Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 85: Sis.. Helps Me Bath Part -2

Inside the bathroom

Two bodies were lying on the bathroom floor. If not for the cramped-up space, their position wouldn’t be this awkward.

Arya fell atop Rohit. She was worried about hitting her head on the bathtub, so she inclined toward Rohit’s body, and now she fell over Rohit’s stomach. Her boobs crashed on Rohit’s upper body as she lay there like a folded toy.

Dazed, she cracked her eyes open. All she could see at first were someone’s legs sprawled out. Then came the musky scent. Something warm brushed her lips—a thick, pink-tipped shaft nudging her nose

"Yuck... what the hell is this...?"

"So big...? huh..."

On instinct she grabbed it, trying to push it away, but it swelled instantly, sliding past her lips. Her tongue flicked out in reflex.

Then her vision followed the shaved balls down to the base, and it could mean only one thing.

"Kyaaaa!"

She shot upright, refusing to accept what just happened. Hands flew to her burning face. Then she felt something warm pressing against her crotch and muffled voices reached her ears. In pure panic she scrambled to stand, grabbing the first thing her hand found.

Bad luck—it was the shower handle. Water blasted down, soaking her instantly.

A few seconds earlier...

Meanwhile Rohit felt absolute bliss as he was buried under Arya’s hips and muttered, "Damn, is this heaven?"

Out of instinct, he kissed the fabric touching his nose, the outline of which resembled her pussy lips. This prompted Arya to stand up, jerking up, but she accidentally let the shower on as she moved over. The water drenched them both.

The cold rush was probably the only thing that cooled her down.

Rohit took his time sitting up and twisting the shower off. He flexed his fingers—hand was working fine now. Feeling oddly exposed, he glanced at her.

She was shocked and frozen with ears pink as she crossed her hands over her breasts, shivering. Her stare still unbroken as it stuck to his own crotch.

Rohit glared down and found the towel disheveled nearby, his 8-inch twitching slightly as if saluting for doing a great job.

Rohit groaned a little annoyed as he stood up. "Wow... what an help, sis. My whole bandage is soaked now. "

But Arya pointed at his dick, her lips trembling. "Wh-why it is so big? How did it come out?"

Rohit rolled his eyes. "What big? Oh, that... must’ve happened during the fall." He was far more worried about the bandage. "Shit... should’ve known."

She clenched her fist, her face turned red. "I am asking why are you erect?"

Rohit scoffed. "You’re still on that? What do you expect from a guy’s dick when you give it a chef’s kiss out of nowhere?"

Arya stepped back defiantly, expression adorably stubborn as she gripped her left hand tight. "No... that can’t be... it was an accident. A mistake."

Rohit smirked as he moved forward teasing, gesturing with his left hand. "Now... what, sis? You wanted to help bathe me... look how wet everything got. All that ’true Singhania’ big talk..."

Arya glared back at him with fuming rage. She moved forward and smacked him on the head. She winced as her hand felt something too strong and burst out whining. "Pervert... bastard."

Rohit could’ve dodged on the wet floor but didn’t bother. It stung a little, but he taunted back, "Yes yes, go on. Nice help, sis. Best example of a Singhania. My ass..."

Grinning wide, he bent to snatch the towel. The whole thing was unexpected but kind of cool.

Then he heard stomping. Arya returned back and stood at the door but refused to look inside. She pursed her lips, her face red with embarrassment. "Don’t say that. I tried."

Rohit felt amused. He couldn’t believe she would come back. ’Eh... what a nice chick. Look at her pouting. Cute.’ He went near and leaned on the door.

Outwardly he mocked, placing his towel on his shoulders and completed, "And utterly failed. What do you want now?"

Arya felt really conflicted. She was already about to leave when she heard being mocked for her own words of "true Singhania."

Some part of her wanted to kick his balls, but her ego couldn’t digest the word "failure."

However, another part of her knew it was somewhat her fault. If not for him, she would have banged her head on the wet floor. She knew it was an accident, but why he has to be so shameless.

She pointed vaguely toward his shaft without looking. "First... hide that thing. It’s disgusting.

Rohit raised his eyebrows. "Why...? I’m not asking you anymore. Besides, I’m already wet." He waited for her response.

Arya stole a quick glance. Morning sunlight filtered through the window, catching water droplets on his skin. He wasn’t ripped, but the broad masculine lines of his chest, the confident set of his jaw, the droplets tracing paths down his body... something fluttered hard in her chest.

When did he become so handsome...? No, I’m confused. I must’ve hit my head.

She exhaled again, repeating her keep-calm mantra, reminding herself who she was.

Locking eyes with him, her voice regained its previous composure as she shoved him back—this time a little more gently. "Move... I’m not done yet. You aren’t allowed to use the shower. That will loosen the bandage."

Rohit, bewildered, stepped aside. "Then how would I...?"

She smirked and pointed to the bathtub nearby. "You will enter here. I will pour mugs on you, like the little kid you are.. "

Rohit’s face fell. His body might be eighteen, but inside he was still a grumpy middle-aged man who didn’t like to be looked down upon.

