Hi ISS readers, This is the final part of the series. Please do read previous part: Wife’s Sisters – Part 6 if you haven’t.
“Sam?” Ananya murmured, her voice sleepy with satisfaction. “What’s wrong?”
Sam’s eyes remained on Priya’s reflection in the mirror, his mind racing with the implications of his slip. He hadn’t meant to say her name, but it had just come out. “Nothing,” he forced a smile, his heart hammering in his chest. “I just had an idea.”
Priya’s breath caught in her throat as she watched him reach for the lube on the bedside table. This was it, the moment she had feared since their first encounter. She had never been with anyone who had wanted to take her in such a way before, and the thought of it both terrified and excited her.
“Turn over,” he instructed Ananya, his voice hoarse with desire. She complied, her curiosity piqued. Priya watched as Sam positioned himself, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she saw his intentions play out in the reflection. She had always been adventurous, but this was new territory for her. Yet, she found herself unable to look away, the excitement building with every second.
“You okay?” Ananya asked, her voice muffled by the pillow. “You seem… distracted.”
“I’m fine,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving Priya’s in the mirror. “Just enjoying the view.”
The first touch of lubricant on Ananya’s skin was cool and foreign, making her gasp. Sam’s hand was gentle as he began to prepare her, his eyes on Priya the entire time. Priya’s own hand stilled, her breathing shallow as she watched him, the reality of what he was about to do setting her nerves on edge.
“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “It’ll feel amazing, just like it did the first time.”
Priya could feel her cheeks flushing, her own desire growing as she watched her sister’s body react to Sam’s touch. It was wrong, so very wrong, but she couldn’t deny the pull it had on her.
With a deep breath, Sam pressed into Ananya, her body tense and tight around him. She let out a soft moan, the sensation overwhelming. Priya’s eyes widened in the mirror, her hand moving again as she watched them, the intimacy of the moment a powerful aphrodisiac.
The sight of Ananya’s body stretching around him, the way she moved with every thrust, was almost too much for Priya to handle. She was torn between the need to run from the room and the need to climb onto the bed and join them.
The tension grew, the room a symphony of breaths and gasps. Ananya’s moans grew louder, her body moving in time with Sam’s thrusts. And all the while, Priya watched, her own hand working in tandem with the scene playing out before her.
It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen, and she couldn’t help but be drawn into it. She knew she should be disgusted, should feel nothing but guilt and shame. But all she felt was a burning need, a craving that was only being partially satiated by her own touch.
The room grew hazy as Sam picked up the pace, his eyes locked with Priya’s in the mirror. She could see the question in his gaze, the silent plea for her to come closer. And she almost did, her legs shaking with the effort of holding back.
But she remained in the shadows, her hand a blur between her legs as she watched her sister’s body respond to his every touch. Ananya’s cries grew more desperate, her hips bucking back to meet his every thrust. It was a dance of passion and pain, a dance that Priya knew all too well.
The sight of Ananya’s cheeks flushing, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, was almost too much to bear. She knew that look, knew what it meant. And it filled her with a mix of anger and arousal, a potent cocktail that left her breathless.
As Sam reached his peak, Ananya’s body convulsed beneath him, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. Priya felt a twinge of jealousy, her own climax building to a crescendo. But she held back, her hand stilling as she watched them in the mirror, the reality of what they had done crashing down around her.
They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined. Ananya was oblivious to Priya’s presence, lost in the aftermath of pleasure. But Sam knew she was there, his eyes finding hers in the mirror, filled with a mix of apology and hunger.
The silence stretched out between them, a living, breathing entity that filled the room. Priya didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to break the tension. All she could do was stand there, her body trembling with unspent desire.
Finally, Ananya opened her eyes, a lazy smile playing across her lips. “That was amazing,” she murmured, reaching back to run her fingers through Sam’s hair.
Priya took a step back, the sound of her own heartbeat deafening in her ears. She couldn’t believe she had just watched her sister and her soon to be brother-in-law made love.
As Ananya began to dress and left the room, Sam went to the bathroom to clean up, Priya followed him, her hand shaking as she stepped into the steamy room. The sight of him, naked and spent, was almost too much to bear. She wanted to feel his warmth against her own skin.
They stood there for a moment, the tension thick as the steam that clung to the mirror. Then, without a word, she reached for him, her hand sliding over his chest. His eyes searched hers, filled with a question she couldn’t answer.
With trembling hands, she began to wash him, her touch gentle as she cleaned the sweat and remnants of their encounter from his body. The silence between them was heavy, laden with unspoken words and a love that could never be admitted.
As she knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his, she whispered the truth she had kept hidden. “Sam,” she breathed, her voice shaking. “I didn’t… I didn’t climax.”
Sam’s eyes widened with shock and concern. He had been so lost in his own needs that he hadn’t noticed. “Oh, Priya,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of regret and desire.
Without another word, he picked her up, carrying her back to the bed. Ananya’s laughter and chatter echoed through the room from outside the door, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity of their own passion. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he positioned himself between her legs.
His mouth found her center, his tongue dancing over her clit in a way that made her gasp. Priya’s body arched off the bed, her fingers digging into the sheets as she succumbed to the sensation. Her breath hitched, her moans muffled by the pillow she had buried her face in.
The taste of Ananya lingered on his tongue, a bitter sweetness that only served to fuel his desire for Priya. He wanted to erase the memory of what had just happened, to replace it with something pure and true.
Her legs trembled as she wrapped them around his neck, her hips rising to meet his mouth. The sound of her pleasure filled the room, a symphony that drowned out Ananya’s voice.
