Incest Anger and Love (Brother-Sister)
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Chapter 10
Aryan spent the night tossing and turning in the bed. He blamed himself for having such lustful thoughts about his little sister. The next day, Aryan was distant, his eyes no longer lingering on Anushka's body. He was guilt-ridden and had made a conscious decision to control his feelings. He knew that the path he was heading down was one of destruction, and he didn't want to drag his sister into it. He avoided her as much as possible, throwing himself into his work and avoiding any situation where they might be alone.
But the more he tried to ignore the attraction, the stronger it grew. It was like trying to hold back a river with his bare hands. Every time he saw her, the dam threatening to burst. Anushka noticed the change in him, the way he'd look away when she entered a room, the tension in his shoulders when they were forced to be near each other. He was consciously trying to behave platonically with her. She found him distant and not his usual self.
For Anushka, Aryan’s changed behavior was more surprising than his earlier obsession. She wondered if she was too rough on him. She never wanted to hurt his feelings and wanted him to being his normal self. One afternoon she entered his room while he was working on his laptop.
“Hi.”
Aryan looked up at her. He mumbled a hi and averted his gaze.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Umm…. nothing” he replied.
“It’s not nothing. You have been ignoring me all week.” Anushka said these words with feelings.
“No, it’s nothing like that.” Aryan mumbled, still not looking at her.
“Then look at me!” She demanded.
He looked up at her. She was looking as gorgeous as ever. His eyes started going over her curves. The old attraction resurfaced in a jiffy. Her boobs look larger than earlier…a thought crossed his mind, making him uncomfortable.
She smiled a little mischievously at him. “ummmhhh” she said getting him out of his trance.
He realized that he was starring at her boobs. He made some excuse and left the room. Anushka was taken aback by her brother’s abrupt behavior.
Aryan went straight to the washroom and freed his cock from the confines of his undergarments. His cock had become so hard that it was almost painful.
He took it in his hands and started masturbating, his mind filled with erotic images of him with his sexy sister. Soon he came violently whispering her name.
Anushka wondered what had just happened. She was oblivious to the fact that her brother was passionately masturbating taking her name. A frown came on her pretty face. “I must have hurt him badly.” She thought.
She was determined to make it up to him.
‘But how?” she thought out loud.
Aryan spent the night tossing and turning in the bed. He blamed himself for having such lustful thoughts about his little sister. The next day, Aryan was distant, his eyes no longer lingering on Anushka's body. He was guilt-ridden and had made a conscious decision to control his feelings. He knew that the path he was heading down was one of destruction, and he didn't want to drag his sister into it. He avoided her as much as possible, throwing himself into his work and avoiding any situation where they might be alone.
But the more he tried to ignore the attraction, the stronger it grew. It was like trying to hold back a river with his bare hands. Every time he saw her, the dam threatening to burst. Anushka noticed the change in him, the way he'd look away when she entered a room, the tension in his shoulders when they were forced to be near each other. He was consciously trying to behave platonically with her. She found him distant and not his usual self.
For Anushka, Aryan’s changed behavior was more surprising than his earlier obsession. She wondered if she was too rough on him. She never wanted to hurt his feelings and wanted him to being his normal self. One afternoon she entered his room while he was working on his laptop.
“Hi.”
Aryan looked up at her. He mumbled a hi and averted his gaze.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Umm…. nothing” he replied.
“It’s not nothing. You have been ignoring me all week.” Anushka said these words with feelings.
“No, it’s nothing like that.” Aryan mumbled, still not looking at her.
“Then look at me!” She demanded.
He looked up at her. She was looking as gorgeous as ever. His eyes started going over her curves. The old attraction resurfaced in a jiffy. Her boobs look larger than earlier…a thought crossed his mind, making him uncomfortable.
She smiled a little mischievously at him. “ummmhhh” she said getting him out of his trance.
He realized that he was starring at her boobs. He made some excuse and left the room. Anushka was taken aback by her brother’s abrupt behavior.
