04-12-2025, 08:42 PM
## Update 173: The Sister and the Secret (Avi and Heena)
I secured my admission to college. Komal was placed in the biology section, and I was in the math section. It didn't matter much; we would only be separated for those specific subjects. For the rest of the classes, the two sections would merge and sit together.
A full month still stretched before the start of college. Komal plunged into preparations, her focus entirely on academics. Her father had bought her a new laptop, and she spent her days absorbed in her studies.
I, however, got back to my own immediate agenda. I started riding my bike to the city daily, feeling the freedom of the road. I spent my time hanging out with Pankaj and Karim.
Within days, Karim, Pankaj, and I forged a strong friendship. While they had existing city friends, they seemed to genuinely enjoy my company. Soon, I was regularly visiting both Karim's and Pankaj's homes, parking my bike near their gates.
At Karim’s house, besides his mother and father, he had three older sisters. The eldest was Heena, followed by Soniya, and the youngest was Sofia. Karim was the baby of the family.
Pankaj's family was smaller: his mother, his father, and one sister named Ritu, who had already graduated from our college.
I visited their homes countless times over the month, quickly becoming close with both families. It genuinely felt like I was becoming a part of their household dynamics.
My daily trips to the city did raise a slight alarm at home. Suman Chachi, questioned me two or three times about why I was going to the city every single day. I deflected her curiosity easily with vague answers about meeting college friends.
Three weeks passed quickly, filled with hanging out with Karim and Pankaj in the city. Now, only a week remained until college was scheduled to begin.
At Karim's house, we were talking in his room, lying on the bed.
"Dude, college starts in exactly a week," Karim stretched, looking at the ceiling, yawning.
"Yes, dude," I nodded, resting my hands behind my head. "Then we'll be able to have fun and study at the same time in college."
"Tell me one thing honestly, Avi," Karim turned to me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you have a girlfriend right now?"
"Where would I find a girlfriend in a small village?" I countered, deflecting the question easily. *(The fewer people who know about Mala, the better,)* I thought, keeping my past a secret. "Do *you* have one?"
"I used to," Karim sighed, picking at a loose thread on the blanket. "Not anymore, though."
"Did she break up with you, then?" I asked, my voice flat, expecting the usual answer.
"You could say that the circumstances forced us to break up," Karim shrugged, glancing away, avoiding my eyes.
"Tell me what actually happened," I insisted, leaning in, curious about the drama.
"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Karim leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
"I won't even tell Pankaj," I assured him, putting my hand over my mouth in a promise gesture. "Now speak."
"One day I was having sex with her at her house, and her mom walked in and saw us," Karim confessed, his face flushing faintly, shame crossing his features. "Since then, her mom immediately sent her to a relative's house in another city."
"What rotten luck you have, man," I whistled softly, a rueful smile spreading across my face.
"I'm going to find a new girlfriend the second I start college," Karim pounded his fist softly on his thigh, determination in his voice.
"But did your first girlfriend actually break up with you, even after all that?" I pressed, trying to understand the relationship status.
"No," Karim shook his head. "But until she comes back to the city, I have no choice but to find someone else to take care of my needs."
"Right. Keep at it," I smirked, appreciating his honest pragmatism and direct need.
Just then, Karim's mom called out from the hallway. Karim left the room and returned a few minutes later, holding my bike keys.
"I'm going to take your bike for a little while and come right back," Karim offered an explanation, jingling the keys. "You wait here for me until then."
"Where are you going?" I asked, sitting up straight.
"Mom needs to get some urgent stuff from the market," Karim explained quickly. "My bike isn't working today."
"Okay, take it," I tossed him the keys, shrugging. "I'll watch TV until you get back."
Karim and his mom left for the market. I turned on the television and started flipping channels aimlessly.
A little while later, Heena, Karim's eldest sister, walked in to watch TV.
"What are you watching, Avi?" Heena stood near the screen, looking down at me.
"Nothing special," I replied, clicking the remote aimlessly. "Just changing the channels to kill time."
