02-05-2025, 06:57 PM
He smiled awkwardly.
Then said in a soft voice:
"Anni...
I want...
what happened last game...
the last we did."
His voice broke a little.
His fingers were nervously tapping on the carrom board edge.
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I leaned back slightly,
resting my palms on the cool floor behind me.
The soft cloth of my saree brushed against my back.
I smiled lazily.
I knew very well what he meant.
----------------------------------------------------------------
The memory floated freshly in my mind.
During the last naughty game:
One round before last —
I had fed him, pulling his face to my left boob,
letting him suck and kiss me for one soft minute.
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Last round —
He was standing fully nude,
I was wearing only a panty,
and I had given him a quick blowjob,
then kissed him on his lips.
----------------------------------------------------------------
After that,
my heart beating wildly,
I had run away to the bedroom laughing,
locked the door,
leaving him standing broken and blushing.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I narrowed my eyes at him teasingly.
Raised one eyebrow slowly.
"So you want me to run and lock my bedroom door again ah?" I asked, pretending serious.
My voice was soft, but the laughter was playing under it.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun shook his head fast.
"No no anni..." he said quickly.
His voice was small, shy.
He smiled, looking down at his fingers.
He played with the striker nervously,
spinning it slowly with one finger.
Then looked up slowly.
"Before that anni..." he said softly.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I leaned forward a little.
The loose pleats of my saree slipped slightly from my knees.
I gave him a small smile.
"Hmmm... before that means..." I teased slowly,
dragging the words sweetly.
"You want me to kiss you now, ah?" I asked, blinking once at him.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun laughed softly, shyly.
Nodded his head once,
his ears turning pink.
"Yes anni..." he said in a very small voice.
He smiled shyly without showing teeth.
The boyish charm was dripping from his face.
----------------------------------------------------------------
But then he added quickly, almost whispering:
"Same settings, anni..."
----------------------------------------------------------------
I lifted my head slightly.
Smiled wider.
"What same settings da?" I asked, pretending confusion.
I adjusted my pallu neatly again over my chest,
watching him quietly.
The fan air moved my loose hair slightly across my cheek.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun laughed shyly again.
Scratched the back of his head.
His palm made small rough sounds against his short hair.
He didn't look into my eyes.
He stared at the carrom coins.
Then very softly,
in a voice that could melt butter,
he said:
"Anni... you remember right...
no clothes..."
He finished the sentence very quickly,
like he was scared to even say it fully.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I laughed immediately.
A soft full belly laugh.
My bangles clinked happily.
My saree pleats shifted lightly as I shook with laughter.
The small hall echoed with my sweet naughty laughter.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Poor boy.
Wanting a nude kiss from his anni as dare —
but dying with shyness while asking it!
My heart smiled.
My lips smiled.
Even my whole body smiled softly.
The warm jasmine smell floated between us.
The carrom board sat silently,
witnessing the new naughty wind rising between us.
And the night waited patiently for the next madness to come.
----------------------------------------------------------------
The carrom board lay forgotten between us.
The coins scattered loosely.
The hall light burned softly yellow above.
The fan hummed lazily.
The smell of ghee dosa, old chutney, and my crushed jasmine flowers floated lightly in the warm air.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I sat cross-legged on the floor,
adjusting the saree pleats properly over my ankles.
The cotton brushed softly against my skin.
Small sweat drops stuck between my thighs.
The petticoat knot sitting loose below my navel still.
I wiped my forehead lightly with the back of my hand.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I looked at Arjun, smiling sideways.
Raised my hand slightly and said in a teasing voice:
"Dei... no da...
it was a game only last time...
somehow went too much."
I smiled lazily, playing with my bangles softly.
They clinked like small temple bells.
----------------------------------------------------------------
But Arjun didn’t laugh.
He smiled shyly, but nodded stubbornly.
His eyes were shining.
"Anni... rules are rules," he said, half laughing, half serious.
"It's my dare.
You have to follow it, anni."
He folded his arms on his chest, trying to act serious,
but his bare foot kept tapping the floor lightly in excitement.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I gave him a small lazy look.
Lifted my eyebrow teasingly.
Asked slowly:
"You also going to be in same situation ah?
Same... nude nude?" I dragged the words, teasing him.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Without even thinking one second,
Arjun nodded fast.
"Yes anni!" he said proudly.
His face lit up like a small boy given ice cream.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I gave a small soft chuckle.
