Aarushi and Radhika – two pussies

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I want to dedicate this story to author kumar5919. I love his writing and stories. I’m not sure if the person will ever get to see this.

“Did anyone see you come in?” Radhika whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she backed away from the door, her eyes darting to mine.

“No, no one,” I replied, my heart pounding so loud I was sure she could hear it. “Your parents are still downstairs, right?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “They’re watching TV. But we have to be quick.”

I stepped closer, the air between us thick with tension. “You’re sure about this?”

Radhika didn’t answer with words. Instead, she grabbed my shirt collar, pulling me closer until our lips met. My first kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, and she tasted faintly of the vanilla lip balm she had always used.

My hands instinctively found her waist, pulling her even closer as the kiss deepened. Her fingers tangled in my hair, sending shivers down my spine.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathless. “That was… my first kiss too,” she admitted, her cheeks flushed.

“Really?” I couldn’t hide the surprise in my voice. “But I thought—”

She cut me off with a shake of her head. “I’ve never done anything like this before. Not with anyone.” Her voice was soft, almost vulnerable. It made my chest ache with something I couldn’t quite name.

I reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Thank you, didi,” I said, the term slipping out before I could stop it. She was my sister’s best friend, practically family. Yet here we were, locked in her room, doing something that felt anything but familial.

She laughed softly, but there was a nervous edge to it. “We should stop. It’s too risky.”

I nodded, reluctantly stepping back. “Yeah. You’re right.” But even as I said it, my eyes lingered on her lips, tracing their shape. I remember how they felt against mine.

As I left her house, my mind was racing. What just happened? I hadn’t planned for it to go this far. But now that it had, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The way she looked at me, the way she kissed me—it was all I could think about.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. Instead, I found myself texting her. ‘Did you feel it, too?’ I typed, my fingers trembling slightly as I hit send.

The reply came almost instantly. ‘Yes. I did.’

‘What does this mean?’ I asked with my heart in my throat.

There was a pause before her reply came through. ‘I don’t know. But I want to find out.’

The next day, I found myself at home, alone. My sister, Aarushi, had left early for some errands, and the house was quiet. I had texted Radhika earlier, asking if she could come over. Her reply was simple. I know that. Sure, I’ll come.

When the doorbell rang, I almost jumped out of my skin. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to find her standing there, looking just as nervous as I felt. “Hey,” she said softly, stepping inside.

“Hey,” I replied, my voice cracking slightly. “Thanks for coming.”

She looked around the empty house. “Where’s Aarushi?”

“Out,” I said, leading her to the living room. “She won’t be back for a while.”

We sat on the couch, the silence between us heavy with unspoken words. Finally, she broke it. “About last night…” she began, her voice trailing off.

“Yeah?” I prompted, my heart racing.

She turned to face me, her eyes searching mine. “I can’t stop thinking about it. About us.”

“Me neither,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

She reached out, her hand resting on mine. “Should we… talk about it?”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. We should.”

But before either of us could say anything more, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway made us both freeze. “That’s Aarushi,” Radhika whispered, her eyes widening in panic.

“What do we do?” I asked, my mind racing.

She stood up quickly, smoothing out her clothes. “I’ll just say I came by to drop off the notes she asked for.”

I nodded, trying to calm my racing heart. As the front door opened, Radhika turned to me. Her eyes filled with a mix of fear and something else—something that made my stomach flip. “We’ll talk later,” she whispered before heading to the door.

I watched her go, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. What are we doing? But even as the question formed in my mind, I knew the answer. We were crossing a line, one that we could never uncross. And yet, despite the fear, the guilt, the uncertainty, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.

As the sound of Radhika’s voice mingled with my sister’s, I leaned back on the couch, closing my eyes. This isn’t over, I thought. Not yet. But even as the thought crossed my mind, I couldn’t shake a feeling. We were standing on the edge of something bigger than either of us could handle.

And yet, as I heard Radhika’s laughter from the other room, I knew I was willing to take the risk.  I was ready to find out whatever this was, whatever it would become.

The door to the living room creaked open. I looked up to see Radhika standing there, her eyes meeting mine. “She’s gone to her room,” she said, her voice soft. “We have a few minutes.”

I stood up, my heart pounding as I crossed the room to her. “What do you want to do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she reached out, her fingers intertwining with mine. And then, without a word, she leaned in. Her lips pressed against mine in a soft and fierce kiss. It was filled with all the unspoken words between us.

As we pulled apart, her eyes met mine. I saw the same question reflected there that was burning in my mind. What happens now?

But before we could answer, Aarushi’s voice called out from down the hall, pulling us back to reality. Radhika stepped back, her hand slipping from mine. “We’ll figure this out,” she whispered, her voice filled with a certainty that I didn’t feel.

And as she turned to leave, I couldn’t help but wonder if we ever would.

The next day, the house was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy with anticipation. Aarushi had left for her afternoon errands, leaving the space empty, ripe for something forbidden. My heart raced as I waited, pacing my room.

My mind replayed the feel of Radhika’s lips on mine, how her body pressed against me in that fleeting moment in her room. The memory alone was enough to stir something primal in me. When the doorbell rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

I rushed to the door, my breath catching as I opened it to find Radhika standing there. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her lips curved into a knowing smile. She stepped inside without a word. Her eyes locked onto mine as the door clicked shut behind her.

