Rohit stiffened the moment Aisha spoke from behind him.

Almost instinctively, he slammed the laptop shut. But a second later, he caught himself and slowly reopened it, leaning back in the chair.

"Oh... it’s just you," he said, exhaling. "Damn, Aisha. Don’t sneak up on me like that."

Aisha looked visibly offended.

"Hey! I want to see that," she pouted, sliding onto his lap without invitation. "Replay it."

She reached for the mouse, but the screen was locked. Her frown deepened.

"What’s the password?"

Rohit smirked, already sensing her agitation. Before she could keep trying, he pinched her waist firmly.

Aisha yelped and squirmed.

"First," he said lazily, "don’t touch my things without permission."

His expression turned sharper as he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"And second... what the hell were you doing sleeping in my bed while I was gone?"

Aisha rolled her eyes, completely unfazed by his cold tone.

"Can’t you be sweet for once?" she muttered.

Instead of answering, she suddenly leaned in and kissed him hard. Rohit froze for a moment, caught off guard. When she pulled back, she settled deeper into his lap like she owned it.

"Now stop dodging the question," she said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Show me the video. I already have a bad feeling about this."

Rohit stared at her for a second, then gave a small, dangerous smile.

"...Alright. Since you insist."

He clicked play. The video started with Tanya quietly sneaking into Rohit’s room.

Aisha frowned. "What is she doing in your room?"

A second later, realization hit her. She turned to Rohit with a questioning look. "You’re going through her phone?"

Rohit didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he casually reached forward and started unbuttoning the top of her pajamas.

"Wrong question," he said calmly. "The real question is... why was she recording this right outside my door?"

He looked at her one last time, his fingers still working on her buttons.

"You really want to see this?"

Aisha’s face paled.

She wasn’t shocked that Rohit had access to Tanya’s phone — she had given him her own phone before to save herself. She also knew this was probably one of her sister’s cruel pranks. What worried her was Rohit’s vengeful nature. If the video was too bad, she knew he wouldn’t forgive easily.

At the end of the day, Tanya was still her sister — the one person she truly cared about besides herself.

No matter how good Rohit made her feel, she couldn’t let her sister suffer the same fate. She had to watch it... maybe she could convince him to go easy.

Lost in her worries, Aisha barely noticed that Rohit had already undone several buttons of her pajama top. His hand slipped inside and boldly grabbed her bare breast, squeezing it possessively.

"Well," Rohit said shamelessly, voice low, "think of this as my little tax for letting you sit on my lap. You don’t mind, do you?"

Aisha felt a flicker of annoyance but still nodded, her eyes fixed on the screen. Rohit found her reluctant obedience strangely cute.

The video continued. The camera lingered on Rohit’s sleeping face for a moment before slowly drifting downward. Tanya pulled the blanket away, revealing the obvious morning wood straining hard against his shorts. Without hesitation, she hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled his shorts down, freeing his thick, 8-inch cock. It sprang out heavily, veins throbbing visibly.

Tanya turned the camera toward herself, flashing a wicked, devilish smirk straight into the lens. Then she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock, slowly stroking him.

Aisha froze, completely dumbfounded.

"What the fuck..." she whispered.

Rohit smiled, clearly amused. "Yeah. That was my reaction too. Your sister’s a real pervert. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s sucked me off on some random mornings while I was asleep."

Aisha’s face flushed deep pink. In a mix of embarrassment and irritation, she shifted her weight, deliberately grinding her ass down harder against the growing bulge in Rohit’s shorts.

Rohit’s eyes darkened. He pinched her nipple sharply, tugging it between his fingers while squeezing her soft breast roughly.

"Ahh— Bastard!" Aisha gasped.

He smirked against her neck before pulling back slightly, his tone turning serious.

"Look, I’ll be straight with you. There are many more videos. If you’re going to sit here and watch, then behave. Or you can leave right now."

Aisha stayed silent for a few seconds, clearly conflicted. Eventually, she whispered, "Sorry... I’ll behave."

"Good girl."

Rohit rewarded her by pressing a slow kiss on the side of her neck as he played the next video.

This one was far more explicit.

Tanya was on all fours, wearing her usual skirt and top.

One hand was roughly kneading her breast over the thin fabric while two fingers of her other hand thrust deep into her tight asshole, pushing her panties aside. Her face was flushed red with lust as she moaned breathily into the camera.

"Please... no, Rohit... don’t... I’m your cousin..."

