Family of Shaows

[sexonmind]

Part 2 of Chapter 5

The following day, Babu found himself in the awkward position of being introduced to Vicky, Jasmine’s ex-boyfriend. Jasmine, with a slightly flushed face, brought him over to where Babu was sitting, her hand wrapped around Vicky’s muscular arm. “Babu, this is Vicky. Vicky, this is Babu, my friend from college.”

Vicky eyed Babu up and down, his gaze lingering on the younger man’s lean frame and well-tailored clothes. He knew the type—smooth talkers with a penchant for easy lays. “So, you’re the one who’s been keeping Jas entertained while I’ve been away, huh?” he said with a cocky smile, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Babu felt his stomach clench as he looked into Vicky’s cold, calculating eyes. He managed a strained smile. “Just a friend,” he said, his voice tight.

Vicky’s smile widened. “Yeah, sure. We’ve all had those friends, haven’t we, Jas?” He leaned in closer to Jasmine, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle, her cheeks growing even redder.

As Jasmine excused herself to the washroom, Babu took the opportunity to confront Vicky, his voice low and filled with a mix of curiosity and jealousy he couldn't quite hide. "So, are you two getting back together?" he asked, his gaze unwavering.

Vicky's eyes narrowed, a smug grin playing on his lips. "What's it to you, playboy?" he shot back, mistaking Babu's concern for romantic interest. "You know how it is, right? Sometimes you just can't keep your dick out of a tight pussy, especially one as sweet as Jas'. I'm just here to remind her of the real deal before she settles for some college boy's amateur moves." His tone was crude, his words a deliberate jab at Babu's inexperience.

Babu's fists clenched, but he held his ground, not about to let Vicky's vulgarity get the better of him. "Jasmine is not just a 'tight pussy' for you to use," he said through gritted teeth. "She's a person with feelings."

Vicky's smile grew wolfish. "Oh, I know she's got feelings," he leered, "but it's not her heart I'm after." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Babu's ear. "It's that sweet cunt of hers that's been haunting my dreams, begging for a real man's touch."

Vicky chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his arms folded smugly across his broad chest. "Let's just say I've had my fill of that tight little snatch," he bragged, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction. "For the last two years before we called it quits, she was my personal fucktoy, always eager to take whatever I gave her." His voice was a sneer, a deliberate attempt to provoke and demean. "But you know how it is, she's got that kind of pussy that never gets tired, always begging for more," he said, his words like a serrated knife slicing through Babu's heart. "And now she's all yours to play with, if you can handle it," he added with a wink, assuming Babu was just another notch on Jasmine's bedpost.

The explicit details of Vicky's description painted vivid images in Babu's mind, images of Jasmine's body, contorted and sweaty, her luscious curves bouncing as she was pounded by Vicky's larger frame. It was an image that both aroused and repulsed him, filling him with a mix of lust and anger. He clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing with a fierce protectiveness for his friend that was unfamiliar and intense.

Babu's face contorted with anger as Vicky's words hit him like a sledgehammer. "How can you talk about Jasmine like that?" he seethed.

Vicky just chuckled, sipping his drink. "Oh, come on, don't play the innocent," he said, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Jasmine's not as pure as you think, bro. She's got needs, and sometimes, a big dick is just what she craves." He leaned back, his gaze raking over the memory of the previous night. "Why else would she let me fuck her brains out even after we broke up?" he taunted, his voice thick with the satisfaction of someone who knew they had the upper hand.

The revelation sent Babu's mind reeling. He had always seen Jasmine as a beacon of light in his dark world, a symbol of innocence and purity. To hear Vicky describe her in such a crass and degrading manner was like watching someone defile a sacred place. Yet, the images he painted of her curvy body writhing in pleasure, her moans filling the room, stirred something deep within Babu. A primal part of him was jealous, yes, but also... intrigued. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to see Jasmine in that state of unbridled passion. The thought made his cock twitch in his pants, and he shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his growing arousal from Vicky's piercing gaze.Babu, weary from the week’s events, packed his bag and decided to go home for the long weekend. The quiet of the government quarters always had a way of grounding him, and he hoped it would help clear his mind.

The interaction with Vicky left an impression on Babu, one he couldn’t quite shake. Unknowingly, Babu began to limit his interactions with Jasmine. Their usual chats in the lab grew shorter, and the impromptu outings that had once been a highlight of their days became infrequent. Though he still appreciated her company, a quiet hesitation took root in him—a mix of uncertainty and a need to maintain distance.

Jasmine, on her part, noticed the change. She sensed a newfound restraint in Babu, though she couldn’t pinpoint its cause. She wondered if it was because of Vicky’s sudden appearance, but Babu’s polite yet distant demeanor gave her no clear answers. Despite her attempts to keep their friendship as it was, the natural ease between them seemed to falter.

For Babu, this change wasn’t intentional. It was more a reflection of his internal struggle—a mix of confusion over his feelings and an effort to avoid any further complexities in his already tangled life. As much as he missed their closeness, he found himself retreating into his routine, focusing more on his studies, gym sessions, and quiet moments of reflection.

A few days later, Babu packed his bags and headed home for the long weekend. When Babu arrived home the atmosphere in the government quarters was as quiet as ever. Sunanda was at the temple, leaving Rani busy in the kitchen. As Babu settled into the living room, Rani came in with a glass of water and sat across from him.

“So, how’s college life? And how’s your friend Jasmine?” she asked casually, referring to the friend Babu had mentioned during his last visit.

Babu’s face darkened at the mention of Jasmine. He leaned back in his chair, his voice sharp as he muttered, “I don’t want to talk about that… that bitch.”

Rani froze, her expression quickly shifting to one of disbelief and anger. She put the glass down with a loud thud. “What did you just say?”

