In the bustling heart of Mumbai, there lived a young man named Rohan. Rohan was a college student, known for his sharp intellect and even sharper wit. His life was a blend of the vibrant chaos that the city had to offer: the cawing of crows at dawn, the smell of spicy street food wafting through the air, and the constant thrum of the ever-present traffic. Yet, amidst the sound of his daily routine, there was a place where he found solace: the small, cluttered room he called his own.
This sanctuary was soon to be disrupted as his grandparents announced a surprise visit. The flat that Rohan shared with his parents and younger sister, Sheila, was about to become unbearably cramped. With the living room being converted into a makeshift guest room, Rohan was told that he would have to share his personal space with Sheila for the duration of their stay. This was less than ideal, especially given the palpable tension that had been simmering between them since they had become teenagers.
The siblings had always been close, but the bond had transformed into something more complex and electrifying as they grew older. Sheila, now a stunning young woman with a figure that would make even the most stoic of men drop their jaws, had developed a penchant for leaving her door open while she changed. Rohan had done his best to ignore it, burying his face in his books or pretending to be absorbed in his music whenever she did so. But that night, as they lay in the dark, the walls between them felt thinner than ever before.
The heat of the Mumbai summer had crept into their shared room, and the air was thick with the scent of their bodies. Sheila lay on her side of the bed, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath she took. The moonlight trickled in through the small gap in the curtains, casting a soft glow over her bare skin. Her ample breasts, usually hidden beneath layers of fabric, were now outlined by the flimsy fabric of her nightgown. Rohan’s eyes darted to the sight, his thoughts spiraling into forbidden territory.
He knew he should look away, and respect the boundaries that had been drawn for years, but the allure was too strong. Sheila had always been the pretty one, the center of attention, and now, here she was, just a few feet away from him, unguarded and vulnerable. He could hear the soft rustle of her sheets as she shifted in her sleep, and it took every ounce of his willpower not to reach out and touch her.
Rohan’s heart raced as he allowed his eyes to wander further. The way the moonlight played with the shadows on her skin made her look almost ethereal. He knew she wasn’t perfect – she had her own insecurities and fears – but in this moment, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. The room was silent except for the occasional buzz of a mosquito, and he found himself holding his breath, afraid to disturb the delicate balance of the night.
The thin fabric of Sheila’s nightgown clung to her curves, revealing the fullness of her breasts and the slight indentation of her waist. Her hair was a wild mess around her face, framing it like a halo. He had never seen his sister like this before, so exposed and untouched. The urge to touch her was overwhelming, to feel the warmth of her skin and the softness of her hair. He knew he shouldn’t, that it would cross a line they could never uncross, but the desire was like a wild beast inside him, demanding to be set free.
Sweat beaded on Rohan’s forehead as he swallowed hard, trying to convince himself to turn away. But his body refused to listen. His hand, as if it had a mind of its own, reached out and lightly brushed against the fabric covering her chest. Sheila’s breath hitched, but she didn’t wake up. Encouraged, he let his fingers trace the swell of her breasts, feeling the heat of her skin even through the cloth. The fabric was damp with her sweat, and he could feel the rapid thud of her heart beneath his touch.
The sensation was exquisite, and his mind swam with a mix of excitement and guilt. He had fantasized about this moment countless times, but never in a million years did he think it would actually happen. The weight of his hand grew heavier as he cupped his younger sister’s breast, feeling the firmness and the slight give of her flesh beneath his palm. The nipple grew taut as he gently squeezed, and he bit his lower lip to stifle a groan. The room was suffocatingly hot, and the sound of his own breathing seemed to echo off the walls.
Her skin was like velvet, and he marveled at the softness of her areola. He watched as his thumb slid over her nipple, eliciting a faint whimper from Sheila’s lips. He froze, fearing he had woken her, but she remained asleep, lost in the throes of some unknowable dream. The sight of her unconsciously reacting to his touch only served to fuel his desire further. He leaned closer, his breath hot against her neck as he took in her scent – a mix of sweet jasmine and something uniquely her.
