The magic of best friends

Late at night, Pankhuri sat in front of her laptop, her eyes fixed on the screen. The room was enveloped in silence, save for the gentle hum of her fan whirring at a leisurely pace. With a pen in one hand and the other propping up her chin, she remained immersed in her studies well past midnight.

After hours of intense focus, Pankhuri finally closed her laptop, feeling the strain in her body. Stretching her limbs, she resolved to call it a night. With only a month left until her End Semester exams, she was determined to leave no stone unturned.

Since childhood, Pankhuri has been a dedicated student, striving for academic excellence and always aiming to be at the top of her class. Knowing that her cousin’s wedding was just around the corner, she was aware of the importance of utilizing every available moment for her studies.

So, she poured extra hours into her preparation, determined to compensate for the impending break. Pankhuri rose from her desk, ready to seek much-needed rest. Her hands instinctively moved beneath her top, unhooking her bra. It was a nightly ritual for her to discard it, and she preferred to sleep without it.

She prepared to sink into her mattress and surrender to sleep. But just as she was about to sleep, a peculiar sound interrupted the silence. This caused Pankhuri to pause and listen intently, her senses suddenly on high alert. The sound came from the wall behind Pankhuri’s bedroom.

She could hear it clearly. She paused, suddenly wide awake and alert, her exhaustion forgotten. It wasn’t just any sound; it was her sister’s voice! She heard it a few times, and then it was silent once more. It sounded like her sister cried out in pain, then abruptly stopped, followed by a groan.

Pankhuri felt a surge of fear. It was her sister, Yamini, in the room behind the wall. It sounded like she was in trouble. Pankhuri dashed out of her room to check on her sister. As she approached Yamini’s door, she noticed light seeping through the gap beneath it.

Pankhuri was about to push open the door, but she heard another sound. Yamini’s voice again, but this time, it was different. It seemed like she was giggling and making happy noises. There was another voice, a man’s voice, accompanying hers.

Pankhuri wasn’t surprised. She recognized the voice. It was Arpit, Yamini’s colleague and best friend. He spoke softly, while Yamini responded with joyful moans.

Yamini was divorced and working in Gurgaon. She met Arpit in her office. Arpit was married, too. Pankhuri didn’t know much, but Yamini always told her that they were best friends. Pankhuri didn’t know how or when they became close friends, but there he was, in Yamini’s bedroom.

Yamini told her parents that she would be attending a wedding with her colleague and best friend. Yamini’s parents were also aware that Arpit was married. They wanted Yamini to find happiness again but didn’t pressure her. Instead, they saw Yamini’s happiness and laughter quietly.

They didn’t want to rush things like last time and risk Yamini’s happiness. Pankhuri pressed her ear against the door, straining to catch what Arpit was saying. He muttered something, but it was too muffled for her to make out the words clearly.

All she could discern were fragmented phrases interspersed with Arpit’s deep groans. “Fuck, you look amazing riding me, aaaahhhh… oh yeah, fuck yes!” Arpit repeated these phrases in the same calm tone. Yamini responded with moans and shouts.

Pankhuri, a 20-year-old reserved and traditional girl, possessed a sharp intellect and maturity. It allowed her to grasp the situation. Lost in thought, she tried to picture the scene unfolding behind the closed door. Despite her modesty, Pankhuri had seen a few suggestive scenes in web series and movies.

However, being focused on her studies, she hadn’t delved deeper into matters of intimacy or romance. Mixed feelings of embarrassment and a touch of repulsion washed over her. She also felt guilty for intruding on her sister’s privacy. Nonetheless, she found solace in knowing that her sister was safe.

Pankhuri understood that the so-called guest room was not occupied. The best friends were doing something that she never imagined. Pankhuri was startled by a loud thud from behind the door, sending a shiver down her spine. It seemed like someone had jumped on the bed.

