Adultery Neighbour sisters use me to fuck

[Haran000]

I woke to the soft, unfamiliar light, my eyes fluttering open to an empty space beside me. Asha was gone. A glance at the clock confirmed my suspicion: a quarter past eight. The memory of the evening, of being intertwined, rose warmly. We had shed our clothes, and in her quiet thoughtfulness, Asha had drawn the blanket over me before she left.

First, I dressed, then slipped out of their house, making my way to my own for a meal. My mother, Asha, and Nisha were already deep in conversation, their voices a gentle hum. I passed them silently, a ghost in my own home, and ate. Later, Asha would tell my mother, with a casual grace, that I would be sleeping in Nisha’s room – a revelation that hinted at plans yet unspoken.

After finishing my food, I returned to their house. Asha, now in a flowing nightgown, beckoned me into the room. She handed me a blanket, and we settled into a familiar arrangement: Nikhil on the right, I on the left, and Asha, a warm presence, between us.

She was in her nighty, a soft lullaby escaping her lips as she sang to Nikhil. From behind, my gaze lingered on the graceful curve of her buttocks, while my fingers, almost of their own accord, toyed with the strands of her hair resting on my hand.

“Aren’t you sleepy?” Asha whispered, her voice a low murmur.

“Hmm… Maybe because I slept in the evening,” I replied, a half-truth that concealed a deeper wakefulness.

“Hmm… Close your eyes, it’ll come,” she hummed, her attention still on Nikhil.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp caught on the smooth skin of Asha’s neck, making it glisten. Impulsively, I shifted closer, my fingers tracing a feather-light path along her skin. A shiver, almost imperceptible, ran through her. Emboldened, I placed my left hand gently on her waist and squeezed. A soft twitch, a sensual groan – “Mmmmmm…” – escaped her lips.

Her left hand moved behind her, a silent invitation to draw nearer. I moved, pressing my chest against her back, holding her close. She turned her neck, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I met her gaze, a little hesitant, then leaned in and brushed a soft peck on her nose. She responded by pressing the back of my head, offering her lips. I took her lower lip, savoring the taste of our first real kiss.

“Wait just five minutes,” Asha murmured, her eyes flicking towards the sleeping form of Nikhil. I understood. He needed to be deeply asleep before we could move freely. I nodded, wrapping my arm around her, pressing my lips into her neck, and resting my head there.

“Asha… you’re very beautiful,” I whispered, the words a raw confession.

“Hmm…,” she hummed in response.

“I have to tell you something.”

“I know,” she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. “You used to watch me when I was washing clothes.”

A shock ran through me. She knew? My mind raced, searching for an explanation, my tongue tying itself in knots. “That… that…”

“I know everything,” she interjected softly, her voice reassuring. “Actually, I liked it when you watched me like that.”

“Really?” I breathed, disbelief warring with a burgeoning hope.

“Hmm… Hey,” she continued, her voice dropping to a playful whisper, “did you get aroused watching me like that?”

“Yeah…” The admission was out before I could censor it.

“What did you do?” she prompted, her curiosity piqued.

“Sorry Asha, I lied to you,” I confessed, the words tasting like freedom.

“It’s okay. Do you know, Nisha, I liked it when you started coming for tuition?” she mused, her voice warm and inviting.

“Why, Asha?” I asked, eager to unravel the layers of this unexpected connection.

The moment her eyes met mine, a peculiar warmth spread through me. It was a feeling I couldn't quite name, but one I wanted to explore. "Even when you watched me and jumped over the wall to steal my bra," she murmured, a hint of amusement in her voice, "it felt fun somehow."

A jolt went through me. "Oh, you know about that too?" I asked, a sheepish grin touching my lips.

"Hmm..." she mused, "I don't know why, but even though you're young, I liked it when you stared at me so intensely."

My hand, as if with a will of its own, moved to gently cup her left breast. A soft gasp escaped her lips, "Mmm..." she squirmed, a delicate tremor running through her.

"I didn't think, Asha, that you'd want me to do this," I confessed, my voice a low rumble, "that's why I acted like I didn't know anything."

"Haha... who doesn't know anything these days, right?" she chuckled, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on my arm. "Maybe because you acted that way, this had to happen."

"Huh..." A boldness I hadn't known I possessed bubbled to the surface. "Asha, doesn't your husband fuck you?"

She let out a dismissive sound. "Huh, he just gets tired. My husband is an uncle, not young like you."

"Ohh..." I pressed, my gaze intense. "So will you give your pussy to this young one again?"

