Adultery Forbidden pleasure & destroyed Souls

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Rupesh stood frozen, his eyes locked on Arpita’s partially exposed body as her saree slipped slightly, revealing tantalizing curves. His nephew, Yuvan, darted around the room, his laughter and footsteps filling the air with chaotic energy. But Rupesh barely noticed—he was too consumed by a pulsing arousal, his mind racing with a single thought: he had to feel her again. She was blindfolded, stumbling through the living room in a playful game, unaware of his intentions. With his heart hammering, he deliberately stepped into her path, positioning himself so she’d crash right into him.

And she did. Arpita collided with him, her body soft and warm against his. Instinctively, he caught her, his arms wrapping around her to stop her fall. She clung to him in return, steadying herself, and for a moment, they were locked in a tight embrace. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them undeniable. They lingered there, feeling each other’s closeness, until the spell broke, and they parted, breathless and rattled by the intensity.

Next, it was Yuvan’s turn to be blindfolded. The little boy giggled as he groped around the room, searching for them. Rupesh and Arpita darted out of his way, their movements charged with the thrill of their earlier hug. Their faces betrayed their thoughts—flushed cheeks, quickened breaths, eyes darting toward each other. Suddenly, the chaos shifted: Yuvan chased after Rupesh, and Arpita veered left to avoid her son, only to crash into Rupesh again. He reacted fast, his hand landing on her hip, fingers gripping her soft flesh to steady her. She looked up at him, grinning mischievously, and teased, “So, how was lunch?” Rupesh froze, expecting a reprimand, his hand jerking back in fear. But her playful tone hit him like a revelation—she wasn’t angry; she was enjoying this.

Emboldened, he pulled her into another embrace, his hands squeezing her hips possessively. She melted into him, returning the hug with equal force, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Then, driven by impulse, Rupesh’s right hand slid upward, grasping her left breast. He squeezed it hard, as if trying to mold it to his will—it felt firm yet yielding, like a rubber ball in his palm. Unable to resist, he lowered his head, taking as much of her breast as he could into his mouth through the fabric, sucking and biting gently. Arpita gasped, her body igniting with a sensation she’d never known. The pressure of his hand, the warmth of his mouth—it overwhelmed her, leaving her motionless in his grasp, lost in the forbidden pleasure.

But then, Yuvan’s voice broke through the haze: “Where are you guys?” The sound jolted them back to reality. Guilt and shame crashed over Arpita like a tidal wave—she shoved Rupesh away, horrified by what they’d done. Without a word, she fled to her room, slamming the door behind her as tears welled up. Rupesh stood there, stunned, the silence in the room deafening. Yuvan called out again, “Where are you?” Rupesh muttered, “She’s in her room, not feeling well,” before retreating to his own space, telling the boy, “I need to rest.”

Alone in his room, Rupesh locked the door, his body still thrumming with desire. He masturbated twice, each time reliving the electric shock of that moment—her breast in his mouth, her body against his. Even now, the memory kept him hard, his mind replaying every second. Meanwhile, Arpita lay on her bed, sobbing uncontrollably, until Yuvan toddled in. Seeing her son, she wiped her tears, forcing a smile. “Come lie down with me,” she said softly, pulling him close as she tried to bury the turmoil inside her.

For both siblings, the game was over—but the echoes of their encounter lingered, a secret that had changed everything.