Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Nishikant.Wayal]

sister's martyr story, is it true or paying respect to someone you know ? in both case salute to the lionheart

[nallapaiyan2]

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Great writing

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Marvelous

[Haran000]

Awesome update, truly a great writer and story

The story is too hot. Every break between updates feels like torture.

Very good going

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sister's martyr story, is it true or paying respect to someone you know ? in both case salute to the lionheart

My friends works in BSF, he told that a woman commandent risked her life fighting whole night, injuring her right eye, saved 5 soilders in an attack. That inspired me to write here 

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Great writing

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[Krish World]

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16. Goutham

May 9th, Quebec City, Canada,

The evening sun, a fiery orb, cast its final, shimmering light across the glass facade of the GSK Pharma building, an international pharmaceutical giant. 

Below, a warm breeze stirred, causing old, dried leaves to flutter from the trees even as new shoots emerged, a poignant image of life and decay.

Gautam stepped out into this scene. He adjusted his bag, slipped his iPhone into his pocket, and shed his suit jacket, folding it neatly into his bag as he prepared for his journey home. As he did so, he was met by a familiar face—Evelyn, the dynamic boss of the market promotion wing and the wife of his managing director.



Evelyn, a native of Canada, had married Alfredo Hedge, Gautam's MD, after building her own career. Once at Gautam’s level, she had risen through the ranks to become a formidable unit boss. Despite having two children and a married daughter, her captivating beauty and sharp wit continued to turn heads, especially among the younger men in their marketing division. And Gautam, like the rest, found himself drawn into her orbit, a silent admirer of her grace and power.



ఽఽMemories aren't always sweet, nor are they always bitter. But some are etched into our minds like an indelible tattoo. They leave an impact on us, however small it may be.

My mind drifted back to Gandhi Street in Karimnagar, to a time when a few sparse hairs were just beginning to sprout on my upper lip. Our family's finances were precarious, and to help, I spent my mornings delivering milk packets to six houses in our lane before heading to our small grocery store.

The last stop on my route was Manjula Aunty's house. She was a woman who commanded attention—tall, with a warm, dusky complexion, a curvaceous figure, and a provocative beauty that made the boys in our lane pause and stare. At that age, my senses were just awakening, and every morning, I found myself captivated by her. The sight of her walking past our store would stir a new and confusing awareness within me.

One morning, the sun was just beginning to cast a golden light over the street as I handed Manjula Aunty her milk packet. Unexpectedly, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into her house. I was startled, but my fear quickly dissipated as she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. A strange sensation, a zing of something new and electric, shot through me. My heart hammered against my ribs as her hand took a firm grip on mine. The tenderness of her touch ignited a deep, unfamiliar desire.

She held my face and showered me with kisses, then guided my left hand to her right boob. "Squeeze me, Gautham," she commanded, her voice a low whisper. My adolescent desire surged, and my small hands tightened around her firm, ample boobs. In that moment, something shifted within me. The boy I had been was gone, replaced by a nascent man. She laid on top of me as I kneaded and squeezed her. Then, she pushed me gently onto the bed and pulled down my shorts. My crazy dick, in a state of shock, stood at attention. She lifted her skirt, and with a surprising move, climbed on top of me.

The pain and pleasure intertwined, a scream of agony and ecstasy escaping my lips. She stopped, her body still, and simply rubbed her thighs against me. It was my first experience, but it wasn't the last.

I don't know where her husband went at that hour, but she would innocently coax me inside, and I would, without question, surrender. This continued for two months—five times, ten times, twenty-three times. It became a habit. I was her pussy slave, a role I filled with a strange mix of eagerness and innocence. Sometimes, I would wait outside her house at night, and if her husband was absent, she would call me in.

One night, I went to her house and saw another man there. It wasn't her husband, but someone else. A pang of something—jealousy, betrayal—shot through me, and I turned and went home. The next day, I wanted to ask her about it when I delivered her milk, but I stopped myself. It felt wrong to bring it up in front of her husband.

Three days later, she took my hand and led me inside. As she began to take off my shirt, I stopped her.

"Aunty, who was that man who came that night?" I asked, the question tumbling out before I could stop it.

"Did you see him?" she asked, a coolness in her voice.

"Yes."

"So now what? Will you tell my husband?"

"No, I won't," I said, a tremble in my voice. "But I didn't like him being there."

A mocking smile touched her lips. "Gautham, you shouldn't talk back. You shouldn't tell anyone about this. Anyway, you don't do things properly. I just called you because you were available."

Her words were a slap across the face, shattering the fantasy I had built in my mind. All this time, I had believed she wanted me, that she saw me as special. The reality was a bitter pill to swallow.

"Move, I have to go," I said, my voice flat. I went home, my body feeling heavy and my spirit crushed.

The experience with Manjula Aunty never truly left me. It just took on a different form. 

Years later, that form was Evelyn—my boss. She was over forty, but with a beauty that rivaled a Hollywood actress, and a hidden craving for older women still made me shiver whenever I saw her. Her presence caused me to lose my footing, my mind replaying the past in an endless loop.

When I told Geetha about a villa, Evelyn’s private house, suggested I could stay there with her. The idea sparked my curiosity. I wanted to see it for myself, and I decided to meet Evelyn to ask her about it.

I ran into her, a feeling of anticipation bubbling up within me, a sense that my past and present were about to collide once again.ఽఽ





He stopped the moment he saw her silver eyes.

“Hey Gautam, where are you going?” Evelyn asked, her smile as welcoming as the morning sun.

“I was actually looking for you, Mrs. Hedge,” Gautam replied.

“Oh, really? I was looking for you too,” she said, shaking his hand. 

“Gautam, do you know how good your presentation was? I wanted to tell you right then and there, but I didn’t want the staff to think I was giving you special treatment.”

“Oh, thanks, Mrs. Hedge.”

“Come on, Gautam, how many times have I told you, just call me Evelyn,” she said playfully, patting his shoulder.

“No, ma’am… you’re older than me.”

“Oh, you!” she laughed. “Right, I showed you the photos of the villa, didn’t I? I’m going there now, want to come? You can take a look.”

Gautam agreed, since she had asked what he was about to ask. “If you don’t mind, Mrs. Hedge, it’s fine.”

Evelyn took out her phone and made a call. A moment later, a car pulled up, and the driver got out to open the back door. Evelyn, however, closed it again.

“He will drive. You can leave,” she told the driver, who simply said “welcome” and left.

Turning back, she said, “Come, Gautam, you drive.”

Gautam froze. Why had she sent the driver away? Why was she telling him to drive? Would it just be the two of them? And he hadn’t even told Mr. Hedge, the M.D., about this yet.

 “I’ll go and tell the M.D.”

