As a pilot, breaks at home were precious, a time to reconnect with family. Meher, my sister-in-law, had always been someone I felt a strong connection with. There was a silent, intense chemistry between us that neither of us ever acknowledged.
One afternoon, craving a refreshing shower, I walked into my bathroom, not expecting anyone to be there. To my shock, Meher was already in the shower, completely naked. For a tense 15-20 seconds, we stood frozen, our eyes locked onto each other.
I couldn’t help but admire her curves, my gaze tracing the delicate lines of her body, her wet skin glistening under the water. Her eyes lingered on me, moving slowly down to my growing arousal, making my heart race even faster.
Realizing the situation, I quickly mumbled an apology and rushed out of the bathroom. My heart was pounding in my chest. Moments later, she emerged, wrapped in a bathrobe. Her hair was tied up in a bun, looking effortlessly stunning.
“I’m so sorry,” she began, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “I had to use your shower because my brother was in ours. I should have locked the door.”
“It’s alright, Meher,” I managed, trying to sound composed despite the turmoil inside me. “It was an honest mistake.”
As she went to dress, the memory of her naked body haunted me, stirring a persistent arousal that refused to subside. During breakfast, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. I decided to take a step forward, flirting subtly with her.
Her smiles soon turned into flirtatious responses, the chemistry between us undeniable until my brother joined us, forcing us to stop. After my brother left for work, I invited Meher out for some shopping. We had a great time, each accidental touch and shared glance building the sexual tension between us.
Every brush of our hands sent electric currents through me. Back home, she tried on a dress she had bought and asked for my opinion.
“You look stunning,” I said, unable to resist adding, “even more beautiful than this morning.”
She smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. Emboldened, I moved closer. “I’d do anything to see that sight again,” I whispered, my voice low and husky.
She hesitated, torn between the wrongness of the situation and the undeniable tension. “I need some space and time to think this through,” she said softly, her breath warm against my skin.
Understanding, I gave her the space she needed and went out to catch up with friends, though I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I worried if I had been too forward, if I had ruined everything.
I returned home late at night to find my brother already asleep. As I walked towards the door, Meher opened it, standing there with a smile that told me she had been waiting. “You’re late,” she chided softly, then added, “We need to talk.”
The tension between us was electric. As soon as I stepped inside, I shut the door and pulled her close, pressing her against it. Our lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss. She was taken aback but quickly responded, her hands tangling in my hair.
I pushed her hair back, cupping her face as the kiss grew wilder and more intimate. Her lips were soft, pliant, and tasted of the lip gloss she always wore. My hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body against mine.
We broke apart, our mouths mere centimetres away, both breathing heavily and smiles playing on our lips. We knew we had to wait until morning when my brother would leave for work. We parted ways for the night, the anticipation of the next day making sleep elusive.
I could still taste her lip gloss and feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine. The memory of her soft moans echoed in my mind.
The next morning, I hoped to find Meher in the shower, but she wasn’t there. Feeling restless, I showered and went downstairs. She was sitting opposite me at the breakfast table, with my brother at the head. As we discussed business, I felt something brush against my dick.
Looking down, I saw Meher rubbing me with her foot. She caught my eye, winked, and seductively ate a strawberry dipped in cream. Her tongue lingered on the fruit in a way that made my breath catch. I feared my brother might notice but was too aroused to care.
I subtly pulled my shorts down, giving her full access. Her eyes widened with surprise and excitement. I pushed her foot down and reciprocated, rubbing her over her dress with my foot. We were playing a dangerous game, each touch driving us closer to the edge.
My brother announced he was leaving for work, barely catching our attention. As he left, we all stood up. Me and my brother exchanged plans for the weekend before he finally headed out. I headed back inside after he left.
Upon entering, I see Meher naked against the dining table, smearing the cream from the strawberry bowl we had for breakfast. She looks at me seductively, spreading the cream on her neck and her nipples. Then pinching and playing with them.
Her voice is a seductive whisper, saying things that make my blood boil. I’m completely lost in the sight of her, my eyes tracing every curve and every motion.
“Do you like what you see?” she purrs, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
“I love it,” I reply, my voice hoarse with desire. “You’re incredible.”
