Incest Seeds of Sin

[Sengolan]

Hey Xossippians..........this is my second attempt of a story as my fist attempt's interest fizzled. This is incest cum adultery with very few characters. Hopefully you might like this. I have already completed this story. So I will post the entire one in parts. I hope you will like the story.  

Too young!!! Too Soon!!!!

The plastic cup cracked under Gayathri's fingers, mango juice dripping between her knuckles as she watched the aunties argue over whose ladoos were sweeter. Ravi caught the moment—the way her tongue flicked out to catch the drop before it fell, the way her lips curved in private amusement at the family chaos.


"You look like you'd rather be anywhere else," he said, sidling up to the snack table.


She turned, slow as honey, her gaze dragging up his body before meeting his eyes. "Is it that obvious?"


2 hours Later…


Ravi's fingers traced the damp curve of Gayathri's lower back where her yellow top had ridden up. The motel sheets stuck to their sweat-slicked skin, the ancient AC barely making a dent in the afternoon heat. She turned her head against the pillow, eyes half-lidded, watching him trace the waistband of her cutoff jeans. "You're being greedy," she murmured, but arched into his touch anyway.


He hooked a thumb through one belt loop, tugging just hard enough to make her breath hitch. "You started this when you licked that juice off your fingers." The denim scbangd down her thighs as he peeled it off, revealing the pink lace beneath—too new, the tags probably still tucked in some drawer back home. Gayathri made a small noise when his palm covered her through the fabric, heat radiating even through the lace.


"Virginity suits you," he said, working the dampness through the material with slow circles. Her thighs trembled when he added pressure. "All this"—his other hand skimmed up her ribs, thumb brushing the side of her breast—"and no one's touched you right yet."


Her laugh came out shaky. "You're not—*oh*—as smooth as you think." But her hips lifted when he finally slipped past the lace, fingers gliding through slick folds. The way her breath caught told him everything—how her back bowed off the mattress, how her nails dug into his wrist not to push him away but to keep him right there.


Ravi's fingers worked deeper into Gayathri’s slick heat, her breath hitching each time his thumb circled her clit. "You're trembling," he murmured against her ear, loving how her body arched off the mattress like a bowstring pulled taut. "Scared?"


"Shut up," Gayathri gasped, but her thighs clenched around his wrist, trapping him there. The pink lace of her underwear was shoved crooked against her hip, the fabric dark with arousal. "I just—*oh god*—didn’t think you’d actually—"


"Actually what?" He crooked his fingers inside her, slow, deliberate, watching her mouth fall open in a silent cry. "Take what you’ve been offering me since you licked that damn juice off your fingers?"


Her back bowed off the bed, a shudder running through her as she came with a choked whimper. Ravi didn’t let up, dragging the orgasm out until she squirmed, oversensitive. "Too much?" he teased, withdrawing his fingers and holding them up, glistening in the dim motel light.