhelmed by shame, Asha buried her face in Malavika's breasts, trying to hide from the reality of what was happening. The warmth and softness of her cousin's skin provided a small measure of comfort in the midst of this unfamiliar situation. Meanwhile, Malavika continued to push their boundaries further, grabbing Amit's head and guiding it down toward Asha's exposed pussy.

"Go on, Amit bhaiya, show your sister how much you appreciate her," Malavika encouraged, her voice dripping with seduction. "Taste her."

Amit hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he wrestled with his better judgment. But the sight and scent of Asha's arousal ultimately proved too intoxicating to resist. He leaned in and tentatively flicked his tongue over her clit, causing Asha to shiver involuntarily.

"Ugh... Amit..." Asha moaned, her breath hitching as her brother's tongue explored her most sensitive areas. Despite her initial reluctance, she couldn't deny the pleasure that surged through her body with every touch.

"See? You're both enjoying this," Malavika said with a triumphant grin. She then addressed Amit directly, her tone more serious. "Don't stop there, though. Make sure you give her ass some attention too."

"Malavika, I don't know if I can—" Amit started to protest, but she silenced him with a stern look.

"Trust me, Amit. It's all part of the experience," she said firmly. "Now, do it."

As Amit acquiesced, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of guilt and exhilaration. He knew this was wrong, but it was also undeniably exciting. With a deep breath, he moved his mouth lower, his tongue now tracing circles around Asha's tight entrance. Asha's body tensed and then relaxed, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Good job, bhaiya," Malavika praised, her fingers gently stroking Amit's erection as she joined him in lavishing attention on Asha's ass. Together, they brought her to the edge of pleasure, their combined efforts pushing her higher and higher.

Amit was caught in a whirlwind of emotions – fear, shame, guilt, and lust all competing for dominance within him. He knew he should put an end to this, but his resolve had all but dissolved under the weight of his arousal. The lines between right and wrong had blurred beyond recognition, leaving him to wonder if anything would ever be the same again.

15 - 16

"Alright, Amit bhaiya," Malavika declared, her voice a mix of mischief and determination. "Today, I'm going to watch the two of you enjoy each other completely." She winked at Asha, who blushed deeply and looked away.

"Malavika, stop it," Amit protested, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks. He knew he should put an end to this, but his body had other ideas. He couldn't understand why he was feeling so powerless in the face of Malavika's boldness.

"Come on, Amit," Malavika whispered in his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "I know you've always wanted to be with me, but if you want that to happen, you have to take care of your sister first."

Asha quietly lay down, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation as she looked towards Amit. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He couldn't believe what was happening – everything felt like a surreal dream.

With surprising gentleness, Malavika guided Amit's hand, placing it on Asha's delicate entrance. The sensation of her warmth and wetness sent a jolt through Amit's body, as if he had been electrocuted.

"Uff, bhaiya...slowly," Asha whimpered, her vulnerability laid bare before him.

This is crazy, Amit thought, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. We shouldn't be doing this. But as he looked into Asha's eyes – filled with a strange mix of trust and desire – he found himself unable to pull away.

"Are you ready?" Malavika asked, her voice low and sultry. Her question hung in the air, a challenge that dared Amit to either accept or reject the forbidden path that lay before them.

17 - 18

Amit struggled to focus on the sensations coursing through him as he moved with Asha, their bodies pressed together in a forbidden dance, urged on by Malavika's sultry voice. The room seemed to fade away, replaced by the intoxicating blend of Asha's soft moans and her warm skin against his.

"See, you two," Malavika purred, "it's not so bad after all, is it?" She retrieved a jar of Vaseline from her bag and began applying it generously to Asha's other intimate area, her fingers working deftly as she prepared her cousin for something even more taboo.

"Wait... what are you doing?" Asha stammered, her eyes widening in shock and fear.

"Relax, my sweet cousin," Malavika reassured her, her tone soothing but insistent. "A girl should be able to experience everything at least once, don't you think? And since we're already this far..."

"No, no, I can't," Asha protested weakly, her body tense and unyielding beneath Amit's touch.

"Hey, what's going on?" Amit asked, his voice laced with confusion, concern etched on his face as he tried to read his sister's expression.

"Trust me, Asha," Malavika whispered to her, her voice dripping with honeyed persuasion. "You deserve this. We'll make sure it feels amazing."

"Okay," Asha said hesitantly, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Amit looked at Malavika, silently questioning whether they should continue. But Malavika simply smiled and nodded, urging Amit to follow her lead.

Deep down, Amit knew that what they were doing was wrong. He loved his sister dearly, but this was beyond anything he had ever imagined. However, the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden, combined with Malavika's seductive encouragement, left him unable to resist. He steeled himself and let his mind wander, focusing on the sensations surrounding him rather than the implications of their actions.

"Are you ready?" he asked Asha, his voice barely audible. She nodded, her eyes shimmering with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. And so, they crossed another boundary together, guided by the playful hand of their cousin and the irresistible pull of desire.

19 - 20

Amit's heart raced as he slowly began to give in to Malavika's request, hesitantly starting to penetrate Asha's body. The soft moans escaping her lips mingled with the sound of their breaths filling the chilly air, creating an intoxicating symphony that threatened to drown out Amit's lingering reservations.

"Relax, Asha," he whispered gently, sensing her tension. "I'll be careful."

"Ah... okay, bhaiya," she replied, her voice trembling as she tried to put on a brave face.

Malavika, meanwhile, seemed utterly entranced by the spectacle before her, the mischievous glint in her eyes now replaced by a fiery hunger for more. She fumbled with her mobile phone, eager to capture every moment and immortalize it forever.

"Smile for the camera, you two!" she teased, her voice laced with wicked delight. "This is definitely one for the books."

As Amit continued his delicate dance between pleasure and guilt, his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He knew that what they were doing was wrong, yet he couldn't deny the heady rush that came from breaking this ultimate taboo. Amidst the haze of arousal, Amit could feel the pressure building within him, threatening to overflow at any moment.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he released his pent-up passion into Asha's body. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt the warmth spread through her, leaving her feeling strangely fulfilled despite the circumstances.

"Wow... that was intense," Malavika said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her grin widened as she looked at Amit, a secret shared only between them. "Now, about that promise I made you..."

She leaned in closer, her breath tickling his ear as she spoke softly: "You know, Raksha Bandhan is coming up soon. I think it would be perfect if Asha were to become pregnant by then. Only then will I let you have me."

Amit's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart suddenly heavy with the weight of the implications behind her words. He glanced over at his sister, who lay beside him, her body still trembling from their shared experience. Would he really be willing to go that far just for a moment of pleasure with Malavika?

"Are you serious?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Deadly serious," Malavika replied, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "It's your choice, Amit bhaiya. What will it be?"

As Amit stared into the depths of her eyes, he found himself torn between his love for his sister and the irresistible allure of the forbidden fruit before him. The decision weighed heavily upon him, and he knew that whatever choice he made, it would change their lives forever.

