Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

17. Twin Paradise 

After parting ways with Geetha, Bharat, as instructed by Srinivas, was looking for a shop in the market.

After returning home and having lunch, his parents went to the market, telling him to look after the house.

What else could he do? Just like us, he opened Instagram to pass the time and started watching reels.

Just then, he saw a call from Harish.

"Harish, what's up? It's been a while," Bharat said, a smile forming on his face.

"You're a big shot now, bro. You don't even look at us anymore," Harish's voice was filled with playful sarcasm.

"Oh, come on, don't say that."

"It's my birthday today, you idiot... Do I have to tell you?"

Bharat's eyes widened in surprise. "Happy birthday, buddy! I'm so sorry, I totally forgot."

"See? That's what I'm talking about. Thanks," Harish said, a hint of genuine disappointment in his voice.

"I'm really sorry."

"Stop it... Just come to Vandana's place. Let's meet up."

"Okay, sure. You want a gift?"

"You can give it to my  ass... Just come," Harish said, laughing.


The moment Bharat reached Vandana's gate, he saw her. She was on the balcony, waving at him, her smile a beacon beckoning him to come up. His heart pounded in his chest as he climbed the stairs, the anticipation building with each step. He stepped inside and, without a second thought, captured her lips in a kiss.

She responded instantly, her mouth opening, her lower lip surrendering to his gentle suction. He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as he moved to nibble on her neck and lips. They were lost in the moment, their breaths held, when a sharp tap landed on his head.

Next to them, he found a girl in a Punjabi dress, her hair tied in a bun, her waist cinched with a rubber band.

He broke the kiss and turned, his eyes meeting a pair of angry ones. "That's my elder sister, you dummy," she said, her hand connecting with his face.

Bharat was stunned, the realization hitting him like a truck. He immediately let go of Vandana and looked at her. She was smiling, a mix of surprise and shyness on her face. He turned back to the girl he had just kissed, his hands reaching out to hold hers apologetically.

"I'm so sorry, I thought it was you," he stammered.

"Don't lie, you did it on purpose," she retorted.

"No, I didn't..."

Just then, they heard footsteps on the stairs. "Shhh..." Vandana whispered, wiping her mouth. Harish arrived, holding a cake box. He rushed inside and placed the box on the table. The three of them walked over to him.

"Dude, you brought it yourself?" Bharat asked, surprised. "I thought we were celebrating at night."

"I had to. He forgot, and he was the one who was supposed to bring the cake," Harish said, glaring at Bharat. "My uncle and his family came, and my dad is pushing me to get home, asking why I'm with friends instead of my cousins."

Vandana interrupted, "Hey, wait a minute... Why are you opening it now?"

"I have to leave, Vandana."

She placed a sparkler on the cake and took out a matchbox. Bharat noticed Chandana was still pouting.

"Didn't you get a blaster?" he asked.

"I told them not to get one because it's at home," Vandana replied.

"Oh, good idea," he said, still looking at Chandana.

Vandana lit the candle, and the four of them sang "Happy Birthday." Harish cut a small piece of cake and fed it to Vandana. She, in turn, fed a piece to him, and then to Bharat and Chandana. Vandana fed him another piece and playfully smeared some cream on his cheek.

"No, I have to go home," Harish said, laughing. When Vandana laughed, he pressed her hand against her own cheek, smearing cream on her face. Seeing that, Bharat also applied cream on Chandana's cheeks like sandalwood paste. Chandana grabbed his hand and pushed him back hard. He fell into a nearby chair.

"Hey, what happened?" Harish asked.

"Nothing," Chandana said, pouting.

"What happened, what did you say to her?" Harish pressed.

"Nothing, dude," Bharat replied quickly. He was afraid of how Harish would react if he found out that he kissed Vandana.

Vandana intervened, "That's how they are." She then suggested, "Hey, let's take a photo."
The four of them took a selfie. Just then, Harish's phone rang. "My dad is calling. I'm leaving."

"Hmm... Wash your hands," Vandana said.