“You came,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I did,” she replied, her tone soft but laced with something deeper, something that made my pulse quicken. She walked past me, her hips swaying slightly, and headed straight for my room. I followed her, my steps slow, my mind racing.

When I entered the room, she was already standing by the bed, her back to me. She turned her head slightly, glancing over her shoulder. “Lock the door,” she said, her voice firm yet inviting.

I did as she asked, my hands trembling as I turned the lock. When I turned back to her, she was facing me, her fingers already working the buttons of her blouse. My breath hitched as she let it slide off her shoulders, revealing the curve of her body, the swell of her big boobs barely contained by her bra.

“Radhika…” I started, but she silenced me with a look, her eyes dark with desire.

“Shh,” she whispered, stepping closer. “Let me do this. Let me be your gift.”

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were full, her nipples already hardened, and I felt a rush of heat flood through me. She stepped closer still, her hands reaching for the waistband of her skirt.

She slowly slid it down her hips, letting it pool at her feet. She stood there, completely naked, her body a vision that I could barely comprehend. My eyes raked over her, taking in every curve, every dip, every inch of her flawless skin. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek.

I leaned into her touch, my hands trembling as I reached for her.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

She smiled, a small, knowing smile, and then she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine. The kiss was gentle at first, a slow, teasing exploration, but it quickly deepened. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, her body pressing against mine.

I could feel the heat of her skin, the way her body moulded to mine. It was all I could do to keep from losing myself completely. Her hands moved to the hem of my shirt. She pulled it over my head, her fingers skimming over my chest as she dropped it to the floor.

Her touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine as she reached for the button of my jeans. My breath caught as she slid them down my legs, her hands brushing against my thighs, her touch so light it was almost torturous.

When she straightened, her eyes met mine. I saw the hunger there, the same one burning through me. She reached for me, her fingers wrapping around me. I groaned, my head falling back as she stroked me, her touch firm and sure.

“Radhika…” I breathed, my voice rough with need.

She didn’t answer, instead guiding me to the bed, her body pressing against mine as she pushed me down onto the mattress. She straddled me, her hips grinding against mine. I groaned, my hands gripping her waist as she rocked against me.

“You’re so perfect,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear, her breath hot against my skin. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think as she positioned herself above me, her body lowering onto mine. The sensation was overwhelming, her warmth enveloping me, her body tightening around me as she began to move. Her hips rocked against mine.

Her hands braced on my chest, her head thrown back as she moaned, the sound sending a thrill through me. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin as I thrust into her, each movement driving me closer to the edge.

Her body was everything I had ever imagined. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her moans filling the room as she rode me.

“Yes…” she breathed, her voice a whisper, her eyes meeting mine. “Just like that.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer, my body tightening as I felt the heat building inside me. With a groan, I came, my body shuddering as I spilt into her. My hands gripped her hips as she continued to move, milking every last drop from me.

When she finally stilled, her body collapsed onto mine. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we both caught our breath. Her skin was damp with sweat, her body warm against mine. I couldn’t help but smile, my fingers tracing patterns on her back.

“That was…” I started, but she silenced me with a kiss, her lips soft against mine.

“Perfect,” she finished, her voice a whisper against my lips.

We lay there in silence, the only sound the rhythm of our breathing, the world outside forgotten. My hands moved to her breasts, my fingers teasing her nipples. I leaned in, my lips taking one into my mouth. She moaned softly, her body arching into me as I sucked, her fingers tangling in my hair.

“Radhika…” I murmured, my voice muffled against her skin. “I never expected you to be a virgin.”

She laughed softly, her fingers running through my hair. “No one ever does,” she said, her voice tinged with amusement. “Everyone thinks I’m this wild, experienced woman because of my body. But Aarushi… everyone thinks she’s the innocent one.”

My hands stilled, my mind catching on her words. “Wait… Aarushi’s not a virgin?”

Radhika smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “No, she’s not. She’s had a boyfriend for a while now. Whenever she said she was coming to meet me… she was with him.”

My body reacted before my mind could process the information. My cock hardened at the thought of my sister. Her body pressed against someone else’s, her moans filling the air. I couldn’t help it. Her idea of what she might look and feel like.

Radhika noticed, her hand reaching for me, her fingers wrapping around me. “Are you thinking about her?” she asked in a whisper. Her eyes were dark with something I couldn’t quite place.

“No…” I started, but then I hesitated. “Yes.”

She smiled, her hand moving over me, her touch teasing. “I can help you,” she whispered, her voice low, seductive. “She’s submissive. If you play your cards right… you could have her.”

I shook my head, my mind reeling. “That’s… that’s crazy.”

But even as I said it, I could feel the heat building in me again, my body responding to her words, to the idea of Aarushi, of her body, of her…

Radhika leaned in, her lips brushing against mine. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I’ll help you.”

And then she was moving, her body straddling me again, her hips grinding against mine, and I groaned, my hands gripping her waist as she took me inside her again. This time, my thrusts were harder, deeper. Driven by the images in my mind, by the thought of Aarushi, of her body, of her…

“Radhika…” I breathed, my voice rough with need.

“Yes…” she whispered, her body moving with mine, her moans filling the room. “Let me help you.”

And as I cum inside her, my mind was filled with images of Aarushi, of her body, of her… and I knew that this was just the beginning.

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