Chapter 182: Seducing the temptress in night bed Part -1 (R-18)

Ten minutes earlier.

Arya barged into her room, heart pounding, face flushed with a confusing mix of anger and heat.

That bastard... He’s getting way too bold these days. What the hell does he think he is?

She shut the door firmly and changed into her light green nightgown under the dim lamp light. Standing in front of the mirror, she barely recognized the girl staring back. Her cheeks were burning red, her nipples stiff and sensitive against the thin fabric, her eyes glassy, and her breathing uneven.

No matter how hard she tried to deny it, she couldn’t forget the feeling of Rohit’s touch.

She was aching badly.

When she slipped a hand between her thighs, she found herself soaking wet — already dripping, dangerously close to the edge.

No... No. What am I thinking? I don’t need him every single time I cum.

Frustrated and desperate, she retrieved her big black dildo from the far corner of her wardrobe, and sat on the bed, spreading her legs wide.

She squeezed her breasts and pushed the thick toy inside her soaked pussy, chasing the overwhelming pleasure she had felt earlier with Rohit.

But it wasn’t the same.

It wasn’t as strong as what she had experienced with Rohit earlier. The penetration felt forced compared to how gentle his fingers and toes had been. No matter how hard she tried, it wasn’t enough.

Frustrated, she threw the dildo aside and lay down, trying to finger herself. Still, it wasn’t the same intensity. His touch had been different. More precise. More overwhelming.

She stood up abruptly, hiding her face in her hands, trying to calm her racing mind.

No... I’m not doing this for myself. Right... I need to exhaust him so he doesn’t go back to Mom or elsewhere. If I don’t take care of him, who will? I’m his big sister, after all.

With that weak justification burning in her mind, she grabbed her phone and dialed Rohit’s number and ordered him to come to her room in one breath.

The second she ended the call, regret crashed over her like a wave.

Stupid... stupid... stupid. How can I be so desperate? What will he think of me now?

Just then, she heard footsteps approaching. Arya quickly rushed to her bed, lay down, and hugged her pillow tightly, pretending to be asleep.

The door creaked open slowly. She heard the rustle of clothes being removed. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest.

Rohit’s voice came softly. "Big Sis... are you awake?"

Silence.

After a beat, he sounded disappointed. "What a shame. You’re already asleep. Looks like tonight isn’t the fated day either. I should leave."

Irritation flared inside Arya. She couldn’t hold back.

"Wait... I’m awake."

Rohit’s tone turned playful and low. "Oho... so we’re playing the ’sleeping big sister’ game tonight?"

Arya’s face burned with embarrassment, but she stayed silent. She wanted him to lie behind her and touch her badly, yet her pride refused to let her ask for it outright.

Rohit’s voice came again, gentle but probing. "Well... Big Sis, if I don’t get your permission, how can I proceed? What if this is only my fantasy and not what you want? Wouldn’t that make me the one taking advantage of you?"

Arya’s body trembled with a mix of rage and arousal. She fought to keep her voice steady.

"I’m allowing it," she muttered. "You can exhaust yourself... but don’t cross the main limit."

Rohit’s voice came again, low and teasing. "Nah... it’s all in, or I’m out. I’m not playing the rubbing game anymore."

Arya couldn’t hold back. She sat up sharply and pointed at him. "You—!"

She froze mid-sentence.

Rohit stood there completely naked, slowly stroking his thick, hard cock — even bigger and heavier than her dildo — glistening in the dim green light. His eyes were dark with lust as he looked at her pleadingly.

"I’m having a really hard time, Sis..." he said, voice low and desperate. "Just let me put the tip in. I’m dying to feel your wet warmth tonight."

Arya quickly covered her eyes with her hand, face burning. "Out... I changed my mind. Leave me alone."

Rohit smirked. He kept slowly jerking himself, bringing his cock closer to her face.

"Please, Sis... Look what you’ve done to me. Just the tip... okay?"

Arya peeked through her fingers, unable to stop herself from staring at his throbbing length.

Did I really make him this hard...? Is this all because of me?

She shook her head firmly, trying to regain control. "No, Rohit. No matter how far we go, that is non-negotiable. I am still your big sister. Get out."

Rohit sighed dramatically. "Alright... Then at least let’s continue what we were doing. I promise I’ll behave."

Only then did Arya lower her hands. She saw him standing there, slowly stroking himself, eyes filled with raw hunger as he drank in the sight of her body. Her cheeks burned hotter. She quickly turned away, lay back down, and hugged her pillow tightly, showing him her back.

A meek, shaky voice, very unlike her usual self, escaped her lips.

"...As long as you abide by the limit."

Rohit chuckled darkly in his mind.

Hehe... it’s not over yet.

He slept behind her, holding Arya’s waist as he leaned close and pressed his hard cock firmly between the crack of her ass cheeks. He groaned softly, praising her as he pushed deeper, his hot breath brushing her ear.

"Damn... your body is so soft, Big Sis. Even just jerking off using it feels incredible. Thank you for allowing me this."

Arya smiled softly as she hugged the pillow tighter. Finally, things were going the way she wanted. It had been years since she felt this kind of warmth — someone’s chest hugging her tightly from behind.

Even though her friend had helped her release stress before, there were things that simply couldn’t be replaced.

Her body trembled with pleasure as Rohit kissed her shoulder gently. She could feel the roughness of his hands as he crossed over her nightgown and rubbed his cock against her from behind.

Then his voice came again, low and suggestive. "This dress feels like a hurdle. How about removing it?"

Before she could reply, his hands were already working. He removed the straps as Arya loosened her body, allowing him to pull it down in one smooth motion.

