Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 86: Tricked her to almost suck it off(R-18)

Arya glanced up.

She felt her throat dry as she stared at the impressive length. Even her ex-boyfriend couldn’t compare to this. She had seen porn and knew only a rare few were blessed with such size, especially at just eighteen. Didn’t it mean it had potential to grow more?

She couldn’t help but marvel at it. ’How did this loser get such a fine dick? I wish I had a dildo this size... god, I’m losing my mind.’

His dick was already so close to her lips. If she moved even an inch by mistake, she could taste it. More than that, there was one peculiar smell making her mind go numb. She felt a strong urge to lick it—even if just the tip.

However, in the end she controlled herself. No—no... what am I thinking? Yuck.. disgusting. I’m supposed to help him bathe and leave... But a little touch wouldn’t be bad, right? It’s been so long.

She touched his dick in curiosity with soapy hands and gave it a stroke. The foreskin peeled back, revealing the pink head as she pulled it up again, half-closing it. It was hot and pulsing.

"Urgh..."

Rohit groaned as he felt her soft hands—that sound didn’t go unnoticed by Arya’s ears.

The veins twitched under her touch, drawing an amused smile as she started applying soap all over it, even the balls. Her movements were gentle and deliberate as her hand glided smoothly over his cock.

Right, I’m supposed to soap him. It’s all just part of it.

The more she touched, the more Rohit groaned. So far he remained standing like a silent duck—that only encouraged Arya to go further.

Look at him, making that puppy face. All that attitude and now his balls in my hands. Foo... foo, he wouldn’t dare touch me.

A sense of mischief thrilled her eyes. ’Nice, serves you right for being cheeky in front of your big sis. I’ll make you crawl on all fours and beg like a dog. Arya Singhania is no joke.’

Meanwhile, Rohit was in cloud nine. Everything was going not just as planned, but far beyond what he expected.

Initially he was annoyed as hell for being forced into baby bath, but once he figured out her tsundere nature, he began to formulate a plan: push her against her pride and see how far she was willing to go.

It was clear to him that she reacted strongly to words. The hard part was letting her feel she was in control—and since then, she had played right into his tricks.

Each time, she performed better and surprised him more than expected.

As a result, now she was this close beneath his knees, brushing his balls and stroking his cock. And the best part? He was going to milk it for more.

Rohit licked his lips as his eyes fell on her milky cleavage. From the very start he had wanted to touch it, and now was the time.

Following his plan, he tried to stop her. "I think it’s enough. Can we move to the next part? It’s embarrassing."

Arya glanced back at him and smirked. "Don’t you want me to clean this part properly? A true Singhania never goes back on her word."

Rohit clenched his fist. "Urgh... sis. I think it’s inappropriate. I’m still your brother."

Arya grinned as she stopped. She slapped his dick left and right and taunted, "Fu-fu... the term is adopted... look, at least your thing is honest." She caught his balls and gave them a small teasing rub with both hands. "Tell me, my little adopted brother... how do you find my hands? Do you think Riya would treat you better?"

Rohit felt his little brother throb harder. Still now he had never felt like this. His brain got alarmed as he realized he was slipping into dangerous territory—he must speed up his game or end the farce for good.

He replied, controlling his emotions as if trying to recall. "It... it’s soft, but who’s Riya? Do I know her...?"

Arya pleased, shrugged her shoulders. "Who knows. Maybe a bitch who thought she was better. Besides..."

" Dont you like, how this is going?" At this point she literally dropped the pretense of soaping and started jerking him. At first it was one hand, but now she was using two as if trying to milk him. She deliberately bent low to give him a better view of her cleavage.

However, her hand movements were slow. She deliberately brought it near her face, her eyes shining with mischief.

Rohit coughed, taking his eyes off her. "Yes... I do."

She let her spit fall on his tip and asked in a sultry voice, "Don’t you want me to speed it up?"

The sight alone made Rohit lose his cool. He was so close to grabbing her head and shoving it in but controlled himself, pursing his lips. "Argh... yes, I do."

Arya brought it near her breast and rubbed it against the upper fabric of her top. The foam and soap mixed together, making it more lubricant as his shaft frictioned between the soft outline of her tits over the fabric. She teased, "Say please..."

