Incest Jawani Ka Nasha (The intoxication of youth)

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 161: The Temptress and the Stolen Embrace (Avi and Azra)

Feeling immensely light after the encounter with Pino and Gulabo, a gentle wave of exhaustion washed over me as I headed back home. It was the third part of the day now. Stepping into the house, my eyes registered a few new faces in the courtyard—likely unexpected guests. I paid them little mind, heading straight for the hall. Just as I neared the entrance, Dani emerged, accompanied by a girl who looked to be in her early twenties.

I took a cursory glance, then was compelled to look again. She was an undeniably flirty and talkative girl. Her beautifully styled hair had soft locks framing her face, and a pair of black glasses resting on her fair, radiant complexion only enhanced her allure. Her cheeks were plump and round, creasing into deep dimples whenever she laughed. A striking red lipstick perfectly suited her beautiful, sensual lips. I dropped my gaze, taking in her physique. She was tall, with a hot body, and a confident, youthful sway defined her walk.

She wore a maroon-colored, sexy top. Her big breasts moved subtly from side to side with every delicate step. The top had a double layer of fabric across the bust, which created a fold that disappeared into her armpits and hung between her breasts, allowing a tantalizing glimpse of her fair skin to peek out. The flat expanse of her stomach beneath her breasts and the way the tight top hugged her near her thighs hinted at a substantial butt. The top finished just above her knees. Beneath it, she wore black leggings that stopped a little above her ankles. It was a spectacular display of fashion, especially for the cooler weather. In short, she was a complete temptress.

I was staring, slowly moving my eyes from her head to her toes, when her face suddenly turned in my direction. My gaze locked with hers. Her eyes, hidden behind the glasses, must have been fixed on me, too. The moment our eyes met, I swiftly looked away and slipped into the hall.

*Uffffffffff. That beauty had me captivated in a single instant. My thoughts began to race. Who was this girl? Could she be the one Asad had mentioned? Maybe this is her. If she wasn't, I would surely lose the bet, because after seeing this girl, I had already decided I would take her into my arms.*

The room was empty when I entered. I looked down at my clothes, instantly thinking I needed to wear something impressive—something that might catch that girl's eye. With that thought, I opened my bag of clothes and began to browse.

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Just then, Azra and Samina walked in. Azra spoke immediately, a slight complaint in her voice. "Where were you gone, bhiyaaa?" she asked, her hands settling on her hips.

I turned to her and just stared. Azra was breathtaking, like a princess in her sky-blue dress. The tight shirt made her breasts look like veritable bombs. I remained silent. Azra leaned forward, shaking my shoulder. As she bent, her big mangoes seemed to jump out from the deep neckline. I swallowed hard, looking at Azra, who was smiling, her eyebrows playfully raised as she repeated her question.

"Nothing, man," I said, managing a smile. "I just went out for a walk. Thought I'd get some fresh air. And you're looking very beautiful."

Hearing my compliment, she became shy, her eyes dropping. "Yes, yes," Azra muttered, straightening her dress. "I am."

"Yes," I confirmed, stepping closer. "I just reminded you. And who are these new guests roaming around here?"

Azra's face lit up with realization. "Ohhhhhh, you're talking about Dani's in-laws?" she asked, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

"I don't know," I confessed. "Some are sitting in the courtyard. Some are roaming with Dani."

"Ohhhhh, okay," Azra said, nodding. "You're talking about Shaya api. She's Dani apa's sister-in-law."

"And the courtyard is also crowded," I added, crossing my arms.

Azra burst out laughing at my word choice, while Samina fixed me with a sharp, assessing look.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked, confused.

"Because you said it's crowded," Azra giggled, wiping a tear. "That's Dani's mother-in-law, and one is Dani's sister-in-law. There's also her child."

"Hmmmmmmm," I mumbled, realizing the situation. "So many people."

"Yes," Azra chirped, clapping her hands. "So it's good, right? The fun has increased."

"What fun?" I scoffed, turning away. "I'm getting bored of them. And yes, how will I learn dance from you now?"

"Oh, so what will happen now?" Azra asked, her smile fading slightly.

"She will also come to our room to sleep," I worried aloud.

"Oh, I won't let her come," Azra vowed, shaking her head fiercely. "I'll keep her far away."

"Okay, then it's good," I said, relieved.

"By the way, bhiya, why are you getting bored of her?" Samina interjected, her arms crossed. "Shaya is so lovely. Haven't you seen her?"

"Hey, I have," I retorted, dismissing the thought with a wave. "I have. She's cheap. Now look at our Azra. Then you'll know what beauty is."

Hearing this, Azra blossomed instantly, her cheeks flushed. Samina pinched Azra's cheek lovingly and cooed, "Yes, yes, this is our lovely doll."

Seizing the opportunity, I gently pinched Azra's soft cheek myself. "Not just a doll," I corrected her, my voice dropping. "A lovely doll."

Azra, blushing fiercely, blinked her eyes in a way that made my lips ache with immediate desire. In the next moment, I leaned in and kissed her soft cheek.