Heena was fair-skinned, with a strikingly perfect figure: 36-24-38. At twenty-four, she was vibrant and very aware of her appeal. Anyone's heart would instantly fall for the way she carried herself and her figure. The more I looked at her, the more I was drawn in, feeling a strong pull.
I had talked with Heena many times before; she spoke easily and without awkwardness. I'd only exchanged a brief "hello" with Karim's other sister, Soniya, a couple of times in passing. I hadn't had any real conversation with Sofia yet.
"Turn off the TV," Heena reached for the remote, her hand hovering.
I held the remote firmly, pulling it back. "If I turn off the TV, how am I supposed to pass the time while I wait?"
"By talking to me, instead," Heena offered a direct alternative, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"What will I talk to you about?" I asked, my heart beginning to pound a strange, quick rhythm against my ribs.
"Anything at all," Heena replied, meeting my gaze, her eyes steady.
I felt a sudden rush of daring, a heat rising in my face. "I can say anything, really?"
"Yes, Avi. Anything," Heena confirmed, a challenging light in her eyes.
"Then tell me honestly," I asked, the words catching slightly in my throat, sounding rougher than I intended, "what color panty are you wearing right now?" A wave of crushing fear hit me instantly. *What if Heena got angry and told Karim?* The question was out before I could stop it, burning in the air between us.
Heena paused for a single, long breath, holding my gaze. Then she answered casually, as if I had asked her for the time. "Pink color."
I couldn't believe my ears. My mind went utterly blank, ringing with the single word. I was sure Heena would fly into a rage and yell, but she just told me the color plainly. She said it as easily as if someone had asked her name. My mouth was left wide open, utterly speechless. I had nothing at all to say in return.
My heart was hammering so hard it felt like it would break my ribs. My whole body suddenly felt heavy and hot. A sudden, deep pressure settled in my *lund*. The audacity of her answer shook me completely.
"What happened, Avi?" Heena laughed softly, amused by my stunned reaction, her eyes sparkling. "Where did you get lost in your own thoughts?"
-----
I secured my admission to college. Komal was placed in the biology section, and I was in the math section. It didn't matter much; we would only be separated for those specific subjects. For the rest of the classes, the two sections would merge and sit together.
A full month still stretched before the start of college. Komal plunged into preparations, her focus entirely on academics. Her father had bought her a new laptop, and she spent her days absorbed in her studies.
I, however, got back to my own immediate agenda. I started riding my bike to the city daily, feeling the freedom of the road. I spent my time hanging out with Pankaj and Karim.
Within days, Karim, Pankaj, and I forged a strong friendship. While they had existing city friends, they seemed to genuinely enjoy my company. Soon, I was regularly visiting both Karim's and Pankaj's homes, parking my bike near their gates.
At Karim’s house, besides his mother and father, he had three older sisters. The eldest was Heena, followed by Soniya, and the youngest was Sofia. Karim was the baby of the family.
Pankaj's family was smaller: his mother, his father, and one sister named Ritu, who had already graduated from our college.
I visited their homes countless times over the month, quickly becoming close with both families. It genuinely felt like I was becoming a part of their household dynamics.
My daily trips to the city did raise a slight alarm at home. Suman Chachi, questioned me two or three times about why I was going to the city every single day. I deflected her curiosity easily with vague answers about meeting college friends.
Three weeks passed quickly, filled with hanging out with Karim and Pankaj in the city. Now, only a week remained until college was scheduled to begin.
At Karim's house, we were talking in his room, lying on the bed.
"Dude, college starts in exactly a week," Karim stretched, looking at the ceiling, yawning.
"Yes, dude," I nodded, resting my hands behind my head. "Then we'll be able to have fun and study at the same time in college."
"Tell me one thing honestly, Avi," Karim turned to me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you have a girlfriend right now?"
"Where would I find a girlfriend in a small village?" I countered, deflecting the question easily. *(The fewer people who know about Mala, the better,)* I thought, keeping my past a secret. "Do *you* have one?"
