“Oh, you’re here! Brother,” I exclaimed as I swung open the door of my apartment. My eyes lit up like the neon signs outside.
Anish, my cousin brother, had arrived earlier than I expected, but I had been eagerly awaiting his visit.
“Anish, it’s been so long!” I exclaimed, stepping aside to let him in.
“Sandhya, you haven’t changed a bit,” he said, looking me over in a way that made my cheeks flush.
I closed the door without any warning. I found myself hugging him, my body pressing against his firm chest.
“What’s gotten into you, Sandhya?” he whispered into my ear, his breath hot against my neck.
“I-I don’t know,” I stuttered, pulling away slightly, trying to compose myself. “It’s just…seeing you after so many years.”
“Well, I’m flattered,” he said, his voice low and smooth like silk, his eyes never leaving mine. “You look absolutely stunning.” His gaze lingered on my lips.
For a moment, I blushed even more. My heart was hammering in my chest like a drum. “Thank you, Anish,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper.
“You’re welcome,” he replied, his tone dropping an octave. “But you know, I’ve always had a special place in my heart for you, Sandhya.”
“Mommy, who is that?” My daughter’s innocent voice shattered the heated moment like a cold shower. We both jumped apart. Anish’s eyes sparkled with a teasing light as if enjoying the sudden intrusion.
“That’s your Mama’s cousin,” I managed to say, my voice a tad shakier than usual.
As the evening progressed, we all sat around the dinner table, sharing stories and laughter. The banter was sprinkled with erotic undertones that only Anish and I seemed to notice. My husband, Prijesh, was oblivious, his mind likely preoccupied with work.
Prijesh, tired from the day’s work, kissed me goodnight and disappeared into our bedroom. My daughter, yawning widely, climbed into bed. I tucked her in, and she went to sleep.
“Anish,” I called out, trying to sound casual, “are you comfortable on the couch?”
He looked up from his phone. The glow of the screen was casting a soft blue hue across his features. “It’s fine, Sandhya. Thanks for letting me stay.”
“No problem,” I replied, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach. “Let me get you a blanket.”
As I walked to the bedroom, I could feel the weight of Anish’s gaze on my back. His eyes traced the curve of my hips and the sway of my waist.
“Here you go,” I said, handing him the blanket. Our fingers brushed together for a fraction of a second.
“Thanks, sis,” he said, his voice thick with something unspoken.
“So, what brings you to Dubai?” I asked Anish, my voice a soft purr. I sat down next to him on the couch.
“Business, mostly,” he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. “But I couldn’t resist the chance to see my favourite cousin.”
I leaned closer, feeling the heat of his body, our legs brushing against each other. “So you didn’t call or visit me over 3 years?” I teased, my voice low and filled with curiosity.
“You know how it is,” Anish said, his eyes glinting with a hint of challenge. “But I’ve been thinking about you every day.”
I felt a thrill at his words, a sensation that was both taboo and tantalizing. “Is that so?” I murmured, my eyes dropping to his full lips. “What kind of thoughts have you been having?”
“The kind that would make you blush,” Anish said with a smouldering smile.
“Do tell,” I replied, leaning in closer, my heart racing as I felt the warmth of his leg against mine.
Anish’s hand reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from my face. “The kind of thoughts that keep me up at night,” he said, his voice a soft growl that sent shivers down my spine. Our faces were now so close that our breaths mingled in the air between us.
“What kind of thoughts are those?” I whispered, my voice trembling. Without saying another word, Anish leaned in, closing the gap between us. His lips met mine in a kiss that was as surprising as it was fiery.
The kiss was deep, his tongue exploring the recesses of my mouth, his hands pulling me closer to him. I responded with an intensity that surprised even me. My hands tangled in his hair, my body arching into his touch.
“Anish, what are we doing?” I asked, my voice filled with a mix of shock and longing.
“I’m not sure,” he said, his eyes dark with passion. “But I know that I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”
And before I could respond, he kissed me again. This time, his hands slid down my body, tracing the curves. The kiss grew more intense, and I found myself melting into it, unable to resist the allure of his touch. His hands began to wander, one cupping my breast through my shirt.
His thumb brushed against my hardening nipple. My question hung unanswered in the air, but the passionate way he held me spoke volumes. His hand slipped under my shirt. His fingers danced over my bare flesh, setting my skin alight with a fire.
“Anish,” I whispered, trying to regain control over my racing thoughts. But his lips only moved to my ear, whispering sweet nothings that sent shivers down my spine. His hand continued to caress my breast, his thumb now flicking my nipple with a gentle yet firm pressure.
The kiss grew more urgent. His tongue explores the depths of my mouth as if he were searching for something precious within me. My body responded instinctively, arching into his touch. My own hands slid down his broad back, feeling the tension in his muscles.
