10-09-2025, 06:28 PM
CHAPTER FOUR
The moonlight spilled softly across the room, casting silver streaks on the sheets where Prem and Prajwala lay close, her boobs were getting crushed on his wide chest.
Their arms and legs tangled slightly, a familiar habit of comfort from years of sleeping together. Prem’s dreams were vivid, carrying him to thoughts of him fucking Sofiya slowly and steadily, but the warmth of Prajwala’s body pressed against his side made everything blur.
Subtle, unconscious movements of his hips pressed his hard dick against her pussy over her jeans. At the same time, Prajwala shifted slightly, mirroring his motions, pressing her cunt softly against his member in the dim glow.
Suddenly, a wet, light touch traced his neck. Prem’s eyes snapped open, heart pounding. It wasn’t a dream. Prajwala was there, cheeks flushed, eyes closed, hair spilling over her shoulders, lips slightly parted.
Prem jolted back instinctively, his hand pushing Prajwala gently but firmly after feeling a wet, unexpected touch of her tongue on his neck. They froze, eyes meeting in the dim moonlight.
Prem’s chest heaved slightly, his heart pounding. His eyes widened in shock, but even in that moment, he couldn’t help silently admiring her curves, the smoothness of her skin, the gentle rise and fall of her chest making her cleavage lockable, and the way her hair framed her flushed face.
Prem (thinking): God… she looks… amazing… every time… why now… why like this… her lips... so juicy... those mangoes... ufffff... stay calm, stay calm.
Prajwala, caught entirely off-guard, staggered back slightly, her cheeks flaming crimson. Her eyes filled with guilt as she realized what had just happened, and she clutched at the blanket instinctively.
Prajwala (thinking, panicked): Oh no… he must think I... I... I am a horny bitch… I didn’t mean… I wasn’t—ugh, how could this happen? I made him uncomfortable… poor kiddo...
Her body tensed, but despite her shock and embarrassment, she couldn’t deny the lingering warmth of his proximity that made her chest rise and fall.
He was silently caught between shock and desire, she was drowning in guilt and worry, before she finally murmured an apology, her voice soft and hesitant, reaching across the tension.
Prajwala: I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I just…
Prem’s pulse continued racing, and he looked away briefly, still trying to collect his thoughts, while his mind whispered to itself: “She has no idea… she doesn’t even know what she does to me…”
He jolted upright, muscles tense, bare feet touching the cool floor. Rushing to the bathroom, he leaned over the sink, gripping it tightly, trying to steady his racing thoughts.
Prem (to himself, low and husky): Calm down… it’s just an accident. She didn’t mean… It’s fine. But… damn, why did it feel so real? Why did my body... ugh… my mind... no, focus. She’s… she’s my elder sister... I can't like like that...
He splashed cold water on his face, trying to shake the lingering warmth of her touch from his skin. His mind replayed the moments, the soft pressure of her boobs, her warm breath, the faint brush of her hair, the feel of her thick thighs on his groin. Each memory made his pulse spike.
Meanwhile, Prajwala lay back on her bed, cheeks still flushed, heart racing. She buried her face slightly in the pillow, feeling guilty and embarrassed.
Prajwala (whispering softly to herself): Oh God…What must he be thinking about me?... how could I? It wasn’t intentional… it was just… a dream, but why did I move like that? I didn’t mean to… he’s probably so uncomfortable now… I need to… make it right.
She curled slightly, pressing the blanket closer around her, lingering in the warmth of her own embarrassment and the fleeting memory of his body so close. She resolved to approach him carefully, to soothe any awkwardness.
Prem, in the bathroom, ran a hand through his damp hair, bare chest glistening slightly under the pale light. He was frustrated with himself, partially guilty, partially lustful. His mind kept circling the sensation of her against him, the softness of her skin, and the warmth of her presence.
Prem (muttering to himself): Focus… it was an accident. Calm down. Don’t overthink it… But damn… she’s so fucking awesome… so soft… how do I even… just… breathe.
After a few moments, he leaned back against the sink, trying to center himself. Prajwala, her guilt mingled with lingering warmth, decided to quietly return to him, to make him comfortable, unaware of the storm of lust and confusion in his mind.
He stepped out of the bathroom and his eyes instinctively went to Prajwala’s bed, where she was lying on her stomach. He caught a glimpse of her and felt a tingle in his dick. But he quickly restrained himself, turned away, and silently went to his own bed, lying down on his back he closed his eyes.
