This is a work of pure fiction. All the protagonists are above the age of 18.
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I am Ridhi. A girl next door. They say that I have a charming smile that touches the hearts. Well, to put it mildly and without sounding boastful, I must say that I am drop dead gorgeous. A real head turner.
I have long hair. Big eyes and puffy lips. The way guys stare at my bosoms while I walk past them makes me delude into thinking that I have the best pair of boobs. My flat tummy. My shapely buttocks. My meaty thighs. At the age of twenty-five, I know I have what it takes to be the hottest girl in the room.
Well, my parents are in Mumbai for a family function. They are going to stay there for a week. I am alone with my young brother. I mean my step-brother Vicky.
Vicky is a muscular boy of twenty-two. He has a caring nature and likes to help. His gym-toned body hidden underneath designer's T-shirts leave my friends gasping for breath. They know that he is a good-looking guy. But he is my stepbrother hence out of bounds.
It has been raining heavily. The weatherman has predicted heavy rains over the weekend. There is an orange alert. I am upset. I have made plans to go out with Ravi - my boyfriend. But the rains have played a spoilsport. I am sulking. I know that I am stuck within the four walls of my room even as it continues to rain heavily.
Vicky is home. I instinctively know that he is upset as well. The rains have come at a crucial juncture. He was planning to invite Maya -- his girlfriend -- over to our bungalow for a weekend. This was the original plan. We were looking to make the most of our parents' absence and have a memorable weekend. Alas...!
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"Hello sister, how are you doing?" Vicky's question brings me out of reverie. I am in the kitchen making us dinner.
Vicky takes his seat on the dining table and smiles at me.
"I am bored, Vicky. The rains are not going to stop until our parents are back." I reply with a sigh.
"Looks like our parents have a hotline with God up there. They have called Him and prayed for heavy rains and flood until they are back."
"I think so. By the way how are you getting along?"
"Maya is down with fever. I am hungry. Bored. Thanks for asking, sis." He says stifling a yawn.
"Ravi has not called at all. Last he checked his WhatsApp was twelve hours ago. I do not know what is going on. Has he forgotten me? I just cannot believe."
French Fries. Vegetable sandwiches and water melon juice. We eat our dinner in silence. The rains are pouring down. The sound of raindrops striking against the windowpanes. The long dining table. Occupied by just the two of us. Both lonely and unloved.
I know what Vicky is thinking about at the moment. Had things gone as per the plan, he would be having dinner with Maya. They would have ordered something from some fancy restaurant out there and decided to have it in Vicky's room without bothering to come out. Who would come out when you have a company as handsome as Vicky?
I let out a sigh. Had things gone as per the plan, I would be snuggling up to Ravi in the hotel room at Ooty where we had planned an outing on his brand new Royal Enfield. Yes, my handsome hunk is a biker. Ravi loves to zip around on his Royal Enfield with leather jacket and boots on. He is not as tall as Vicky. But he is stronger than Vicky from running and playing cricket. Yes, my lover boy is a stylish man.
I miss him a lot. What to do? I let out a sigh and glance at my iPhone screen. There is no new notification. What is he doing? Where is he? I wish I knew.
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Vicky knows that I am feeling lonely. That I have not smiled at all. That I am eating the dinner in silence. He wants to come around to my side of the table and comfort me. He wants to tell his step-sister that Ravi may be busy with some emergency in his family. That his father is a cancer patient. That Ravi is the only son. That he must be by his father's bedside attending to him.
As if on a cue, Vicky gets to his feet and comes around. He puts his arm on my shoulder and says, "Sis, please smile. Ravi is a nice boy. I know that he loves you. Maybe he is busy. Maybe his father is unwell. He will soon call you. Do not look so sad please. We are helpless. It has been raining. Let us cheer up."
I like these words coming from my step brother. Ravi is a nice boy. Yes, he is a sweet boy. He knows how to say the right things at the right time. My step brother is right. Ravi must be busy with some family emergency. His father may be unwell. I must give him some time. He will certainly call.
I look up and smile at my step brother whose words have a calming effect on me. I feel a heavy burden lifting off my chest. How caring of my step brother! I take his hand and gently kiss. "Thank you, Vicky. I appreciate your concern for me. You really know how to cheer your sister. Maya is so lucky."
Suddenly his face falls. I sense that something is wrong. I ask him, "Vicky, what is the matter? Are you guys alright? Is everything fine between you and Maya?"
Vicky puts his hand in his shorts pocket and takes out his iPhone. I notice tears in his eyes. I immediately stand up and place my hands on his shoulders. He shows me Maya's message. It reads, "I am no longer interested in you. I do not want to talk to you. Please do not call or message. It is over. I hope you will understand and respect my decision."
"What is going on? Just now you said that she was down with fever."
"Yes. This was what she told me. To be honest, she had been avoiding me for one week now. Every time some or other excuse. Just now she has broken up with me officially." He says showing me Maya's iMessages on his iPhone screen.
