Chapter 3: Favors returned
The cool night air prickled my skin. Vishal slept soundly beside me, his breathing deep and even, one arm flung loosely across my waist. Vijaya lay curled on his other side, her back a smooth curve in the moonlight. The terrace felt vast and silent, the city’s hum a distant lullaby beneath the crickets’ chirping. My body thrummed with a residual ache, a delicious echo of the hours before, yet a restless energy coiled low in my belly. Carefully, I slid Vishal’s arm away and shifted onto my side, facing him. The moonlight silvered the lines of his face, softened in sleep. My gaze drifted lower, past the dip of his navel, to where he lay exposed and vulnerable. Flaccid. Soft. Mine.
A strange tenderness washed over me, mixed with a sharp, undeniable hunger. Slowly, silently, I lowered my head. The scent of him, sleep-warm and musky, filled my nostrils. I pressed my lips gently against the soft skin, feeling the faint pulse beneath. Then, tentatively, I took him into my mouth. Just the head, cool and yielding. My tongue explored the velvety ridge. I felt him stir, a subtle thickening against my lips. Encouraged, I took more, hollowing my cheeks, applying gentle suction. His breath hitched, a soft groan escaping his parted lips. He was waking, hardening, filling my mouth with delicious heat and weight. I sank deeper, relishing the stretch, the salty taste, the sheer intimacy of feeling him grow alive again under my tongue.
Suddenly, warmth bloomed between my thighs. Wet, insistent pressure. Vijaya’s mouth. She hadn’t stirred, hadn’t made a sound, but her lips were now pressed firmly against me, her tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path through my slick folds. A choked gasp escaped me around Vishal’s cock. Vijaya’s tongue flicked against my clit, sending electric jolts up my spine. She hummed softly against me, the vibration intensifying the sensation tenfold. Pleasure detonated, sharp and blinding. My body arched violently, muffled cries vibrating against Vishal’s shaft as I came hard against Vijaya’s relentless mouth, stars exploding behind my eyelids.
Vishal groaned, fully awake now, his hips lifting instinctively into the wet heat of my mouth. Vijaya lifted her head, her chin glistening. She shifted fluidly, crawling over Vishal’s legs until her face was inches from mine. Her breath was hot on my cheek. “Look at him,” she whispered, her voice low and thick with intent. “Look how hard he is for you. See how his cock twitches?” Her hand slid down Vishal’s stomach, fingers wrapping around his base, squeezing lightly. He hissed, his eyes wide, fixed on Vijaya’s face hovering so close to mine. A blush crept up his neck. “He’s shy,” Vijaya murmured, her lips brushing my earlobe. “Shy with his sister watching him get sucked off by his little virgin slut.” Her words were filthy, deliberate, designed to flay him. Vishal whimpered, his hips jerking helplessly against my mouth and Vijaya’s grip. “Keep sucking, Ishu,” Vijaya commanded softly. “Suck him like you mean it. Show him how good your mouth feels.”
I obeyed, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around the swollen head. Vijaya’s hand worked him in tandem with my mouth, her thumb rubbing tight circles over his slit. Her other hand tangled in my hair, holding me firmly in place. “He’s close,” she breathed into my ear. “Can you taste it? Feel him pulsing? He’s going to explode.” Her grip tightened on him. “Not yet,” she hissed at Vishal. “Hold it. Hold it for her.” Vishal’s body trembled violently, a strangled sound tearing from his throat. Vijaya watched his face, a predator assessing her prey. “Now,” she commanded, releasing her grip on him entirely. “Give it to her.”
Vishal’s control shattered. With a guttural cry, he thrust deep into my mouth. Hot spurts flooded my throat, thick and salty. I swallowed instinctively, my eyes watering. Vijaya’s hand slid from my hair down to my shoulder, pushing me gently back. Vishal collapsed onto the lounger, gasping, spent. Vijaya leaned over him, her fingers still slick from him, and scooped the last pearly drops from the tip of his cock. Slowly, deliberately, she smeared them across my small breasts, painting my large, dark nipples with his release. The cool air hit the wet trails, making me shiver. Vishal watched, dazed, his chest heaving.
