As Arahan stepped inside Sahil's home, the familiar scent of Sabiha's cooking welcomed him—warm spices and fresh rotis drifting from the kitchen. The living room felt just as it always had: simple wooden furniture, faded family photos on the walls, and the same old charpoy pushed against one side.
Sahil immediately rushed forward with a wide grin and handed Arahan a neatly wrapped box. This time, he had brought an iPhone X.
"Wow, Sahil, you brought such a great gift for me," Arahan said, eyes widening. "Yaar, you've really made my day."
"If you liked it, then come on, give me a kiss," Sahil replied in his usual playful tone. As always, he climbed straight into Arahan's lap and settled there comfortably.
From childhood, Sahil had loved sitting in Arahan's lap and asking for kisses every time. It had never felt strange to Arahan before.
But this time, it felt a little different. Still, Arahan leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Arahan, won't you give me one too? I also brought something for you," Bushra said, holding out a pair of Apple Bluetooth earphones.
Arahan had given kisses and let Sahil, Sana, and Bushra sit in his lap many times before. But now, with his full knowledge of sex, it all felt slightly odd.
Even so, he did not want to spoil the good relationship he shared with them.
He pulled Bushra onto his lap.
Bushra was fair-skinned and strikingly beautiful, almost like a doll. Arahan could feel her slim 26-inch waist and the soft curves of her body against him.
As soon as she settled, Arahan's cock hardened.
She was wearing leggings without any underwear beneath, so he could clearly feel the warmth and shape of her ass pressing directly against his erection.
He tried to lift her off gently.
"Bushra, get up now," he said.
"First give me my kiss," she replied.
"Okay, my darling, take your kiss," Arahan said, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. "Now please, get up from my lap."
"Not yet, it feels nice," she answered, staying firmly seated. A happy smile lit up her face.
Arahan's cock throbbed against her ass. She shifted slightly, deliberately, making the contact even more intense. The friction sent a sharp jolt through him.
"Bushra, now get up, it's my turn," Sana said. She gently pushed Bushra aside and took her place on Arahan's lap. This time, she had brought a beautiful piece of cloth as a gift for him.
Although none of this was entirely new, the awareness made everything feel strange to Arahan.
With his cock still hard, it now pressed firmly against Sana's ass.
"Sana, I'll be right back, I need to use the bathroom for a minute," Arahan said, trying to stand.
"No, just sit quietly," Sana replied, holding him in place.
"Sana, it's getting late, I should head home," Arahan said. The evening had already deepened outside.
"We only come once or twice a year, and even then you want to run off somewhere," Sana said firmly. "This time we are here for fourteen days. And you are staying with us the whole time. You will eat with us, sleep with us, and you are not going back to your house."
Arahan had often slept over at Sahil's house during these visits in the past. But now, with his understanding of sex, the idea felt strangely charged.
Still, he gave in.
"Alright," he said quietly. "I'll stay."
His cock continued to press against Sana's ass, the thin fabric of her leggings doing nothing to dull the sensation.
"Sana, please get up from my lap. It's an emergency," Arahan said, his voice strained. He could feel the pressure building—he was about to come.
"No, I'm not getting up yet," Sana replied firmly. She began to move her hips more deliberately, grinding harder against him.
Arahan could not hold back any longer. He grabbed her breasts through her top, pulled her tightly against his lap, and his cock throbbed hard against her ass. Then he came—thick spurts soaking through his trousers and staining the back of her leggings.
Panic hit him immediately. What had he just done? But when he looked at Sana, she said nothing. Her cheeks flushed a little, but she only gave a small, shy smile.
Silently, she slid off his lap and walked away, throwing him a quick wink over her shoulder.
"Appi, what happened? Why do you look so happy?" Bushra asked, following Sana out of the room.
Sahil turned to Arahan. "Yaar, I can't stay over at your place tonight," Arahan said quickly.
He had realized Sana knew exactly what sex was—and that she wanted his cock. A small doubt crept in about Bushra too.
But he did not want to ruin this pure, long-standing relationship. He had no intention of marrying any of them either.
