Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

A clatter rang out, plastic thudding against the floor. Madhuri wiped her hands, and stepped out to the living room to check.

On the floor lay a white sheet, dotted with bright colored circles, red, blue, green, yellow, sprawled like a challenge. “What’s this?” she asked, her voice cautious, her eyes flicking between Abhi’s excited grin and Ishaan’s watchful gaze.

Abhi beamed, scooping up the sheet. “Thanks for letting us get this, Maa! My favourite Twister game. I’m so ready to beat Ishaan, and show him I'm not a loser.” His enthusiasm was infectious, but Madhuri’s stomach tightened, her gaze lingering on the mat, a strange unease prickling her skin. 

“Twister?” she asked, stepping closer, her tone feigning curiosity to mask the flutter in her chest. “How do you play it?”

Ishaan stepped forward, his movements lazy but deliberate, his eyes glinting as he signaled Abhi. “Pump it up.” Turning to Madhuri, he said, “This isn’t any regular Twister, aunty. It's a 3D Twister.”

His voice was smooth, teasing, as he explained the rules: "You spin a wheel, it tells you where to put your hands and feet, right hand on red, left foot on blue, like that. Players crawl inside, contorting to touch colored circles on the walls, floor, and even the inner sides, following a spinner’s commands."

Abhi, meanwhile, pumped air into the deflated mass, and it began to take shape, a robust, cuboid structure, 12 feet long in each direction, with a cape grain finish. 

The cube stood open on its front face, the remaining sides sealed, their colored circles gleaming under the living room lights.