02-12-2025, 10:06 PM
## Update 148: Regret, Forgiveness, and a New Hope (Avi and Sweta Didi)
I finished telling Sweta Didi everything about my conversation with Poonam Didi and the true story of Rohan's innocence.
"I thought you wouldn't listen to a single word while you were sober and angry," I explained, my voice low. "That’s why I brought the vodka, thinking I could talk to you after you drank. But everything spiraled out of control last night before I could even tell you the truth."
After hearing the full account of her misplaced anger and the subsequent violation, Sweta Didi started crying. Her tears were no longer the simple grief of a girl betrayed, but the uncontrollable sobs of a woman overwhelmed by shame and regret. I managed to calm Didi with great difficulty, holding her until her breathing steadied.
"Avi, what have I done?" Sweta Didi sobbed, her voice cracking. "First, I didn't listen to Rohan and destroyed his love, and now I've done this terrible thing with you."
Sweta Didi immediately started crying again. I had to pull her close and calm her down once more.
"Didi, what will crying achieve now?" I said softly, rubbing her back. "What's done is done. Now, you should only think about when and how you'll talk to Rohan. We must forget what happened between us last night."
She lifted her head, her face etched with shame. "Avi, how can I even face Rohan now?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"Didi, nothing will happen," I insisted, shaking my head. "Talk to Rohan and say sorry for your quick judgment. I think Rohan will be the one to say sorry to you first for the misunderstanding."
"But..." she started, her voice trailing off with doubt.
"Didi, you didn't make a mistake when you saw the scene; Rohan did, by letting that girl get close enough," I insisted gently. "You were simply hurt and angry."
"And what about what happened last night?" she asked, her eyes fluttering shut, the memory a ghost between us.
"Let's forget what happened last night and call it a bad, strange dream," I said, trying to make the horror disappear.
"A bad dream?" she asked, her eyes snapping open with disbelief. "I have committed such a great sin with my own brother, and you're asking me to forget it like it was nothing?"
"Sin?" I asked, genuinely confused by her choice of word.
"I had sex with my brother—I did something with my own blood that I couldn't even dream of doing," she said, her voice heavy with guilt.
"You didn't do it on purpose, Didi; it happened because you were drunk and out of your mind," I reasoned. "It would have been completely different if you had done it knowing what you were doing. If you look at it honestly, I am the one who sinned. You were drunk, but I was fully sober."
"No, Avi, what happened was my fault," she said, her voice now strangely firm and absolving me. "You just did what I, in my drunken state, forced you to do."
"Let's just leave it there then," I said, trying to end the painful conversation. "No matter whose fault it was, the best thing we can do now is forget about that night."
She looked at me, a small, knowing smile finally replacing the tears. "It's not that easy to forget a night like that," she said softly.
I leaned in, a familiar smirk returning to my face. "I know you can't forget that night," I said, my voice dropping, "because you had so much fun with my lunď," and I started laughing.
"You're a rascal, Avi," she said, slapping my arm playfully, finally laughing too. "Wait right there; I'll show you how much fun I had!"
Didi immediately stood up to hit me and stepped toward me. She had completely forgotten that she was still naked and that I had only dbangd clothes over her. Didi stood up, fully naked, and crossed to the other side of the bed.
"Now I'll show you," she said, a playful spark in her eyes, pointing her finger at me.
"What do you have to show me, Didi?" I asked, my smirk widening. "I can already see everything I need to see."
Didi's eyes dropped down to her body. The realization that she was completely naked slammed into her. She let out a small gasp, threw one hand over her breasts, and clamped the other over her cunt. She spun around and ran back to where the clothes lay. She snatched them up and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
I also quickly put on my clothes. After a while, Pooja Bua, Raj, and Sital also woke up from the sleeping pills. Then we all gathered and had breakfast.
Later, Sital, Sweta Didi, and I came back to the room. Sital was struggling to hold back her laughter. Maybe she was laughing, remembering my constant beating and Sweta Didi's final, desperate fucking from last night.
I was sitting on the bed, looking at Sital sometimes and at Sweta Didi other times. I had broken both Sital's and Sweta Didi's seals. I had made both of them women through my cock. Sital's fucking happened while she was sober, with our mutual, unspoken consent. Sweta Didi's fucking happened when she was drunk, forced by my necessity and Sital's urgent command.
Today, just like yesterday, Sweta Didi was sitting by the window and looking outside. Yesterday, Sweta Didi was looking out, thinking only about staying away from Rohan forever. Until yesterday, Didi didn't even want to see Rohan's face again.
But today, Sweta Didi was looking out the window, completely consumed with thinking about how to go back to Rohan, how to keep looking at his face again. Love is exactly like that; one moment it crushes you with pain, and the next moment, the promise of hope gives you overwhelming happiness.
I kept looking at Sital sometimes and Sweta Didi sometimes. There was a secret, knowing smile on Sital's face, but there was deep, thoughtful tension on Sweta Didi's face. She was desperately thinking about how to talk to Rohan right now. I was also thinking intensely about Rohan and Sweta Didi, formulating a plan to bring them back together.
But before I committed to bringing them together, I had to see how true Rohan's love really was. After all, it was my sister's life, and my own complicated future, that was on the line.
