Forbidden Flames with My Sister-in-Law – Part 3

I flipped her over, kissing her back, slow, wet kisses down her spine. She shivered, moaning softly. My hands slid to her bra hooks, unhooking fast, pulling it off in a flash before she could react. I turned her back. God, her nude boobs were there, the first time for me.

Round, full, nipples hard, glistening wet. “Neha,” I said, voice breaking, “these nude boobs are so fucking beautiful, so soft damn, they’re gorgeous, so juicy.” I stared, adoring them, heart racing. I pulled her up, hugging her close, my chest on her nude boobs, comforting her.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered, kissing her forehead, “Don’t be shy. I’ve got you.” She trembled, semi-nude, eyes big. I kissed her boobs smooth, soft pecks, then bit her nipple gently, teeth grazing it. She moaned loudly, “Sohail!” and grabbed me.

She kissed my wild lips, neck, cheeks, everywhere. Two minutes of steamy, messy kisses, her tongue on mine, hands all over me. She stopped suddenly, pulling back, blushing hard. “Sohail, we shouldn’t,” voice shaky, confused. I smiled, kissing her lips softly, “You’re too good, Neha.”

I kissed her stomach again, sucking her navel, licking rain off it, hands rubbing her boobs gently over the petticoat now. She moaned, “Sohail, you’re too much.” I slid my hand down, tugging her petticoat. She grabbed my wrist. “No, not that.” I stopped, kissing her lips again.

“Your nude waist,” I said, tracing it, “so sexy this navel’s killing me.” She moaned softly, hands brushing my shorts, touching my hard dick lightly through them. “Sohail,” she said, shy, “it’s so big.” I grinned, “Don’t you want to see it?” She shook her head fast, “No.”

But I took her hand slowly, sliding it inside my shorts. Her fingers touched my dick, big, hard, hot. She gasped, shy, amazed. “Sohail, it’s so huge. My sister’s lucky,” she said, her voice trembling, pulling her hand back quickly. I laughed flirtatiously. “If you want, you can be lucky too.” She hit my arm, blushing. “Shut up!”

The rain slowed, soft now. I pulled her close, spooning her on the wet floor, my arms around her nude waist. Her nude boobs pressed my chest. “You’re mine like this,” I whispered, kissing her neck. She sighed, shy, then put her hands over my neck, holding me for the first time.

I scooped her up, her wet body light in my arms, her eyes avoiding mine, blushing hard. “Let’s get you dry,” I said, smiling, carrying her to the bedroom. I grabbed a towel, rubbing her slowly. I started at her neck—soft, warm, wiping rain off, kissing it lightly.

Then her nude boobs—gorgeous, full. I rubbed gently over them, feeling their softness, circling her nipples slowly, making her shiver. Down to her stomach—smooth, flat—I rubbed long strokes, kissing her skin. Her navel—deep, hot—I rubbed it soft, dipping the towel in, sucking rain off it again, licking slowly.

Then, her legs—long, fair—I rubbed up her thighs, firm but gentle, feeling her shake. “Neha,” I said, “you’re so beautiful, this nude waist, these curves—damn, I can’t get enough.”

She moaned softly, “Sohail, you’re too good,” shy but warm, hugging me back slowly. I wrapped the towel around her shoulders, covering her nude boobs, pulling her close. “Stay warm,” I said, kissing her forehead and holding her tight.

My shorts were still on, soaked and heavy. I grabbed another towel, grinning. “Neha, mind if I ditch these wet shorts here, or should I go to the other room?” She laughed softly, blushing. “After all this, you think I’ll send you away? Do it here.”

I smirked, turning a bit, dropping my shorts fast, water dripping off me. I wrapped the towel around my waist, short, barely covering. Then I slid my underwear off under it, fumbling a little. The towel shifted, too small to hide everything.

My dick—big, hard, thick—poked out the side, fully in her view for a second. She breathed heavily, eyes wide, staring at it. I tugged the towel down quickly, not noticing her gaze. She looked away fast, blushing hard, biting her lip, and staying quiet.

I turned back, clueless, adjusting the towel and stepping close to her on the bed. She looked tired, eyes half-closed. I leaned in, kissing her lips softly, “You’re exhausted, huh? Change and rest.” She nodded slowly, weakly.

