Family of Shaows

[sexonmind]

Chapter 13: Twisted Shadows

It was a quiet afternoon, just a week before the engagement, when the sound of the doorbell echoed through Sunandha’s house. Babu, lounging in the living room, looked up from his thoughts and went to open the door. To his surprise, Gita stood there, “Gita!” he exclaimed, his surprise evident. “What are you doing here?”

Gita didn’t answer, she stood there with her hands fidgeting nervously. Babu noticed her unease and leaned forward. "Gita, what's wrong?" he asked gently. They sat in the living room, the soft hum of the ceiling fan the only sound between them.

"I tried calling you, Babu," she said, her voice firm yet carrying an undertone of urgency. "But you didn’t pick up. So, I called Aunty instead, and she told me you went to Delhi to invite a friend for the engagement."

"Gita," he said hesitantly, "there’s something I need to tell you."

But Gita shook her head. "No, Babu. I need to tell you something first."

Her tone was serious, her eyes searching for understanding. Babu clenched his fists, sensing that it was something important.

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she began, "Babu, I've been thinking a lot about...us, about this marriage."

Babu frowned, his heart sinking. "What about it?"

Gita hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I really like you. You're wonderful, and being with you makes me happy. But... I don't think I'm ready to get married."

Her words hung in the air, and Babu stared at her in stunned silence. "What do you mean?" he finally asked, his voice a mix of confusion and hurt.

"I'm just 21," Gita said, her tone earnest but firm. "Too young to settle down. And you're only 22—you’re too young, too. We’re still figuring out our lives. Marriage... it’s such a big step, and I don’t think either of us is ready for it."

Babu leaned back, his mind racing. "But what about our families? Your parents, my mom... they're all so happy about this."

Gita bit her lip and looked away for a moment. "I know," she admitted. "But I can talk to my parents. They’ll understand. They’ve always told me how it’s a dream come true for someone like me to become part of a family like yours. I know they’ll be disappointed, but they love me enough to support my decision."

She reached out and touched his hand gently. "Babu, I don’t want to rush into something we might regret later. We’re good together now, and I don’t want to ruin that by forcing ourselves into something neither of us is ready for."

Babu sat quietly, her words sinking in. He nodded slowly, though his heart felt heavy. "I need some time to think about this," he said finally.

Gita gave him a small, understanding smile. "Take all the time you need," she said softly before standing up and walking away, leaving Babu to wrestle with his thoughts and the uncertainty of their future.

Babu knocked softly on Aruna’s door, his face drawn with worry. She looked up from her book, immediately sensing his unease. "Babu, what’s wrong?" she asked, setting the book aside.

He stepped inside and sat down, running a hand through his hair. "Gita came to me earlier. She said she doesn’t want to get married," he confessed, his voice heavy with emotion.

Aruna’s eyebrows rose slightly, but she remained calm. "And how do you feel about that?"

"I don’t know," Babu admitted. "I care about her, Aruna. I really do. But she said she’s too young, that we’re both too young, and... she’s not wrong. I just don’t know what to do."

Aruna studied him for a moment, then leaned forward. "If you truly care about Gita, you should stop the wedding."

Babu looked at her, startled. "What? How can I do that? Everyone’s expecting it, Amma especially. Gita’s parents too."

Aruna placed a hand on his shoulder. "Listen to me, Babu. Gita is an incredible girl, and for someone like her—born into a poor family—this engagement might feel like a golden opportunity. But you and I both know she has the potential to achieve so much more if she’s given the chance to focus on her career."

Babu frowned, his heart sinking further. "But how can I make that decision for her? What if this ruins everything between us?"

Aruna gave him a small, reassuring smile. "If it’s meant to be, Babu, she’ll come back to you eventually. Sometimes, love means letting go and trusting that what’s meant for you will find its way back."

He looked down, still unsure. "And what about Amma? How do I explain this to her?"

Aruna sighed. "If you need to, take the blame on yourself. Say you’re the one who’s not ready. It’s better than forcing Gita into a life she’s not prepared for. She’ll thank you for it one day."