Sat back, resting my hands behind me on the cool marble floor.
The chill of the stone kissed my palms and hips softly.
The loose cotton of my saree shifted slightly on my waist.
The fan air moved my pallu slowly against my chest.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I was about to say something —
But Arjun already moved.
He grabbed the bottom of his black T-shirt with both hands.
In one quick pull, he lifted it over his head.
The cloth brushed his face softly as he pulled.
His hair messed slightly.
The T-shirt dropped onto the floor with a soft flop.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I gasped lightly.
Laughed.
Waved my hand quickly:
"Stop da! Wait wait!"
My voice was laughing but little panicking also.
----------------------------------------------------------------
He stood there —
bare-chested.
Chest breathing slowly.
Small drops of sweat shining lightly under the hall light.
His young skin stretched tight over his ribs and shoulders.
Small soft muscles visible on his arms.
Slim waist.
Flat stomach.
A thin soft line of hair disappearing into his pant waist.
----------------------------------------------------------------
He scratched the back of his head shyly.
Smiled at me like an innocent thief caught.
"What anni?" he asked, pretending innocent.
His voice soft, melting.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I shook my head slowly.
"It's too much da..." I said laughing.
My bangles slipped softly down my wrist.
The pleats of my saree slipped slightly on my thighs.
My heart beat slow but heavy inside my chest.
----------------------------------------------------------------
But Arjun stood stubbornly.
Feet wide on floor.
Hands resting lightly on hips.
His body shivering slightly under the fan air.
But his face full of silent waiting.
----------------------------------------------------------------
He said again, softly:
"Anni...
it's my dare.
It is what I want."
His voice was serious but gentle.
Like a boy asking his mother for second ladoo.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I leaned back more.
The coldness of marble floor pressed against my hips and palms.
My saree brushed my back slowly.
I looked at him sideways.
My mind floated here and there.
Should I start?
Should I make him beg more?
Should I scold him?
Should I smile and play?
A slow naughty breeze floated in my heart.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I adjusted my pallu once more,
covering my chest properly.
I licked my lips lightly.
Then smiled sweetly.
Sighed softly.
----------------------------------------------------------------
"Okay da," I said casually.
"I’ll be only in blouse and petticoat."
I held the pleats of my saree softly with my fingers.
"Only saree I will remove."
I tilted my head teasingly.
"Is that fine?"
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun stood blinking.
His bare chest rising and falling softly.
I could see the small calculation running behind his wide open eyes.
His hands fidgeting slightly near his pant waist.
He smiled awkwardly.
Thinking.
Debating.
Wanting.
Waiting.
----------------------------------------------------------------
The fan above hummed lazily.
The slow Tamil song played lightly from the TV.
Outside the window, a soft street dog barked once in the lonely night.
And between me and him,
only warm breath, slow heartbeat, and a forgotten carrom board sat silently.
----------------------------------------------------------------
The hall light glowed softly.
The fan above turned slowly.
The jasmine smell from my hair floated lightly in the heavy warm air.
The carrom board sat silent and forgotten.
Only the soft music from TV filled the room like a faraway river sound.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun stood there, bare-chested,
his shorts still hanging loose on his hips,
his bare feet shifting slightly on the cool floor.
He looked at me, smiling shyly.
His voice came out,
small and low, like a guilty college boy:
"Anni...
you're not following rules..." he said softly, half scolding, half pleading.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I sat there, adjusting my saree pleats slowly over my knees.
The cotton brushed my thighs warmly.
My heart beat slowly but heavily inside.
My mind floated between right and wrong.
Something inside me pulled back.
But something inside me melted.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I looked at him carefully.
This boy —
for the last 5 days —
had behaved like a gem.
When I had my period pains,
he had quietly helped.
He brought me dinner.
He didn’t trouble me.
He spoke gently.
He stayed like a soft small brother near me.
----------------------------------------------------------------
And now...
he was standing there...
asking like a child for a simple candy.
His eyes were big and waiting.
His hands were hanging loose, shyly.
I sighed softly.
A small smile touched my lips.
Half mind agreeing,
half heart still thinking.
Finally, I nodded once.
Slow.
Soft.
Heavy.
----------------------------------------------------------------
The moment I nodded,
his whole body jumped with energy.
His face lit up like a small temple lamp.
The shy smile grew bigger and bigger.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I smiled softly.
