11-06-2025, 05:05 PM
Shravya Moves In—for a While
The next morning, Abhi's weekend peace was broken by his mother's voice on the phone.
“Shravya is joining coaching in Ameerpet, but her hostel isn't ready yet. Let her stay with you for a few days. She’s like your little sister!”
“She’s just a year younger than me.”
“Still.”
By evening, Shravya arrived—pulling a small pink trolley, hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a loose T-shirt and leggings. She had always been the playful, bubbly cousin. Now 21, she had grown into a cheerful, curvy young woman—5’4", fair-skinned, with rounded cheeks and expressive eyes. Her body had blossomed into a full figure—ample hips, soft thighs, and a gentle fullness around her chest that hugged her clothes closely.
Abhi helped carry her bags inside.
“This place is cute!” she said, dropping her bag in the living room. “You have a roommate?”
“He’s gone for the weekend. So it’s just us.”
She raised an eyebrow playfully. “Dangerous.”
He chuckled. “Don’t push your luck.”
That night, they shared dinner on the couch—watching a comedy movie, blanket stretched across their legs. At one point, her foot nudged his knee under the blanket. He looked at her. She pretended not to notice.
Later, she stepped out of the bathroom in his oversized T-shirt and shorts. T-shirt slips on one side of her shoulder reveling milky white shoulders. Her damp hair clung to her neck, the fabric of the shirt rising slightly at her hips. She stretched her arms, yawned, then leaned against the wall.
Abhi could not move his eyes of her, as the age of 21 she is fully grown and looking Gorgeous. Her shorts perfect fit and hugging her upper thighs, giving him a feast of those soft and smooth thighs, tempting him to touch
“I hope I’m not troubling you,” she said, blinking slowly. “I feel safer here than anywhere else.”
Abhi swallowed hard, trying not to let his eyes drift too low.
“You’re fine,” he said. “It’s just… close quarters.”
She smiled. “We’ll manage. I don’t take much space.”
She slipped into bed—his bed, actually—while he laid a mat on the floor beside her. She turned off the lights.
A few minutes of silence passed. Then she whispered:
“Abhi… do you remember when we used to play doctor-doctor as kids?”
He didn’t reply.
She giggled. “Just wondering if you still like games.”
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The next morning, Abhi's weekend peace was broken by his mother's voice on the phone.
“Shravya is joining coaching in Ameerpet, but her hostel isn't ready yet. Let her stay with you for a few days. She’s like your little sister!”
“She’s just a year younger than me.”
“Still.”
By evening, Shravya arrived—pulling a small pink trolley, hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a loose T-shirt and leggings. She had always been the playful, bubbly cousin. Now 21, she had grown into a cheerful, curvy young woman—5’4", fair-skinned, with rounded cheeks and expressive eyes. Her body had blossomed into a full figure—ample hips, soft thighs, and a gentle fullness around her chest that hugged her clothes closely.
Abhi helped carry her bags inside.
“This place is cute!” she said, dropping her bag in the living room. “You have a roommate?”
“He’s gone for the weekend. So it’s just us.”
She raised an eyebrow playfully. “Dangerous.”
He chuckled. “Don’t push your luck.”
That night, they shared dinner on the couch—watching a comedy movie, blanket stretched across their legs. At one point, her foot nudged his knee under the blanket. He looked at her. She pretended not to notice.
Later, she stepped out of the bathroom in his oversized T-shirt and shorts. T-shirt slips on one side of her shoulder reveling milky white shoulders. Her damp hair clung to her neck, the fabric of the shirt rising slightly at her hips. She stretched her arms, yawned, then leaned against the wall.
Abhi could not move his eyes of her, as the age of 21 she is fully grown and looking Gorgeous. Her shorts perfect fit and hugging her upper thighs, giving him a feast of those soft and smooth thighs, tempting him to touch
“I hope I’m not troubling you,” she said, blinking slowly. “I feel safer here than anywhere else.”
Abhi swallowed hard, trying not to let his eyes drift too low.
“You’re fine,” he said. “It’s just… close quarters.”
She smiled. “We’ll manage. I don’t take much space.”
She slipped into bed—his bed, actually—while he laid a mat on the floor beside her. She turned off the lights.
A few minutes of silence passed. Then she whispered:
“Abhi… do you remember when we used to play doctor-doctor as kids?”
He didn’t reply.
She giggled. “Just wondering if you still like games.”
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