Love, Lust, and Confession: Part-8

The next morning, I woke. The thoughts of everything that had happened last night hit me immediately. The room was silent but not peaceful. It was the kind of silence that followed the chaos of things that happened last night.

Radhika was sitting at the edge of the bed, motionless. Her knees were drawn to her chest and covered only by a blanket she had wrapped tightly around her naked body. Her hair, usually straight and shining, now was hanging lifeless and tangled around her face, strands were stuck to her damp skin.

Her shoulders were hunched. The way she was sitting silent as if she was frozen in time. It was the emotional and physical damage left with her from the night. I could see it in the way her fingers gripped the edge of the blanket. Her back was to me, but I could still sense her quiet cry.

Her chest was rising and falling in uneven breaths. On the floor, the remains of last night were scattered like pieces. Torn clothes, strands of hair that had been brutally cut, pillows tossed aside. The red marks on the skin that told the story of punishment. It was like the room itself had absorbed the pain.

I reached out to Radhika but was not sure what to do. Hesitantly, I softly placed my hand on her shoulder. Her skin was cold despite the warmth of the blanket. I felt her shrink slightly from my touch. Her body tensed, and for a moment, I thought she might pull away. But she didn’t.

Slowly, painfully, she leaned back into me, her head resting on my chest. Her body was still shaking, but she was no longer alone. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer. She didn’t say a word. But the way her fingers tightened around mine told me everything.

She was trying to keep from falling apart completely. With my other hand, I gently rubbed her back and arms, trying to bring some comfort to her. I wanted to tell her that it was okay, that the worst was over. But I knew words wouldn’t mean anything. She needed more than that.

I held her for a while. Neither of us moved, and neither of us spoke. It was like allowing her to come out of pain. I was tracing the lines of the red marks on her back. I felt a little surge of anger, anger at myself, at the situation, at everything that had led both Ananya and Radhika here.

Ananya had always been strong. Though last night had broken something inside her, she wasn’t shattered. Not completely. When she woke up, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling, maybe thinking of everything that had happened.

Ananya’s hair, once a symbol of her strength and beauty, was now spread on the floor, broken and messy. The sight of the fallen remains of her punishment. It made my heart pain more. She had been through so much, and yet here she was trying to hold on.

Ananya’s gaze shifted to us, and I saw sadness in her eyes. She sat up, trembling as the blanket slid off her shoulders, exposing the raw red marks on her back. There was a softness in her movements that hadn’t been there before. Ananya moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

Arya’s footsteps echoed faintly in the hallway. Arya stepped quietly into the room. She seemed no longer terrifying but rather calm and mature. She was the agitator of last night, but now her role seemed different, more like a guide to steer us back to stability.

Radhika didn’t look up when Arya approached. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, her hands still holding my hand. Arya crouched in front of her, her voice was soft, careful. “Mom, it’s over now. The punishment is done,” Arya said.

There was no response from Radhika. Arya placed her hand on Radhika’s knee, resting gently on her bare skin. “I did what I had to do, but it was only a punishment. A lesson. Nothing more,” Arya continued. Her tone was unexpected for me. She was saying that with gentleness.

Radhika flickered up to see Arya’s eyes. There was a mixture of fear and anger in her gaze. But she listened to Arya, her grip on my hand loosed slightly as Arya spoke.

“You’re safe now, Mom,” Arya reassured, her voice almost maternal. “No more secrets. No more hiding. I’ve forgiven all of you. That’s why it’s over.”

There was a long pause in talk. Arya stood, her gaze shifted to Ananya, who was watching silently from the bed. Arya’s expression softened, and with a slight nod, she said, “You too, did. It’s all behind us now. I have forgiven you both.”

Ananya blinked. There was a sense of relief but also a tension that wouldn’t simply disappear overnight. Arya’s forgiveness may have been offered. But the damage, both emotional and physical, would take time to heal.

Finally, Arya’s gaze landed on me. Her eyes, once commanding, now held somewhat softer. “Take care of them,” she said quietly. “That’s all I wanted to say. We are family, and everything is okay now.” With that, Arya left the room.

For a while, none of us moved. The silence returned, but this time it wasn’t suffocating. It was almost comforting, at least for me. Ananya stood up and looked around at the mess that surrounded us: the torn clothes, the fallen hair, and the remains of last night’s punishment scattered across the floor.

“We should clean this up,” she said quietly, her voice steady but soft. I nodded, though my focus remained on Radhika. She was still curled around me. She was now more relaxed, though her mind was clearly still reeling.

Ananya moved around the room, picking up the torn fabric and gathering the strands of hair that had been shed in the heat of the punishment. She was like cleaning the physical mess which would help to clear the emotional one as well.

Then, Ananya returned to sit beside us, gently stroking Radhika’s arm. “It’s okay now, we’re all here. We’re all together. Always!” she whispered, reassuring.

Radhika looked up at her. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears. “I… I don’t know if I can…” she began talking, her voice cracking.

“You can,” I crossed her softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re not alone.”

Radhika’s breath hitched, and for a moment, it felt like the dam of tears inside her was about to break. But instead of collapsing into tears, she let out a shaky breath and nodded to me. She tightened her hands around me once more.

“I don’t want to lose this… us. But it’s all so much…” Radhika said.

“We’re not going anywhere. Nothing can break this bond,” I replied.

“We’re stronger together, and we’ll face whatever comes next as a unit,” Ananya continued, followed by me.

“Great! Come on,” I said softly, moving towards Radhika. “Let’s clean up…look at you. You are still sticky with my cum.”