Babu nodded slowly, her words beginning to sink in. "You really think this is the right thing to do?"

Aruna smiled softly. "I do. And I think deep down, you know it too."

Babu sat there quietly, the weight of the decision pressing down on him, but he felt a sense of clarity starting to form. Aruna’s words, though difficult to hear, made sense.

Aruna reached out and gently took Babu’s hand in hers, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. She leaned in and pressed her soft, full lips to his in a tender kiss that was both comforting and filled with hidden passion. As their lips met, a flood of memories from their clandestine past rushed to the forefront of Babu’s mind, memories of their secret, illicit encounter that had etched into his very soul. The feel of her warm, wet tongue sliding against his own, her eager hands exploring his body, and the way she moaned his name when he hit just the right spot made his cock twitch in his pants. Aruna’s kiss grew more insistent, her tongue dancing with his as if trying to remind him of the fiery connection they had shared before the shadow of marriage had fallen over them. He felt the heat of her breath mingling with his own, her scent—a heady mix of jasmine and sweat—filling his nostrils and sending a wave of desire crashing through him. For a moment, the world outside the room ceased to exist, and it was just the two of them, caught in a passionate embrace that seemed to transcend time.

Babu's resolve to be honorable wavered as the heat of Aruna's kiss grew more demanding. He couldn't hold back anymore; his hands found their way to the delicate fabric of her nightgown, and with a fervor fueled by months of repressed desire, he almost tore it from her body. His eyes greedily took in the sight of her heaving chest as the gown fell away, revealing her luscious breasts encased in a flimsy lace bra. His fingers fumbled with the clasp, desperate to free the treasures that lay beneath. Finally, with the bra discarded, Babu's hands cupped the soft mounds of Aruna's breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms. He squeezed them gently at first, feeling them respond to his touch, before giving in to his hunger and sucking her pebble-hard nipples with an intensity that made her gasp. Each tug of his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure down her spine, her body arching closer to his. He sucked on them greedily, his tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive peaks, savoring the taste of her skin. Aruna's breath grew ragged as she tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding him as he feasted on her breasts, their kisses now punctuated by low, needy moans. The air in the room grew thick with sexual tension as they both realized the inevitable was about to unfold—a passionate encounter that would not only test their relationship but also challenge the very fabric of their moral compass.

With a groan that was part need and part desperation, Babu stood up and unbuckled his pants, freeing his stiff, throbbing cock. Aruna looked up at him with wide eyes, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of him. She knew what he wanted, what they both needed in this moment of raw, primal lust. Without a word, she opened her mouth, her lips wrapping around the bulbous head of his penis. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth on him was almost too much to bear, and he had to fight the urge to plunge his entire length down her throat in one go. Instead, he took a deep breath and began to gently ease himself in, watching her eyes water slightly as she took him deeper. Aruna’s tongue swirled around his cock, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked with an expertise that made his knees weak. His hand found its way to the back of her head, guiding her movements as he started to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Her hands gripped his ass, urging him to go faster, harder, and Babu could feel the tension building in his balls as he fucked her mouth with increasing vigor. Each stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body, the friction of her soft tongue against his shaft driving him closer and closer to the edge. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, the intensity of the moment threatening to overwhelm him.

With a primal urgency, Babu grasped Aruna's head firmly and thrust his engorged cock deeper into her throat, watching her eyes water as she gagged around his thickness. Despite her initial protest, she took him in, her throat muscles contracting around his length as she fought to breathe. Aruna’s nails dug into his ass cheeks, signaling both her distress and her desire to please him. Her eyes searched his, seeking reassurance amidst the choking sounds she couldn’t hold back. He saw the trust and submission in her gaze, and it only made him more aroused. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements as he pushed and pulled, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. Her saliva coated his shaft, making it slick and easier for him to glide in and out of her mouth. Each time she gagged, he felt a thrill of power, knowing she was taking him because she wanted to, because she craved the taste of his desire. He watched as her cheeks bulged and her throat worked to accommodate his size, her tongue flattening against the bottom of her mouth, stroking the underside of his cock as he used her. The sight was intoxicating, and Babu knew he was close to the edge. He could feel his balls tightening, the pressure building as he approached his climax. He held her head in place, his strokes becoming more erratic as the intensity grew. Aruna’s eyes watered more profusely now, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she took him deeper, her throat muscles massaging him as she swallowed around his cock, urging him to fill her with his cum.