Prajwala moved slowly to his bed, her long hair slightly tousled, the softness of her skin highlighted by the dim light, and gently pulled the blanket over him. She paused, admiring him silently, the strong lines of his arms, his chest rising slowly under the blanket, the tension in his jaw.
Prajwala (thinking): Calm down, Prajwala... What the hell are you thinking… You are her to comfort him...
She leaned down, brushing her hair slightly over her shoulder, and whispered: “I’m sorry… didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Prem felt a rush of relief and a twinge of sadness, knowing exactly why she was apologizing, yet craving her closeness.
Prem (exhaled softly): It’s okay… really… it’s fine…
She hugged him tightly, pressing her body gently against his, and planted soft kisses on his cheeks and forehead. Prem’s mind raced with desire and restraint, as he appreciated the warmth, the gentle scent of her hair, the smooth texture of her skin, but kept himself still.
Prem (thinking): She’s so close… so tempting… but I can’t… just enjoy this…
She pulled back slightly, looking at him with a reassuring smile.
Prajwala: Now… sleep. Everything’s okay.
As she started to leave, Prem’s voice stopped her: “Stay… sleep beside me. Just like always.”
She hesitated, remembering the earlier incident, a flicker of awkwardness crossing her face. Yet she smiled, accepting it, and lay down beside him. They curled slightly together under the blanket, bodies touching in their usual comforting way, and slowly drifted off to sleep, her mind still tingling from the guilt, his from the restricted desire to fuck her.
Prem woke slowly, just his eyes opening, the faint light of morning filtering through the curtains. The apartment was quiet except for the sound of water running from the bathroom. He heard the soft patter of her movements and realized Prajwala was taking her shower.
Prem was still lying on his bed, eyes half-lidded, heart racing as he watched her silhouette through the slightly fogged glass of the bathroom door. The curve of her shoulders, the gentle sway of her waist, the way her hair clung damply to her back, every detail made him pause. God, she’s hot… he thought, a flush rising in his chest.
As she stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel that just covered half of her breast and ended just below her ass cheek, Prem couldn’t help but admire the smoothness of her skin, the the water dripping down her curves, the faint glint of morning light catching the edges of her hair. I should look away… but I can’t. She’s… mesmerizing. He silently imagined tracing the line of her collarbone, brushing a finger across the curve of her shoulder.
Unaware of the two eyes filled with lust looking at her, she dropped the towel. Now he could see in in full glory. Her white skin was shining due to the morning light and water droplets. Her huge ass was begging for some hard slap on it. Her smooth long and thick thighs, inviting his tongue to lick them thoroughly. He was dying to savor all the water droplets on her back and shoulder.
She started applying moisturizer on her legs making her asshole and pink pussy visible to him. That made him hold his raging hard-on over his shorts... "Damn.. I want to drill those hiles..." he thought.
Applied a roll on on her underarms. He was dying to lick those clean shaven armpits,"Those would have been smelling so fresh now."
She took some powder and applied it on her upper chest and collarbone. She then wore her panty, back of which went missing in btween her ass cheeks.
Peltem (in his mind): She is wearing a G-String... She's so hot man.... I want to grind my face between those fat asscheeks...
With her every actions his thoughts were getting wild. She put on a black bra, he could not see her big boobs, but he could imagine them with her pointed nipple. The bra was going really well with her fair skin. She wore a black sleeveless blouse that was tight on her chest revealing a hint of cleavage as he guessed. She wore a black underskirt below her navel and dbang a black saree around. He kept watching her ans stroking his dick while she got busy applying cosmetics on her face. And wearing her accesories.
Prajwala was quietly humming to herself as she struggled with her wet hair. She sensed a gaze on her and turned around, following those eyes, and there she was, in her full glory.
A black saree tied 4 inches below the navel, a tiny bindi, and a small pendant resting gently near her collarbone. Her damp hair clung softly to her skin, and the faint fragrance of her shampoo filled the room.
How could anyone not fall for her?
Their eyes met. She froze. For a second, her heart skipped a beat. His gaze was calm, but intense. Her cheeks flushed instantly.
Prajwala: W-when did you wake up?
she asked, her voice nervous, caught completely off guard.