"I used to," Karim sighed, picking at a loose thread on the blanket. "Not anymore, though."
"Did she break up with you, then?" I asked, my voice flat, expecting the usual answer.
"You could say that the circumstances forced us to break up," Karim shrugged, glancing away, avoiding my eyes.
"Tell me what actually happened," I insisted, leaning in, curious about the drama.
"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Karim leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
"I won't even tell Pankaj," I assured him, putting my hand over my mouth in a promise gesture. "Now speak."
"One day I was having sex with her at her house, and her mom walked in and saw us," Karim confessed, his face flushing faintly, shame crossing his features. "Since then, her mom immediately sent her to a relative's house in another city."
"What rotten luck you have, man," I whistled softly, a rueful smile spreading across my face.
"I'm going to find a new girlfriend the second I start college," Karim pounded his fist softly on his thigh, determination in his voice.
"But did your first girlfriend actually break up with you, even after all that?" I pressed, trying to understand the relationship status.
"No," Karim shook his head. "But until she comes back to the city, I have no choice but to find someone else to take care of my needs."
"Right. Keep at it," I smirked, appreciating his honest pragmatism and direct need.
Just then, Karim's mom called out from the hallway. Karim left the room and returned a few minutes later, holding my bike keys.
"I'm going to take your bike for a little while and come right back," Karim offered an explanation, jingling the keys. "You wait here for me until then."
"Where are you going?" I asked, sitting up straight.
"Mom needs to get some urgent stuff from the market," Karim explained quickly. "My bike isn't working today."
"Okay, take it," I tossed him the keys, shrugging. "I'll watch TV until you get back."
Karim and his mom left for the market. I turned on the television and started flipping channels aimlessly.
A little while later, Heena, Karim's eldest sister, walked in to watch TV.
"What are you watching, Avi?" Heena stood near the screen, looking down at me.
"Nothing special," I replied, clicking the remote aimlessly. "Just changing the channels to kill time."
Heena was fair-skinned, with a strikingly perfect figure: 36-24-38. At twenty-four, she was vibrant and very aware of her appeal. Anyone's heart would instantly fall for the way she carried herself and her figure. The more I looked at her, the more I was drawn in, feeling a strong pull.
I had talked with Heena many times before; she spoke easily and without awkwardness. I'd only exchanged a brief "hello" with Karim's other sister, Soniya, a couple of times in passing. I hadn't had any real conversation with Sofia yet.
"Turn off the TV," Heena reached for the remote, her hand hovering.
I held the remote firmly, pulling it back. "If I turn off the TV, how am I supposed to pass the time while I wait?"
"By talking to me, instead," Heena offered a direct alternative, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"What will I talk to you about?" I asked, my heart beginning to pound a strange, quick rhythm against my ribs.
"Anything at all," Heena replied, meeting my gaze, her eyes steady.
I felt a sudden rush of daring, a heat rising in my face. "I can say anything, really?"
"Yes, Avi. Anything," Heena confirmed, a challenging light in her eyes.
"Then tell me honestly," I asked, the words catching slightly in my throat, sounding rougher than I intended, "what color panty are you wearing right now?" A wave of crushing fear hit me instantly. *What if Heena got angry and told Karim?* The question was out before I could stop it, burning in the air between us.
Heena paused for a single, long breath, holding my gaze. Then she answered casually, as if I had asked her for the time. "Pink color."
I couldn't believe my ears. My mind went utterly blank, ringing with the single word. I was sure Heena would fly into a rage and yell, but she just told me the color plainly. She said it as easily as if someone had asked her name. My mouth was left wide open, utterly speechless. I had nothing at all to say in return.
My heart was hammering so hard it felt like it would break my ribs. My whole body suddenly felt heavy and hot. A sudden, deep pressure settled in my *lund*. The audacity of her answer shook me completely.
"What happened, Avi?" Heena laughed softly, amused by my stunned reaction, her eyes sparkling. "Where did you get lost in your own thoughts?"
-----
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)