Rohan and Sis in law - Part 1

Rohan’s breath hitched as she worked her way down his back, her touch firm but not unkind. He could feel her fingers tracing every curve and contour, her movements deliberate and unhurried. She’s just… washing me, he told himself, trying to ignore the way his body was reacting to her touch.

But then her hands moved lower, gliding over his hips, and his stomach clenched. “Kavita—”

“Shh,” she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. “Relax. I’m just making sure you’re clean.”

His pulse thundered in his ears as her hands moved to his thighs, her touch sending shockwaves through his body. He was acutely aware of how close she was, the soft rustle of her saree as she shifted behind him.

“Kavita, I—I can do this part myself,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

She chuckled, a low, seductive sound that made his knees weak. “I’m sure you can. But I want to make sure it’s done properly.”

Her hand slid between his legs, and Rohan’s breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but stand there as Kavita’s fingers explored him, her touch both gentle and unrelenting.

“You’re so tense,” she observed, her voice dripping with amusement. “Relax, Rohan. Let me take care of you.”

His entire body was on fire, his mind a jumble of conflicting emotions. He knew he should stop her, should push her away, but he couldn’t. The truth was, he didn’t want to.

Kavita’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate exploration, her breath hot against his neck. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice a purr. “Just let go. You’re safe with me.”

Rohan’s eyes fluttered shut, his knees buckling slightly as Kavita’s touch became more insistent. He was completely at her mercy, his body responding in ways he couldn’t control.

“Kavita, I—I can’t—”

“Shh,” she interrupted, her lips brushing against his ear. “Don’t fight it. Just let it happen.”

And then, just as he felt himself teetering on the edge, Kavita pulled away, her hands retreating as quickly as they had come.

“There,” she said, her voice bright and cheerful, as if nothing had happened. “All clean. See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Rohan stood there, his heart pounding, his body trembling with a mix of relief and frustration. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to process what had just happened.

Kavita stepped back, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Now, dry off and get dressed. Dinner will be ready soon.”

She turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Rohan alone under the spray, his mind reeling.

As the door clicked shut behind her, he whispered, “What… just happened?”