Radhika nodded slightly. So, I gently pulled her up and led her toward the bathroom. Ananya followed us closely behind. The bathroom was small for all of us three together. We all were already naked. I turned the shower on, and the warm droplets started to fall on me.

I then pulled Radhika close to me under the spray of the shower. She pressed her body against me and began to wet and tremble. I held her gently, letting the water wash over us. Ananya stepped in to join. She started brushing her hands on my back while she watched Radhika with careful eyes.

She knew we needed to bring her back to make her feel whole again. Radhika’s head rested against my chest as the water continued to pour down. She was relaxing slightly. I could feel her starting to respond to the warmth of my hands moving across her skin, tracing over the red marks of last night.

I slid my hands back over her wet curves. I held her from the waist. With the other hand, I tilted her chin up. I began brushing my lips against hers, softly at first, testing her response. But she was in deep emotion of never losing me. She responded to my kiss with urgency, more desperately.

She gripped me tightly by my shoulders and neck, and she then leaned into me. She was pressing herself against me harder as I deepened the kiss, tasting the water on her lips. Her lipstick scattered whole around. As we continued to kiss, Ananya moved closer.

She slid her hands to my chest from my backside. I kissed Radhika more passionately, the intensity growing between us. Ananya hugged me from behind. Her fingers were teasing me. She held my balls and teased them, dick and balls alternatively.

She kept stroking my dick with her hand. Heat was building between me and Radhika. Radhika was moaning into my mouth. Her body was arching as I ran my hands over her wet skin, feeling every curve, every inch of her. The water cascaded down over us, washing away all the sticking cum all over her body.

I could feel her arousal. Her need was growing with every touch, every kiss. I slid down my hand to her stomach, then moved to her pussy. I could feel her tenseness shading out gradually with anticipation of getting fucked from me, never losing me.

As I felt she was more relaxed now, I pressed her back against the cold tiles. As I pushed hard, she upped herself a bit with my support. She wrapped her legs around me. I continued to kiss her neck, biting softly, letting her moan louder.

While kissing, I held her steady, pressing to the tiles. Then, I directed my right hand down. My fingers moved toward Radhika’s both holes between her butts from the bottom side. I leaned slightly forward and put my middle finger on her asshole and my thumb into pussy opening.

After feeling the texture of both holes, I settled my hand between her butts. Then, I inserted my finger and thumb simultaneously into both holes. With my hand steady. I pushed my middle finger deeper into the asshole while my thumb remained snug into pussy.

I then moved my fingers in and out slowly, keeping my hand in place. The motion was smooth and controlled. I felt the walls of the holes pressed against my fingers with each movement. The gentle stretching of the walls of both holes made it feel even more exciting.

While Ananya kneeled behind me, she placed her head between my thighs. She took my balls in her mouth from behind, smooching them, pulling them gently. We all continued the same.

Radhika was experiencing slight vibrations with my fingerings, and the pressure from my fingers created tension in her. As I pushed and pulled more and more each time, Radhika responded. It was like making her feel alive again after last night’s trauma.

As I continued her fingering, Radhika’s ass bucked against my hand, desperate for more. Her body was responding to every movement I made. Ananya stood and sat on the flush tank of the toilet. She rested her legs on the closed toilet seat. With her legs parted slightly, her posture was optimistic.

While I broke the hold with Radhika, letting her stand in front of me. I turned her face to Ananya and pushed her from her neck to lean to expose her pussy. I inserted my dick into pussy and while Ananya directed Radhika’s face to her pussy.

All of us were doing our assignments. I began stroking Radhika’s pussy, and Radhika started licking Ananya’s clit. Ananya was showering all of us with a hand shower. I could feel the sensual setting we built inside the washroom. The need in all of us was growing stronger with every passing move.

Ananya’s breath was becoming faster from pussy lick. While Radhika moaned and licked Ananya’s pussy simultaneously. Yet pushing her ass to my dick for deeper and deeper penetrations.

Radhika trembled with the intensity. She gasped, her nails digging into Ananya’s thighs. I pushed deeper, every movement driving her closer to the peak of pleasure.

I felt I was near. My body also tensed now as her moans grew louder and louder. Her hard, muffled cries were not stopped. I continued to thrust into her, our wet bodies tangled in the steam and water. I gradually got pushed closer to the edge. I could feel myself losing control.

After a few final thrusts, I cum on her. My body was shaking with the release, while her body was still trembling from her orgasms. I cum on her ass, barely two or three drops. My dick was paining from multiple ejaculations of last night.

For a few moments, I just stood there, catching my breath. Ananya came closer to me with a soft smile and hugged me with the thought that everything was okay. We bathed and came out wrapped in towels as we freshened up.

As we were having breakfast, I said, looking at Ananya, “Better you visit a salon and fix your haircut today. You are beautiful enough that in any look, your beauty will be enhanced”.

Ananya replied, “Yeah! I have to”.

Then I asked Radhika, “You okay?”

She nodded, though her gaze remained distant, lost in thought. “I think so. But it’s just hard to shake off.”

“I know,” I replied, squeezing her hand gently. “But we’ll get through this together. We have each other.”

“I don’t want this to end. This moment, this feeling… I want to hold onto it,” Radhika said.

Ananya followed Radhika, “Yes Mom! We are all one and will stay together forever.”

“Then let’s make sure we do. We’ll create more moments like this. Together,” I replied.

With this, Radhika, Ananya, and I stood together, more connected than ever, ready to embrace the future with newfound passion. This was not just a resolution. It was a profound restart and a commitment to navigate our journey ahead, hand in hand, heart to heart, stronger than before.

I knew that this was merely the beginning of a beautiful, exhilarating adventure together. One that promised to deepen our connection.

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