Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

The bus was most of the way to college when Krishan noticed the missed call and voicemail. He listened to Hansika's message. When the bus let the students off at high college, Krishan hung back and then bolted through some trees and caught one of the side streets that ran behind the college. His brother's place was only about a ten-minute walk. He could skip first period. Maybe even second if he had to. He texted Hansika to let her know he'd be there soon. Hansika texted Krishan back that she couldn't wait to see him, with a heart emoji.


Karun's house was on a quiet cul-de-sac, lined with small, boxy homes. Krishan huffed and puffed as he walked up the front drive. He rang the doorbell and waited only about five seconds before the door swung open. Hansika stood in a tight tank top and yoga pants. Her curves bulged under her clothes. Krishan tried to keep his eyes up on her pretty, eyes.



"Hello, Krishan. You skipping college?" Hansika stuck her head out and looked around the neighborhood. Satisfied that no one watched them, she waved Krishan inside and closed the door behind them.

"Um ... yeah." Krishan looked around the small house. He could see most of the first floor from his spot by the door. Karun's place seemed so tiny compared to what Krishan was used to at Mansion.

"That's so very unlike you, Krish." Hansika's face brightened in a shy smile. "Karun and I always used to skip to go ... well, you know ... hang out." She reached up with her left hand and twisted a strand of her blonde hair. Her wedding ring twinkled at Krishan. "When I called, I didn't think you'd come right over. Not that I'm not happy. I mean ... it's fine. I mean ... want some coffee?" Hansika frowned and shook her head. "No, you don't drink coffee. Of course. Um ..." She'd never in her life been nervous around Krishan before. Having her shy, eighteen-year-old brother-in-law over felt like hosting some celebrity.

"Maybe some water?" Krishan awkwardly stuffed his hands in his pants pockets. He followed her into the kitchen, allowing his eyes to take in her wide, rolling butt under the stretched spandex. Krishan was used to feeling timid around Hansika. He'd had a crush on her forever, and she'd always gazed right past him. He realized that this was the first time he'd looked forward to visiting his brother's house. It was such a familiar place, but so different in that moment. "You look really great, Han."

"You think so?" She looked over her shoulder at him from the sink with one eyebrow arched hopefully. "Thanks." She filled a glass up at the faucet and turned toward Krishan.

"Before you say anything, I guess I have to tell you that I can't ... um ... do any more stuff with you. Like we did in the library." Krishan took the glass from her and took a step back. He held it but didn't drink.

"Really?" Hansika's face fell. She looked like a kid that'd just seen her ice cream cone drop to the floor. She dropped her eyes to the tile near her bare feet. "Did you get back together with your girlfriend?"

"What?" Krishan cocked his head in confusion.

"You know. The last time we ... did stuff. I was helping you get over your breakup." A sad smile passed over her face. "I've been through a few breakups myself. I know that you often get right back together. You know Karun and I broke up for a while when we were dating."

"Yeah." Krishan nodded. "I got back together with my girlfriend." It felt odd referring to his mom as his girlfriend, even if it was obliquely. But the more he rolled the idea over in his mind, the more he liked it.

"Well good." Hansika tried to be mature about this as she ignored the longing between her legs. "I mean ... that's good ... I'm happy for you. And I love Karun. What we did was ... wrong." She looked back up into Krishan's young, handsome face.

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure says not to do that for a bunch of different reasons." Krishan didn't want to tell her they'd been spotted by his mom. He didn't want to explain that his mom was going to have more sex with him as long as he didn't screw it up again.

"Okay. Well then ... I guess we know where we stand." Hansika nodded slowly and stepped toward Krishan to show him out, frown lines furrowing her face. "You better get back to college." She reached out and patted his blond hair, the most platonic gesture she could think of.

Krishan thought about Nayanthara and how she'd faced down Vinay for him. He hadn't seen her since. He didn't even know if she was okay. He remembered the fear in Nayanthara's eyes as he'd run away. The apparition hadn't risked herself so Krishan could lead a boring goody-two-shoes life. Krishan was doing what his mom wanted but letting Nayanthara down. You couldn't please everyone all the time.

"Come on, you better get on your -" Hansika's eyes bulged as Krishan pressed his lips to hers. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she moaned. She felt his hands press into the small of her back and pull her up against him. Her large curves pressed against the slender teenager. She felt a bit oafish with their mismatched sizes, but that thought quickly floated away. Her arms moved around his shoulders.



They made out in the kitchen for a while.

Krishan broke the kiss and unbuttoned his pants. "I'm sorry, but I've always loved you." He dropped his pants and lowered his micro-boxers. "I know I shouldn't do this, but I can't help it. Karun's such an idiot, I can't believe he married someone as perfect as you."

"Oh, God, Krish." Hansika's eyes stared at the long, thick cock that cantilevered out from Krishan's narrow frame. "I ... can't help it either." She pulled him into another embrace and bent her neck down to plant small lingering kisses. His dick burrowed itself between her thighs. She could feel the heat of it through her yoga pants. She nibbled on his ear and thrilled when a little moan escaped his lips. "Just do me a favor and don't say mean things about Karun anymore." She swirled her tongue in his ear and listened to him whimper. "We probably shouldn't mention him at all. Not while we're ... alone together."

"Okay." Krishan nodded and his hands took a tight grip on her ass. His hips started moving, rubbing his dick between her legs.

"And ..." She looked down on him and gave him a quick kiss on the nose. "This isn't love. You have a crush. And I ..." She kissed him quickly on the lips. "When this is all over, I'm going back to your brother. I'll always be with your brother. Understand?"

"I guess." Krishan tried not to let his disappointment show.

"Don't be sad." Hansika sunk down to her knees. "Let's turn that frown upside down." She opened her mouth wide and swallowed his cockhead. This boy had such unbridled power between his legs. It was a thrill to please it. To please him. She bounced her head back and forth and reached for his balls. They were full and ready. She couldn't believe she'd taken all that cum inside her the first time they had sex. Krishan had left so much in her that she'd leaked well into the morning. Was she really ready to let him dump another load in her pussy? Goodness, she'd probably be leaking when Karun got home from work.



"That feels ... really good ." Krishan watched his brother's beautiful wife bury more and more of his dick down her throat. She was a natural. Soon it was almost all the way in. Her eyes watered as she looked up at him. She might say it wasn't love. But if it wasn't, there was something very near to love in her eyes as she looked up at him and slurped on his dick.

It took ten minutes of impossibly long strokes with her mouth before Krishan's balls began rhythmically pulsing under Hansika's fingers. "Mmmmmpppphhhhh." She wanted to cheer him on. To tell him to let it all out. But her speech was somewhat compromised.

"I want to ..." Krishan took a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled her off his dick. He looked down on her pouty lips as she gasped for air. "... cover you."

"Really?" Hansika let Karun cum on her sometimes. But she suspected this would be very different. She continued to caress his churning balls while Krishan stroked his cock inches from her face. "Do it," she whispered and closed her eyes.

"Oh ... .. aaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Krishan exploded and watched as shot after shot of cum landed on Hansika's perfect face.



"Ewwww ... Krish ... there's so much." The hot liquid splashed over her. When she opened her mouth to talk, she could taste the salty stuff. It had a dark, pungent flavor. So different from any other man she'd been with. She stuck out her tongue and tried to catch as much as she could in her mouth. She surprised herself by swallowing it. When he finished, she released his balls and wiped the cum from her eyes.