Her words sounded like weak resistance, but her fingers thrust frantically into her asshole, clearly lost in the fantasy of being taken against her will. The video cut abruptly right as Aisha entered the room in the background.

Aisha’s face turned pale.

She suddenly remembered that day — when Rohit was hospitalised and her parents informed her of their arrival. Tanya had acted unusually docile afterward. Now everything made sense.

Meanwhile, Rohit couldn’t hold back. He burst into low, mocking laughter.

"Fuck... So that’s why she kept rubbing her tits on me. The sick bitch actually wanted me to revenge-fuck her. She wanted to enjoy being used and then play the victim later. What a twisted little cunt."

Aisha nudged him with her elbow, visibly uncomfortable.

"...Just play the next one."

The third video opened. Tanya stood in her bathroom, filming a private video for Victor. She squeezed her breasts together, spit on them seductively, and rubbed the saliva over her nipples with a naughty smile.

Then she turned around, bent over, and arched her back, forming a perfect heart shape with her ass. She slid the thick dildo deep into her dripping pussy and began fucking herself hard, moaning Victor’s name shamelessly.

Rohit noticed Aisha’s breathing had grown heavier. Her ears were bright red. He leaned in closer, lips brushing her ear as he firmly kneaded both of her breasts from behind.

"I have to admit... her tits do look amazing," he whispered teasingly. "If she ever offered herself to me, I wouldn’t mind putting my hands on them."

Aisha turned her head and gave him a sharp, jealous glare. Without saying a word, she pulled her other breast fully out of her pajama top and grabbed Rohit’s hand, pressing it firmly against her soft, bare chest.

"Do whatever you want with mine," she said, voice slightly shaky. "Just... leave my sister alone."

Rohit chuckled darkly, clearly pleased by her reaction. He squeezed both of her breasts possessively — one bare and the other still covered by the thin fabric — while kissing and gently biting the sensitive skin of her earlobe. His hard cock pressed firmly against her ass, grinding up against her with slow, deliberate movements through his shorts.

Aisha’s heart raced wildly. Because of their identical faces, she kept seeing herself in those filthy videos. Combined with Rohit’s relentless groping, hot kisses on her neck, and the thick bulge grinding between her ass cheeks, she was getting shamefully wet.

A reluctant heat was building between her legs, and she hated how much she was starting to enjoy it.

Rohit played the next video. The situation turned darker which none of them expected.

His teasing expression vanished instantly. The hand that had been kneading Aisha’s breast stopped moving altogether.

This one was far more extreme.

It looked months older. Tanya was tied up with thick ropes, lying completely naked on the floor as Victor slowly dripped burning candle wax onto her breasts and sensitive areas. Moments later, he began forcing different dildos into both her holes while she weakly begged for mercy.

Rohit immediately paused the video.

"I think we should skip this," he said quietly.

But Aisha grabbed his wrist tightly, her voice trembling.

"No... Play it. I want to see."

Rohit hesitated, clearly reluctant, but eventually continued. This time, however, he started skipping through most of the footage.

One after another, increasingly disturbing clips flashed across the screen. It was like watching Tanya slowly sink deeper into hardcore BDSM over time. The worst part was that most of these videos were clearly recorded using her own phone, meaning she had willingly allowed them to happen.

Rohit wasn’t new to this world. He had trained and used girls even more depraved than Tanya in his previous life.

Still, Aisha’s reaction bothered him. She had always been fiercely protective of her twin — watching her get degraded like this was clearly tearing her apart.

That didn’t align with his current plans.

He began fast-forwarding through most of the folder. Short flashes appeared across the screen — ropes, arguments, crying, Tanya trying defiant one moment and disturbingly submissive the next.

Then one particular clip appeared.

Tanya had been tied tightly to the bed, clearly believing she was alone with Victor.

But he had brought friends with him, including Harsha and several unfamiliar faces.

At first she was made to suck Victor’s cock, then the others grabbed her legs and took turns with her. It turned into a full gangbang. Rohit fast forwarded to end.

Whether she knew or not was unclear, but by the end, she was covered in cum, looking like a used pornstar as she licked and wiped the semen off her body.

Rohit didnt played the next video again.

By now, Aisha’s face had gone deathly pale.

Rohit exhaled slowly. "She’s completely broken. No wonder she was dying to go with your brother’s friends last night. At this rate, she’s a ticking time bomb."

That was when he felt it.

Aisha’s shoulders started trembling. Soft sobs escaped her lips before she could stop them. She finally broke down, tears streaming down her face as she buried it in her hands.