21 - 22

Amit's laughter echoed through the small room, a mixture of disbelief and relief. The tension in his chest eased as he looked over at Asha, who was blushing furiously but couldn't help but join in the laughter. In that moment, they were simply siblings sharing a secret joke, the weight of their recent actions momentarily forgotten.

"Chup karo, tum dono," Malavika scolded playfully, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Amit's still-erect member. "Maza aa gaya aaj tum dono sage bhai-behan ki chudai mein. Baad mein video dikhaoonga."

As she continued to tease him with her lips and tongue, Amit's mind raced with conflicting emotions: shame at what they had just done, desire for the woman before him, and a fierce protectiveness towards his sister. He struggled to process it all, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion.

"Malavika," he finally managed to whisper, his voice shaky. "Kya humne sahi kiya?"

"Shayad nahi," she admitted, her eyes never leaving his. "Lekin hum yeh waqt wapas nahi la sakte hain. Ab bas ek dusre ke saath khushi mehsoos karo aur is raat ko yaadgaar banao."

With a sigh, Amit surrendered to the warmth of her words, allowing himself to be swept up in the shared intimacy of the moment. Together, the three of them - Amit, Asha, and Malavika - curled up beneath the thick blanket, their naked bodies pressed against one another, their breaths mingling in the chilly air.

"Yeh humari best hill station vacation hai," Asha murmured sleepily, her head resting against Amit's chest. "Thank you, Bhaiya. Aur thank you, Malavika."

"Koi baat nahi," Malavika replied with a smile, snuggling closer to the siblings. "Isse better kuch bhi nahi ho sakta tha."

As sleep claimed them one by one, Amit's thoughts drifted back to the events of the night - the desire and the passion that had consumed them all. He knew that their lives would never be the same again, but for now, he was content to lie there in the warm embrace of his sister and cousin, savoring the simple joy of being together.

And as the first light of dawn crept through the window, casting a soft glow on their entwined forms, the audience couldn't help but fall in love with this unconventional romcom, their hearts swelling with happiness at the sight of the three protagonists finding solace and contentment in each other's arms.

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1 - 2

Amit Sharma, a handsome young man in his mid-20s, stood by the window of their hill station cabin, gazing out at the snow-covered mountains. His short black hair and fit build were accentuated by the casual clothes he wore. Beside him, his sister Asha was curled up on a couch, her petite frame and delicate features making her look younger than her years. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back as she sipped a cup of steaming hot chocolate.

"Kya soch rahe ho, bhaiya?" Asha asked, her innocent eyes meeting Amit's.

"Bas yehi ki kitni khoobsurat jagah hai," Amit replied, wrapping an arm around Asha's shoulders.

"Haan, sach mein bahut sundar hai," agreed Malavika, their stunning cousin, who had joined them for the vacation. Her dark, alluring features were enhanced by her long, wavy hair, and she carried an air of mystery that intrigued Amit.

As the sun set behind the mountains, the temperature inside the cabin began to drop. The three of them huddled under a thick, warm blanket, snuggling together for warmth. Amit opened his laptop and put on a movie, the screen casting flickering shadows across their faces.

"Yeh film toh purani hai, Amit bhaiya. Kuch naya rakha hai kya?" Malavika asked teasingly, her cunning nature hidden beneath her charming exterior.

"Haan, chalo koi aur dhoondte hain," Amit said, scrolling through his movie collection. He settled on a recent action-adventure film, the sound effects echoing throughout the cabin.

Wrapped in the blanket, they grew increasingly engrossed in the movie, momentarily forgetting the biting cold outside. The thrilling plot and breathtaking visuals held their attention, while the warmth of their closeness kept them comfortable.

"Yeh film toh kamaal ki hai," Asha whispered, her excitement evident in her voice. Amit and Malavika nodded in agreement, their minds racing with the exhilarating scenes unfolding on screen.

"Haan, bahut maza aa raha hai," Malavika said, her eyes glittering with mischief as she glanced at Amit and Asha, clearly enjoying their time together. As the movie continued, Amit couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment – a rare escape from reality, shared with his beloved sister and enigmatic cousin.

3 - 4

As the movie progressed, Amit noticed Malavika's attention waning. Her eyes no longer sparkled with excitement, and she fidgeted restlessly under the blanket. It wasn't long before she spoke up.

"Uff, Amit Bhaiya, yeh film toh ab boring lag rahi hai. Kuch aur chalao," Malavika said, her tone dripping with mischief.

"Accha? Toh kya chalun?" Amit asked, slightly puzzled by her sudden change in mood.

"Apna... porn collection dikhao," Malavika replied naughtily, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

Amit's eyes widened in shock, while Asha blushed furiously, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. The siblings exchanged an awkward glance, unsure of how to react to Malavika's bold request.

"Sharmao mat tum dono," Malavika chuckled, enjoying their embarrassment. "Just show your Adult movies collection."

Asha bit her lip, struggling to hide her discomfort. She had always been shy when it came to such intimate topics, especially around her brother. 'How could Malavika ask for something like that?' she thought, her heart racing with anxiety.

"Malavika, yeh thoda... inappropriate hai, na?" Amit stammered, his voice barely more than a whisper. He knew he needed to defuse the situation but didn't want to upset his cousin.

"Arre, Amit Bhaiya, lighten up! Hum sab bade ho gaye hain. It's just for fun," Malavika reassured him, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Amit hesitated, torn between wanting to appease Malavika and maintaining his sister's comfort. As he looked into Asha's eyes, he saw her uncertainty and made a decision.

"Sorry, Malavika. Hum kuch aur chalate hain," Amit said firmly, determined to prioritize Asha's feelings. He turned his attention back to the laptop, searching for a different movie to watch.

Malavika pouted playfully, realizing her attempt to push boundaries had been thwarted. However, she couldn't help but admire Amit's protective nature toward his sister.

"Fine, bhaiya. Tumhari marzi," she conceded, settling back into the warmth of the blanket.

With a sigh of relief, Amit selected another movie, and the three of them resumed their cozy movie night, the earlier tension slowly dissipating in the flickering glow of the laptop screen.

5 - 6

Despite Amit's best efforts, Malavika couldn't resist pushing the boundaries. As the movie played on and a particularly risqué scene appeared on screen, she glanced at Amit and Asha with a mischievous smile and clicked her tongue.

"Yeh toh waise bhi adult hai, Bhaiya," she teased as she swiftly switched the video on the laptop, revealing one of the explicit films from Amit's collection.

Asha's eyes widened in shock, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The sound of heavy breathing and moaning filled the room, casting an undeniably awkward atmosphere over the trio. She could feel Amit's discomfort radiating beside her, both of them acutely aware of their sibling relationship in this moment.

"Malavika, yeh kya kar rahi ho?" Asha whispered, mortified by the images playing on the screen. Her mind raced with conflicting emotions – curiosity, confusion, and most importantly, shame.