Rohan’s other hand found its way to the hem of her nightgown, his fingertips grazing the bare skin of her stomach. He could feel the goosebumps rise as he trailed his hand higher, tracing the line of her hip and over the curve of her waist. The fabric was thin, offering no barrier to the warmth of her body. He paused, his hand hovering just below the swell of her other breast, savoring the moment. It was as if time had stopped, the outside world ceased to exist, and all that was left was the two of them, entwined in the dark.
He closed his eyes, willing himself to remember every sensation, every soft gasp that escaped her lips. His mind was a whirlwind of lust and confusion, but he knew that this was a line he could not uncross. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within him, but his body had a mind of its own. His hand slipped further under the fabric, finally making contact with the bare flesh of her breast. The heat was like a brand, searing his senses and making his entire body ache with need.
Her nipple was a hardened peak, begging for his attention, and he couldn’t resist. He took it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently, feeling it stiffen even more under his touch. Sheila’s body arched slightly, pushing her breast further into his hand, and he felt a bolt of electricity shoot through him. He wanted more, needed more. He leaned closer, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her, of feeling the softness of her skin against his tongue.
The room was a cocoon of heat and need, and the line between reality and fantasy blurred. Rohan’s thoughts were a jumbled mess of shoulds and shouldn’ts, but his body was in charge now. He lowered his head, his breath hot against her skin, and took her nipple into his mouth. She gasped, her hand flying up to his head, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, she held him there, her body quivering as he sucked and teased the sensitive bud.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer, and he took the invitation. His other hand moved to her other breast, kneading and caressing the soft flesh. Sheila’s breathing grew ragged, her body responding to his touch despite the fog of sleep. He could feel her legs parting slightly, giving him room to move closer, to explore more of her. The fabric of her nightgown was the only thing separating them, and it was a barrier he desperately wanted to breach.
The world outside their room melted away, leaving only the two of them, entwined in the darkness. Rohan’s hand slid down her body, tracing the curve of her hip and then inward, along the silky skin of her inner thigh. His touch was tentative at first but grew bolder as she didn’t resist. He reached the apex of her thighs and felt the dampness that had gathered there. She was wet, ready for her brother, and the realization sent a jolt of lust through his body.
Her grip on his hair tightened as he continued to suckle at her breast, his other hand now cupping her sex over her underwear. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the slickness of her arousal seeping through the thin fabric. The sound of her breathing grew louder, and he knew she was awake now, fully aware of what was happening. Yet she didn’t push him away. Instead, she moaned softly, her hips rocking against his hand.
Rohan’s heart pounded in his chest, his cock straining against the fabric of his pajama pants. He wanted nothing more than to strip her bare and claim her as his own, but fear held him back. Fear of what their parents would say, fear of ruining their relationship, fear of the consequences. Yet, here they were, in the throes of passion, unable to resist the pull of desire that had been building between them for years.
He slid his hand under her underwear, his fingers encountering the wetness of his sibling’s pussy. She was soaking wet, and the thought of her being aroused by his touch made him dizzy with lust. He began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles, feeling it swell beneath his fingertips. Sheila’s moans grew louder, and she began to grind against his hand, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
The fabric of her nightgown was damp with her arousal, and Rohan knew that he couldn’t hold back any longer. He slid the gown up over her hips, exposing her completely to his gaze. She was a vision of beauty, her skin bathed in the soft moonlight, her hair a wild tangle around her face. He leaned down, his mouth finding her clit, and she let out a cry of surprise and pleasure. He sucked and licked at her, his tongue exploring her folds, tasting the sweetness of her desire.
Her legs tightened around his head, and she bucked her hips against his mouth, urging him on. His own need was reaching a fever pitch, his cock pulsing with the need to be inside her. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her body tensing with the approaching orgasm. He didn’t stop, didn’t even pause, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. And then she was there, her body convulsing around his mouth, her cries of pleasure echoing in the small room.
