The accidental touches escalated, the steam-filled air charged with tension. Akshay’s elbow “bumped” into Sonam’s tit as he rinsed, his knuckles grazing her nipple, making it pebble harder. Vivek’s hand “slipped” while grabbing the loofah, fingers trailing down Akariti’s spine to the dimples above her ass. What started as awkward apologies melted into lingering contacts, the group growing comfortable in the taboo intimacy. Laughter bubbled up, easing the guilt, as they crowded closer, bodies pressing in a wet, slippery tangle—thighs against thighs, cocks brushing asses, tits squishing against chests. The brothers’ resolve crumbled; Akshay openly stared at Sonam’s dripping pussy, Vivek at Akariti’s jiggling boobs, their dicks hardening fully now, bobbing in the humid air like eager soldiers.
Emboldened, Akshay pulled Akariti into a deep kiss under the spray, their tongues tangling hungrily, water pouring over their faces. As her moans vibrated against his lips, Vivek—her brother—stepped up behind her, his hands lathering soap across her back before sliding forward, rubbing the suds over her breasts with deliberate slowness. “Let me help clean you up, sis,” he murmured, his voice thick with forbidden lust, fingers circling her nipples, pinching them gently until she arched into Akshay’s kiss. Akariti gasped, breaking the lip-lock momentarily. “Fuck, bhaiya… that feels so wrong, but so good.” Vivek’s cock throbbed against her ass cheek as he soaped lower, his hands gliding over her stomach, teasing the edge of her pussy lips without penetrating, the suds mixing with her fresh arousal.
Not to be outdone, Vivek then turned to Sonam, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, his hands cupping her face as their bodies pressed together, his hard dick trapped between their bellies. As Sonam’s tongue danced with his, Akshay—her brother—moved in from the side, squirting soap onto his palms and rubbing it sensuously over her heaving boobs, massaging the full globes, thumbs flicking her erect nipples. “Your tits are perfect, sis— so fucking suckable,” he growled, his touch possessive yet tender, guilt fueling the fire. Sonam whimpered into Vivek’s kiss, her body on fire as Akshay’s hands ventured lower, soaping her pussy mound, fingers parting her folds to lather her clit and slit, the slippery foam making every stroke electric. “Oh god, bhaiya… touch me there, don’t stop,” she begged, her hips bucking as he circled her entrance, teasing but not entering, his own cock leaking precum against her thigh.
The shower turned into a symphony of moans and splashes, hands roaming freely now—brothers soaping sisters’ most intimate parts, partners kissing while siblings explored. Akariti reached back to stroke Vivek’s shaft as he fondled her, Sonam grinding against Akshay’s fingers. But they held back from full penetration, building the tension until they were all panting, bodies clean but minds dirtier than ever. Finally, they rinsed off the soap, water washing away the suds but not the heat, and tumbled out of the bathroom, dripping and laughing, back to the rumpled bed in Akariti’s room.