What happened next made Pankhuri even more embarrassed. She could clearly hear Arpit and Yamini moaning together. There was also a slapping sound that matched the rhythm of the bed’s movement. Feeling embarrassed, Pankhuri wanted to retreat to her room.

But she stayed rooted to the spot, like a statue, trying hard to imagine what was happening inside Yamini’s room. As time passed, the intensity and frequency of the moans increased. Then, suddenly, everything fell silent. Pankhuri returned to her room and checked her phone.

It was 2 AM already. She had spent an hour listening in on Yamini and Arpit without even realizing it. She couldn’t believe she had become so engrossed in their activities. With two busy days ahead due to her cousin’s wedding, Pankhuri decided to push aside her thoughts for now and went to sleep.

However, she couldn’t stop thinking about Yamini all night. Yamini was five years older than Pankhuri. She had been friends with Arpit for a year now. Just like Pankhuri, Yamini was quite good in her academics. However, Yamini and Pankhuri were completely different.

While Pankhuri was introverted, shy, and studious, Yamini was very open-minded, bold, outgoing, and extroverted. Everything about their personalities was contrasting. From their clothes, posture, way of walking, and talking to their likes, dislikes, and plans, everything was different.

Yamini had been in a few relationships during her college days. But Pankhuri didn’t even have a male friend, let alone a boyfriend. Arpit was the latest of Yamini’s many boyfriends. He worked in an IT company with Yamini and was a decent guy.

Yamini and Arpit lived in Gurgaon. Yamini used to live alone while Arpit was with her wife. Pankhuri wanted to ask Yamini how she could bring Arpit to her home without any issues with his wife, but she did not dare ask. They had come for three days, especially to attend the wedding.

So the next day, the entire family – Pankhuri’s parents, Yamini, Arpit, and Pankhuri dressed up for the occasion. The first day was dedicated to the Sangeet ceremony.

Pankhuri was dressed in a beautiful pink top and a matching lehenga, which made her stand out. Looking at her, nobody could tell that she was a nerdy bookworm. She stood tall at 5’7, a bit taller than the average girl, and fair-skinned with waist-length hair.

She was extremely beautiful and caught the attention of guys. She was slim yet had curves in all the right places. Her buttocks, thighs, and legs were slightly plump, giving her an attractive appearance. Her belly remained flat and slim.

Yamini, on the other hand, had a wheatish complexion and was shorter in height. She possessed a well-toned, gym-built body that was breathtaking. She was slim and beautiful, with sharp features that resembled a doll. Arpit’s colleagues were envious of him because he had Yamini as his best friend.

For the Sangeet ceremony, Yamini wore a navy blue sari and looked equally stunning as Pankhuri. The two sisters added to the charm of the Sangeet night.

Pankhuri and her family had a wonderful time before returning home. They chatted for a while before retiring to bed.

The parents’ bedroom was downstairs, while the two sisters lived upstairs. The first floor had a large terrace at the back and a small balcony at the front, which both girls could access from their rooms. They often left the balcony windows open to let in fresh air.

That evening was no different. Pankhuri changed into her night clothes. She stepped out onto the balcony to gaze at the stars before going to bed. Pankhuri glanced casually at the window of Yamini’s room. The curtains weren’t fully closed. Pankhuri could see that the lights were on in Yamini’s room.

Suddenly, the events of the previous night flooded her mind, along with the mix of guilt and disgust she had felt then. Yet, she couldn’t deny her curiosity. She moved closer to Yamini’s window. She paused for a moment. Why was she considering an invasion of privacy, especially of her sister and her best friend?

Once again, the guest room was vacant, and the special guest was in Yamini’s bedroom. She would take a quick peek and then return to her room. Pankhuri had no idea what she was about to witness or what lay ahead. She cautiously approached Yamini’s window, taking small steps.

Her curiosity drove her to explore her sister’s room from the balcony. Though the opening between the curtains was narrow, it was wide enough for Pankhuri to get a clear view inside Yamini’s room. With bated breath, she carefully peeked inside.