I pulled the blanket over her, genuinely, “Here, take off that wet petticoat and panty—I won’t look.” She smiled small, trusting, sliding them off under the blanket, handing them to me, damp and warm. I took them, tossed them in the basket, and then came back.

I kissed her forehead, “Relax, my heart,” sitting beside her. She reached up, arms open, and I hugged her close, her body still wrapped in the towel I’d put around her shoulders. She held me tight, pressing against me, her warmth seeping through.

The hug stretched long, slow, her breathing soft against my neck. Her hands gripped my back, pulling me closer. The towel slipped—slowly at first, then fully, falling off her shoulders to the bed. Her nude boobs pressed my chest—soft, warm, nipples brushing my skin.

She knew I felt her tense a little, but she didn’t pull back. I held her tighter, my hands on her nude waist, feeling those gorgeous curves. Her body was trembling against mine. “Neha,” I whispered, voice low, kissing her cheek slowly, “you feel so good.”

She moaned softly, barely a sound, her face buried in my shoulder, hugging me harder. Five minutes passed—maybe more—our bodies locked, her nude boobs flattening against me, heat building between us. My towel stayed on, short and tight, my dick hard beneath it, pressing her stomach a little through the fabric.

She didn’t move, didn’t fix the towel, just held me. Her breath was hot on my neck, hands digging into my shoulders. I kissed her ear and her hair, rubbing her back slowly, feeling every inch of her nude skin against me. “You’re my everything,” I said, softly, my lips grazing her skin.

Finally, she loosened her grip, still close, eyes shy but warm. She looked up, her voice soft, “Sohail, thank you. This was wonderful.” Before I could answer, she leaned in, kissing my lips—slow, warm, a little shaky. Her hands were on my face. I kissed back, gently but deeply, tasting her, my heart racing.

I pulled back slowly, smiling, picking up the towel and draping it over her shoulders again, gently. “Rest now,” I said, kissing her forehead one more time. “Bye, Neha—sleep well.” I stood, her arms falling slowly, her gaze following me, soft and tired. I left, heart pounding, her nude warmth and that kiss still on me.

After a month or so, we’re working from home together at her place again. I’m bored, my work’s done, and she says the same. “Let’s watch a movie,” I suggest, “dim lights under a blanket.” I set it up—TV on, lights low, blanket ready. “Go wear something modern,” I say, grinning.

She thinks for a bit, then goes back and wears a one-piece dress, knee-length, with a long zip down her back. She looks so beautiful, so hot. My dick gets hard just seeing her. She slides into my arms, pulls the blanket over us, and we start the movie.

She starts talking—her husband is busy with work and doesn’t care. I console her, “I’m here, Neha.” She looks at me softly, “You came into my life, Sohail, because of you. I laugh, I find reasons to smile, and I’m living again. Thank you so much.”

I touch her lips slowly, tracing them with my fingers, “All I want is to make you happy, bring that smile to your life.” Tears well up in her eyes. I lean in, drinking those teardrops with my lips. She’s so happy, glowing. She grabs my face, pulls me close, and kisses me—wild, hungry, like nothing before.

Her lips crash into mine, hot and wet, tongue diving in deep, tasting me. I kiss back hard, sucking her tongue, my hands in her hair, pulling her tight. She moans into my mouth, “Sohail,” her breath fast, lips shaking. Kissing me like she was starving—long, messy, tongues twisting.

Her body pressed hard against me, trembling with heat. She hugs me tight, still kissing, then pulls back slowly, eyes locked on mine. I grab her zip and look at her—she nods, shy. I unzip slowly, just to her waist, exposing her nude back, smooth, warm.

“Neha,” I whisper, sliding the dress off her shoulders, kissing her there, soft, slow. She moans, “Sohail,” her hands on my neck. “You make me feel so alive,” she says, voice shaky. I caress her back, “You’re my reason too,” kissing her lips again, deeply. She moans louder, “Oh,” fingers digging into my hair.

I pull the dress lower, past her collarbone—her nude boobs peek out, no bra, round and full. “These boobs are so gorgeous,” I say, kissing one, sucking it slow, then the other, praising, “So soft, so perfect.” She moans, “Sohail, yes” I grab a honey bottle from the table, drizzle it on both boobs—sticky, sweet.