Aryan went straight to the washroom and freed his cock from the confines of his undergarments. His cock had become so hard that it was almost painful.
He took it in his hands and started masturbating, his mind filled with erotic images of him with his sexy sister. Soon he came violently whispering her name.
Anushka wondered what had just happened. She was oblivious to the fact that her brother was passionately masturbating taking her name. A frown came on her pretty face. “I must have hurt him badly.” She thought.
She was determined to make it up to him.
‘But how?” she thought out loud.
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Chapter 11
Next day, Anushka took a deep breath and stepped out of the bedroom, her heart beating like a drum against her ribs. The house was still, the only sound the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath her bare feet. She found him in the living room, his back to her as he stared out the window. The late afternoon sunlight cast a pale glow across his broad shoulders, outlining his form in a way that made him seem more like a statue than her flesh and blood brother.
As she approached, the floorboard beneath her gave a soft groan, alerting him to her presence. He turned, and for a moment she saw the surprise in his eyes, followed quickly by something else, something she couldn't quite place. His gaze traveled over her, lingering on the way the silk of her nightgown clung to her curves, and she felt a blush creep up her neck. The tension in the room grew thicker, coating everything in a palpable silence that seemed to pulse with unspoken words. he moved to the couch, her hips swaying gently as she sat down beside him. Their thighs brushed, and she felt his muscles tense. She leaned in, close enough that he could feel her breath on his cheek, and whispered, "We need to talk about what happened." Her eyes searched his, a silent challenge that seemed to echo through the room.
For a moment, it was as if he didn't hear her. Then, like a volcano erupting, Aryan's eyes flashed with anger, and he was on his feet, storming out of the room. The door slammed behind him, leaving Anushka alone with the echoes of their unresolved conversation and the lingering scent of his cologne. She sat there, her heart racing, her hand trembling slightly where it rested on the couch cushion. The silence was now a void, a stark reminder of the chasm that had opened up between them.
The house felt eerie; each step Aryan took down the hallway resonating like a gong in her ears. Anushka listened as his footsteps grew fainter until all she could hear was the distant thump of his bedroom door closing. The sound sent a shiver down her spine, and she realized with a sinking feeling that she had pushed him too far. She had hoped to find understanding, to bridge the gap between them, but instead she had only driven him further away.
This was new to Anushka and made her mad with anger and frustration. She new she had to get his attention back, she thought to herself. Her eyes fell to her trembling hand, and she curled her fingers into a fist, willing the tremble to cease. The fabric of her nightgown felt suffocating, sticking to her skin with the heat of her own nerves. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the cool night air that had seeped into the house. It was time for a different approach.
The next afternoon, the sun streamed through the windows of their living room, casting warm pools of light across the floor. Anushka had chosen her attire carefully, a simple cotton dress that hugged her in all the right places but remained modest. She sat on the couch, her legs crossed, sipping iced tea and pretending to read a book.
As if by accident, her book slipped from her hand, landing face down on the floor with a soft thud. She gasped dramatically, playing the role of the clumsy younger sister to perfection. "Oh no!" she exclaimed. She bent over to retrieve it, her dress dipping low to reveal a tantalizing view of her big and firm breasts. The fabric stretched taut, framing her ample cleavage in a way that was impossible to ignore.
Aryan's eyes were drawn to the sight, his breath hitching despite his efforts to remain indifferent. The sun's rays pierced through the curtains, casting a heavenly glow upon her creamy skin. The room was filled with the sweet scent of jasmine, a stark contrast to the tension that had built up between them. Anushka took her time, her fingers tracing the spine of the book as if it was a lifeline that could save her from the tumultuous sea of emotions threatening to drown her. Finally, she looked up, catching him in the act. A mischievous smile curled the corners of her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken dance they had been playing. She met his gaze, her pupils dilated, and held it, allowing the moment to stretch taut like a bowstring ready to be released. The air between them crackled with an unspoken understanding, a silent agreement that the boundaries of their relationship were about to shift once again.
