Hi Everyone,
This is Sanjay again from Mangalore. I am sharing an incident with Sneha, my friend Sandesh’s sister.
I walked up the familiar path to Sandesh’s home, the Saturday sun warm on my skin. It was our usual routine—Saturdays were for hanging out, catching up, and maybe a game of cricket if the mood struck. I knocked on the door, expecting Sandesh.
Instead, the door opened to reveal Sneha, Sandesh’s younger sister. She stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe, her off-the-shoulder top slipping slightly to reveal her collarbone. Her shorts were soft and loose, barely reaching mid-thigh.
Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few strands framing her face. She looked effortlessly beautiful, and I felt my breath catch for a moment.
“Hey, Sanjay,” she said, her voice smooth and slightly teasing. “Sandesh isn’t home. He went to help Mom with something.”
I blinked. “Oh, right. I’ll, uh, come back later then.”
She tilted her head, her eyes lingering on me. “You don’t have to leave. I was just about to make some tea. You can keep me company.” Her tone was light, almost playful. I nodded before I could think better. “Sure,” I said, stepping inside as she moved aside to let me in.
The living room was dimly lit, the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. Sneha gestured for me to sit on the couch as she disappeared into the kitchen. I could hear the soft clinking of cups. My eyes were drawn to her fluid and almost hypnotic movements as she moved around the small space.
I tried to focus on anything else, but my attention kept drifting back to her. When Sneha returned, she handed me a steaming cup of tea. She sat down beside me, closer than I expected. I took a sip, trying to focus on the tea, but the warmth of her body next to mine was impossible to ignore.
“So,” she began, her voice low and smooth, “how’s work been? Sandesh mentioned you’ve been busy.”
I nodded, my fingers tracing the rim of the cup. “Yeah, it’s been hectic. But it’s good to have a break on weekends.”
Sneha hummed in agreement, her gaze dropping to my hands before flicking back to my face. Sneha leaned back into the couch, her legs crossed in a way that drew my attention. The soft fabric of her shorts shifted slightly, revealing a little more thigh than I was prepared for.
I forced myself to look away, focusing instead on the cup of tea in my hands. But even the warmth of the tea couldn’t distract me from the awareness of her so close beside me.
“You’re quiet today,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “Usually, you’re the one with all the jokes. Is it me? Am I making you nervous?”
I chuckled nervously, glancing at her. “Nervous? No, of course not. Just… relaxing.”
Her lips curved into a sly smile, and she leaned closer, her shoulder brushing against mine. “Relaxing, huh? You look tense to me. Maybe you need to loosen up a bit.”
Her words hung in the air, layered with a meaning I wasn’t sure. I cleared my throat, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m fine. Just… a long week.”
She tilted her head, eyes scanning my face as if she could see through me. “Sanjay, you don’t have to be so guarded around me. I don’t bite… unless you want me to.”
My eyes widened slightly, and I could feel my cheeks heat up. Sneha laughed softly, a sound that was both playful and dangerous. “Relax, I’m just teasing. Unless…” she paused, her gaze locking with mine, “…you’re interested in being teased.”
I swallowed hard, the weight of her words settling between us. Sneha was always confident and always in control, but this was different. There was a quiet authority in the way she spoke, a dominance that intrigued me.
I had always considered her off-limits—Sandesh’s sister, forbidden territory. But here she was, flirting with me like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“I… uh…” I stammered, unsure of how to respond. My usual confidence felt like it had evaporated under her gaze.
Sneha smirked, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I like seeing this side of you. It’s… refreshing.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine, her words igniting something deep within me. She was toying with me, and part of me wanted to push back, to reclaim some semblance of control. But another part wanted to see where this would go.
“Maybe I just need the right kind of distraction,” I said, my voice steadier than expected.
Sneha’s eyes lit up with interest, and she leaned in even closer, her lips just inches from my ear. “Is that so? And what kind of distraction did you have in mind?”
Sneha’s gaze didn’t waver, her confidence shining through as she leaned in even closer. The air between us felt charged, like a spark waiting to ignite. She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against my arm.
“You’ve always been such a mystery to me, Sanjay,” she said, her voice low and deliberate. “Always polite, always careful. But I can see it in your eyes—there’s more going on in that head of yours than you let on.”
Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the heat of her proximity making it hard to think clearly. “I… don’t know what you mean,” I said, though the lie felt thin even to my ears.
Sneha chuckled softly, her breath warm against my skin. “You’re a terrible liar,” she whispered, her lips curving into a sly smile. “I can see how you look at me when you think I’m not watching. You’re not as subtle as you think.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. She was right—of course she was. Sneha had always been perceptive, always able to read me in ways no one else could. But admitting it out loud felt like crossing a line. I wasn’t sure I was ready to cross.
Her hand slid up my arm, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path that sent shivers down my spine. She leaned in closer, her lips just inches from mine, and for a moment, I thought she would kiss me. But instead, she paused, her eyes locking onto mine, waiting.
Sneha’s hand was still on my arm, her touch light but insistent. She leaned back slightly, her eyes searching mine with curiosity and mischief. The air between us felt charged, every word and movement amplified by the tension we had ignored for so long.
“So,” she began, her voice soft but deliberate, “I’ve always wondered… do you have a crush on me, Sanjay? Or is it something… more?”
Her question caught me off guard, and I felt a flush of heat rise to my cheeks. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. Sneha smirked, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
“Don’t be shy,” she teased, her fingers trailing up my arm in a slow, deliberate motion. “I’m not the kind of woman offended by the truth. In fact…” She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “…I might even like it.”
I could feel my heart pounding, her words sending a shiver down my spine. She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with mine, waiting for my response. There was a challenge in her gaze, a dare to be honest with her and myself.
“Sneha…” I started my voice barely above a whisper, “You’re Sandesh’s sister. I… I’ve always tried to keep things… respectful.”
“Respectful?” she repeated, her tone laced with amusement. “Is that what you call it when you look at me like that? Like you’re dying to kiss me but too afraid to take the chance?”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. She called me out, forcing me to confront something I had been burying for years. Her voice had no malice—only curiosity and maybe even a hint of desire.
Sneha’s hand moved to my cheek, her touch surprisingly gentle. “Tell me the truth, Sanjay,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “Do you want me? Or are you going to keep pretending you don’t?”
I stared at her, my mind racing. This was dangerous territory, a line I had never allowed myself to cross. But the way she looked at me—her eyes dark with anticipation, her lips slightly parted—was impossible to ignore. The tension between us was palpable.
I knew that whatever I said next would change everything. I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding so loudly that I was sure she could hear it. Her eyes were still locked on mine, expecting me to be honest. I felt fear and relief as the words finally spilt out.
“It’s… not just a crush, Sneha,” I admitted, my voice low but clear. “It’s… more than that. I’ve tried to ignore it, to push it down, but…” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “Let’s just say it’s more about… lust. I hope that doesn’t offend you.”
For a moment, there was silence. Sneha’s expression was unreadable. Her lips slightly parted as if she were processing my words. Then, slowly, a smile crept across her face—not a teasing smirk this time, but something warmer, more knowing.
“Offend me?” she said, her voice soft but laced with amusement. “Sanjay, you couldn’t offend me if you tried. If anything…” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my skin. “…I’m flattered.”
Her hand moved to my chest. “I’ve always known there was something between us,” she murmured. “I just wanted to see if you’d admit it.”
“Sneha…” I started, barely whispering, “This isn’t just… I mean, Sandesh—”
She interrupted me with a soft laugh, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. “Forget Sandesh for a minute,” she said, her tone firm but gentle. “This is about you and me. About what we both want. And I think you know what I want.”
Her words were a challenge, an invitation. I felt the last of my resistance crumble. The tension between us crackled like a live wire. I looked at her for the first time—not as Sandesh’s sister, but as the woman pulling me in when she opened the door.
As soon as the words left her lips, the last thread of my resistance snapped. My hands found her waist, pulling her closer like an unseen force drew her. Without another thought, our lips finally met in a kiss that felt like the answer to every unspoken question.
Her lips were soft but insistent, moving against mine with a hunger that matched mine. My fingers tightened around her waist, pressing her body flush against mine as the world outside ceased to exist.
There was only her—the warmth of her skin. The faint scent of coconut was in her hair, and her breath hitched as I deepened the kiss. Sneha’s hands tangled in my hair, her nails grazing my scalp in a way that sent shivers down my spine.
