Adils Sister Taes Him to Mall

Part 3

ADILs SURPRISE IN MALL

They had just entered the mall. Dilshad Appa walked straight into the ladies' department and called him over. While Appa was checking out a few things, he sat on a nearby sofa, holding her bag. From where he sat, he noticed two girls standing at the counter, sneaking glances at him, whispering something to each other and smiling.

Dilshad Appa called out again. "Adil, kahaan ho tum?"

"Yahin hoon apa, saamne."

Appa gave a quick smile and went back to browsing.

His eyes wandered to the lingerie section--lace bras, satin panties in soft lighting, drawing him in. One of the girls approached him, with a teasing smile. "Aapko kuch chahiye?"

Adil (smirking): "Haan... lekin samajh nahi aa raha ki pehle kya chunu."

Salesgirl: "Girlfriend ke liye?"

Adil (looking into her eyes): "Agar tum recommend karo toh kisi ke liye bhi le sakta hoon."

Salesgirl (laughing softly): "Naam kya hai aapka?"

Adil: "Naam se kya hoga? Mera mood important hai na."

Salesgirl: "Main Jennifer."

Adil: "Jennifer... naam bhi tempting hai, jaise tum."

Just as the tension built, her senior walked over and interrupted.

Senior: "Excuse me, aap Adil ho? Aapko wahan bulaya hai aapki sister ne --changing room ke paas." Jennifer is also confused. Without wasting a second, he picked up the bag and headed over.

Changing room number 5. Dilshad Appa peeked out from behind the curtain and gave him a quick gesture to come inside.He stepped in. Appa was standing in a white bathrobe, her hair loose, her perfume subtly wrapping around the room.

Adil: "Kya chahiye appa?"

appa- "Main try kar rahi hoon... par hooks bandh nahi ho rahe. Help karoge?"

Adil (walking closer): "try karta hu appa."

As Appa let the bathrobe fall open, Adil's breath hitched. His Dilshad Appa stood in front of him, glowing with confidence. Her red and blue lace lingerie hugged every inch of her soft, curvy frame. Her full, firm breasts sat high, framed perfectly by the delicate straps, and her plump, rounded hips gave her an hourglass silhouette that made it hard to look away.

Her thighs, thick yet smooth, met the high-cut of the panty just right -- teasing the skin beneath, while the sway of her curvy backside gave her an unapologetic boldness that sent heat straight to Adil's hot rod.

Appa tilted her head, letting her hair fall to one side, lips curled in a smirk.

Appa (teasingly): "Kya dekh rahe ho aise? Jaise pehli baar dekha ho..."

Adil (half-breathless): "Aaj jo dekh raha hoon appa... woh pehle kabhi dikhaya hi nahi "

Appa turns slowly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Dilshad Appa: "Samajhne mein der mat karo, Adil... jo tumhara hai, use mehsoos bhi karna seekho."

He couldn't stop his hands from finding their way to her waist, trailing along the soft curve of her hips, down to the dip where her back met her generous behind. It was impossible not to notice how perfectly Appa filled his arms -- warm, soft, and utterly intoxicating.

Adil (murmuring): "Tu meri Dilshad Appa nahi... meri addiction hai."

Appa laughed -- a low, throaty giggle that made his ears warm.

I was going crazy seeing this side of Dilshad Appa. I'd been physically involved with 3-4 girlfriends before, but none of them had a body like hers.

I whispered a soft "thanks" to Dilshad Appa and leaned in for a deep, lip-to-lip kiss.

Appa instantly pulled me toward her, like her body had been craving mine just as much.

My hands started exploring the tempting shape of her body, gliding slowly over her panties.

Appa ran her fingers through my hair, gently yet teasingly, and I tugged at the elastic of her panties--snap--it made a sharp, thrilling sound.

Dilshad Appa giggled, bit my cheek playfully, and said, "You're such a naughty one."

I could barely hold myself back--desire was taking over, wild and reckless. I wanted to take her right there, right then, consequences be damned.

But the cabin was far too small, too confining... too tempting.

Then, without a word, Dilshad Appa slowly sank to her knees, her eyes locked onto mine with a look that sent a jolt through my entire body. I was frozen, stunned, breath stolen from my chest.

My hands instinctively gripped the soft swell of her breasts, feeling her heartbeat echo against my palms.

Appa leaned in closer, her fingers moving to my waistband--deliberate, teasing--unzipping my pants with a slowness that drove me insane. The sound of it felt louder in that silence, like it marked the point of no return.

The moment I freed my dick her eyes widened in pure shock.

"Adu... I never imagined this big baccha," Appa whispered, breath catching in her throat.

appa leaned in, as if mesmerized, running her fingers slowly along my length, her gaze flickering between awe and mischief. It was big--almost overwhelming--and when appa held it, it practically covered her whole face.