"Aha... now your true colors are showing," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Haha," I responded, a genuine laugh escaping me.

She lightly pulled the blanket over Nikhil, a tender gesture, then slowly turned towards me, her body a warm presence against mine. My left hand found its way to her breast, squeezing it gently.

"Shhh..." she whispered, a warning mixed with a plea.

"Ugh, I'll crush these..." I mumbled, my hands kneading and squeezing them from bottom to top, a primal urge taking hold.

"Ahh... gently, Nikhil will wake up," she urged, her voice laced with a mixture of pleasure and caution.

Stroking her nipple, I leaned in and kissed her neck, my lips lingering. "Doesn't Nisha look after Nikhil?" I murmured.

"Hah... but what if she gets suspicious?" Asha countered, her breath warm against my ear.

"Please, Asha," I pleaded, the memory of the morning still vivid, "I want to do it with you again."

"Aha, go ahead," she conceded, a slight tremble in her voice.

Without hesitation, I pulled open the collar of her nightgown, slipping my hand inside to cup her right breast, squeezing it gently. Simultaneously, my left hand found the soft curve of her back buttock, squeezing it possessively.

"Mmm..." a soft sound escaped her, a melody that spurred me on.

"Ugh, Asha, you're so soft, my hands can't stop," I groaned, intoxicated by her touch.

"Hmm... what about your hands?" she purred, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What's not stopping for you, you naughty boy..." Her gaze dropped, pointing to the undeniable bulge pressing into her thighs, and she let out a soft laugh.


I shifted, burying my face in her neck, and showered kisses between her breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips as she writhed beneath me.

"Mmm... Stop," Asha murmured. "I'll give the kid to Nisha, just like you said, and come back."

"Umm... Umm... Oh, I want to drink milk," I mumbled, the words a playful plea.

At my words, she stilled, then pulled down the collar of her dress. Eagerly, I helped, tugging it down to her waist. Her two "milk pots" emerged, spilling from their confinement. Without hesitation, I latched onto the right one, biting down gently. A surge of heat radiated from her, and her grip on my head tightened.
"Aaah..." she gasped.

I continued to bite and suck on her nipple.

"Mmmm... Don't bite, please," she whispered, but I paid no mind. I wrapped my left arm around her waist, threw my left leg further over hers, pressing my face into her breast, and continued to suck, drawing the sweet pain into my mouth. Her milk, no matter how much I drank, never seemed to fill me.

She responded, hugging me back, her leg finding mine, surrendering to the moment.
"Umm... Asha," I murmured.

"Hah," she replied, a soft sound of contentment.

I gently laid her on her back and leaned over her, taking both her breasts in my hands. I played with them, kneading them, then alternated between kissing each nipple. She groaned sweet melodies, tilting her head back, offering herself completely.
My kisses trailed from her breasts, down to her navel. Her fingers found my hair, gently loosening it.

"I'll take everything off," I whispered.

"Mm..." she responded, a soft sound, as my kneading hands continued their work.
I pulled her nighty down past her thighs. In the darkness, my fingertips brushed against the edge of her panties. I grabbed them too, pulling them down to her ankles, then moved back up, kissing her chin, searching for her lips. She held my face, offering them to me.
I entwined my lips with her upper lip, sucking, letting her taste my saliva. I wondered if she could smell the faint scent of milk on my mouth. Occasionally, I'd intentionally bite her lip, then release it, saying, "Umm... Your lips, umm... are thick and nice. Umm... I'll bite them... Umm..."

She held my head, stopping me, and our sparkling pupils met. Without breaking contact, she lifted her neck, meeting my lips again. I held and kneaded her right breast while "eating" her lips.

"Mmm..." she hummed.

Just then, a knock at the door startled us both. Asha quickly pushed me aside.
"I think it's Nisha," she whispered.

"So what?" I countered, kissing her shoulder. "Come, Asha, umm..."

"Wait, I'll send her away and ask Nikhil to take the kid," she replied.

"Okay," I conceded.

I quickly pulled the blanket completely over myself. Asha got up, slipped into her nighty, and opened the door. I listened intently.

"Sis, I'll sleep here too," Nisha's voice floated in.

"There's no space here," Asha replied.

"Then send Shiva to my room," Nisha pressed.

"No, he wants to sleep here. He just drank milk and fell asleep," Asha insisted.

"Sis, put Nikhil in the cradle, I'll sleep here," Nisha tried again.