But Evelyn took his hand, led him to the driver’s seat, and made him sit. “It’s okay… Let’s go.”

In her eyes, a mischievous light flickered, making Gautam’s heart question everything. She went around the car and sat in the front passenger seat.

Inside the tinted sedan, they were invisible to the outside world. Evelyn reclined her seat and leaned back as Gautam started the engine and the car moved.

ఽఽWhen I was in Dubai, I didn't like it there for some reason. The work was too much. I didn't like the work environment, especially with the shipments. Two months ago, I got a response email from Mrs. Hedge. I had an online video conference interview with her. Based on my experience, I prepared a planning report that Mr. Hedge liked, so I moved here.

When I first arrived, it was naturally difficult to get used to the cold weather, but I somehow managed. Even now, out of my few acquaintances, two are from our country. The other three are different. My other good acquaintance is with Evelyn.

As my boss, she is the one who carries all my presentations. I can say that in a short time, she formed a good opinion of me. She often helps me with my work. During our free time here, she would spend time talking with me.

I have my own selfish reason. Her beauty. Since I'm currently living alone here, my friendship with Evelyn kept me from getting bored.

She used to ask a lot about Geetha, and Evelyn was also very fond of our country's traditions. One day, I showed her a photo of Geetha. She praised Geetha a lot. She even said she wanted to talk to Geetha when she comes here. She laughed and said she would learn how to wear a saree from Geetha.

We talked about many things like this. She also told me that she has watched some English-dubbed Telugu movies.ఽఽ


The car reached the region of La Croche, crossing the village on the riverbank and entering a forest. After seeing a small arrow sign pointing to the right, they turned and passed a wooden shed, arriving at a villa with gray tiles and brick walls.

They both got out. Gautam looked around, listening to the sparrows and watching Evelyn’s scarf sway in the cold wind. As darkness settled, only the villa was clearly visible, with stars beginning to dot the sky above it and the trees swaying in the wind.

“Come, Gautam,” Evelyn said, walking ahead.

He followed her, past a few small trees and a lizard hiding from them, up the stairs, and into the villa. As Evelyn turned on the lights, Gautam stood there, taking it all in.

“Let’s go, I’ll show you what it’s like here,” she said.

“Hmm…” he murmured, following her from the living room to the dining hall and the open kitchen. They stepped onto the north-facing balcony, where they stood listening to the sound of the river flowing fifty feet away.

“When did your Geetha say she’s coming?” Evelyn asked.

“I asked her to come next week.”

“Are you planning to show her around here?”

“Yeah… I’m thinking of it.”

“Let’s go, I’ll show you the bedroom.”

They went inside and walked toward the southeast. “There are three bedrooms. The north bedroom also has a balcony.”

Gautam was mostly quiet, his eyes wide as he took in the luxurious house. Everything looked carefully chosen. They saw the second, slightly smaller bedroom. In another, a guitar and painting supplies made him think of Bharat.

Back in the living room, Evelyn came up behind him and helped him take off his suit jacket, letting it slide off his shoulders. “Sit down, Gautam…”

He sat on the couch.

“One minute, I’ll be right back.”

Gautam walked around, touching a porcelain Buddha statue. As he did, the bedroom door next to it opened. Evelyn came out in a brown long robe with a loose belt, revealing the lingerie she was wearing underneath. 

Gautam assumed such clothes were normal here.

She opened a cupboard. “Whiskey, wine? Gautam?”

“Oh, no… I don’t want any,” he said shyly.

“Come on, Gautam, easy, okay. Tell me.”

With a slight smile, he looked at her. “Wine is okay.”

Evelyn poured two glasses, and they sat down, talking about their company as they slowly sipped their wine. She poured them a second glass, and the conversation shifted from professional to personal.

“My Geetha drank the other day,” Gautam said.

“So she doesn’t drink?”

“Oh, no, that’s not allowed for us, ma’am. It’s very rare. It’s a bit different in our South India.”

“Hmm… I only see it in movies, but I always wanted to visit India, Gautam.”

“Ha… you should.”

“Your Indian boys look handsome.”

“Our people there say Hollywood guys are models… haha…”

Evelyn got up from her stool and came close to him. She took a sip from her glass and looked at him, her eyes intoxicating. “You too,” she said, twisting her finger around his tie.

Feeling flustered, Gautam looked at her. “Thanks, Mrs. Hedge,” he said quietly.

She gripped his tie in her fist and pulled. “I said call me just Evelyn,” she said arrogantly.

“I can’t…” he said, taking another sip.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yes…”

“I might get jealous of your wife.”

Gautam stared, stunned.

In Evelyn’s mind, Gautam was a determined man, focused on his work and respectful to everyone. A friendship had formed between them over the past month. At over forty years old, she had no happiness with her husband and had spent years taking care of her children. Now she wanted to escape the headaches of work. It was natural for her to desire a man like Gautam. She had no doubt that her husband couldn’t give her what she wanted.

“Will you be with your wife every day when you go back to India?” she asked.

“Definitely.”

“Man, she is lucky to have you…”

“Ma’am, can you give me some space?”

Before he could finish, she sealed his lips with hers. 

For a moment, he stopped in surprise.

“Oh, God… you got me, Mr. Gautam…”

He quickly pushed her back. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Hedge, I have to go…” As he got up to take his suit, she pushed him back onto the couch. She untied her robe and stood there, revealing her white lingerie. When Gautam tried to stand again, she climbed onto him, sitting on his thighs on the sofa.

Gautam couldn’t believe it. Evelyn’s desire for him, and her actions, were making him hot. She pulled his tie, loosening it.

“Ma’am, you’re drunk. Excuse me.”

“You are very manly. Show me that.”

Could a man who had been in a foreign country for two months, away from his wife and alone, resist when a beautiful woman presented him with such an opportunity? 

Gautam’s face wanted it, but his mind said no. Competing with himself, he tried to push her away, but his hand grabbed her waist. It was as soft as a cushion of flowers, crushed in his rough hand.

“Ah…” she moaned, showing the turmoil within her. “I brought you here for this. Understand.”

“No, ma’am… we can’t do this.”

She hugged him and pressed his face into her chest. He couldn’t help but surrender to the softness of his boss’s boobs, so far away from Geetha’s beauty. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. He pressed his lips to her neck, biting her white skin to turn it red, letting out all the lust that had been suppressed for so long.

She lifted her head and screamed, “Aahh…”

‘Why is this happening? The very thing I didn’t want to happen has come back in a new form.’

He suddenly pulled her robe and threw it aside. She kissed his neck, rubbed her cheek against his, and kissed his mustache with her spit. Both were breathing heavily.
“I want a good fuck, Gautam…”

And could he give it to her?