As we kissed, Anish’s hand travelled lower. His fingertips grazed my waist before slipping under the band of my nighty pants. “Anish, we can’t,” I breathed, even as my body betrayed me, pushing closer to him. He ignored my protest, his kiss deepening, his hand finding its way to my bare thigh.
Suddenly, his hand was no longer just caressing my skin. It had ventured further up, reaching the apex of my thighs. I felt the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of my panties, and the pressure grew. “Anish,” I murmured, my voice thick with lust. “We can’t do this.”
But my legs widened of their own accord, giving him the access he desired. My hand found its way to his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart. “Why can’t we, Sandhya?” Anish murmured. His breath was hot against my ear. His hand, now between my legs, began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
“Because…because we’re brother and sister,” I protested weakly, my voice lost in the fog of desire that was quickly consuming me.
“Cousins,” Anish corrected, his voice a low.
“But it feels like more,” I breathed. My eyes closed as his thumb found my pussy through the fabric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
“It’s always been more,” Anish murmured, his teeth grazing my earlobe. His hand moved to the waistband of my pyjama. With a single deft motion, he slid them down my legs. Now I am wearing a T-shirt, bra and panties only.
“What if Prijesh wakes up?” I whispered. The fear of discovery only added to the excitement coursing through me.
Anish chuckled lowly. “He’s a heavy sleeper, remember?” His fingers danced over the lace of my panties, the anticipation driving me wild. His fingers played with the lace of my panties, sending delicious shivers through me.
“Anish,” I whispered, “What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned closer, his breath warm and moist against my inner thigh. His tongue traced the outline of my pussy through the wet fabric, and I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped my lips.
“Anish,” I murmured, my voice thick with need. His tongue darted out, licking along the fabric, teasing my sensitive skin.
“Shh,” Anish whispered, his eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and mischief. “Let’s not wake your husband.” His mouth watered at the thought of tasting me, his tongue eager to explore the sweetness.
With trembling hands, I reached down to help him, my fingers slipping under the elastic of my panties. Together, we pulled them aside, revealing my bare, glistening flesh to the cool air. Anish’s eyes widened at the sight, his gaze greedy as he took in my most intimate parts.
“Your pussy is so beautiful, Sandhya,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
“Oh, Anish,” I gasped, my voice trembling with excitement as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmured, his tongue flicking out to taste the essence of my desire.
“Anish,” I gasped as he began to devour me, his mouth moving in a rhythm that was both tender and demanding.
“Mm,” he murmured, his tongue lapping at my folds with a hunger that was as surprising as it was erotic.
“Oh, Anish,” I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair. His mouth felt like heaven. I couldn’t help but arch my back, offering him more of me to savour.
“Mm, yes,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against my skin, sending shivers through my core. “So sweet, so delicious.” His tongue danced around my pussy, teasing me mercilessly.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, my hips rocking against his mouth. The feeling of his tongue delving into my wetness was almost unbearable. “Anish, you’re making me crazy.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. Then his tongue was back to work, tracing patterns that had me writhing with pleasure. “Anish,” I breathed my voice a mix of ecstasy and desperation. His fingers slid into my wetness. I moaned at the feeling of being filled by him.
“Mm, you’re so tight, Sandhya,” he murmured. His thumb circled my pussy, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure. His fingers explored my depths.
“Anish,” I panted, my voice a desperate whine. He curled his fingers inside me, finding that magical spot that sent bolts of pleasure through my body.
“You’re so wet for me, Sandhya.” Anish’s voice was a seductive purr. His fingers danced in and out of me, his tongue never leaving my pussy.
“Yes, yes,” I whimpered, my hips bucking against his face. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” Anish growled, his tongue delving deeper into my pussy. His fingers pumped in and out of me, the double penetration sending me spiralling towards the edge.
“Anish, I can’t take it,” I gasped, my body trembling with the force of my impending orgasm.
“Mm, I can feel you are getting closer,” he murmured, his fingers working me like a maestro conducting a symphony of pleasure. “Cum for me, Sandhya.”
His tongue was relentless, swirling and flicking with an expertise that left me panting and begging. “Oh, Anish,” I gasped, my eyes squeezed shut. “I’m going to…”
“Come for me,” he murmured, his voice muffled against my sensitive flesh. And with that, I shattered into a million pieces, my body convulsing with the intense orgasm.
“Anish,” I whimpered, my nails digging into the couch cushion as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
“Mm, that’s it,” he murmured, his voice a sweet symphony of victory and satisfaction. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”
He kissed my thighs, his warm breath fanning against my sensitive skin. “Your turn, Sandhya,” Anish said, his voice a seductive whisper. He took my hand and guided it to his cock, his eyes never leaving mine.