Prem blinked slowly and stretched a little, acting casual.
Prem (smirking, teasing): Just now. And why are you getting ready so early?
Prajwala: It’s already 10… I didn’t expect you to be awake! She laughed, grabbing her lip-gloss and moving toward the mirror.
The moment Prem heard the time, he shot up from the bed like lightning. Without a word, he rushed into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
A few minutes later, he stepped out, hair damp, a towel around his neck, wearing just a vest and shorts. His toned abs showed clearly through the fabric as he wiped his head.
He quickly pulled on his pants, then reached for his shirt. As he slipped one arm through the sleeve, he looked at her through the mirror.
Prem: Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?
But she didn’t respond. She was staring. Right at his abs.
He paused, noticing her gaze, then raised an eyebrow, teasingly.
Prem: Praju?
She blinked and quickly looked away, pretending to fix her bindi.
Prajwala: W-what? she said, a little too quickly.
He went near her. He held her left cheek in his righ hand. Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she let her hand drift lightly to his abs, feeling the firmness under his vest.
Prajwala: Well… I guess it is impressive. My baby brother has really grown up.
Prem’s breath caught at the touch, and he instinctively leaned closer, forehead brushing hers, feeling the warmth radiating from her. God… so soft… so close… he thought.
Prem (smirking): And what do I get for this inspection, hmm?
Prajwala giggled and punched his stomach lightly. Prem retaliated, pinching her cheek gently, making her squeal and laugh.
Prajwala: Hey! That was strong!
Prem (grinning): All fair in morning battles, sis.
She leaned in playfully and pressed a soft kiss to his abs above the vest, lingering slightly, teasing yet innocent, and he felt a jolt of heat rush through him.
Prajwala: Now the score is even… I’m late!
She pulled back, laughing, and dashed to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Prem rubbed the spot she punched, still smiling, his mind replaying every curve, every glance, every touch. The unspoken thrill between them, the flirtation, the playful intimacy, hung heavily in the air, charged but comfortable.
She came out and glanced at the clock.
Prajwala: Hey kiddo, Mom and Dad are waiting… hurry up!
Prem chuckled, finishing his preparations, both of them still carrying the warmth and thrill of their playful, sensual morning interactions.
The moonlight spilled softly across the room, casting silver streaks on the sheets where Prem and Prajwala lay close, her boobs were getting crushed on his wide chest.
Their arms and legs tangled slightly, a familiar habit of comfort from years of sleeping together. Prem’s dreams were vivid, carrying him to thoughts of him fucking Sofiya slowly and steadily, but the warmth of Prajwala’s body pressed against his side made everything blur.
Subtle, unconscious movements of his hips pressed his hard dick against her pussy over her jeans. At the same time, Prajwala shifted slightly, mirroring his motions, pressing her cunt softly against his member in the dim glow.
Suddenly, a wet, light touch traced his neck. Prem’s eyes snapped open, heart pounding. It wasn’t a dream. Prajwala was there, cheeks flushed, eyes closed, hair spilling over her shoulders, lips slightly parted.
Prem jolted back instinctively, his hand pushing Prajwala gently but firmly after feeling a wet, unexpected touch of her tongue on his neck. They froze, eyes meeting in the dim moonlight.
Prem’s chest heaved slightly, his heart pounding. His eyes widened in shock, but even in that moment, he couldn’t help silently admiring her curves, the smoothness of her skin, the gentle rise and fall of her chest making her cleavage lockable, and the way her hair framed her flushed face.
Prem (thinking): God… she looks… amazing… every time… why now… why like this… her lips... so juicy... those mangoes... ufffff... stay calm, stay calm.
Prajwala, caught entirely off-guard, staggered back slightly, her cheeks flaming crimson. Her eyes filled with guilt as she realized what had just happened, and she clutched at the blanket instinctively.
Prajwala (thinking, panicked): Oh no… he must think I... I... I am a horny bitch… I didn’t mean… I wasn’t—ugh, how could this happen? I made him uncomfortable… poor kiddo...
Her body tensed, but despite her shock and embarrassment, she couldn’t deny the lingering warmth of his proximity that made her chest rise and fall.
He was silently caught between shock and desire, she was drowning in guilt and worry, before she finally murmured an apology, her voice soft and hesitant, reaching across the tension.
