Thirst and the sticky remnants of their passion prompted practicalities; they reached for bottles of water on the nightstands, gulping down the cool liquid to quench their parched throats. Tissues were passed between them—soft wipes cleaning the trails of cum from thighs, bellies, and spent cocks, gentle dabs erasing the evidence of their raw lust while sharing tender kisses and whispers. “Here, let me wipe that for you,” Vivek murmured to Sonam, his touch loving as he cleaned her inner thighs, her pussy still leaking his seed. Akariti did the same for Akshay, her fingers lingering teasingly on his softening dick. Another round of water followed, hydrating their exhausted bodies, the simple acts weaving deeper intimacy into the taboo they’d embraced.
Eventually, Sonam and Vivek slipped into loose robes, their bodies marked with love bites and red welts, and made their way to Akshay and Akariti’s room. At the door, Sonam paused, a mischievous glint in her eye as she teased Vivek, her hand on the knob. “What if they’re still in action? Akariti bouncing on Akshay’s cock, moaning like a whore—are you comfortable walking in on your sister like that, all exposed and fucked?” Vivek smirked, pulling her close for a quick, heated kiss. “I just had the wildest sex of my life with you, and you’re Akshay’s sister—fucked you in every hole without a second thought. If they’re still going, maybe we’ll join the show.”
They pushed the door open to find Akshay and Akariti lounging naked on the bed, sheets rumpled, bodies glowing in the dim light, mid-conversation with soft laughs. The air still smelled of sex—musky and intoxicating. “Hey, you two,” Akariti greeted with a lazy smile, not bothering to cover up. The group settled in, the atmosphere charged with post-coital ease. “We should’ve used condoms,” Vivek admitted sheepishly, glancing at the others, a flicker of responsibility cutting through the haze. Sonam nodded, her hand on his thigh. “Yeah, things got too hot too fast. But no worries—we’ll grab some morning-after pills first thing tomorrow, keep this night complication-free.”
As they chatted, Akariti’s eyes caught sight of her lacy bra discarded on the floor, tangled in the chaos of their clothes. “Bhaiya,” she said to Vivek with a playful pout, pointing lazily, “pass me my bra? It’s right there by your foot.” Vivek chuckled, bending to retrieve it and tossing it to her, his gaze lingering appreciatively on her bare breasts. “Here you go, sis—though you look damn fine without it.”
The conversation flowed into erotic reminiscence, the group sharing details with unabashed lust, voices low and heated. “This sex was wonderful—mind-blowing,” Sonam sighed, her eyes distant with replayed pleasure. “Vivek lifted me right into his lap, fucked me in the air like I weighed nothing, slamming into my pussy then switching to my ass, even making me suck him clean after. Every thrust felt like he was owning my soul.” Vivek grinned, adding, “And you rode me like a goddess, your tight cunt squeezing me dry, begging for spanks that left your ass red and throbbing.” Akariti leaned in, her voice breathy. “Akshay pinned me to the wall, ate my pussy till I screamed, then pounded me so hard the room shook—called me his dirty slut while filling me with cum.” Akshay nodded, his hand stroking her thigh. “You clawed my back like a wildcat, demanding more, your juices everywhere. It was pure fire.”