Babu looked away, unwilling to meet her gaze. “Forget it, Rani akka. I don’t want to talk about her.”

Rani’s patience wore thin. “No, Babu. I won’t forget it. First, you come to me, asking me to keep an eye on your sister Aruna, and now you’re sitting here calling your friend—a girl who stood by you—a bitch? What’s wrong with you?”

At that, Babu’s frustration boiled over. “You want to know what’s wrong, Rani akka? I’ll tell you. I saw Aruna and Purushotham together. Laughing, touching, like they didn’t care who saw them. And everyone acts like I’m crazy for thinking something’s going on!”

Rani’s eyes widened in shock. “What are you saying, Babu? Do you even know what you’re accusing her of?”

“I know what I saw!” he snapped. “I’m not blind, and I’m not stupid. She’s not the saint everyone thinks she is.”

Rani’s voice hardened. “You’re letting your anger get the better of you, Babu. You’ve been seeing things through a cloud of suspicion since the moment Aruna came here. And now you’re dragging Jasmine into this mess? This isn’t the Babu I know.”

Babu stood up abruptly, his fists clenched. “Maybe you don’t know me at all, Rani akka. And maybe you don’t know Aruna as well as you think, either.”

Rani rose to her feet, her tone sharp and unforgiving. “If you can’t control your anger and your words, then maybe it’s better we end this conversation here. I’m done listening to this nonsense.”

Without waiting for a response, Rani turned and stormed back into the kitchen, leaving Babu alone in the living room, simmering with unresolved frustration. The silence that followed was deafening, but neither of them was willing to break it.

The next morning, the sun streamed through the windows of the government quarters, casting a warm glow across the living room where Babu and Rani sat. The tension from the night before had dissipated somewhat, but the air was still charged with something unspoken. The next morning, Babu woke to the sound of faint laughter coming from the living room. Curious and a bit unsettled after the tense exchange with Rani, he got up and wandered to the window. There, he saw his mother, Sunanda, in her workout attire, stepping out of the house with Aruna by her side. They were heading to the gym, chatting and smiling, a rare sight that brought an unexpected sting of emotion to Babu’s chest.

He rubbed his eyes and leaned against the window frame, letting out a heavy sigh. The memory of his harsh words from the previous evening flooded back, and a wave of guilt washed over him.

After a few moments, he stepped into the kitchen where Rani was busy preparing breakfast. Her face was calm, but she didn’t acknowledge him right away. He hesitated, then spoke softly.

“Rani akka…” his voice faltered, and he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. For last night. For the way I spoke to you.”

Rani stopped stirring the pot on the stove but didn’t turn to face him. “It’s not me you hurt with your words, Babu. It’s yourself. Carrying all this anger and frustration… it’s eating you up.”

Her words struck a chord, and he felt his eyes well up. “I… I don’t have anyone to talk to, akka,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I don’t know how to handle all this. My thoughts, my doubts, everything feels so heavy. I don’t even know if I’m doing the right thing anymore.”

Rani turned around, her expression softening. She walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Babu, you don’t have to carry everything on your own. We’re family. You can always share your burdens with us. But you need to let go of the anger and suspicion that’s clouding your heart.”

Babu looked down, a tear escaping down his cheek. “I just feel so lost sometimes, akka.”

Rani pulled him into a hug, her embrace warm and comforting. She placed a motherly kiss on his forehead and whispered, “You’re not alone, Babu. You have people who care about you, who want to help you. Just trust us.”

Babu nodded against her shoulder, feeling a small but significant weight lift off his chest. For the first time in a while, he felt a glimmer of hope, a sense that he wasn’t as alone as he thought.

Babu hugged Rani tightly, feeling the warmth of her body seep into his. His muscles, honed from hours at the gym, flexed against her soft form. She felt the bulge of his biceps and the firmness of his chest, the result of his recent dedication to physical fitness. His strong arms wrapped around her, giving her a sexual excitement she hadn’t felt in a long time. Rani's breath hitched as she took in the scent of his musk, a potent mix of sweat and cologne. The warmth from his embrace spread through her body, igniting a spark of arousal that she hadn't anticipated. Her eyes widened, and she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. Babu’s gym routine had indeed paid off. His broad shoulders and taut abs were a stark contrast to the chubby, almost boyish frame she remembered from before. The way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt was incredibly distracting, and she found herself imagining what his body looked like without the fabric barrier. As they stood there, Rani's hand inadvertently brushed against his crotch, and she could feel his growing arousal pressing against her. The sudden intimacy of the moment caused a shiver to run down her spine.Unknown to both of them, the tender motherly kiss that Rani had placed on Babu's forehead had set off a chain reaction. As their bodies remained entwined in the comforting embrace, Rani felt something she hadn't anticipated. Babu's arms tightened around her, and before she knew it, his lips had found hers. At first, it was a gentle peck, a mere expression of gratitude, but as the moments ticked by, it grew into something more. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and demanding. Babu's tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring with an innocence that was both endearing and electrifying. His hands wandered from her shoulders to her back, pulling her even closer. Rani's breathing grew heavy, and she found herself responding in a way that she hadn't allowed herself to in a very long time. The taste of him, the scent of his skin, it was all so intoxicating.

The sensation was overwhelming for Babu. His body was unaccustomed to the intimate touch of a woman, and the sudden flood of sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before. He felt his cock thicken and swell, pushing against the fabric of his shorts. The softness of Rani's lips, the warmth of her tongue, the way her body fit perfectly against his—it was as if a switch had been flipped inside of him, unleashing a primal need that he didn't know existed. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his blood rushing to his groin, and he knew that he wanted more. Much, much more.


Continued in the next part………..