Sighed once more.
Then said, teasingly:
"Stand up first, da."
----------------------------------------------------------------
He stood up immediately, straightening his back.
His hands fidgeted near his shorts.
I smiled slightly more.
I waved my hand once casually.
"Remove your clothes first," I said softly.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Without wasting even two seconds,
he grabbed the waistband of his shorts.
Pushed it down in one fast move.
The cloth brushed down his thighs and dropped to the floor.
His knees looked strong but shaking slightly.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Then —
in one excited rush —
he hooked his thumbs under his innerwear.
Pulled it down quickly.
The soft cloth slid down his thighs like water.
Fell near his ankles.
----------------------------------------------------------------
And then —
his dick bounced free.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I blinked once softly.
My lips twitched slightly.
7 inches —
straight, clean, young.
Clean shaved.
Skin neat.
No hair mess.
I smiled secretly inside.
He planned this properly.
He prepared.
He wanted this badly.
----------------------------------------------------------------
It looked like a small cute hotdog —
standing proud,
shivering slightly under fan air.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I tilted my head.
Smiled playfully.
Teased him softly:
"You're not feeling ashamed da...
standing like this in front of me?"
My voice was teasing but soft.
Not angry.
Not cruel.
Just playful teasing between two floating hearts.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun laughed shyly.
Scratched his head again.
Didn’t say anything.
Only smiled wider.
His eyes looked everywhere except directly into mine.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I shook my head slowly, smiling.
The bangles clinked gently on my wrists.
The cotton of my saree rubbed warmly against my sides.
----------------------------------------------------------------
My hand moved up slowly.
Softly.
Without hurrying.
Reached my left shoulder.
Fingers touched the safety pin holding my pallu in place.
The small cool metal pin brushed my warm skin.
I undid the pin slowly.
Felt it open with a soft snap.
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The pallu slipped.
Slid down my arm like water.
The soft cotton fell from my shoulder.
----------------------------------------------------------------
My chest, covered only by my tight fitting blouse,
rose and fell softly with each breath.
The room air kissed my bare arm and neck where the pallu left me naked.
The jasmine smell floated stronger.
The fan brushed my damp skin gently.
And Arjun stood there —
bare, young, burning —
watching me with wide eyes full of silent worship.
----------------------------------------------------------------
The soft yellow hall light kissed the warm air gently.
The carrom board, the coins, the TV sound —
everything faded from my senses.
Only me and him —
floating in a slow hot world now.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun stood there —
bare, young, breathing fast,
his cock standing proudly, trembling slightly under the fan breeze.
His eyes widened fully,
drinking the sight of me —
standing now only in blouse and petticoat.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I smiled secretly.
Tilted my head slightly.
My fingers moved casually to my waist.
I gripped the tucked saree at my petticoat,
where just two hours before,
Anusha’s innocent hand had accidentally slipped in the temple crowd.
The memory flashed for one second.
A naughty secret inside my skin.
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I pulled the saree slowly from the knot.
The soft cotton cloth slipped out,
whispered against my thighs,
and fell with a small sound onto the marble floor.
My feet stood bare on the cold stone.
My skin prickled slightly from the coolness.
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I stood now —
only blouse covering my chest,
and thin petticoat hugging my waist.
The loose petticoat cloth fluttered slightly with my breathing.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I smiled at Arjun.
Teased him lightly.
"Can we continue like this da?" I asked, voice casual, teasing.
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Arjun shook his head fast.
"No no anni..." he said, almost whispering.
His eyes were wide,
his breathing faster.
His cock bobbed slightly in air, moving with his heartbeat.
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I smiled wickedly.
Fingers moving slowly,
I reached behind my back.
My fingers touched the small metal hooks of my blouse.
The soft cloth rubbed warmly against my fingers.
I found the hooks.
Slowly,
I unhooked one.
Then second.
Then third.
The blouse loosened softly.
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I pulled the blouse slowly forward,
peeling it off my sweaty back and arms.
My bare shoulders shivered slightly under the fan breeze.
I held the blouse in my left hand casually.
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I moved my hand slightly.
Dropped the blouse softly onto the floor —
right in front of Arjun’s wide-open eyes.
The soft cloth landed like a small sigh.
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Now only petticoat and bra were on my body.
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I smiled again.
Moved my fingers to my waist knot.
Untied the simple string holding the petticoat.
The knot loosened.