Aryan's resolve crumbled like a sandcastle before a wave. He couldn't help it; his eyes were drawn back to the shadowy valley between her breasts, the soft mounds pressing against the fabric of her dress. The guilt that had plagued him since his ill-fated attempt was now dwarfed by a desire so potent it was almost painful. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. Anushka didn't move, didn't flinch, just held his gaze with a knowing look that sent his pulse racing.
The jasmine scent grew stronger, mingling with the sweetness of her breath as she took a sip of tea. Her tongue darted out to catch a stray drop, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. The room felt like it was closing in on them, the air thick with the promise of something forbidden. Aryan's hand reached out, almost of its own accord, and brushed against her bare shoulder. She shivered slightly, the only indication she'd felt his touch, and that was all it took for the dam to break.
With a ragged breath, he stepped back, his hand falling to his side as if it had been burned. The heat of her skin lingered on his fingertips, a taunting reminder of what he wanted but couldn't have. He turned away, unable to bear the sight of her any longer. His eyes fell on the family photo hanging above the fireplace, a stark reminder of the line he'd crossed. The faces of their parents stared back at him, frozen in time, oblivious to the dark desires that had taken root within him.
The room felt stifling, suffocating, and Aryan needed air. He moved to the French doors leading to the garden, pushing them open with more force than necessary. The cool breeze was a welcome reprieve, carrying with it the sweet scent of jasmine that seemed to follow him everywhere. He stepped outside, the sun casting a warm glow on the patio stones.
The sight of the blooming flowers only served to fuel his frustration. His thoughts were a tumultuous mess, a chaotic whirlpool of desire and guilt. He needed an escape, a moment to regain control of the raging tempest within. He walked briskly towards his bedroom, his steps quick and determined. Once inside, he almost ran to the washroom, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click.
The coolness of the tiles beneath his feet was a stark contrast to the heat coursing through his veins. His breath was ragged, his heart hammering in his chest like a wild animal seeking freedom. The sound of the faucet echoed in the small space as he turned it on, the cold water a relief on his overheated skin. He leaned against the sink, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to drown out the image of Anushka's tempting form.
The urge was overwhelming, a fiery need that consumed him. His hand slipped under the waistband of his shorts, his fingers finding purchase on his swollen length. He stroked himself slowly at first, the sound of the running water a soothing lullaby to his racing thoughts. His mind replayed the scene in the living room, the way she had looked at him, the way she had moved. The friction grew quicker, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps.
Meanwhile, Anushka watched him from the shadows outside the bedroom door, her hand over her mouth to stifle her silent laughter. She had seen the hunger in his eyes, the way his gaze had devoured her. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him. The thrill of manipulation filled her with a power she hadn't felt before. She reveled in the knowledge that she had the ability to control him, to make him ache for her. Her own heart raced with excitement as she watched his hand move, the tension in his body palpable even through the closed door.
With a naughty smile playing on her lips, she turned and padded back to the living room, her bare feet whispering against the cool floor. She took a seat in the armchair, the very picture of innocence. Her heart fluttered with anticipation as her imagination painted vivid pictures of what he was doing.
Next day, Anushka took a deep breath and stepped out of the bedroom, her heart beating like a drum against her ribs. The house was still, the only sound the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath her bare feet. She found him in the living room, his back to her as he stared out the window. The late afternoon sunlight cast a pale glow across his broad shoulders, outlining his form in a way that made him seem more like a statue than her flesh and blood brother.
As she approached, the floorboard beneath her gave a soft groan, alerting him to her presence. He turned, and for a moment she saw the surprise in his eyes, followed quickly by something else, something she couldn't quite place. His gaze traveled over her, lingering on the way the silk of her nightgown clung to her curves, and she felt a blush creep up her neck. The tension in the room grew thicker, coating everything in a palpable silence that seemed to pulse with unspoken words. he moved to the couch, her hips swaying gently as she sat down beside him. Their thighs brushed, and she felt his muscles tense. She leaned in, close enough that he could feel her breath on his cheek, and whispered, "We need to talk about what happened." Her eyes searched his, a silent challenge that seemed to echo through the room.