Meanwhile, the background music of the video seemed to amplify the tension, drowning out any other sounds. As the minutes ticked by, all three of them found themselves drawn into the on-screen action, each for their own reasons.

Feeling the heat rising in the room, Malavika slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the curve of her bosom beneath the fabric. She then bent down and placed a sultry kiss on Amit's lips, while his eyes remained glued to the screen.

"Kyun na hum bhi iss dare ka hissa ban jayein?" Malavika suggested, her voice dripping with seduction. "Sab ek sath kapde utarenge blanket ke andar."

Asha felt a shiver run down her spine, whether from the cold or the daring proposition, she wasn't sure. Her heart pounded in her chest as she nervously glanced between her brother and her cousin, her thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty and fear.

"Malavika, yeh… hum aisa nahi kar sakte," Amit stammered, his voice wavering as he tried to regain control over the situation. But even he couldn't deny the growing heat coursing through his body, fuelled by the risqué images on the screen and Malavika's provocative actions.

With the background music reaching its crescendo, the room was filled with an electrifying tension, as all three grappled with their desires and inhibitions. As they continued to watch the explicit video, the boundaries between reality and fantasy began to blur, leaving them wondering what would happen next in this daring game of temptation and desire.

7 - 8

Asha's heart raced as she shook her head vehemently, her eyes pleading with Amit. "Nahi, main nahi kar sakti," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pulsating music. Amit glanced at his sister, a mixture of confusion and concern etched on his face as he struggled to make sense of the situation.

"Come on, Asha. Kuch nahi hoga," Malavika cooed, her voice a seductive purr. She switched on her mobile torch, casting an eerie glow under the blanket as the room darkened. With practiced ease, Malavika slipped off her undergarments, leaving her completely naked. The sight of her cousin's exposed body sent a shudder down Amit's spine, causing his resolve to falter.

"Jab tum dono mere saath ho, toh darne ki kya baat hai?" Malavika questioned, her sultry gaze locked onto Amit's as she boldly shed her last layer of clothing. Emboldened by her actions, Amit hesitated for a moment before reluctantly removing his clothes as well.

Asha blushed furiously, her cheeks burning hot in the dim light as she tried to avert her gaze from the naked forms of her brother and cousin. Her chest tightened with anxiety, and she bit her lip, unsure of how to navigate this unprecedented situation.

"Sharam kis baat ki?" Malavika teased, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She reached out and gently grasped Asha's wrist, pulling her closer. "Apne bhai ko apna sharir dikhane mein kya burai hai? Hum sab ek parivaar hain, after all."

Before Asha could protest, Malavika deftly began to unbutton her shirt, smoothly sliding it down her trembling arms. Asha's breath hitched as the cool air met her exposed skin, her heart pounding in her chest. Malavika continued undressing her with practiced ease, discarding each piece of clothing until Asha was left just as naked as the others.

"Yeh dekho, kitni sundar hai humari choti Asha," Malavika murmured, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of Asha's hip as she displayed her to Amit. Asha's cheeks burned even brighter, and she instinctively tried to cover herself, only for Malavika to gently swat her hands away.

"Ab hum sab ek hain, bilkul barabar," Malavika declared, a triumphant gleam in her eyes as she observed the vulnerable expressions on Asha and Amit's faces. Though Asha felt a growing sense of unease, she couldn't deny the strange thrill that coursed through her veins at this daring display of intimacy between them.

9 - 10

The flickering light from the mobile phone's torch cast a dim glow within the confines of the blanket, illuminating the exposed bodies of Amit, Asha, and Malavika. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and despite the cold outside, the air within their makeshift cocoon seemed to crackle with heat.

Amit couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight before him. His heart thudded in his chest as he watched Malavika pull Asha closer, capturing her lips in a passionate smooch. Their mutual moans echoed through the space, sending shivers down his spine. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help but admire how beautiful they looked together, their contrasting skin tones melding together like an erotic piece of art.

"Isn't this exciting, Amit?" Malavika purred, her voice sultry and seductive as she broke away from the kiss. Her dark eyes gleamed with mischief as she lowered her mouth to Asha's chest, taking one of her pert nipples between her lips. She suckled gently, drawing another soft moan from Asha, who clutched at Malavika's hair, her body trembling with a mixture of anxiety and desire.

"Malavika... yeh kya kar rahi ho? Hum bhai behan hain," Amit stammered, his mind reeling with conflicting emotions. Even though he felt a growing arousal watching the two women before him, he couldn't shake off the nagging guilt that gnawed at his conscience.

"Relax, Amit," Malavika said, releasing Asha's nipple with a soft, wet pop. "We're just having some fun, that's all." She turned her attention back to Asha, her fingers trailing down her quivering stomach until they reached the apex of her thighs. With practiced ease, Malavika slipped a finger into Asha's core, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

"Ah! Malavika... please... dheere..." Asha whimpered, her face flushed as she looked at Amit with pleading eyes. It was clear that she was trying to hold on to the last remnants of her modesty, even as her body betrayed her with its eager responses.

"Shhh, just feel it, Asha," Malavika cooed, sliding another finger inside her and beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Let yourself go."

Asha's moans grew louder, and Amit found himself entranced by the sight of his sister writhing under Malavika's skilled touch. He couldn't deny the growing ache in his groin, and when Malavika reached out with her free hand to grasp his throbbing length, he let out a sharp gasp.

"Look at you, bhaiya," she teased, her fingers expertly stroking him. "Seems like you're enjoying this just as much as we are." With a wicked grin, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip as she hummed in satisfaction.

"God, Malavika!" Amit groaned, his head falling back as pleasure coursed through him. At the same time, she inserted one finger into his tight entrance and another into Asha's, causing them both to cry out in unison.

The sound of their combined moans filled the air, mingling with the raunchy background music that seemed to seep into every corner of the room. The erotic atmosphere was intoxicating, making it nearly impossible for any of them to think rationally. As their desires spiraled out of control, they surrendered themselves to the forbidden passion that threatened to consume them all.

11 - 12

As Malavika pulled her lips away from Amit's manhood, a wicked smile spread across her face. She looked back and forth between the flushed faces of Asha and Amit, who both seemed to be trembling in anticipation. The air under the blanket was thick with lust, making it hard for them to breathe properly.

"Alright, bhaiya," Malavika said naughtily, her gaze fixated on Amit. "Who do you want to fuck first?" Asha's eyes widened at the question, and she felt a rush of heat surge through her body as she realized that Malavika was serious. She looked at her brother, whose face had turned beet red with embarrassment.

"Malavika, I can't... We shouldn't..." Amit stammered, his thoughts racing as he tried to make sense of the situation. But Malavika had already made up her mind, and she wasn't about to let him back out now.

"Shh, Amit," she whispered, pulling Asha into her lap and cradling her small form against her chest. With one hand, she began to gently knead Asha's breast, eliciting a soft moan from the innocent girl. Leaning down, Malavika captured Asha's lips in a passionate kiss, expertly coaxing her into submission.