“But…” I began, my voice trailing off. I felt his erection, hard and throbbing under my fingertips. It was impossible to ignore the desire pulsing between us.
“Come on, Sis,” Anish said with a smug smile, his voice thick with lust. I looked at him, my eyes wide with both shock and arousal. “What are you saying?”
“I want to feel your sweet mouth on me.” Anish’s words were like a siren’s song, luring me into the dark waters of our forbidden desire. My hand, still shaking from the aftermath of my orgasm, wrapped around his hard shaft.
“You’re so big,” I murmured, the erotic words slipping out as I stared at his cock, standing tall and proud before me.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment.” Anish’s voice was a gruff whisper filled with longing.
My hand tightened around his shaft, feeling the heat and power of him as he gently guided me down. My heart raced as I leaned in, my mouth hovering above his cock. I took a deep breath, the scent of his arousal intoxicating me.
“Suck me, sis,” Anish whispered, his voice a seductive coax. And with trembling lips, I did just that, taking him into my mouth. “Mm, Sandhya,” Anish groaned, his hand fisting in my hair. “That’s it, take it all in.”
His words were a delicious mix of affection and erotic command, making me feel both naughty and cherished. My mouth moved over him, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock, feeling his pulse quicken with every stroke. His breath grew ragged as I took him deeper.
“Suck it deep,” Anish groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You know how much I’ve wanted this.” I took him as deep as I could, my throat contracting around his length, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Mm, yes,” Anish groaned, his hand tight in my hair. “That’s it, sis.”
“Your cock is so thick,” I murmured around his length, my voice muffled. The words came out as a moan, and I felt him throb in response.
“Mm, that’s right,” Anish encouraged, his voice a deep rumble. “Keep going, sis.”
I took him out of my mouth, my saliva glistening on his shaft.
“You’re so good at this,” Anish murmured, his eyes hooded with lust. His hand slid down my back, over the curve of my ass, and he pulled me closer. “Sandhya,” Anish murmured, his eyes dark with need. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.”
He kissed me again, his tongue delving into my mouth as if claiming me. “Anish,” I whispered, my body betraying me, my legs spreading to allow him closer. His hand slipped down to my wetness, and he groaned at the feel of my desire.
“Sandhya,” he murmured, his eyes dark with lust, “you’re so wet for me, so ready.” His words were a sweet mix of brotherly affection and erotic need. He kissed me again, his teeth grazing my skin. “I need to be inside you, Sandhya.”
“Anish,” I gasped, the desire in his voice making it impossible for me to resist. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees, the couch cushion moulding to my body.
“Spread those legs for me, sis,” Anish said, his voice a seductive growl. I obeyed, feeling the leather cool against my skin as he positioned himself behind me. “Mm, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his hand sliding between my thighs. His thumb brushed against my pussy, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Do you want your brother to fuck you?”
“Anish,” I moaned, the word both a protest and a plea. “This isn’t right.” But his touch was too tempting, and I found myself pushing back against him.
“It feels pretty right to me,” Anish said, his voice gruff with need. He slid his cock through my wetness, the tip teasing my entrance.
“But we’re…” I began, but my words were cut off by a moan as he pushed into me, inch by inch. His cock stretched me, filling me.
“So good, Sandhya,” Anish groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “So fucking good.”
“Anish,” I moaned, my voice muffled against the couch cushion. “It’s wrong.”
“You feel so right, sis,” he murmured, his hand caressing my back. His cock slid in and out of my pussy, his strokes deep and sure.
“Anish, oh god,” I whimpered, my body shaking with pleasure.
“Call me brother,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “It turns me on.” His cock slammed into me from behind, his hands tight on my hips as he thrust deep and hard.
“Mm, brother,” I moaned, the word feeling strange on my tongue. Anish’s fingers played with the tight ring of my asshole, sending a jolt of unexpected pleasure through me.
“You like that, sis?” he whispered, his voice a dark promise. “Do you want me to fuck you there too?”
“Anish,” I moaned, the idea both terrifying and exhilarating. “No, please, it’s too much.”
He chuckled darkly. “Call me brother, Sandhya.”
“Brother,” I gasped. His cock felt like it was splitting me in two, and every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body.
“Mm, that’s it,” he murmured, his voice a sweet symphony of affection and erotic need. “Call me brother when I make you cum.”
“Brother,” I gasped, my voice thick with desire. His cock was a piston in my pussy, driving me closer to the edge with every stroke.
“You like that, sis?” Anish asked, his voice a smug rumble. “You like it when your brother fucks you hard?”
“Mm, brother,” I moaned, the illicitness of his words sending a fresh wave of desire through me.
“Do you like that, sis?” Anish asked, his voice a low growl. “Do you like calling me brother while I fuck you?”
“Mm, brother,” I moaned, unable to deny the thrill of our forbidden union. “It feels so good.”