The soft cloth slipped from my hips,
falling in a slow wave onto the pile of saree and blouse.
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I was now standing in only bra and panty.
My body breathing fast.
My belly rising and falling.
Small drops of sweat running along my spine.
My hair loose and brushing my back.
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I turned slightly.
Moved my hand behind again.
Fingers found the hook of my bra.
I unhooked it softly.
The elastic pressure released slowly.
The fan air kissed my bare back warmly.
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I pulled the bra straps down my shoulders slowly.
Held the bra cups with my hand —
pressing them against my breasts —
hiding my nipples shyly.
I covered my chest with my palm.
My brown nipples pressed softly under my fingers,
trying to peek out.
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"Anni, no no!" Arjun said immediately.
His voice came in a soft broken cry.
"Don’t hide, anni!" he said.
His voice full of innocent pleading.
His bare chest rising and falling quickly.
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I laughed softly.
Teased him, smiling shyly:
"No da...
I feel shy..." I said, twisting slightly on my toes.
My toes curled against the cool marble.
The cotton pile of saree and petticoat brushed my ankles.
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Arjun looked at me with open begging eyes.
"See me, anni..." he said.
"I'm standing without anything..."
His cock stood tall, bobbing gently.
His arms hanging loosely near his hips.
His whole body trembling slightly under the slow fan air.
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I sighed slowly.
A soft breath escaped my mouth.
Finally, I smiled.
Slowly moved my hand away from my chest.
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My breasts stood naked in front of him.
Soft.
Warm.
Brown nipples already hardening.
The fan air brushed them lightly, making them stiffer.
The jasmine smell floated stronger now from my hair.
----------------------------------------------------------------
My eyes —
without my control —
slid down his body.
----------------------------------------------------------------
From his innocent wide eyes,
to his bare sweaty chest,
to his slim strong belly,
to finally —
his cock.
----------------------------------------------------------------
It stood straight,
young, proud, burning.
A small transparent drop already peeking at the tip.
----------------------------------------------------------------
My nipples hardened even more.
The air between us turned heavy.
Our breathing became the only sound now.
The carrom board, the TV, the clock —
everything else became dust.
----------------------------------------------------------------
It was just two hearts,
two skins,
two slow-burning fires,
standing naked under one tired fan.
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Then said in a soft voice:
"Anni...
I want...
what happened last game...
the last we did."
His voice broke a little.
His fingers were nervously tapping on the carrom board edge.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I leaned back slightly,
resting my palms on the cool floor behind me.
The soft cloth of my saree brushed against my back.
I smiled lazily.
I knew very well what he meant.
----------------------------------------------------------------
The memory floated freshly in my mind.
During the last naughty game:
One round before last —
I had fed him, pulling his face to my left boob,
letting him suck and kiss me for one soft minute.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Last round —
He was standing fully nude,
I was wearing only a panty,
and I had given him a quick blowjob,
then kissed him on his lips.
----------------------------------------------------------------
After that,
my heart beating wildly,
I had run away to the bedroom laughing,
locked the door,
leaving him standing broken and blushing.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I narrowed my eyes at him teasingly.
Raised one eyebrow slowly.
"So you want me to run and lock my bedroom door again ah?" I asked, pretending serious.
My voice was soft, but the laughter was playing under it.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun shook his head fast.
"No no anni..." he said quickly.
His voice was small, shy.
He smiled, looking down at his fingers.
He played with the striker nervously,
spinning it slowly with one finger.
Then looked up slowly.
"Before that anni..." he said softly.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I leaned forward a little.
The loose pleats of my saree slipped slightly from my knees.
I gave him a small smile.
"Hmmm... before that means..." I teased slowly,
dragging the words sweetly.
"You want me to kiss you now, ah?" I asked, blinking once at him.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun laughed softly, shyly.
Nodded his head once,
his ears turning pink.
"Yes anni..." he said in a very small voice.
He smiled shyly without showing teeth.
The boyish charm was dripping from his face.
----------------------------------------------------------------
But then he added quickly, almost whispering:
"Same settings, anni..."
----------------------------------------------------------------
I lifted my head slightly.
Smiled wider.
"What same settings da?" I asked, pretending confusion.
I adjusted my pallu neatly again over my chest,
watching him quietly.
The fan air moved my loose hair slightly across my cheek.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun laughed shyly again.
Scratched the back of his head.
