Panting and glowing, Sonam locked eyes with Akshay—her brother, her protector, now her ultimate forbidden fruit. “Your turn, bhaiya… fuck your sister like you’ve always wanted.” She crawled to him on all fours, ass high, presenting her dripping pussy like an offering. Akariti did the same to Vivek, straddling his lap with a wicked grin. “Claim me, bhaiya—pound your little sister’s holes until I break.” The air crackled with electric taboo, emotions surging: guilt twisted into exhilarating lust, love deepened by the wrongness, hearts pounding with the thrill of crossing the final line.
Akshay grabbed Sonam’s hips with bruising force, his cock—thick and veined, the one she’d secretly fantasized about—slamming into her tight pussy in one brutal thrust. “Fuck, sis—you’re so goddamn wet for your brother’s dick,” he snarled, pounding her relentlessly, the bed shaking as he drove deep, balls slapping her clit. Sonam screamed, her walls clenching around him like a vice, nails raking the sheets. “Yes, bhaiya—fuck me harder, you incestuous bastard! Stretch my cunt with that family cock!” Emotions flooded her: shame at craving her own blood, but overwhelmed by the raw connection, tears mixing with sweat as he flipped her onto her back, legs over his shoulders, hammering her G-spot until she squirted, soaking his abs.
Beside them, Vivek lifted Akariti effortlessly, impaling her on his massive shaft as she rode him reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing wildly. “Take it, sis—ride your brother’s fat dick like the whore you are,” he growled, hands spanking her cheeks red, fingers dipping to rub her asshole. Akariti moaned, grinding down hard, her tits flopping. “Oh god, bhaiya—fill my pussy, make me your cumslut! Deeper, you dirty fucker!” He switched to doggy, ramming her from behind, one hand pulling her hair, the other fingering her ass until she came explosively, her juices flooding his cock. The room filled with obscene sounds—wet slaps, guttural groans, screams of “Fuck your sister harder!”—as they competed unconsciously, each pair pushing the other to wilder heights.
Akshay pulled out of Sonam’s pussy, slick with her cream, and positioned at her ass. “Time to claim this virgin hole, sis—beg for it.” Sonam whimpered, spreading her cheeks. “Please, bhaiya—fuck my ass, tear it open with your brotherly cock!” He pushed in slowly, the tight ring yielding to his girth, then thrust savagely, her screams turning to bliss as he alternated holes, fucking her pussy then ass in a depraved rhythm. Vivek did the same to Akariti, shoving his dick down her throat after pounding her cunt. “Suck it clean, sis—taste your pussy on my shaft,” he commanded, face-fucking her until she gagged, saliva dripping, then flipping her to pile-drive her ass, his balls slapping her clit.
Orgasms crashed like waves—Sonam cumming with Akshay’s cock buried in her ass, squirting as he filled her with hot ropes of cum; Akariti convulsing around Vivek’s thrusts, milking him dry as he exploded inside her pussy. They collapsed in a sweaty, cum-leaking pile, bodies trembling, breaths ragged, the wild fuck leaving them utterly spent, muscles aching, hearts racing with the intensity of the incestuous release.