Becoming my Half-Brother's bitch

How Navneet and I continued our incest and my flatmates became aware of it.

The night I started fucking my half-brother Navneet was the night my life changed forever. What began as an innocent hangout session turned into a tangled web of forbidden lust and secret desires.

The first time we had sex, I was hesitant and filled with guilt. But as our encounters became more frequent, I found myself surrendering to my deepest, darkest urges. Navneet was young and virile, his body strong and eager. He knew exactly how to push my buttons, making me scream with pleasure as he filled me again and again.

I became more submissive with each passing day, craving the feeling of Navneet's cock inside me. He was dominating and forceful, taking what he wanted without asking. I loved the way he manhandled me, throwing me onto the bed and ripping off my clothes. His hands grabbed my tits and ass without warning, leaving finger-shaped bruises on my skin.

Our secret sex sessions became more daring. One night, Navneet had me on my knees in the living room, my mouth stretched around his thick shaft. Suddenly, one of my flatmates walked in on us, stopping short at the sight of my half-brother fucking my face. To my shock, Navneet kept going, his hips never stopping their rhythm.

"Get a good look," he growled. "This is what your flatmate does best."

Embarrassment flooded my cheeks, but also a shameful excitement. I loved being degraded like this, everyone knowing that I was a desperate slut for my own brother. Navneet forced me to look up at him as he came down my throat, my eyes watering from the sheer amount of his seed.

From that day on, my flatmates were aware of our incestuous relationship. But they kept our secret, watching silently as Navneet used my body for his pleasure. He took to making me wear a dog collar and leash, ordering me to crawl to him on my hands and knees.

One evening, he demanded I kneel in the middle of the living room, my collar and leash prominently displayed. "Suck my cock, didi," he commanded. "Let them all see what a whore you are for me."

I obeyed, taking his generous length into my mouth. My flatmates watched with a mix of disgust and fascination as I serviced him, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Navneet threw his head back in pleasure, his fingers tightening in my hair.

After that, our fuck sessions became a regular show for my flatmates. Navneet would bend me over the couch, my ass in the air as he pounded into me from behind. He'd reach around to rub my clit, making me wail with pleasure as I came on his cock.

Sometimes he'd have me spread-eagle on my bed, my legs held open for everyone to see. He'd tease my pussy with his fingers before slamming inside, making me scream as he stretched me out. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as Navneet used me like a cheap whore.

Even with an audience, I couldn't get enough of him. I craved his cock like a drug, always ready and willing whenever he snapped his fingers. My flatmates started calling me "Navneet's bitch", and I couldn't deny it. I was utterly and completely submissive to him.

One day, as Navneet was finishing up inside me, he had a devious glint in his eye. "I have a special surprise for you, didi," he purred, smacking my ass. "We're going to share you with someone else."

I had no idea what he was planning, but I could feel my pussy clenching at the thought. The idea of having another man use me, with Navneet watching, made me shiver with anticipation and nerves.

Whatever he had in store, I knew I would obey like the good little incest slut that I was. As long as Navneet was fucking me, I would take anything else he wanted to give me. I was completely under his control, a toy for him to play with and share at his pleasure.

And that was exactly how I liked it.