As they lay there, tangled and gasping, Akshay and Vivek exchanged a knowing glance, the weight of their secret pressing. “Girls,” Akshay started, his voice hoarse but tender, propping up on an elbow. “There’s something we need to confess. Those guys you’ve been chatting with on Instagram—the ones with the anonymous accounts, the flirty messages, the dirty fantasies you’ve shared…” Vivek finished, a sheepish grin breaking through. “They’re us. Your own brothers. We’ve been teasing you online, building this tension, knowing it was wrong but craving it.”
The revelation hit like a thunderbolt. Sonam and Akariti’s eyes widened in shock, mouths agape, bodies freezing amid the afterglow. “What the fuck?” Sonam gasped, sitting up, her mind reeling—flashes of those steamy DMs, the anonymous “stranger” who’d made her wet with words, now revealed as her brother. Akariti blinked, stunned, “You mean… all those times I touched myself to your messages, it was you, bhaiya?” The shock twisted into a mix of betrayal and twisted arousal, the taboo deepening retroactively.
But the night had unleashed their inner sluts; instead of anger, playful fire sparked in their eyes. Sonam reached down, grabbing Akshay’s spent cock—still slick with their mixed juices—and pulled it playfully, tugging with a wicked yank that made him hiss in pleasure-pain. “You sneaky bastard! Teasing your sister online like that?” Akariti followed suit, wrapping her fingers around Vivek’s dick and yanking it teasingly, stroking as she pulled. “Naughty bhaiya—making me cum to your words, knowing it was forbidden.” The brothers groaned, cocks twitching back to life under the playful assault, laughter bubbling up as the group dissolved into giggles, the revelation binding them tighter in their web of limitless lust. The night had shattered every boundary, leaving only ecstasy and the promise of more untamed adventures.