Azra seemed to freeze, momentarily losing her senses. I was instantly annoyed with myself for the impulsiveness. Azra quickly looked at Samina. "This is our friendship," she rushed to explain, forcing a lightness to her tone. "Don't misunderstand anything."

"Why would I misunderstand?" Samina said, suppressing a clear laugh as she watched us. "I know you two are friends."

"Okay, bhiya, I'll go outside now," Azra announced, taking a step toward the door.

I grabbed Azra's arm, stopping her immediately. Azra looked back at me with wide, innocent eyes. "What is it, you child of Amir?" she asked, a tease in her voice.

"Man, tell me a good dress to wear," I pleaded, gesturing to the clothes bag.

"All of them are lovely," Azra shrugged. "Anything looks good on your body."

"Don't flatter me," I groaned, holding the bag out. "Just tell me a dress. Look, Samina."

"Yes, bhiya," Samina agreed, her eyes twinkling. "This is wrong."

"Okay, sorry, Baba," I surrendered, folding my hands dramatically. "Now tell me."

Azra looked deep into my eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You look so innocent like this, but ugh."

"Ugh, what?" I asked, leaning in.

"Nothing," she muttered, quickly plunging her hand into the bag. She pulled out a warm, sweater-like shirt. It was a round-neck, and like Shaya's top, a piece of fabric hung near the neck. "Wear this shirt," she directed. "And, and, and this black pant."

I took the clothes from her hands and closed the bag. As I stood up, I winked at Samina. "I'll be right there," Samina mouthed, then slipped outside.

Azra was standing right next to me. I quickly pulled off the shirt and sweater I was wearing, my upper body becoming naked. I looked at Azra, whose eyes were fixed on my body.

"How is my body, Azra?" I asked, flexing slightly.

She made an 'okay' sign with her fingers. "It's awesome," Azra said, her voice a little breathy.

"Not just the body," I teased, stepping closer. "I also have power inside me."

"That's already visible," she shot back, a knowing glint in her eyes.

"Lift me in your arms," I demanded, holding out my hands.

"Why?" Azra questioned, pulling back slightly.

"I'll see how much you weigh," I lied easily.

"Do you want to get me into the security officer force that you're checking my weight?" she asked, her hands settling on her hips.

"Just think of it like that," I insisted.

"Amir bhiya, you say anything," she sighed, shaking her head. "And why did you kiss me in front of Samina?"

"Man," I said, my voice softening. "I don't know. You were looking so cute that the kiss happened on its own."

"Now if I look cute," she asked, a challenging attitude in her voice. "Will you kiss me?"

"Yessssssss," I confessed instantly, a grin spreading across my face.

"I don't want this kind of friendship," she declared, turning away.

"Then what kind of friendship do you want?" I asked, my voice low.

"Whatever it is," she said, looking back over her shoulder. "But this kissing won't do. What must Samina be thinking?"

"She'll think that I kissed you with love," I reasoned, taking a step toward her. "And I kissed you on the cheek, not on the lips."

"So is there a difference between the lips and the cheek?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Yes," I confirmed, my voice a husky whisper. "There is."

"What's the difference?" she pressed, her breathing quickening slightly.

"A kiss on the lips is hot," I told her, my eyes holding hers.

"Why hot?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Hot means sexy," I explained.

Azra glanced quickly around the room, then back at me. "Okay, forget about this," she said quickly. "Just don't take a kiss like this now."

"Then how should I take it?" I asked, a playful curve to my lips.

"You just shouldn't take it," she said firmly.

"Not even in private?" I pushed.

"No," she said, shaking her head.

"Okay, Baba, I won't," I said, raising my hands in surrender. "Now are you happy?"

Azra nodded her head, laughing slightly, a trace of mischief still in her eyes.

I picked up the shirt, starting to put it on, when Azra's voice stopped me. "Don't lift me up," she said, her voice unexpectedly demanding.

"Oh," I said, a smile breaking out. "I forgot."

Azra opened her arms wide and said, in a sudden rush of excitement, "Come on, lift me then."

Seeing Azra standing there, arms open, I was momentarily lost in her beauty, struck by the clear invitation for a hug. I placed my hands gently a little below her breasts, on the soft sides of her stomach. My fingers sank slightly into her soft body.

"Ready?" I asked, my breath catching.

"Yes," she whispered back.

In the next moment, I lifted her up with a quick, strong jerk. Azra let out a happy "Yahoooo!" and instinctively wrapped her hands around my shoulders. I looked directly at Azra's big, hot breasts, which were fluttering right in front of my face.

I pulled Azra's body toward mine, wrapping my arms around her waist with the speed of lightning. She gave a light shriek at the sudden, tight action, but instantly, she was completely molded against my chest. My face was buried right between her breasts on her bare neck, my lips just brushing her soft, naked skin. Azra's chin pressed against the top of my forehead.

"Aaaah," she breathed, tightening her grip. "You were about to drop me."

