Sonam rose with deliberate grace, her hips swaying like a siren’s call, every curve accentuated by the club’s pulsing lights. “Akshay bhaiya, I need to talk to you. Alone.” She led him to a shadowed alcove at the side of the club, her ass teasing him with each step. Akariti followed suit, turning to Vivek with eyes smoldering like embers. “Bhaiya, you too—come with me now. I need to talk.”
The Permission
In the dim alcove, away from prying eyes, Sonam’s gaze locked onto Akshay’s, the neon glow painting her flushed skin in hues of crimson desire. Her heart pounded wildly, a cocktail of vulnerability and raw need churning in her chest. “Bhaiya,” she murmured, her voice trembling yet firm, laced with the desperation of a woman on the edge, “I want Vivek. I don’t know why this urge is consuming me like fire, but I can’t control it anymore. I need him to fuck me tonight, to bury himself deep inside me and make me feel alive for the first time. But you’re my brother, my anchor. I need your blessing. Tell me it’s okay.” She paused, her breath hitching, then added with a wicked glint, “And if you want, you can have his sister Akariti. She wants you too—wants you to claim her, to make her scream your name.”
Akshay’s jaw tightened, a storm of emotions raging within him: protective instincts roaring like a lion, clashing against the heat surging through his blood, the same forbidden lust he harbored for Akariti. He could see the hunger in Sonam’s eyes, mirroring his own twisted desires, and it stirred a strange arousal, guilt twisting like a knife in his gut. “Sonam… fuck, this is insane. You’re my little sister, and the thought of Vivek pounding into you… it should make me want to kill him. But seeing that fire in your eyes, knowing I feel the same for Akariti… shit, if this is what you need to break free, I’m not gonna stop you. Just… be careful, okay? Don’t let it destroy you.”
Tears of relief glistened in her eyes, mixing with the blaze of desire as she hugged him briefly, her body pressing against his just long enough to feel the tension in his muscles. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, before slipping away into the shadows.
On the opposite side, in another secluded corner thick with anticipation, Akariti faced Vivek, her fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of her dress, her voice shaking with a vulnerability that belied her inner storm. “Bhaiya, I want Akshay. I want him to take me, to fuck me senseless, to make me feel every filthy, electric sensation I’ve been denying myself. But you’re my brother, my guardian. I need to know you’re okay with this— that you won’t hate me for craving something so wrong.”
Vivek’s breath caught in his throat, his mind a whirlwind of protectiveness and unexpected arousal, flashes of their secret, teasing chats replaying like erotic dreams. The image of his sister writhing under Akshay stirred a jealous heat, but also a twisted excitement that made his cock twitch. “Akariti… shit, this is wild, beyond anything I imagined. You’re my baby sister, and the thought of him inside you, making you moan… it fucks with my head. But if this is your choice, if Akshay is the one who sets your soul on fire… I’m not standing in your way. Go for it, but promise me you’ll come back whole.”
A smile broke through her nerves, a blend of gratitude and raw, animal need, as she squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin one last time before he turned away. The air hummed with the weight of their confessions, hearts pounding in unison with the club’s relentless beat.