She kissed me like she’d been waiting for this moment. Her lips parted mine with a quiet urgency that I couldn’t resist. Every touch, every breath felt electric, the years of tension finally spilling over in a way that left us both breathless.
When we finally pulled apart, our breaths came in ragged gasps. Sneha’s eyes were dark, her lips slightly swollen. The look she gave me ignited something primal deep within me.
“See?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I couldn’t help but laugh, a low, breathless sound that came from somewhere deep in my chest. “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I admitted, my voice rough.
She smirked, her fingers still tangled in my hair. “Oh, I think I do.”
At that moment, everything shifted. The line we had been toeing for years had been crossed, and there was no going back. But instead of fear or regret, I felt a sense of freedom. An unspoken understanding that this was exactly where we were supposed to be.
Sneha’s hands moved to the buttons of my shirt, her fingers deliberate as she undid them individually. Her eyes never left mine, dark with a mix of desire and something else—confidence, control. I barely had time to process what was happening before she straddled my lap.
Her weight settled on me in a way that made my breath catch. I could feel the heat of her skin through the thin material of her top. I reached for her waist, my hands trembling as they ghosted over her hips. But before I could say or do anything, Sneha leaned back.
Her hands moved to the hem of her shirt. Without hesitation, she pulled it over her head, tossing it aside without a second thought. My eyes swept over her bare skin, my breath hitching in my throat. She was breathtaking—every curve, every line, every freckle.
All I could do for a moment was stare, my hands frozen on her hips. Sneha smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she had on me. “See something you like?” she teased, her voice low and husky.
I swallowed hard, my grip on her hips tightening as I pulled her closer. “You have no idea,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire.
Her hands slid up my chest, her nails grazing my skin in a way that made my muscles tense. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Then show me.”
Her words sent a surge of heat through me, and I didn’t need to be told twice. My hands moved to her back, pulling her closer as my lips found hers again. This kiss was different—hungrier, more urgent, as if we were trying to make up for all the time we’d wasted.
Sneha moaned softly against my lips, her hands tangling in my hair. I kissed down her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. Her hips moved against mine. I could feel the heat of her through the fabric of her shorts, driving me wild.
My hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her as if I were trying to memorize her by touch alone. My hands trembled as I traced the line of her waist. My fingers brushed against the soft skin beneath her bra.
Sneha moaned softly, her breath hitching. She guided my other hand to the clasp of her bra. Her eyes locked with mine, dark and full of desire, and I felt a surge of heat rush through me.
“Go on,” she whispered, her voice husky and encouraging. “Touch me.”
With a sharp intake of breath, I undid the clasp, the fabric falling away to reveal her bare breasts. My hands moved instinctively, one cupping her waist while the other slid up to grasp her breast. Her skin was warm and soft. I couldn’t help but marvel at how she fit perfectly in my hand.
Sneha arched into my touch, a low moan escaping her lips as I kneaded her gently. My lips returned to hers, kissing her deeply as my other hand explored the curve of her waist, drifting up her back to pull her closer. The taste of her skin and her body’s feel against mine was intoxicating.
Between kisses, I trailed my lips down her neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. “Harder,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.
I obliged, my grip on her waist tightening. I kissed and licked her collarbone, my hand still cupping her breast. She gasped, her body arching into mine. I could feel the heat of her pressing against me, driving me wild.
Her hands roamed my chest, her touch firm and confident as she explored every inch of my skin. When she leaned back slightly, her eyes met mine, dark and unguarded. “Tell me what you want,” she said, her voice low and commanding.
I hesitated momentarily, the honesty in her gaze pulling the truth from me. “You,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire. “All of you.”
Sneha smiled, a slow, knowing smile. “Then take it,” she whispered in her words, a challenge and an invitation all at once.
I gently guided Sneha back onto the couch, her body sinking into the soft cushions as I knelt before her. My hands rested on her hips, thumbs brushing the soft curve of her waist as I leaned in, my lips seeking the warmth of her skin. Her fingers tangled in my hair.
I pressed a kiss to the centre of her chest, just above the curve of her breast. She let out a soft sigh, her body responding to my touch. I trailed kisses lower, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her nipple.
I hesitated for a moment, looking up at her. Her eyes were dark, her lips slightly parted, and how she looked at me sent a surge of heat through me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice low and breathless. “You don’t have to ask.”