 He bent down, pushed her bra cup down, and kissed the mound of her breast. When he kissed her throbbing nipple, she pressed his head to her chest. “Oh…ss.”

As Gautam chewed on her fire, she undid bra, lifted his head, and took his lips. Gautam lifted her and stood up, carrying her into the bedroom on the left. He threw Evelyn onto the bed. Taking off his shirt, he said, “You asked for it, ma’am. It’s not my fault.”

Evelyn let her panties fall to her feet. Gautam, who had not properly looked at Geetha’s flower, was excited to see his boss’s pink flower. He took off his pants and underwear and jumped on Evelyn.

“Don’t say ‘ma’am’…” she said, putting his hand on her butt.

Gautam kneaded it like dough. 

“Hit me, hit me…”

He slapped her butt. He began to rub his erect small member against her pussy.

“Is… fuck, fuck,” she moaned, and with that, he plunged his member into her vagina.

“Oohs…” she gasped, wrapping her thighs around his.

Gautam started to fuck. 

“Fuck…”

He hit her butt with his hand and her pussy with his cock. “Aah… that’s good.”

“I’m not the boss, treat me like a bitch…”

With that, Gautam’s thighs tightened and his rhythm stopped. He hid his face in her neck. “I’m sorry, Evelyn… I can’t… give you a good fuck…” he collapsed.

Evelyn, however, had a small smile and caressed Gautam’s head, leaning him against her happily. “Tell me one thing, can you go for another round?”

He kissed her neck. “I’ll try…”

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Forty minutes later, “Aah, fuck… yes… slow, slow…”

“Shut up…”

“Aah… slowly aah… fuck yeah…”

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At two in the morning, he bent Evelyn over and asked, “Won’t your husband get suspicious?”

“You’re the second one. Got it?” she replied.

He grabbed her hair and plunged his cock into her pussy.

“Aah… fuck… I’ll count how many seconds you last.”

He slapped her on the butt. “Count away…” He pounded her butt with his cock. Evelyn’s hands were pinned down in the mattress, and her butt cheeks and Gautam’s thighs made a “thap, thap” sound.

“The count is increasing, master…”

He fucked her for three minutes with “thap thap” sounds and then collapsed.

ఽఽIt was Manjula who first showed me what it was like for the average guy. For most men, a glance at a young girl or a middle-aged woman with a shapely figure was enough to stir something inside them. But I was different. My gaze never fell on girls. From the beginning, my eyes were drawn to married women. This was my truth, my mind conditioned in a way I couldn’t understand—at least, not until I saw Geetha.

The moment our paths crossed, I was lost. Geetha's presence didn't just alter my perspective; it changed the very core of who I was. Her words, so gentle and kind, filled a void I hadn’t known existed within me. To be honest, maybe it was her soft curves that first drew me in. Her figure was a little plump, and it was a comfort I didn't know I craved. I’d only ever been with Manjula, and I could barely call that an experience.

Like any man, I was filled with fantasies about the beautiful woman who had become my wife. Geetha spoke with a humility and shyness that were so lovely I couldn't resist.

 I was reckless, a fool in my haste. I rushed things without ever knowing her intentions.

 The heights of my imagination were matched by the depths of my disappointment. 

Geetha’s beauty had made me so restless that it was all over too fast.

Her eyes were closed, and I was grateful. I suspected that if they were open, I would have seen her disappointment reflected in them, and that thought alone was enough to make me break out in a sweat. I told myself it was just a one-time thing, but a month after our wedding, nothing had changed. The self-loathing I felt was unbearable.

A part of me felt some relief when I started my job. I used my earnings to buy her everything I had planned. Geetha never asked for a thing. When we went shopping, she would only buy the saree I chose for her. When I brought home groceries, she would only cook the vegetables I liked. I would tell her my preferences, and she would simply nod, never sharing her own. It was as if she had no desires of her own, or that my preferences were her own. Maybe it was our age difference that made me so bossy; I don’t know.

But then, something shifted. Every day, when I returned from work, I would find her bathed and radiant, sparkling like a golden doll. She wouldn't ask for anything, but she would shyly wrap her arms around me. It took three or four days of this happening for it to finally sink in: my wife's desire was growing. She didn't know how to ask for what she wanted, so she would get ready and embrace me with such love, hoping I would understand.

One evening, about three months before I was scheduled to leave for Dubai, I came home to her waiting for me. She hugged me and then kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back, tired as I was, and at that moment, she spoke. It was a soft, playful request, something she had never done before.

“Darling,” she whispered, her voice a soft melody. “I’m lonely here by myself. Shouldn't there be three of us?”

As her husband, how could I deny her? I kissed her rose lips, and we went to the bedroom. We made love, and it was that day that I understood a terrible truth: my lovemaking was not enough for her. As beautiful as Geetha was, her passion for sex was even greater.

Two months passed. Geetha, hopeful, bought a pregnancy test, but it came back negative. She was sad for two days, but by the third, she was herself again, never once looking at me with anything but pure love. It was then that I got the job offer from Dubai.

The truth was, it wasn't just the job offer. It wasn’t that she didn't get pregnant. It was a test I had taken on my own, out of suspicion, that had revealed the problem: the issue was with me.

I didn't know what to do. If I stayed with her, I would never be able to give her what she truly wanted. My heart was broken, and I couldn't bring myself to tell her about my shortcoming. I don't know why, but as a man, I just couldn’t say the words. I was a coward, unable to even tell my own wife the truth about myself.

The Dubai job became my escape, a way to flee from the truth and my own turmoil. I didn't want to leave my wife and my country. But I reasoned that a husband who can't provide sexual pleasure is no different whether he is next to you or in the next town.

I gave my darling a kiss on the forehead, said “take care,” and ran. 

I was a coward who surrendered to the circumstances. 

“Forgive me, Geetha,” I wanted to say, but I didn't even have the courage to say those simple words.
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To be continued……..

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Wimp, impotent and coward husband. What a shame. He should father a bastard child.

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Sunlight, golden and warm, kissed the peaks of the mountains as Gautham woke. A cool breeze, smelling of river mud, drifted through the open window and across his face, coaxing him from sleep. Wrapped in a wool blanket, the scent of Evelyn filled his senses, a heady aroma that awakened him more fully. He was alone.

Slowly, he rose from the mattress, found his pants, and dressed. The door to the balcony stood open, revealing a breathtaking view. The mountains shimmered in the morning light, a serene river flowed below, and birds soared in the distance, their calls carried on the whispering wind. At the end of a small, wooden bridge, Evelyn sat waiting, a solitary figure against the vast landscape.

He approached her, his steps deliberate. She was wearing only a pair of white panties, her back to him. He sat beside her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and rested his head on her shoulder.