Anish’s grip on my hips tightened, his cock sliding out of me with a wet pop. “Want to ride me, sis?” he suggested, his voice thick with lust. I looked back at him, my eyes wide with surprise and arousal. “Ride you?” I repeated, my voice a soft moan.
“Mm, yes,” Anish urged, his eyes dark with lust as he pumped his cock. “Sit on me, sis.” With trembling legs, I straddled him, his cock standing proud and thick between us. “Brother,” I whispered, the word feeling like a dark secret shared only between us.
“Mm, that’s it,” Anish encouraged, his hands reaching up to cup my breasts. “Take your brother’s cock, Sandhya.” With trembling hands, I guided his cock to my pussy, feeling his heat and size. I hovered there for a moment, savouring the forbidden thrill of what was about to happen.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I lowered myself onto him, my pussy stretching to accommodate his thickness. “Brother,” I moaned, the word rolling off my tongue as erotic and taboo as the act itself.
“Mm, sis,” Anish encouraged. “Take me all in.” With a deep breath, I lowered myself onto him, feeling his thickness fill me up, the sensation both overwhelming and exhilarating.
“Brother,” I gasped.
“Mm, sis,” Anish murmured, his hands cupping my breasts. “You’re so tight.”
I began to rock my hips, sliding up and down his cock, feeling every inch of him fill me. His eyes were on my breasts, watching them bounce with every movement of my bra.
“Mm, that’s it,” he groaned, his hands gripping my ass. “Fuck me, sis. Mm, Sandhya,” Anish groaned, his eyes locked on our joined bodies. “Your pussy feels like heaven.”
“Brother,” I moaned. I began to move faster, my hips rising and falling. I fucked him with an intensity that surprised even me. “Mm, sis,” Anish groaned, “I want to fuck your tits and cum on them.”
“Brother,” I murmured, my voice shaking with a mix of lust and disbelief. “You’re so naughty.” Anish’s hands slid up my body, his thumbs tracing the edge of my bra. “Let’s get these off, sis,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. With trembling hands, I reached behind and unclipped the clasp.
The fabric fell away, and my breasts spilt into his waiting palms. His eyes widened at the sight of them, his hunger evident. Anish leaned up, his cock slipping out of me with a wet pop. He took my nipple into his mouth, suckling it gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
“Mm,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection and sensuality. “So sweet.”
“Brother,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same tender attention.
“Mm, sis,” Anish murmured, his voice thick with desire. His hand reached down to stroke his cock, now slick with our combined juices. “You’re so beautiful.”
He leaned in closer, his cock hovering above my breasts. “Now, let me fuck these pretty tits of yours.” I nodded, my chest rising and falling with anticipation.
“Mm, yes, brother,” I murmured, leaning back to give him full access to my breasts. Anish’s eyes lit up with excitement as he lined up his cock with my cleavage. He slid it back and forth, the tip leaving a trail of precum on my skin.
“Brother,” I whispered, the word a mix of affection and desire. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck these perfect tits of yours,” he said, his voice a low rumble.
He took his cock in hand and placed it between my breasts.
“Brother,” I murmured, the word both a warning and an invitation. I watched, breathless, as he began to thrust his cock between my breasts. He squeezed them together, creating a tight tunnel for the tit fuck. His cock slid faster and faster between them.
“Mm, Sandhya,” he murmured, his voice a mix of kinky affection and raw lust. “Your tits are perfect.” He pumped his cock faster, the head disappearing and reappearing with each stroke. With a final, powerful thrust, Anish’s cock erupted, painting my breasts with ropes of hot cum.
“Sandhya,” he groaned, his voice a mix of satisfaction and release.
“Brother,” I murmured, watching as he stroked his cock, his cum coating my skin. The sight was both shocking and thrilling.
“Mm, sis,” Anish said with a contented smile, “you look so beautiful with my cum on your tits.”
I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at his words. The taboo act adds an extra layer of excitement to our encounter.
“Mm, let’s get you cleaned up,” Anish said, his eyes lingering on my cum-covered breasts before he bent down to kiss me. He took the panties off the floor, his eyes dark with desire as he held them up to me. “These are mine now, sis,” he murmured, his voice thick with erotic promise.
“Brother,” I whispered, my cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. “What will you do with them?”
Anish grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I’ll think of something,” he said, his voice dripping with erotic intent. He took the damp fabric and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. “They smell like heaven.”
“Keeping a souvenir,” Anish replied, his grin unabashedly wicked. He held the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. “They smell of you, Sandhya.”
“Anish, it is too late. Let’s sleep,” I whispered, my voice a mix of exhaustion and desire.
He nodded, a wicked glint in his eye. “Okay, sis,” he said. He settled on the couch, and I went to the bedroom.
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