Because for marriage, he had already promised Shaista. And besides, there were Naziya, Priya, Sneha, Neha, Payal, and Zainab.
"No, you are staying here," Sahil insisted. "You will sleep in my room."
Arahan thought perhaps Sahil was still innocent about sex and had no idea what had just happened with his sisters. Maybe he had not even noticed the wet spot from Arahan's cum.
"Alright," Arahan said, not wanting to disappoint him. "Then I'll go take a bath." He headed to the bathroom.
Whenever Sahil and his family visited, Arahan often stayed over, so there were always clothes kept for him at their house—clothes they had brought especially for him.
Later, the four of them sat down to play dominoes.
Arahan still felt a little strange after squeezing Sana's breasts earlier, but Sana showed no sign of discomfort.
She played the game sitting right in his lap again.
And she kept rubbing her ass against his cock repeatedly.
"My baby, what you are doing is wrong," Arahan whispered to her.
Sana was three years older than him. Sahil was the same age as Arahan, and Bushra was one year older.
Still, Arahan usually called Sana "baby" or "my child."
"What am I doing wrong?" Sana asked, looking straight at him. She took his hand and placed it on her stomach.
Slowly, she guided it upward.
"My darling, I understand what you want. I'm not that naive," Arahan said plainly. "But I cannot do this with you. It's wrong."
"Why is it wrong? Why can't we do it? And what exactly can't we do?" Sana asked. Now she had placed his hand directly on her breast.
Bushra watched Arahan's hand on Sana's breast and gave a slow, sexy smile.
Sahil showed no reaction at all. Arahan assumed he was probably still innocent and unaware.
"Sana, please, I'm going to lose control over myself, and then I don't know what I'll do," Arahan warned her, his voice low and urgent.
"What will you do? I want to see," Sana replied. Her movements against his cock had not slowed down at all.
Arahan's mood began to heat up. He removed his hand from her breasts and slipped it inside her clothes.
He started caressing her boobs gently.
"Aah," Sana let out a soft moan, but she continued to cooperate with him.
Arahan brought his lips close to her ear and whispered so no one else could hear.
"Sana, I'm not joking. If I get fully in the mood, I will fuck you. Even if you cry later, I won't stop. I'll fuck you so hard and so long that you'll only be able to scream."
Sana listened to everything but did not react much. Looking straight at him, she said, "You can fuck me. I'm ready to get fucked."
"What?" Arahan was genuinely shocked. He could not believe Sana was speaking so openly.
Because every girl he had been with so far had been shy at the beginning.
Then he thought for a moment and said to her, "Oh, maybe because you live in the city, you're used to getting fucked."
The moment she heard this, Sana became furious. She threw the domino pieces aside and said to him, "I need to talk to you. Come to my room."
"What happened, beta? Why are you so angry?" Sabiha asked from the doorway.
"Nothing, Ammi. I just need to talk to Arahan," Sana replied. With that, she grabbed Arahan's hand and pulled him into a room.
And then what happened next was something Arahan had never experienced before—a hard slap landed across his cheek.
His entire face stung and turned red. No one had ever slapped him like that in his life.
And Sana had slapped him. He could not believe it.
"Sana, why?" Arahan asked, still trying to hold back his tears.
"Is this even a question worth asking? Do you think I'm a whore? That I sleep around with everyone? I only gave you that right. And you started thinking of me as a whore. Don't you know how much I love you?"
"Whenever you get upset, I pacify you. Whenever you want something or like something, I buy it for you without a second thought."
"And the clothes I give you—their price could buy a hundred whores. How could you even think like that? I was dreaming of building a home with you."
"But you broke my heart. By comparing me to a whore. Go now. I won't talk to you anymore," Sana said. With that, she pushed him out of her room.
Arahan began to regret his words. He realized he should not have said that.
Soon it was time for dinner. As always, Bushra, Sahil, and sometimes even Sabiha fed him with their own hands, lovingly.
But this time Sana did not feed him. She was still angry with him.
Then it was time to sleep. Arahan and Sahil went to the room to rest.