Sister becomes my enemy – Love and Lust

“Kamali, wait—what if she hears us?” Vijay’s voice was a low whisper, his hands trembling as he cupped her face, his eyes darting toward the door.

Kamali smirked, her fingers already working at the buckle of his belt. “Relax, Vijay. She’s downstairs making snacks. We’ve got time.” Her lips brushed against his, soft and teasing, before she sank to her knees in front of him.

The moment her warm mouth closed around him, Vijay forgot about everything else. His head fell back, a groan escaping his lips as her tongue traced every inch of him. This was why he couldn’t get enough of her.

It had only been a week since Vijay first laid eyes on Kamali. He’d joined the college in Bangalore, still wide-eyed and awkward. She walked into the lecture hall wearing a traditional Marwadi lehenga. The way the fabric clung to her curves, and her bangles jingled with every movement.

It was like she’d stepped straight out of his fantasies. He’d always had a thing for Marwadi women. There was something about their grace, their poise that drew him in. And Kamali? She was everything he’d ever dreamed of.

Within days, he mustered up the courage to ask her out. To his surprise, she said yes. “I don’t know why,” she’d laughed later, “but there’s something about you, Vijay. You’re different.”

Their connection was instant. They spent every free moment together, sneaking kisses in empty classrooms, whispering sweet nothings under the shade of the campus trees. It didn’t take long for things to escalate.

One day, after class, Kamali dragged him into the girls’ washroom.

“What are we doing?” Vijay asked, his heart racing as she locked the door behind them.

“Shh.” She pressed a finger to his lips, her eyes dark with desire. “Just let go.”

That was the first time she’d taken him in her mouth. The memory still made him shiver. Since then, it had become their little secret—quick, heated moments stolen between classes, always careful, always short of going all the way.

But today? Today felt different.

Kamali’s older sister, Nishita, had invited them over for tea. Vijay had heard bits and pieces about her. She was married and lived in a luxurious villa on the other side of the city. But nothing could have prepared him for meeting her in person.

When she opened the door, Vijay’s breath caught in his throat. Nishita was stunning. Her red saree hugged her voluptuous figure perfectly, the gold accents catching the light as she moved. Her skin glowed, her dark eyes framed by long lashes. She looked like a goddess.

Vijay bowed instinctively, his palm pressing against her foot as he sought her blessing. The contact lasted a second too long, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her ankle. When he glanced up, he thought he saw a flicker of something in her eyes—something dark, something hungry.

But then she laughed, her hand brushing over his head.

“Don’t be so formal, Vijay. I’m not that old.”

They all laughed, but Vijay couldn’t shake the feeling. There was an energy in the room, an unspoken tension that left him on edge.

As Nishita busied herself in the kitchen, Kamali led Vijay upstairs to her sister’s guest room. The moment the door clicked shut, they were on each other, their hands roaming, their breaths mingling.

“Do you think…” Vijay started, breaking away for a moment.

Kamali silenced him with a kiss. “Stop thinking. Just feel.”

Her hand slid into his pants, her fingertips brushing against his sensitive skin. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. When she dropped to her knees, he didn’t protest. How could he?

Downstairs, Nishita leaned against the kitchen counter, her fingers tracing absent circles over the swell of her breast. She could hear the faint creak of the floorboards above her, the muffled sounds of laughter and whispers. She knew what was happening.

She’d seen the look in Vijay’s eyes when he’d touched her foot. The way his gaze lingered on her body when he thought no one was watching. He wanted her. The thought sent a thrill through her, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her saree.

She pressed her thighs together, attempting to ignore the ache building between them. But it was no use. Her mind kept drifting back to him. The way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, the flush in his cheeks when he’d looked at her.

She bit her lip, her fingers sliding lower. Just a quick touch, she told herself. Just enough to take the edge off. But soon, she was lost in the fantasy, imagining his hands on her. His lips explored every inch of her body.

By the time Nishita carried the tray of coffee and samosas upstairs, she’d composed herself—mostly. She knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open, her eyes scanning the room. Kamali’s flushed face, Vijay’s tousled hair. It was all the confirmation she needed.

“Here, have some coffee,” Nishita said, handing a cup to Kamali. When she turned to Vijay, she held his gaze for a beat longer than necessary, her lips curving into a sly smile. As she passed him his cup, her fingers brushed against his, her touch lingering just a fraction too long.

And then she winked.

Vijay froze, his heart skipping a beat. Did she—? No, surely he’d imagined it. But when he looked up, Nishita was already walking away, her hips swaying with every step.

Kamali seemed oblivious, sipping her coffee and chatting animatedly about their plans for the evening. But Vijay’s mind was elsewhere, his pulse racing as he replayed that moment.

The evening deepened, and the air in Nishita’s villa thickened with unspoken tension. Kamali and Vijay had left hours ago. But Nishita couldn’t shake the electric charge that had crackled between her and the young man earlier. She paced her bedroom, her fingers tracing the edge of the dresser.

Her mind raced. He’s so young, she thought, but there’s something about him. The way he had looked at her—like he wanted to devour her—had stirred something primal within her. She glanced at her husband, who was already asleep, his breathing slow and steady.