Rohan felt a rush of triumph and desire, his cock straining against his pants. He pulled away, his eyes meeting hers. They were wide with shock and arousal, reflecting the moonlight that painted the room. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken questions and answers. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she reached down and unbuttoned his pants, her hand wrapping around his shaft.
He hissed in a breath as she began to stroke him, her hand firm and sure. The feeling was exquisite, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He reached down, helping her to remove his pants, and then her underwear. They were both naked now, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. He positioned himself over her, his cock nudging at her entrance.
Her eyes searched his, seeking reassurance, and he gave it to her with a nod. He knew this was a moment they could never take back, a line that would forever change the landscape of their relationship. Yet, the need was too great to deny. He pushed into her slowly, feeling the resistance give way to acceptance. She was tight, hot, and wet, and the sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced.
They both gasped as he entered her fully, the connection between them stronger than it had ever been. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of her wrapped around him, her nails digging into his back. She was so warm, so alive, and he never wanted this moment to end. He began to move, his hips rocking into hers in a slow, steady rhythm. She matched his pace, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper.
Their movements grew more frantic as the passion overtook them. The bed creaked beneath their weight, a silent testament to their shared secret. Sheila’s breath hitched in her throat, her eyes squeezed shut as she clung to her brother, her body responding to every thrust. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of desire. The tension between them built, a tight coil winding tighter and tighter with every stroke.
Her hands roamed his body, exploring the muscles of his back and the tautness of his ass as he moved above her. The sensation of her nails digging into his skin only spurred him on, driving him deeper into her warmth. He could feel her tightening around him, her body preparing for the release that was fast approaching. Her hips met his in a fierce dance, urging him to go faster, to fill her completely.
Rohan groaned, his control slipping as he gave in to the primal instinct that had taken over. He increased his pace, his cock sliding in and out of his sister with ease now, the sound of their bodies colliding a siren’s song in the quiet of the night. Sheila’s eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto his, the intensity of the moment piercing through the veil of darkness.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and he couldn’t resist the urge to capture one in his hand again, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as the sensation shot straight to her core. He felt her walls tighten around him, her body preparing for the inevitable climax. He knew she was close, and the knowledge sent him hurtling towards his own.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her whimpers of pleasure. Their tongues danced together, a silent conversation of need and want. His hand slid down her body, finding her clit again, and he began to rub it in time with his thrusts. Sheila’s moans grew louder, her body arching off the bed as she reached for the peak of her orgasm.
Rohan could feel the pressure building in his balls, the heat spiraling through his cock. He knew he was close, so close to spilling inside her. The thought was maddening, pushing him to the brink of reason. He broke the kiss, panting heavily, and whispered against her neck, “I’m going to come, Sheila.”
Her only response was a desperate plea, “Don’t stop, Rohan.”
The words were a command that sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over him. He quickened his pace, the sound of their bodies slapping together growing louder. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter until it was a live wire between them, crackling with electricity. Sheila’s breath grew ragged, her eyes screwed shut as she clung to the edge of ecstasy.
Her hand found his ass, her nails digging in, pushing him deeper. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, squeezing, urging him on. His own climax was a fire in his belly, burning white-hot and consuming every last shred of his self-control. He knew he was going to come, and the knowledge sent him hurtling over the precipice.
With a final, desperate thrust, he buried himself inside his younger sister, his cock pulsing as he released his seed. Sheila’s body convulsed around him, her orgasm crashing into her like a wave, sending her spiraling into oblivion. Her nails scored his back, and her teeth sunk into his shoulder, muffling her screams of pleasure. The world outside their room ceased to exist, replaced by the pounding of their hearts and the slick sound of their bodies moving together.
As the last tremors of their shared climax subsided, Rohan collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. They lay there, panting and sticky with sweat, their hearts racing in sync. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with the weight of what they had just done. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the unspoken questions that hung between them.
Finally, Rohan pulled out, his cock slipping from his sister’s body with a wet sound. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. The fan above them spun lazily, sending a weak current of air over their slick skin. Sheila shifted beside him, her hand reaching out to rest on his chest. He could feel the erratic beat of her heart, a mirror to his own.
