Family of Shaows

[sexonmind]

Chapter 12: Shadows of Defeat

Aruna and Babu sat in the car outside their house, the quiet of the night amplifying the tension in the air. Aruna glanced at Babu, her expression calm but her tone firm as she broke the silence.

“Babu,” she began, her voice steady, “what happened tonight... we need to forget about it. It was a mistake, and it doesn’t change anything between us.”

Babu kept his eyes on the dashboard, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly. He nodded slightly but didn’t say a word.

Aruna sighed, reaching over to gently place a hand on his arm. “Listen to me,” she said softly but with an edge of authority. “No one needs to know about this—Amma, Purushotham, anyone. It stays between us, buried. Do you understand?”

He finally turned to look at her, his face a mix of confusion, guilt, and sadness. “Akka... I—” he started, but she cut him off.

“No, Babu,” she said firmly, her gaze unwavering. “We’re family, and that bond matters more than anything else. Let’s not let one moment ruin everything. You need to focus on your future now, on getting back on track. That’s all that matters.”

Babu swallowed hard, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Okay,” he murmured after a pause, his voice barely audible.

Aruna gave a small, relieved nod. “Good. Now, let’s go inside and get some rest. Everything will be fine.”

She stepped out of the car and waited for Babu to do the same. As they walked towards the house, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy between them, but both knew that moving forward was their only option.

Aruna woke up the next morning with a dull ache in her head, a reminder of the previous night's indulgence. As she sat up, the events of the night before began to flood back, hitting her like a tidal wave.

She pressed her palms to her temples, trying to block out the memories, but they came unbidden—the car ride, Babu's vulnerability, the unguarded moments between them. Her heart clenched as a deep sense of guilt and confusion settled over her.

For so long, she had believed that her affection for Babu was nothing more than a tool, a means to keep him close and maintain her control over their dynamic. It had always been about her agenda, her plans. But last night, something shifted, something that shattered the carefully constructed facade she had built around herself.

Her emotions for Babu weren’t superficial or calculated as she had convinced herself. They ran deeper, far deeper than she had ever anticipated. And the worst part—the part she couldn’t admit even to herself—was that they went beyond the bond of a sister.

She thought about his touch, the way he had looked at her with such vulnerability, and how she had let her guard down completely. It wasn’t just his sadness or his words that had moved her—it was something more primal, more intimate. She had felt alive in a way she hadn’t before, and that realization terrified her.

Her fingers trembled as she clutched the edge of the bed, her breath coming in shallow bursts. "What have I done?" she whispered to herself, her voice breaking.

This wasn’t who she was supposed to be. She had prided herself on being in control, on knowing how to navigate any situation to her advantage. But now, she felt completely unraveled, a slave to emotions she couldn’t comprehend or control.

The thought of facing Babu again felt unbearable. How could she look him in the eye after what had happened? How could she reconcile these feelings with the role she was supposed to play in his life?

Her mind raced with questions, but there were no answers, only the gnawing guilt and the unsettling truth that she could no longer deny—she had crossed a line, and it wasn’t just the act that haunted her, but the feelings that had accompanied it.

With the sun peeking through the curtains, Aruna mustered the courage to slip out of bed and make her way to the bathroom. The warm embrace of the shower was like a gentle caress against her naked skin, a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions raging inside her. As the water cascaded down her body, it found its way to her most intimate of places, the tender flesh of her pussy still sensitive from Babu's attentions. Her clit pulsed with every droplet that hit it, sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine that was as unwelcome as it was irresistible. Her thoughts were inescapable, a whirlwind of desire and regret, and she couldn't help but remember the feel of his thick, hard cock filling her up, stretching her walls as he claimed her with an animalistic passion she had never experienced before. The memory of his throbbing length sliding in and out of her, his balls slapping against her ass, was like a siren's call that echoed through her mind, making her ache for his touch once again. She bit her bottom lip, her hand moving to her sex almost involuntarily, as the hot water danced over her swollen clit, mimicking the rhythmic strokes of Babu's skilled fucking. Her body betrayed her, responding to the thoughts with an undeniable hunger, her pussy growing wetter with each passing moment. She closed her eyes and leaned against the tiles, giving in to the sweet torment, her mind racing with images of his manhood—so powerful, so primal—that had brought her to heights of pleasure she had never known.

The guilt weighed heavily on Babu too, gnawing at him with every passing moment. He couldn’t shake the memory of last night, the way things had spiraled out of control. He replayed it over and over in his mind, each time feeling a fresh wave of shame and disgust.

To him, it didn’t matter how vulnerable he had been, or how Aruna had reached out to him in a moment of raw emotion. In his heart, he was convinced that he had taken advantage of her, especially in her intoxicated state. The fact that she was his sister only magnified the gravity of what had transpired, turning his guilt into an unbearable burden.

He found himself avoiding her at all costs, retreating to his room or leaving the house whenever she was nearby. The thought of facing her, of seeing her eyes filled with either pity or disappointment, was too much to bear.

