Chapter 169: Special session with Big sis Part -2(R-18)

After squirting hard, Arya felt utterly exhausted. She leaned heavily against Rohit’s chest, her naked body pressed flush against him under the cold shower spray, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were still trembling.

Rohit wrapped one arm around her waist, his other hand lazily squeezing her plump ass as he enjoyed the feeling of her soft, wet body against him.

"Oops," he murmured with a smug grin, "it seems unlike you, Big Sis... I’ve got magic in my hands."

Arya immediately straightened up, narrowing her eyes dangerously. "What did you just say?"

Her grip on his throbbing cock tightened possessively, almost threateningly. "My body isn’t making you feel good enough?"

Rohit’s eyes widened slightly in alarm as he raised both hands in mock surrender. "No, no— Sis, that’s not what I meant! It’s just... not enough to make me cum yet."

Arya’s expression darkened. In one swift motion, she pushed him back against the shower wall, pinning him there with surprising strength. She didn’t let go of his cock for even a second — instead, she started stroking him furiously, her left hand moving with aggressive intent.

"You haven’t seen anything yet," she growled.

She leaned in and dragged her tongue across his chest, licking and sucking on his small nipples while continuing to pin his neck with her tight grip. Her other hand moved down to teasingly squeeze and play with his other nipple.

Rohit couldn’t help but let out a shameless, aroused grin. "Ah... Sis... your tongue feels so good..."

Arya gave him a smug, almost predatory smile. She increased the pressure around his cock just enough to make him feel it, while rubbing her glossy, wet lips across his chest, moving from one nipple to the other like a hungry predator.

"Cum..." she whispered hotly against his skin, her voice dripping with dominance. "Cum for me, my baby brother... Cum in Big Sis’s hand."

Rohit’s breathing grew ragged. His balls tightened dangerously as he neared the edge. The combination of her hand furiously stroking him, her tongue on his chest, and her commanding tone pushed him right to the brink.

But no matter how close he got... he couldn’t ejaculate.

The special oil was doing its job too well.

Taking no chances, he reached forward and grabbed her soft, heavy breasts, giving them deliberate, possessive squeezes while letting out deep groans of pleasure.

For a few moments, she truly believed she had the upper hand. Rohit groaned, his body tensing under her touch, his cock twitching hard in her palm as she pumped him faster. She squeezed his balls a little tighter, enjoying the way his breathing hitched.

But Rohit was far from losing control. this new position made him feel comfortable and back in control

He let her have the illusion for a few more seconds, his lips curving into a hidden smirk against her wet skin. Then, with calculated patience, he slid his hand down her back, gripped her plump ass firmly, and pulled her even closer so his cock pressed harder between her thighs.

He whispered lowly into her ear, voice calm but laced with dark amusement, "You’re doing so well, Big Sis... Keep going just like that."

Arya’s confidence swelled. She stroked him even more aggressively, thinking she had him right where she wanted. But Rohit’s free hand moved between her legs, his fingers easily finding her soaked entrance again and pushing inside with two thick digits, curling them perfectly against her sensitive spot.

The sudden pleasure made Arya’s rhythm falter. A sharp moan escaped her lips as her grip on his balls loosened slightly.

Rohit chuckled softly, his breath hot against her neck. "That’s it... Don’t stop now."

He continued fingering her deeply while letting her stroke him, quietly regaining full control of the pace without her even realizing it.

Arya’s breathing grew heavier, her body burning with need. The constant rubbing of Rohit’s thick cock between her thighs, brushing against her clit with every movement, was driving her crazy.

She suddenly reached down, grabbed his throbbing cock with her own hand, and pressed it tighter between her slick thighs. Then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed him deeply on her own accord — hungry, messy, and full of pent-up desire. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed firmly against his chest as she moaned into his mouth.

Rohit’s eyes widened for a split second before he pushed his pwn tongue to meet hers in welcome.

She pulled back just enough to whisper breathlessly against his lips, "Even though I forbade you from kissing... I won’t mind you taking the lead now."

Rohit chuckled darkly, amused by her sudden change of mind and boldness. He had felt it in helicopter incident and thats why he didnt pushed in when she placed her condition at first place.

This time with permission granted, he grabbed the back of her head and deepened the kiss, his tongue dominating hers while his hands kneaded her plump ass possessively.

Arya trembled violently. The combination of his thick cock sliding between her thighs, his hands roughly groping her ass, and his tongue in her mouth pushed her over the edge again.

Her thighs clamped down hard around his shaft as she squirted for the second time, her juices gushing over his cock and down her legs. Her entire body shook as she moaned shamelessly into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders.