For a moment, it was as if he didn't hear her. Then, like a volcano erupting, Aryan's eyes flashed with anger, and he was on his feet, storming out of the room. The door slammed behind him, leaving Anushka alone with the echoes of their unresolved conversation and the lingering scent of his cologne. She sat there, her heart racing, her hand trembling slightly where it rested on the couch cushion. The silence was now a void, a stark reminder of the chasm that had opened up between them.
The house felt eerie; each step Aryan took down the hallway resonating like a gong in her ears. Anushka listened as his footsteps grew fainter until all she could hear was the distant thump of his bedroom door closing. The sound sent a shiver down her spine, and she realized with a sinking feeling that she had pushed him too far. She had hoped to find understanding, to bridge the gap between them, but instead she had only driven him further away.
This was new to Anushka and made her mad with anger and frustration. She new she had to get his attention back, she thought to herself. Her eyes fell to her trembling hand, and she curled her fingers into a fist, willing the tremble to cease. The fabric of her nightgown felt suffocating, sticking to her skin with the heat of her own nerves. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the cool night air that had seeped into the house. It was time for a different approach.
The next afternoon, the sun streamed through the windows of their living room, casting warm pools of light across the floor. Anushka had chosen her attire carefully, a simple cotton dress that hugged her in all the right places but remained modest. She sat on the couch, her legs crossed, sipping iced tea and pretending to read a book.
As if by accident, her book slipped from her hand, landing face down on the floor with a soft thud. She gasped dramatically, playing the role of the clumsy younger sister to perfection. "Oh no!" she exclaimed. She bent over to retrieve it, her dress dipping low to reveal a tantalizing view of her big and firm breasts. The fabric stretched taut, framing her ample cleavage in a way that was impossible to ignore.
Aryan's eyes were drawn to the sight, his breath hitching despite his efforts to remain indifferent. The sun's rays pierced through the curtains, casting a heavenly glow upon her creamy skin. The room was filled with the sweet scent of jasmine, a stark contrast to the tension that had built up between them. Anushka took her time, her fingers tracing the spine of the book as if it was a lifeline that could save her from the tumultuous sea of emotions threatening to drown her. Finally, she looked up, catching him in the act. A mischievous smile curled the corners of her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken dance they had been playing. She met his gaze, her pupils dilated, and held it, allowing the moment to stretch taut like a bowstring ready to be released. The air between them crackled with an unspoken understanding, a silent agreement that the boundaries of their relationship were about to shift once again.
Aryan's resolve crumbled like a sandcastle before a wave. He couldn't help it; his eyes were drawn back to the shadowy valley between her breasts, the soft mounds pressing against the fabric of her dress. The guilt that had plagued him since his ill-fated attempt was now dwarfed by a desire so potent it was almost painful. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. Anushka didn't move, didn't flinch, just held his gaze with a knowing look that sent his pulse racing.
The jasmine scent grew stronger, mingling with the sweetness of her breath as she took a sip of tea. Her tongue darted out to catch a stray drop, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. The room felt like it was closing in on them, the air thick with the promise of something forbidden. Aryan's hand reached out, almost of its own accord, and brushed against her bare shoulder. She shivered slightly, the only indication she'd felt his touch, and that was all it took for the dam to break.
With a ragged breath, he stepped back, his hand falling to his side as if it had been burned. The heat of her skin lingered on his fingertips, a taunting reminder of what he wanted but couldn't have. He turned away, unable to bear the sight of her any longer. His eyes fell on the family photo hanging above the fireplace, a stark reminder of the line he'd crossed. The faces of their parents stared back at him, frozen in time, oblivious to the dark desires that had taken root within him.