Without a moment of hesitation, Babu pulled Aruna up from her knees and bent her over the edge of the bed, her voluptuous ass in the air and her long hair cascading down her back. He took a moment to appreciate the view of her wet pussy, glistening with anticipation, before he positioned himself behind her. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them back, holding them in one hand while the other guided his cock to her entrance. With a powerful thrust, he plunged into her, filling her up and making her gasp with pleasure. Aruna's body tensed as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion, her pussy stretching around his thick girth. Babu didn't give her time to get used to the sensation before he began to pound into her relentlessly. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, his hips smacking against her round cheeks with an erotic rhythm that echoed through the room. He could feel her tight walls contract around him, her moans turning into whimpers as he fucked her without mercy in the most primal of positions. The sound of their bodies slapping together was like a symphony of lust, the smell of their mingling arousal filling the air and driving him wild. The sight of her stretched out before him, her breasts bouncing with every impact, was almost too much to handle. He could feel his orgasm approaching, the pleasure building in his balls and threatening to spill over. He knew he had to make this moment last, to savor every second of this illicit union that went against societal norms and expectations. But the need to claim her, to mark her as his own, was too great to resist. He tightened his grip on her wrists, holding her in place as he fucked her harder and deeper, his cock plunging into the warm, wet depths of her pussy, hitting that sweet spot that made her whimper and squirm beneath him.

Aruna's body quivered as the intense waves of pleasure from her orgasm subsided, she fell flat on her belly but Babu's relentless pounding did not. He held her hips firmly, his cock still buried deep within her, as he continued to thrust with an unyielding rhythm that sent shudders of pleasure through her core. Each slap of his hips against her ass was a declaration of his dominance, and she could do nothing but moan and gasp for air as he used her body for his own pleasure. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the room, a testament to their passionate rebellion against the constraints of their arranged lives. Her pussy clenched around him, eager for another release, as he showed her no quarter, pushing her towards the edge of a second orgasm. Despite the discomfort, Aruna's desire for Babu only grew, her body responding to the raw, carnality of their encounter. She felt every inch of his manhood as he claimed her in the most primitive of ways, her juices coating him as he mercilessly drove into her. The headboard of the bed banged against the wall in time with their movements, a cacophony of passion that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. Her breasts swayed with the force of his thrusts, her nipples grazing the sheets and sending sparks of sensation through her body. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes glazed with lust, and watched as his muscles flexed with each movement, his face a mask of concentration and desire. This was not the tender love-making she had dreamt of—it was raw, it was animalistic, and it was everything she never knew she needed.

With a final, guttural groan, Babu could no longer hold back the flood of ecstasy that had been building within him. He felt his balls tighten and release, sending a torrent of hot, sticky cum deep into Aruna’s quivering pussy. Each spurt filled her, the sensation of his seed coating her walls and making her feel utterly claimed. She pushed back against him, her own orgasm ripping through her as she felt him pulsing inside her, the intensity of his release setting off another round of spasms in her soaking wet cunt. Her moans grew louder, muffled by the pillow she’d buried her face in, as she reveled in the feeling of their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways. Babu’s grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts growing erratic as he emptied himself into her, the warmth of his cum mixing with her juices. The primal, carnality of their union had taken over, and in this moment, nothing else mattered but the overwhelming pleasure that consumed them both. As he finally stilled, his cock still buried to the hilt, Aruna felt a sense of satisfaction that went beyond the physical, a secret shared between them that would only add to the forbidden allure of their love.

Continued in the next part….