Caught

Deepak was frantically stroking his hard cock, his mind filled with deliciously dirty thoughts of Radha's tight ass in those yoga pants, when suddenly, his bedroom door swung open. He looked up in shock to see his sister standing there, a shit-eating grin on her face.

"Ever hear of knocking?" Deepak yelped, his face turning beet red with embarrassment. He quickly pulled the sheets over his prominent erection, but it did little to hide his obvious arousal.

Radha just laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sorry, Deepak," she said, not sounding sorry at all. "I was just looking for something, and I thought you were busy studying, so I didn't bother knocking."

Deepak's face burned with anger and shame as he glared at Radha. "Will you please go away and leave me alone!" he shouted, his voice cracking slightly.

But instead of leaving, Radha began walking towards him, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Deepak's eyes widened as he noticed her change of clothes - a long T-shirt that left little to the imagination and a pair of skimpy panties that hugged her curves. Her perfect tits bounced lightly with each step, and Deepak found it hard to tear his gaze away.

Radha sat down next to him on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. "Does Mom know that you stroke yourself thinking of your sister?" she asked, her voice dripping with mischief and a hint of accusation.

"Wh-what the fuck are you saying, Didi?" Deepak stammered, his eyes wide with shock and panic.

Radha smirked, leaning in closer to him. "Don't play dumb with me, Deepak," she purred, her hot breath tickling his ear. "I'm not some naive fool. I know exactly what you've been doing behind closed doors. I've seen the way you look at me, the way you... use my things." Her voice was low and full of unspoken implications, leaving no room for denial.

Deepak sat there stunned, his mind racing as he tried to formulate a response to Radha's shocking accusation. For a moment, he remained silent, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Y-you're not going to tell her, are you?" he finally managed to stammer out, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and desperation. "Should I?" Radha smirked, clearly enjoying the power she held over her brother.

"Please don't," Deepak begged, his eyes wide and pleading. "Seriously, I'm begging you, Didi."

Radha giggled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Answer my questions, and I won't tell Mom, okay?" she negotiated, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"C'mon, Didi - please!" Deepak pleaded, squirming uncomfortably under his sister's intense gaze. But Radha just smirked, waiting for his answer.

"Fine, whatever," Deepak finally relented with a sigh, realizing he was well and truly trapped. Radha smiled victoriously, leaning back on the bed.

"How many times a day do you jerk off, Deepak?" she asked bluntly, her voice casual and teasing.

Deepak blushed hotly at the crude question, but he knew he had **** but to answer. "T-two or three times," he mumbled, hanging his head in shame.

"Horny little brat, aren't you?" Radha smirked, laughing at her brother's embarrassment.