Horny Stepsister Forgot To Wear Panties To Bed – Hindi Sex

In the sultry heat of an Indian summer, a naughty brother catches a glimpse of his forgetful stepsister wearing nothing but a thin nightie. The enticing scene unfolds in a diverse, bustling household, where traditional Indian values mix with modern desires.

Neha, the chubby, petite young woman, saunters into the living room, her hips swaying with each step. Her(Thread like Limes Green Cotton nighty with Pink flowers on) vibrant nighty clings to her curves, hinting at what lies beneath. As she bends over to pick up hercellphone, the nighty rides up, exposing her plump, bare ass. Her brother, Rahul, sitting nearby, can’t help but stare, his eyes widening at the tantalizing sight.

Neha, immersed in her phone, remains oblivious to Rahul’s lecherous gaze. She plops down on the couch, crossing her legs. As she shifts, her nighty rides up further, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her bald pussy. Rahul’s cock twitches in his pants, straining against the fabric. He adjusts himself, trying to hide his arousal, but his eyes remain glued to Neha’s exposed flesh.

Unaware of the effect she’s having on her brother, Neha stands up and stretches, arching her back. The nighty pulls taut against her breasts, the hard nipples poking through the thin fabric. Rahul licks his lips, imagining what it would be like to wrap his mouth around those succulent mounds.

As if sensing his thoughts, Neha turns around, her eyes locking with Rahul’s. She freezes, realizing her nighty has ridden up to her waist, exposing her completely. Rahul’s gaze travels from her face, down to her glistening pussy, and back up again. A telling blush creeps up Neha’s cheeks, but she makes no move to cover herself.

A charged silence hangs in the air, the sexual tension between them palpable. Rahul breaks the spell first, standing up and moving towards Neha. She watches him approach, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. When he’s inches away, Rahul reaches out and runs a finger along Neha’s spine, making her shiver.

“I… I forgot to wear panties,” Neha stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” Rahul replies, his voice husky with desire. “And I like it that way.”

Neha’s breath hitches as Rahul’s finger trails lower, brushing against her ass. She knows she should push him away, but her body betrays her, leaning into his touch. Rahul takes this as an invitation, grasping Neha’s hips and pulling her flush against him. She can feel his hard cock pressing into her belly, making her own desire grow.

Rahul captures Neha’s lips in a searing kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with a ferocity she’s never experienced before. She moans into the kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt. In response, Rahul’s hands roam her body, squeezing her ass, kneading her breasts.

Breaking away from the kiss, Rahul spins Neha around and pushes her against the wall. He hikes up her nighty, bunching it around her waist, and grinds his clothed cock against her bare pussy. Neha gasps, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

“You like this, don’t you?” Rahul growls in her ear, his hot breath making her skin prickle. “You like it when your brother fucks you.”

“Yes,” Neha whimpers, all inhibitions lost in the heat of the moment. “Please, Rahul, fuck me.”

Rahul wastes no time, unzipping his pants and freeing his hard, throbbing cock. He lines himself up with Neha’s dripping entrance and thrusts into her with one powerful stroke. They both groan at the sudden penetration, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

Rahul sets a punishing pace, pounding into Neha with abandon. The wall shakes with each thurst, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room. Neha’s moans turn into cries of ecstasy, her nails scoring down Rahul’s back.

But just as they reach the brink of climax, they hear the front door open. Neha’s eyes widen in panic, pushing against Rahul’s chest. “Someone’s coming!” she hisses.

Rahul curses under his breath, withdrawing from Neha’s heat. They scramble to arrange their clothes just as their parents walk into the living room. The couple looks at their disheveled appearances, raising an eyebrow.

“You two seem to be having a good time,” their father comments, a knowing glint in his eye.

Neha and Rahul exchange guilty glances, their faces flushed. “Y-yes, we were just… talking,” Neha stutters, tugging her nighty down.

Their mother scoffs, clearly not believing them. “Right, talking. Well, we’re going to the market. You two behave yourselves.” She gives them a pointed look before following their father out the door.

As soon as they’re alone, Rahul and Neha burst out laughing, the tension broken. They collapse onto the couch, their bodies still tingling with unspent arousal. Rahul pulls Neha close, nuzzling her neck.

“We’re going to finish what we started later,” he promises, his hand sneaking under her nighty to caress her ass. “And next time, we’ll make sure to lock the door.”

Neha shivers at his touch, nodding eagerly. “Yes, next time,” she agrees, leaning in for another heated kiss. Their passion reignites, the promise of more to come hanging thick in the air.

And so, in this boisterous, blended family, a forbidden love blooms, its petals unfurling in the sultry Indian heat, hidden from prying eyes but ripe for the picking.