The salty night air clung to their sweat-sheened bodies as Abhimanyu lifted a boneless Aarohi into his arms. Neil followed suit, gathering a trembling Akshara who melted against his chest. The walk back into the lavish suite was a silent procession of satiated exhaustion, the only sounds their quiet footfalls and the distant crash of waves.

They were laid side-by-side on the massive bed, the crisp white sheets a stark contrast to their flushed, well-used skin. The brothers moved with a surprising, almost reverent tenderness, fetching warm, wet cloths. Neil gently cleaned between Akshara’s thighs, wiping away the evidence of their balcony encounter, his touch eliciting a soft, sleepy sigh from her. Abhimanyu’s ministrations were more thorough, cleaning first Aarohi’s sore, well-stretched pussy before carefully attending to her ass, his large hands impossibly gentle as he soothed the aching, conquered ring of muscle.