Family of Shaows

[sexonmind]

As the evening progressed, Sunanda checked in with Babu. 

“Babu,” she said over the phone, “Are you on your way?” 

There was a pause before Babu replied, his voice apologetic. “Amma, my lecturer asked us to submit an assignment paper before we leave. I can’t get out of it. I won’t make it home tonight, but I’ll be there first thing in the morning. I promise.” 

Sunanda frowned but understood the demands of academics. “Alright, Babu. Just make sure you come home tomorrow. Aruna will be waiting.” 

When she hung up, Purushotham raised an eyebrow. “Babu isn’t coming tonight?” 

Sunanda sighed. “No, but he’ll be here tomorrow. I trust him to keep his word.” 

The next morning, Sunanda left early, her car packed and ready. Purushotham stayed a little longer, offering Aruna a quick reassurance. 

As the car drove away, Aruna stood by the window, her mind already racing. She wasn’t sure if Babu would keep his promise, but either way, the house was hers—for now. 

Babu sat in the bus, the hours dragging on as he made his way home. He had promised to be there for Aruna, but now he was anxious. The night had already stretched far beyond what he had expected. He called Purushotham

“Babu, I’m here,” Purushotham’s voice came through the line. “There was a delay at college, but don’t worry, I’ve taken a bus”. Babu said “Ok, I’ll stay with Aruna until you get here.” Said Purushotham and ended the call.

Hours later, Babu arrived in the quiet, sleepy complex of government quarters. It was nearly 2 AM, and he hesitated at the front gate, unsure if he should ring the doorbell and risk disturbing Aruna’s sleep. He stood still for a moment, his thoughts swirling. 

The quarters, though well-maintained, were old—tall windows and long corridors, the kind of place where a whisper could echo for minutes. He glanced around the darkened yard, then made up his mind. 

He approached the side of the building, moving quietly. The house was large, spacious, but the walls and windows held secrets from years of wear. Babu could see into Aruna’s bedroom through a crack in the window. 

His breath caught in his throat as he froze, his eyes widening. 

The soft murmurs of Purushotham and Aruna having sex filled the quiet night air, a stark contrast to the sound of thoughts in Babu’s head. He felt a mix of anger and betrayal, but also a strange curiosity that kept him rooted to the spot. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the silhouettes moving in unison, the dim bed light casting an eerie glow across the rumpled sheets.

Purushotham’s hips moved with a steady rhythm, his body a testament to the passion that had been building between them. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was muffled by the pillows, but Babu could see the toll it was taking on the bed beneath them, the mattress bouncing slightly with every thrust. The sight was almost mesmerizing, like watching a dance that was both beautiful and forbidden.

Aruna’s moans grew louder, her body responding to the raw, primal instinct that had taken over. Her breasts bounced with each impact, her nipples hard and erect. Babu felt a twinge of arousal despite the rage simmering in his chest, his own cock stiffening in his pants as he watched. He had never seen Aruna like this—his sweet, innocent sister—transformed into a creature of desire by his best friend’s touch.

Without warning, they shifted. Purushotham lifted Aruna’s legs over his shoulders, his dick sliding in and out of her with increased vigor. The new angle allowed Babu an unobstructed view of the intimate act, the glistening wetness of her pussy as it took him in. Each stroke was a silent declaration of their betrayal of Babu’s trust etched into the fabric of his mind.

Aruna’s moans grew more guttural, her body undulating under the force of Purushotham’s thrusts. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her. The sound of skin slapping together was a symphony of lust that seemed to resonate through the entire building. The bed creaked and groaned, a mournful tune accompanying their clandestine coupling.

Purushotham’s dick was a weapon of pleasure, sliding in and out of Aruna’s tight, wet cunt with ease, the slickness of their love juices creating a lewd sucking sound that made Babu’s cock throb painfully. His sister’s pussy was stretched around his best friend’s thick shaft, the sight of which made Babu feel a mix of rage and a perverse excitement. He had never seen Aruna in such a state of sexual abandon, her body moving in ways that were both obscene and mesmerizing.

Her tits bounced with every thrust, the nipples standing erect as if begging for attention. The room was a tableau of raw passion and carnality, the scent of their sex mingling with the faint smell of sweat and desire. Babu’s hand found its way to his crotch, his fingers squeezing his hard-on through his pants, his mind torn between the urge to join them and the need to confront the reality of what he was witnessing.

 

Purushotham reached around to fondle Aruna’s breasts, his palms cupping and squeezing them roughly. Her nipples were stiff peaks that responded to his touch with a shiver that ran through her body. He pinched and twisted them, eliciting gasps that grew more frequent as he drove into her deeper and faster. Aruna’s pussy was a wet, glistening mess, her juices dripping down her thighs. Purushotham’s cock was slick with her nectar, sliding in and out with an ease that spoke of their familiarity. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, making her scream in pleasure, the sound echoing through the quiet corridors of the government quarters.