The next moment, she shut her eyes tightly. Breathing heavily with anxiety, she tried to understand what she had just witnessed. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her throat felt parched. Summoning some courage, she slowly opened her eyes.

What she saw was entirely new and unfamiliar to her. For a moment, it felt like she was watching a movie. Arpit’s black blazer lay on one side of the bed, while Yamini’s elegant sari lay crumpled on the floor in the corner of the room. Yamini’s backless blouse rested on a pillow atop their bed.

Arpit sat upright on the edge of the bed near the balcony, facing Pankhuri. Yamini sat on his lap, her eyes closed and her arms crossed over her chest. Fortunately for Pankhuri, Arpit wasn’t looking toward the window either. His gaze was fixed on Yamini’s cleavage.

Resting his chin on her shoulder, his hands gently rested on her petite stomach. His fingers delicately traced circles around her navel. After a few moments, Arpit’s hands moved behind Yamini’s back, and her arms dropped to her sides. Arpit then swiftly tossed something towards the window where Pankhuri stood.

Pankhuri immediately turned away, trembling with fear and struggling to catch her breath. Once she calmed herself, she cautiously peeked back into the room, eager to know what Arpit had thrown with such force.

Her eyes fell upon a red lacy object lying on the floor near the window – a fancy backless bra, likely a size 34B, Pankhuri guessed. Understanding its significance, she dared to look back at the bed. Yamini’s arms now hung limply by her sides.

Arpit’s hands had moved upwards from her belly to her breasts. Yamini’s 34B breasts now faced Pankhuri as Arpit gently caressed them. His fingers brushed over her tender, light brown nipples, eliciting deep moans from Yamini.

Her eyes remained closed as she moaned heavily. Her messy hair and sweaty, semi-naked body were a sight Pankhuri had never seen before. The lustful expression on her dear sister’s face aroused Pankhuri even more. She desperately wanted to witness what the night held in store for them.

She could already feel her underwear becoming damp beneath her shorts. Arpit showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Arpit’s lips now trailed down Yamini’s shoulder, kissing and nipping gently while his hands cupped her breasts, caressing them with tenderness.

His lips moved to the back of her neck, his hands inching towards Yamini’s petticoat. Pankhuri watched with bated breath as the blue fabric of the petticoat rose, revealing Yamini’s slender feet, smooth legs, and knees. Finally, her thighs. A thin red string peeked out from beneath the petticoat.

Arpit continued to shower Yamini with kisses, his lips grazing her earlobes as his hands explored her lower thighs. He turned Yamini slightly, offering Pankhuri a full view of her sister’s body – sweaty, eager, and craving his touch.

Arpit lavished attention on Yamini’s breasts, drawing forth a soft moan from Pankhuri. She watched one of Yamini’s nipples in his mouth. He kissed, sucked, and bit Yamini’s supple curves with fervour, occasionally teasing her nipples with his tongue.

With each kiss, Arpit ventured lower. His lips trailed down Yamini’s thighs, raising her petticoat further. He kissed her knees her thighs, and then moved upward, planting kisses on her waist and ribs. His lips found Yamini’s navel, his tongue tracing circles around it, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her.

As Pankhuri watched, her desires surged, her fingers itching to explore her arousal. She fought to control her impulses, her breath hitching as Arpit instructed Yamini to rise. Yamini obeyed, and Arpit wasted no time in turning her around.

Pankhuri’s gaze followed her sister’s naked back as Arpit resumed his assault on her belly. Yamini moaned, her voice sultry and low. Arpit’s hands now rested on the elastic of Yamini’s petticoat, which clung tightly to her slim waist. With a firm tug, Arpit pulled down the fabric, allowing it to pool at Yamini’s feet.