"Thanks..." he said, his voice soft, as he squeezed her waist and kissed her shoulder.
She turned her head to him. "Good morning," she replied, and kissed his chin.

"I didn't expect you to do this."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes," he said, a quiet admission.

"Gautham... don't ever underestimate yourself. You are a good person." She looked into his eyes, a profound sincerity in her gaze.

Seeking warmth against the cool air, she shifted and settled into his lap.

"We have to go, boss," he said.

She lifted her head, giving him a small, tender kiss on the lips. Wanting more, he nipped her lip playfully before deepening the kiss. Her right hand found its way to his pants, unzipping and unbuttoning them, then slipping inside.

"No, we have to go..." he insisted, though his body was already responding to her touch.

"Can't I get one more morning fuck?" she teased.

"I don't know..."

With a languid motion, she licked her palm and applied the moisture to his penis, massaging him. He hardened almost instantly in her delicate hand.

"You said you couldn't, but we did it three times," she reminded him with a knowing smile.

He bit her lower lip, his desire overwhelming. "You were the one acting like a bitch in heat," he said, the words a rough caress.

"I like being scolded. Do you scold Geetha?"

"No..."

"Maybe you treat your wife with affection."

"Hmm..." He reached for her breasts, squeezing her right one.

"Mmm..." she moaned softly.

"Who was the other person besides me?" he asked, a question that had been lingering.

"That was a long time ago, when we were newly married. My ex."

"If the MD finds out, I'll lose my job." The thought was a cold splash of reality.

She took his hand, put his middle finger in her mouth, and sucked it. "You are thinking too much. When I come to you by choice, why do you think about all that?"

"But we have to go in another hour."

She kissed his forehead. "We are taking the day off today."

"Hey, you can't do that."

"I already did, master... just hang out with your bitch," she said, before joining their lips again.

Their kiss was deep and passionate as his hand found its way to her panties, pulling them aside and slipping a finger inside. She gasped, a ragged moan escaping her throat. He strummed his finger on her clitoris, and she trembled with pleasure, biting her lip.

"Has Geetha ever given you a BJ?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.

"Yes, she does."

"Oh really... I thought she wouldn't."

"Hmm..."

"Now I'll give you one..."

She shifted, turning toward him with a lustful laugh, and took him into her mouth.

"Ahh, you bitch, you're not giving me a single moment's rest," he mumbled, his hands finding the back of his head.

As she slowly sucked him, a wave of pleasure washed over him, and he began to thrust his hips.

She stopped. "No... you're always so impatient. I'm doing this, aren't I... control yourself," she said loudly, her palm pressing against his stomach to still his movements, before continuing.

He fell silent, his hands gripping her hair. He pulled her back, watching her lips work on him. The pleasure was immense, more intense than anything with Geetha. It was like the forbidden fruit, the neighbor's cluster beans tasting better than the chicken at home. 

But he couldn't control himself. He pulled her up, pushed her aside, and, mounting her, spread her thighs and began to thrust.

"You don't like being outdone, do you?" she laughed.

"You just laugh," he growled, giving a hard thrust.

"Ahh... oh, ego master."

"I've never fucked my wife like this," he confessed.

"You don't feel lust for your wife, Gautham... you feel it for someone like me."

"What's wrong with my wife?"

"There's nothing wrong with your wife, you just lack patience..."

He slapped her face, the sound sharp in the morning air.




"Ush... why are you screaming like that?" he said

"Ahh, ahh... fuck... you're supposed to scream here... make your Geetha scream tomorrow too."

The thought of Geetha sent a jolt of electricity through him. In a fit of passion, he squeezed her boobs and shook her.

"Ahh... yes, harder..." she screamed, her body arching.

"Ahh, bitch, I can't hold it."

"Fuck, I'm coming... ahh, fuck, please hold on, hold on, don't come out."

He held his breath, slowing his movements, trying not to climax. She bit her lip and offered her left boob to his right hand. With her other hand, she held his neck, trembling as she came. A smile of pride stretched across his face; he had made her orgasm for the second time. He had never seen such a response from Geetha. Evelyn's acknowledgment was giving him a new sense of confidence.

He squeezed her breast and began to thrust slowly, grinding inside her. "Ahhh..." he gasped, and collapsed onto her body.

She kissed his neck. "It's been three years since my husband fucked me. I don't know if he's with someone else or if it's because of his age. He hasn't touched me. Thank you..."

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he lay on his side. "I should thank you too."

They kissed.

"Whenever you feel like it, just tell me and I'll arrange it," she said.

"Really...?"

"Yes... use me as long as you are here."


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Hydearbad, May 10th, 6:42 AM,

When Geetha woke up, she noticed the pallu of her saree had slipped from her chest. Her breath hitched slightly as she saw Bharath, sleeping soundly with his face resting right there, a small drop of drool on her skin. A tender smile touched her lips. She gently caressed his hair, then lifted his head and placed it on the pillow beside her. She leaned over and kissed his forehead softly. Noticing the spittle on her chest, she wiped it away with the edge of her saree.

She adjusted her saree and tied her hair into a neat bun. Before leaving, she made sure to inform Susheela.

‘What I'm doing is wrong. But I'm doing it willingly, for him. Somehow, the love he shows feels different. It brings a new kind of sweetness into me. The trust he gives, his actions, his words—it feels like all the playful, mischievous desires I've been missing are found only with him. No matter how much I think, don't I have the freedom to fulfill my small wishes sometimes? The thought that Gautham might never give me the happiness I get with Bharath makes me feel like I should seize these moments of fun while I can. Even if it's wrong, I want this sweet trouble. He's going to be far away from all this in a few days anyway. I don't understand it, and I don't want to stop. I'm not myself when I'm with Bharath; I feel like a new person.’

11:00 AM,

Vimala locked her house and pulled the gate shut just as Jatin's father, Uday, started his scooter. From the next-door house, Geetha stepped outside into the bright sunlight. She had just finished her shower and was absentmindedly combing her damp hair.

“Bye, aunty…” Jatin called out.

“Oh, Jatin, where are you going?” Geetha asked.

“We’re going to my grandma’s house,” he said with a wide smile.

“Oh, enjoying the holidays?”

“Hehe…”

Vimala got on the scooter behind her husband. “We’ll see you later, Geetha,” she said.

“Yeah, sis…” Geetha replied, waving.

Jatin waved back. “Bye, aunty…”

And with that, they were gone.

The people from the upstairs portion, Sriram’s family, had already vacated, leaving Geetha alone in her home. She didn’t talk much to her other neighbors; Vimala was her only close friend next door, and now she was gone for ten days. While Sindhu lived within walking distance, Geetha didn't feel like going there.