Rohit went for her bra, but Arya slapped his hands away and removed it herself without turning back or showing her flushed face.

Rohit admired her naked back and started kissing it slowly. Arya’s body trembled wildly with each kiss, her breathing growing heavier.

She suggested in a shaky voice, "Put the blanket over both of us... it feels cold with the AC."

Rohit took the blanket and slipped underneath with her.

Her body was already heating up as he rubbed his hands all over her naked skin. Her breasts were incredibly soft as he squeezed them.

He put his left hand beneath her thinner frame and squeezed her breasts while using his right hand to rub her pussy over the panties. They were already soaked.

He leaned in and whispered like a devil in her ear, "I think it’s time to put these down. They’re only a nuisance for now."

Arya was having a hard time stopping her moans. Before she could protest, he had already pulled her panties down a little. She shifted her body slightly as Rohit completely yanked them off and threw them aside before lying back in the same position.

This time, he pressed his thick cock between her soft, silky-smooth thighs as he grabbed both of her breasts from behind and started pistoning against her in slow, deliberate strokes.

He praised her openly as he felt the fullness of her chest and the growing tightness of her thighs as she clenched them. "Oh Sis... you feel incredible. I hope you won’t mind me kissing you."

Arya said nothing. She simply leaned back slightly, turning her head as Rohit kissed her cheeks and licked her ear. His hot, throbbing member rubbed intensely between her pussy lips, already making her lose her mind.

Rohit grabbed her chin and took out his tongue. She met it willingly, overlapping it wildly like a starved kiss while he thrust roughly between her thighs, fucking them with abandon, all inside the blanket without any care for the world.

"Hmmmm... mmmmm..."

Both moaned and groaned loudly as Rohit caressed her body and praised her, squeezing her tits. "I swear, Sis... you have the body of a goddess. Thank you so much for taking care of me."

Arya’s heart beat faster. When was the last time she had felt something like this? She held both of his hands and pressed them harder against her breasts, asking breathlessly, "More... praise me more."

Rohit smirked, tugging gently at her sensitive nipples while continuing to thrust between her soft thighs. He leaned in closer, his voice low and sincere against her ear.

"I swear... I could never have a better big sister than you. You take such good care of me... Thank you, Sis."

He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

Arya paused, turning her head to look at him. For a brief moment, there was no teasing smirk or arrogance in his eyes — only raw desire mixed with something gentler.

In that instant, he didn’t look like the bold, annoying brother who constantly pushed her limits. Instead, she saw a glimpse of the chubby little boy who used to follow her everywhere years ago, calling her "Arya Di... Arya Di..." with pure, innocent affection.

Her heart fluttered unexpectedly.

She turned slightly, instinctively covering her breasts with her arms for a second, then asked in a soft, almost shy voice:

"...You really mean that?"

Rohit scratched the back of his neck, feigning innocence. "Was that too much? It came naturally to my mind."

Arya smacked the side of his head playfully, though her expression quickly softened into a rare, genuine smile. She wrapped one leg over his body and kissed his forehead tenderly.

"That’s my baby brother," she whispered, her voice warm and affectionate. "Always remember who’s the best."

She lowered her hands and cupped both of her full, heavy breasts, offering them to his lips.

"Now taste them... Here’s your reward."

Rohit descended on her breasts with unrestrained hunger, latching onto one stiff nipple before sucking the other.

He kneaded her soft, heavy tits greedily, sucking and licking like he couldn’t get enough.

Arya arched her back with a loud moan, her fingers threading through his hair as she pressed him deeper into her chest.

"Ahh... Rohit... gentle... they’re yours tonight," she whimpered, voice trembling with pleasure.

Her other hand slid down between their bodies. She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock and eagerly guided it back between her slick thighs, squeezing them tightly around his length.

He roughly kneaded her heavy breasts in his hands and sucked on them harder, alternating between both nipples with greedy hunger. After several intense minutes, he suddenly pulled back, grabbed her chin, and kissed her deeply. His tongue invaded her mouth as he spread her ass cheeks wide and thrust harder between her slick thighs.

The heat under the blanket quickly became unbearable. Sweat coated their bodies. Arya pushed the blanket away impatiently and pressed her bare, heaving breasts against his chest, kissing him back with equal hunger while he fucked her thighs with deep, powerful strokes.

Sensing her climax building fast, Rohit flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion. He moved down between her legs, buried his face in her soaked pussy, and began licking and sucking her swollen clit with intense focus. At the same time, his hands reached up to squeeze and pinch her sensitive breasts.

Arya’s back arched violently off the bed. She grabbed his head with both hands and pressed him harder against her dripping core, moaning shamelessly.

"Ahh... haaah... yes... I’m close... keep going... ahh!"

Her hips bucked wildly as her orgasm crashed through her. Her entire body convulsed violently as she squirted hard into his mouth, flooding his tongue with her hot, sweet juices.

Rohit drank every drop greedily, never pulling away. He kept kneading her breasts firmly, sucking and licking her through every shudder until the last wave of pleasure finally faded, leaving her trembling and breathless.

Then he looked up, wiping the leftover juices from his lips with a wicked grin.

"Thanks for the meal, Big Sis."

Arya laughed breathlessly, still unable to believe how shameless he could be. She stretched her arms toward him, silently asking for a hug.

But Rohit had no intention of stopping there.

He sat up straight, straddled her chest, and slowly stroked his thick, throbbing cock right above her face. The heavy shaft pulsed in his hand, the tip glistening with precum just inches from her lips.

"Now, Big Sis..." His voice laced with hunger, "be a good girl and open your mouth. I want to feel those pretty lips as well."