Tale of forbidden desires of two brothers

In the heart of a small Indian town, a modest house stood, home to the Sharma family. Ajay, the eldest son, was a strapping 29-year-old with dark, wavy hair and a muscular frame honed by years of playing cricket.

His younger brother, Kunal, was a lanky 25-year-old with a mop of curly black hair and eyes that held a secret longing. They shared a small bathroom, a necessity that often led to awkward encounters.

One evening, as Kunal stepped into the bathroom after Ajay, he found a pair of boxers on the floor. Ajay’s boxers. Without thinking, he picked them up, the scent of his brother’s musk filling his nostrils.

He felt a stirring in his groin, a sensation he’d long suppressed. He took the boxers to his room, locked the door, and pleasured himself, the scent of Ajay intoxicating him.

From that day forward, Kunal found excuses to be near Ajay, to catch glimpses of him changing, to steal moments when Ajay was vulnerable. He even installed a small camera in the bathroom, capturing Ajay’s naked form on film.

Ajay, blissfully unaware of his brother’s secret, was dating Priya, a curvy beauty with laughter that could light up a room. Their parents were away, visiting distant relatives, leaving the brothers alone in the house. Kunal saw this as his chance. Tonight, he thought, I’ll make my move.

That evening, as they lay in the air-conditioned bedroom, Ajay on his back, Kunal on his side, Kunal reached out, tracing the line of Ajay’s chest through his t-shirt. “Ajay,” he whispered, his voice husky, “you’re so strong.”

Ajay looked at him, surprised. “Kunal, what are you doing?”

Kunal’s hand slipped under Ajay’s shirt, his fingers brushing against Ajay’s nipple. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he confessed, leaning in to kiss Ajay’s neck.

Ajay’s breath hitched. He could feel Kunal’s erection pressing against his leg. “Kunal, we can’t. We’re brothers,” he protested, but his body betrayed him, his nipples hardening under Kunal’s touch.

“Shh,” Kunal murmured, capturing Ajay’s lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, exploring each other’s mouths. Kunal’s hand slipped lower, caressing Ajay’s abdomen, his hips, his thighs. Ajay gasped when Kunal’s hand brushed against his cock, already hard.

Kunal broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto Ajay’s. “I want you, Ajay. All of you.”

Ajay’s heart pounded in his chest. He looked into Kunal’s eyes, seeing the unspoken desire reflected in them. He took a deep breath, his body aching with a need he didn’t understand. “Okay,” he whispered.

Kunal smiled, a hungry, eager smile. He stood up, pulling off his shirt, his pants, until he stood naked before Ajay. Ajay’s eyes widened at the sight of Kunal’s erect cock, standing proud and hard. Kunal reached for Ajay, helping him undress, his hands lingering on Ajay’s body, caressing, exploring.

Ajay lay naked before Kunal, his body trembling with anticipation. Kunal lowered himself onto Ajay, his body pressing against Ajay’s, his cock resting against Ajay’s thigh. He kissed Ajay again, his hands roaming Ajay’s body, pinching his nipples, making Ajay moan into his mouth.

Kunal broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Ajay’s chest, his abs, his hips. He took Ajay’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head, making Ajay buck his hips. Kunal sucked and licked, his head bobbing up and down, taking Ajay deeper and deeper into his mouth.

Ajay’s hands fisted in Kunal’s hair, his hips thrusting into Kunal’s mouth. “Kunal, I’m close,” he panted. Kunal sucked harder, his hand stroking Ajay’s cock in time with his mouth. Ajay came with a shout, his cock pulsing in Kunal’s mouth, filling it with his seed.

Kunal swallowed every drop, looking up at Ajay with a satisfied smile. He moved up, his body covering Ajay’s, his cock pressing against Ajay’s ass. “My turn,” he growled, his voice low and husky.

Ajay looked at him, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. Kunal kissed him, his tongue exploring Ajay’s mouth, his cock pressing against Ajay’s ass. Ajay moaned, his body relaxing, his ass pressing against Kunal’s cock.

Kunal broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down Ajay’s spine, his tongue licking, his teeth nibbling. He reached Ajay’s ass, his tongue rimming the puckered hole. Ajay gasped, his hands fisting the sheets. Kunal licked and sucked, his fingers joining in, preparing Ajay for his cock.

Ajay moaned, his body arching into Kunal’s touch. He could feel Kunal’s cock pressing against his ass, feel the head slip inside. He tensed, the sensation new and overwhelming. Kunal paused, giving Ajay time to adjust. He kissed Ajay’s back, his hands stroking Ajay’s body, soothing him.

Ajay relaxed, his body opening up to Kunal. Kunal pushed in further, his cock sliding deeper into Ajay’s ass. Ajay moaned, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure. Kunal began to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of Ajay’s ass.

“Faster,” Ajay panted, his body aching with desire. Kunal complied, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. Ajay could feel Kunal’s cock hitting his prostate, making him moan with each thrust.

Kunal flipped them over, Ajay now on top. Ajay looked down at Kunal, his eyes filled with lust. He began to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of Kunal’s mouth. Kunal sucked and licked, his hands gripping Ajay’s ass, guiding him.

Ajay’s body was on fire, his cock hard again, his ass aching with need. He could feel Kunal’s cock pressing against his thigh, could feel the heat of Kunal’s body. He reached down, his hand wrapping around Kunal’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

Kunal moaned around Ajay’s cock, his body trembling. Ajay could feel Kunal’s cock pulsing in his hand, could feel Kunal’s body tensing. Kunal came with a shout, his cock pulsing in Ajay’s hand, his body convulsing.

Ajay slowed his thrusts, his body aching with desire. He wanted more, needed more. Kunal looked up at him, his eyes filled with lust. “Fuck me, Ajay,” he panted. “Fuck me like I fucked you.”

Ajay needed no further invitation. He moved off Kunal, his body covering Kunal’s, his cock pressing against Kunal’s ass. He kissed Kunal, his tongue exploring Kunal’s mouth, his cock sliding into Kunal’s ass.

Kunal moaned, his body opening up to Ajay. Ajay began to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of Kunal’s ass. Kunal wrapped his legs around Ajay’s waist, his hands gripping Ajay’s back, his body arching into Ajay’s thrusts.

Ajay could feel Kunal’s cock hardening again, could feel it pressing against his abs. He reached down, his hand wrapping around Kunal’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Kunal moaned, his body trembling, his cock pulsing in Ajay’s hand.

Ajay could feel his own orgasm building, his body aching with need. He thrust harder, faster, his cock sliding in and out of Kunal’s ass. Kunal’s body tensed, his cock pulsing in Ajay’s hand, his ass clenching around Ajay’s cock.

Ajay came with a shout, his cock pulsing in Kunal’s ass, his body convulsing. Kunal came a moment later, his cock pulsing in Ajay’s hand, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined, their breaths ragged. Kunal looked at Ajay, a satisfied smile on his face. “That was… amazing,” he panted.

Ajay looked back at him, his eyes filled with wonder. “Yes, it was,” he agreed. He kissed Kunal, a soft, tender kiss. “We should do this again,” he murmured.

Kunal smiled, his eyes filled with desire. “Definitely,” he agreed.