Unraveled Secrets

The Shameful Scret: Samarthya and Sristi's Sinful Intimacies

April 24, 2016

Samarthya toed off his muddy cleats by the door, a groan escaping him as he did. His legs ached from the match, but his mind was wired, buzzing with the early morning adrenaline. The apartment was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the city waking up.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching Sumi move around the kitchen. Her back was to him, but he could see her shoulders tense as she sensed his presence. She was wearing her favorite pair of cut-off denim shorts, the ones that rode up high on her thighs, and a crop top that left little to the imagination. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few strands framing her face, softening the sharp angles of her cheekbones.

His eyes lingered on her ass, the way it moved as she reached for a plate. He could see the faint outline of her panties, a hint of lace peeking out. His dick twitched in his shorts, traitorous and eager. He was a fucking hormonal teenager, after all, and Sumi... well, she was Sumi. She was his sister, but she was also a goddamn knockout.

She turned, plate in hand, and set it down on the table with more force than necessary. "Breakfast," she muttered, her voice tight. She hadn't looked at him since that day. The day they'd both been high, the day he'd tasted her. He could still remember the way she'd felt, the way she'd tasted. Sweet and salty, like honey and tears and something uniquely Sumi. She'd come on his tongue, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

He pushed the memory away, focusing on the food in front of him. Eggs, perfectly scrambled, and toast, golden and crisp. Sumi's cooking was one of the few things she couldn't ruin with her attitude. He ate, watching her as she retreated to her room, her shoulders stiff, her movements jerky.

She disappeared into her room, the door clicking shut behind her. He could hear her muttering to herself, could imagine her pacing, her arms crossed over her chest. He knew she was spiraling, knew she was stuck in her head, trying to process what had happened between them. He wanted to talk to her, to apologize, to explain. But every time he tried, he found himself at a loss for words. So he ate his breakfast, his mind racing, his body aching with a need he didn't understand.

As he finished his meal, he remembered Sristi's words from last night. "You can use my laptop," she'd said, her voice soft, understanding. "And my room's unlocked." His sister's kindness was a stark contrast to Sumi's cold shoulder.

Samarthya stepped into the shower, the cool tiles a stark contrast to his overheated skin. Sweat dripped from his brow, his heart still pounding from the football match. He locked the door, his hands moving automatically to peel off his sweat-soaked jersey and shorts, letting them fall to the floor. His underwear followed, and he stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

His tall, athletic frame was a feast for the eyes. At almost six feet, he towered over his peers, his white-brown skin glistening under the shower light. His abs were a six-pack, defined and hard from years of training. A hint of a mustache and beard adorned his upper lip and jaw, a few pimples scattered across his skin, a testament to his youth. But it was his cock that drew the eye. Large and dark, it hung heavy between his legs, veins visible beneath the skin, a light dusting of hair at its base.

Samarthya turned on the shower, the water cascading down his short black hair, running in rivulets down his body. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, feeling the water cleanse him. His cock, still half-hard from watching Sumi's ass, twitched at the sensation. He wrapped a hand around it, rubbing it clean, feeling it throb under his touch. He couldn't help but imagine Sumi's hands on him, her lips, her body.

Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed a towel, drying off quickly before discarding it. His cock, now fully hard, tented his underwear. He walked out of the bathroom, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind filled with thoughts of Sristi. He walked straight into her bedroom, ready for whatever awaited him.