Asha couldn't help but feel helpless in Malavika's arms, yet there was an undeniable thrill that coursed through her veins. As much as she tried to resist, she found herself succumbing to the pleasure that Malavika was so skillfully providing.

"Look, Amit," Malavika purred, spreading Asha's legs apart with her free hand and revealing her glistening pink folds. "Do you like your sister's pussy?" Amit's mouth went dry as he stared at the sight before him, feeling a mixture of guilt and desire swirling within him.

"Malavika, please," Asha whimpered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. But Malavika only smirked and continued, using her fingers to part the delicate lips of Asha's entrance even further.

"Tonight, Amit bhaiya, both these holes are yours," she said, her voice dripping with sinister intent. "You'll have to make your sweet little sister scream for you."

As Amit struggled to process her words, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of shame and arousal. He knew that what they were doing was wrong, but the twisted desires within him were becoming harder and harder to ignore.

13 - 14

Asha's face was buried in Malavika's ample bosom, flushed red with embarrassment and shame. Her heartbeat thumped wildly against her chest, a desperate plea for escape that went unheard.

"Open your mouth, Amit," Malavika commanded, gripping his head firmly and guiding him to Asha's exposed core. The scent of their mingled arousal filled the air, intoxicating Amit further. He hesitated for a moment, his morals screaming at him to stop, but the intensity of the situation was overwhelming.

"Please forgive me, Asha," he thought, as he surrendered to his desires and began to lap at the wetness between her legs. Asha gasped, her body betraying her with a wave of pleasure so intense it left her breathless. Malavika smirked, triumphant in her debased manipulation.

"Good boy, Amit," she purred, stroking his hair gently. "Now, I want you to taste Asha's ass too. Make her feel just as good there."

"Malavika, I...I can't," Amit stammered, the reality of what they were doing crushing him under its weight. But Malavika merely tightened her grip on his head, refusing to let him retreat.

"Enough hesitation," she hissed. "You're already in too deep. Just do it."

Amit closed his eyes, taking a shuddering breath before complying. He pressed his tongue against Asha's tight entrance, feeling her tense up as he began to explore the forbidden territory. Asha whimpered softly, her mind a whirlwind of torment and ecstasy as she tried to process the conflicting sensations.

"Y-yes, Amit...please..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Guilt gnawed at Amit's heart, but his own lustful urges continued to push him forward. He knew he was beyond redemption now, and with each stroke of his tongue, he could feel the last vestiges of his innocence slipping away.

"See how good it feels?" Malavika taunted, running her fingers through Amit's hair as she guided him. "You're making your sweet sister so horny, brother. I bet she can't wait to feel you inside her."

Amit couldn't help but groan at her words, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. His mind was a chaotic storm of shame, desire, and a perverse sense of excitement that only served to fuel his dark actions further.

15 - 16

15. Malavika's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer to Amit, her lips curling into a sinister smile. "Aaj main jee bhar ke sage bhai behan ki chudai dekhungi," she whispered, winking at Asha who blushed furiously and looked away. Amit felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, and he shook his head vehemently in denial.

"Na na, yeh galat hai," he mumbled, his resolve wavering under Malavika's intense gaze. She sidled up to him, her breath hot and sweet against his ear as she murmured, "Mujhe pata hai Amit bhaiya, tum mujhe humesha se chodna chahte ho, lekin agar mujhe chodna hai toh apne sagi behan ko pehle chodna padega."

Amit's heart pounded wildly in his chest, torn between the taboo temptation and the love he had for his sister. He clenched his fists, trying to resist the pull of Malavika's manipulative words.

16. Asha lay silently on the floor, her eyes shimmering with conflicting emotions as she stared at Amit. Her vulnerability and innocence only served to fuel the flames of desire that licked at the edges of his conscience. He swallowed hard, attempting to push down the urge that threatened to engulf him completely.

Malavika's fingers wrapped around Amit's arousal, guiding it towards Asha's quivering entrance. "Uff bhaiya, dheere," Asha whimpered, her voice laced with fear and anticipation. The sound sent a shiver down Amit's spine, his body coursing with electricity.

"Kya kar raha hoon main?" he thought, his mind screaming for him to stop. But as he looked into Asha's doe-like eyes, he felt himself slipping further into the abyss of dark desire and temptation. He gripped her hips, steadying himself as he tried to silence the voice in his head that pleaded with him to turn back before it was too late.

"Yeh galat hai," Amit chanted silently to himself, but as Malavika's laughter echoed around him, he knew that he had already crossed the line from which there was no return.

17 - 18

The frigid air of the hill station cabin clung to Amit's skin, goosebumps rising as he hesitantly moved closer to Asha. The twisted game Malavika orchestrated was consuming all three of them, ensnaring them in a dangerous dance of lust and taboo desires.

"17. Bhaiya, yeh theek nahi hai," Asha murmured, her eyes pleading with Amit to stop. But Amit could see the conflicting emotions in her gaze – fear, curiosity, and a hint of desire. His heart ached for the sister he loved so dearly, yet he couldn't help but be drawn into the darkness that Malavika had unleashed.

"Main tumse bahut pyar karta hoon, Asha," Amit whispered shakily, his fingers trembling as they trailed along her smooth, delicate skin. He knew he was on the precipice of crossing a line that could never be uncrossed, but the tempest of passion swirling within him was difficult to resist.

"18. Relax, behan" Malavika cooed, her voice dripping with sinister sweetness. She produced a small jar of Vaseline, smirking as she applied it to Asha's most intimate area. "Trust me, you'll enjoy this."

As Amit watched Malavika's fingers expertly prepare Asha, he felt a strange mix of horror and arousal. His mind screamed at him to put an end to this twisted situation, but something deep within him urged him onwards.

"Chinta mat kar, Asha," he assured her softly, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his own heart. "I'll be gentle." As Amit positioned himself, he looked down at his sister – her beautiful face etched with vulnerability – and he knew there was no turning back.

"Please, bhaiya," Asha whispered, clutching at the sheets as Amit began his slow and careful movements. Each thrust brought with it a new wave of conflicting emotions - love, guilt, and pleasure all melding together in a dizzying whirlwind.

"Yeh galat hai," a voice echoed in Amit's head, but it was growing fainter by the second, drowning in the sea of his own desires. As he gazed into Asha's eyes, he could see the same storm raging within her, a silent plea for forgiveness mixed with undeniable passion.

"19. See, I told you," Malavika's voice sliced through the intimate moment, her wicked grin widening as she reveled in the power she held over them. "Now enjoy your night, you two."

As the night wore on, the line between right and wrong blurred further, and Amit found himself lost in the throes of forbidden love. As dawn broke and sunlight poured into the cabin, the three of them lay entwined beneath the sheets – forever changed by the twisted games they had played.

19 - 20

Amit stared at his trembling hands, the enormity of what he had done washing over him like a tidal wave. He could still feel the warmth of Asha's skin beneath his fingertips, the way her breath hitched in her throat as he ventured into forbidden territory. He swallowed hard, the taste of guilt and desire intermingling on his tongue.