She finished combing her hair, went inside to put the comb away, tied a rubber band around her braid, and came back out to wash her hands. Taking the tindora from the fridge, she started cutting the small gourds into slices.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“Who is it?” Geetha called out.

“It’s puppy,” Bharath shouted from the other side.

“Come on in.”

As Geetha put the cut pieces into a plate and reached for another tindora, Bharath’s hands reached for her shoulders from behind. His small goatee tickled her below her right ear, and she squirmed, “Hey…” before quickly composing herself.

“Miss, can I tell you something?” he whispered.

“Hmm…” she replied, not stopping her work.

“My coach gave me 5,000 rupees today for the tournament.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Slowly, he slipped a hand under her sareenpallu and grabbed the left fold of her waist.

“Move, you won’t let me cook, you crazy kid,” she said playfully.

“Miss, I got you a gift.”

“Oh, really?”

“Come, I’ll show you.”

“Wait, you sit down; I’ll come.”

He bit and gently pulled on her earring. A small shiver of excitement ran through her.
“Sss…” she breathed, biting her lip softly.

“Miss, did it really happen last night?” he asked, his voice low.

A blush spread across Geetha's cheeks. “Chi, no, don't remind me.”

“Miss, when I woke up this morning and you weren’t there, I thought it was all a dream.”

“Hmm…”

He leaned his chin further onto her shoulder, holding her waist with just four fingers. The knife in her hand stopped.

“Hey, what’s this, let go,” she said, her voice a little breathless.

But Bharath couldn't let go. He was lost in the softness of her waist, the scent of her skin, and the curve of her neck that his face was pressed against. He rubbed his mustache against her body, and in a daze, Geetha dropped the knife and placed her hand over his on her waist.

“Puppy, stop. You shouldn’t bother me like this every time,” she said softly.

He kissed her neck. “Miss, women in saris with their waists showing are truly beautiful…” he whispered huskily, squeezing her waist.

“Iss…” she moaned, a soft sound.

“Your waist is really nice.”

“How many waists have you seen?” she teased.

“Only yours…”

“Don’t tell me lies, you thief.”

He kissed her just below her lip. “What does it matter how many I’ve seen? It’s enough that I’m holding yours like this…” With that, he pulled her into his lap.

His embrace was an instant surrender. No matter how many times he pulled her close, it felt new to both of them.

“Stop it, go. I said I’ll come,” she protested weakly.

“Miss, come, I have to show you. My dad told me to go to the market.”

“What gift did you get?”

“I’ll show you, come.”

He took her hand, led her to the hall, and made her sit on the sofa. There was a small packet on the teapoy. He picked it up, opened it, and revealed a pair of silver anklets. 

Geetha’s eyes widened in surprise.

He sat on the floor, holding her right foot. His touch made her feel a little mischievous. Even though he had brought a gift, she didn't like that he had spent money like that.

“Why did you buy these now? You could’ve used the money for something useful at home,” she chided.

That thought had never even crossed his mind. The moment he had the money, he thought only of buying these for Geetha. Looking at her intently, he asked, “Miss, can’t I give you a gift?”

“It’s not like that…”

“Hmm…” he hummed, taking off the anklets she was wearing and putting on the new ones he had brought. He did the same with her left foot. Geetha looked at her feet, a new kind of joy in her heart.

“Do you like them?” he asked.

“Hmm, they’re nice.”

He held both her feet and kissed them.

“That’s enough, get up,” she said, playfully kicking his chest.

“Haha…” he laughed, getting up and holding her shoulders. “You have to give me a kiss for the gift.”

“I’ll give you a kick,” she retorted.

He kissed her on the neck. 

“Don’t overdo it,” she warned.

“Please, please…” he begged, moving his hand from her shoulder to her chest. A tingle ran through her. “I love you, Miss…” he whispered, his lips grazing her neck.

She couldn’t stop him. She held his head, her own senses heightened. He squeezed her swelling bust from underneath her blouse.

“Ah…” she moaned, twisting his neck.

“Just one kiss, Miss,” he pleaded.

She immediately grabbed his face, stopping him. Her breathing grew heavy.

“Miss…” he said softly, looking at her directly and squeezing her boob.

Biting her lip, she said, “Don't do that.”

“I’m not doing anything, my hands aren’t listening to me,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Puppy…”

“Yes, Miss…”

They rubbed their noses together. Bharath planted his knees on either side of her on the sofa.

“You’re a kid; you should act like a kid,” she said, her voice a soft murmur.

“Well, a kid will be good if you give him a kiss.”

“What if I don’t?”

He rubbed his thumb on her saree pallu and squeezed. “Mmmm…” she moaned softly. With his other hand, he grabbed her braid and put his lips on hers. They kissed deeply.

“You shouldn’t do this, you know,” she whispered, her mouth still filled with the sweet taste of his.

“Why?”

Could she stop him now that he had ignited the fire in her? 

She grabbed his head tightly and kissed him again. He gradually became intoxicated, his hands squeezing her boobs.

“Iss…” she moaned into his mouth. He tasted her trembling lower lip and released it.

“Is it wrong to do this every day, Miss?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Uh-uh, no.”

“Oh, really?” he said, bending down and kissing her throat.

“Mmm…”

She clasped her hands around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Miss, let’s do what we did last night again…” he said, biting her lip.

“Aahh, you said you were going,” she said breathlessly.

“Umm… but I want to stay with you.”

“Go away… let’s go shopping tomorrow. Let’s meet tomorrow.”

“Aaah… your lips are very dangerous, Miss.”

“Stop it.”

“Miss, just once…”

She pushed him away, and he fell to the side with a smile.

“Go…” she grumbled, hiding her face in her hands. “Do you know what you’re asking of a teacher?”

“Please…”

She crinkled her nose. “I said let’s meet tomorrow, you have to listen. Ask me whatever you want tomorrow…” she said, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection.

“Really?”

“Yes…” she said sweetly.

“Bye…” he said, kissing her cheek and leaving.
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Haran Bro pls check your PM.

[Haran000]

17. Twin Paradise 

After parting ways with Geetha, Bharat, as instructed by Srinivas, was looking for a shop in the market.

After returning home and having lunch, his parents went to the market, telling him to look after the house.

What else could he do? Just like us, he opened Instagram to pass the time and started watching reels.

Just then, he saw a call from Harish.

"Harish, what's up? It's been a while," Bharat said, a smile forming on his face.

"You're a big shot now, bro. You don't even look at us anymore," Harish's voice was filled with playful sarcasm.

"Oh, come on, don't say that."

"It's my birthday today, you idiot... Do I have to tell you?"

Bharat's eyes widened in surprise. "Happy birthday, buddy! I'm so sorry, I totally forgot."