Sam felt a sense of urgency, a need to claim her fully, to make her his own. His mouth worked her clit, his tongue dipping into her wetness as he tasted her desire. Her cries grew louder, her body tightening with each flick of his tongue.
And then she was coming, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Sam felt a sense of triumph, a victory in the face of their shared guilt.
But as the waves of pleasure receded, she looked at him with a need that was impossible to ignore. “Now, it’s your turn,” she murmured, her voice a siren’s call that he couldn’t resist.
Her hand wrapped around his cock, already hard from watching her come. She guided him to her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she took him in, her lips sliding down his length.
The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain as she swallowed him whole. She had never given a blowjob before, but she wanted to make it perfect for him.
Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, her teeth scraping gently against the sensitive skin. He groaned, his hips jerking with each stroke of her mouth.
With the lights on, Priya could see every inch of Sam, his muscles rippling with the effort of holding back. The sight was intoxicating, a visual feast that had her salivating. She had never felt so powerful, so alive.
The contrast of their skin was stark, her golden hue against his tanned flesh, a testament to the forbidden nature of their union. Her eyes never left his as she took him deeper, her throat working to accommodate his length.
Sam’s hands found her hair, his grip tightening as she took him deeper still. The sound of her sucking was the only sound in the room, a wet, rhythmic symphony that had him on the edge of his sanity.
He watched her, the way she moved, the way her eyes never left his. It was like watching a masterpiece unfold before him, a painting of passion and desire. Her cheeks hollowed with each suck, her eyes glazed with lust.
The sight was almost too much to handle, the reality of what they were doing a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with each beat of his heart. But he didn’t stop her, couldn’t stop her. The guilt was a distant memory, drowned out by the need that consumed them both.
Priya’s eyes grew wide with excitement as she felt him swell in her mouth, his breath coming in ragged pants. She knew she was close, could feel his orgasm building like a storm inside of him.
With one final, deep suck, she swallowed his cum, her eyes never leaving his. The taste of him was a heady mix of salt and pleasure, a flavor she had grown to crave. She watched as he threw his head back, his body shaking with the force of his release.
The room grew quiet once more, their panting breaths the only sound in the aftermath of their passion. Ananya’s voice grew faint, a distant memory as they lay there, entwined in the sheets.
Sam not finished slid into her, the light from the bedside lamp casting stark shadows across their bodies. She gasped as he filled her completely, Her eyes fluttered closed as he began to move, his rhythm slow and steady. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure rippling through her, a gentle reminder of the passion that had brought them to this moment. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the effort it was taking for him to hold back.
But she didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted him to lose himself in her, to forget the world outside this room. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper, her nails digging into his back.
The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of passion that seemed to echo off the walls. Ananya’s laughter from outside the door was a distant memory, a ghost of the life they had once known.
With every thrust, Priya could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body tightening around him like a vice. She knew she couldn’t hold back much longer, the dam of her emotions threatening to break.
And then it did, a flood of pleasure that washed over her like a tsunami. She screamed his name, her eyes flying open to find him staring at her, his own climax mirroring hers.
Their eyes locked as they rode out the storm, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their love. For a brief moment, the guilt was gone, replaced by a connection that was stronger than any bond they had ever shared.
But as the last tremor of pleasure left them, the room grew cold, the light from the lamp harsh and unforgiving. They both knew that this couldn’t last, that their secret would eventually tear them apart.
Priya rolled off the bed, her legs shaky. She grabbed her clothes, her movements jerky and erratic. Sam watched her, his own heart racing.
When they were dressed, she turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper. “We can’t do this again,” she said, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
Sam nodded, his own heart heavy with the knowledge that she was right. “I know,” he murmured. “But I can’t stop thinking about you.”
With a final, lingering look, she slipped from the room, as he stared at the closed door, the image of Priya’s naked body etched into his mind, Sam dressed up and went for his wedding reception. The wedding reception was a blur of colors and faces, a masquerade of smiles and congratulations that seemed to stretch on forever.
But later that night, as he lay beside his new wife, Anjali, the guilt was momentarily forgotten. She was soft and welcoming, her body a warm embrace that offered comfort and solace. He took her with a passion that was fueled by his earlier encounters, his body still thrumming with the echoes of his illicit trysts.
He fucked her through the night, his mind a tumult of pleasure and pride. It was a victory, a claiming that he had never anticipated. Each thrust was a declaration of his virility, each moan a sweet victory over his own conscience.
With Ananya and Priya both claimed, Sam felt a strange sense of power, a dark thrill that he had never before experienced. He was the man who had conquered them all,But as he climaxed inside Anjali, his thoughts strayed to the two women who had shared his bed that night. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, that he was playing with fire and would eventually get burned.
He had fucked all three sisters in the same night, and the power of that knowledge filled him with a dark, seductive satisfaction. But the shadow of their secret loomed large, a specter that threatened to shatter the fragile façade of their happiness.
Yet, as the days turned to weeks, and the weeks to months, the truth remained hidden, a tumor growing in the heart of their family. Each time they were together, the lie grew heavier, a burden they carried in silent understanding.
Sam would sneak away from Anjali’s side, his eyes finding Ananya’s or Priya’s in the crowded room, the message clear. They would meet in secret, the stolen moments of passion a stark contrast to the polite smiles and laughter they shared in public.
Their encounters grew more daring, more intense, a silent rebellion against the life that bound them. In Ananya’s arms, he found a fiery passion that seemed to burn away his guilt, her cries of pleasure echoing in his ears. With Priya, it was a gentle dance of love and regret, a reminder of what could never be.
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