I lick it off, sucking hard, one melon at a time. She goes crazy, moaning loud, “Sohail, oh God,” grabbing my dick over my shorts, pressing it tight. I bite her nipple gently, licking honey—sweet and hot. She slides her hand under my shorts, feeling me, “So big..”

I drip honey on her navel, licking it crazy, sucking deep, tongue swirling. She’s in another zone—moaning fast, “Sohail,” her body shaking. She kicks off my shorts and underwear with her legs under the blanket—wild, lost in it. I don’t think she’s seen my dick yet, still covered.

I press her ass over the dress, squeezing hard, licking her navel more—honey dripping. She’s panting, “Sohail, you’re too much.”I pause, kissing her lips, “Should we keep going?” She thinks, breathing heavily, then whispers in my ear, “This dress is irritating me,” kissing my ear slowly.

I get it—unzipping all the way, pulling it off completely. She’s nude—nude waist, boobs, ass—under the blanket. I kiss down, near her pussy, lips brushing close but not there. She shakes, moaning, “Sohail, oh.” I kiss her legs—soft, trembling—up her thighs.

“Want me to lick you there?” I ask, voice low. She gasps, “No, this is enough.” She is shy but firm.

She grabs my shirt and pulls it off—kissing my body, lips on my chest stomach, slow and hot. Her hand finds my dick, “I’ve never seen one so big.” kissing it light, soft pecks. The blanket slips off—the first time we see each other nude. She climbs on me, sitting on my dick—not inside, just rubbing slow, teasing.

“Look at you,” she says, grinning, “so big down there.” I laugh, “All for you, Neha.” She pokes my chest, “Oh, really? This monster is gonna eat me?” I smirk, “One day it will—make you scream loud.” She giggles, “No chance! Too huge—where does it even go?”

I grin, “Anywhere you want, sexy.” She slaps my arm lightly, “You’re so bad! This big thing scares me!” I tease, “You like it scary, huh?” She blushes, “Maybe, but you’re still crazy.” I laugh, “Crazy for you.” She smiles, “Keep dreaming—this is all you get!” We laugh, her rubbing me slowly, flirty and fun.

She lies beside me, hugging me tight—my dick pokes her stomach hard and hot. “It’s poking me,” she says, giggling, “so naughty.” I grin, “Can’t help it—these melons drive me wild.” I squeeze her nude boobs, kissing them softly. She moans, “Sohail, they’re all sticky now,” rubbing my chest.

I laugh, “Sticky and tasty—best melons ever.” She pokes my side, “You’re silly licking them like that.” I kiss her lips, “And this navel—honey’s still on it,” licking it slow again. She gasps, “Oh, you’re too much, so sexy there.” I tease her ass, squeezing, “And this—round, juicy.”

She giggles, “Stop it! You’re making me crazy.” Her hand brushes my dick, “This monster is so hard still.” I grin, “Your fault—look at you, all nude and hot.” She blushes, “You’re worse poking me like this!” We kiss hard, tongues deep, teasing each other. Her boobs on me, my dick on her stomach.

“Got a condom?” I ask, half-joking. She gasps, “No, we’re not doing that! Don’t even think about it!” I laugh, “Okay, okay, relax.” We stay like that—nude, tangled, warm—talking, kissing, teasing more. Her nude boobs press my chest.

“These melons are too good,” I say, sucking one quick. She moans, “Sohail, you’re bad,” kissing my neck. “This navel,” I say, rubbing it, “so hot.” She giggles, “You and that honey” Her hand rests on my dick, “Still big.” We drift off, sleeping nude for just 2 hours. Her husband might come back soon.

I wake first, her nude body still on me, dick poking her stomach. I don’t dress—too risky to leave yet. She stirs, opens her eyes, and pulls me down, kissing my lips softly, “Sohail,” I kiss back, “Neha, you’re still sexy.” She smiles, “You too.” We hug tight, nude and warm, waiting it out.

A week after our movie night, we’re all out together—me, my wife, Neha, and her husband—at a restaurant. Her husband is back from his trip, talking loudly about work and ignoring Neha. My wife, Neha’s sister, chats with me, keeping it fun.

Neha’s quiet, sitting there in a classy dress, tight, knee-length, showing her curves. She looks so hot—my dick stirs, thinking of her nude under that blanket.