"See? That's what I'm talking about. Thanks," Harish said, a hint of genuine disappointment in his voice.

"I'm really sorry."

"Stop it... Just come to Vandana's place. Let's meet up."

"Okay, sure. You want a gift?"

"You can give it to my  ass... Just come," Harish said, laughing.


The moment Bharat reached Vandana's gate, he saw her. She was on the balcony, waving at him, her smile a beacon beckoning him to come up. His heart pounded in his chest as he climbed the stairs, the anticipation building with each step. He stepped inside and, without a second thought, captured her lips in a kiss.

She responded instantly, her mouth opening, her lower lip surrendering to his gentle suction. He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as he moved to nibble on her neck and lips. They were lost in the moment, their breaths held, when a sharp tap landed on his head.

Next to them, he found a girl in a Punjabi dress, her hair tied in a bun, her waist cinched with a rubber band.

He broke the kiss and turned, his eyes meeting a pair of angry ones. "That's my elder sister, you dummy," she said, her hand connecting with his face.

Bharat was stunned, the realization hitting him like a truck. He immediately let go of Vandana and looked at her. She was smiling, a mix of surprise and shyness on her face. He turned back to the girl he had just kissed, his hands reaching out to hold hers apologetically.

"I'm so sorry, I thought it was you," he stammered.

"Don't lie, you did it on purpose," she retorted.

"No, I didn't..."

Just then, they heard footsteps on the stairs. "Shhh..." Vandana whispered, wiping her mouth. Harish arrived, holding a cake box. He rushed inside and placed the box on the table. The three of them walked over to him.

"Dude, you brought it yourself?" Bharat asked, surprised. "I thought we were celebrating at night."

"I had to. He forgot, and he was the one who was supposed to bring the cake," Harish said, glaring at Bharat. "My uncle and his family came, and my dad is pushing me to get home, asking why I'm with friends instead of my cousins."

Vandana interrupted, "Hey, wait a minute... Why are you opening it now?"

"I have to leave, Vandana."

She placed a sparkler on the cake and took out a matchbox. Bharat noticed Chandana was still pouting.

"Didn't you get a blaster?" he asked.

"I told them not to get one because it's at home," Vandana replied.

"Oh, good idea," he said, still looking at Chandana.

Vandana lit the candle, and the four of them sang "Happy Birthday." Harish cut a small piece of cake and fed it to Vandana. She, in turn, fed a piece to him, and then to Bharat and Chandana. Vandana fed him another piece and playfully smeared some cream on his cheek.

"No, I have to go home," Harish said, laughing. When Vandana laughed, he pressed her hand against her own cheek, smearing cream on her face. Seeing that, Bharat also applied cream on Chandana's cheeks like sandalwood paste. Chandana grabbed his hand and pushed him back hard. He fell into a nearby chair.

"Hey, what happened?" Harish asked.

"Nothing," Chandana said, pouting.

"What happened, what did you say to her?" Harish pressed.

"Nothing, dude," Bharat replied quickly. He was afraid of how Harish would react if he found out that he kissed Vandana.

Vandana intervened, "That's how they are." She then suggested, "Hey, let's take a photo."
The four of them took a selfie. Just then, Harish's phone rang. "My dad is calling. I'm leaving."

"Hmm... Wash your hands," Vandana said.

Harish washed his hands and, in a hurry, came and kissed Vandana on the lips. Seeing their kiss, Bharat and Chandana turned their faces away. Harish left.

Bharat grabbed Chandana's hand. "Why did you push me?"

"You're being too much. Go now," she said.

"Hey, I didn't realize..."

"It's okay, just go," she said, turning her back on him.

He playfully hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Give me a kiss and say bye."

"No, I won't. Go..."

"Is that it?"

"Yes..."

Vandana chimed in, "Hey... You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"You stop now, don't get me in trouble. And why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

"Where did you give me a chance?"

Chandana broke free from his hold. "Enough, stop it."

"Bharat, I liked your kiss. More than Harish's..." Vandana said, laughing.

"You stop it, Vandana... Okay, I'm leaving. Bye, Chandu..."

She quickly turned back and grabbed his hand, stopping him. He pulled her close and stared into her eyes. "Sorry... I really thought it was you."

"Hmm, it's okay," she said, her pout finally fading.

He bent his neck and lovingly bit her upper lip with his lips, like a piece of tomato, and took it into his mouth. Her lip brushed against his chin, which was covered in a small beard under his lower lip.


She kissed him back, a deep, passionate kiss that made Vandana watch with a sweet curiosity. Vandana, ever the pragmatist, went to close the door, a silent guardian against the outside world.

When their lips finally parted, Chandana smiled, her cheeks red. “You didn’t come when I asked you to yesterday,” she said. 

He apologized again, his gaze lingering on her face. He licked a smear of cream from her cheek, and her eyes closed dreamily.

Just then, two more hands wrapped around his waist from behind. It was Vandana. He turned to look, and there she was, Chandana’s doppelgänger, her sister, her eyes full of desire. She whispered in his ear, “Give me another kiss.”

But his heart was with Chandana. He didn’t respond to Vandana, choosing to kiss Chandana’s forehead instead. Chandana hugged him tightly, a possessive gesture. Vandana, with a laugh, pulled her hands free and, with a playful “Move,” hugged Bharat herself.

Bharath: Stop.... they'll report it.

Chendana: It's fine.

He bent her neck and kissed it.

Bharath: Umm....

He held Chendana's hips and pulled her close.

Chendana: Ah...

Chendana closed her eyes.

Bharath held Vandana's hand and led her aside, hugging her with one arm.

He turned her face towards him, brought his lips to hers, and said, "No, Vandana, we are still in junior college..."

Vandana: But if we're not supposed to, then why do we have this desire?

Chendana unbuttoned Bharath's shirt and kissed his chest.

Vandana put her hand behind his head and kissed his lips.

While kissing her lips, he squeezed Chendana's butt.

He also licked the cream off Vandana's cheeks and let her taste it from his lips.

Afterwards, he kissed Chendana's lips.

Vandana threw her dupatta to the side.

Bharath untied Chendana's dupatta. He unbuttoned the two buttons on the neck of her Punjabi dress and drunkenly kissed the space between her small breasts.

Vandana is kissing Bharath's neck.

Chandana began to unbutton his shirt, kissing his chest. Vandana kissed his lips. He was caught between them, a willing victim of their affection. He licked the cream off Vandana’s cheek, then tasted it on her lips. He kissed Chandana’s lips next. The shawls came off, then the clothes, and he was lost in a haze of teenage desire.