I walk towards her, taking my shirt off and pushing my shorts and underwear off. My arousal is evident, and I pull her close, my hands gripping her waist. I lean in and start licking the cream off her neck. My tongue traced a path up to her earlobe.
I suck on her neckline and collarbone, leaving a chain of hickeys in my wake. Her moans fill the air, her eyes closing in pleasure. We share an intimate moment, our eyes meeting, and then we kiss. It’s deep, passionate, and filled with raw desire.
Our tongues dance, saliva mingling as the kiss grows wilder. At some point, Meher smears cream on my chest and neck, breaking the kiss to lick it off, her tongue flicking against my skin. The sensation of her sucking the cream off me sends waves of arousal through my body.
I turn my attention to her breasts, perfectly shaped and inviting. I start licking the cream off them, my tongue swirling over her nipples. I squeeze her breasts, feeling their softness. I suck on her nipples, swirling my tongue around them. I bite gently, eliciting a sharp moan from her, and then suck on them again.
My other hand squeezes her nipple between two fingers, twisting it gently, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
“Do you like that?” I whisper, my voice thick with lust.
“Yes, don’t stop,” she moans, her hands gripping the edge of the table.
I continue to play with her nipples, my mouth and hands working in tandem. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, each sound driving me further into a frenzy. The taste of the cream mixed with her skin is intoxicating, and I can’t get enough.
My free hand moves down her body, tracing the lines of her hips, feeling the heat radiating from her core.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur against her skin, my breath hot and heavy. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“So have I,” she whispers back, her voice trembling with desire.
The air between us is electric, every touch, every kiss, fueling the fire between us. We’re lost in each other, the rest of the world fading away. We give in to the intense desire that has been building for so long. I was licking the cream off her body and playing with her nipples.
Meher’s hand found its way to my dick, stroking me with a steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through me. She smeared cream onto my hard shaft, her fingers gliding over me with ease. The sensation was incredible, the cool cream contrasting with the heat of her touch.
Without breaking eye contact, she slowly lowered herself to her knees, her eyes filled with lust and determination. She leaned in and took my dick into her mouth, her lips wrapping around me with exquisite pressure. Her tongue swirled around the tip, tasting the cream, and then she started to take me deeper.
Her mouth was warm and wet, and the sensation of her lips sliding up and down my shaft was almost too much to bear. She looked up at me, her eyes locking onto mine as she began to deepthroat me, taking me in as far as she could. I groaned, my hands gripping the edge of the table for support.
She worked her mouth up and down, her hand stroking the base of my dick in time with her movements. The combination of her mouth and hand was driving me wild. She sucked harder. Her tongue pressed against the underside of my dick, each movement sending electric jolts of pleasure through my body.
Her other hand cupped my balls, massaging them gently, adding to the overwhelming sensations. She was relentless, her pace quickening as she sensed my approaching climax. I could feel the pressure building, each stroke, each flick of her tongue, bringing me closer to the edge.
“Meher, I’m so close,” I managed to gasp, my voice strained with pleasure.
She responded by taking me even deeper, her throat muscles contracting around me as she deepthroated me again and again. I could feel the cream mixing with her saliva, the slickness only adding to the intensity. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, the connection between us deepening with each passing second.
Finally, the pressure became too much, and I felt the wave of release crashing over me. My body tensed, and with a deep groan, I cum in her mouth. She didn’t flinch, swallowing every drop, her tongue still working around me, milking every last bit of my orgasm.
The sight of her, her lips around my dick, her eyes filled with satisfaction as she swallowed, was almost too much to handle. She pulled back slowly, licking her lips, a satisfied smile playing on her face. “You taste so fucking good,” she whispered, her voice filled with seductive satisfaction.
I looked down at her, still reeling from the intensity of my climax. “That was incredible,” I said my voice barely a whisper. She stood up, her body still pressed close to mine, her hands resting on my chest, and her eyes glinting with desire.
After she stood up, I lifted her effortlessly and placed her on the table. Her breath hitched as I spread her legs apart, her glistening arousal visible. Reaching for the bowl of cream, I scooped some up with my fingers and smeared it over her pussy, the coolness making her shiver and moan in anticipation.
I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste the cream mixed with her arousal. The sweetness of the cream and the tangy taste of her skin created an intoxicating combination. I started by placing gentle kisses along her inner thighs, teasing her, before finally letting my tongue flick over her clit.
