Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Sekhar put his hand around her and pulled her a little closer to comfort her.

"Don't cry sis, it is all for the good. We have each other and we are together."



Priya Bhavani forgot all her misery. She was only conscious of one thing...their proximity. Her cheek was resting on his broad chest, his strong arm holding her and his strong bicep touching her arm. She felt the heat of his young body and his over powering masculinity and moved a little closer, her thigh touching his.

As she closed her eyes, Sekhar thought his sister was in deep thought and didn't want to disturb her. He sat quietly, even as his right hand dropped and his palm rested on the bed brushing her right thigh. For the first time ever, he became conscious about their physical proximity and realized with a shock that he liked it. As if in reflex and guilt, he moved a little away.

Priya Bhavani sensed it too and opened her eyes. She felt that a new bond, a much stronger one, has been established between them.

"So, you feel that we should say yes to the proposal?" She asked him softly.

"Yes, sis and you could tell them on behalf of both of us. You are the big sis." He said fondly.

"Yes, I am and don't forget that." She kissed him lightly on his cheek and got up.

"Thanks, Sis." He too got up and gave her a loose hug that sent sparks down her back.

Things moved quickly after that and a couple of months later Ranganath married Anjali in a simple ceremony that was attended by his children and close relatives.

Anjali came from a respectable but poor family from a small town. Though she couldn't attend a college because her family couldn't afford it, she managed to study privately at home courtesy distant education and passed her degree in Arts.



As she was well past the average age at which a girl married in their community, her parents were more than happy when Ranganath's brother came up with the proposal.

Anjali  had nice big breasts that bounced and stood proud; the kind that instantly attracted men. She had an attractive waist and a nice, shapely behind with big and prominent buttocks.

More than anything, it was her smiling face that was her best feature and the reason everyone called her beautiful. She had a soft, musical voice too.

Ranganath was naturally besotted with his young wife. Priya Bhavani was very jealous of her step mom and hated her. Sekhar accepted her as his father's wife; neither liking nor hating her.



He kept an open mind.

Once Anjali came home the old lady who cooked left. Anjali took charge of the household and Priya Bhavani surrendered the charge to her, a little reluctantly. But she was relived in a way because she could now revert back to her studies and other activities, more actively.

In one month's time, Anjali proved that she was an extremely competent and capable home maker. It was obvious to everyone that she was a gold mine. She was an excellent cook, organized and ran the home very well. She kept everyone happy.

Even Priya Bhavani admitted to herself, grudgingly, this. But her own ego and sense of insecurity, kept her hostility towards Anjali alive.

That was not the case with Sekhar. He appreciated Anjali's efforts and contribution. He loved her cooking and praised her. He called her 'aunty' and his show of respect and affection for 'Anjali aunty' was genuine and spontaneous. Ranganath liked this very much and was happy.

Priya Bhavani however reacted in a different way. Though she had to accept Anjali, she never acknowledged, let alone appreciated her. She was already jealous of her beauty, good looks and her culinary and other skills. But her brother Sekhar praising her and eating out of his 'Anjali Aunty's' hand was the proverbial last straw.



She decided to fight this and win back her brother and his affection. She thought hard about this and made her own plans.

That night when everyone retired to bed and all was quite, she went to Sekhar's room and knocked. He was in his pajamas and reading a book in bed.

"I am unable to sleep and feeling depressed. Can I disturb you for a while?" She asked.

"Of course, come along." He moved aside a little making room for her to sit.

Priya Bhavani sat down to his right, her right hip brushing against his tummy/ waist.

"I am missing our mother very much and feeling lonely, I have been unable to sleep well last few nights." Her eyes welled up with tears and her voice broke.



"Oh, Sis, take it easy please. Don't cry. I know how you feel, my poor sis!" He tried to comfort her with words.

She hugged him and rested her face against his chest, tears streaming down. Her slender arms went around him. It was natural for him to try and comfort her and provide solace.

He hugged her tightly and she felt her breasts squash against his chest. She felt a stirring and a fire starting in her loins.