I closed my mouth around her nipple, sucking gently at first, then with more pressure. I felt her body arch towards me. Her hands tightened in my hair, urging me on as my tongue flicked against her, teasing and tasting. She moaned, her hips shifting restlessly beneath me.
Sneha’s hands moved to guide mine, placing them firmly on her breasts as she whispered, “Squeeze them. Harder.” I obeyed, my hands kneading her soft skin. I continued to suck and lick, alternating between her breasts. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body writhing under my touch.
As I kissed my way down her torso, my lips brushed against her stomach, tracing the curve of her navel. Sneha’s hands moved to my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I lowered my head, pressing a soft kiss to her navel. She let out a shaky breath.
Her hips lifted slightly off the couch as if seeking more contact. I lingered there, my tongue tracing the sensitive skin around her navel, savouring the way her body responded to every touch. Her hands moved to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as she whispered, “Don’t stop… please.”
Her plea sent a wave of heat through me. I looked up at her, my lips brushing against her as I spoke. “Tell me what you want,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire.
Sneha’s eyes met mine, dark and filled with need. “You,” she said, her voice trembling. “I want you.”
My lips traced a path along the curve of her hip, and Sneha’s hands slid down to the waistband of my jeans. Her fingers worked quickly, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper with an urgency that sent a jolt of heat through me. She pushed my jeans down before I could even process what was happening.
Her hands pushed them off my legs in one swift motion. I started to pull back, but Sneha’s grip on my shoulders kept me in place. Her eyes met mine, dark and unyielding, and a challenge in her gaze made my breath catch. Without a word, she hooked her fingers into her shorts.
She pulled them down, kicking them aside carelessly. Her confident, almost defiant act left me momentarily stunned. But how she looked at me—like she knew exactly what she wanted—kept me rooted. Her hands returned to my head, fingers tangling in my hair.
She guided me lower, her voice a husky whisper. “Kiss me there,” she said, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
My lips followed her command, trailing down the soft skin of her inner thighs. Sneha’s breath hitched. I kissed the sensitive flesh, my hands gripping her hips to steady her as she trembled under my touch. I could feel the heat of her, the scent of her desire driving me wild.
I pressed harder, sucking and nibbling at the delicate skin. She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair as she arched towards me. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Just like that.”
Her response spurred me on, and I kissed higher, my lips brushing against the edge of her panties. Sneha let out a low moan, her hips lifting off the couch as if seeking more contact. My hands moved to her thighs, pushing them apart gently as I settled between her legs.
My lips trailed down the length of her legs, kissing the soft skin of her calves, knees, and the tender spots just above. Sneha’s breathing grew heavier, her hands gripping the couch cushions. I moved closer to her pussy. Her thighs trembled slightly under my touch.
I could feel the heat radiating from her, driving me wild. As I reached the apex of her thighs, I paused, my breath hot against her skin. My lips brushed gently over the fabric of her panties, teasing her with the faintest touch. Sneha gasped, her hips lifting slightly off the couch as if begging for more.
Her hands found my hair again, her fingers tangling in the strands as she whispered, “Please…” My mouth closed over the thin fabric, sucking gently as my tongue pressed against her. Sneha moaned, her back arching off the couch. I could feel her arousal through the damp fabric. Her hands tightened in my hair, urging me on. I continued to kiss and lick, savouring the taste of her even through the barrier.
Sneha’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body writhing under my touch. I teased her through her panties. My hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as I intensified the pressure. My tongue swirled against her in slow, deliberate circles.
She let out a low, guttural moan, her thighs squeezing around my head as she rode the edge of pleasure. “God, Sanjay,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”
Her words sent a surge of heat through me, and I pressed harder, my lips and tongue working in tandem to bring her closer to the edge. Her hands moved to the back of my head, fingers digging into my scalp. She guided me, her hips moving in rhythm with my mouth.
Just as Sneha’s breaths grew more ragged, the sound of a phone ringing shattered the moment. It was my phone, buzzing loudly. Sneha froze, her hands still tangled in my hair, as she tried to catch her breath.
I pulled back slightly, my heart pounding as I glanced at the screen. Sandesh was calling.
The question hung in the air between us, heavy and unspoken
What happens now?
I will continue the rest in the next part. For any feedback, please reach out to [email protected].