Adultery Forbidden pleasure & destroyed Souls

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From that fateful day, everything flipped upside down in the house! Arpita, our saree-clad bombshell, put her foot down—no more playing with Rupesh and Yuvan. She’d caught her bhai’s lustful stares, and now her hawk-eyes were tracking his every move like a CID inspector. One evening, she cornered him, voice sharp as a kitchen knife, "Rupesh, ek aur baar aise ghoora na, toh mummy-papa ko sab bata doongi!" Rupesh, sweating buckets, got the message loud and clear. Those sneaky glances at her blouse? History. But the poor lad went full hermit mode—dodging Arpita like she was a loan shark, refusing to play with Yuvan, and even ditching their park trips. Whenever the little champ toddled up to his mama for some ball-tossing fun, Rupesh mumbled excuses— "Exams hai, padhai karni hai" —and bolted.

Arpita, meanwhile, was stuck taking Yuvan to the park solo, feeling lonelier than a stray dog on Diwali night. Her kid missed his fun-loving uncle, and her heart ached seeing Yuvan’s sad little face. Rupesh? He’d turned into a college rebel, hanging with his buddies till 7 PM, only slinking home when mummy-papa were back from work. One night, after the parents hit the sack, Arpita couldn’t take it anymore. She marched up to his terrace den, eyes blazing but voice soft, "Rupesh, yeh galat tha jo tune meri taraf aise dekha. Par Yuvan ke saath thodi si waqt toh bita, please!" Rupesh just nodded, head hung low, ashamed.

Now, here’s where the spice kicks in, bhai! Arpita had been crashing at her parents’ place for nearly a month, and with her husband miles away, her body was screaming for some action. Those pent-up urges were hitting her like a monsoon storm—hot, restless, and uncontrollable. Next day, Rupesh, maybe feeling guilty, came home early from college. They all headed to the park, strolling around the pond. Suddenly, Yuvan, the little daredevil, tripped on a rock and—splash!—tumbled into the deep, murky water. Arpita screamed, but before she could blink, Rupesh dove in like a bloody Bollywood hero, pulling the kid out, soaked but safe. Arpita’s jaw dropped—her baby brother wasn’t a kid anymore; he was a man, a savior! Her heart did a somersault, and something shifted deep inside her.

After that, Rupesh went back to playing with Yuvan like old times, but Arpita kept her distance, watching from afar. One day, Yuvan tugged at her saree, "Mummy, come play na!" She shot Rupesh a glare so fierce it could melt steel, suspecting he’d put the kid up to it to get close to her again. Rupesh, eyes wide with panic, practically cried, "Arre, didi, yeh uska idea tha! Mera isme haath nahi hai!" His voice cracked, and Arpita’s anger melted into pity. She felt a pang of guilt for doubting him.

From then on, she started sneaking peeks at him—how he tossed Yuvan in the air, how he laughed so carefree. But oh bhai, her mind was a mess! She missed her husband’s touch, those steamy nights, and now Rupesh’s heroics kept creeping into her thoughts. That pond rescue? The way he’d fearlessly jumped in, all manly and brave—it sent shivers down her spine and, bloody hell, straight to her core. She’d lock herself in her room, hand slipping under her nightie, and—boom—Rupesh’s face would flash in her mind. Her pussy throbbed, wet and wild, every time he was near. She’d tremble like a leaf, fighting the heat pooling between her thighs.

One day, she snapped. "Bas kar, Arpita!" she told herself. "He’s your bhai, but he saved Yuvan—he deserves something!" She convinced herself it wasn’t wrong to let him feast his eyes a little, just as a thank-you for loving her son. So, she got bold—ditching the dupatta, wearing low-cut blouses, letting her saree slip just enough to tease. Her firm, juicy boobs peeked out, daring him to look. But Rupesh? After her warning, he was a saint—eyes glued to the floor, avoiding her exposed assets like they were live wires. She’d strut around, skin glowing, curves on display, and he’d still act like a monk!