"19. Arre Amit bhaiya," Malavika called out, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Don't be so nervous now." She held her mobile phone aloft, capturing every detail of their transgression. Amit watched as she focused on Asha's flushed face, her eyes brimming with tears and confusion. He clenched his fists, anger bubbling beneath the surface, but he knew he was powerless to stop her.

"Chup raho, Malavika," he growled, turning his attention back to Asha. Her pleading eyes begged for reassurance, and he felt a fierce protectiveness flare up within him. As he gently caressed her cheek, he resolved to take things slow – for both their sakes.

"20. Don't you worry, Asha," Malavika whispered, leaning in close to Amit's ear. "Just a few more days until Raksha Bandhan. Imagine how special that day will be when you're carrying your brother's child." Her words were like daggers, piercing through Amit's heart and twisting with sadistic glee.

"Kaminey," he spat, glaring at her with unbridled contempt. But despite his anger, Amit knew he couldn't change what had been set in motion. With each careful, tender thrust, he forged a bond that could never be broken – a bond that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.

"Please, bhaiya," Asha whimpered, her body quivering with a mixture of fear and desire. "Don't let her control us like this."

"Main hoon na, Asha," Amit whispered, his voice filled with determination. "I'll protect you, no matter what." As he continued to explore the depths of their love, he prayed that they would find a way to escape Malavika's twisted web – and that, someday, they could break free from the chains that bound them together in darkness.

"Yeh sab khatam ho jayega, Asha," he promised, his eyes locked on hers as they embarked on a journey that would forever change the course of their lives. "Hum ek doosre ke saath hamesha rahenge – chahe woh khushi ho ya gham."

"Haan bhaiya," Asha agreed, her voice barely a whisper. "Hamesha."

21 - 22

Amit couldn't help but laugh, albeit nervously, at the audacity of Malavika's words. As he turned to look at Asha, he saw her blushing furiously, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. Yet, she too managed a small, shy smile, as if acknowledging the bizarre turn their lives had taken.

"Arre wah, Malavika! Aaj toh tum dono sage bhai behan ki chudai main maza aag aya," Malavika teased Amit, her eyes gleaming wickedly as she once again took his member in her mouth, licking and caressing it with practiced skill. "Baad mein video dikhaungi, aur phir dekhna kaise hum sabko yaadgar banayenge iss hill station vacation ko."

Amit clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, trying to focus on anything but the sensations Malavika was creating. He knew that giving in to her was not an option, but the temptation was almost unbearable. 'How did we end up like this?' he wondered, his mind racing with thoughts of guilt, shame, and confusion.

"Yeh sab... yeh sab galat hai, Malavika," Asha finally spoke up, her voice trembling as she pulled herself closer to Amit. "Hum bhai behan hain... hum aisa nahi kar sakte."

"Relax, Asha," Malavika cooed, releasing Amit from her grip and slithering back under the blanket. "Ab jo ho gaya, so ho gaya. Chalo, ab sab ek doosre ke bahon mein so jaate hain, aur kal se phir se normal life jeete hain."

As they lay there, naked and entwined beneath the blanket, Amit couldn't shake the feeling that their lives would never be the same again. And yet, as Asha snuggled against his chest and Malavika draped an arm over both of them, he couldn't deny that it had been one of the most unforgettable experiences of their lives.

"Yeh hill station vacation toh humesha yaad rahega," Amit murmured, staring into the darkness as the cold wind howled outside their window. "Par kya wakai mein sab normal ho jayega, Malavika? Kya hum kabhi bhi apne aap ko maaf kar payenge?"

"Shayad nahi," Malavika replied softly, her voice laced with a hint of genuine sadness. "Lekin aakhir mein, humein yeh samajhna hoga ki zindagi mein bahut si cheezein hoti hain jo humare bas ke baahar hoti hain. Aur hum sirf unka samarthan kar sakte hain, chahe woh khushi ho ya gham."

"Haan bhaiya," Asha whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "Hamesha."

And so, under the blanket's protective warmth, the three of them drifted off to sleep, their bodies tangled together in a twisted embrace of love, lust, and betrayal.

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1 - 2

Amit Kapoor, Asha Kapoor aur Malavika Nair, ek anokhe parivar ke teeno ang hain. Amit, ek uchai se lamba, gehre baalon wala naujawan, apni umr se zyada jimmedari mehsus karta hai. Uski badi chaudi kandho wali peeth aur kadak dari uski sharirik shakti ka pratik hai. Asha, Amit ki chhoti behan, ek college ki nayi shuruat me hai. Use dekhne me najuk aur pyari lagti hai, uske wavy baal aur komal chehre ne use ek masoomiyat di hai. Wahi Malavika, dono bhai-behan ki cousin, ek junoon aur saahas se bhari ladki hai. Uski lambe, silky baal aur akarshak sharir uski hawas bhari shaksiyat ko darshata hai.

Ye teeno, bhai-behan, ek vacation ke liye hill station gaye the. Pahado ki taraiyon mein basa unka cottage, thande hawaon ke jhonke lekar aate the. Raat ka samay tha aur baahar barf girti thi. Garm kamre me, teeno blanket ke niche ghus kar laptop main movie dekhne lagte hain.

"Yeh movie toh bahut interesting hai, Amit Bhaiya," Asha boli, apni aankhen screen par tikaye rakhte hue.

"Haan, chalo kam se kam hum sab ek saath waqt bita rahe hain," Amit muskurata hua bola aur Asha ke sir par pyaar se haath pher deta hai.

"Haan, lekin is thand mein mujhe movie se zyada neend aa rahi hai," Malavika boli, apne blanket ko aur kas ke lapet kar.

"Chalo phir, mujhe bhi lagta hai ki hum sabko aaram kar lena chahiye. Kal ek lamba din hoga, hill station ghoomna hai na," Amit ne faisla sunaya.

"Thik hai, Bhaiya" Asha ne maana aur teeno apni-apni jagah par let gaye, blanket me lipte hue, ek doosre ki khushi aur saath ka anand lete hue.

3 - 4

Thodi der baad, Malavika ne khidki se bahar dekhte hue bayan kiya, "Kya khoobsurat manzar hai na? Lekin mujhe bore ho gayi hoon. Kuch aur karte hain."

"Kya karun?" Amit ne apni aankhen movie se hatakar Malavika ki taraf modte hue pucha.

"Apna porn collection dikhao," Malavika ne chanchal muskan ke sath kaha, jisse uski aankhen chamak uthi.

"Malavika!" Amit ne chauka hua kaha, "Yeh kaisi baatein kar rahi ho?"

"Haan Malavika, yeh theek nahi hai," Asha ne bhi sharmate hue kaha, apne blanket ko aur zyada kas ke pakad liya.

"Arre, sharmao mat tum dono. Bas thoda maza le rahe hain hum sab," Malavika ne shararat bhare andaaz mein kaha, "Amit Bhaiya, bas apna adult movies collection dikha do."