The room felt stifling, suffocating, and Aryan needed air. He moved to the French doors leading to the garden, pushing them open with more force than necessary. The cool breeze was a welcome reprieve, carrying with it the sweet scent of jasmine that seemed to follow him everywhere. He stepped outside, the sun casting a warm glow on the patio stones.
The sight of the blooming flowers only served to fuel his frustration. His thoughts were a tumultuous mess, a chaotic whirlpool of desire and guilt. He needed an escape, a moment to regain control of the raging tempest within. He walked briskly towards his bedroom, his steps quick and determined. Once inside, he almost ran to the washroom, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click.
The coolness of the tiles beneath his feet was a stark contrast to the heat coursing through his veins. His breath was ragged, his heart hammering in his chest like a wild animal seeking freedom. The sound of the faucet echoed in the small space as he turned it on, the cold water a relief on his overheated skin. He leaned against the sink, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to drown out the image of Anushka's tempting form.
The urge was overwhelming, a fiery need that consumed him. His hand slipped under the waistband of his shorts, his fingers finding purchase on his swollen length. He stroked himself slowly at first, the sound of the running water a soothing lullaby to his racing thoughts. His mind replayed the scene in the living room, the way she had looked at him, the way she had moved. The friction grew quicker, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps.
Meanwhile, Anushka watched him from the shadows outside the bedroom door, her hand over her mouth to stifle her silent laughter. She had seen the hunger in his eyes, the way his gaze had devoured her. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him. The thrill of manipulation filled her with a power she hadn't felt before. She reveled in the knowledge that she had the ability to control him, to make him ache for her. Her own heart raced with excitement as she watched his hand move, the tension in his body palpable even through the closed door.
With a naughty smile playing on her lips, she turned and padded back to the living room, her bare feet whispering against the cool floor. She took a seat in the armchair, the very picture of innocence. Her heart fluttered with anticipation as her imagination painted vivid pictures of what he was doing.
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Chapter 12
The next afternoon their house once again cloaked in a quiet intimacy. This time, she wore a short, floral dress that accentuated her curves, the fabric whispering against her skin as she moved. She sat on the floor, her legs folded beneath her, the soft light of the setting sun kissing her bare shoulders. The TV played in the background; a sitcom laugh track belying the drama unfolding in the room.
Anushka pretended to be engrossed in her phone, scrolling through meaningless posts, her thumb hovering over the screen. Aryan walked in, his eyes immediately drawn to the bare expanse of her thighs. She looked up, her gaze meeting his with a coy smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Hey," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate in the air around them.
Her brother's gaze lingered on her, his pupils dilating. She could see the battle raging within him, the struggle between his desires and the societal norms that forbade them. Anushka's heart raced as she leaned forward, her ample cleavage pressing against the fabric of her dress. "I made some snacks," she offered, her voice a siren's call. "Would you like some?"
The air in the room was charged, like the calm before a storm. Aryan took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. The jasmine scent grew stronger, wrapping around them like a seductive embrace. Anushka's hand reached out, offering him a plate of samosas, her fingers grazing his as he took it. The touch sent an electric shock through both of them, a silent declaration of intent.
They sat in tense silence, the laugh track from the TV a bizarre counterpoint to the tension that thrummed between them. Each bite Aryan took was a silent challenge, his eyes never leaving hers. Anushka's hand hovered near her mouth, her thumb tracing her lower lip in a way that was both innocent and maddeningly provocative. He watched her, his gaze hungry, unable to look away.
The sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow across her skin that made him want to reach out and touch her. He could see the pulse beating in the hollow of her throat, feel the heat emanating from her body. The jasmine scent grew stronger, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to be woven into her very essence. Anushka leaned back, the fabric of her dress riding up slightly to reveal the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
The sound of the TV grew distant as all Aryan could focus on was the way she licked her lips, the way her eyes seemed to dance with mischief. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, but it was no use. He was lost in the sultry depths of her gaze, unable to resist the siren's call. "What are you doing to me?" he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Anushka's smile grew, a knowing glint in her hazel eyes. "I'm just being me," she replied, her voice a sweet symphony of innocence and temptation. She leaned closer, the fabric of her dress brushing against his leg. "And what about you?" she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "What are you feeling?"