Vijaya sat back on her heels between us, surveying her work. Her own arousal was a palpable heat radiating from her. Without preamble, without looking away from us, she slid two fingers deep inside herself. A low moan escaped her lips as she began to move, her thumb circling her clit with practiced ease. Her eyes held mine, dark and challenging, then flicked to Vishal’s awestruck face. She arched her back, her movements becoming faster, sharper. The slick sounds filled the quiet terrace.
Vishal found his voice, hoarse and wrecked. “Isha… help her.” His eyes pleaded with me. “Please.”
I didn’t hesitate. Pushing myself up, I moved towards Vijaya. Her gaze locked onto mine, fierce and unblinking. I leaned in, replacing her thumb with my mouth, sucking her swollen clit gently. Vijaya gasped, her hips bucking upwards. Her fingers drove deeper, faster inside herself. Her free hand fisted in my hair, holding me tight against her. “Yes,” she hissed. “Just like that.” Her thighs trembled against my cheeks. Her breath came in sharp gasps. “Don’t stop.” Her climax built rapidly, a visible tension coiling through her body. Then it broke. A sharp cry tore from her throat as she shuddered violently, her fingers stilling deep inside, her hips grinding against my mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure racked her, her grip on my hair almost painful. She collapsed back onto the lounger, breathing raggedly, her eyes closed, a faint smile touching her lips. Silence descended again, thick and heavy, broken only by our mingled breaths under the indifferent moon.
Silence descended again, thick and heavy, broken only by our mingled breaths under the indifferent moon. The cool air prickled my oversensitive skin, raising goosebumps where Vishal’s release had cooled on my breasts. Vijaya sighed contentedly beside me, stretching like a satisfied cat, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on her own thigh. Vishal shifted, rolling onto his side to face me, his eyes already darkening with renewed intent despite his recent exhaustion. His hand, rough and warm, slid possessively over my hipbone, pulling me closer against the heat radiating from his body. "Isha," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and desire, his thumb brushing the sharp angle of my hip. I felt him stirring against my leg, the insistent hardness returning far too quickly. "Not now, Vish," I whispered, trying to gently push his hand away, my own body feeling wrung out, tender, craving stillness. "Later, okay? I just need...space." My voice sounded small, lost in the vast night.
He ignored the push, his grip tightening slightly. "Come on, Ishu," he coaxed, his breath hot on my neck as he nuzzled closer. His other hand drifted lower, fingertips brushing the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to where Vijaya’s mouth had been. "You’re so beautiful like this... finally relaxed." His erection pressed insistently against me, a demanding presence I couldn’t ignore. Panic fluttered in my chest. "Vishal, please," I insisted, trying to squirm away, my legs instinctively clamping together. "I said not now. I’m not ready." The word ‘ready’ hung heavy, loaded with everything unsaid – the untouched place, the fear, the years of holding back.
Vijaya chuckled softly from my other side, propping herself up on an elbow. Her gaze flickered between us, sharp and assessing in the moonlight. "Oh, don’t be silly, Ishu," she said, her tone casual, almost dismissive. "Look how much he wants you." Her hand reached out, not towards me, but to stroke Vishal’s arm, a gesture of solidarity with him. "It’s the perfect time," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper aimed at me. "You’re already so wet, so open... after everything." Her words felt like tiny knives, twisting the intimacy we’d just shared into pressure. "Just let him. Get it over with." She made it sound so simple, so trivial.
Vishal seized on her support, his hand moving more firmly between my thighs, trying to pry them apart. "See?" he breathed, his voice tight with urgency. "Vijaya knows. It’s time." His fingers found slickness, proof Vijaya wasn't entirely wrong, but it wasn't invitation, it was aftermath. "No!" The word tore from me, sharper than I intended, laced with genuine fear. I shoved harder against his chest, scrambling backwards on the lounger, my breath coming in short gasps. "I said no! It’s mine!" The taboo, the deep-seated dread of that specific pain, the violation of my own boundary, surged up, cold and absolute. "I’m not ready!" Vishal stared at me, frustration warring with disbelief on his face, his arousal still painfully evident. Vijaya watched, her expression unreadable, a silent accomplice to his insistence.