Not My Little Sister

Chapter 16 - Wet

"Nithin Chetta?" She asked softly, she still had her head on his shoulder and she placed her hand on his thigh, "I want you to be my first. Can you have sex with me? Please?"

Nithin thought, "Damn!" Vinaya was drunk. She had freaked out after their prior intimacy, and it took him every ounce of his self control to restrain himself. He too had had a couple of beers, but her drunken state had sobered him up.

This wasn't like the time with Lisa when he had been drunk and she had come onto him. He remembered how she had come to his apartment drunk and told him that she wanted to sleep with him. He had tried to ward her off, but, being drunk himself, he hadn't been able to resist her persistent moves.

He couldn't let it happen with Vinaya. Not like this. She was Mohan's sister. She was inexperienced. More importantly, she meant too much to him to engage in meaningless sex.

They reached his apartment, and he helped her to her feet. She slumped against him, and he held her by her waist.

"Why won't you carry me, Nittu?" Vinaya asked, placing her arms around his neck.

"Because you're not a baby," he responded.

"Please?" she begged, smiling at him. Nithin looked at her face and felt his resistance crumble. He would indulge her just once, he decided, and took her in his arms. She felt so tiny and delicate in his embrace.

He could feel her breath on his jaw as she leaned her face against his shoulder and looked up at him. He felt his heart race, and his blood rushed downstairs. He let out a deep breath as he reached his apartment and lowered her onto the futon.

"Are you kidding?" she slurred at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, using it as leverage to propel her body up onto him again and wrap her legs around him.

"Vinaya!" Nithin gasped. No, this couldn't happen.

"Nithin chetta, kiss me, please?" she whispered.

"Yaya, not like this," he told her, his voice soft and tender.

"You didn't mind fucking Lisa," Vinaya persisted, tears glistening, "why not me?"

"Yaya, we'll talk about it in the morning," Nithin told her.

"Can I at least sleep on your bed?" she asked him, her voice husky and her face inches from him, her body against his.

He nodded and walked to his room. This was a bad idea, but he didn't know what else to do. She rested her head on his shoulder and released a contented hum, "mmmm" before saying, "your futon smells really bad. Like food and fart."

Nithin chuckled. "Sorry."

He lowered her onto his bed and removed his shirt and jeans. He was in his boxers, and it had formed a tent around his arousal. As he picked up shorts to pull over it, he heard Vinaya giggle.

"Oh, it's just your brain that rejected me, not your body."

Nithin smiled at her observation. It was definitely true. He climbed into bed next to her, pulling the covers over both of them.

Vinaya looked him up and down. "Are you sleeping shirtless?"

"I can put on a shirt if you are uncomfortable," he said, then he corrected himself, "I'll put on a shirt, wait." He tried to get up, but she wrapped her hands around him, and snuggled against his chest, mumbling, "I want to sleep naked too. Unzip me, Nittu."