For a long moment, they lay there, neither speaking nor moving. The only sound was the soft rustle of the sheets and their ragged breathing. The weight of their actions pressed down on them, a heavy blanket of reality that seemed to thicken the air. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and ventured into a place that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
This sanctuary was soon to be disrupted as his grandparents announced a surprise visit. The flat that Rohan shared with his parents and younger sister, Sheila, was about to become unbearably cramped. With the living room being converted into a makeshift guest room, Rohan was told that he would have to share his personal space with Sheila for the duration of their stay. This was less than ideal, especially given the palpable tension that had been simmering between them since they had become teenagers.
The siblings had always been close, but the bond had transformed into something more complex and electrifying as they grew older. Sheila, now a stunning young woman with a figure that would make even the most stoic of men drop their jaws, had developed a penchant for leaving her door open while she changed. Rohan had done his best to ignore it, burying his face in his books or pretending to be absorbed in his music whenever she did so. But that night, as they lay in the dark, the walls between them felt thinner than ever before.
The heat of the Mumbai summer had crept into their shared room, and the air was thick with the scent of their bodies. Sheila lay on her side of the bed, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath she took. The moonlight trickled in through the small gap in the curtains, casting a soft glow over her bare skin. Her ample breasts, usually hidden beneath layers of fabric, were now outlined by the flimsy fabric of her nightgown. Rohan’s eyes darted to the sight, his thoughts spiraling into forbidden territory.
He knew he should look away, and respect the boundaries that had been drawn for years, but the allure was too strong. Sheila had always been the pretty one, the center of attention, and now, here she was, just a few feet away from him, unguarded and vulnerable. He could hear the soft rustle of her sheets as she shifted in her sleep, and it took every ounce of his willpower not to reach out and touch her.
Rohan’s heart raced as he allowed his eyes to wander further. The way the moonlight played with the shadows on her skin made her look almost ethereal. He knew she wasn’t perfect – she had her own insecurities and fears – but in this moment, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. The room was silent except for the occasional buzz of a mosquito, and he found himself holding his breath, afraid to disturb the delicate balance of the night.
The thin fabric of Sheila’s nightgown clung to her curves, revealing the fullness of her breasts and the slight indentation of her waist. Her hair was a wild mess around her face, framing it like a halo. He had never seen his sister like this before, so exposed and untouched. The urge to touch her was overwhelming, to feel the warmth of her skin and the softness of her hair. He knew he shouldn’t, that it would cross a line they could never uncross, but the desire was like a wild beast inside him, demanding to be set free.
Sweat beaded on Rohan’s forehead as he swallowed hard, trying to convince himself to turn away. But his body refused to listen. His hand, as if it had a mind of its own, reached out and lightly brushed against the fabric covering her chest. Sheila’s breath hitched, but she didn’t wake up. Encouraged, he let his fingers trace the swell of her breasts, feeling the heat of her skin even through the cloth. The fabric was damp with her sweat, and he could feel the rapid thud of her heart beneath his touch.
The sensation was exquisite, and his mind swam with a mix of excitement and guilt. He had fantasized about this moment countless times, but never in a million years did he think it would actually happen. The weight of his hand grew heavier as he cupped his younger sister’s breast, feeling the firmness and the slight give of her flesh beneath his palm. The nipple grew taut as he gently squeezed, and he bit his lower lip to stifle a groan. The room was suffocatingly hot, and the sound of his own breathing seemed to echo off the walls.
Her skin was like velvet, and he marveled at the softness of her areola. He watched as his thumb slid over her nipple, eliciting a faint whimper from Sheila’s lips. He froze, fearing he had woken her, but she remained asleep, lost in the throes of some unknowable dream. The sight of her unconsciously reacting to his touch only served to fuel his desire further. He leaned closer, his breath hot against her neck as he took in her scent – a mix of sweet jasmine and something uniquely her.