A mischievous smile played on her lips. She padded to her closet and pulled out a crimson silk gown she hadn’t worn in years. It clung to her curves like a second skin, the plunging neckline revealing just enough to tease. The slit up the side reached dangerously high, exposing her toned thigh with every step.

She let her dark hair cascade down her back, loose and untamed, and added a touch of red lipstick. Nishita crept back to the bed, her heart pounding. She took her phone and set it to record, placing it discreetly on the nightstand. Then, with a wicked grin, she blindfolded her sleeping husband with a silk scarf.

“Shh…” she whispered as he stirred. “Just relax.” Her husband murmured something incoherent, still groggy from sleep, but he didn’t resist. Nishita straddled him, her weight pressing into him as she leaned down to kiss his neck. Her hands roamed over his chest, her nails gently scratching his skin.

“Mmm… you feel so good,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. But her mind wasn’t on him. Every touch, every moan, was for someone else. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Vijay beneath her. His strong hands gripped her hips, his uncut cock throbbing with desire.

The fantasy sent a shiver down her spine. She ground herself against her husband, her body already slick with arousal. “Are you ready for me?” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. Without waiting for an answer, she reached down and guided him inside her, sinking into him with a gasp.

She rolled her hips slowly at first, savouring the sensation, but soon her pace quickened. Her moaning grew louder, more desperate, as she lost herself in the rhythm.

“Yes… yes…” she chanted, her voice trembling. She threw her head back, her hair swaying with every movement. Her breasts heaved with each thrust, the silky fabric of her dress sliding against her skin. She could feel the heat building inside her, her climax threatening to burst forth.

“Tell me how much you want me,” she demanded, her words laced with urgency. Her husband groaned, his hands grasping at her thighs, but she barely noticed. In her mind, Vijay responded to her, his voice rough with desire.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” she imagined him saying. “I can’t get enough of you.”

The sound of her voice brought her back to reality, if only for a moment. “Do you love it when I ride you like this?” she asked, her tone was teasing. Her husband mumbled something in response, but it was irrelevant. Nishita was too far gone, her body moving purely on instinct.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. “I’m going to make you cum so hard,” she promised, her voice dripping with seduction. Her pace became erratic, her movements frantic as she chased her release. She could feel him tensing beneath her, his breathing ragged, but she didn’t stop. Not yet.

Finally, the wave crashed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure. She cried out, her voice echoing through the room as her orgasm ripped through her. Her husband followed moments later, his grip tightening on her hips as he spilt inside her.

Nishita collapsed onto him, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She stayed there momentarily, basking in the afterglow before slowly pulling away. She removed the blindfold and kissed her husband gently on the forehead. “Sleep now,” she whispered, her voice soft and soothing.

She cleaned up and retrieved her phone. Nishita couldn’t help but smile. She had no intention of showing anyone the video—it was hers alone. But the thrill of having recorded it, of being so naughty, was intoxicating.

She slipped into the bathroom, stripped off the crimson gown, and let it pool at her feet. Her reflection in the mirror stared back at her. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Vijay, she thought, running her fingers over her lips. I wonder what you would do if you saw that video.

The idea sent a fresh excitement through her, and she bit her lip, imagining different scenarios. Would he be shocked? Turned on? She pictured him watching it, his hand moving slowly over his cock as he watched her take control. The thought made her wet all over again.

She stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over her. Her mind wandered as she lathered her body. Her thoughts were consumed by the possibilities. She couldn’t deny it anymore—she wanted Vijay. And if tonight were any indication, she would take risks by having him.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she felt renewed, her confidence soaring. She glanced at her husband, still fast asleep, and smiled. Let’s see how far this goes, she thought as she slipped into bed.

The next morning, Nishita woke up with a plan. She sent Kamali a text, inviting her and Vijay over for dinner that evening. “Bring your appetite,” she wrote, adding a playful wink emoji. She knew Kamali wouldn’t suspect a thing, but Vijay? Well, she hoped he would read between the lines.

Later that afternoon, Nishita sat on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. She paused at one particular photo—a selfie Kamali had sent her weeks ago, featuring her and Vijay smiling brightly. Nishita zoomed in on Vijay’s face, lingering on his smouldering gaze.

“You’re such a little devil,” she murmured, a sly grin across her face. She couldn’t wait to see him again, to test the boundaries of their connection. As the sun began to set, Nishita put the finishing touches on dinner, her heart racing with anticipation.

The doorbell rang, and her stomach fluttered. She smoothed her saree and exhaled deeply before opening the door. There they were—Kamali and Vijay, standing side by side. Kamali greeted her sister with a hug, but Vijay hesitated.

His eyes met Nishita’s. For a brief moment, the world seemed to fade away. She smiled, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.

“Welcome,” she said, stepping aside to let them in. As Vijay passed her, she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.”

His eyes widened, and she saw the blush creeping up his cheeks. Nishita turned away, satisfied with his reaction. The night was beginning, and she intended to make it unforgettable.

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