Asha ka chehra laal ho gaya aur vo apne bhai ke samne anjaane me uncomfortable feel karne lagi. Usne socha, 'Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki Malavika aisi baat karegi. Kaise dikha sakta hai Bhaiya apne adult movies collection?'

Amit ne gusse se laptop band kar diya aur bola, "Nahi Malavika, yeh main nahi kar sakta. Hum sab family hain, aur aisi cheezein dekhna theek nahi hai."

"Chalo, thik hai. Agar tum logon ko aisi cheezein dekhna pasand nahi hai, toh koi baat nahi," Malavika ne hansi ke sath kaha, "Lekin yaad rakhna, kabhi kabhi zindagi me thoda maza lena bhi zaroori hota hai."

Asha ne Amit ki taraf dekha aur socha, 'Bhaiya ne sahi faisla liya. Main unka hamesha samarthan karti hoon.'

"Ab so jaate hain sab, kal ek lamba din hoga," Amit ne phir se kaha, aur teeno apni jagah par let gaye, is baar thodi si muskurahat ke sath, jaise ke woh ek dusre ki pareshaniyon se dur ho gaye the.

5 - 6

"Arre, Amit Bhaiya," Malavika ne kaha aur laptop se snatch kar liya. Usne jaldi se ek adult video play kar diya, "Ab dekho, maza aayega." Asha aur Amit dono chauk gaye, unke chehre par ek ajeeb si pareshani saaf dikh rahi thi.

"Malavika, yeh kya kar rahi ho? Band karo isse!" Amit ne tezi se kaha, par wo Samay se pehle rok nahi paya. Asha ke dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi, uski ankhein badi ho gayi aur vo apne bhai ke samne behad uncomfortable mehsoos hone lagi. Asha sochne lagi, 'Yeh sab kaise ho raha hai? Main aur Bhaiya ek saath aise videos kaise dekh sakte hain?'

"Relax, Amit Bhaiya, chill karo thoda," Malavika ne muskurate hue kaha, "Hum sirf ek movie dekh rahe hain." Par Amit aur Asha ki pareshani badhti ja rahi thi. Vo dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hue samajh nahi pa rahe the ki ab kya karein.

"Main nahi dekhna chahti yeh sab," Asha ne dheemi awaz mein kaha, par Malavika ka dhyan sirf Amit par tha. Asha ke mann mein hazaron khayal daud rahe the. Kuch der baad, teeno sex video dekhne lage, jisse unka mahol aur bhi garam ho gaya.

"Uff, Amit Bhaiya," Malavika ne dheere se kaha, apni t-shirt aur jeans utarte hue. Usne Amit ko smooch karne lagi, jisse Asha aur sharma gayi. Asha ke mann mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi, vo soch rahi thi, 'Yeh sab kaise ho raha hai? Malavika aur Bhaiya... Yeh theek nahi hai.'

"Chalo, main tumhein ek dare deti hoon," Malavika ne kaha, "Sab ek sath kapde utarenge blanket ke andar." Background mein, ek sexy sa background music bajne laga, jiska mahol aur bhi garam ho gaya.

"Malavika, yeh bilkul pagalpan hai!" Amit ne kaha, par Malavika ki aankhon mein ek shararati chamak thi, jisse usne Amit ko samajhaya ki vo serious nahi hai. Asha ne apne dil ki dhadkan rokne ki koshish ki, par uska mann ab bhi anjaane me chanchal tha.

7 - 8

"Main nahi... main nahi karungi yeh sab," Asha ne naa karte hue kaha, apne aap ko blanket mein aur jyada chhupa leti hai. Amit bhi thoda sa confused ho jaata hai, lekin Malavika ka irada kuch aur hi tha.

"Arre yaar, itna sharmao mat," Malavika kehti hai, mobile ka torch on karke under the blanket jagah banati hai. Usne dheere se apne undergarments utare aur bilkul nangi ho gayi. Asha aur Amit dono ke chehre par ek ajeeb si expression aa gayi thi. Amit toh yeh dekh ke josh mein aa gaya aur bina kuch soche samjhe, apne kapde utar deta hai.

"Malavika... yeh theek nahi hai," Asha kehta hai, apni cuteness ke saath sharmana bhi naa chhod pa rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi, jaise vo kisi nayi pehchan ko khoj rahi ho.

"Chal Asha, ab teri baari," Malavika kehti hai, "shara mat lado, apne bhai ko apna sharir dikhane mein." Asha ko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki vo kya kare. Vo na chahte hue bhi uski baat maan leti hai.

Malavika Asha ke paas aati hai aur pyaar se usse pakadti hai. Asha ke mann mein hazaron khayal daud rahe the. 'Kyun kar rahi hoon main yeh sab? Kya mujhe yeh karna chahiye?' Malavika ne dheere se Asha ke kapde utarne shuru kiye, jaise kisi khoobsurat kali ko khilne de rahi ho.

"Malavika... please..." Asha kehti hai, lekin Malavika ka irada ab bhi wahi tha. Vo Asha ki shararat bhari nazron se kehti hai, "Asha, hum yahaan ek saath hain, aur kuch galat nahi hai ismein. Humein bas ek doosre ke saath enjoy karna hai."

Amit, Malavika aur Asha ka mahol ab poori tarah badal chuka tha. Unke beech mein ek ajeeb si garmi thi, jo unhein ek doosre ke kareeb le ja rahi thi. Kya yeh sab theek hai? Ya phir yeh sirf ek pal ki masti thi? Yeh toh waqt hi batayega.

9 - 10

The flickering light from Malavika's mobile torch illuminated the cozy space under the thick blanket, casting an eerie glow on the three of them. They could see each other's bodies more clearly now, and it was hard for Amit to look away from the sight before him. Asha's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she tried to cover herself, but Malavika had other plans.

"Relax, Asha," Malavika whispered, leaning in to place a tender smooch on her cousin's lips. The intimate gesture caught Asha off guard, and her eyes widened in surprise. Malavika continued, gently nibbling and sucking on her lower lip before trailing soft kisses down her neck.

"Malavika... what are you doing?" Asha stammered, her voice barely audible.

"Shh, just enjoy," Malavika replied seductively, moving her lips further down to caress Asha's breasts. She licked and suckled on her nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from Asha, who couldn't help but moan at the pleasurable sensation.

"Ah... Malavika... please..." Asha whimpered, her voice betraying a mix of arousal and uncertainty. Amit watched the erotic display with wide eyes, unable to tear his gaze away. He knew he should step in and stop this, but his body betrayed him, responding eagerly to the sight.

"Damn, this is hot," Malavika murmured, grinning wickedly, as she slid a hand between Asha's legs and began teasing her folds with expert precision. Asha's breath hitched, her protests giving way to involuntary moans of pleasure.

"Malavika, stop... please... don't make me do this in front of Amit," Asha pleaded weakly, but her body language told a different story. Her hips instinctively bucked against Malavika's skilled fingers, seeking more of the delicious friction.