She gasped, her hips bucking slightly in response. My hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as I began to suck on her clit, my tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. Her moans grew louder, her hands gripping the edge of the table for support.
I looked up at her, seeing the pleasure etched on her face, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. I continued to suck and lick her clit, alternating between gentle licks and harder sucks, keeping her on the edge. My fingers found their way to her entrance, slipping inside her easily.
I curled them upward, finding that perfect spot that made her cry out in pleasure. I started to finger her, my fingers moving in and out while my tongue and lips focused on her clit. Her breathing grew ragged, her moans becoming more urgent.
I added another finger, increasing the intensity, my mouth never leaving her clit. Her hips began to move in rhythm with my fingers, her body seeking more. I could feel her getting closer, her walls tightening around my fingers.
“Don’t stop, please,” she begged, her voice a breathless whisper.
I intensified my efforts, sucking harder on her clit while my fingers moved faster inside her. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure, her body trembling. I could feel her nearing the edge, her whole body tensing.
Finally, she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking against my face. I kept sucking and licking, my fingers still moving inside her, prolonging her orgasm. Her juices mixed with the cream, the taste driving me wild.
As her orgasm subsided, I gently pulled my fingers out and placed soft kisses on her inner thighs, allowing her to come down from her high. She lay back on the table, her chest heaving, a satisfied smile on her face.
“You’re incredible,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe and satisfaction.
I stood up, looking down at her, my desire still burning. “We’re not done yet,” I said, my voice filled with promise and anticipation.
After saying that, I spread her legs wide and gently pushed her back on the table. I place her legs on my shoulders, positioning myself at her entrance. With one hand guiding my dick, I press it against her slick opening and begin to push in slowly, savouring the sensation of every inch as I penetrate her.
Our eyes remain locked, the intensity between us unbroken. We begin kissing wildly, our lips crashing together in a frenzy of passion. My movements start slow, thrusting in and out of her, each stroke deliberate and deep, hitting her inner walls.
Her moans grow louder with each thrust, her body arching to meet mine.
“Yes, just like that,” she gasps, her nails digging into my back.
I increase my pace, my hips moving faster as I feel her tighten around me. The table creaks beneath us, the sound mingling with our heavy breathing and moans. I lift her hips slightly, changing the angle to hit her even deeper. Her head falls back, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips.
I pull out briefly, turning her over so she’s on her hands and knees. I enter her from behind, my hands gripping her hips as I drive into her with powerful thrusts. She pushes back against me, matching my rhythm, her moans echoing in the room.
“God, you feel so good,” I groan, my hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them as I continue to thrust into her. She arches her back, giving me better access, and I can feel her getting close again.
“Oh, I’m so close,” she cries out, her voice trembling.
I can feel her walls clenching around me, and I reach around to rub her clit, sending her over the edge. She shudders, her orgasm intense and prolonged, her body trembling beneath me. Before she can fully recover, I pull out and guide her to straddle me on the table.
She lowers herself onto me, taking me in completely. Her hands rest on my chest for balance as she starts to ride me, her movements slow at first, then faster as her desire builds. I thrust upwards to meet her, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper, my hands on her hips, guiding her movements. She leans forward, her breasts brushing against my chest, and we kiss deeply, our tongues tangling together.
We shift positions again, this time with me on top, her legs wrapped around my waist. I thrust into her with renewed vigour, our bodies slick with sweat, sliding against each other. Her nails rake down my back, adding to the overwhelming sensations.
“Harder,” she begs, her voice a desperate plea.
I comply, driving into her with deep, powerful thrusts. I can feel myself nearing the edge, and her tightness around me tells me she’s close, too. Our movements become frantic, our breathing ragged.
“I’m going to cum,” I gasp, my control slipping away.
“Me too,” she cries, her body tensing.
With a final thrust, we climax together, our moans mingling as we reach the peak of pleasure. The sensation is overwhelming, waves of ecstasy crashing over us. I can feel her pulsing around me, her orgasm prolonging mine.
We collapse against each other, panting, our bodies spent. I gently pull out, and we lie there, tangled together on the table, our breathing gradually returning to normal.
“That was incredible,” she murmurs, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
“It really was,” I agree, kissing her forehead softly. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”
We stay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, savouring the afterglow of our shared passion.
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