He turned from Chandana to Vandana, her curvier body a temptation he couldn’t resist. He unbuttoned her clothes, pulling her close, biting her lips. He kissed his way up, asking, “Can I see?”

“Really?” she asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.

“Yes,” he said, his voice a low whisper.

A flicker of jealousy crossed Chandana’s face. He pulled Vandana’s dress down from her shoulders, revealing her plump, dusky boobs. He couldn’t help himself. He licked her left boob, and she squeezed his head, a mix of pleasure and surprise. He apologized, and she simply said, “It’s okay.”

He was completely consumed by Vandana, stroking her nipple with his finger as he kissed her lips. Chandana took a step back, her presence forgotten for a moment. He was a teenager, driven by impulse and lust. His love for Chandana was real, but so was his desire for Vandana. He wanted both.

But he was about to make a mistake. When Chandana moved to take her clothes off, his eyes widened in panic. He stopped her, pulling her dress back up.

“Am I not good enough?” she asked, her voice filled with disappointment.

“Oh, you fool, it’s not like that,” he said. “I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Her cheeks turned red. She feigned innocence. Just then, a voice called out, “Chandu!” It was her mother, Kausalya.

The three of them froze, a silent panic in their eyes. Chandana quickly wiped her mouth and ran to the door. Her mother was downstairs, calling to them. Kausalya had made vermicelli pudding and wanted them to have some. Chandana went downstairs to get the bowls, leaving Bharat and Vandana alone.




When Chandana came back up, she found the room empty. Her sister and Bharat were gone. She placed the plate of pudding on the table and called out their names. No answer. She went to Vandana’s room and saw Bharat’s clothes on the bed, his underwear on the floor.

“We’re in here,” Vandana’s voice came from the bathroom.

Chandana saw her sister’s clothes by the door, and with a sinking feeling, she silently opened the bathroom door. Behind the foggy shower curtain, two naked figures were wrapped in an embrace. Her boyfriend was kissing her sister, both of them naked.



“Bharat…” she said, her voice a shaky whisper.

“Chandu, stay there,” he said. “I don’t want you to see.”

Vandana: Ahh...

Bharat: Umm...

Vandana: Should I hold it?

Bharat: Yes... stroke it...

Vandana: Hmm... okay...

Chandhu just leaned against the door and silently watching the blurry shadows move behind the curtain, listening to their voices, their moans, their whispered words. 

Bharat: Uff... from bottom to top...

Vandana: Okay...

Bharat: Do it with both hands...

Vandana: Did Chandhu do it?

Bharat: You're the first...

Vandana: Really?

Bharat: Yes...

Vandana: I never saw Harish's even once.

Bharat: Ahh... swing it slowly...

Vandana: Hush... dude, the smell is driving me crazy...

Bharat: Don't look at me like that...

Vandana: Chandhu, I saw his......

Chandhu: Bharat, stop it...

Bharat: Hmm...

Vandana: How long should I do it like this?

Bharat: Until it cum...

Vandana: Will it come out like in the videos?

Bharat: Yes...

Vandana: They put it in their mouth in those videos...

Bharat: Will you put it in your mouth? Hahaha...

Vandana: Ew...

Bharat: Put it in...

Vandana: Nuh-uh...

Vandana: Hmm... Ew, don't let it touch my lips.

Bharat: Try it...

Vandana: Should I suck it?

Bharat: Yes... please...

Chandhu: Akka, I'll kill you... she screamed.

Bharat: Please... Chandhu...

Chandhu: That's mine, you dummy...

Bharat: Okay, okay... Aahh...

The climax came quickly. Vandana's yelp of surprise, the sound of her disgust. And then, Bharat stepped out of the bathroom, his soft penis hanging. Chandana, despite everything she had just seen, hugged him tightly, a mix of anger and possessiveness in her voice.

“I’ll kill you if you do that again,” she said.

“Your sister didn’t hear, really,” he said, trying to reassure her.

It wasn't wrong for Chandana to be selfish. She wanted him all to herself. When he tried to kiss her, she began to take off his clothes.

“No, Chandu,” he said, trying to stop her.

But she didn’t listen. She took off his shirt, and her leggings dropped to the floor. She was slim and delicate, a stark contrast to Vandana. She lowered her face, and he put his hand on her small breasts, his other hand lifting her camisole.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

“Look at me,” she said.

“There’s nothing there to look at,” he said, and she slapped him.

“Do you love me? Or not?” she demanded.

He slowly lifted her camisole and took it off. Holding her waist tight, he bent down and licked her, his tongue between her small breasts. The promise came from his lips, “I won’t touch your sister again, okay?”

“Hmm,” she mumbled, and her hands went up, a silent invitation for him to kiss her armpit.

The desire was back. His big penis began to come alive, pressing against her thighs. A tremor went through her.

“That’s it… that’s it…” she whispered.

He kissed her armpit and looked into her eyes. “Chandu…”

“Hmm…” she mumbled.

“Look,” he said, and she shyly hid her face in his neck.

Vandana, ever present, spoke up. “So why did you overreact?”

“You get the hell out,” Bharat said, annoyed. Vandana quickly left.

He held Chandana’s face in his hands, looked into her eyes, and said, “Sorry… hey…”

“You are mine,” she said, her voice firm.

“Okay,” he agreed.

“Geeta, teacher, me. That’s it… no one else.”

“As you wish,” he said, and just then, Vandana returned.

She quickly kissed Bharat. “Vandana, I’m going to hit you,” he said, but she took his raised hand and made him hold her waist.

“Tell me the truth, don’t you want both of us?” she asked.

“Chandu doesn’t like it,” he said, looking at Chandana.

“Chandu, please…” Vandana begged.

Bharat, caught between the two sisters, had no idea what to do. He pulled both of them into his lap at once.

“Hey, listen to me,” he said. They both nodded. “Vandana, if your sister doesn’t agree, I won’t do it.”

Vandana looked at Chandana, her eyes pleading. “Agree, please…”

The oppressive heat in the small space was a product of the three bodies pressed together. Vandana and Chandana, in their panties, clung to Bharath, who was completely naked. Bharath's hand squeezed Chandana's buttock, his eyes holding a mischievous glint.

"But Akka..." Chandana began, only to have her words swallowed by Bharath's kiss. He bent her neck and silenced her.

Vandana understood his intent and smiled faintly. Chandana, despite her initial hesitation, agreed. 

Bharath kissed Vandana as well, his cock hardening between the sibling chicks soft thighs. 

This time, Chandana's hand descended, her fingers tracing the length of him.

Bharath took a step back, looking down. When he lifted his head, Chandana's gaze was lowered, her lip caught between her teeth as she looked at him with a fiery intensity.

"What? Is it getting hard again?" Vandana teased.

