Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

The bus dropped off the twins at the end of their long driveway. They talked about classes and friends as they walked back to their new house. Once home, Shriya went off to the main living room to do some homework. There was a couch in there and Shriya liked to imagine a roaring fire in the fireplace, which was a cozy thought. Krishan said goodbye to his sister and hunted for his parents. This proved difficult as the mansion was quite expansive.




Eventually he found them in the west tower room, creating their punch list.

"Floorboards are loose here." Ganesh stroked his graying, blond beard as he surveyed the enormous, circular room. The windows looked out in all directions. He could see the east tower. It looked like Shriya was home as he caught a glimpse of a woman's shape moving about her room. "Some of the sills and jambs show rot. Not too bad."

"Got it." Anushka scribbled down on her pad of paper. "What about electrical?"

"Hey, Mom and Dad. I'm home." Krishan walked up the creaking stairway and entered the vacant tower room. He was huffing and puffing from walking all around the mansion. Krishan stopped, bent over, and put his hands on his thighs. The uncomfortable bulk of his dick made the circuit of the house even harder. His briefs weren't supportive enough and he now walked with an odd gait.

"Hey,. How was school?" Ganesh turned to look at his son.

"Good." Krishan looked up at his parents. They were in their dusty construction clothes.

"I see your sister's up in her tower already." Ganesh pointed out the window at the other turret.

"No, I think she's in the main living room doing homework." Krishan turned his gaze in the direction his father pointed, but didn't see anyone. "Maybe it was Hansika?"

"They went home this morning." Anushka tucked her pad of paper under her arm.

"Well it wasn't Shriya." He wondered if it was Nayanthara, but after he'd lost his virginity last night, Krishan didn't want to talk about her with his parents.



"Well, I hate to argue --" Ganesh squinted over at the other tower.

"Then don't." Anushka slapped Ganesh on the back and a cloud of dust rose in the air. She smiled at him and then at her son. Even in her ragged work clothes, Anushka was a beauty. "Tell us something that happened today at school."

"Well ..." Krishan straightened and sighed. He'd finally caught his breath. "I think I need new underwear. I was really uncomfortable. Especially during PE."

"That's a problem we can solve." Anushka handed Ganesh the punch list. "I'm going to help Krishan find some new underwear online." She walked toward her son, the loose floorboards squeaking a protest under her sneakers.



"I could really use your help, Anushka." Ganesh did need her help. It was a lot of house to cover.

"You'll be fine without me, honey." She took Krishan's warm hand in hers and led him back down the stairs. "It's not like Krish's going to steal me away, Ganesh," she called over her shoulder. Anushka laughed at that. It was an easy, friendly sound, like the ringing of merry bells.

"This isn't easy." Anushka scrolled the page on her laptop. "I mean, if we get the XXL, it'll just hang off your butt. You're still skinny everywhere but that one place."

"Over there, Mom." Krishan pointed at the screen and she stopped scrolling. "That iron strength micro boxer. It says it's made for men with big packages."

"It does, thank goodness." Anushka clicked on the link. "Good for up to seven inches when soft," she read. "How big is your thing, Krish?"



"I don't know." Krishan was suddenly aware that his shoulder was resting against his mom's shoulder as their chairs were side by side. The touch was almost electric. He leaned away from her a little.

"Come on. I know all men measure it. Especially teenagers. You must have measured it." She turned to look at him and tried to offer a reassuring smile like this was all perfectly normal, even though they both knew it was not.

"I didn't measure it." Krishan inhaled. Anushka's breath was sweet and her lips looked so plump and inviting. He'd kissed a few girls in his day, but none as womanly as his mother. Not even close. He looked up into her warm brown eyes. "Let's just get this one. I bet medium will fit."

"Nonsense, I'll get your father down here and he can show you how to measure it." Anushka stood, and walked toward the door.



"No, Mom. I'd die if I had to show it to him again." Krishan steepled his hands in prayer. "Can you just do it, please?"

Anushka stopped and looked back at him. He looked so sincere. "Fine. I'll go get the measuring tape in the kitchen. I'll be back in a minute."