Harish washed his hands and, in a hurry, came and kissed Vandana on the lips. Seeing their kiss, Bharat and Chandana turned their faces away. Harish left.

Bharat grabbed Chandana's hand. "Why did you push me?"

"You're being too much. Go now," she said.

"Hey, I didn't realize..."

"It's okay, just go," she said, turning her back on him.

He playfully hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Give me a kiss and say bye."

"No, I won't. Go..."

"Is that it?"

"Yes..."

Vandana chimed in, "Hey... You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"You stop now, don't get me in trouble. And why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

"Where did you give me a chance?"

Chandana broke free from his hold. "Enough, stop it."

"Bharat, I liked your kiss. More than Harish's..." Vandana said, laughing.

"You stop it, Vandana... Okay, I'm leaving. Bye, Chandu..."

She quickly turned back and grabbed his hand, stopping him. He pulled her close and stared into her eyes. "Sorry... I really thought it was you."

"Hmm, it's okay," she said, her pout finally fading.

He bent his neck and lovingly bit her upper lip with his lips, like a piece of tomato, and took it into his mouth. Her lip brushed against his chin, which was covered in a small beard under his lower lip.


She kissed him back, a deep, passionate kiss that made Vandana watch with a sweet curiosity. Vandana, ever the pragmatist, went to close the door, a silent guardian against the outside world.

When their lips finally parted, Chandana smiled, her cheeks red. “You didn’t come when I asked you to yesterday,” she said. 

He apologized again, his gaze lingering on her face. He licked a smear of cream from her cheek, and her eyes closed dreamily.

Just then, two more hands wrapped around his waist from behind. It was Vandana. He turned to look, and there she was, Chandana’s doppelgänger, her sister, her eyes full of desire. She whispered in his ear, “Give me another kiss.”

But his heart was with Chandana. He didn’t respond to Vandana, choosing to kiss Chandana’s forehead instead. Chandana hugged him tightly, a possessive gesture. Vandana, with a laugh, pulled her hands free and, with a playful “Move,” hugged Bharat herself.

Bharath: Stop.... they'll report it.

Chendana: It's fine.

He bent her neck and kissed it.

Bharath: Umm....

He held Chendana's hips and pulled her close.

Chendana: Ah...

Chendana closed her eyes.

Bharath held Vandana's hand and led her aside, hugging her with one arm.

He turned her face towards him, brought his lips to hers, and said, "No, Vandana, we are still in junior college..."

Vandana: But if we're not supposed to, then why do we have this desire?

Chendana unbuttoned Bharath's shirt and kissed his chest.

Vandana put her hand behind his head and kissed his lips.

While kissing her lips, he squeezed Chendana's butt.

He also licked the cream off Vandana's cheeks and let her taste it from his lips.

Afterwards, he kissed Chendana's lips.

Vandana threw her dupatta to the side.

Bharath untied Chendana's dupatta. He unbuttoned the two buttons on the neck of her Punjabi dress and drunkenly kissed the space between her small breasts.

Vandana is kissing Bharath's neck.

Chandana began to unbutton his shirt, kissing his chest. Vandana kissed his lips. He was caught between them, a willing victim of their affection. He licked the cream off Vandana’s cheek, then tasted it on her lips. He kissed Chandana’s lips next. The shawls came off, then the clothes, and he was lost in a haze of teenage desire.

He turned from Chandana to Vandana, her curvier body a temptation he couldn’t resist. He unbuttoned her clothes, pulling her close, biting her lips. He kissed his way up, asking, “Can I see?”

“Really?” she asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.

“Yes,” he said, his voice a low whisper.

A flicker of jealousy crossed Chandana’s face. He pulled Vandana’s dress down from her shoulders, revealing her plump, dusky boobs. He couldn’t help himself. He licked her left boob, and she squeezed his head, a mix of pleasure and surprise. He apologized, and she simply said, “It’s okay.”

He was completely consumed by Vandana, stroking her nipple with his finger as he kissed her lips. Chandana took a step back, her presence forgotten for a moment. He was a teenager, driven by impulse and lust. His love for Chandana was real, but so was his desire for Vandana. He wanted both.