Rohit bit his lip. "Please... a little faster..."

Arya, amused, stroked it faster, bringing it even nearer to her face—his pink bead literally touching her cheeks, passing through her pale fingers. Her eyelids half-closed as she purred, "Say... my hands are best."

Rohit groaned as his precum leaked. "Oh... fuck... yes. Sis hands are best."

Arya nodded with a huff, as if she’d won something great. "Good. Since you’re obedient, this sis will give you a reward. But first... promise you wouldn’t dare..."

Her hands slipped to his balls.

Rohit instantly stiffened, raising both hands. "Promise... promise... I wouldn’t dare anything stupid."

She gave his other ball a slight rub, squeezing gently to not go too far. "And... not a word. Not even to Mommy."

Rohit nodded his head like a penguin. "Yes, yes... just as you say."

She smiled and stood, dusting her hands. "Good. Now move aside. Make some space for your one and only big sis. I’ll come behind you."

Rohit made a puzzled face. "What... why behind? I’m fine here." He was sure he’d turn violent if she gave funny ideas—even being Ragini’s daughter wouldn’t spare her.

She smirked. "Why getting scared? Don’t you trust your big sis?" She turned to loosen her crop top and pulled it off, revealing her sports bra. "Or do you want this little guy to suffer?" Then she removed her shorts, showing her ass cheeks trapped between the straps of her panties, and fixed her hair into a bun.

With soap foam and drenched water droplets, she looked utterly delicious. Whatever dread Rohit had, it all went down the drain.

Rohit forced a laugh as he dodged a bullet. "Of course... of course, why wouldn’t I?" He moved ahead, waiting for her, giving her a side-eye.

She turned around, guarding her cleavage, and added, "Good. Now sit down—I don’t want to stand that long."

Rohit complied, making space as she sat in the tub behind his back. First her legs passed through the gaps at his waist, and her toes started to tease his cock.

Then her heels sandwiched it passionately, stroking in slow beats that made him groan. While her hands roamed his chest and torso, she whispered in his ear like a seasoned witch. "Don’t dare turn, no matter what... okay?"

Rohit nodded once again as he felt the padded sports bra against his head. She whispered again, "Enjoy... sniff it."

Rohit chuckled and took an exaggerated sniff. "Oh, sis... your breasts must be damn big. mmmmh.."

But Arya didn’t respond—rather, she couldn’t. Her face blushed as she squeezed her own breasts while leaning back on the bathtub.

She relished the feeling of Rohit’s hard, throbbing cock like the dildo she wanted—and the best part? He would do nothing.

She hissed, closing her mouth with one hand, and went down to her dripping pussy with the other. ’Ah, should have done this earlier, when he was more obedient. Silly me.’

Then she looked at him sniffing her bra and got a bold idea. Her right hand passed through the gaps at his waist and started stroking his twitching cock.

Rohit felt a warm hand brush his back. This time her movement was deliberate, as if trying to measure his size. Then came the hug from behind. She was clearly pressing her tits against him, nipples brushing his back. Her crotch through her panties rubbed on his naked ass. The other hand from left side came upfront, pinching his nipples.

She asked in a sultry tone, "Tell me, little brother... how are you feeling?"

Rohit replied, leaning back a little to feel her soft curves and the warm sensation of her hands. "Very good, sis." He grabbed her left hand on his chest and kissed its finger, adding, "There’s magic in it. I swear I’ve never dreamt of being treated like this." He took a sniff, then licked its fingers, which were still dripping from her earlier juices.

Arya got thrilled by his move and commanded in a low whisper, "Good... now, bring your right hand back. I have a task for it."

Rohit smirked and folded his hand back. Arya stood up a little in a kneeling position, her full breasts rubbing his neck as she took support on his shoulder.

She took one of his fingers and slipped it past the lace of her panties directly into her wet cunt.

A wave of pleasure ran through her body at the touch of a mere finger. She didn’t have to instruct him step by step—Rohit expertly pushed his middle finger and started stroking her, deliberately parting her pussy lips and brushing her insides. At first it was one, then two; his fingers, slick with juices, came in and out easily.

"Mmmh... Aanh." Moaning voices came out from behind.

