Sikha and Siksha were identical twins, both 22 years old, with long dark hair cascading down their backs, sharp features, and lithe bodies that turned heads wherever they went. Living in a spacious suburban house with their parents, the sisters had shared a secret bond since they were 16—a forbidden intimacy that started with innocent explorations and evolved into passionate, addictive encounters. They knew every inch of each other's bodies, the way Sikha's touch made Siksha shiver, and how Siksha's moans drove Sikha wild. Now, with their parents leaving for a two-week wedding in another city, the house was theirs alone for 15 days of uninterrupted freedom.
The first evening, after waving goodbye to their parents at the airport, the twins returned home buzzing with excitement. The sun dipped low, casting a warm glow through the windows as they kicked off their shoes in the living room. Sikha, always the bolder one, flopped onto the couch, her short skirt riding up her thighs. 'Saali, ab 15 din humari marzi. Koi tension nahi,' she said with a wicked grin, patting the spot next to her.
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