With a teasing smile, Appa placed a soft kiss on the tip, then let her tongue glide over it, slow and deliberate. My mind was spinning.

When appa finally took me into her warm, inviting mouth, I gasped--Appa managed more than I thought possible, her lips stretching to adjust, and her effort both intense and irresistible.

I could feel her trying to take more, but it was a challenge--one I secretly loved watching her take on. Even when her teeth grazed me slightly, it only added to the unbearable pleasure.

As appa pulled back from mouth, gasping softly, something inside me snapped--I couldn't stop. My hands gripped her gently but firmly, guiding her forward again, driven purely by instinct and need.

This time, appa took even more of me, her lips stretching, breath catching, eyes wide with intensity. Her throat worked to take me deeper, her hands gripping my ass, nails digging in slightly as appa urged me on.

My hands found her curves again, cupping her boobs, feeling her heartbeat racing beneath my fingers. The rhythm between us grew wilder--raw, desperate, electric.

And then, in a burst of blinding pleasure, I let go--waves crashing, everything pouring out of me.

Appa didn't flinch. Her face,her lips, her hair, her boobs--marked with the moment, a chaotic masterpiece.

Appa looked up at me through damp laappas, lips parted, chest rising and falling--her eyes burning like wildfire, proud, breathless, and utterly divine.

Dilshad Appa (grinning): "koi nahi mera baccha, Yeh jagah waise bhi chhoti pad rahi hai... chalo, ghar chalte hain. Appa tumhare pasand ki lingerie pehen ke dikhaungi."

I just lip kissed her tasting my own gum on it.

Driving back home felt completely different now.

On the way to the mall, I had no idea what would unfold between us--where we stood, what we meant. But now? We weren't just a couple. We were something more--raw, open, wickedly connected.

Appa was glowing. That post-playful, post-confession glow that made her look almost dangerous.

With a teasing fire in her eyes, she leaned in and whispered close to my ear,

"I love your mayonnaise... I want more."

Then she bit her lower lip--Still buzzing, I couldn't resist. As we walked thru the store, I let my hand drop casually, deliberately to her lower waist. Fingers sliding down, cupping her soft, perfect bum, right there in front of everyone.

She didn't flinch.

But I knew exactly who was watching.

The salesgirl--the one who'd already knew she is my elder sister--froze mid-step. Her eyes widened, lips parted in a silent gasp.

Others around noticed too. We were an odd pair to look at--me, the skinny boy with messy hair and a half-lost stare... and Appa, is taller, curvy goddess who moved like sin in heels. The contrast confused them. They couldn't understand how a Boy like me had a woman like her.

But Appa just leaned in closer, brushed her arm against mine, and smirked like she was owning the entire room--and me along with it.

She liked making people wonder.

She liked being wanted.

But most of all, she liked letting them know--

She was mine.

And in that moment, with my hand still resting boldly on her curves, I didn't care who was watching.

Let them be confused.

Let them stare.

Because I knew what she whispered in my ear.

And I knew what I'd be giving her more of--soon.

I was done holding back. She'd unlocked something in me.

In the lift, while no one was watching--or so I thought--I reached behind and smacked her deliciously round bum.

She gasped. But didn't stop me.

In the basement, just before we got into the car, I grabbed her waist and pulled her close. Our lips met, hungry and deep, my hands claiming the curves I'd only dreamed of touching.

She didn't melt into the kiss.

Instead, she pulled back slightly and said calmly,

"Aadi... look behind."

My eyes widened.

A security guard was staring at us, frozen, somewhere between shock and awe.

Dilshad burst out laughing, her laughter echoing through the basement.

We got in the car, still giggling like sinners.

As I drove, still high on adrenaline and desire, I said,

"I want to shoot you nude... no face. Just your body."

There was silence. Her gaze cut into me.

"Are you going to share it with someone?"

I hesitated. She knew.

"Don't lie to me, my dear. Tell me."

I exhaled. "Yes. That's why... no face."

Her eyes narrowed. "Whose name?"

I paused, then said, "Santaji."

She blinked. "Santaji Dada? Why him?"

I explained.

His life was... colorless. A ruined marriage. His wife suffering from a severe uterus issue. No intimacy.

He didn't care for western porn. He craved something real, raw, desi--something that felt like home.

But he was lost in silence and loneliness.

Dilshad absorbed it all, then nodded slowly.

"Okay, okay... I get it. Santaji Dada is suffering. And you want to help."

Then her tone shifted--serious, firm.

"Fine. But make sure--no face. At all."

I raised my hand like I was taking an oath. "Done."

She leaned back in her seat, lips curled in that dangerous smile again.

And all I could do was thank the stars--

For her.

For us.

For everything that had just begun.