Her proximity was intoxicating, the warmth of her body seeping into his. Aryan could feel the muscles in his jaw clench, his body responding to her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Anushka," he breathed, her name a warning and a plea. But she just giggled, the sound like a melody that played straight to his groin.
With a feline grace, she slid the plate of samosas onto the coffee table and stood, her dress hugging her curves like a second skin. She knew that as she walked away, his eyes would follow her, tracing the gentle sway of her hips, the roundness of her ass. And she reveled in the knowledge that she had him captivated, ensnared in a web of his own making.
Anushka glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his in the mirror above the fireplace. The hunger in his gaze was unmistakable, his pupils wide and dark. She offered a smug smile before turning away, her heart racing with excitement. The floorboards creaked softly beneath her as she made her way to the kitchen, the sound a taunting reminder of the power she held.
Aryan’s attempt at indifference towards Anushka made her more determined to win him over. She was not sure about what she wanted from him but knew that he was on the edge and a little nudge would push him towards her.
The next afternoon their house once again cloaked in a quiet intimacy. This time, she wore a short, floral dress that accentuated her curves, the fabric whispering against her skin as she moved. She sat on the floor, her legs folded beneath her, the soft light of the setting sun kissing her bare shoulders. The TV played in the background; a sitcom laugh track belying the drama unfolding in the room.
Anushka pretended to be engrossed in her phone, scrolling through meaningless posts, her thumb hovering over the screen. Aryan walked in, his eyes immediately drawn to the bare expanse of her thighs. She looked up, her gaze meeting his with a coy smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Hey," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate in the air around them.
Her brother's gaze lingered on her, his pupils dilating. She could see the battle raging within him, the struggle between his desires and the societal norms that forbade them. Anushka's heart raced as she leaned forward, her ample cleavage pressing against the fabric of her dress. "I made some snacks," she offered, her voice a siren's call. "Would you like some?"
The air in the room was charged, like the calm before a storm. Aryan took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. The jasmine scent grew stronger, wrapping around them like a seductive embrace. Anushka's hand reached out, offering him a plate of samosas, her fingers grazing his as he took it. The touch sent an electric shock through both of them, a silent declaration of intent.
They sat in tense silence, the laugh track from the TV a bizarre counterpoint to the tension that thrummed between them. Each bite Aryan took was a silent challenge, his eyes never leaving hers. Anushka's hand hovered near her mouth, her thumb tracing her lower lip in a way that was both innocent and maddeningly provocative. He watched her, his gaze hungry, unable to look away.
The sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow across her skin that made him want to reach out and touch her. He could see the pulse beating in the hollow of her throat, feel the heat emanating from her body. The jasmine scent grew stronger, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to be woven into her very essence. Anushka leaned back, the fabric of her dress riding up slightly to reveal the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
The sound of the TV grew distant as all Aryan could focus on was the way she licked her lips, the way her eyes seemed to dance with mischief. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, but it was no use. He was lost in the sultry depths of her gaze, unable to resist the siren's call. "What are you doing to me?" he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Anushka's smile grew, a knowing glint in her hazel eyes. "I'm just being me," she replied, her voice a sweet symphony of innocence and temptation. She leaned closer, the fabric of her dress brushing against his leg. "And what about you?" she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "What are you feeling?"
Her proximity was intoxicating, the warmth of her body seeping into his. Aryan could feel the muscles in his jaw clench, his body responding to her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Anushka," he breathed, her name a warning and a plea. But she just giggled, the sound like a melody that played straight to his groin.
