23-09-2025, 06:37 PM
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Ravi felt that sound reverberate through him. His throat tightened as he watched Sirisha close her eyes, surrendering to the touch. He had never seen innocence unravel into desire so openly. It was breathtaking, and deeply unsettling, because he knew he shouldn’t want this as badly as he did.
Neetu leaned closer, her lips brushing Sirisha’s ear. “See, beta?” she whispered, her voice low and velvety. “Your body already knows what it likes. You only need to listen.”
Sirisha shivered. She felt caught in a current she couldn’t resist, her body arching ever so slightly into Neetu’s palm. Her breasts ached for more, her skin hungry for the kind of touch she had never dared imagine before.
Ravi, standing so close he could feel the heat radiating from both of them, swallowed hard. “This is real,” he thought. “Sirisha, innocent little Sirisha, is letting Bhabhi touch her like this. And I’m watching. God help me, I can’t look away.”
Neetu, emboldened by their reactions, shifted her other hand to cup Sirisha fully, her fingers spreading across the soft swell. She kneaded gently, expertly, guiding the younger woman into this new territory. Each squeeze drew another tremor, another whispered sound from Sirisha’s lips.
Sirisha clutched at the couch cushion beside her, grounding herself, yet her body betrayed her restraint. Her nipples hardened further under Neetu’s ministrations, taut and eager, as though begging for more.
Neetu tilted her head, her dark eyes locking onto Sirisha’s face. “Don’t fight it,” she murmured. “Let yourself feel. Let yourself want.”
Those words broke something inside Sirisha. Her chest heaved with the force of her breaths, her body leaning into Neetu’s touch with a desperate honesty she could no longer hide. A soft moan slipped free, unbidden, and Ravi felt it lodge in his chest like a spark.
For Neetu, the sound was pure triumph. “Yes,” she thought, her lips curving into a sultry smile. “She’s opening. She’s learning. And she’s beautiful like this, so raw, so unguarded.”
The fire crackled in the hearth, throwing shadows across their faces. The room seemed to contract around them, thick with heat and tension. Every breath, every glance, every touch was charged with meaning, a quiet storm of anticipation and forbidden pleasure.
Ravi’s hand, almost of its own accord, brushed against Sirisha’s arm, a light, steadying touch, but one that lingered. “She’s trembling,” he realized, his chest tightening with emotion. “And yet she wants it. God, she wants this.”
Sirisha opened her eyes, meeting his for a fleeting second, and in that glance Ravi saw everything, her nervousness, her hunger, her surrender. It was a moment that seared itself into him, a memory he knew he would never forget.
And then Neetu’s thumb rolled once more across the stiff peak of her nipple, drawing another gasp, another flush of red across Sirisha’s cheeks, and pulling them all deeper into the moment they could no longer undo.
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