Aarushi and Radhika – Part 4 (The Lover Boy)

The sound of the shower running filled the room, steam curling around us. I led Radhika into the bathroom. Her skin glistened under the soft, warm light. Her curves were accentuated by the droplets of water that clung to her body.

My hands slid over her shoulders, down her back, tracing the dip of her waist before settling on her hips. She turned to face me, her dark eyes meeting mine with a mix of curiosity and desire.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. Her lips curved into that knowing smile that always sent me a jolt of electricity.

“Show me,” she replied, her tone teasing but soft, her hands resting on my chest as I stepped closer.

The water cascaded over us, warm and soothing, as my hands explored her body. I traced the swell of her breasts. My thumbs brushed over her nipples, already hard beneath my touch.

She let out a soft gasp, her head tilting back. I leaned in to kiss her neck, my lips trailing down to her collarbone. My hands moved lower, sliding over the curve of her hips gripping her thighs. I lifted her slightly, pressing her against the tiled wall.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, her breath hot against my ear. I kissed her deeply, our tongues tangling in a heated dance. I could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with need. I positioned myself at her entrance. She moaned softly, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

I pushed into her, the water washing over us as our bodies moved together in perfect harmony. Every thrust was met with a gasp, a moan. Her nails scraped down my back as I buried myself deeper inside her. Her hips rocked against mine.

Her body writhing with pleasure as I whispered her name, over and over, like a mantra. The steam around us seemed to thicken. The room filled with the sounds of our passion, the water mixing with the sweat that dripped from our bodies.

When we finally came together, it was with a shared cry. Our bodies trembled as we clung to each other, the water washing away the evidence of our love. I held her close. My lips brushed against her forehead. We stood there, drenched and spent, the shower still running.

Later, we lay in bed. Radhika curled up against me, her head resting on my chest. The room was quiet. The only sound was the soft rustling of the sheets as we shifted to get comfortable. My fingers traced lazy patterns on her back. The warmth of her body against mine was a soothing balm.

“I need to tell you something,” I said, my voice low but serious. She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine as she waited for me to continue. “About me and Aarushi.”

Her brows furrowed slightly, but she didn’t say anything, her hand resting on my chest as she listened. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I began to explain, carefully choosing my words.

I told her about the dominance, the submission, and the control Aarushi had willingly given me. I told her about the things we’d done, the way she had surrendered to me completely.

Radhika’s eyes widened as I spoke, her expression shifting from curiosity to shock. When I finished, she sat up slightly, her hand still on my chest as she looked down at me.

“Now you’ve got someone to fuck at home,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, “that’s too submissive. So, you’ll eventually stop meeting me, right?”

I hesitated for a moment, my heart aching at the pain in her voice. “Yes,” I admitted, my tone soft but firm. “I’m not earning like you, Radhika. I can’t spend like this always. And when I met you, you were a virgin. Now, you’re not the same. You did help me get my sister. So, yeah, once in a while, maybe once a month, I’ll meet you.”

Her eyes filled with tears, and before I could say anything else, she got up swiftly, grabbing her clothes from the floor and pulling them on with shaking hands. She was about to leave when I ran to the door, stood before her, and started laughing.

“Idiot,” I said, my voice filled with affection as I touched her cheek. “The moment I had the thought of kissing you was when I realized it’s not just lust. It’s love, you idiot. I love you, Radhika.”

She froze, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at me. “Are you serious?” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

“I’m damn serious,” I replied, my tone unwavering. “Wait for a year after Aarushi’s wedding, and we’ll get married.”

Her lips trembled, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head. “Please don’t joke,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please tell me it’s a joke. It’s all a joke.”

“I know you’re not interested in submission,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “I’m not worried about that. I love you for who you are. I have Aarushi for that.”

A small smile tugged at her lips, her eyes softening as she looked at me. “You’re very sweet,” she whispered, her hand resting on my chest.

“Above all,” I said, my tone playful as I reached out to pinch her nipple through her dress, “who’s got such cute big boobs?”

She laughed, the sound like music to my ears as she playfully slapped my hand away. “How do you find my nipple spot correctly every time?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Hehe,” I replied, grinning at her. “That’s a secret.”

The room was silent, the air thick with tension. I sat on Aarushi’s bed, the scholarship letter crumpled in my hand. My mind raced, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and betrayal.

How could she keep this from me? After everything we’d shared—the intimacy, the trust? How could she hide something so significant?

The door creaked open, and Aarushi stepped inside. Her expression shifted from surprise to confusion as she saw me. “What a surprise!” she said, her tone teasing. “Is my Master so horny he skipped his class?”

I couldn’t hold back. The frustration, the hurt, it all came pouring out. I threw the letter at her, my voice trembling as I hurled every vulgar word I could think of. “How could you?” I shouted, my chest heaving. “Were you just using me? Was this all just some game to you?”

Aarushi didn’t flinch. She stood there, calm and composed, her eyes steady on mine. “Idiotic brother, listen,” she said, her voice firm but not unkind.

“All these days it was Master, and now it’s brother, huh?” I spat, my voice dripping with bitterness.

Without warning, she slapped me. The sharp sting of her hand against my cheek silenced me instantly. “Have some patience,” she said, her voice low. “Until I finish talking.”

She walked over to her laptop, her movements deliberate, and opened an email. She turned the screen toward me. I read the words with growing disbelief. It was a response from the university. Aarushi had withdrawn her application.

“The day I called you Master,” she said, her voice soft but unwavering, “you became my Master forever. Even now, I regret not losing my virginity to you. Master, how could you suspect your slave?”

My anger evaporated, replaced by a wave of guilt and affection. I pulled her into a tight hug, my lips finding hers in a desperate, apologetic kiss. “You did all this for me?” I murmured against her lips. “You’re the best sister in the world.”

She laughed, a sound so light and carefree it made my heart ache. “Fuck off,” she said, her tone playful. “I did it for my Master and his dick.”

Her hand slid between us, her fingers brushing against the growing bulge in my pants. I groaned, my hands fumbling with the waistband of her chudidar. It was tight, frustratingly so. She laughed again as I struggled. “Stop watching porn,” she teased, her fingers deftly untying the knot. “Wait, remove it.”

Once the chudidar was off, I tore at her bra, the fabric giving way with a satisfying rip. “Now, what do you say?” I asked, my voice low and rough.

Aarushi pouted, her expression mock-serious. “Master, that’s a costly one. I need a new one.”

“Earn it,” I growled, my hands gripping her hips.

“I know how,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. She dropped to her knees, her hands sliding up my thighs as she took me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip. Her lips slid down my length with practised ease. It was all I could do to keep from moaning aloud.

In less than five minutes, I was cumming. My release spilling into her mouth as she swallowed every drop. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire, and I knew I was hers completely.

Later, as we lay together on the bed, Aarushi told me about her decision to get married. “I met the groom’s mother today,” she said, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. “He’s a marine engineer who belongs to our caste. He’ll be home four months a year, the rest on the ship. Only his mother is alive, and he’s the only child.”

I felt a pang of jealousy, but I pushed it aside. “We’ll take a house near our home,” she said, her voice firm. “So I can stay close to our family and you.”

She smiled, her lips brushing against my skin. “Four months,” she said, her voice teasing. “You won’t be able to fuck me during those four months, Master.”

I chuckled, my hand sliding down to cup her ass. “We’ll find a way,” I said, my voice low and full of promise.

But as I lay there, her body pressed against mine, I realized something. A girl’s love is much deeper than a guy’s love. And in that moment, I knew I would do anything to keep her close, to protect what we had, no matter the cost.

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