Mohan sat at his desk, his eyes glued to the computer screen. He finished up some last-minute work emails. It had been a long day, and he was eager to unwind. Little did he know, his relaxation was about to take a turn for the erotic, courtesy of his girlfriend’s younger sister, Kavya.
He heard the front door open and smiled. He assumed it was his girlfriend, Priya, returning from her evening yoga class. But it wasn’t Priya’s voice that greeted him. Instead, a sultry tone, unmistakably belonging to Kavya, floated through the air.
“Hey, Mohan! Working late again?” she called out, her voice dripping with feigned innocence.
Mohan’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t expected Kavya to be at the house, especially not alone. He quickly saved his work and turned around, casually leaning back in his chair.
“Oh, hey, Kavya. Yeah, just some last-minute stuff. I thought Priya was home.” He tried to sound nonchalant, but his heart was racing. Kavya had always intrigued him with her playful flirting. But he had always assumed she was just being playful, nothing more.
The 24-year-old strolled into the room, her hips swaying seductively beneath her tight yoga pants. Her tank top hugged her curves, showcasing her toned body. Mohan couldn’t help but notice how different she looked from her older sister.
Priya was beautiful but in a more subtle, demure way. Kavya, on the other hand, exuded raw sexuality.
“Priya had to run some errands, so she asked me to come over and keep you company,” she purred, leaning against the door frame. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Mohan’s throat went dry. He knew he should probably offer her tea or suggest a board game. But his mind was already wandering down a more tantalizing path.
“No, not at all. I was just about to take a break anyway. Want to join me for a drink?” He stood up, trying to hide the bulge that was beginning to form in his pants.
Kavya’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Sure, why not? I could use a drink after my workout.”
As they made their way to the kitchen, Mohan couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen. Kavya’s presence had always been a source of intrigue, but now it was becoming a temptation.
They sat across from each other at the kitchen island, the cool granite in stark contrast to the heat building between them. Mohan poured two glasses of wine, his hands slightly trembling as he handed one to Kavya.
“Cheers,” she said, clinking her glass against his. “To a relaxing evening.”
As their eyes met, Mohan felt a jolt of electricity course through his body. He took a sip of wine, his gaze never leaving Kavya’s. The silence that followed was thick with unspoken desire.
“So, Mohan, how’s work been treating you?” Kavya asked, breaking the tension. “Still playing cricket on the weekends?”
“Yeah, the cricket team keeps me busy. It’s a nice break from the office,” he replied, his voice hoarse. “And you? Still at the dance studio?”
Kavya smiled, her lips curving in a way that made Mohan’s stomach flutter. “Oh, I love dancing. It’s my passion. But I’ve been thinking of trying something new. Maybe something more intimate.”
Mohan’s breath caught in his throat. Was she suggesting what he thought she was? He tried to keep his composure, but his curiosity was piqued.
“Intimate, huh? Like what?” he asked, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the island.
Kavya’s eyes darted to his lips and back up to his eyes, her lashes fluttering. “You know, something that involves a lot of body contact.”
Mohan’s heart was pounding in his chest now. He knew he should probably put a stop to this. But he found himself unable to resist the allure of this forbidden fruit.
“Body contact, hmm?” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Sounds like you have something specific in mind.”
She took a slow sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving his. “Maybe I do. But I’d love to hear your thoughts first.”
Mohan’s mind raced as he tried to think of an appropriate response. He wanted to play along but didn’t want to scare her off.
“Well, I’ve always thought dancing was pretty sensual,” he began, his voice steady. “But I guess it depends on the dance. Some dances can be quite intimate.”
Kavya’s eyes widened, and a slow smile spread across her face. “Oh, I know exactly what you mean. Some dances can be very hands-on.”
As she spoke, she reached across the island and gently touched his thigh. Her touch sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body. Mohan’s breath quickened, and he felt his control slipping away.
“I’ve always wanted to learn a dance like that,” she continued, her voice breathy. “Something that lets you connect with your partner.”
Mohan’s mind was spinning. He knew he should pull away but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he found himself leaning closer, his eyes locked on her full lips.
“Maybe I could teach you a thing or two,” he whispered.
Kavya’s hand slid higher up his thigh, her fingers brushing against the bulge in his pants. “Oh, I’d love that. I’m always up for learning new things.”
Without another word, Mohan stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. He moved towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. Kavya’s hand slipped beneath his shirt, her fingers tracing the contours of his abs.
“Your room or mine?” she whispered, her breath hot against his neck.