Bharath’s focus remained on Chandana. The girl who had been shy a moment before was now in a state of shock, her fingers gently caressing his hardness.

"Chandana…?" he whispered.

"Mmm, did Geetha teacher see this?" she asked.

"She sucked it," Bharath replied.

"What? When?" Vandana exclaimed, grabbing him and kissing his face.

Bharath tensed, his thighs trembling. Chandana's lips met the head of his cock. When he tried to pull her away by her hair, she defiantly licked the underside of him with her tongue.
"Aahh… Chan..." he moaned.

Vandana, surprised, looked down and gently freed her sister's hair from Bharath's grip. 

Chandana lifted her eyelids, inviting his manhood into the cave of her lips. Unable to contain his boiling excitement, he slowly thrust his waist forward. Half of his penis entered her mouth. Chandana tilted her head back and let it go.

"Is this how you want it…?" she asked.

"Yes… but…"

She took him into her mouth again. "Mmmm…"

"Hey, give it to me," Vandana insisted.

"Take it," he responded.

Seeing the two sisters kneeling before him, a surge of passion coursed through Bharath. 

The pleasure from Chandana's mouth was immeasurable as she began to suck slowly, moving back and forth. The other half of his penis remained outside, and Vandana leaned in to kiss it.

He immediately pulled back, taking it out of Chandana's mouth. "No, Chandana… maybe we're doing something wrong..."

Chandana was in a trance, unable to speak.


‘I love you, ra… I don't care about anything else… I'll do anything if you ask me to… I get jealous seeing you with Geetha teacher. For some reason, I feel like I want you all to myself. If you ask why I'm like this at this age, I don't have an answer. I'm doing this because I don't know what to do to make you like me. Do you like me?’

He lifted her into his arms, kissing her cheeks and looking lovingly into her eyes. "I don't like you doing that, Chandana. Don't."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Just don't," he said.

Meanwhile, Vandana, unable to stop, took him into her mouth. He grabbed her hair and pushed it further, causing her to pull back, coughing.

"Slowly..." she managed to say.

"Sorry," he responded, giving it back to her.

Chandana watched, hurt. "You like it when my akka does it…?"

"I don't like it when you do it," he said.

As he held Vandana's hair, slowly thrusting into her mouth, drool dripped from the corners of her lips. "Ahh… don't stop like that…" he pleaded.

Vandana continued, a soft, guttural sound escaping her lips.

He kissed Chandana, his eyes falling on a clothes rack. An idea sparked. He quickly lifted Chandana and moved toward it, with Vandana following, her lips still caressing him.

"Hold on to that," he ordered Chandana.

She obeyed, gripping the rack. He lifted her by the waist and inhaled the scent between her thighs. Chandana didn't understand what was happening, but Vandana smiled knowingly.

"Vandana, keep sucking, please," he instructed.

"Okay, ra," she replied, taking him into her mouth.

He kissed Chandana's delicate waist, just above her navel. A shiver ran through her. He moved her panties aside and kissed her labia, which resembled a delicate hibiscus flower. A tremor of pleasure coursed through her body, making her dance on his shoulders.

"Amma… Hhh…" she gasped.

"hold on tight…"

Her folds, closed like a tulip with a vertical line, were an open invitation. As he touched his tongue to her blood-filled clitoris, her thighs tingled, and her waist twisted like a cobra. A shower of nectar fell onto his tongue as he kissed her folds.

"Aahh… Mmmm…" a cry escaped her throat. She tried to steady herself, almost putting a hand down, but feared losing control and held onto the rack again. He carried her butt on his shoulders, his tongue caressing the soft nectar.

"Aahh… Hahh…"

As Bharath's cheeks rubbed between her thighs, Chandana's screams echoed in the bathroom. Below, Vandana's lips, glistening with Chandana's drool, caressed his manhood, increasing her own hunger. With his left hand, Bharath held Chandana's body on his head, and with his right, he held Vandana's hair, consumed by passion.

Vandana pulled back to catch her breath, a coy smile on her face as she looked at the drool on his chest. She felt a sense of pride seeing her sister’s pleasure, but her own eagerness to conquer Bharath drove her to take him back into her mouth.

Bharath, lost in worshiping his lover’s "sweet flower," ignored Vandana. Chandana’s desire swelled, her heart raced, her thighs blazed, her nerves trembled, her clitoris echoed, and she released her nectar of lust for her lover. He took her, now covered in drool, into his arms and kissed her neck.

Chandana swallowed, resting her head on his shoulders. He slowly leaned her back against the wall, and at that very moment, he ejaculated onto Vandana below. He moved aside, exhausted, and sat on the toilet seat.



A little while later, they were in Chandana's room. He made her sit on the bed and got dressed. She pulled his hand, asking him to sit beside her. He lay down, and she leaned over him, her eyes meeting his.

"We shouldn't have done this…" she said.

"But we already did, right…?" he replied.

"Will you marry me?" she asked.

"Haha… What kind of question is that?"

"You've seen all of me. You should be the one to marry me."

"Okay, I'll marry you in future."

"Promise?"

"Hey, don't you trust me?"

"I don't know…" she said.

He held her hand and kissed it. "I love you… I'll leave Geetha miss. We're going to Canada. After we come back, it's just college and a career."

"You can do whatever you want,… because I want you, nothing else…" she said sadly, resting her face on his chest.

"Hey… what's wrong?"

"You study… Don't get into those silly things again. You have to be sincere. I like you when you're serious like this and winning."

"Chandana…"

"Hmm… you won't understand, Bharath… I felt a certain way when you didn't come yesterday. I wanted to congratulate you."

Bharath didn't understand. He hadn't shared that much love with Chandana and had always thought she would be against his likes. He wanted a girl who was submissive like him. But Chandana, even when everyone else looked down on him, was the only one who believed in him. She hoped he would be serious just once and achieve something. He placed both his hands on her and kissed her cheek.

"I'm sorry I didn't pay attention to you yesterday," he said.

Vandana came in, holding a bowl of vermicelli. "Hey, get up and let's eat. It's gotten cold, too…"

Bharath spent the rest of the day there.
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To be continued……..

[nallapaiyan2]

just a wow update in a weekday bro, just wow - expecting a blast in US visit - good

is there any chance of spinoff with Manjula aunty - as the name manjula itself gives a good vibe

[siva05]

Barath living many man's dream

[unnecessary197]

Nice updates. As someone pointed out earlier i would love to see the first intercourse between siva and geetha that too seduction not forced. Rather than bharath . But again great writing by the way

[Sage_69]

Nice going!

[Vasanthan]

Super update

[Projectmp]

Bharath is living the dream life of every guy.

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Threesome was super Haran ! Great update

[Siva.s]

Good update keep posting