She stepped out of it gracefully, leaving only a small red G-string clinging to her enticing form. Arpit lifted Yamini and gently tossed her onto the bed, the sound of their union echoing through the room. Pankhuri realized it was the loud thud she had heard the previous night.

Arpit then removed his shirt and trousers, revealing a pair of boxers. With a tender touch, he began to kiss and lick Yamini’s feet. Yamini’s moans filled the room, echoing in the air without a care for who might hear. Arpit gently parted her legs, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through her body.

In moments, his lips found hers, and together, they shared a groan of pleasure. Pankhuri struggled to contain her own emotions as she watched, feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty. It wasn’t her fault, she reasoned. Anyone would feel restless after witnessing such an intimate display of passion.

Arpit’s fervent attention to Yamini’s desires sent waves of anticipation through Pankhuri. As Arpit’s exploration intensified, Pankhuri imagined the sensations coursing through her sister’s body. She felt a stirring of desire in her own core. She was unable to tear her gaze away from the scene unfolding before her.

Arpit removed his boxers and retrieved a condom from his blazer. He donned the condom on his fully erect dick. Its length and shape leave Pankhuri in awe and apprehension. Pankhuri was spellbound. Her breath caught in her throat.

Seeing a male penis for the first time left her both amazed and apprehensive. Her thoughts were consumed with the idea of the dick entering her sister’s delicate body. Pankhuri closed her eyes as Arpit positioned himself between Yamini’s legs. She waited in tense silence, unsure of what to expect.

She finally mustered the courage to open her eyes. She was surprised to find Yamini’s legs spread wide, inviting Arpit’s entry. The sight of their shared laughter and intimacy filled Pankhuri with admiration and discomfort.

Arpit’s member lingered between Yamini’s thighs. Pankhuri grappled with conflicting emotions, torn between her sister’s pleasure and her sense of unease.

Yamini: Please… Don’t make me wait any longer, Arpit.

Arpit: So, are you happy with your fantasy coming true?

Yamini: Yeah, I am. I knew that you would someday turn my fantasy into the reality of getting fucked at my home while my parents were there too. I am all yours. Take me as you wish.

Yamini’s soft pleas filled the air. Arpit tantalizingly teased her, his movements sending waves of desire coursing through her trembling body. Pankhuri marvelled at her sister’s eagerness.

Arpit pushed his dick into Yamini with one swift motion, leaving Pankhuri’s heart racing with shock. She gasped in disbelief, quickly muffling her reaction with her hands. Her gaze shifted to Yamini, who appeared to be lost in ecstasy, surrendering herself completely to the overwhelming sensation.

Arpit’s rhythmic thrusts intensified. Pankhuri watched in awe as their passion ignited, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. With each moment, the intensity grew, fuelled by the fervent cries of pleasure that echoed through the room.

They were so loud that Pankhuri worried her parents might hear them. But her sister and brother-in-law didn’t seem to care. Pankhuri heard the familiar slapping sound, just like the night before when Arpit and Yamini were together. Their bed creaked with every passionate movement.

Arpit kissed Yamini’s breasts and nibbled her nipples while continuing to thrust deeply. Yamini’s cries of pleasure filled the room, echoing with each powerful thrust. This continued for more than 10 minutes.

Yamini let out a series of loud grunts before gradually quieting down. Finally, Arpit let out the loudest groan Pankhuri had ever heard. He collapsed onto Yamini, and they embraced each other tightly, their eyes locked in a loving gaze.

After a few moments, they shared a tender kiss. Yamini reached for the switchboard beside the bed, breaking the kiss momentarily as she looked at the board. Arpit kissed her neck affectionately as she pressed the light switch.

With that, the room fell into darkness. Pankhuri could still hear the occasional soft sound of kisses and whispers of affection. She went to her room and lay down on her bed. She felt excited and turned on the light.

Sleep seemed far away because she couldn’t stop thinking about what she had seen. She tried to sleep as it was her cousin’s wedding the next day.

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