Savita Bhabhi – Part 7 (Cozy sisters – Part 1)
Incest
Submit Report This story is part of the Savita Bhabhi Returns series Swapna was at the airport, waiting for someone to pick her up. She was dressed in a casual, sporty outfit with a cap on her head. After a while, Rosy arrived at the airport and picked her up in her car. Swapna hugged her and said, “Di (Sister), it’s been such a long time.” Rosy, while returning the hug, replied, “Yes, it really has been, Swapna.” They both arrived at Rosy’s apartment, chatting enthusiastically. Munna greeted Swapna once they reached the apartment. Later, Swapna went to take a shower. Munna said, “So, she’s going to stay here for a week, until her friend’s wedding is over.” Rosy took a sip of water, rolled her eyes, and responded, “Yep, my cinema freak boyfriend.” A day passed like that. Due to some restaurant interior work, Munna left the apartment. Meanwhile, Swapna was in Rosy’s room, looking at the couple’s photo frame in her hand, doing a cozy, sensual thing. As usual, Rosy returned home from work, quietly opened the door, and was shocked to see that Swapna was licking their photo frame and masturbating at the same time. Swapna moaned, “Uhh… uhh… uhh… uhh… uhh…” Swapna, equally shocked, quickly settled her dress and everything, reacting to Rosy’s unexpected arrival without a knock on the door. Rosy immediately closed the door and muttered to herself, “Fuck, what in the world was that?” Rosy took a deep breath and once again opened the room’s door. At that very moment, her mobile phone rang. She checked it and saw Munna’s incoming call. She picked up her ringing phone and answered. Rosy: “Yes, Munna.” Munna: “See, I’m a little busy with Kishore. I’m gonna stay at his house, so don’t prepare dinner for me.” Rosy: “Good night and take care, sweety.” She hung up, walked over to Swapna, and asked, “What were you doing here?” Swapna’s face turned red with shame, and she gave a quick reply, “Di, it was nothing. I was just enjoying myself.” Rosy’s eyes fell on their photo frame, which Swapna had been licking. She grabbed it, wiping Swapna’s saliva off with her finger. “Munna’s not gonna come tonight,” she said, her voice low. “Is there anything you wanna discuss?” Swapna murmured, “Sorry, Di, I know it’s a sinful act. But I love you and your boyfriend. Whenever you post your pics on Instagram, I couldn’t control myself, and this way I make myself happy. That’s why I came here to spend time with you guys.” Rosy raised an eyebrow. “Does Aunty know that you’re bisexual?” Swapna shook her head. “Nah, don’t tell her, please. If you want, I’m ready to exit from here to my friend’s room.” Rosy laughed softly and said, “By the way, I’m straight… but I do like women.” Swapna was stunned. “What are you saying, Di?” Rosy slid closer, sitting beside her, their bodies touching each other lightly. “Girlfriend or boyfriend?” Rosy asked, her tone playful and satirical. Swapna responded, “None.” Rosy asked, “Why? You never proposed to anyone?” Swapna informed, “It’s not like that, Di. I want to live my life my way. That love and marriage stuff never fits into my messed-up mind.” Rosy’s hand slid onto Swapna’s thigh, warm, and said, “Sister, I guess you are in full hookup culture mode.” Swapna took a heavy breath as Rosy’s touch lingered, her eyes locking onto hers with a spark of excitement. “Di…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and desire. Rosy leaned in closer, her lips came near Swapna’s ear. “What’s wrong? Too shy to admit you’ve been craving this?” Rosy’s fingers reached her sister’s pussy, and a sense of motion started between them. Swapna, with a shaking voice, said, “But we are sisters, Di.” Rosy gently pressed her other hand’s index finger to Swapna’s lips, her touch soft but firm. “Shh… isn’t this what you think about sometimes?” She inserted her finger into Swapna’s mouth, and said, “Go ahead, suck it, you lusty sister.” Swapna became shocked, then let her lips close around Rosy’s finger, her tongue playing with her index finger. Swapna wondered, “What’s she trying to do?” She traced her tongue along Rosy’s palm, tasting her skin, as Rosy’s other hand did its job in her pants. Rosy’s fingers moved with a gentle, knowing touch, stirring a quiet heat within Swapna’s body. Rosy said, “You have good height, a chubby face, a fluffy body, and those booties of yours are awesome by looks. Still, you are single and haven’t mingled with anyone.” Swapna answered, “I can’t become a slut to have sex with different people if I don’t love somebody in my life.” Rosy smirked and clarified, “So, you are still a virgin.” Rosy pulled her wet finger from Swapna’s mouth, and she started to suck her own saliva’s fingers, her eyes sparked with affection and a sense of lust towards Swapna at that moment. She leaned forward, pushed Swapna onto the bed on her back, and went to Swapna’s chest. Rosy started to suck her breast’s nipple and smell her sweat through the fabric of her clothes, every inch in that sinful act. “Di, this feels wrong,” Swapna said softly, her voice trembling with confusion and fear. Rosy looked into Swapna’s eyes and informed, “My sweet little sister, it’s not about wrong or right. It’s about what feels good; then we shouldn’t hesitate to try it.” Swapna hesitated and murmured, “Sister, but…” Before she could finish, Rosy leaned in and kissed her deeply, their lips covering their mouths, and tongues doing their best job of twisting and increasing the sisterly bond into a lesbian connection. A spark of sinful desire flickered between the two sisters, lost in the gentle more of their crave for lesbian art.