Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

She cracked her bedroom door, peering out. Abhi's voice drifted faintly from the living room, safe, distracted. She slipped out, her saree swishing soft against her legs, and crept upstairs. 

The terrace door loomed ahead, sunlight spilling through the cracks.

She pushed it open, stepping into the glare, and froze. The brightness hit her like a spotlight, her skin faintly visible through the thin fabric, bra straps, panty lines, all teasing the edges. 

Her hands flew, clutching the saree over her chest and hips, a flimsy shield against the open air.

She shuffled forward, head low, the neighbors' houses towering around her. Every window felt like a stare, every rustle a gasp.

She reached the store room at the end of terrace, ducking inside, her breath ragged. The bag sat there, plain and waiting. Her fingers hesitated at her blouse, trembling as she unhooked her bra, sliding it off. The panties followed, the gel's sticky warmth lingering as she dropped them in. 

She stood there, bare beneath the saree, the fabric clinging to her unprotected curves.

Her phone buzzed, jolting her. "Don't cover yourself," he texted. "Walk back slow, free, like no one's watching." She gaped at the screen, a flush creeping up her neck.