"My arms are not so weak that they will let you fall so easily," I murmured into her neck, the warmth of her skin intoxicating.

"That means you'll let me fall hard," she countered, the teasing back in her voice.

I kissed her soft neck deeply and whispered, "Not even hard." I moved my face down just a fraction, and my lips, rubbing against the delicate line between her breasts, reached the edge of her bra. Rubbing my lips there was such a wonderful, intense pleasure that my cock, which had completely cooled down after the two prior encounters, began to get hard again.

"Now put me down," Azra ordered, her voice trembling slightly.

I pressed my mouth deep into her soft breasts, shaking my head slowly against her chest to signify "no." *Uffffffff*. My face had disappeared into Azra's big breasts. An indescribably wonderful, sexy smell was emanating from her. I had to stop myself with monumental effort from simply licking her breasts. For a long moment, I kept my mouth pressed against her, simply smelling her hot body.

Then, I raised my face. Azra pulled her face back slightly, looking directly into my eyes.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice tight. "Put me down now."

"I don't want to," I confessed, my voice ragged.

"Then don't," she said, settling back comfortably. "Keep holding me. When you get tired, you'll put me down yourself."

She spoke the words while again resting her chin on my head. My own chin, in response, nestled deep between Azra's soft breasts. I lowered my face again, my lips finding their place between her breasts. *Uffffffff*. What incredible softness. What pure pleasure. I opened my mouth and, with a sudden impulse, grabbed the side of one of her breasts with my lips. Azra instantly felt it.

"Mmmmmm," Azra moaned, shaking her body slightly. "Put me down now." The side of her breast slipped out of my mouth because of the movement.

"I'll put you down on one condition," I stated, my mouth close to her ear.

"What's that?" she asked, her breath uneven.

"First, tell me what bra you're wearing," I demanded.

"Toba," she exclaimed, her voice sounding stressed. "You remember this now? Uffffffff. You child of Amir, just let me go, and then you'll see how I'll fix you."

"I'm not going to leave you," I said stubbornly, tightening my grip.

"Aaaannnnnnnn, mmmmmmmm," she sighed, a mixture of frustration and surrender in her voice.

"Tell me first," I insisted, not letting go.

"You haven't seen this one," she argued.

"Let's see it now," I said, and again grabbed the side of her breast with my lips.

Azra started struggling a bit more now. *A knot tightened in my gut*. I instantly realized it was better to put her down; I didn't want her to get truly angry. I rubbed her soft breasts firmly against my bare chest one last time and gently lowered her to the ground. As I set her down, my semi-erect cock brushed against her pussy through her legs. Azra immediately moved back, a slight gasp escaping her lips.

Azra looked at me, then hit my chest with her fists two or three times. It was a light, loving assault, but I dramatically twisted my face into a pout to annoy her.

"Go away," I whined, rubbing my chest. "I'm not talking to you."

My reaction instantly made Azra anxious. She immediately grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at her. "I hit you with love," she insisted, her eyes wide with concern. "And you can't even take such a small joke on yourself?"

I looked at Azra, then winked, letting out a laugh. *A wave of relief washed over me, dissolving the slight tension in my shoulders*. Azra hit my arm lightly again. "You're a complete drama queen," she chastised me. "You scared me. Don't ever get angry with me."

"Okay, I won't," I promised. "Come on, now make me wear my shirt."

"Me?" she asked, surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Yes," I confirmed, smiling. "Who else? Aren't you my friend?"

"Ufffff," she grumbled, yet a smile played on her lips. "This friendship is something else. Give it to me." She snatched the shirt from my hand. "Come here and sit on the bed," she directed.

I sat down immediately. Azra put the shirt over my neck, and I raised my arms. As she worked the shirt onto my arms, she came so close that her breasts touched my face again and again, sending fresh sparks through me. Azra finally got the shirt on, pulling the borders down. While she did this, her cheek briefly brushed against my face, and without a second's hesitation, I kissed her there.

"A kiss again?" she cried, quickly straightening up, her hands flying to her cheek.

"You put your cheek on my lips yourself," I argued, my voice full of innocent mischief.

"Ufffff, you child of Amir," she sighed, shaking her head. "I'm your friend, not your wife. You do anything."

"Then become my wife," I challenged, leaning closer.

This time, Azra simply held my gaze for a long moment. Then, without a word, she turned and walked out. She wasn't angry, but she certainly wasn't happy either.

Well, what had to happen, had happened. I quickly put on my pants, fixed my hair, and went out to the courtyard. Everyone was sitting there. I went over and sat down. Shaya looked at me with a long, deep gaze, her glasses still on. Ammi was busy telling the guests, "This is my son." I made sure to say hello to Dani's mother-in-law. Azra was sitting there, too. I looked at her, and she gave me a small, reassured smile. Seeing Azra's smile, my heart settled instantly.

Dani was not there. I correctly guessed she must be in the kitchen. I stood up and headed in that direction. Dani was in the process of making tea.

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