"Go on, go sleep in your room," Asha's voice held a note of finality.

"Oh, sis, Shiva's here. Let him be between us, it's fine."

A wave of disappointment washed over me. Our "fucking" session, I thought, was now off the table, replaced by just sleep because of Nisha. But then, I knew Nisha wouldn't stay still once she was next to me. Whatever, I decided to pretend to be asleep.

Asha seemed to have agreed; a silence fell. I kept my eyes closed. Asha came and lay down on my right side, a little distance away, signifying she had put Nikhil in the cradle. After that, Nisha's presence became undeniable. She took my eyes and turned them towards Asha. She held my shoulders and pushed me towards Asha. Then she lay down on my left side, her leg coming to rest over mine.

My erect penis must have been obvious to her by now. She also shared the blanket over me.

"Hey, are you asleep?" Nisha whispered in my ear.

I shook my head, indicating no.

She kissed my cheek.

"Want a kiss?" she teased.

I turned towards Nisha and opened my eyes. She kissed my nose.

I placed my hand on her and moved closer. I lifted my neck and kissed her neck. She kissed my ear.

My hand slipped inside her top, gently caressing and rubbing her soft waist, then my five fingers squeezed into the curve of her waist.

"Mmm... Shall we go to my room?" Nisha murmured.

"Uh-uh... Asha said to sleep here," I replied, the thrill of the forbidden adding an edge to the night.

As she offered her lips, I kissed her deeply, my hand finding its way to her waist. With a soft groan, Nisha's left hand slipped into my pants, her fingers closing around my erection.

"Oh, why is it so hard? What did Akka do?" she whispered, her voice laced with surprise.
"I drank milk," I murmured, a playful smirk touching my lips.

"Wow," she breathed.

"Shh, don't talk," I hushed, pulling her lips back to mine.

Our kiss grew more fervent, a symphony of passion, until Asha's hand suddenly pulled my head back. We looked at each other, startled, the moment shattered.

"Nisha, take care of the kid. We're going to your room," Asha said, her voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

"But Akka..." Nisha began, a hint of protest in her tone.

"Please," Asha interrupted, her gaze softening slightly.

"Okay, Akka," Nisha conceded, her shoulders slumping.

Asha took my hand, leading me to Nisha's room. The moment we stepped inside, she locked the door, a click echoing in the sudden silence. She then pushed me onto the bed, the mattress yielding beneath my weight. The lights flickered on, bathing the room in a soft glow, and then she was on top of me, her body warm against mine. I wrapped my hands around her armpits, pulling her closer, and then, with a gentle tug, I slid down her nighty, exposing her breasts. My lips found their target, and I began to kiss her, tenderly at first, then with increasing fervor.

"Mmmm... do whatever you want now," Asha moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair.

Squeezing and releasing her right breast, I whispered, "Umm... will you show me your pussy?"

"Huh, see for yourself," she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She rose, sliding off the bed, and with a graceful movement, untied her nighty, letting it fall in a silken pool around her feet. I rose too, shedding my own clothes, and then I was hugging her, my body molding against hers. Her hands found their way to my cock, stroking and caressing.

"Ah..." I gasped, my breath catching in my throat.

My hands found their way behind her, squeezing her buttocks, before I gently laid her back onto the bed. I moved between her legs, the soft brush of my cock against her pussy sending shivers through me. Already, her juices felt warm against my skin.
"Aaahh... put it in," Asha pleaded, her voice a husky whisper.

No sooner had the words left her lips than I thrust, burying half of my cock within her.
"Abba.... Isss..." she quivered, her body arching into mine.

She opened her thighs a little wider, an unspoken invitation. I deliberately paused, continuing to thrust back and forth, teasing her with the partial penetration.

"Abba, push it in," she urged, her voice strained with desire.

"This feels good," I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear.

"Mmm... it will feel even better if you push it more," she countered, her hips beginning to undulate.

Holding her two breasts, I swayed my hips, continuing the shallow thrusts. Half of my cock rubbed against her clitoris, a tantalizing dance of in and out. Asha held her hands behind her, writhing and struggling in pleasure, a beautiful symphony of desire. I leaned over her, my hand finding the back of her head, lifting her face. I captured her lips, kissing her deeply, and then, with a surge of motion, I pushed myself all the way in. She bit my lower lip fiercely, a soft cry escaping her lips as she quivered, swaying, "Mmmmm."

"They call it doggy style. I want to fuck you like that," I whispered against her lips.

"Mmm... do as you please," she breathed, her eyes heavy with desire.