Aruna, on the other hand, was equally consumed by her own turmoil. The realization of her feelings, the betrayal of the familial bond she had sworn to protect, and the conflict between her emotions and her principles created a storm within her.

She, too, began avoiding Babu, unable to endure the sight of his face, which only reminded her of the boundaries they had shattered. The silence between them was deafening, each interaction carefully avoided, each glance deliberately averted.

Sunandha, oblivious to the tension brewing beneath the surface, chalked it up to sibling quarrels or perhaps the stress of Babu’s recent struggles. But the truth was far more complicated and darker than anyone could guess.

Both Babu and Aruna were trapped in their own minds, suffocating under the weight of their guilt and shame. They moved through the house like shadows, their once warm and affectionate bond now replaced by an unspoken wall of discomfort and pain.

Neither knew how to address what had happened or if it was even possible to move past it. All they knew was that the distance they were putting between themselves was both a refuge and a prison, leaving them isolated in their shared but unspoken torment.

Aruna sat at her desk in Purushotham’s firm, staring blankly at a file. Her thoughts swirled, heavy with memories and guilt, when a soft knock interrupted her reverie. She looked up, startled, and was surprised to see her sister, Vani, standing at the door.

“Vani? What are you doing here?” Aruna asked, rising from her chair. “You came so suddenly without any notice.”

Vani stepped inside, concern etched on her face. “I had to. You haven’t been talking to me like you used to. Even Rachana mentioned that you’ve barely spoken to her outside of business matters. Is everything okay?”

Aruna’s eyes welled up, and before she could respond, tears began streaming down her cheeks. Vani rushed to her, wrapping her arms around her in a comforting embrace. “Aruna, what’s wrong? Tell me,” Vani whispered softly.

Through her tears, Aruna confessed, “I lost the game, Vani... I thought I had control, but I don’t.” She hesitated, her voice breaking. “I... I made a mistake. A terrible mistake.” She recounted the incident with Babu, her words laden with shame and regret.

Vani held her tighter, stroking her hair. “Aruna, it’s okay. You’re human, and humans make mistakes. If this is weighing on you so much, maybe it’s time to put an end to all these games. Come live with us, or even with Venu. You don’t have to stay here if it’s making you miserable.”

Aruna shook her head, wiping her tears. “No, Vani. Venu’s business in Hyderabad is just starting to see profits. It would be unfair to burden him. And I can’t leave Rachana either. She trusted me when she started this office, and now everything depends on me. The main office in Kakinada and this branch in Hyderabad... even though I’m not directly involved in the day-to-day, they’re massively dependent on my planning and support.”

Vani sighed, concern still evident in her eyes. “But what about you, Aruna? You can’t keep carrying all this weight alone. You need to think about yourself too.”

Aruna forced a small smile. “I’ll be fine. I just needed to let it out. Thank you for being here, Vani. It means the world to me.”

The sisters sat together for a while, the silent bond between them providing the comfort Aruna desperately needed.

The two sisters went out for Lunch. They sat across from each other at the small Restaurant, the aroma of spicy biryani filled the air, a stark contrast to the heavy conversation they had just shared. Vani’s smirk grew into a knowing smile, mischief sparkling in her eyes. “Well, I know what happened was terrible, but since we’re being honest here, how was he in bed, Aruna? Was he at least worth the trouble?”

Aruna took a sip of her cold drink, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. After a moment of contemplation, she finally spoke. “Vani, that bastard is so good. He’s blessed with a cock so big it’s almost obscene. I can’t believe how he managed to fit it all inside me, let alone make me scream like that. He fucked me like a wild animal, and I couldn’t help but love every second of it, even though I knew it was wrong.” Her voice was a breathless whisper, her eyes glazed over with the memory of Babu’s relentless pounding.

Vani’s smile turned into a full-blown grin. “Well, if you’re going to get in trouble for something, at least make sure it’s worth it, right?” she teased, poking Aruna gently. Despite the lightness of her tone, she knew her sister was still struggling with the aftermath of her encounter with Babu.

"Vani, you're such a slut to even say that," Aruna chuckled, her voice tinged with a hint of playful scolding.

Vani's grin widened, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Well, if the shoe fits," she quipped, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

The two sisters burst into laughter, the tension in the air dissipating like the steam rising from their plates of biryani. For a moment, their shared mirth made them feel like the carefree siblings they once were, before the complications of adult life and desire had woven themselves into their relationship. The sound of their laughter mingled with the clinking of silverware and the murmur of conversations around them, creating a bubble of normalcy in the café. They wiped their eyes and took deep breaths, trying to compose themselves.

"Seriously, though," Aruna said, her tone shifting to a more serious note, "I don't know what's come over me. I've never been so careless before. It's like I've become someone else."

Vani reached across the table, taking her sister's hand in a firm but gentle grip. "You're still you, Aruna. We all have our moments of weakness. What's important is that you learn from this and don't let it define you. And maybe," she added with a wink, "you can get that kind of satisfaction from someone who actually deserves it."

Continued in next part.....