"No thanks," he grumbled. "I’ve had enough of your services. Now please."

He tried to show her the way out, but she dragged him in and made him sit on the edge of the luxurious 20-inch bathtub.

Rohit didn’t want to apply force in his current state, and that left him no choice but to be passive and subservient to her insistence. "Wait... easy, girl."

"Nice... hahaha," Arya giggled as she poured water on him from the running faucet.

Fortunately, his bandaged hand was spared, hanging safely out of the tub.

Rohit frowned, gesturing down at his erect shaft , "Aren’t you uncomfortable with it now?" His voice was still laced with annoyance. "Why aren’t you leaving?"

Arya ruffled his head like a pet. "Oh, my poor little.. adopted brother. Sure, I was a bit taken aback at first... but there’s nothing I, Arya, cannot handle." Her pride brimmed as she poured water over his head, mocking him from a safe distance.

Rohit grabbed her wrist. "Bath means scrubbing soap too. Not just pouring water. Would you do that?"

Arya froze.

Rohit grinned. "Now why the cold feet?"

She scoffed, tucking wet hair behind her ear. "I never said I’d bathe you. My deal was only to help." She leaned one elbow on the tub edge, cheek resting on her hand, heavy breasts pressing against the rim beneath her soaked top. "You’ve still got one good hand."

Rohit refused to back down. "Yeah, yeah. Like I can scrub my own back with one hand. Why don’t you drop the act? No one’s forcing you."

Arya frowned. "Shut up... I will do it."

In a flash of rage she grabbed the soap and started rubbing his broad back, even yanking his left shoulder a little. Rohit complained, as he wasn’t getting anything out of it and now his hand was in danger again. "Hey... gentle. My bandaged hand... it’s connected."

Arya slowed down a little. She started rubbing him slowly, then scrubbed his back with utmost care. She remembered the old days when she used to bathe him. When he first came. Sure, he had grown up quite big now, with an annoying attitude and memory loss, but back then he was cute, gentle, and always looking up to her with puffy cheeks.

She really felt good having a little brother calling "Arya di... Arya di..." all the time. When did things start to change? Then she recalled the face she hated the most: her elder stepsister, Riya Singhania. She was a vixen playing damsel in distress. First she took over Dad, then her mom, then even him.

It was her who charmed him, playing little brother with lots of kisses and piggy rides—and this bastard toddler switched trains to quick service. All men are bastards. They simply use and throw. Despicable.

Though, it was ironic that she never put his dad on that list.

Rohit felt a little relaxed as her rhythm soothed him. He could finally feel her mellow down as she took care scrubbing. It was surprising how fast she was having mood swings. For now, he admitted to his fate—after all, she was Ragini’s real daughter and might have some of those shared genes: cold looks but a warm heart.

Then he felt her hands move to his chest. He looked at her, lost in thought. Her top was already ruined by soap foam, the suds even reaching her cleavage. Her tits jiggled with every move she made. That sight alone sent a new pulse throbbing through his already aching dick.

She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t even realize she was being stared at like prey by a wolf.

Rohit gulped and turned quickly. He coughed to get her attention. "Ahem, good job so far... how about my lower body?"

Arya’s hand stopped. She gave him a glare that alone made him doubt his choices. ’Crap! Spoke too soon.’

She poured more water over him to clear the foam as her hands moved gently.

Rohit rolled his eyes and let her do as she wished. ’This is humiliating. I’m feeling handicapped... sure I am.’

However, to his surprise, she called him to stand. "Rise up."

Rohit’s eyebrow raised. "What?"

Arya narrowed her eyes. "You heard me... there’s nothing I, Arya, can’t handle. Stand up."

Rohit found it very hard to control his laughter. Her shenanigans were top-notch. He instantly stood up. "Ahem, as you command... my big sis."

Arya huffed, but she quickly panicked as Rohit rose out of the water. Now his length was fully exposed and looked quite impressive. She couldn’t help but let her jaw drop. Earlier, because of the foams and depth, she hadn’t really taken notice.

Rohit stayed silent, allowing her to take a good look.

Arya’s cheeks turned crimson. She averted her eyes. "Why is it still big now?"

Rohit replied this time with a helpless look. "Sorry, sis. Can’t help it. I felt really good. Your hands made me like this."

Arya gulped. She looked at the size but pursed her lips. Nonetheless, she continued soaping him—except that part. She tried her best to ignore it but couldn’t. The words your hands made me like this kept revolving in her head.

Rohit asked with a mocking grin. "It’s okay, you’ve done enough." Turning a little closer, he extended his hand. "Now soap, please..."

Arya glanced up.

His dick was already so close to her lips. His lean abdomen and towering length, framed in the filtered rays of bathroom light, made him look like a true helping hand of god.

She blinked. Then she did the most unexpected thing, making Rohit flinch and mutter, "Oh... fuck... yes."

*********************************************************

A/N: How about some review, fandom votes or GTs. Your invaluable support is deeply appreciated. ;)