Her husband cuts her off while she’s talking, “Neha, you go on too much—quiet down a bit.” It’s rude and sharp. She stops, face dropping. I jump in, “Hey, she’s perfect—smart, funny, lights up the room. You’re lucky, man.” My voice is steady, eyes on him.

My wife nods, “Yeah, she’s the best sister—always has good stuff to say. Don’t be mean.” Neha looks at me, then her sister and a shy smile comes back. Her husband rolls his eyes, “Fine, whatever,” brushing it off. Neha says softly, “Thanks, Sohail and you, sis.”

Her eyes catch mine, warm, a little too long. Food comes, and her foot brushes mine under the table—quick, secret. I grin, sipping my drink, feeling the heat between us.

A few days after the restaurant, Neha calls me. “Sohail, my sister’s at Mom’s, and he’s off on another business trip. Wear something good. Come for dinner.” I grin, “Okay, Neha.” I show up in a shirt and jeans. She opens the door—red saree, tight, hugging her curves, nude waist glowing, boobs pushing out.

She’s so hot—my dick jumps. “Neha, you’re a fucking goddess,” I say, praising her wild, “too sexy, I’m slipping already!” I fake a stumble—she laughs, “Watch it, Sohail!” We sit, mimicking friends, joking loud—funny voices, silly faces—cracking up together.

Dinner’s on the table, our legs brushing, pushing each other under it—teasing, grinning. Once we’re done, I lean back in the chair. She walks over, sits on my lap, legs straddling me, and kisses me—hot, wild, lips smashing mine, tongue diving deep.

I kiss back hard, sucking her tongue, hands pressing her nude waist—soft, warm under the saree. She moans, “Sohail, you’re so tasty,” pulling my hair and kissing me like she’s on fire. I tug her pallu, “This saree’s too hot, off,” sliding it off her shoulder.

She grins, “You first, sexy,” unbuttoning my shirt slowly, kissing my chest—lips wet, hot. “Love this body,” she says, licking my nipple. I pull her blouse hooks, “Gonna taste these melons,” unhooking fast—nude boobs spill out, no bra. “Fuck, Neha, so juicy,” I squeeze them, kissing her.

She moans, “Suck them, Sohail,” yanking my shirt off, hands rubbing me. I grab her saree skirt, “This too—show me that ass,” lifting it—she kicks it off, panty tight. She unzips my jeans, “Let’s see that monster,” pulling them down with my underwear—my dick springs out, big, hard.

“So fucking huge,” she says, stroking it, eyes hungry. I slide her panties off, “Nude for me, baby,” kissing her nude waist. She tosses my jeans, “All yours, Sohail.” She sits on my lap again, rubbing her ass on my dick—teasing slowly. “Feel that, Neha? Hard for your sexy ass,” I growl, kissing her neck.

She giggles, “Oh, I feel it—big and bad.” I grin, “Gonna lick you crazy,” pushing her down on the couch, spreading her legs. I dive in—licking her pussy, tongue flat, sucking her wet, hot folds. She screams, “Sohail, oh fuck yes!” grabbing my hair.

“Taste so good, Neha, sweet as honey,” I say, sucking her clit hard. She moans loudly, “Lick me, don’t stop so hot,” her legs shaking. I tease, “This pussy’s mine tonight,” tongue deep, lapping fast. She gasps, “Sohail, you’re too good!”

She pulls me up, kissing me wild—tasting herself. “My turn,” she says, pushing me back, kneeling fast. Her lips wrap my dick—holy fuck, she’s sucking me, hot and wet, tongue swirling my tip. I’m dying—groaning loud, “Neha fuck, that mouth so tight!”

Pure heaven, her head bobbing, taking me deep. She looks up, “Like that, Sohail? Your big dick’s yummy,” sucking harder, hand pumping me. I growl, “Suck it, baby, you’re so fucking hot love that tongue.” She moans, “Mmm, so big fills my mouth,” lips tight, sloppy and wild.

I’m losing it—her blowjob’s insane, wet sucking sounds, my dick throbbing—she’s a goddess, owning me. I pull her up, “Enough teasing—gonna fuck you,” kissing her hard. She grabs a condom from the table, “Close your eyes, sexy,” grinning. I do, “What’s my wild girl doing?”

She slides it on—slow, sneaky. “Don’t peek,” she says, straddling me, guiding my dick to her pussy. She pushes down—tight, wet—then cries, “Sohail, it hurts! Too big!” wincing loud, pain sharp. I’m flying—holy shit, we’re fucking! My dick’s in her, squeezing tight, hot as hell.

