The rustle turned out to be a cat, but the close call made Riya and Aryan hornier. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. Next morning, the family planned a trip to the nearby temple. In the crowded auto-rickshaw, Riya sat on Aryan's lap. His hard cock pressed against her ass through her saree. "Feel that, didi? Bhaiya's lund wants your gaand."

She wiggled subtly, grinding back. "Mmm, bhaiya, it's poking me. I want it inside." His hand snuck under her petticoat, fingering her wet choot discreetly. Riya bit her lip to stifle moans as the auto bumped along. At the temple, while others prayed, they slipped to a secluded corner.