When she finally broke the kiss, gasping for air, she looked at him with hazy, lust-drunk eyes, her cheeks flushed deep red. She was still trembling, barely able to stand.

Rohit smirked, still grinding slowly between her thighs, enjoying the slick, pulsing heat.

"Wow... this is unprecedented," Rohit whispered teasingly, still buried between her thighs. "Isn’t this history repeating itself? You came first again, Sis."

Arya didn’t reply. She simply buried her face in his neck for a moment, still trembling from the aftershocks, her hand weakly stroking his rock-hard cock trapped between her thighs. But something inside her had ignited.

She slowly slid down his body, bending her knees until she was face-to-face with his throbbing erection. Her pride screamed at her to stop, but the sight of him so desperately hard because of her filled her with a strange, competitive thrill.

She took his thick cock and rubbed it against her soft cheeks, then pressed it between her full breasts, stroking him with them. Rohit’s confidence visibly faltered.

"Arya... I mean, Big Sis..." Rohit warned, voice strained, "this is getting dangerous. We should stop here."

Arya gave him an exhausted but smug smile. "Why? Are you getting close already?" Her sharp eyes gleamed with possessive mischief. "Don’t tell me you’re about to cum just from this..."

She stroked him even more furiously between her soft, slippery tits, letting her tongue hang out as she drooled saliva onto his cock, making it glisten obscenely. Rohit clenched his fists, breathing hard.

"Listen, Sis... I know you don’t like doing this. Just for me to—"

Arya didn’t care. Seeing him on the edge like this excited her in a way she didn’t expect. She smirked and teased the tip with her tongue from a distance — once, twice, thrice — never fully taking it in her mouth, but letting long strings of saliva drip onto his cockhead while squeezing him tightly between her breasts.

Rohit’s patience finally snapped.

He took his cock in his own hand and started fapping it furiously right in front of her face. Arya’s eyes widened in panic as she quickly covered her face with both hands.

"Rohit, what are you doing?! Not on my face!"

Rohit smirked, still pumping his swollen shaft slowly, voice low and husky. "Come on, sis... I’ve already tasted you. Let me mark that pretty face just once. You know how badly I want it."

Arya peeked through the gaps of her fingers, seeing him desperately fapping his swollen cock while pleading with such raw hunger. Internally upto this point she liked whatever he did to her but this was beneath her.

How can she allow such a filhy request, but then she recalled him taking all her juices with smug smile. something irked inside her.

She gave him an annoyed, irritated look, but slowly lowered her hands just enough to show her cheek.

"...Only this time," she muttered. "And only on my cheeks. If you dare spill on my hair or eyes, I swear I’ll kill you."

Rohit groaned deeply as the first thick, warm rope of cum erupted from his cock, splattering heavily across Arya’s left cheek. She flinched at the sudden heat.

The second load shot out immediately, landing dangerously close to her eye. Arya gasped and quickly squeezed it shut as the sticky warmth dripped down her eyelid.

A third powerful spurt landed straight onto her slightly parted lips, some of it slipping into her mouth. The salty taste made her eyes widen in shock.

The fourth and fifth ropes were even heavier, coating her other cheek and dripping down onto the upper swell of her breasts.

Arya gasped again at the sheer volume, feeling the hot liquid slowly running down her face, from her cheeks to her chin. The warmth and stickiness overwhelmed her.

She immediately coughed, turning her head away and wiping at her face with the back of her hand.

"You fucking animal..." Arya muttered, refusing to meet his eyes.

Rohit’s smugness vanished. "Hey... Sis, I didn’t do it on purpose."

"You literally begged for it," she shot back.

"Okay, fair point," he admitted. "But I tried not to hit your eyes or hair."

Arya clicked her tongue and stepped under the running water, cleaning herself thoroughly. Rohit watched her for a moment before walking up behind her. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I’m sorry, big sis," he murmured sincerely near her ear. "Really."

Arya stiffened but didn’t push him away. She remained unusually quiet as Rohit helped clean the sticky mess from her upper body.

That silence hurt more than any insult she could’ve thrown at him.

Once he finished, Arya spoke softly, almost vulnerably. "Still... you should’ve changed direction. You have no idea how humiliating that felt."

Rohit paused, not expecting such raw vulnerability from her. There was genuine pain in her voice, the kind she almost never let surface.

"Yeah... Maybe I pushed too far."

Arya didn’t reply. She simply wrapped the towel tightly around herself and walked toward the door. Just before leaving, she stopped.

"Leave once you’re done."

The door clicked shut behind her.

Rohit stood under the falling water for a long moment, then let out a helpless sigh.

"Well... I guess I’ll have to make it up to her tonight."