Sandhya and her husband explore his incest fantasy

“Ready?” Prijesh’s voice was low, a smirk playing on his lips as he held out the blindfold.

Sandhya took a deep breath, heart racing. “Yes,” she replied, feeling the cool fabric slip over her eyes.

“Good girl,” Prijesh said, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet room. He tied the blindfold securely, ensuring she was in complete darkness.

Sandhya felt his fingers trace the curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Now, let’s get you dressed,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

She felt him place a set of unfamiliar clothing in her hands: a delicate lace bra and panties, a soft, silky nightgown. “These are my sister’s,” he murmured, a hint of mischief in his tone. She blushed but didn’t object, feeling a thrill of excitement at the forbidden nature of their roleplay.

“Why am I wearing your sister’s dress?” she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and arousal.

“Because you’re playing the part of my naughty little sister tonight,” Prijesh replied, his voice a soft growl.

Sandhya’s breath hitched. “This is so wrong,” she whispered, but the excitement in her voice was unmistakable.

“Shh,” Prijesh chuckled, his hands guiding hers to put on the lingerie. “But it feels so right, doesn’t it?”

Sandhya nodded, a soft moan escaping her lips as the fabric caressed her skin. She slipped into the nightgown, feeling it hug her curves in all the right places. “How did you get her clothes?” she wondered aloud, her voice a sultry whisper.

“Let’s just say she won’t be needing them tonight,” Prijesh said, his tone teasing. He stepped back, admiring her. “Perfect,” he murmured. “You look just like my little sis.”

Sandhya’s cheeks flushed. “Does she wear these often?”

“Only at night,” Prijesh replied, his voice thick with suggestion. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against the bare skin of her thigh. “Now, let’s get into character,” he said, his touch sending electric jolts through her body.

Sandhya felt a thrill of anticipation. “What are we doing with her clothes?” she asked, her voice a breathy whisper.

Prijesh leaned in closer, his voice a seductive purr. “We’re playing a game,” he said, his fingertips tracing the edge of the lace panties. “And in this game, you’re my naughty little sister.”

Sandhya felt a shiver of excitement. “What kind of game?” she breathed, her pulse racing.

“A very kinky one,” Prijesh said, his voice dropping to a whisper. He stepped behind her, his hands sliding around her waist. “You’re going to be my little sister,” he murmured, his words sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

“But how do you know she wears these clothes at night?” Sandhya asked, playing along with a coy smile, her voice filled with innocent curiosity.

“Because, naughty little sister, I’ve caught her in them before,” Prijesh said, his tone playfully scolding.

Sandhya’s breath hitched at the thought. “How?” she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

“Let’s just say I walked in on her when she didn’t expect me,” Prijesh replied, his grip on her waist tightening.

Sandhya’s imagination raced. “Was she doing something… kinky?” she asked, her voice a breathy whisper.

“Exactly,” Prijesh said, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through the lace.

Sandhya felt a surge of excitement at his words. “What was she doing?” she repeated, playing the part.

“Masturbating,” Prijesh whispered into her ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Spreading her legs and playing with herself like a dirty little slut.”

Sandhya gasped, her body responding to the crude words. “Did you watch her?” she asked, playing along.

“Of course,” Prijesh said, his voice thick with lust. “I couldn’t resist. She looked so hot, her hand buried between her legs, playing with her tight little pussy.”

Sandhya’s breath quickened at the explicit description. “What did you do?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“I watched,” Prijesh said, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. “I watched until she came, her body shaking with pleasure. And then…”

“What happened?” Sandhya’s voice was barely a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest.

“After watching her, I wanted to do the same scene with you,” Prijesh said, his voice thick with desire.

Sandhya felt her knees go weak. “Here?” she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“Here,” Prijesh confirmed, his voice firm. “On her bed, just like she does.”

Sandhya’s heart raced as he guided her to the bed, his touch firm yet gentle. She felt the softness of the sheets under her, and the excitement grew more intense.

“Just like my sister,” Prijesh murmured, his hand caressing her cheek. “So innocent, yet so desperate for a taste of the forbidden.”

Sandhya moaned softly, the idea of playing his sister’s role turning her on more than she ever thought possible. “What do you want me to do in her bed?” she whispered, her voice full of anticipation.

“Spread your legs,” Prijesh instructed, his voice low and commanding. “Just like she does.”

Sandhya obeyed, her legs parting slowly, revealing the dampness between her thighs. “Oh, you’re already so wet,” he observed, his voice filled with approval.

“I can’t help it,” she confessed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “We should not do this in her bed, with her clothes. This is wrong. She may notice it.”

“That’s the thrill,” Prijesh murmured, his hand tracing the damp fabric of her panties.

Sandhya felt his fingertips graze her clit, and she gasped, arching her back. “P-Prijesh,” she stuttered, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise.

“Call me ‘brother’ tonight,” he whispered, his breath warm against her neck.

Sandhya nodded, her heart racing. “Okay, brother,” she murmured, feeling the thrill of their taboo game.