Rohan’s other hand found its way to the hem of her nightgown, his fingertips grazing the bare skin of her stomach. He could feel the goosebumps rise as he trailed his hand higher, tracing the line of her hip and over the curve of her waist. The fabric was thin, offering no barrier to the warmth of her body. He paused, his hand hovering just below the swell of her other breast, savoring the moment. It was as if time had stopped, the outside world ceased to exist, and all that was left was the two of them, entwined in the dark.
He closed his eyes, willing himself to remember every sensation, every soft gasp that escaped her lips. His mind was a whirlwind of lust and confusion, but he knew that this was a line he could not uncross. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within him, but his body had a mind of its own. His hand slipped further under the fabric, finally making contact with the bare flesh of her breast. The heat was like a brand, searing his senses and making his entire body ache with need.
Her nipple was a hardened peak, begging for his attention, and he couldn’t resist. He took it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently, feeling it stiffen even more under his touch. Sheila’s body arched slightly, pushing her breast further into his hand, and he felt a bolt of electricity shoot through him. He wanted more, needed more. He leaned closer, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her, of feeling the softness of her skin against his tongue.
The room was a cocoon of heat and need, and the line between reality and fantasy blurred. Rohan’s thoughts were a jumbled mess of shoulds and shouldn’ts, but his body was in charge now. He lowered his head, his breath hot against her skin, and took her nipple into his mouth. She gasped, her hand flying up to his head, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, she held him there, her body quivering as he sucked and teased the sensitive bud.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer, and he took the invitation. His other hand moved to her other breast, kneading and caressing the soft flesh. Sheila’s breathing grew ragged, her body responding to his touch despite the fog of sleep. He could feel her legs parting slightly, giving him room to move closer, to explore more of her. The fabric of her nightgown was the only thing separating them, and it was a barrier he desperately wanted to breach.
The world outside their room melted away, leaving only the two of them, entwined in the darkness. Rohan’s hand slid down her body, tracing the curve of her hip and then inward, along the silky skin of her inner thigh. His touch was tentative at first but grew bolder as she didn’t resist. He reached the apex of her thighs and felt the dampness that had gathered there. She was wet, ready for her brother, and the realization sent a jolt of lust through his body.
Her grip on his hair tightened as he continued to suckle at her breast, his other hand now cupping her sex over her underwear. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the slickness of her arousal seeping through the thin fabric. The sound of her breathing grew louder, and he knew she was awake now, fully aware of what was happening. Yet she didn’t push him away. Instead, she moaned softly, her hips rocking against his hand.
Rohan’s heart pounded in his chest, his cock straining against the fabric of his pajama pants. He wanted nothing more than to strip her bare and claim her as his own, but fear held him back. Fear of what their parents would say, fear of ruining their relationship, fear of the consequences. Yet, here they were, in the throes of passion, unable to resist the pull of desire that had been building between them for years.
He slid his hand under her underwear, his fingers encountering the wetness of his sibling’s pussy. She was soaking wet, and the thought of her being aroused by his touch made him dizzy with lust. He began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles, feeling it swell beneath his fingertips. Sheila’s moans grew louder, and she began to grind against his hand, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
The fabric of her nightgown was damp with her arousal, and Rohan knew that he couldn’t hold back any longer. He slid the gown up over her hips, exposing her completely to his gaze. She was a vision of beauty, her skin bathed in the soft moonlight, her hair a wild tangle around her face. He leaned down, his mouth finding her clit, and she let out a cry of surprise and pleasure. He sucked and licked at her, his tongue exploring her folds, tasting the sweetness of her desire.
Her legs tightened around his head, and she bucked her hips against his mouth, urging him on. His own need was reaching a fever pitch, his cock pulsing with the need to be inside her. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her body tensing with the approaching orgasm. He didn’t stop, didn’t even pause, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. And then she was there, her body convulsing around his mouth, her cries of pleasure echoing in the small room.
Rohan felt a rush of triumph and desire, his cock straining against his pants. He pulled away, his eyes meeting hers. They were wide with shock and arousal, reflecting the moonlight that painted the room. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken questions and answers. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she reached down and unbuttoned his pants, her hand wrapping around his shaft.