But he was about to make a mistake. When Chandana moved to take her clothes off, his eyes widened in panic. He stopped her, pulling her dress back up.

“Am I not good enough?” she asked, her voice filled with disappointment.

“Oh, you fool, it’s not like that,” he said. “I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Her cheeks turned red. She feigned innocence. Just then, a voice called out, “Chandu!” It was her mother, Kausalya.

The three of them froze, a silent panic in their eyes. Chandana quickly wiped her mouth and ran to the door. Her mother was downstairs, calling to them. Kausalya had made vermicelli pudding and wanted them to have some. Chandana went downstairs to get the bowls, leaving Bharat and Vandana alone.




When Chandana came back up, she found the room empty. Her sister and Bharat were gone. She placed the plate of pudding on the table and called out their names. No answer. She went to Vandana’s room and saw Bharat’s clothes on the bed, his underwear on the floor.

“We’re in here,” Vandana’s voice came from the bathroom.

Chandana saw her sister’s clothes by the door, and with a sinking feeling, she silently opened the bathroom door. Behind the foggy shower curtain, two naked figures were wrapped in an embrace. Her boyfriend was kissing her sister, both of them naked.



“Bharat…” she said, her voice a shaky whisper.

“Chandu, stay there,” he said. “I don’t want you to see.”

Vandana: Ahh...

Bharat: Umm...

Vandana: Should I hold it?

Bharat: Yes... stroke it...

Vandana: Hmm... okay...

Chandhu just leaned against the door and silently watching the blurry shadows move behind the curtain, listening to their voices, their moans, their whispered words. 

Bharat: Uff... from bottom to top...

Vandana: Okay...

Bharat: Do it with both hands...

Vandana: Did Chandhu do it?

Bharat: You're the first...

Vandana: Really?

Bharat: Yes...

Vandana: I never saw Harish's even once.

Bharat: Ahh... swing it slowly...

Vandana: Hush... dude, the smell is driving me crazy...

Bharat: Don't look at me like that...

Vandana: Chandhu, I saw his......

Chandhu: Bharat, stop it...

Bharat: Hmm...

Vandana: How long should I do it like this?

Bharat: Until it cum...

Vandana: Will it come out like in the videos?

Bharat: Yes...

Vandana: They put it in their mouth in those videos...

Bharat: Will you put it in your mouth? Hahaha...

Vandana: Ew...

Bharat: Put it in...

Vandana: Nuh-uh...

Vandana: Hmm... Ew, don't let it touch my lips.

Bharat: Try it...

Vandana: Should I suck it?

Bharat: Yes... please...

Chandhu: Akka, I'll kill you... she screamed.

Bharat: Please... Chandhu...

Chandhu: That's mine, you dummy...

Bharat: Okay, okay... Aahh...

The climax came quickly. Vandana's yelp of surprise, the sound of her disgust. And then, Bharat stepped out of the bathroom, his soft penis hanging. Chandana, despite everything she had just seen, hugged him tightly, a mix of anger and possessiveness in her voice.

“I’ll kill you if you do that again,” she said.

“Your sister didn’t hear, really,” he said, trying to reassure her.

It wasn't wrong for Chandana to be selfish. She wanted him all to herself. When he tried to kiss her, she began to take off his clothes.

“No, Chandu,” he said, trying to stop her.

But she didn’t listen. She took off his shirt, and her leggings dropped to the floor. She was slim and delicate, a stark contrast to Vandana. She lowered her face, and he put his hand on her small breasts, his other hand lifting her camisole.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

“Look at me,” she said.

“There’s nothing there to look at,” he said, and she slapped him.

“Do you love me? Or not?” she demanded.

He slowly lifted her camisole and took it off. Holding her waist tight, he bent down and licked her, his tongue between her small breasts. The promise came from his lips, “I won’t touch your sister again, okay?”

“Hmm,” she mumbled, and her hands went up, a silent invitation for him to kiss her armpit.

The desire was back. His big penis began to come alive, pressing against her thighs. A tremor went through her.

“That’s it… that’s it…” she whispered.