"Relax, sweetheart," Malavika cooed, her voice dripping with sensual confidence. "We're all in this together, remember?" She glanced over at Amit, who was watching them intently, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and shock. "Amit, why don't you join us?"

"Malavika... I-I don't know if I can do this," Amit stuttered, torn between desire and loyalty to his sister. However, as he watched Malavika expertly pleasure Asha, he found it increasingly difficult to resist the temptation.

"Alright, let's add some background music to set the mood," Malavika suggested, reaching for her phone and playing a sultry, slow-tempo song. The seductive tune filled their ears, adding another layer of sensuality to the charged atmosphere.

Slowly, almost tentatively, Amit reached out and brushed his fingertips along Asha's thigh, moving upward until he joined Malavika in teasing his sister's folds. Asha's breath hitched again, her moans growing louder as she became more and more lost in the intense pleasure coursing through her body. The three of them were now fully immersed in the moment, the outside world forgotten as they explored new boundaries of intimacy and desire.

11 - 12

"Alright, Amit," Malavika said with a wicked grin, licking her lips sensuously as she held his now fully-erect member in her hand. "Who do you want to fuck first?"

Asha's cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, and she instinctively looked away, too embarrassed to meet her brother's gaze. Amit hesitated, clearly torn between his physical desires and the inherent moral conflict that arose from the situation.

"Come here, Asha," Malavika purred, beckoning the younger girl towards her. As Asha reluctantly approached, Malavika pulled her into her lap, cradling her head against her ample chest as she began to knead Asha's tender breasts, her fingers expertly teasing the sensitive nipples. Asha whimpered helplessly, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

"See how beautiful your sister is, Amit?" Malavika asked, as she deftly parted Asha's thighs and spread her slick, pink folds with her fingers. "Isn't her pussy just perfect?"

Amit couldn't help but stare at the sight before him: his innocent sister, laid bare and vulnerable, her most private areas on display for his scrutiny. The conflicting emotions roiled within him, battling for dominance.

"Tonight, Amit," Malavika continued, her voice dripping with seductive malice, "both of these holes are yours." She gently tugged at Asha's delicate, untouched entrance, then boldly spread her ass cheeks to reveal the tight, unexplored opening there. The depravity of it all fueled Malavika's dark intentions, knowing full well that she was corrupting the bond between brother and sister.

As Amit tried to process the situation, he found himself wondering what had brought them to this point. What kind of person was he becoming? Could he really go through with this? He searched his sister's eyes for any sign of resistance, but saw only a mixture of fear, curiosity, and shameful desire.

"Malavika," Amit began, his voice wavering with uncertainty and guilt, "I don't know if I can..."

"Shh," Malavika whispered, cutting him off with a gentle finger against his lips. "Don't overthink it, Amit. Just let yourself enjoy the moment."

Asha's soft whimpers filled his ears as Malavika continued to caress her body, and he found it increasingly difficult to resist the temptation. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with thoughts both thrilling and terrifying.

"Make your choice, Amit," Malavika urged, her dark eyes gleaming with anticipation.

As Amit looked between Asha and Malavika, the weight of the decision bearing down on him, he knew that there was no turning back. This night would change their relationships forever, and he could only hope that they would be able to find some semblance of normalcy after it all.

13 - 14

Asha buried her face in Malavika's ample bosom, seeking refuge from the intense shame that threatened to consume her. Her heart raced as she felt Amit's hot breath on her thighs, spreading warmth through her entire body. The dimly lit room seemed to close in on them, heightening the tension of the situation.

"Come on, Amit," Malavika commanded softly, gripping his head and guiding him towards Asha's quivering lips. "Taste your sister."

With a mixture of hesitation and curiosity, Amit tentatively ran his tongue along Asha's folds, causing her to gasp and tremble. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over him - guilt, excitement, and an undeniable hunger for more.

"Good boy," Malavika purred, her fingers gently stroking the side of Amit's face. "Now, don't forget about her other hole. Give it some attention too."

"Malavika, I don't know if I should..." Amit began to protest, but the look in Malavika's eyes told him that there was no backing out now.

"Trust me," she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction. "You'll love it, and so will she."

Swallowing his apprehensions, Amit moved his attentions to Asha's untouched entrance, tentatively teasing the rim with his tongue. The sensation sent shivers down Asha's spine, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.

As Amit continued to explore the forbidden territory, Malavika took matters into her own hands, expertly stroking his arousal. The combination of her touch and the taboo nature of their actions pushed Amit further into a frenzy.

"Is this what you wanted, Malavika?" Amit thought bitterly, cursing his inability to resist her manipulations. "To see me lose control like this?"

Despite his internal turmoil, Amit couldn't deny the lustful hunger that drove him to continue. He was lost in a whirlwind of desire, unable to escape its grip.

"Malavika, please," Asha whimpered, her voice barely audible under the weight of her mounting arousal and humiliation. "I can't take this..."

"Shh, sweetie," Malavika cooed, her eyes locked on Amit's as he continued his exploration. "Just let go and enjoy it. This is our little secret."

As all three of them teetered on the edge of their desires, they knew that there was no turning back. The night had changed them forever, and only time would tell if their relationships could withstand the aftermath.

15 - 16

"Alright, Amit bhaiya," Malavika purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she stared at him intently. "Remember what I said – you have to go through Asha first if you want me." Her words hung in the air, heavy with unsaid possibilities.

Amit couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and shame, mixed with an undeniable arousal. He glanced at his younger sister, who lay beside him, her cheeks flushed and eyes downcast. The vulnerability in her gaze stirred something within him, making it impossible to deny his own desires any longer.

"Malavika, I don't know if I can do this…" he whispered, his voice laced with uncertainty. "Asha is my sister…"

"Trust me, Amit bhaiya," Malavika reassured him, her tone dripping with honeyed sweetness. "It will be amazing for all of us."

Asha, still silent, looked up at her brother with pleading eyes, her body trembling slightly. Amit felt a jolt of electricity pass through him at the sight of her, his resolve wavering.

"Fine," he agreed hesitantly, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart.

"Good," Malavika grinned triumphantly, her hands deftly guiding Amit's throbbing arousal towards Asha's entrance. She paused for a moment, drawing out the anticipation before finally pushing him inside.

"Uff, bhaiya…dheere," Asha gasped, her delicate fingers gripping the sheets tightly as her body adjusted to the intrusion. The sound of her voice sent shivers down Amit's spine, igniting his passion further.

As they began to move together, guided by Malavika's expert hand, their breaths mingled in the cold, dimly lit room. Their connection grew stronger with each passing moment, the intimacy of their actions binding them together in ways they had never imagined.

"Are you enjoying this, Amit bhaiya?" Malavika whispered in his ear, her voice sultry and taunting. "Is this what you always wanted – to take your sister like this?"

Amit couldn't answer, his mind clouded by lust and shame. He focused solely on the sensations coursing through his body, desperate to escape the reality of what he was doing.