Prajwala: I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I just…
Prem’s pulse continued racing, and he looked away briefly, still trying to collect his thoughts, while his mind whispered to itself: “She has no idea… she doesn’t even know what she does to me…”
He jolted upright, muscles tense, bare feet touching the cool floor. Rushing to the bathroom, he leaned over the sink, gripping it tightly, trying to steady his racing thoughts.
Prem (to himself, low and husky): Calm down… it’s just an accident. She didn’t mean… It’s fine. But… damn, why did it feel so real? Why did my body... ugh… my mind... no, focus. She’s… she’s my elder sister... I can't like like that...
He splashed cold water on his face, trying to shake the lingering warmth of her touch from his skin. His mind replayed the moments, the soft pressure of her boobs, her warm breath, the faint brush of her hair, the feel of her thick thighs on his groin. Each memory made his pulse spike.
Meanwhile, Prajwala lay back on her bed, cheeks still flushed, heart racing. She buried her face slightly in the pillow, feeling guilty and embarrassed.
Prajwala (whispering softly to herself): Oh God…What must he be thinking about me?... how could I? It wasn’t intentional… it was just… a dream, but why did I move like that? I didn’t mean to… he’s probably so uncomfortable now… I need to… make it right.
She curled slightly, pressing the blanket closer around her, lingering in the warmth of her own embarrassment and the fleeting memory of his body so close. She resolved to approach him carefully, to soothe any awkwardness.
Prem, in the bathroom, ran a hand through his damp hair, bare chest glistening slightly under the pale light. He was frustrated with himself, partially guilty, partially lustful. His mind kept circling the sensation of her against him, the softness of her skin, and the warmth of her presence.
Prem (muttering to himself): Focus… it was an accident. Calm down. Don’t overthink it… But damn… she’s so fucking awesome… so soft… how do I even… just… breathe.
After a few moments, he leaned back against the sink, trying to center himself. Prajwala, her guilt mingled with lingering warmth, decided to quietly return to him, to make him comfortable, unaware of the storm of lust and confusion in his mind.
He stepped out of the bathroom and his eyes instinctively went to Prajwala’s bed, where she was lying on her stomach. He caught a glimpse of her and felt a tingle in his dick. But he quickly restrained himself, turned away, and silently went to his own bed, lying down on his back he closed his eyes.
Prajwala moved slowly to his bed, her long hair slightly tousled, the softness of her skin highlighted by the dim light, and gently pulled the blanket over him. She paused, admiring him silently, the strong lines of his arms, his chest rising slowly under the blanket, the tension in his jaw.
Prajwala (thinking): Calm down, Prajwala... What the hell are you thinking… You are her to comfort him...
She leaned down, brushing her hair slightly over her shoulder, and whispered: “I’m sorry… didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Prem felt a rush of relief and a twinge of sadness, knowing exactly why she was apologizing, yet craving her closeness.
Prem (exhaled softly): It’s okay… really… it’s fine…
She hugged him tightly, pressing her body gently against his, and planted soft kisses on his cheeks and forehead. Prem’s mind raced with desire and restraint, as he appreciated the warmth, the gentle scent of her hair, the smooth texture of her skin, but kept himself still.
Prem (thinking): She’s so close… so tempting… but I can’t… just enjoy this…
She pulled back slightly, looking at him with a reassuring smile.
Prajwala: Now… sleep. Everything’s okay.
As she started to leave, Prem’s voice stopped her: “Stay… sleep beside me. Just like always.”
She hesitated, remembering the earlier incident, a flicker of awkwardness crossing her face. Yet she smiled, accepting it, and lay down beside him. They curled slightly together under the blanket, bodies touching in their usual comforting way, and slowly drifted off to sleep, her mind still tingling from the guilt, his from the restricted desire to fuck her.
Prem woke slowly, just his eyes opening, the faint light of morning filtering through the curtains. The apartment was quiet except for the sound of water running from the bathroom. He heard the soft patter of her movements and realized Prajwala was taking her shower.
Prem was still lying on his bed, eyes half-lidded, heart racing as he watched her silhouette through the slightly fogged glass of the bathroom door. The curve of her shoulders, the gentle sway of her waist, the way her hair clung damply to her back, every detail made him pause. God, she’s hot… he thought, a flush rising in his chest.