He kissed her armpit and looked into her eyes. “Chandu…”

“Hmm…” she mumbled.

“Look,” he said, and she shyly hid her face in his neck.

Vandana, ever present, spoke up. “So why did you overreact?”

“You get the hell out,” Bharat said, annoyed. Vandana quickly left.

He held Chandana’s face in his hands, looked into her eyes, and said, “Sorry… hey…”

“You are mine,” she said, her voice firm.

“Okay,” he agreed.

“Geeta, teacher, me. That’s it… no one else.”

“As you wish,” he said, and just then, Vandana returned.

She quickly kissed Bharat. “Vandana, I’m going to hit you,” he said, but she took his raised hand and made him hold her waist.

“Tell me the truth, don’t you want both of us?” she asked.

“Chandu doesn’t like it,” he said, looking at Chandana.

“Chandu, please…” Vandana begged.

Bharat, caught between the two sisters, had no idea what to do. He pulled both of them into his lap at once.

“Hey, listen to me,” he said. They both nodded. “Vandana, if your sister doesn’t agree, I won’t do it.”

Vandana looked at Chandana, her eyes pleading. “Agree, please…”

The oppressive heat in the small space was a product of the three bodies pressed together. Vandana and Chandana, in their panties, clung to Bharath, who was completely naked. Bharath's hand squeezed Chandana's buttock, his eyes holding a mischievous glint.

"But Akka..." Chandana began, only to have her words swallowed by Bharath's kiss. He bent her neck and silenced her.

Vandana understood his intent and smiled faintly. Chandana, despite her initial hesitation, agreed. 

Bharath kissed Vandana as well, his cock hardening between the sibling chicks soft thighs. 

This time, Chandana's hand descended, her fingers tracing the length of him.

Bharath took a step back, looking down. When he lifted his head, Chandana's gaze was lowered, her lip caught between her teeth as she looked at him with a fiery intensity.

"What? Is it getting hard again?" Vandana teased.

Bharath’s focus remained on Chandana. The girl who had been shy a moment before was now in a state of shock, her fingers gently caressing his hardness.

"Chandana…?" he whispered.

"Mmm, did Geetha teacher see this?" she asked.

"She sucked it," Bharath replied.

"What? When?" Vandana exclaimed, grabbing him and kissing his face.

Bharath tensed, his thighs trembling. Chandana's lips met the head of his cock. When he tried to pull her away by her hair, she defiantly licked the underside of him with her tongue.
"Aahh… Chan..." he moaned.

Vandana, surprised, looked down and gently freed her sister's hair from Bharath's grip. 

Chandana lifted her eyelids, inviting his manhood into the cave of her lips. Unable to contain his boiling excitement, he slowly thrust his waist forward. Half of his penis entered her mouth. Chandana tilted her head back and let it go.

"Is this how you want it…?" she asked.

"Yes… but…"

She took him into her mouth again. "Mmmm…"

"Hey, give it to me," Vandana insisted.

"Take it," he responded.

Seeing the two sisters kneeling before him, a surge of passion coursed through Bharath. 

The pleasure from Chandana's mouth was immeasurable as she began to suck slowly, moving back and forth. The other half of his penis remained outside, and Vandana leaned in to kiss it.

He immediately pulled back, taking it out of Chandana's mouth. "No, Chandana… maybe we're doing something wrong..."

Chandana was in a trance, unable to speak.


‘I love you, ra… I don't care about anything else… I'll do anything if you ask me to… I get jealous seeing you with Geetha teacher. For some reason, I feel like I want you all to myself. If you ask why I'm like this at this age, I don't have an answer. I'm doing this because I don't know what to do to make you like me. Do you like me?’

He lifted her into his arms, kissing her cheeks and looking lovingly into her eyes. "I don't like you doing that, Chandana. Don't."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Just don't," he said.

Meanwhile, Vandana, unable to stop, took him into her mouth. He grabbed her hair and pushed it further, causing her to pull back, coughing.

"Slowly..." she managed to say.

"Sorry," he responded, giving it back to her.

