Adultery Neighbour sisters use me to fuck

[Haran000]

A shiver, both of pleasure and surprise, coursed through me as Asha's lips met mine. Every instinct screamed to deepen the kiss, to pull her closer and lose myself in her, but with an immense effort, I held back. My hands trembled, and the steel glass I held clattered to the floor, the sudden noise breaking our embrace.

My initial shock quickly gave way to an idea to act innocent. Feigning tears, I began to back away. "Ooho… you kissed me! I'm going to tell my mom!"

Asha's hand shot out, grabbing mine. "Why would you tell your mom?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

"You kissed me," I wailed, "Will I have children now? Ah... ah... Grown-ups are supposed to kiss after they get married!"

She burst into laughter, pulling me closer. "Haha... Hey, silly, it's not like that."

"No, I saw it in movies!" I insisted, my voice rising. "The hero and heroine kiss, and they have children. Now we'll have children too. You should kiss Uncle, not me. I'm going to tell my mom Asha kissed me!" I deliberately escalated my feigned sobs.

A flicker of worry crossed her face, clearly afraid I might expose our secret. She clapped a hand over my mouth. "Oh, Shiva, listen, it's nothing. I kissed you, but you didn't kiss me back, right? So we won't have children."

"Really?" I asked, a glimmer of hope in my theatrical distress.

"Yes, really, but don't tell anyone."

"Why?"

"I didn't mean to kiss you, right? If you tell anyone, they'll think I did it on purpose, and they'll think I'm bad."

"Okay, Asha, I won't tell anyone."

Just then, Nisha's voice cut through the air. "What happened, Sis? What was that sound?"

"Nothing," Asha called back, composed, "the glass fell." She then turned to me, her voice firm. "Go, sit down."

I returned to my spot, settling back into my studies. Asha, I mused, probably thought I was truly a naive child, believing everything I saw in movies. But why had she kissed me? Could she harbor feelings for me? The mere thought sent an inexplicable thrill through my heart.

Nisha approached, and I quickly snatched up a book, pretending to be engrossed in reading. She settled beside me.

"Shiva," Nisha began, "your mom said you know how to dance."

I chuckled, feigning modesty. "Haha... not really, I just did it in college."

"So you don't dance now?"

"I do, but why are we talking about dancing now?"

"If you know, you could teach me a little," she said, her voice soft. "You know I like it."

"Me teaching you?" I repeated, surprised.

"I don't know how to dance, Shiva. I didn't even dance at my sister's wedding. How about we practice dancing in my room this evening?"

The idea was certainly appealing, but my studies weighed on my mind. "No, Nisha, I need to study. My dad will scold me if I dance or play games instead of studying."

She placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me closer. Her left boob brushed against my right bicep, sending a jolt of nervousness through me. She took my chin in her hand, turning my face to meet her gaze. Our eyes locked.

"It's nothing, Shiva," she murmured, her voice a plea. "Just for a little while, okay? Please."

I was at a loss for words. Looking at her lips, and the memory of Asha's earlier kiss still fresh, I managed a soft "Mm," nodding my assent.

Nisha beamed. "Oh, thanks, Shiva!" she exclaimed, and then, to my surprise, kissed my right cheek.

Uff, I thought, I was just looking, but they're even kissing me! "Thanks, Haran, I thought you planned this so quickly," I mused inwardly.

I feigned shyness, wiping my cheek with my fingers.

I continued with my studies, tackling my math problems as the afternoon wore on. Soon, evening arrived.

Asha entered, carrying Nikhil. I took the baby from her, enjoying a playful moment. Nisha got up, bending forward to retrieve something. Her t-shirt wrinkled and shifted, revealing a sliver of her white waist. My gaze dropped, drawn to her bottom. Her buttocks were high, and her bending posture made them seem even more pronounced. Her middy clung tightly, outlining her panty beneath. The sight ignited a sudden erection in my pants. Immediately, I brought my book up to cover myself.

I'd forgotten Asha was right beside me. I couldn't tell if she'd noticed my reaction. To be safe, I pretended complete obliviousness, burying my face in the book and feigning deep concentration.


Before going to sleep, it was my habit to review the day's studies. Tonight, however, my attention was drawn to the house next door. I opened my window, standing on my bed to peer towards Nisha's room. Her window wasn't open, but perhaps the curtains weren't drawn, as her room appeared brightly lit. I watched for twenty minutes before I saw her shadow appear.

She raised her hands, moving them back and forth, as if tying her braid. Then, her hands went to her waist and moved upwards. Aha... just as I thought, she was taking off her t-shirt. As she lifted it, her hands moved above her waist. Oh, if the window had been open, I would have seen them, I thought. Then she lifted it higher, and perhaps her 32D breasts were exposed; crescent appeared in front of her hands. It swayed once.

Ah... watching this, my pants tightened further. I pulled them down and rubbed myself with my fingers. Nisha took off her t-shirt, tossed it aside, and moved to the right, likely to retrieve another dress.

I yearned to climb over the wall right then. For three minutes, I simply watched. She returned and sat down. It must have been her phone; she held it with both hands in front of her. Then the light went off. I slipped into bed and closed my eyes, a silent tremor still coursing through me.


The next day, I arrived at tuition at ten o'clock. As soon as I entered, Nisha greeted me.

"Good morning, Nisha," I said.

"Oh, good morning," she replied. "You wait, I'll take a bath and come."

"Okay."

With nothing else to do, I picked up a book and sat down. Just then, Asha entered, mixing baby food in a bowl. How exquisitely beautiful women appeared in a sari, especially when the pallu was tucked below the waist, revealing that slender expanse, the delicate fold below the curve of the waist, swaying gracefully with each step. And when the pallu dbangd over the left shoulder, a gentle breeze could lift it, momentarily revealing the enticing curves between the shoulder and waist. 