He hissed in a breath as she began to stroke him, her hand firm and sure. The feeling was exquisite, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He reached down, helping her to remove his pants, and then her underwear. They were both naked now, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. He positioned himself over her, his cock nudging at her entrance.
Her eyes searched his, seeking reassurance, and he gave it to her with a nod. He knew this was a moment they could never take back, a line that would forever change the landscape of their relationship. Yet, the need was too great to deny. He pushed into her slowly, feeling the resistance give way to acceptance. She was tight, hot, and wet, and the sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced.
They both gasped as he entered her fully, the connection between them stronger than it had ever been. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of her wrapped around him, her nails digging into his back. She was so warm, so alive, and he never wanted this moment to end. He began to move, his hips rocking into hers in a slow, steady rhythm. She matched his pace, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper.
Their movements grew more frantic as the passion overtook them. The bed creaked beneath their weight, a silent testament to their shared secret. Sheila’s breath hitched in her throat, her eyes squeezed shut as she clung to her brother, her body responding to every thrust. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of desire. The tension between them built, a tight coil winding tighter and tighter with every stroke.
Her hands roamed his body, exploring the muscles of his back and the tautness of his ass as he moved above her. The sensation of her nails digging into his skin only spurred him on, driving him deeper into her warmth. He could feel her tightening around him, her body preparing for the release that was fast approaching. Her hips met his in a fierce dance, urging him to go faster, to fill her completely.
Rohan groaned, his control slipping as he gave in to the primal instinct that had taken over. He increased his pace, his cock sliding in and out of his sister with ease now, the sound of their bodies colliding a siren’s song in the quiet of the night. Sheila’s eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto his, the intensity of the moment piercing through the veil of darkness.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and he couldn’t resist the urge to capture one in his hand again, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as the sensation shot straight to her core. He felt her walls tighten around him, her body preparing for the inevitable climax. He knew she was close, and the knowledge sent him hurtling towards his own.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her whimpers of pleasure. Their tongues danced together, a silent conversation of need and want. His hand slid down her body, finding her clit again, and he began to rub it in time with his thrusts. Sheila’s moans grew louder, her body arching off the bed as she reached for the peak of her orgasm.
Rohan could feel the pressure building in his balls, the heat spiraling through his cock. He knew he was close, so close to spilling inside her. The thought was maddening, pushing him to the brink of reason. He broke the kiss, panting heavily, and whispered against her neck, “I’m going to come, Sheila.”
Her only response was a desperate plea, “Don’t stop, Rohan.”
The words were a command that sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over him. He quickened his pace, the sound of their bodies slapping together growing louder. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter until it was a live wire between them, crackling with electricity. Sheila’s breath grew ragged, her eyes screwed shut as she clung to the edge of ecstasy.
Her hand found his ass, her nails digging in, pushing him deeper. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, squeezing, urging him on. His own climax was a fire in his belly, burning white-hot and consuming every last shred of his self-control. He knew he was going to come, and the knowledge sent him hurtling over the precipice.
With a final, desperate thrust, he buried himself inside his younger sister, his cock pulsing as he released his seed. Sheila’s body convulsed around him, her orgasm crashing into her like a wave, sending her spiraling into oblivion. Her nails scored his back, and her teeth sunk into his shoulder, muffling her screams of pleasure. The world outside their room ceased to exist, replaced by the pounding of their hearts and the slick sound of their bodies moving together.
As the last tremors of their shared climax subsided, Rohan collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. They lay there, panting and sticky with sweat, their hearts racing in sync. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with the weight of what they had just done. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the unspoken questions that hung between them.
Finally, Rohan pulled out, his cock slipping from his sister’s body with a wet sound. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. The fan above them spun lazily, sending a weak current of air over their slick skin. Sheila shifted beside him, her hand reaching out to rest on his chest. He could feel the erratic beat of her heart, a mirror to his own.
For a long moment, they lay there, neither speaking nor moving. The only sound was the soft rustle of the sheets and their ragged breathing. The weight of their actions pressed down on them, a heavy blanket of reality that seemed to thicken the air. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and ventured into a place that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
