As the morning light filtered through the curtains, Bhabi found herself unable to resist the allure of her devar's seductive gaze. With a mischievous grin, he slowly approached her, teasing her body with feather-light caresses. Her sister-in-law moaned in pleasure, her body arching towards his touch.
Please, devar, she begged, her voice laced with desire. I need more.
Unable to deny her sister-in-law's plea, he quickly complied, his fingers tracing every inch of her skin, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. Their forbidden love was like a wildfire, impossible to contain. And as they surrendered to their desires, the lines between brother and sister-in-law blurred, their passion burning bright.
In that moment, they were no longer just devar and Bhabi. They were two souls lost in the heat of passion, hungry for each other's love. And with each touch, each kiss, their bond grew stronger, their love deeper. For in each other's arms, they found a kind of ecstasy that only a big brother sex could bring.