As Asha placed the bowl on the table and bent forward, her sari molded to her jackfruit-like buttocks, accentuating their form. I gazed at her with desire, saliva gathering in my mouth. Just as it threatened to escape, I quickly licked it up and swallowed.

Asha placed the baby food bowl on the table and came to sit on my right, directly beside me.

"How many marks did you get in Intermediate, Shiva?" she asked.

"Nine hundred eighty-seven," I replied.

"Oh my, so you're a topper then."

"Yes, I'm the second topper in my class. Someone else got two marks more than me."

Asha placed her hand on me, moving closer, her shoulder leaning against mine. The room suddenly felt warmer, almost stifling.

"It's fine, you got good marks," she murmured. "Study well for these exams too."

Looking down, I mumbled, "Mm, I will."

She turned her shoulder further towards me, her left boob pressing softly against the right side of my chest. I craved more, yet a nervous tremor ran through me, anticipating my body's reaction.

"Shiva," Asha said, her voice gentle, "I have to go to the hospital this afternoon. My husband said he can't come. Will you come?"

"Nisha is there, right?" I countered, surprised.

"It's not that," she explained, "if you come, you'll be a help to me, won't you? You can buy what's needed at the medical shop. Nisha will look after the baby."

"Hmm... but my tuition..."

"It's just for half a day, Shiva. I'll tell Nisha."

"Okay, I'll come."

"Thank you so much..." she said, her voice laced with gratitude, and then she kissed my cheek.

Again, I was caught off guard, frozen in place.

"Look at me," she instructed softly.

I turned my head, meeting her intense gaze. I held her stare, captivated.

"Did you tell your mom yesterday?" she asked, her voice a low murmur. She was referring to the kiss.

"What?" I feigned ignorance.

"The kiss."

"No," I replied, "you said babies don't happen, and it was a mistake, so I didn't tell her."

She rested her right hand on my face, her soft fingers tracing my chin. It felt incredibly pleasant.

"I kissed you yesterday, how did it feel?" she asked, her gaze unwavering.

I didn't know why she asked, but my curiosity was piqued. "I was scared," I admitted.

"Why, dear?"

"I told you yesterday, didn't I?"

"Never mind that, did you like it?"

"Like what?" I stalled.

"The kiss."

"I'm telling you I was scared, not that I liked it. You shouldn't give it to me, you should give it to your husband."

In an instant, she turned her neck and pressed her lips to mine once more. I froze, just like yesterday, a wave of surprise washing over me. 

Could Asha truly enjoy this with me?

For a few moments, I remained in awe, my eyes wide, gazing into hers. She closed her eyes, pressing her lips harder against mine. I moaned, "Mmm," parting my lips slightly, and she pushed her lower lip into my mouth. I tentatively placed my hand on her shoulder; it was so soft that I couldn't resist lightly squeezing the flesh with my fingers. Asha shifted subtly, her fingers caressing the back of my head as she gently bit my upper lip.

Was this real? Or was it all a dream? 

I took a heavy breath and opened my mouth. She swallowed my entire lip, sucking on it and touching her tongue to the edges of my upper lip.

If I continued like this, she might grow suspicious. With a surge of resolve, I gently pushed her back by her shoulder.

We both took deep, ragged breaths, our eyes locking once more. I pretended to be scared, looking down. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me towards her.

"What happened?" she whispered.

"Uh-huh..." I mumbled, my voice barely audible.

"Tell me, did you like it?"

"I won't tell you. Why are you kissing me?"

"Haha," she laughed softly, "because you liked it."

I remained silent.

"Didn't you like it?" she prompted.

I made no sound. She turned my face towards her. "Tell me."

Looking innocent, I nodded vertically, a subtle affirmation.

"Do you want another one?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

I turned my face away again. She laughed, pulled my face back, and leaned over me. 

"Don't be scared, tell me, do you want it?"

"Uh..."

Once again, she joined lips. This time, I took her upper lip into my mouth and kissed her back.

She took my left hand and placed it behind her head. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I met it with my lips, sucking gently.

"Mmmmmm..." Asha moaned.

I couldn't stop myself. I was holding her lower lip and sucking on it. She was cooperating, giving me her saliva, which began to trickle down the corner of my lips. She wiped it away with her thumb. Breaking the kiss, she looked into my eyes, breathing heavily. As her chest heaved, I felt a familiar heat between my legs.

She showed me her thumb, which had my saliva on it, and then, to my surprise, sucked it.

"It's wrong to eat saliva like that..." I said, a faint blush creeping up my neck.

She smiled mischievously. "It's nothing, dear. If you want, you can take mine."

"Really, it's nothing?" I asked, a mix of disbelief and intrigue.

"Yes..." she said, opening her mouth. She rubbed her right index finger under her tongue, took it out, and put it in my mouth. I instinctively licked it.

"Now tell me," she prompted.

"Uh..."

"Say 'ah'."

"Ah."

She leaned over my face, put her tongue in my mouth, and kissed me again. I closed my mouth, and we both began sucking on each other's lips.

As I bit and sucked on her thick, strawberry-like lips, an intense heat built up inside me, a consuming fire.

Suddenly, she released me, moving away. Her pallu had shifted over her left breast during our passionate kiss, and I noticed a wet stain near her nipple.

I felt as if she was just as aroused as I was, her nipples hardened, perhaps even a drop of milk escaping.

"Don't tell Nisha," she whispered, and with that, she ran into her room, clutching the baby food bowl. I immediately wiped my mouth.

A confusion of emotions swirled within me. Had I come here to see her, or was she simply using me because I had come?

If Nisha ever found out about this, she might not even let me into the house. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to give up hope on Asha.