The door creaked open just as Neha pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but a lacy black bra that clung to her curves. She froze, her heart pounding as she turned to see Arjun standing in the doorway, his eyes widening at the sight of her bare skin. “Arjun!” she gasped, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest. “What are you doing? Knock next time!”He didn’t move, his gaze lingering on her exposed midriff, the soft curve of her hips, the way her bra seemed to frame her breasts perfectly. “I… I didn’t know you were changing,” he stammered, but there was something in his voice—a low, almost possessive tone—that made her shiver.Neha felt a blush creep up her neck, but it wasn’t just embarrassment. There was a flicker of something else, something forbidden and electric that she couldn’t quite name. “Well, I am,” she said sharply, trying to mask the tremor in her voice. “So leave.”But Arjun didn’t leave. Instead, he stepped inside, slowly closing the door behind him. The click of the lock sent a jolt through her, and she took a step back, her bare feet brushing against the cool wood floor. “What are you doing?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.He moved closer, his eyes darkening as they trailed down her body. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Neha,” he said, his voice husky. “About this.” His hand reached out, fingers brushing against her waist, and she sucked in a sharp breath at the contact. His touch was warm, almost scorching, and it sent a wave of heat straight to her core.“Arjun, this is wrong,” she breathed, but even as she said it, her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch. Her skin tingled where his fingers traced patterns across her stomach, and she could feel her nipples hardening beneath the lace of her bra.“Is it?” he murmured, his other hand sliding up to cup her face. His thumb brushed against her lower lip, and she parted them instinctively, her breath hitching. “Because it feels right to me.”Before she could protest, his lips were on hers, claiming her in a kiss that was anything but brotherly. It was hungry, desperate, and full of a passion that left her dizzy. Her hands moved on their own, tangling in his hair as she kissed him back, her body pressing against his. She could feel the hardness of his erection through his jeans, and the thought of it sent a thrill through her.His hands roamed her body now, one sliding up her back to unhook her bra while the other dipped lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers found her wetness, already slick with desire. “You’re so wet for me,” he whispered against her lips, his voice thick with need.“Arjun…” she whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand. The room felt like it was spinning, everything else fading away except for the feel of him, the taste of him. Her bra fell away, and he broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone before he took one of her nipples into his mouth.She cried out at the sensation, her fingers tightening in his hair as he sucked and licked, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. His fingers continued to work her relentlessly, curling inside her in a way that had her trembling. “Please,” she begged, though she wasn’t even sure what she was begging for.He pulled away just enough to look into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of lust and something deeper—something that made her heart ache. “Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice rough. “Tell me you want me.”She hesitated for a moment, the rational part of her screaming that this was wrong, that they couldn’t do this. But the rest of her—the part that had been craving him without even realizing it—won out. “I want you,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I need you.”That was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled her panties down roughly, letting them fall to the floor before lifting her onto the bed. She watched him with wide eyes as he stripped off his clothes, his hard cock springing free. It was bigger than she’d imagined, and for a moment, she felt a flicker of fear. But then he was on top of her, kissing her deeply again, and all she could think about was how much she wanted him inside her.He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip brushing against her folds, and she gasped at the sensation. “Are you sure?” he asked one last time, his voice strained with restraint.“Yes,” she breathed, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Please, Arjun.”With a groan, he pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. Neha let out a cry of pleasure mixed with pain as he stretched her, but the discomfort quickly faded, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of fullness. He began to move, thrusting in and out with a rhythm that had her moaning his name.Her nails dug into his back as he fucked her harder, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their gasps and moans. She could feel herself tightening around him, and when he reached between them to rub her clit, she shattered.“Oh god, Arjun!” she screamed as pleasure ripped through her, waves of ecstasy crashing over her until she could barely think. He followed soon after, groaning her name as he spilled himself inside her.They lay there for a moment, both breathing heavily, before Arjun finally spoke. “We can’t pretend this didn’t happen,” he said quietly.Neha swallowed hard

Neha was caught half-naked by Arjun when he entered her room without knocking, leading to a moment of intense tension. Arjun confessed his desire for her, and they kissed and touched each other passionately, ultimately leading to sex. Afterward, Arjun acknowledged that they couldn't ignore what had just happened.

The door creaked open just as Neha pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but a lacy black bra that clung to her curves. She froze, her heart pounding as she turned to see Arjun standing in the doorway, his eyes widening at the sight of her bare skin. 

