Incest The Kiss

[Oneten108]

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of Prem’s laptop screen casting shadows across his face.

The prank video timeline played on loop, girls laughing, their surprised reactions, the playful slaps, teasing touches, and of course… that intense kiss from Sofiya. Prem’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, dick raising looking at the intensity they both were lapping on each other's lips, the ways she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist, leter the dryhumping they did... all made his dick salute the scene his eyes were experiencing. He muttered to himself, trying to stay focused:
Prem (under his breath): Come on… focus. Just edit. Forget her lips, forget her ass, forget her boobs…

He adjusted the brightness, catching every detail on screen, trimming the video frame by frame, but the heat in his chest wouldn’t leave.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. He glanced up.

Prajwala stepped in, visibly upset. Her damp hair clung to her forehead, her expression sharp. She wore a loose tee that was clung to her body due to sweat, making her boobs protrude and her navel hole outline over the tee, and her gym shorts were failing to hide her buttery smooth things with sweat droplets on them, her phone clutched tightly in one hand.

Prajwala (quietly, but upset): He didn’t even reply.

She stood near the bed, arms crossed. Her voice was calm, but she was clearly holding in a lot.

Prajwala: Three hours. I waited.
Then all he says is, “Sorry, was with the guys.”
Like that’s supposed to make it okay.

Prem turned his head from the laptop. He looked at her, his face serious now.

Prem: Karan?

Prajwala nodded. She sat down on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. Her voice was lower now.

Prajwala: We were supposed to talk tonight. Just us. He said he’d call. But he didn’t. No message, no excuse. And when I finally texted, he replied with that one line. Like I don’t even matter.

Prem (softly): That sucks. I’m sorry.

Prajwala: I sat there with my phone in my hand.Kept unlocking it, checking again. I even opened his chat like ten times. As if that would make him text faster.

She gave a short, bitter laugh.

Prajwala: Why do I always do this to myself?

Prem: Because you care. And you keep hoping he’ll care the same way.

She looked at him. He wasn’t joking this time. He meant it.

Prajwala: It hurts. Not just that he didn’t call.
It’s the way he made me feel… like I’m not even important.

Prem: You are important. He’s just not showing it. And that’s not okay.

Prem saved his work and closed the laptop. He moved a little to the side and patted the bed beside him.

Prem: Come here.

She hesitated for a second, then laid down next to him. They faced each other, close but comfortable.

Prem: Talk to me. What else happened?

Prajwala: Nothing more, really. It’s just… not the first time. He always has a reason. Work, friends, stress. And I keep accepting it.

Prem: You’ve been patient.

Prajwala: Too patient, maybe. I keep thinking things will get better. But nothing changes.

Prem: You know you don’t have to stay in something that makes you feel small, right?

Prajwala (quietly): I thought he was the one. I really did.

Prem: I know.

A pause. She looked away, blinking a few times.

Prajwala: When did it get so hard?

Prem: When he stopped showing up the way you needed. You were still showing up. He wasn’t.

Prajwala (softly): Why do you always make sense at the worst times?

Prem (half-smiling): Talent. What can I say?
She smiled for the first time that evening. Just a little.

Prajwala:
Can I sleep here?

Prem: how many times have you asked for permission before, when you would barge into my blanket, suffocating me with your hugs?

She looked at him in shock.

"You!" she whispered sharply, and leapt onto him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

He exaggerated a choking sound, pretending to be suffocated.

Annoyed, she bit his neck, since it was the closest thing to her mouth.

"Ow!" he gasped, shocked, half in pain, and immediately hugged her back, so tightly it made her chest and back ache.

"You're so annoying," she grumbled, releasing his neck.

"So are you," he replied, loosening his grip.
She rested her head against his chest, then lifted herself slightly and kissed the spot where she'd bitten him.

"But you're my happy place, baby bro," she said, pulling him into another hug.

He felt a strange mix of warmth and discomfort at the kiss, he feared that if she feels his dick raising, then it would be an issue.

"I know," he murmured.

No words passed between them for a while. They simply lay there in silence, the weight of her body resting on him.

Eventually, he began to feel her heaviness more distinctly.

He called her name a few times, no response.

Gently, he shifted her off and laid her beside him. He pulled the blanket over her, watching her until he was sure she had fallen asleep.

Then, slowly, he reached for his laptop again. The screen lit up.

Prem (quietly to himself):
"Alright... back to work."

He opened the project again, and worked through the night, trimming, syncing, captioning.

Finally, as dawn peeked through the curtains, he uploaded the final version.

Prem (uploading): Let’s see what the world thinks of this madness.