His palm made small rough sounds against his short hair.
He didn't look into my eyes.
He stared at the carrom coins.
Then very softly,
in a voice that could melt butter,
he said:
"Anni... you remember right...
no clothes..."
He finished the sentence very quickly,
like he was scared to even say it fully.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I laughed immediately.
A soft full belly laugh.
My bangles clinked happily.
My saree pleats shifted lightly as I shook with laughter.
The small hall echoed with my sweet naughty laughter.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Poor boy.
Wanting a nude kiss from his anni as dare —
but dying with shyness while asking it!
My heart smiled.
My lips smiled.
Even my whole body smiled softly.
The warm jasmine smell floated between us.
The carrom board sat silently,
witnessing the new naughty wind rising between us.
And the night waited patiently for the next madness to come.
----------------------------------------------------------------
The carrom board lay forgotten between us.
The coins scattered loosely.
The hall light burned softly yellow above.
The fan hummed lazily.
The smell of ghee dosa, old chutney, and my crushed jasmine flowers floated lightly in the warm air.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I sat cross-legged on the floor,
adjusting the saree pleats properly over my ankles.
The cotton brushed softly against my skin.
Small sweat drops stuck between my thighs.
The petticoat knot sitting loose below my navel still.
I wiped my forehead lightly with the back of my hand.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I looked at Arjun, smiling sideways.
Raised my hand slightly and said in a teasing voice:
"Dei... no da...
it was a game only last time...
somehow went too much."
I smiled lazily, playing with my bangles softly.
They clinked like small temple bells.
----------------------------------------------------------------
But Arjun didn’t laugh.
He smiled shyly, but nodded stubbornly.
His eyes were shining.
"Anni... rules are rules," he said, half laughing, half serious.
"It's my dare.
You have to follow it, anni."
He folded his arms on his chest, trying to act serious,
but his bare foot kept tapping the floor lightly in excitement.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I gave him a small lazy look.
Lifted my eyebrow teasingly.
Asked slowly:
"You also going to be in same situation ah?
Same... nude nude?" I dragged the words, teasing him.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Without even thinking one second,
Arjun nodded fast.
"Yes anni!" he said proudly.
His face lit up like a small boy given ice cream.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I gave a small soft chuckle.
Sat back, resting my hands behind me on the cool marble floor.
The chill of the stone kissed my palms and hips softly.
The loose cotton of my saree shifted slightly on my waist.
The fan air moved my pallu slowly against my chest.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I was about to say something —
But Arjun already moved.
He grabbed the bottom of his black T-shirt with both hands.
In one quick pull, he lifted it over his head.
The cloth brushed his face softly as he pulled.
His hair messed slightly.
The T-shirt dropped onto the floor with a soft flop.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I gasped lightly.
Laughed.
Waved my hand quickly:
"Stop da! Wait wait!"
My voice was laughing but little panicking also.
----------------------------------------------------------------
He stood there —
bare-chested.
Chest breathing slowly.
Small drops of sweat shining lightly under the hall light.
His young skin stretched tight over his ribs and shoulders.
Small soft muscles visible on his arms.
Slim waist.
Flat stomach.
A thin soft line of hair disappearing into his pant waist.
----------------------------------------------------------------
He scratched the back of his head shyly.
Smiled at me like an innocent thief caught.
"What anni?" he asked, pretending innocent.
His voice soft, melting.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I shook my head slowly.
"It's too much da..." I said laughing.
My bangles slipped softly down my wrist.
The pleats of my saree slipped slightly on my thighs.
My heart beat slow but heavy inside my chest.
----------------------------------------------------------------
But Arjun stood stubbornly.
Feet wide on floor.
Hands resting lightly on hips.
His body shivering slightly under the fan air.
But his face full of silent waiting.
----------------------------------------------------------------
He said again, softly:
"Anni...
it's my dare.
It is what I want."
His voice was serious but gentle.
Like a boy asking his mother for second ladoo.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I leaned back more.
The coldness of marble floor pressed against my hips and palms.
My saree brushed my back slowly.
I looked at him sideways.
My mind floated here and there.
Should I start?
Should I make him beg more?
Should I scold him?
Should I smile and play?
A slow naughty breeze floated in my heart.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I adjusted my pallu once more,
covering my chest properly.
I licked my lips lightly.
Then smiled sweetly.
Sighed softly.