Chandana watched, hurt. "You like it when my akka does it…?"

"I don't like it when you do it," he said.

As he held Vandana's hair, slowly thrusting into her mouth, drool dripped from the corners of her lips. "Ahh… don't stop like that…" he pleaded.

Vandana continued, a soft, guttural sound escaping her lips.

He kissed Chandana, his eyes falling on a clothes rack. An idea sparked. He quickly lifted Chandana and moved toward it, with Vandana following, her lips still caressing him.

"Hold on to that," he ordered Chandana.

She obeyed, gripping the rack. He lifted her by the waist and inhaled the scent between her thighs. Chandana didn't understand what was happening, but Vandana smiled knowingly.

"Vandana, keep sucking, please," he instructed.

"Okay, ra," she replied, taking him into her mouth.

He kissed Chandana's delicate waist, just above her navel. A shiver ran through her. He moved her panties aside and kissed her labia, which resembled a delicate hibiscus flower. A tremor of pleasure coursed through her body, making her dance on his shoulders.

"Amma… Hhh…" she gasped.

"hold on tight…"

Her folds, closed like a tulip with a vertical line, were an open invitation. As he touched his tongue to her blood-filled clitoris, her thighs tingled, and her waist twisted like a cobra. A shower of nectar fell onto his tongue as he kissed her folds.

"Aahh… Mmmm…" a cry escaped her throat. She tried to steady herself, almost putting a hand down, but feared losing control and held onto the rack again. He carried her butt on his shoulders, his tongue caressing the soft nectar.

"Aahh… Hahh…"

As Bharath's cheeks rubbed between her thighs, Chandana's screams echoed in the bathroom. Below, Vandana's lips, glistening with Chandana's drool, caressed his manhood, increasing her own hunger. With his left hand, Bharath held Chandana's body on his head, and with his right, he held Vandana's hair, consumed by passion.

Vandana pulled back to catch her breath, a coy smile on her face as she looked at the drool on his chest. She felt a sense of pride seeing her sister’s pleasure, but her own eagerness to conquer Bharath drove her to take him back into her mouth.

Bharath, lost in worshiping his lover’s "sweet flower," ignored Vandana. Chandana’s desire swelled, her heart raced, her thighs blazed, her nerves trembled, her clitoris echoed, and she released her nectar of lust for her lover. He took her, now covered in drool, into his arms and kissed her neck.

Chandana swallowed, resting her head on his shoulders. He slowly leaned her back against the wall, and at that very moment, he ejaculated onto Vandana below. He moved aside, exhausted, and sat on the toilet seat.



A little while later, they were in Chandana's room. He made her sit on the bed and got dressed. She pulled his hand, asking him to sit beside her. He lay down, and she leaned over him, her eyes meeting his.

"We shouldn't have done this…" she said.

"But we already did, right…?" he replied.

"Will you marry me?" she asked.

"Haha… What kind of question is that?"

"You've seen all of me. You should be the one to marry me."

"Okay, I'll marry you in future."

"Promise?"

"Hey, don't you trust me?"

"I don't know…" she said.

He held her hand and kissed it. "I love you… I'll leave Geetha miss. We're going to Canada. After we come back, it's just college and a career."

"You can do whatever you want,… because I want you, nothing else…" she said sadly, resting her face on his chest.

"Hey… what's wrong?"

"You study… Don't get into those silly things again. You have to be sincere. I like you when you're serious like this and winning."

"Chandana…"

"Hmm… you won't understand, Bharath… I felt a certain way when you didn't come yesterday. I wanted to congratulate you."

Bharath didn't understand. He hadn't shared that much love with Chandana and had always thought she would be against his likes. He wanted a girl who was submissive like him. But Chandana, even when everyone else looked down on him, was the only one who believed in him. She hoped he would be serious just once and achieve something. He placed both his hands on her and kissed her cheek.

"I'm sorry I didn't pay attention to you yesterday," he said.

Vandana came in, holding a bowl of vermicelli. "Hey, get up and let's eat. It's gotten cold, too…"

Bharath spent the rest of the day there.
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To be continued……..