Immediately, I laid her down, turned her over, and asked her to get up. She rose, presenting her exquisite buttocks to me. I knelt down, and just as I'd seen in countless fantasies, I guided my cock into her pussy. It felt even tighter now, a sweet embrace. I lifted my cock slightly, letting it rub against her vaginal opening before I thrust.

"Aahh..." she moaned, a sound of pure pleasure.

Holding her left buttock and her waist with my right hand, I thrust hard, my balls hitting her buttocks with a satisfying "thap" sound.

"Aaahh..." she cried out, her body trembling beneath me.

She was stirring inside, her juices flowing freely, a warm, slick coating on my penis, making it easier for me to slide in pleasurably. I controlled my breathing, fighting the urge to climax, and continued to thrust, a rhythmic dance of desire.

"Iss.... Mmm..." she whimpered, her voice a soft melody of pleasure.

I leaned forward, kissing the back of her neck, my thrusts never faltering. Asha trembled, moving her hips, intuitively helping me, a silent partner in our shared ecstasy.

"Ahh... fuck," I grunted, the words torn from my throat.

My cock felt breathless between her buttocks, a desperate need to thrust deeper and deeper consuming me. Excitement surged, and I increased my pace, a wild, untamed rhythm. Our thighs made "thap thap" sounds, a testament to our passion. I held her waist, my grip firm, and fucked her with a fierce intensity.

Five minutes passed, and still, I hadn't come. Asha was panting heavily, her breaths ragged. She looked back at me fiercely, biting her lips at my thrusts, and that passionate face drove me wild, pushing me further to the brink. I pressed my knees firmly into the mattress, held her waist, and thrust with renewed vigor.

"Ahh ahh, slowly..." Asha gasped, her voice strained.

"Mmm... Asha, your pussy is very good. Ahh abba," I whispered, my own breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Ahh mmm..." she moaned, her body writhing.

She bent her knees, about to collapse, but I tightened my grip on her waist, stopping her. It seemed she had an orgasm. I grabbed her braid, lifted her back, hugged her close, squeezed her breasts, and continued to thrust, the rhythm of our bodies unbroken.
"Ahh abba, not this much..." Asha pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.
"Ahh Asha," I groaned, my own climax drawing near.

I squeezed and kneaded her two breasts, swaying with the rhythm, the edge of release drawing tantalizingly close. I deliberately pulled out and leaned to the side. Asha seemed to have thought something as I moved away so suddenly. She looked at me strangely, a question in her eyes, then she kissed me, climbed onto my thighs, guided my cock back into her pussy, placed her hands on my shoulders, pressed down, and began to sway. I held her breasts, watching her facial expressions, pushing my thighs against hers, meeting her every movement.

"Fuck, this feels good," I exhaled, the words a raw confession.

"Ahh... whenever you want me, when my husband isn't here, just fuck me," Asha whispered, her voice laced with a newfound intimacy.

I squeezed her breasts, my fingers pinching them playfully. As she swayed, they swayed, a mesmerizing dance. I stroked her nipples, and we were both indulging ourselves in this shared moment of pure pleasure.

"Mmm... Ahh... my husband doesn't fuck this long, ra," Asha moaned, her voice filled with a delicious weariness.

"Abba, just looking at you, I feel like I want to keep fucking," I confessed, my voice husky with desire.

"Ahh, you've been fucking all this time, why aren't you done yet, ra?" she teased, her eyes sparkling.

"Looking at you, I get more excited," I replied, my gaze locked on hers.

"Ahh, this feels good, ra," she purred, her body arching into mine.

"We'll do it however you want," I promised, my voice thick with passion.

Holding her waist, I pressed my words into the bed, giving her counter-thrusts, our bodies moving in a perfect synchronicity.

"Ahh... yours is going into my stomach, ra," Asha gasped, her voice trembling.

"Ahh, this feels so good, Asha, doing this with you," I whispered, my voice raw with emotion.

"Ahh, me too, ra, Ahh... fuck mmm... tonight I'm yours," she declared, her body shuddering with pleasure.

I was about to turn her to the side and get on top to fuck, but I couldn't hold back any longer. With a primal groan, I came, my body convulsing, the release overwhelming.
We both panted, our bodies spent, then we hugged each other close, our lips meeting in a tender, lingering kiss. Asha reached for the blanket, pulling it over us, a soft cocoon of warmth. I rested my head on her breasts, listening to the steady beat of her heart, content in the aftermath of our shared passion.