----------------------------------------------------------------
"Okay da," I said casually.
"I’ll be only in blouse and petticoat."
I held the pleats of my saree softly with my fingers.
"Only saree I will remove."
I tilted my head teasingly.
"Is that fine?"
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun stood blinking.
His bare chest rising and falling softly.
I could see the small calculation running behind his wide open eyes.
His hands fidgeting slightly near his pant waist.
He smiled awkwardly.
Thinking.
Debating.
Wanting.
Waiting.
----------------------------------------------------------------
The fan above hummed lazily.
The slow Tamil song played lightly from the TV.
Outside the window, a soft street dog barked once in the lonely night.
And between me and him,
only warm breath, slow heartbeat, and a forgotten carrom board sat silently.
----------------------------------------------------------------
The hall light glowed softly.
The fan above turned slowly.
The jasmine smell from my hair floated lightly in the heavy warm air.
The carrom board sat silent and forgotten.
Only the soft music from TV filled the room like a faraway river sound.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun stood there, bare-chested,
his shorts still hanging loose on his hips,
his bare feet shifting slightly on the cool floor.
He looked at me, smiling shyly.
His voice came out,
small and low, like a guilty college boy:
"Anni...
you're not following rules..." he said softly, half scolding, half pleading.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I sat there, adjusting my saree pleats slowly over my knees.
The cotton brushed my thighs warmly.
My heart beat slowly but heavily inside.
My mind floated between right and wrong.
Something inside me pulled back.
But something inside me melted.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I looked at him carefully.
This boy —
for the last 5 days —
had behaved like a gem.
When I had my period pains,
he had quietly helped.
He brought me dinner.
He didn’t trouble me.
He spoke gently.
He stayed like a soft small brother near me.
----------------------------------------------------------------
And now...
he was standing there...
asking like a child for a simple candy.
His eyes were big and waiting.
His hands were hanging loose, shyly.
I sighed softly.
A small smile touched my lips.
Half mind agreeing,
half heart still thinking.
Finally, I nodded once.
Slow.
Soft.
Heavy.
----------------------------------------------------------------
The moment I nodded,
his whole body jumped with energy.
His face lit up like a small temple lamp.
The shy smile grew bigger and bigger.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I smiled softly.
Sighed once more.
Then said, teasingly:
"Stand up first, da."
----------------------------------------------------------------
He stood up immediately, straightening his back.
His hands fidgeted near his shorts.
I smiled slightly more.
I waved my hand once casually.
"Remove your clothes first," I said softly.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Without wasting even two seconds,
he grabbed the waistband of his shorts.
Pushed it down in one fast move.
The cloth brushed down his thighs and dropped to the floor.
His knees looked strong but shaking slightly.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Then —
in one excited rush —
he hooked his thumbs under his innerwear.
Pulled it down quickly.
The soft cloth slid down his thighs like water.
Fell near his ankles.
----------------------------------------------------------------
And then —
his dick bounced free.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I blinked once softly.
My lips twitched slightly.
7 inches —
straight, clean, young.
Clean shaved.
Skin neat.
No hair mess.
I smiled secretly inside.
He planned this properly.
He prepared.
He wanted this badly.
----------------------------------------------------------------
It looked like a small cute hotdog —
standing proud,
shivering slightly under fan air.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I tilted my head.
Smiled playfully.
Teased him softly:
"You're not feeling ashamed da...
standing like this in front of me?"
My voice was teasing but soft.
Not angry.
Not cruel.
Just playful teasing between two floating hearts.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun laughed shyly.
Scratched his head again.
Didn’t say anything.
Only smiled wider.
His eyes looked everywhere except directly into mine.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I shook my head slowly, smiling.
The bangles clinked gently on my wrists.
The cotton of my saree rubbed warmly against my sides.
----------------------------------------------------------------
My hand moved up slowly.
Softly.
Without hurrying.
Reached my left shoulder.
Fingers touched the safety pin holding my pallu in place.
The small cool metal pin brushed my warm skin.
I undid the pin slowly.
Felt it open with a soft snap.
----------------------------------------------------------------
The pallu slipped.
Slid down my arm like water.
The soft cotton fell from my shoulder.
----------------------------------------------------------------
My chest, covered only by my tight fitting blouse,
rose and fell softly with each breath.
The room air kissed my bare arm and neck where the pallu left me naked.
The jasmine smell floated stronger.
