Tarun was a 25-year-old man with a dirty mind, always fantasizing about taboo scenarios. He lived in a modern house on 14th Street with his mother, Priya, and his younger sister, Naina. Tarun’s father had passed away years ago, leaving the family to fend for themselves.

One evening, after a long day at work, Tarun entered the house to find his mother and sister in the living room, watching TV. Priya, a beautiful woman in her late 30s, was wearing a tight-fitting salwar kameez that accentuated her curves. Naina, a 19-year-old beauty, was dressed in a short skirt and a low-cut top, her long legs on full display.

“Hello, boys,” Priya said with a smile, her eyes lingering on Tarun for a moment longer than necessary.

Tarun felt a stirring in his loins as he imagined his mother’s lush body beneath her clothes. He sat down on the couch next to Naina, his thigh brushing against hers.

“Hey, sis,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

Naina looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust. “Hey, bro,” she replied, her hand casually resting on his thigh.