Sofia was coming out of the shower, wrapped only in a small towel, when she collided with her step-brother Ali. Water droplets clung to her brown skin as the towel slipped, exposing one honey-hued breast. Ali’s eyes widened at the sight of her taut pink nipple.
“Shit, sorry Sofia! I didn’t see you there,” Ali stammered, cheeks flushing.
“It’s alright, don’t worry about it chai,” Sofia replied with a soft smile, adjusting the towel. “Bhai, where were you rushing off to so quickly? Was it something important?”
Ali shook his head. “Nah, nothing much. Just realized I left my phone charger plugged in before when I went for namaaz. Needed to grab it before heading to college.”
“Oh I see. Well, make sure to eat something before you head out the door. Ammi’s parathas and qeema are still warm in the kitchen.”
“You’re the best, Sofia. I’ll definitely grab a quick bite.” Ali smiled gratefully at his step-sister before hurrying off.
Later that afternoon, Ali returned from classes and was surprised to find Sofia home alone. Their parents were out visiting relatives for the day. Realizing they had the house to themselves, a mischievous idea formed in the young man’s mind…
“Sofia? You there? I’m home,” Ali called out as he entered, backpack slung over one shoulder.
“In here, bhai!” came the reply from Sofia’s room. Ali made his way down the hall to find his attractive stepsister lounging on the bed in a loose tunic that clung to her curves.
“Whatcha up to?” he asked, hovering in the doorway.
Sofia shrugged and patted the space beside her. “Not much, just chillin’ and listening to some songs. C’mere, I want to show you this one new track.”
Ali hesitated briefly before plopping down on the edge of the mattress, one leg tucked under him. Sofia scooted closer, their shoulders and thighs brushing as she fiddled with her phone. Ali could smell the light floral scent of her shampoo and feel the warmth radiating off her body.
“There, listen to this,” Sofia said, holding out her phone with the volume turned up. Ali leaned in close as the romantic Bollywood ballad began to play, his face mere inches from hers. Sofia gazed up at him from beneath sooty lashes, eyes smoldering.
“You like it?” she purred.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” Ali replied huskily, pulse starting to race as he felt a stirring in his groins. He knew he shouldn’t be looking at Sofia like this, but he couldn’t help himself. She was so beautiful, and that fluid white salwar kameez was doing nothing to hide her lush figure.
As if reading his mind, Sofia set the phone aside and slowly began to unbutton her tunic, revealing the tantalizing curves of her breasts encased in a lacy black bra. Ali swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Sofia… what are you doing?” he croaked out, though he made no move to stop her.
“Mmm, what does it look like I’m doing, bhai?” Sofia breathed, reaching behind to unclasp her bra. She shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor as she cupped her heavy breasts, dark nipples puckered in the cool air. “I’ve wanted you for so long… watch me touch myself, Ali. Watch me touch myself thinking about you…”
Ali couldn’t tear his eyes away as Sofia began to fondle her tits, rolling the stiff peaks between finger and thumb. His cock was rock hard in his jeans, straining painfully against the denim. A needy whimper escaped him.
“Fuck Sofia, you’re so sexy… I want to taste your pretty pink nipples,” he groaned, reaching out to lavish her breasts with hot open-mouthed kisses. Sofia arched into his touch with a throaty moan.
“Ali! Oh yes, just like that bhai… suck on them harder. Your mouth feels so good!”
Spurred on by her breathless praise, Ali latched onto a nipple and began to suckle greedily, lavishing the other with his fingers. Sofia writhed beneath him, fisting a hand in his hair to hold him to her chest.
He kissed a searing path down the valley of her cleavage to her toned stomach, pushing up the hem of her tunic as he went. Sofia lifted her hips eagerly as he tugged down her shalwar and soaked panties in one smooth motion, baring her weeping sex to his hungry gaze.
“Khuda, you’re so wet for me already,” Ali rasped, spreading her plump thighs wider. He dipped his head to inhale the heady musk of her arousal before dragging the flat of his tongue along her slit in a long, slow lick.
“Ahhhn fuck! Ali yes, tongue fuck my pussy bhai,” Sofia keened, grinding herself against his face shamelessly. “Shove that tongue in deep and wiggle it around. Ohhh I’m so empty, fill me up!”
Ali complied, stabbing his tongue into her tight channel and curling it to rub along her sensitive front wall. His nose was buried in her wiry curls as he ate her out with gusto, spearing in and out of her grasping sex. The wet sounds of his exertions and Sofia’s high, breathy mewls filled the room.
He circled her throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, flicking it rapidly. Sofia let out a choked scream, thighs clamping around his head like a vice as her orgasm crashed over her.
“A-Ali! I’m cumming! Ahhnnnghhh!”
Ali gentled his movements, lapping at her spasming sex to coax out every last aftershock before raising his head. Sofia lay boneless and panting against the rumpled sheets, a satisfied smile on her kiss-swollen lips.
“Mmm, that was amazing bhai. You made me cum so hard,” she praised drowsily, pulling him in for a deep, slick kiss so he could taste himself on her tongue.
Ali groaned at the flavor of her essence, cock jumping in his jeans. He was painfully hard and leaking, desperate to be inside her. But just as he moved to shove down his pants, they were startled by the sound of the front door opening.
“Ammi? Abu?” Sofia whispered frantically, eyes wide as she scrambled to right her clothes.
Heart pounding, Ali leapt up and quickly zipped his straining erection back into his jeans. He spared a harried glance at his disheveled step-sister before sprinting for the door, not wanting to be there when their parents caught them in such a compromising position.
“Sofia! Ali!” Their mother’s voice rang out. “Are you two home?”