Not My Little Sister

Chapter 48: Claiming her

Tw: mature sexual content. Will annotate with ❤️

Nithin carried her into his bedroom, depositing her gently onto the bed. She looked breathtaking, and she was his. He took a moment to feast his eyes on her: her delicate features, eyebrows raised in a question, wide eyes brimming with anticipation, parting lips, hair splayed around her head like a lion's mane. Her heaving chest and tight abdomen—all his. She belonged to him.

"Nittu," she whispered as he climbed over her.

"Clothes!" he said impatiently.

"What?" Vinaya asked, breathless.

"Why do you wear clothes?" he murmured, hooking his finger around the neckline of her dress.

She gasped. "So you can take them off?" she responded, her words breathy with desire.

He tugged at her shirt but struggled to remove it. Vinaya lifted her chest, aiding him in sliding it off. He helped her out of it, his fingers brushing against her skin, igniting sparks between them. He moved to unbutton her jeans, watching her eyes for any signs of distress. She just stared at him, her gaze almost questioning.

He unzipped her jeans, and she bit her lip, closing her eyes. He gently pulled her jeans down, and she lifted her pelvis to assist him. His movements were tender yet urgent, a mixture of reverence and desire.

Nithin leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're beautiful, Vinaya," he whispered

Her hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer, feeling the toned muscles beneath.

He removed her blue bra, leaving her in nothing but her pink panties with the print "Girl Power" on them.

"Why do you have stuff written on your underwear?" he mumbled, his face nestled between her breasts. She stroked his hair tenderly.

"It makes me feel good."

"Now I know what to get you for your birthday. Printed underwear," he chuckled.

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He kissed her from her chest to her lower abdomen. Her skin felt warm, quivering under his touch. He pulled her underwear down, and she gasped.

"Nittu... I..." Vinaya started but then lifted her hips and legs, helping him remove the last remaining garment.

Nithin moved back to look at her tiny frame. She was so beautiful. And just his.

"This is us, isn't it?" Vinaya asked in a whisper. Nithin frowned, unsure of what she meant, but he detected a hint of distress in her voice.

"What is it, Yaya?" he asked, tracing the back of his fingers up and down her abdomen, watching her breathing change in response to his touch.

As his thumb reached her sensitive spot and pressed gently, Vinaya arched her body instinctively.

"Tell me, Yaya," he whispered, making little circles with his thumb.

"Just this. Me, naked, vulnerable, and open. But you are still in your clothes. Won't you let me see you, Nittu?" she implored him, breathless from what he was doing to her.

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They both knew she wasn't just talking about clothes.

Nithin froze for a few seconds. He had lowered his walls for her, but to do away with them completely?

"I love you, and it'll break me if you disappear," Nithin confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he took off his shirt. He would peel his layers off. For her, just her.

Vinaya searched his eyes, finding the man she had fallen in love with. She reached up, tracing his jawline with her fingers, feeling the strength and softness there. She slid her hands down his back and hooked her fingers onto his shorts, helping him out of them. He then removed his briefs.