Prijesh’s hand slid beneath her panties, his fingers finding her slick folds. “You’re such a naughty little sister,” he said, his voice a gruff whisper.

“Brother,” Sandhya moaned, her body responding to his touch. The word felt strange on her lips, but the thrill of their forbidden roleplay only heightened her arousal.

“That’s it,” Prijesh said, his voice low and encouraging. “Now tell me, what do you do when you’re a naughty little sister?”

“I-I play with myself,” Sandhya whispered, her face flushing even hotter. She felt his hand guide hers down to her pussy.

“That’s right,” Prijesh said, his voice a gentle rumble. “Just like my sister does.”

Sandhya’s heart raced as she felt her hand guided by his. She’d never talked so explicitly with him before, and the excitement was intoxicating. “And what do you do?” she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“I watch,” Prijesh said, his voice a deep, dark growl. “I watch my naughty little sister play with herself, her hand moving faster and faster until she reaches her peak.”

“And, just watch??” she said, her voice barely audible, her hand mimicking the actions he described.

“Yes,” Prijesh’s voice was a hoarse whisper, his breathing heavy with desire. “I couldn’t take my eyes off her, seeing her pleasure herself.”

Sandhya’s hand grew bolder, mimicking the strokes she imagined his sister doing. “And when she was done, what did you do?” she breathed out, her arousal building.

“I’d jerk off,” Prijesh said, his voice thick with lust. “Imagining it was me fucking her instead.”

Sandhya’s breath hitched at his bluntness. “Here?” she asked, her hand stalling for a moment.

“No, not here,” Prijesh said, his voice firm. “In the bathroom.”

Sandhya felt a pang of disappointment, but she nodded, understanding the need for secrecy.

“Now, I want you to do it here,” she told him, her voice trembling with excitement.

Prijesh felt his cock thicken at the sound of his wife’s wanton invitation. “Yes, sister,” he murmured, his hand guiding her own to continue her intimate exploration.

Sandhya’s hand grew more confident, her fingers dancing over her swollen clit. “Brother,” she whimpered, the word a delicious sin on her lips.

Prijesh’s eyes roved over her, taking in the sight of his wife dressed in his sister’s lingerie, her hand working between her legs. He couldn’t believe how much this was turning him on. He stepped closer, his hand finding his erection, stroking it through his pants. “Look up,” he instructed, his voice a low growl.

Sandhya tilted her head back, her blindfolded eyes searching for his. “What is it?” she asked, her voice breathless.

“Nothing,” Prijesh lied, his gaze drawn to the framed picture on the wall. It was a portrait of his sister, dressed similarly to what Sandhya was wearing now. The resemblance was uncanny, and it was all he could do to keep his voice steady.

Sandhya’s hand stilled for a moment, her eyes searching the darkness. “Brother?” she questioned, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“Keep playing,” Prijesh ordered, his voice tight with arousal. “Pretend I’m not here.”

Sandhya swallowed hard, the idea of being watched by her ‘brother’ adding to her excitement. She resumed her movements, her hand gliding over her wetness. “But you are here,” she murmured, her voice a soft protest.

“Yeah, I am,” Prijesh said, his voice gruff. “But you’re so lost in the moment, you don’t even realize it.”

Sandhya bit her lip, her hand moving faster. “I’m naughty, aren’t I?” she whispered, playing the part of the curious sister.

“So naughty,” Prijesh agreed, his voice a deep rumble of approval. “Just like she was.”

Sandhya’s body tensed at his words, her hand moving more urgently. “What did she do?” she panted, her voice high with excitement.

“She played with her pussy,” Prijesh said, his voice thick with lust. “Just like you’re doing now.”

Sandhya’s breath hitched, her hand moving faster in response to his words. “Brother,” she moaned, the taboo word rolling off her tongue.

“That’s it,” Prijesh encouraged, his hand moving in time with hers. “You’re just like her.”

Sandhya’s breathing grew ragged as she masturbated for him, the kinky words spilling from his mouth fueling her desire. She felt her orgasm building, her body trembling with need.

“Brother, I’m going to cum,” she whimpered, her hand moving frantically over her clit.

“Do it,” Prijesh urged his voice tight with his own need. “Cum for me, naughty little sister.”

Sandhya’s hand moved in a frenzied motion, her breathing ragged as she approached climax. “Brother,” she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.

“Cum for me,” Prijesh urged, his hand matching her rhythm. His eyes never left her face, watching the pleasure build in her expression.

Sandhya’s hand moved faster, her breaths shallow and quick. “I’m going to cum,” she whispered the words of a sweet confession in the darkness.

“That’s it,” Prijesh murmured, his voice a gentle coax. “Cum for me, baby, cum on her panty.”

Sandhya’s body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. She felt her pussy clench around her fingers, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She moaned, her hand moving frantically until the last shudder passed through her.

Prijesh climbed onto the bed. “Good girl,” he said, his voice a gentle coax. “You’re just like my sister.”

Sandhya felt a thrill of excitement at the comparison. “Brother,” she murmured, her voice a breathy whisper. “What now?”

