The events of last night still reverberated through Adil's mind. His thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and anticipation, uncertain about whether Dilshad Appa had noticed the depth of his emotions, or worse, whether Appa understood the hidden desires behind his every glance. If Appa had... the consequences could be dire. Either Appa would lash out in anger, or worse, tell Jijaji, and things would spiral completely out of control.
With those thoughts consuming him, Adil lay motionless, pretending to sleep, his eyes tightly shut. He couldn't bear to face Dilshad Appa this morning, not after what had happened. The unease gripped him--he couldn't shake the feeling that everything between them had changed, that the delicate balance they had was now on the brink.
The soft hum of the AC filled the room, and the faint, rhythmic sound of the washing machine echoed from the kitchen. Everything felt still, and yet, his chest was heavy with the weight of uncertainty.
Dilshad Appa had slipped out of bed quietly, probably unaware of the turmoil swirling inside him. He hadn't dared open his eyes, not wanting to meet her gaze. The thought of looking into her eyes--eyes that could either offer solace or burn with the fire of knowing--was too much for him to handle.
He finally summoned the strength to move. As he crept toward the bathroom, the questions in his mind raged. Did Appa know what had happened? Did she noticed stains on her panty? The faintest hint of fear crept into his heart.
kitchen - morning
As the sound of the washing machine hummed in the background, Adil stood in the doorway, quietly watching Dilshad Appa move around the kitchen, her figure graceful yet undeniably alluring. The morning light caught her features, casting shadows that only highlighted the curve of her waist, the softness of her wobbling ass.
Appa turned to glance at him, and there it was again--the playful, almost mischievous glint in her eyes. Appa spoke, her tone light and teasing.
"Uth gaye... mere Ap shenshah-e-Alam? Burji bread bana rahi hoon... kha ke jaana garage. Tiffin mein kya bharu?"
Her words, though casual, carried a hint of something deeper--a quiet invitation, a shared understanding. Adil couldn't help but smile, the weight of the previous night's encounter still heavy on his mind.
His breath caught in his chest. Every inch of him longed for her, even as he knew he had to remain composed. He stepped closer, his movements deliberate, drawing closer to her like a magnet.Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her soft body against his chest. The warmth of her lovely ass against him sent a shiver down his spine. The world seemed to narrow, focusing only on the moment, on the electricity that arced between them.
Dilshad Appa froze for a moment, her breath hitching as Appa registered the touch on her ass. Then, just as quickly, Appa relaxed into his embrace, letting herself melt against him.Appa leaned her head back, her hair brushing against his cheek, and with a playful grin, Appa spoke again.
"Chipk gaya ho Bina nahaaye, yeh kya hai? Chipku kahin ke!"
Her teasing tone sent a ripple of desire through him. Before he could respond, Appa nipped at his ear playfully, and with a soft push, Appa disengaged herself from his hold, her smile as teasing as ever.
Adil laughed, his tension momentarily easing. But as he watched her move, the image of her--playful, confident, and undeniably alluring--burned into his mind.
He walked away toward the bathroom, but the thought of her--her warmth, her teasing smile, the soft feel of her skin--stayed with him, lingering as he stepped into the shower.
INT. BATHROOM -- LATER
Adil stood under the warm water, trying to clear his head. But it wasn't just the steam fogging the mirror; his mind was clouded with thoughts of Dilshad Appa appa--the way her touch had set him on fire, the electric current that passed between them even in the smallest gestures.
As he stepped out of the shower, the sight of her clothes--her soft, bra and matching panties, omg it was yesterdays --caught his eye on the visible stains on his own semen on his sisters panty. The image was almost too much to bear. For a moment, the world stood still as his eyes locked onto the fabric.
He couldn't help himself. His hand, almost involuntarily, reached down. As he let his imagination drift, the heat between his body and his thoughts intensified. The image of her--vivid, alive in his mind--was more than enough to push him past the edge of restraint. He took smell the aroma of his sweet sisters pussy. But as the image of Dilshad Appa lingered, so did the overwhelming feeling of desire and longing--an ache he couldn't fully satisfy, at least not yet.
The aroma of appas used panty made me thought of my sweet appas naked, warm body swirling in front of my eyes was enough to make me lose myself. As those thoughts deepened, my hand wandered downwards on its own...
While imagining the curves of Dilshad Appa, tracing every soft edge in my mind, I began to give myself a gentle taste of relief...I hold her panty on my dick and husss I was such a great experience how would it be with actual naked appa? My jiju is lucky rascal.
Thinking all the way in local bus, I reached the garage, I bumped into Santaji Bhau.
Even at fifty, his body was still rock-solid. The upper four-pack abs popped deliciously every time he took off his shirt while working.
He was once a famous wrestler back in Kolhapur...
But now his life had turned dry and dull -- his wife, Pallavi Bhabhi, had put on so much weight due to an illness that physical intimacy between them had almost vanished "Bhaus, life has become like daal without salt... no spice, no taste," he'd say, dragging a long, deep puff of his cigarette.
I understood his frustration...
So sometimes, I'd share some old sizzling videos of my ex-girlfriends with him -- a little Rubina here, a little Priya there...
That would always light him up. He'd toss a thousand-rupee note with a grin.
And a chilled beer on Sunday was a sure thing.
