Rohit didn’t waste the permission.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. His left hand was still useless in the sling, but his right hand would have to do the job. He leaned in and kissed her cheek softly, then moved lower, pressing his lips against the side of her neck.

A shiver ran down Arya’s spine the moment his warm mouth touched her skin. She bit her lip harder, trying to stay quiet, but a small, shaky breath escaped her.

"Mmh~"

Rohit inhaled her perfume, his eyes never leaving the pilot’s back. His hand slid under her arm and boldly cupped her breast over the shirt, squeezing and moulding it deliberately. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough.

He slipped his hand under her shirt and bra in one smooth motion, cupping her bare breast. It was incredibly soft and warm. He gave it a gentle squeeze, thumb brushing over her nipple.

Arya’s breathing became heavier.

Rohit leaned closer, his voice low and rough against her ear. "Big sis... your lips look so fucking tempting right now."

He squeezed her breast firmly, deliberately rolling her nipple between his fingers. Arya gasped softly, opening her mouth.

"Can I taste them?" he whispered. "Just once..."

Arya thought for a moment, clearly torn. Kissing felt more intimate to her than touching. It wasn’t something she gave away lightly. But the constant groping and fondling of her right breast was making her body burn with need.

She finally nodded, voice barely audible. "Only lips... Don’t push your tongue in."

Rohit smirked. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in. Arya instinctively tried to pull back for a second, but he held her gently. Their lips met. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her lips were incredibly soft.

Rohit sucked on her lower lip slowly. When they opened their eyes, they were staring at each other, breaths mingling.

He could have pushed for more, but he held back for now.

Rohit shifted in his seat, unbuckling his belt and moving to kneel in front of her, positioning himself between her legs in the confined space. Arya’s eyes widened.

"You idiot— what are you doing?!" she whispered sharply.

"Shh... relax. I’m just making it easier for both of us, " Rohit whispered back, his hands already sliding up her thighs.

He kissed her chin, then moved lower, kissing and licking her neck as he unbuttoned the lower part of her shirt, widening her cleavage. Arya grabbed his hand, but her grip was weak.

Rohit gently pulled one side of her shirt open, revealing her left breast trapped in a white bra. Her nipple was clearly erect, pressing against the fabric. He leaned down and sucked it over the bra, his mouth wetting the material until it became almost transparent.

Arya arched her back, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle a moan. A rush of heat flooded between her legs.

She suddenly grabbed his cheeks with both hands and pulled him up to her face, kissing him again. Her breathing was ragged as she whispered against his lips, keeping one eye on the pilot. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"If you keep doing this... it’ll be hard for me to control myself. Let’s stop here... or you can only fondle me over my clothes... like we agreed."

Rohit replied with a wicked wink, his voice low and teasing. "Don’t worry, big sis... I’m really good with my tongue. You’ll see."

Arya looked at him, completely speechless for a moment. She blinked slowly.

No one has offered this to her. Not in past relationshp or her current situationship. Even if she remove her ex from past equation her current partner along with herself always found it too dirty, too intimate. Yet here Rohit was, offering it so shamelessly.

The thought sent a forbidden thrill through her body. She knew how good it could feel... and the anticipation made her cheeks burn pink.

She hesitated, then slowly pulled one side of her bra down, freeing her left breast. Her voice came out shaky and low .

"...Keep your word."

Rohit grinned and kissed her pink nipple. Then he took out his tongue to slowly and deliberately circle over it, before taking it in his mouth. He went on sucking it gently at first, then harder—taking more of her flesh in his mouth.

Arya closed her eyes and pushed his head deeper into her chest, biting her lower lip to stop herself from moaning. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she watched him suck on her like a man starved. Her face turned a deep shade of red.

Meanwhile, Rohit leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more hunger. The soft, warm flesh filled his mouth, tasting faintly of her skin and perfume.

He squeezed her breast lightly in his hand, feeling its heavy, perfect weight and the way it yielded under his fingers. His tongue circled her hardened nipple, slow and deliberate, savoring the way it tightened against his lips.