With a feline grace, she slid the plate of samosas onto the coffee table and stood, her dress hugging her curves like a second skin. She knew that as she walked away, his eyes would follow her, tracing the gentle sway of her hips, the roundness of her ass. And she reveled in the knowledge that she had him captivated, ensnared in a web of his own making.
Anushka glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his in the mirror above the fireplace. The hunger in his gaze was unmistakable, his pupils wide and dark. She offered a smug smile before turning away, her heart racing with excitement. The floorboards creaked softly beneath her as she made her way to the kitchen, the sound a taunting reminder of the power she held.
Aryan’s attempt at indifference towards Anushka made her more determined to win him over. She was not sure about what she wanted from him but knew that he was on the edge and a little nudge would push him towards her.
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Hot storyChapter 12
The next afternoon their house once again cloaked in a quiet intimacy. This time, she wore a short, floral dress that accentuated her curves, the fabric whispering against her skin as she moved. She sat on the floor, her legs folded beneath her, the soft light of the setting sun kissing her bare shoulders. The TV played in the background; a sitcom laugh track belying the drama unfolding in the room.
Anushka pretended to be engrossed in her phone, scrolling through meaningless posts, her thumb hovering over the screen. Aryan walked in, his eyes immediately drawn to the bare expanse of her thighs. She looked up, her gaze meeting his with a coy smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Hey," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate in the air around them.
Her brother's gaze lingered on her, his pupils dilating. She could see the battle raging within him, the struggle between his desires and the societal norms that forbade them. Anushka's heart raced as she leaned forward, her ample cleavage pressing against the fabric of her dress. "I made some snacks," she offered, her voice a siren's call. "Would you like some?"
The air in the room was charged, like the calm before a storm. Aryan took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. The jasmine scent grew stronger, wrapping around them like a seductive embrace. Anushka's hand reached out, offering him a plate of samosas, her fingers grazing his as he took it. The touch sent an electric shock through both of them, a silent declaration of intent.
They sat in tense silence, the laugh track from the TV a bizarre counterpoint to the tension that thrummed between them. Each bite Aryan took was a silent challenge, his eyes never leaving hers. Anushka's hand hovered near her mouth, her thumb tracing her lower lip in a way that was both innocent and maddeningly provocative. He watched her, his gaze hungry, unable to look away.
The sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow across her skin that made him want to reach out and touch her. He could see the pulse beating in the hollow of her throat, feel the heat emanating from her body. The jasmine scent grew stronger, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to be woven into her very essence. Anushka leaned back, the fabric of her dress riding up slightly to reveal the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
The sound of the TV grew distant as all Aryan could focus on was the way she licked her lips, the way her eyes seemed to dance with mischief. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, but it was no use. He was lost in the sultry depths of her gaze, unable to resist the siren's call. "What are you doing to me?" he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Anushka's smile grew, a knowing glint in her hazel eyes. "I'm just being me," she replied, her voice a sweet symphony of innocence and temptation. She leaned closer, the fabric of her dress brushing against his leg. "And what about you?" she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "What are you feeling?"
Her proximity was intoxicating, the warmth of her body seeping into his. Aryan could feel the muscles in his jaw clench, his body responding to her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Anushka," he breathed, her name a warning and a plea. But she just giggled, the sound like a melody that played straight to his groin.
With a feline grace, she slid the plate of samosas onto the coffee table and stood, her dress hugging her curves like a second skin. She knew that as she walked away, his eyes would follow her, tracing the gentle sway of her hips, the roundness of her ass. And she reveled in the knowledge that she had him captivated, ensnared in a web of his own making.
Anushka glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his in the mirror above the fireplace. The hunger in his gaze was unmistakable, his pupils wide and dark. She offered a smug smile before turning away, her heart racing with excitement. The floorboards creaked softly beneath her as she made her way to the kitchen, the sound a taunting reminder of the power she held.
Aryan’s attempt at indifference towards Anushka made her more determined to win him over. She was not sure about what she wanted from him but knew that he was on the edge and a little nudge would push him towards her.