First muffled whispers, then lewd ones. Arya sure didn’t hold back as she enjoyed the sensation. It had been a long time since she’d been fingered by someone else. After her ex-bf and gf dumped her, she’d been a solo user.

She almost came at the peak when suddenly Rohit stopped—though his finger remained inside.

She asked in ragged breath, "Why stop?"

Rohit asked innocently, "Sis, am I doing it right?"

Arya frowned but quickly snapped back, "Yes, continue."

She shamelessly even started to get up and down on his finger, but he took it out as he complained.

"Sis, don’t you think we’re missing something? Why am I not being jerked off?"

Arya bit her nail. "Don’t question me... did you forget who’s in—"

However, she muffled as she felt his finger encircle the entrance of her asshole.

She clutched her nails on his shoulder. "You dare..."

But Rohit simply raised his right hand in defiance. "What? No... I’m no fool to play with fire. I’m just saying, if you can help me jerk off. I want us to come together."

Arya thought for a while. She really wanted to cum badly, but with the given situation, she didn’t want to show her face or body. Wouldn’t it be losing control?

But before she could think it off, Rohit came up with another idea. "How about you tie my eyes? I won’t see you, but I can turn back to you. This way, we can help jerk each other off."

She stuttered at the unconventional method. "Ho-how?"

"For example, your bra. You can wrap it over my eyes—no."

She began thinking it off and decided to give it a try. She agreed to it and bound the bra to his face in a way that his eyes were blocked.

She then turned slightly and leaned toward Rohit by his right shoulder. Her hands wrapping around his dick as she stroked him. Rohit grabbed her boobs, to which she flinched. "Hey... watch out."

Rohit made a face. "Sorry, sis... I can’t see, so I tried to grab anything nearby."

She knew he was lying, but his logic wasn’t wrong. What if he was saying the truth? Nonetheless, she wanted to cum first. So she directed his fingers back to her pussy by passing the lace of her panties.

Rohit inwardly grinned. Wait a few more minutes... I’ll make you suck my cock.

The picture of her tongue spitting in his cock was still raw and eager.

Outwardly, he obediently fingered her, pressing her boobs with his shoulder as she didn’t have much room in the bathtub. The constant brushing made her flinch.

More sensitive and lewd moans often slipped from her mouth. Right now, being conscious of Rohit, she tried deliberately to hide her moans.

Rohit again took out his hand. "Sis, I was wondering... how will you feel if I suck your boobs? Wouldn’t you cum faster?"

Arya flinched. "What? Are you out of your mind?"

Rohit pressed forward, pushing another finger, causing her to stifle her moans. "No, sis... I just want us to come faster. Besides, I’m sure you’d enjoy it."

Arya replied in a frustrated tone, "Aren’t your demands increasing too fast? What makes you think I’d agree?"

Rohit replied, "C’mon, sis... don’t act like we have some moral boundaries now. Don’t you want me to finish fast?"

After thinking for a while, she agreed. "Okay, but this will be the last time. Next time, only I will set the conditions."

Rohit tried to sniff her out, so she helped him shove her nipple. "Don’t you dare bite."

Rohit latched onto her breast, tongue flicking her nipple. Arya squirmed and rocked against him, her dripping heat rubbing frantically on his right hand. He buried his face between her plush curves, sucking with hungry pulls, his bandaged hand kneading her breasts—squeezing just enough to make her tremble on the edge.

Then he stopped... again.

His pause, caused Arya to fume. "Now what, you bastard...?"

Rohit took a big suck, drawing the nip deeper,teeth grazing enough to make her arch and moan harder. As he released it with a gasp, he murmured. "I’m not feeling it, sis... how about we suck each other?"

Arya smacked his head. "You disgusting bastard... I gave you a finger and you want full body. Our deal is off—your bath help is more than done."

She quickly came out and started wearing her dress. Rohit tried to open his blindfold, but Arya snapped at him. "Don’t move... or I swear I’ll scream."

Rohit stopped—this threat was uncalculated. Arya gave him a smug look as she readied herself and left. The last thing she added was, "And don’t you dare leak this out..."

Bam*

The bathroom door closed.

Rohit opened his blindfold and muttered, "Heh, so she’s got pride more than lust, huh..."

He laughed as he licked his hand, dripping with her juices. "And certainly... I will break it."