“Now,” Prijesh said, his voice low and seductive, “you’re going to get a taste of what she’s been getting.” He climbed onto the bed, his weight shifting the mattress beneath her.

Sandhya felt his hand slide down her body over the damp fabric of the panties. “What does she do?” she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation.

“She takes off her panties,” Prijesh said, his voice a gruff whisper. “And she lets me see everything.”

Sandhya’s heart raced as she felt his hand tugging at the fabric, his fingertips grazing her sensitive skin. With trembling hands, she helped him slide the damp panties down her legs.

“Good girl,” Prijesh murmured, his voice thick with lust. He tossed the lacy garment aside, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

Sandhya felt the mattress shift as he moved closer, his body heat searing through the thin material of the nightgown. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice a needy whisper.

“I want to fuck you,” Prijesh said, his voice a raw, primal growl. “Just like I would fuck my sister.”

Sandhya’s heart raced the dirty words, painting a vivid picture in her mind. “Do it,” she begged, her voice shaking with need. “Fuck me, brother.”

Prijesh didn’t need any more encouragement. He yanked the nightgown up, exposing her bare ass to the cool air. His cock, now free from his pants, nudged against her wetness. “Ready?” he asked, his voice a gruff whisper.

Sandhya nodded, her heart racing. “Yes, brother,” she murmured, feeling a thrill at the depraved words leaving her lips.

Prijesh thrust into her, filling her. “Oh, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief.

Sandhya gasped, her body stretching around him. “Brother,” she moaned, the word sounding so wrong yet so right in this moment.

Prijesh’s hips pumped into her, his hand gripping her hip tightly. “You like that?” he grunted, his voice a harsh whisper.

“Yes, brother,” Sandhya moaned, the word feeling foreign yet so right in the heat of the moment. Her body was a livewire of sensation, each stroke of his cock sending sparks through her.

Prijesh’s grunts grew louder, his breath hot against her neck. “Cum for me,” he rasped, his thrusts growing more urgent.

Sandhya’s body tightened around him, her orgasm building once more. “Cumming,” she gasped, her voice a breathless whisper.

Prijesh’s movements grew erratic, his hips slamming into hers. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned, feeling his release approaching.

“Do it,” Sandhya begged, her voice trembling. “Cum on her bed.”

Prijesh’s thrusts grew more urgent, his breath hot against her ear. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice tight with need. “Say you want me to cum on your sister’s bed.”

“Brother, please,” Sandhya moaned, her voice a desperate whine. “Cum on her bed, make it dirty.”

Prijesh’s grip tightened, his movements growing more erratic. “You’re so fucking naughty,” he whispered, his voice a harsh growl.

“Brother,” Sandhya panted, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. “Do it,” she urged, her voice a needy whine.

Prijesh’s grunts grew louder, his hips slamming into her with reckless abandon. “I’m going to cum,” he warned, his voice thick with lust.

“Cum for me,” Sandhya urged, her body trembling beneath him. She felt the warmth of his seed fill her, the sensation sending her over the edge once more.

Prijesh groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. He pulled out his cock and cum on his sister’s bed. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Sandhya lay there, panting, her body still trembling with pleasure. “Brother,” she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Prijesh leaned over her, his breathing ragged. “Naughty little sister,” he whispered, his hand stroking her hair.

Sandhya giggled, the thrill of their roleplay still buzzing through her. “Brother,” she whispered back, the word feeling deliciously wrong on her lips.

Prijesh’s cock twitched, still hard despite his recent release. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “We don’t want to get caught.”

Sandhya nodded, her heart racing. She could feel the sticky warmth of his cum between her thighs, a reminder of their taboo play. Together, they moved quietly, careful not to disturb the room, leaving the cum in his sister’s bed and her dresses in her laundry bag.

“Thank you for letting me be part of your fantasy,” she whispered, her voice still hoarse from her moans.

“Thank you for being such a good sport,” Prijesh replied, his voice a mix of love and lust. He helped her to her feet, his hand lingering on her bare hip.

“Brother,” she whispered, her voice still thick with arousal. “Someone might see us. Let us go to our room. You want me to come nude now?”

“Don’t worry,” Prijesh murmured, his hand sliding down to caress her ass. “It’s just us.”

But as they made their way back to their room, a prickle of unease crept up Sandhya’s spine. She couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t alone. Her steps grew tentative, her heart racing in her chest.

Prijesh noticed her hesitation and whispered, “What’s wrong?” His hand tightened around her waist, guiding her through the dark hallway.

Sandhya gulped. “I-I think someone’s watching us,” she confessed, her voice trembling.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm her. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice firm. “We’re just going to our room.”

Prijesh’s cock was still hard, the thrill of their secret escapade pulsing through his veins.

Sandhya’s hand was shaking as she led him back to their room, her heart racing. She could feel the warm stickiness of his cum slowly trickling down her thighs, the evidence of their taboo act.

“In here,” she whispered, pushing the door open with trembling fingers. The room was a haven, their little bubble of normalcy in the midst of their kinky roleplay.

The two eyes see Sandhya’s nude and Prijesh’s hard are still in shock.

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