I check the time stamp on the last message that arrived just five minutes ago. I instantly feel guilty for having assumed that Ravi was deeply lost in Maya's thoughts and fantasising about her while having dinner with me. Whereas the truth is all along he has been trying to deal with his heartbreak while fighting back his tears.
"I am sorry, Vicky. But why this sudden decision? Do you have any idea?"
"That senior in our college. The one with KTM bike. Maya has hooked up with him. She has dumped me for that serial womaniser who changes girlfriends like clothes."
I know Vicky's college senior with KTM bike. Vicky tells me about the goings on in his college. His name is Sham. He is from New Delhi. His dad is a personal assistant to some hotshot minister in Delhi. Sham loves to flaunt his political connections. Maya has fallen for Sham's charm and charisma. Sham is one of the most popular cricket players of the college team.
Poor Vicky. I start running my fingers in his hair. I wipe his tears and ask him to take it easy. My step brother is a simple boy. He may not have the charm, charisma and popularity of Sham. But he has a heart of pure gold. And, he really loves Maya. If only Maya realises this, she will be back to my step-brother.
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My brother's chiselled body. His handsome clean-shaven face. His innocent smile. That naughty glint in his eyes. His comforting words. His heartache. Unceremonious dumping from his girlfriend. My mind is full of these thoughts even behind the closed door of my room where I have retired after having dinner. I do not want to leave Vicky alone in that state of mind. But what could I do? I am helpless. He is helpless. We both are helpless. What cannot be cured has to be endured. I let out a sigh.
Suddenly my eyes fall on my crumpled night shirt. Two top buttons have come undone. I realise it now. My mind goes back to the dining table. My step brother. His sudden gesture of empathy. While I was sitting on the chair, he was standing and peering down. Was he checking me out? He is my brother. But he is my step-brother. He is young. He is lonely in this romantic weather that makes you want to cuddle up to your soulmate.
I check myself in the mirror. I am cross with myself for not having realised that the top buttons of my night shirt have come undone. That too two top buttons. I am not wearing a bra. Accidentally I ended up showing my younger brother a generous amount of my cleavage. Yes, I have large bosoms. Men stare at them especially when I put on a plain T-shirt. How could I be so careless with my young and virile brother around with hormones on steroids?
Come on. He is my step-brother. If he finds me hot enough, so be it.
This thought brings a smile on my puffy lips that are yearning to circle around a hard cock that is pulsating with excitement. I notice that I am wet between my two legs. What kind of a dirty girl I must be! I am fantasising about my own brother. Another voice inside my head reminds me that he is my step-brother and there is nothing wrong in what I am thinking at the moment. My boyfriend has no time for me. What am I supposed to do? Does he no longer find me hot enough?
I let out a sigh and throw a glance on my iPhone screen. There is no notification from him. Go to hell. I swear under my breath. Suddenly an idea flashes across my head. I unbutton my night shirt all the way down. Now my free boobs are hanging out like ripe mangoes. Only nipples are hidden. I click a selfie and send it to my boyfriend. Maybe this will jolt him out of his nonchalance and remind him of my existence. It is a last throw of the dice. In other words, I am playing my last card.
I know that I am desperate and that desperate times call for desperate measures. My mind goes back to the conversation that I had at a diner table. I doubt Vicky of checking me out. I have come to accept the possibility of him peeking inside my night-shirt and trying to get a good view of my milky white boobs that are craving for attention. I let out a sigh and check my iPhone. The semi-nude selfie shot artistically has remain undelivered. I am irritated. At the same time, I am overcome by a strong desire of calling him. But I decide against it. Love hurts. Love humiliates. Now there is no need to stoop any lower. Enough is enough. Fuck you.
I decide to make the most of the resources back home. I do not like sex toys although I have a collection of vibrators and dildos safely tucked away like precious jewels in the safety box of my almirah. Tonight is different. I want to make it as memorable as I can. But how? The rains are coming down heavily. Will the lights go off? I am scared. What could possibly happen if the lights went out?
I lie on my bed and spread my legs. I close my eyes and replay those moments at the dining table with Vicky. The handsome Vicky who finds me hot. Where is he? What is he up to right now? I wish I could sneak a peek inside his room. Is he lying on his bed just like I am? Is he playing with his erect dick? My hands reach for my wet pussy. I caress my pussy with my palm. I am cleanly shaven. I was looking forward to having not only steamy hot but also long sessions of mindless and senseless fucking with my boyfriend who seems to have forgotten me hook, line and sinker.
What is keeping him busy? Has he found someone else to fuck in this stormy and romantic weather? How could he forget me like this? Tears begin to stream down my cheeks. Love hurts.
My fingers are deeply buried inside my pussy. I remember now. When Vicky stood up from his chair and walked over to my side of the table, I had noticed some movements underneath his shorts. Was he sporting a hard-on? Was he trying to hide it from the view? Was he embarrassed? Was he sexually turned on? I begin to play with my clit. Simultaneously I am caressing my boobs with one hand. I bring myself to orgasm. Oh my God. It feels heavenly. This pleasure of flesh. I want to fuck for hours on end. Who will fuck me? Who will I fuck? I am feeling so sex-starved that I am ashamed of myself.
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