Mohan’s desire was at its peak. He knew he shouldn’t, but the temptation was too great. “Mine,” he growled, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the bedroom.
As they entered the dimly lit room, Mohan kicked the door shut behind them. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of desire. He turned to face Kavya, his eyes burning with passion.
“You know this is wrong, right?” he said, his voice rough. “I’m your sister’s boyfriend.”
Kavya’s smile was wicked, her eyes sparkling with challenge. “I know. But I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to be with a real man. And you, Mohan, are definitely that.”
Mohan’s resistance crumbled. He pulled her close, his lips crashing down on hers in a hungry kiss. Kavya responded with equal fervour, her tongue dancing with his. Their mouths devoured each other, tasting and exploring as if making up for lost time.
Mohan’s hands roamed over her body, mapping every curve and contour. He cupped her breasts through her tank top, feeling her nipples harden beneath his touch. Kavya moaned into his mouth, her hands tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin.
With quick, efficient movements, Mohan stripped off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. Kavya’s eyes widened at the sight, and she ran her hands over his muscles, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
Mohan chuckled, a low, sensual sound. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
He guided her towards the bed, their lips never parting. As they fell onto the soft mattress, their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate. Mohan’s hands worked at the button of her pants, sliding them down her hips, revealing her lace panties.
Kavya’s hands were equally busy, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. She reached inside, wrapping her hand around his throbbing erection, stroking him through his boxers. Mohan groaned, his hips thrusting into her hand.
“You feel so good,” he panted, his hands tugging at her panties. “I want to taste you.”
With a swift motion, he ripped her panties off, exposing her glistening wet pussy. Kavya’s breath caught at the sensation, her body arching off the bed. Mohan wasted no time, lowering his head between her thighs.
His tongue flicked across her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Kavya’s hands tangled in his hair, guiding him as he licked and sucked, driving her wild. Her moans filled the room as Mohan explored every inch of her pussy, his tongue delving deep inside her.
“Oh, Mohan, yes!” she cried, her hips bucking against his face. “I’m going to cum!”
Mohan increased his pace, his tongue working feverishly. Kavya’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her body trembling as she cried out his name. Mohan didn’t stop, continuing to lap at her sensitive flesh, drawing out her pleasure.
As her orgasm subsided, Kavya pulled him up for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “That was incredible,” she breathed, her hands stroking his hardening cock through his boxers.
Mohan growled, his desire reignited. He pushed her back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Kavya’s eyes were heavy with lust as she looked up at him, her hands reaching for his cock.
“Fuck me, Mohan,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Mohan didn’t need to be told twice. He tore off his boxers, his thick, erect dick springing free. Kavya’s eyes widened at the sight, and her mouth was watering. She reached out, wrapping her hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly.
“You’re so big,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. “I want you to stretch me.”
Mohan positioned himself at her entrance, his cock pressing against her wet, swollen lips. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission, and found nothing but desire staring back at him.
With one smooth thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. Kavya gasped, her body adjusting to his size. Mohan paused, giving her a moment to get used to him.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.
Kavya nodded, her eyes glassy. “More than okay. Keep going.”
Mohan began moving slowly at first but soon picked up the pace. Kavya’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he filled her again and again. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him, driving him wild.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, his hips slamming into hers. “I’m not going to last long.”
Kavya’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. “I don’t want you to last. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
Mohan’s control snapped. He pounded into her, his cock thrusting with primal urgency. Kavya met his rhythm, her pussy gripping and releasing his shaft, milking him as he fucked her relentlessly.
“I’m cumming!” Mohan roared, his body tensing as he exploded inside her.
Kavya’s orgasm hit her like a freight train, her pussy pulsating around his throbbing cock. She cried out his name, her nails digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Mohan collapsed onto her, his breath ragged, his heart pounding. Kavya’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close as their bodies cooled down.
As they lay there, entangled in each other, Mohan knew he had crossed a line. But in that moment, with Kavya’s warm body pressed against his, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.
“That was” Kavya began, her voice soft.
“Incredible,” Mohan finished, his lips finding hers for a tender kiss.
They lay in silence, their hearts still racing, the air heavy with the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Mohan knew this was just the beginning, and as he held Kavya in his arms, he couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets and desires she had yet to reveal.
Little did he know, this was the first chapter in a steamy tale of forbidden desire and unbridled passion.
This is a true story of a slut named Kavya who cheated on her sister. Her sister was deeply hurt. Kavya, this story is for you. Your sister is aware of your cheap dramas and wanted me to post them.
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