True story of fucking sister on Rakshabandhan day

“How are you, sister…?” I asked with a smile. Only we knew the truth about my deep desire for her. Soon, my aunt went to prepare dinner, leaving us alone. I grabbed Kimmi and started kissing her passionately.

“Stop Pritam! What if Mom comes back?” Kimmi whispered nervously.

I pulled her closer, caressing her waist and taking a couple of bites of her neck. Fearful that my aunt might return, I reluctantly let go of Kimmi. We sat apart, pretending to be normal siblings, engaging in casual conversation.

“Come on, brother… let’s tie Rakhi,” Kimmi suggested.

“On one condition: you give me your pussy tonight!” I said.

“Okay, I’ll let you have it tonight,” she replied.

Only after her promise did I tie the Rakhi on her wrist. That night, my aunt finished cooking dinner by 9 pm and fed us both before retiring to bed. I gave Kimmi a signal, and she followed me to my room. I locked the door from inside and embraced her tightly. We were siblings in name only; in reality, my cousin was my secret lover. My naughty sister.