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I finished telling Sweta Didi everything about my conversation with Poonam Didi and the true story of Rohan's innocence.
"I thought you wouldn't listen to a single word while you were sober and angry," I explained, my voice low. "That’s why I brought the vodka, thinking I could talk to you after you drank. But everything spiraled out of control last night before I could even tell you the truth."
After hearing the full account of her misplaced anger and the subsequent violation, Sweta Didi started crying. Her tears were no longer the simple grief of a girl betrayed, but the uncontrollable sobs of a woman overwhelmed by shame and regret. I managed to calm Didi with great difficulty, holding her until her breathing steadied.
"Avi, what have I done?" Sweta Didi sobbed, her voice cracking. "First, I didn't listen to Rohan and destroyed his love, and now I've done this terrible thing with you."
Sweta Didi immediately started crying again. I had to pull her close and calm her down once more.
"Didi, what will crying achieve now?" I said softly, rubbing her back. "What's done is done. Now, you should only think about when and how you'll talk to Rohan. We must forget what happened between us last night."
She lifted her head, her face etched with shame. "Avi, how can I even face Rohan now?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"Didi, nothing will happen," I insisted, shaking my head. "Talk to Rohan and say sorry for your quick judgment. I think Rohan will be the one to say sorry to you first for the misunderstanding."
"But..." she started, her voice trailing off with doubt.
"Didi, you didn't make a mistake when you saw the scene; Rohan did, by letting that girl get close enough," I insisted gently. "You were simply hurt and angry."
"And what about what happened last night?" she asked, her eyes fluttering shut, the memory a ghost between us.
"Let's forget what happened last night and call it a bad, strange dream," I said, trying to make the horror disappear.
"A bad dream?" she asked, her eyes snapping open with disbelief. "I have committed such a great sin with my own brother, and you're asking me to forget it like it was nothing?"
"Sin?" I asked, genuinely confused by her choice of word.
"I had sex with my brother—I did something with my own blood that I couldn't even dream of doing," she said, her voice heavy with guilt.
"You didn't do it on purpose, Didi; it happened because you were drunk and out of your mind," I reasoned. "It would have been completely different if you had done it knowing what you were doing. If you look at it honestly, I am the one who sinned. You were drunk, but I was fully sober."
"No, Avi, what happened was my fault," she said, her voice now strangely firm and absolving me. "You just did what I, in my drunken state, forced you to do."
"Let's just leave it there then," I said, trying to end the painful conversation. "No matter whose fault it was, the best thing we can do now is forget about that night."
She looked at me, a small, knowing smile finally replacing the tears. "It's not that easy to forget a night like that," she said softly.
I leaned in, a familiar smirk returning to my face. "I know you can't forget that night," I said, my voice dropping, "because you had so much fun with my lunď," and I started laughing.
"You're a rascal, Avi," she said, slapping my arm playfully, finally laughing too. "Wait right there; I'll show you how much fun I had!"
Didi immediately stood up to hit me and stepped toward me. She had completely forgotten that she was still naked and that I had only dbangd clothes over her. Didi stood up, fully naked, and crossed to the other side of the bed.
"Now I'll show you," she said, a playful spark in her eyes, pointing her finger at me.
"What do you have to show me, Didi?" I asked, my smirk widening. "I can already see everything I need to see."
Didi's eyes dropped down to her body. The realization that she was completely naked slammed into her. She let out a small gasp, threw one hand over her breasts, and clamped the other over her cunt. She spun around and ran back to where the clothes lay. She snatched them up and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
I also quickly put on my clothes. After a while, Pooja Bua, Raj, and Sital also woke up from the sleeping pills. Then we all gathered and had breakfast.
Later, Sital, Sweta Didi, and I came back to the room. Sital was struggling to hold back her laughter. Maybe she was laughing, remembering my constant beating and Sweta Didi's final, desperate fucking from last night.
I was sitting on the bed, looking at Sital sometimes and at Sweta Didi other times. I had broken both Sital's and Sweta Didi's seals. I had made both of them women through my cock. Sital's fucking happened while she was sober, with our mutual, unspoken consent. Sweta Didi's fucking happened when she was drunk, forced by my necessity and Sital's urgent command.
Today, just like yesterday, Sweta Didi was sitting by the window and looking outside. Yesterday, Sweta Didi was looking out, thinking only about staying away from Rohan forever. Until yesterday, Didi didn't even want to see Rohan's face again.
But today, Sweta Didi was looking out the window, completely consumed with thinking about how to go back to Rohan, how to keep looking at his face again. Love is exactly like that; one moment it crushes you with pain, and the next moment, the promise of hope gives you overwhelming happiness.
I kept looking at Sital sometimes and Sweta Didi sometimes. There was a secret, knowing smile on Sital's face, but there was deep, thoughtful tension on Sweta Didi's face. She was desperately thinking about how to talk to Rohan right now. I was also thinking intensely about Rohan and Sweta Didi, formulating a plan to bring them back together.
But before I committed to bringing them together, I had to see how true Rohan's love really was. After all, it was my sister's life, and my own complicated future, that was on the line.
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