With a feral growl, Purushotham flipped Aruna over onto her hands and knees, positioning her in a doggystyle stance that allowed him to plunge into her even deeper. His dick was a piston, moving in and out of her with a rhythm that was both punishing and pleasurable. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the room, a bassline to their symphony of lust. Aruna pushed back into him, her own needs driving her to meet each thrust with eager anticipation. Her cunt was a vice, squeezing him tightly with every push forward, urging him to go faster, deeper.

Babu’s hand moved faster on his cock, the fabric of his pants growing wet with his own precum as he watched the scene before him. The sight of Aruna’s ass bouncing with each impact, her pussy gaping and closing around Purushotham’s thick shaft, was too much to bear. His mind raced with thoughts of what he would do when he finally confronted them. Would he be able to contain his anger, or would he give in to the dark desires that now consumed him?

Purushotham’s grip on Aruna’s hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pumped into her with renewed vigor. He leaned over, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered dirty, possessive nothings into her ear, his breath hot and heavy with lust. Her moans grew more animalistic, each one a whimper of pleasure that seemed to spur him on.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered to the side, catching a movement in the shadows outside the window. There, Babu stood, his hand clenched around his erection, his eyes glued to the scene playing out before him. For a split second, Purushotham’s rhythm faltered, his eyes meeting Babu’s in a silent exchange of shock and understanding. But instead of stopping, Purushotham’s smile grew wider, a twisted, knowing grin that sent a shiver down Babu’s spine. He leaned down and grabbed a handful of Aruna’s hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck, and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. The sound echoed through the room, a stark reminder of Babu’s presence outside.

Without missing a beat, he continued to fuck her, his movements growing more aggressive, more claiming. He pulled her hair harder, using it to guide her head, forcing her to arch her back further and take him deeper. Aruna gasped, her body trembling with the mix of pleasure and pain, her eyes glazed over with desire. The sight of his best friend watching him take his sister, his own hand moving in time with their rhythm, only fueled the fire burning in Purushotham’s belly. He felt a twisted sense of power, a thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He grabbed her hips and slapped her ass again, leaving another handprint to match the first.

 

Aruna’s moans grew louder, her body moving with the same urgent need that now gripped Purushotham. He knew Babu could hear them, could see the way his sister’s body responded to him, and the thought made him push harder, faster. The sound of skin on skin, the slap of his hand against her ass, the wet suction of his cock moving in and out of her it was a symphony that seemed to crescendo with every passing moment.

Babu’s hand stilled on his cock, his breathing ragged. The anger and betrayal he felt were now tinged with something else, a strange, burning desire to be a part of what was happening in that room. He watched as Purushotham slapped Aruna’s ass again, her cheeks reddening with each blow, and he knew he couldn’t look away. He was trapped in a cycle of his own making, a silent witness to the most intimate of moments between two people he cared about deeply.

And as Purushotham’s strokes grew faster, more erratic, it was clear that he was approaching climax. Aruna’s body tightened around him, her cries growing more desperate as she chased her own release. The tension in the air was palpable, a thick, electric charge that seemed to crackle and snap with every movement. Babu felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, his hand itching to join in, to claim what was rightfully his. But he remained frozen, his hand hovering over his cock, his mind racing with conflicting emotions.

With one final, powerful thrust, Purushotham buried himself deep inside Aruna, his body tensing as he released his load into her welcoming warmth. She screamed, her body shuddering with the force of her own orgasm, her cunt clenching around him like a fist.

Purushotham slowly withdrew from Aruna's quivering cunt, his cock glistening with the evidence of their passionate union. He took a moment to catch his breath, his chest heaving, and then looked over at Babu, a knowing smile playing on his lips. With a nod that was both a silent command and an invitation, he gestured for Babu to approach the front door. Despite the sticky mess of their encounter, there was an undeniable allure in the way Aruna's pussy continued to pulse, hungrily, around the emptiness left by Purushotham's retreating shaft. 

Babu's cock, which had been straining against his pants during the whole scene, grew even harder at the thought of what was to come. He licked his lips in anticipation, his hand finally giving in to the urge and wrapping around his thick, throbbing member. The room was suffused with the musky scent of sex and the sound of their labored breathing as he walked over, his legs slightly shaky from the overwhelming excitement that had built up within him.

With a smug smile, Purushotham sauntered over to the bedroom door and swung it open, allowing Babu to step inside. The room was a cocoon of debauchery, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Aruna lay sprawled across the bed, her legs spread wide, her chest rising and falling in erratic bursts as she tried to regain her breath. Her skin was slick with sweat, her long hair matted to her forehead and neck, and her eyes were glazed over with a mix of pleasure and shock. As Babu's gaze traveled down her body, he took in the sight of her swollen, glistening pussy, still quivering from the intensity of her climax. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Babu's voice was a harsh whisper, his eyes wide with a mix of anger, confusion, and a begrudging arousal that he couldn't quite hide.

Aruna's eyes snapped open, and she bolted upright, the sheet clutched to her chest in a futile attempt at modesty. "Babu!" she gasped.