I’m grinning, “Neha, yes, so good!” loving it, heart pounding. She stops, “Oh fuck huge,” half-laughing, tears in her eyes. I open my eyes, “You okay, baby?” She nods, “Yeah, just damn, you’re massive.”

Then she turns wild. “I need this,” kissing me messily, pushing down again, taking me slowly. “Sohail fuck me,” she moans, riding me hard, boobs bouncing. I’m in bliss—her pussy’s tight, sucking me in, every thrust’s fire. I groan, “Neha, so fucking hot love this!”

She screams, “Yes, harder, fill me!” I thrust up, deep—couch shaking. “Your pussy’s perfect, baby,” I say, grabbing her ass. She grins, “Your dick’s better—big and bad!” I flip her—doggy style on the couch. “Ass up, Neha,” I say, sliding in—fucking her fast, slapping her cheeks.

She moans, “Sohail, yes, so deep!” I growl, “Love this juicy ass gonna make it shake.” She pushes back, “Fuck me harder, love it!” I’m buzzing—pounding her, dick stretching her tight, pure joy—she’s wild, I’m wild. We cum fast—her screaming, “Sohail ohh!” shaking hard.

Me groaning, “Neha fuck!” filling the condom, collapsing on her. “More,” she says, panting, pulling me to the wall. I lift her legs around me, pinning her there, sliding in again. “Wall’s ours, baby,” I say, fucking her hard—wall banging, her boobs bouncing.

She cries, “Sohail, yes, so good!” I suck her nipple, “These melons mine,” thrusting deep. She moans, “Fuck me all night so hot!” I’m grinning—her pussy’s gripping me, tight and wet, loving every slam—can’t get enough. We switch—floor now, her on top, riding wild.

“Ride that dick, Neha,” I say, spanking her ass. She screams, “Sohail, yes, so big!” grinding fast. Last round—missionary on the floor. I’m on her, slow then fast, kissing her deep. “You’re so sexy, Neha. Love this pussy,” I whisper, sucking her navel quick.

She moans, “Sohail fuck love your dick so huge,” legs tight around me. We speed up—wild, sweaty—talking hot. “Cum with me, baby,” I say, thrusting hard. She gasps, “Yes, yes, now!” We hit it together—she screams, “Sohail, fuck!” shaking wild, pussy pulsing.

I groan, “Neha, yes!” cumming hard, filling the condom again. Perfect—both lost in it, cumming as one, pure fire. We collapse, nude, sweaty—the floor’s a mess. “You’re my wild heart,” I say, kissing her soft, pulling her close. She hugs tight, “Needed you all night,” smiling big. “Best dick ever,” she teases.

I laugh, “Best pussy ever.” We sleep—tangled, rain tapping outside—worn out from the night. Morning comes—the sun’s up, and we wake slowly, still nude, wrapped in each other. My dick’s soft, poking her stomach. She grins, “Last night, wow, Sohail.”

I laugh, “You were wild, Neha—fucking me all over.” She blushes, “That dick is so big, hurt at first—then so good.” I smirk, “Loved licking that pussy—sweet and wet, made me crazy.” She giggles, “Your tongue, ohh, I was screaming!”

I tease, “And that blowjob? Fuck, Neha—your mouth’s too hot.” She pokes me, “Liked sucking that monster—tasted yummy.” I squeeze her boobs, “These melons bouncing damn sexy.” She moans softly, “You sucked them so good—kept me going.” I grin, “It was the best—fucking you hard, ass shaking.”

She laughs, “Couldn’t stop—your dick owned me there!” I kiss her navel, “This too—tasty little hole.” She sighs, “Loved that all night, so wild.” I growl, “Multiple rounds—cumming together? Fucking perfect.” She nods, “Best—felt you everywhere.”

She rubs my dick, “This beast wore me out.” I laugh, “Your pussy took it like a champ—tight and hot.” She teases, “Next time, I’ll ride it longer!” I smirk, “Oh, I’ll lick you till you beg.” We kiss—slow, steamy—laughing soft. “You’re my sexy, wild girl,” I say. She hugs tight, “You’re my big dick, hero.”

We stay nude, talking hot, grinning—night sealed!

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