Desire Sister Stepdaughter
CHAPTER 20 - Not Brother Sister

Although often annoying and disturbing for a long time but never this deep, Zoya covered her face when she realized Zayyan had made her bedridden. Awkward, stiff and clearly embarrassed to unite in Zoya. "Don't close, let me see your face, Zoya."

Zoya's heart beat faster again, even now she's shaking. Zayyan's request made him ketar-ketir, since then he had been trying to accept and consider Zayyan not a sister for him. But still, again and again Zoya blushed and did not have the power to look at Zayyan directly.

"So, can you do it without asking for it again?"

He grumbled, yet nothing he had misbehaved like this. Zayyan chuckled at Zoya's resignation but still tried to protest like this. His sister is a little difficult to seduce, forced to she brushed off both hands of Zoya slowly. The face of ayu that he often stole from the last few years he could look at freely as his woman, not his sister anymore.

"Look at my eyes, Azoya."

Moreover, after successfully locking Azoya's hand over his head now he again asked Zoya to open her eyes. The woman wanted to cry out for forgiveness, but her instincts followed the orders of the man who is now her husband.

"Ikhla?"

The question was thrown from Zayyan's lips, a thin smile that is so familiar in Zoya's eyes now why it looks so different. For a long time Zoya hangs if this, Zayyan who makes it increasingly unsafe even breath feels tight.

"No need to answer, you will be sincere when you feel it."

Since Zoya still thinks about it, she's not really stupid. But in this position, Zoya can not think clearly even if asked one plus one also he may remain silent. The occasional kiss he felt, whether Zayyan was not bored until he always kissed her before then kissed her jaw and neck.

It is blind love or true love. The woman who surrounded Zayyan had no doubt about her body, but she was completely blinded and her eyes were only comfortable with her sister. "Nr ...." Zoya's voice sounded bitter.

The heat that has been creeping since, is now burning. Although he had seen Zoya's body in a state of innocence without a thread that night, but Zayyan had not acted more.

"Hm, why?"

He asked again, Zayyan paused for a moment and now looked at Zoya's red face. They sound wrong, but silence is getting wrong. Between ready and unprepared, Zoya honestly feels like an endless dream.

"Ha-haus, can I have a drink first?" zoya asked, confirming that her clothes were slightly raised due to Zayyan's actions in two of her personal assets.

"Hm, wait here."

Zoya momentarily sighed softly, at least Zayyan could be controlled for a while. His life seemed to be missing in half, this time was really the definition of nervous half dead. "He's not awkward? At all?" It's hard to believe, but here it is and Zoya is at war with her own feelings. Zayyan behaved like a husband who wanted his wife.

The man is Zayyan, but why does Zoya seem to be being attacked by an angel of death. Hearing his voice Zoya suddenly goosebumps, he uprooted the water until the toilet even accidentally spilled into his chest until the dregs behind his white clothes were clearly visible.

"Here you go, Brother."

"Relatedly? Later thirsty again," said Zayyan who did not look at his face at all, but focused on Zoya's chest which was clearly visible behind the wet cloth.

Relax, Zoya .. Your lecture is not over.

Zoya tries to calm herself down. It wouldn't be funny if his life was lost by hanging, but the more he calmed down the crazier as well. Especially when Zayyan returns with a dreamy look that Zoya believes is demanding warmth tonight as well.

Sure enough, Zayyan crawled back to the top of the bed. This time he actually opened his shirt, until it was clear Zayyan's body made Zoya's eyes hot. Never mind being fascinated, not to mention that he was embarrassed first.

"We go on again, after this I won't give you a chance to postpone it, Zoya."

Zayyan again demands Azoya to lie down, knowing that thirst is only Zoya's reason. The man traced the curves of his beautiful body. Zayyan smiled as a stifled sigh escaped from Azoya's tiny lips.

"Mahendra's never done anything like this, has he, honey?" asked Zayyan who only Zoya could answer with a slow nod, for whatever sake she could no longer afford to pretend to be ordinary.

Especially when Zayyan's hand really slipped in behind the underware. Zoya suddenly closed and pulled a pillow to cover her face. Again and again, Zayyan put away the thing because she wanted to see how her woman was in enjoying the pleasure she was giving.

"Why? Embarrassed?" asked Zayyan to stop his fingers for a moment, but still there.

"Hmm, why always ask. Brother knows the answer but aakkhh...." Zayyan laughed discordantly, the man again rendered Zoya helpless with just his fingers. While Zoya's accidental release is clearly embarrassed to look at Zayyan, she is reluctant.

"Bassah, Zoya."

"Dianzayyan!!" Running out of steps because Zayyan didn't stop making him misbehave. The woman hit Zayyan on the shoulder, it was strong enough but only made the man smile in a knot.

"Normal, darling .. don't be ashamed, enjoy Zoya, we're not sisters."

- To Be Continue -