“Arjun!” she gasped, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest. “What are you doing? Knock next time!”

He didn’t move, his gaze lingering on her exposed midriff, the soft curve of her hips, the way her bra seemed to frame her breasts perfectly. “I… I didn’t know you were changing,” he stammered, but there was something in his voice—a low, almost possessive tone—that made her shiver.

Neha felt a blush creep up her neck, but it wasn’t just embarrassment. There was a flicker of something else, something forbidden and electric that she couldn’t quite name. “Well, I am,” she said sharply, trying to mask the tremor in her voice. “So leave.”

But Arjun didn’t leave. Instead, he stepped inside, slowly closing the door behind him. The click of the lock sent a jolt through her, and she took a step back, her bare feet brushing against the cool wood floor. “What are you doing?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He moved closer, his eyes darkening as they trailed down her body. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Neha,” he said, his voice husky. “About this.” His hand reached out, fingers brushing against her waist, and she sucked in a sharp breath at the contact. His touch was warm, almost scorching, and it sent a wave of heat straight to her core.

“Arjun, this is wrong,” she breathed, but even as she said it, her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch. Her skin tingled where his fingers traced patterns across her stomach, and she could feel her nipples hardening beneath the lace of her bra.

“Is it?” he murmured, his other hand sliding up to cup her face. His thumb brushed against her lower lip, and she parted them instinctively, her breath hitching. “Because it feels right to me.”

Before she could protest, his lips were on hers, claiming her in a kiss that was anything but brotherly. It was hungry, desperate, and full of a passion that left her dizzy. Her hands moved on their own, tangling in his hair as she kissed him back, her body pressing against his. She could feel the hardness of his erection through his jeans, and the thought of it sent a thrill through her.

His hands roamed her body now, one sliding up her back to unhook her bra while the other dipped lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers found her wetness, already slick with desire. “You’re so wet for me,” he whispered against her lips, his voice thick with need.

“Arjun…” she whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand. The room felt like it was spinning, everything else fading away except for the feel of him, the taste of him. Her bra fell away, and he broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone before he took one of her nipples into his mouth.

She cried out at the sensation, her fingers tightening in his hair as he sucked and licked, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. His fingers continued to work her relentlessly, curling inside her in a way that had her trembling. “Please,” she begged, though she wasn’t even sure what she was begging for.

He pulled away just enough to look into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of lust and something deeper—something that made her heart ache. “Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice rough. “Tell me you want me.”

She hesitated for a moment, the rational part of her screaming that this was wrong, that they couldn’t do this. But the rest of her—the part that had been craving him without even realizing it—won out. “I want you,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I need you.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled her panties down roughly, letting them fall to the floor before lifting her onto the bed. She watched him with wide eyes as he stripped off his clothes, his hard cock springing free. It was bigger than she’d imagined, and for a moment, she felt a flicker of fear. But then he was on top of her, kissing her deeply again, and all she could think about was how much she wanted him inside her.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip brushing against her folds, and she gasped at the sensation. “Are you sure?” he asked one last time, his voice strained with restraint.

“Yes,” she breathed, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Please, Arjun.”

With a groan, he pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. Neha let out a cry of pleasure mixed with pain as he stretched her, but the discomfort quickly faded, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of fullness. He began to move, thrusting in and out with a rhythm that had her moaning his name.

Her nails dug into his back as he fucked her harder, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their gasps and moans. She could feel herself tightening around him, and when he reached between them to rub her clit, she shattered.

“Oh god, Arjun!” she screamed as pleasure ripped through her, waves of ecstasy crashing over her until she could barely think. He followed soon after, groaning her name as he spilled himself inside her.

They lay there for a moment, both breathing heavily, before Arjun finally spoke. “We can’t pretend this didn’t happen,” he said quietly.

Neha swallowed hard

A young woman, Neha, is caught in a moment of vulnerability by her younger brother, Arjun, as he intrudes on her while she is changing.
The forbidden nature of their interaction leads to a heated encounter, exploring themes of sibling taboo and the thrill of discovery.
The narrative delves into the complexities of their relationship as they navigate the boundaries of consent and desire, ultimately succumbing to their forbidden attraction.
The story includes elements of power dynamics, spanking, and intense, passionate sex.

Forbidden Desires Ignite Between Neha and Arjun

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