Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

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"I'm eighteen." Krishan said under his breath. "I'm a man."

"No, you're not." Karun walked up next to Krishan and punched him on the arm, hard enough for Krishan to know it wasn't playful. "You're still a runt, Krish." Karun hit him again, laughed, and walked after their parents.

Krishan stood in the weeds and rubbed his arm, watching Karun stalk off. His brother was his opposite in many ways. Karun was tall, broad-shouldered, and his muscles bulged out of his t-shirt. And he was not nearly as thoughtful as their mom thought.

"He doesn't really mean it." Hansika walked up and gave Krishan a pitying, sympathetic smile. "He's actually very considerate." She patted Krishan on the head like he was a lost puppy, and followed her husband up the walkway.



"He means it," Shriya whispered. She had finally left the car and stood a few feet from Krishan, eyeing their new house. "It really is a monstrosity, isn't it?"

"Our brother or the house?" Krishan looked at Shriya, admiring her quick, friendly smile.

"Both?" Her small, elfin features caught the morning sun as she looked up at windows in the west tower.



"Yeah, you're probably right." Krishan walked off toward the house. "Come on, Shriya, let's go pick out our rooms."

"Okay." As Shriya followed her brother, she kept her eyes up on the windows like she had spotted something interesting. But she said nothing more.

Even with help from the movers, the family were hot and sweaty by the time the family's stuff was settled. Most of the boxes and furniture were in their assigned rooms.

Anushka and Ganesh took the master bedroom on the second floor for their own.

Krishan took the second-floor bedroom with the fireplace, on the opposite end of the house.

Shriya, wanting to have some space of her own, took the circular bedroom in the east tower, above Krishan.

Karun and Hansika set up a guest bedroom for themselves across the hall from the master bedroom. The couple didn't plan on spending the night all that often, but there were bedrooms to spare. They'd sleep there that Saturday night, help with the unpacking Sunday, and then leave Sunday night. It wasn't a long drive back to their small home across town.

The house was clearly a product of its era. Only the entry way and the second-floor living room had open layouts. All the other rooms were cloistered and compartmentalized. All around them, there was rich wood paneling and bountiful carving and inlay. The Victorian builders loved to pour on an excess of detail and a mansion like this had certainly spared no expense when the house was built in 1886.



The family ate delivered pizza together in the oak-paneled dining room when their work was done. After that, Krishan excused himself to take a shower. He grabbed a towel from one of his boxes and found the bathroom across the hall from his new bedroom. It had an old clawfoot tub with a shower curtain hanging from a rickety curved rod. He sighed to himself, but it would have to do.

Downstairs, Anushka washed dishes and thought about how they'd probably need to start with remodeling the kitchen. She could really use a dishwasher. Suddenly a chill passed over her and she shivered. She felt Ganesh step up behind her and give her butt a pat. "Hands off, Ganesh. Save it for our new bedroom."



"What?" Ganesh called in from the dining room where he was clearing the table with Hansika's help.

Anushka's pulse quickened and she turned, but no one was in the kitchen with her. She turned off the sink and put her hands on her hips. That was odd. She could have sworn somebody gave her butt a little smack. Well, she was tired. "Nothing, honey," she called back to her husband. And now that she thought about it, she was dirty. So very dirty. Without another word, she walked out of the kitchen, down the hall, and upstairs.

The thought occurred to Anushka that she should use the master bath and it might be good to grab a change of clothes and a towel. But instead, she walked right to the bathroom across from Krishan's new bedroom. She opened the door and slipped in. She could hear Krishan softly singing to himself as he scrubbed himself. Anushka's heart thumped in her chest. She left the door open behind her and walked up to the shower curtain. For some reason, she needed to make sure Krishan cleaned off properly. It was her motherly duty after all.



"Hit me baby one more time --" Krishan sung to himself. The shower curtain flung open and Krishan gave a high-pitched shriek. He turned to see his mother standing there with a distant look in her eyes. "Shit, Mom, what are you doing?"

The shriek snapped her out of it. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Krish. I didn't know anyone was in here." She looked him up and down. His pale, thin teenage body was slick with water. She couldn't help but notice his penis. It seemed he had not inherited his father's hefty seven inches. That was too bad for her little man. "I ... um ... thought this shower was empty."

"Like, you didn't hear me?" Krishan caught his mom looking at his junk, and he quickly put both hands over his crotch. He knew he was small and the look of pity in his mom's eyes confirmed it. This was mortifying. "Get out, Mom."

"Of course, sorry. I'm so sorry, Krish." Anushka retreated back out into the hall and closed the door. That was all so strange. She must be more tired than she thought. She walked back to the stairs with the most peculiar feeling. It was like she was moving in a stodgy dress, with an awkward bustle in the back. She had to look down to confirm to her brain that she in fact still had her t-shirt and jeans on. She'd go to bed early, she decided.



Something woke Krishan in the middle of the night. The old mansion creaked as its timbers contracted and expanded, a type of breath any old house would take. The cool night air settled around the house. Krishan's curtains billowed in the moonlight as a breeze blew through his open window. When had he opened his window? And if there was a draft blowing in there must be a cross breeze. Krishan looked over to his bedroom door and saw that it stood open too. That was odd.