Arya’s breath hitched. A quiet, shaky sound escaped her throat as she pushed his head deeper into her chest, her fingers threading tightly through his hair.

After a while, she pulled her other breast free with trembling hands and brought it to his mouth. Rohit latched onto it immediately, sucking harder from the start this time as he watched her expressions.

His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak. The taste of her skin... the soft moan she tried to suppress.. the way her body arched toward him — it was all intoxicating.

His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, begging for attention, but he ignored it for now.

He kept sucking her tits and slid his hand between her thighs. The heat radiating from her core was unmistakable. He rubbed her over her pants first, feeling the dampness already soaking through the fabric.

With a low growl, he stretched the pantyhose and tore a small hole with his teeth, then slipped his fingers past her panties.

She was soaked. Hot. Slippery. His fingers glided easily over her swollen folds, teasing her entrance before sliding inside her wetness. Arya’s thighs trembled and pressed together instinctively, but she didn’t stop him.

"You’re so wet already..." Rohit whispered, voice thick with lust, his fingers moving slowly inside her.

"Shut up..." Arya hissed, but her hips rolled against his hand, chasing the pleasure despite herself.

Rohit grew bolder. He pushed her legs apart gently and lowered his head between them, pulling her panties aside. His tongue found her soaked pussy and began licking and sucking with slow, deliberate strokes.

Every slow drag of it felt electric, sliding deep and curling against her sensitive walls, forcing her pussy to flutter and squeeze uncontrollably.

Arya’s hand flew to his hair, gripping it tightly as she tried desperately to stifle her moans with other hand. Her heart was pounding harder than it ever had in her life.

He is really doing it... Oh my god. My own little brother is eating my pussy right here... with the pilot just a few feet away...

The forbidden thought made her thighs tremble. "Feels... so good..." she thought, biting her lip hard to keep any sound from escaping. Her hips bucked against his face instinctively as waves of pleasure rolled through her body.

Rohit continued for several intense minutes, his tongue fucking her deeper, licking and sucking every sensitive spot with skill. Her walls tightened greedily around him, pulling him deeper like her pussy never wanted to let go. He could tell she was getting dangerously close.

Internally, Rohit was thrilled. It wasn’t often he found someone who could handle his tongue this well.

But everything doesn’t always go smoothly.

The pilot suddenly felt something was off. The cabin had gone unusually quiet for too long. Without turning his head, he asked, "Is everything alright back there?"

Before Rohit could reply, Arya quickly pushed his head deeper between her thighs and answered in a slightly strained voice, "Yes... he felt a little sleepy."

The pilot nodded and returned his focus to flying.

The moment he did, Arya’s body tensed. She came hard, squirting into Rohit’s mouth as her thighs trembled violently around his head. Rohit closed his eyes and drank her in, savoring every drop as her body shook uncontrollably.

When the waves finally subsided, Arya leaned back in her seat, completely exhausted, chest heaving.

Rohit wiped his mouth and chin with his handkerchief, then returned to his seat. He leaned toward her with a smirk and gestured to the obvious bulge in his pants.

"What about mine?"

Arya took a deep breath, still flushed. She was too exhasuted to argue so she said direct with ragged breadths. "Not here... It will be too risky. we can’t."

Rohit made a disappointed face and looked out the window, saying nothing more.

Arya glanced at him with apologetic eyes. She knew it was a little selfish, but it was simply too dangerous right now. She reached over and gently patted his thigh.

Rohit leaned in. Arya whispered softly in his ear, "Come to my room tonight... When no one’s around." She paused, clearly embarrassed. "I’ll... make it up to you then. Properly."

Rohit smiled and looked at her. She quickly averted her gaze to outside window, as if it was not her who said this but a faint blush remained.

He shook his head lightly, satisfied.

’What a tsundere... Can’t believe it actually worked. Thank you, big sis.’

The helicopter continued flying smoothly, the pilot none the wiser as the city passed below them.