The fan brushed my damp skin gently.
And Arjun stood there —
bare, young, burning —
watching me with wide eyes full of silent worship.
----------------------------------------------------------------
The soft yellow hall light kissed the warm air gently.
The carrom board, the coins, the TV sound —
everything faded from my senses.
Only me and him —
floating in a slow hot world now.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Arjun stood there —
bare, young, breathing fast,
his cock standing proudly, trembling slightly under the fan breeze.
His eyes widened fully,
drinking the sight of me —
standing now only in blouse and petticoat.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I smiled secretly.
Tilted my head slightly.
My fingers moved casually to my waist.
I gripped the tucked saree at my petticoat,
where just two hours before,
Anusha’s innocent hand had accidentally slipped in the temple crowd.
The memory flashed for one second.
A naughty secret inside my skin.
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I pulled the saree slowly from the knot.
The soft cotton cloth slipped out,
whispered against my thighs,
and fell with a small sound onto the marble floor.
My feet stood bare on the cold stone.
My skin prickled slightly from the coolness.
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I stood now —
only blouse covering my chest,
and thin petticoat hugging my waist.
The loose petticoat cloth fluttered slightly with my breathing.
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I smiled at Arjun.
Teased him lightly.
"Can we continue like this da?" I asked, voice casual, teasing.
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Arjun shook his head fast.
"No no anni..." he said, almost whispering.
His eyes were wide,
his breathing faster.
His cock bobbed slightly in air, moving with his heartbeat.
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I smiled wickedly.
Fingers moving slowly,
I reached behind my back.
My fingers touched the small metal hooks of my blouse.
The soft cloth rubbed warmly against my fingers.
I found the hooks.
Slowly,
I unhooked one.
Then second.
Then third.
The blouse loosened softly.
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I pulled the blouse slowly forward,
peeling it off my sweaty back and arms.
My bare shoulders shivered slightly under the fan breeze.
I held the blouse in my left hand casually.
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I moved my hand slightly.
Dropped the blouse softly onto the floor —
right in front of Arjun’s wide-open eyes.
The soft cloth landed like a small sigh.
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Now only petticoat and bra were on my body.
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I smiled again.
Moved my fingers to my waist knot.
Untied the simple string holding the petticoat.
The knot loosened.
The soft cloth slipped from my hips,
falling in a slow wave onto the pile of saree and blouse.
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I was now standing in only bra and panty.
My body breathing fast.
My belly rising and falling.
Small drops of sweat running along my spine.
My hair loose and brushing my back.
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I turned slightly.
Moved my hand behind again.
Fingers found the hook of my bra.
I unhooked it softly.
The elastic pressure released slowly.
The fan air kissed my bare back warmly.
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I pulled the bra straps down my shoulders slowly.
Held the bra cups with my hand —
pressing them against my breasts —
hiding my nipples shyly.
I covered my chest with my palm.
My brown nipples pressed softly under my fingers,
trying to peek out.
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"Anni, no no!" Arjun said immediately.
His voice came in a soft broken cry.
"Don’t hide, anni!" he said.
His voice full of innocent pleading.
His bare chest rising and falling quickly.
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I laughed softly.
Teased him, smiling shyly:
"No da...
I feel shy..." I said, twisting slightly on my toes.
My toes curled against the cool marble.
The cotton pile of saree and petticoat brushed my ankles.
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Arjun looked at me with open begging eyes.
"See me, anni..." he said.
"I'm standing without anything..."
His cock stood tall, bobbing gently.
His arms hanging loosely near his hips.
His whole body trembling slightly under the slow fan air.
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I sighed slowly.
A soft breath escaped my mouth.
Finally, I smiled.
Slowly moved my hand away from my chest.
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My breasts stood naked in front of him.
Soft.
Warm.
Brown nipples already hardening.
The fan air brushed them lightly, making them stiffer.
The jasmine smell floated stronger now from my hair.
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My eyes —
without my control —
slid down his body.
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From his innocent wide eyes,
to his bare sweaty chest,
to his slim strong belly,
to finally —
his cock.
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It stood straight,
young, proud, burning.
A small transparent drop already peeking at the tip.
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My nipples hardened even more.
The air between us turned heavy.
Our breathing became the only sound now.
The carrom board, the TV, the clock —
everything else became dust.
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It was just two hearts,
two skins,
two slow-burning fires,
standing naked under one tired fan.
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