Misc. Erotica Vikram's Porn Addiction comes true

[Mohit.Kumar]

The phone vibrates in his hand, the screen lighting up with notifications as the photos spread like wildfire through the digital ether. He can almost hear the collective gasp as they realize who it is. The first reply comes through, a shocked emoji followed by a string of unintelligible curses. It's Akash, his best friend from college, always the first to weigh in on anything controversial. Then, the deluge begins. Chat bubbles pop up like a rainstorm of shock and awe, the digital echoes of his friends' reactions.

"Bro, is that who I think it is?"

"Vikram, what the actual fuck?"

"Dude, no way. That's your...?"

"Oh, shit! She's fucking hot!"

The messages flood in, a cacophony of astonishment and lust. The screenshots of her face, contorted in ecstasy, light up the screens of his friends' phones like a series of car crashes they can't help but ogle. Each reaction sends a new thrill through him, a heady mix of shock and arousal that makes his spent cock twitch with renewed interest. He scrolls through the responses, his heart racing as he watches his little secret unfold before his eyes.

In the college group, Akash sends a video of himself slapping his own forehead, his mouth agape in disbelief. "Dude, that's your...sister?" His voice cracks with the last word, the question hanging in the digital void. Vikram smirks, his thumb hovering over the keyboard. "Well, she's definitely not my sister," he types back, the lie feeling strangely liberating. The banter continues, his friends sending a flurry of memes and lewd comments that only serve to fuel the fire burning in his loins.

The neighborhood group takes a little longer to catch on. The first few messages are confused, asking if it's a celebrity lookalike or a long-lost relative. But as the reality dawns on them, the tone shifts. "Vikram, you dirty bastard!" writes Rohit, who used to be the moral compass of the group. The screen fills with a flurry of messages, a cacophony of excitement and revulsion. It's like watching a train wreck, but the adrenaline rush is all his.

Raj, his childhood bestie, sends a series of flaming emojis. "Where did you find this gem?" His heart skips a beat as he considers the implications. Could he have known all along? The thought sends a shiver down his spine, a delicious mix of fear and arousal. He decides to play it cool, to see how far this rabbit hole goes.

"Just some random shit on the internet," he responds with a winking emoji, his pulse racing as he hits send. The replies come in fast and furious, a blur of emojis and lewd comments that only serve to heighten his excitement. He's never felt so alive, so connected to the primal instinct that fuels his every desire.

The woman on the screen, his doppelgänger in ecstasy, seems to be watching him even as he scrolls through the messages. Her eyes, glazed with passion, seem to follow his every move. He can't tear his gaze away, not even when the door to his apartment opens, and the sound of familiar footsteps echo through the hallway.

His heart jumps to his throat as he hastily taps out of the chat and closes the laptop. He tucks his now-flaccid cock back into his pants, wipes the evidence of his release off his stomach with the back of his hand, and sits up, trying to compose himself.

The door swings open, and his sister, Radhika, walks in, her eyes widening as she takes in the disheveled state of the room—the bed unmade, the rumpled blankets, and the faint scent of musk and sweat. She looks at him with a knowing smirk, the same smirk that's haunted his fantasies for years. "What have you been up to, Vikram?" she asks, her voice dripping with amusement.

Vikram's face reddens, his heart racing like a rabbit's. He tries to play it cool, casually leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "Just watching a movie," he says, his voice a tad too nonchalant.

"Looks like a pretty intense movie," Radhika teases, raising an eyebrow.