Doing some Yoga

For the next few days, Radha found her undergarments still stained with Deepak's semen, but instead of feeling angry, she now used them as fuel for her own twisted desires. She would bring the soiled garments to her nose, inhaling the pungent scent of her brother's essence deeply. Sometimes, she would even lick the dried cum, savoring the salty taste on her tongue. The ultimate act of depravity was wearing the unwashed, spunk-stained panties and bras again, the damp fabric rubbing against her sensitive skin, heightening her arousal.

Radha's incestuous cravings grew stronger with each passing day. She started dressing more casually around the house, much to her mother's disapproval. "Radha, wear proper clothes!" her mother had scolded, but she paid no heed, relishing the freedom of walking around in short shorts and skimpy tops that accentuated her curves.

Deepak, meanwhile, seemed to welcome his sister's adventurous streak. The sheer volume of his semen on Radha's undergarments increased exponentially, indicating the intensity of his own lustful thoughts. Radha could practically feel the heat of his gaze on her body as they moved through the house, a tangible tension building between them.

One evening, as Radha sat on the couch, "accidentally" giving Deepak a clear view down her low-cut top, she made her decision. She wanted her brother, consequences be damned. The question was, how would she make her forbidden desire a reality?

Radha stood in the living room, the early morning sun casting a soft glow through the windows. She had carefully chosen her outfit for the day, a tight sports bra that strained against her ample bosom and a pair of form-fitting yoga pants that hugged her curves like a second skin. The sports bra was an old, faded thing, a size too small, which served its purpose perfectly - pushing her breasts up and together, the deep valley of cleavage on full display. The yoga pants, a newer purchase, had never actually seen the inside of a gym. Today, however, Radha had mustered up the courage to wear them, relishing the way they clung to her ass and accentuated the length of her legs.

She knew her mother would be gone for hours, attending a religious gathering, and the thought filled her with a heady sense of anticipation and forbidden excitement. Today was the day she would put her seduction plan into action, her ultimate goal being to seduce her own brother, Deepak. The taboo nature of it all only served to heighten her arousal. Radha could feel the dampness beginning to gather between her thighs as she imagined all the deliciously sinful things she wanted to do with Deepak. She took a deep, steadying breath, preparing herself mentally for the task at hand.

Radha turned on the TV and opened an Yoga channel. She started stretching according to the steps of the presenter. She was focused on her stretches, when she heard the creak of Deepak's bedroom door opening. She knew exactly what he was doing, peeking to get a glance at her in those skintight clothes. Smirking she continued following the instructor on the TV screen.

"Kya Didi, exercising so early in the morning?" Deepak teased, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he walked into the living room. "Did you finally find yourself a boyfriend that's got you all motivated?"

Radha shot him an irritated glare as she held her pose. " Deepak! What's it to you, ha cheeky brat?" she retorted still smirking. "I'm exercising because I want to be fit, not to please anyone, especially not a hormone-driven teenager like you."

Deepak laughed, sauntering closer to where Radha was stretching. "Hormone-driven? Me? Why Didi, you wound me," he said with a dramatic hand to his chest, his eyes playfully twinkling with mirth. "I was just curious what had possessed my dear sister to wake up so early and work so... enthusiastically."

He eyed her form-fitting yoga pants, lingering on the curve of her ass for a moment before quickly flicking his gaze back up to her face. "But hey, if it gets you all bendy and flexible like that, more power to you, I say!"

Radha huffed in mock anger, placing her hands on her hips. "Oye, cheeky brat! Have you no shame, leering at your own sister like that?" she scolded, but the smirk playing at the corners of her mouth betrayed her true feelings.

Deepak just grinned shamelessly, his eyes roaming over Radha's curves appreciatively. "What? I'm just showing brotherly concern. Making sure you're doing the poses correctly," he teased, Critiquing her form and making silly corrections, clearly enjoying their playful banter.

Radha ignored his taunts, focusing intently on the yoga routine. When the instructor called for a pose that required her to bend deeply forward, touching her toes, she smirked knowingly as she felt Deepak's gaze intensify. She held the pose a moment longer than necessary, enjoying the silence that fell over her brother.

Standing back up, Radha turned to face Deepak with a wicked grin, her eyes immediately drawn to the prominent tent in his pajama pants. "Aww Deepak, did you like the show, hmm?" she purred, her voice dripping with teasing insinuation.

Caught Deepak blushed beet red, quickly covering his obvious arousal with his hands. "I...I forgot I have to ...um...go to study for my test!" he stammered, scrambling for an excuse. "Yeah, you just focus on your...your yoga, Didi. I'll be in my room."