As she stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel that just covered half of her breast and ended just below her ass cheek, Prem couldn’t help but admire the smoothness of her skin, the the water dripping down her curves, the faint glint of morning light catching the edges of her hair. I should look away… but I can’t. She’s… mesmerizing. He silently imagined tracing the line of her collarbone, brushing a finger across the curve of her shoulder.
Unaware of the two eyes filled with lust looking at her, she dropped the towel. Now he could see in in full glory. Her white skin was shining due to the morning light and water droplets. Her huge ass was begging for some hard slap on it. Her smooth long and thick thighs, inviting his tongue to lick them thoroughly. He was dying to savor all the water droplets on her back and shoulder.
She started applying moisturizer on her legs making her asshole and pink pussy visible to him. That made him hold his raging hard-on over his shorts... "Damn.. I want to drill those hiles..." he thought.
Applied a roll on on her underarms. He was dying to lick those clean shaven armpits,"Those would have been smelling so fresh now."
She took some powder and applied it on her upper chest and collarbone. She then wore her panty, back of which went missing in btween her ass cheeks.
Peltem (in his mind): She is wearing a G-String... She's so hot man.... I want to grind my face between those fat asscheeks...
With her every actions his thoughts were getting wild. She put on a black bra, he could not see her big boobs, but he could imagine them with her pointed nipple. The bra was going really well with her fair skin. She wore a black sleeveless blouse that was tight on her chest revealing a hint of cleavage as he guessed. She wore a black underskirt below her navel and dbang a black saree around. He kept watching her ans stroking his dick while she got busy applying cosmetics on her face. And wearing her accesories.
Prajwala was quietly humming to herself as she struggled with her wet hair. She sensed a gaze on her and turned around, following those eyes, and there she was, in her full glory.
A black saree tied 4 inches below the navel, a tiny bindi, and a small pendant resting gently near her collarbone. Her damp hair clung softly to her skin, and the faint fragrance of her shampoo filled the room.
How could anyone not fall for her?
Their eyes met. She froze. For a second, her heart skipped a beat. His gaze was calm, but intense. Her cheeks flushed instantly.
Prajwala: W-when did you wake up?
she asked, her voice nervous, caught completely off guard.
Prem blinked slowly and stretched a little, acting casual.
Prem (smirking, teasing): Just now. And why are you getting ready so early?
Prajwala: It’s already 10… I didn’t expect you to be awake! She laughed, grabbing her lip-gloss and moving toward the mirror.
The moment Prem heard the time, he shot up from the bed like lightning. Without a word, he rushed into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
A few minutes later, he stepped out, hair damp, a towel around his neck, wearing just a vest and shorts. His toned abs showed clearly through the fabric as he wiped his head.
He quickly pulled on his pants, then reached for his shirt. As he slipped one arm through the sleeve, he looked at her through the mirror.
Prem: Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?
But she didn’t respond. She was staring. Right at his abs.
He paused, noticing her gaze, then raised an eyebrow, teasingly.
Prem: Praju?
She blinked and quickly looked away, pretending to fix her bindi.
Prajwala: W-what? she said, a little too quickly.
He went near her. He held her left cheek in his righ hand. Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she let her hand drift lightly to his abs, feeling the firmness under his vest.
Prajwala: Well… I guess it is impressive. My baby brother has really grown up.
Prem’s breath caught at the touch, and he instinctively leaned closer, forehead brushing hers, feeling the warmth radiating from her. God… so soft… so close… he thought.
Prem (smirking): And what do I get for this inspection, hmm?
Prajwala giggled and punched his stomach lightly. Prem retaliated, pinching her cheek gently, making her squeal and laugh.
Prajwala: Hey! That was strong!
Prem (grinning): All fair in morning battles, sis.
She leaned in playfully and pressed a soft kiss to his abs above the vest, lingering slightly, teasing yet innocent, and he felt a jolt of heat rush through him.
Prajwala: Now the score is even… I’m late!
She pulled back, laughing, and dashed to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Prem rubbed the spot she punched, still smiling, his mind replaying every curve, every glance, every touch. The unspoken thrill between them, the flirtation, the playful intimacy, hung heavily in the air, charged but comfortable.
She came out and glanced at the clock.
Prajwala: Hey kiddo, Mom and Dad are waiting… hurry up!
Prem chuckled, finishing his preparations, both of them still carrying the warmth and thrill of their playful, sensual morning interactions.
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