"Malavika, stop it…" Asha murmured weakly from beneath him, her face contorted with a mix of pleasure and pain. "Please…"

"Shh, don't worry, my sweet," Malavika soothed, brushing a stray lock of hair from Asha's face. "Just let go and enjoy the moment."

As they continued their forbidden dance, driven by desire and spurred on by Malavika's insistent whispers, Amit couldn't help but wonder how they had reached this point. How had he allowed himself to be manipulated so easily? And more importantly, how would they ever come back from this?

"Say that you want me, Amit bhaiya," Malavika coaxed, her breath hot against his neck. "Tell me that this is everything you've ever dreamed of."

"Malavika, I…" Amit hesitated, his pulse racing and body trembling with desire. But even as he succumbed to the carnal pleasures of the night, the weight of his guilt and confusion remained, casting a dark shadow over the fragile happiness they shared in each other's arms.

17 - 18

Amit's breathing grew heavy as he continued to thrust into Asha, her body rocking with each movement. The room filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking, the intimacy between them tainted by Malavika's dark and twisted desires. Each moan that escaped Asha's lips sent a shiver down Amit's spine, reminding him of the forbidden nature of their actions.

"See, Asha?" Malavika whispered, her voice sultry and malicious. "Your brother loves you so much. He's never made me feel this good."

Asha closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to ignore the cruel words being hurled at her. But deep down, she couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through her veins, even if it was born from such a twisted act.

"Enough, Malavika," Amit grunted, his voice strained with effort. He wanted to protect Asha from any further torment, but his body refused to obey his mind's commands. His movements only grew more intense, driven by an insatiable hunger he couldn't control.

"Fine," Malavika sighed, feigning disappointment. "But don't you want to make your sister feel even better, Amit bhaiya?"

She reached for the Vaseline on the nightstand, a wicked gleam in her eye. Asha's heart raced with fear as Malavika coated her fingers in the slippery substance and parted her cheeks, exposing her most private area to her brother's gaze.

"Turn over, Asha," Malavika commanded, her tone both seductive and menacing. "Let your brother have a taste of something new."

Asha hesitated for a moment, her face flushed with embarrassment. But as she looked into Amit's conflicted eyes, she knew they had come too far to turn back now. Reluctantly, she rolled onto her stomach, giving her brother access to the part of her that had remained untouched until now.

"Malavika, I don't know if..." Amit began, his voice trembling with doubt and shame. But Malavika was relentless in her pursuit of corrupting their innocence.

"Every girl deserves to be loved completely," she whispered into Amit's ear, her breath hot against his skin. "And you should be the one to give her that love."

Asha tensed as she felt Amit's hands on her hips, lifting her slightly. Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts, none of them clear enough to grasp. But amidst the chaos, one thing was certain - she felt helpless and vulnerable under her brother's touch.

"Relax, Asha," Malavika cooed, as if sensing her distress. "Tonight, your brother will take care of everything."

The room seemed to grow hotter by the second, the air thick with tension and desire. As Amit hesitantly prepared to cross the final boundary, he couldn't help but wonder how they would ever find their way back from the precipice they now teetered upon.

19 - 20

Amit's heart hammered in his chest as he carefully eased himself into Asha's untouched entrance, his face a mixture of lust and regret. The dim light from Malavika's mobile phone cast eerie shadows across the room, heightening the intensity of the situation. Amit could feel every labored breath Asha took, and as he began to move slowly inside her, her vulnerability was palpable.

"See, it's not so bad," Malavika whispered, her eyes glinting wickedly as she captured the intimate moment on her phone. She knew they were crossing the point of no return, but the thrill of watching them only fueled her desire for more.

"Please... stop recording," Asha whimpered, her voice barely audible amidst the sound of their heavy breathing. But Malavika only smirked and continued filming, her finger tapping away at the screen to zoom in on their flushed faces and tangled limbs.

"Relax, my dear cousin," Malavika said slyly. "You'll want to remember this night forever."

As Amit picked up the pace, each deep thrust sending a shiver down Asha's spine, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of monster he had become. He had never imagined that he would be capable of such an act, especially with his own sister. The thought clawed at his conscience like a relentless beast, but the primal urge to continue was too strong to resist.

"Malavika, I don't think I can do this anymore," Amit choked out, his mind warring with his body. "This is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this."

"Remember, Amit," Malavika cooed, her voice dripping with manipulation. "Raksha Bandhan is coming up soon, and if you want me, you'll make sure Asha has something to celebrate, too."

Amit hesitated, his heart aching with guilt and confusion. But as he glanced down at Asha's tear-streaked face, something inside him snapped. He couldn't bear to see her in pain any longer. With a final, anguished groan, Amit released himself deep within Asha, the overwhelming sensation of shame and pleasure intermingling like oil and water.

"Was it really worth it?" Amit asked himself silently, his chest tightening with remorse. The consequences of their actions weighed heavily on his soul, and he knew that they would never be able to escape the shadows of this fateful night.

"Trust me," Malavika whispered, a sinister smile spreading across her lips as she saved the video on her phone. "This is just the beginning."

21 - 22

Amit couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh at Malavika's words. As he looked over at Asha, her flushed cheeks and downcast eyes made it clear that she was just as embarrassed by the situation as he was. Despite everything, Amit felt a strange sense of camaraderie with his sister in this shared awkwardness.

"Malavika, you're unbelievable," Amit managed to say through his laughter, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Yeh sab kuch tumhari wajah se hua hai, Malavika," Asha chimed in, smiling shyly as she playfully nudged her cousin. Her voice quivered slightly, betraying her lingering unease.

"Arre, maine toh bas mazaak kiya tha! Lekin ab dekho, kitna achha time spend kar rahe ho dono saath mein," Malavika responded nonchalantly as she teasingly put Amit's member back into her mouth. She gave him a sultry wink, then added with a mischievous grin, "Waise, ye video baad mein zaroor dikhana, haan?"

"Malavika!" Asha squealed, her face turning an even deeper shade of red.

"Chalo, ab so jaate hain. Kal ka din bhi lamba hoga, aur bahut saari yaadein banani hain," Malavika declared, finally relenting as she snuggled up against Amit.

The three of them settled beneath the warm blanket, their naked bodies pressed together in the chilly hill station air. Despite the bizarre turn of events, they found solace in each other's embrace, their bond as siblings and cousins reaffirmed in this vulnerable moment.

"Is trip ko kabhi bhool nahi paayenge, hai na?" Amit pondered aloud, his voice heavy with emotion.

"Haan, ye toh sach hai," Asha agreed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Lekin humne ek doosre ko samjha aur pyar kiya...aur yahi toh sabse important hai."

As they drifted off to sleep, the memory of their taboo night etched into their minds, they knew that the love and understanding they shared as a family would always triumph over any challenge or misadventure. And in the end, it was this unwavering bond that resonated with the audience most profoundly, making their story a beloved romantic comedy for the ages.