Sister’s Submission to Save Her Brother’s Job – Part 2

Months turned into years. My fantasies about Ankita remained vivid in my mind, but life started to change. I graduated from college with a degree in software engineering and secured a job in Gurugram. It offered opportunities and independence that I eagerly embraced.

With a sense of pride and accomplishment, I bought a house in a quiet neighbourhood. I was determined to build a new life for myself. Paying off the home loan was a challenge. But I managed it with careful budgeting and a commitment to my career.

I furnished the house modestly but comfortably, turning it into a space that felt truly mine. I settled into this new chapter of my life. Then, I received a call from Ankita. She was now in college and faced with the challenge of finding suitable accommodation.

It made perfect sense for her to move in with me. After all, we had grown up together, and she was practically family. The excitement of having Ankita living with me was overwhelming. The fantasies I’d harboured for so long felt like they were on the brink of becoming a reality.

The thought of living under the same roof with just the two of us was both thrilling and terrifying. Ankita arrived on a bright, sunny afternoon. I got to see her after months. Her eyes were sparkling with anticipation. I helped her carry her bags into the house. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement.

She looked different—more mature, more confident. But she still had that same warm smile that always made my heart race. As she settled, we fell into a comfortable routine. Ankita was a diligent student, often spending hours in her room studying or attending online classes.

I respected her space. But there were moments when our paths crossed in ways that sent my mind running into fantasy. One evening, after a long day at work, I returned home and found Ankita in the living room. Her hair was cascading down her back in a loose, wavy style.

She was wearing a simple tank top and shorts. Her bare legs were stretched out on the couch. My heart skipped a beat as I greeted her, trying to keep my calm.

“Hey, how was your day?” she asked, looking up from her laptop with a smile.

“It was good,” I replied, my voice slightly shaky. “How about you? How’s college going?”

“It’s going well, just a lot of assignments,” she sighed, running a hand through her long hair. “But I’m managing.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her hair. It was everything I had fantasized about—long, beautiful, and mesmerizing. I became a great admirer of her long hair which I never explored. Her hair was ignored by me always, but now they become an attraction.

As the days turned into weeks, the tension between us grew. There were moments when our hands brushed accidentally, sending electric shocks through my body. Sometimes, I would find her looking at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. As if she was aware of the fantasies I kept hidden.

It was a Sunday. I woke up late. As I came out of my room, I heard some sounds in the kitchen. When I went there, I saw Ankita turning the kitchen upside down. She was in her tees and shorts. My eyes couldn’t stop from going on to her waxed thighs.

I instantly got a hard-on, and then, when I moved my gaze up. I noticed a small part of her cleavage was visible, with a sweat line starting from her neck. She was struggling with flour, trying to make paratha for breakfast. My looks moved towards her boobs which were free and moving as she was mixing the flour.

I also noticed her pointing nipples. Maybe she was turned on by the chilled morning. I wished I could grab them with my fingers and squeeze them. Making her moan and then kiss her moaning face hard. I stood there looking at her jiggling boobs, with my dick getting in shape slowly.

She looked at me and said, “Bro, why do you stand over there? Please come and help your sis na.” She made a puppy face for which I couldn’t say no. But fuck, my dick was poking out of the boxer. Before I could think of how to escape the current situation, Ankita came beside me.

She pushed the bowl towards me to mix. I pressed myself closer to the table to hide my erection. That’s when the spoon fell, and my sister bent down to pick it up. I moved my head to my left to see her cleavage as she bent down to pick up the spoon. That’s when she noticed my erection for the first time.

She didn’t react to it and tried to show everything was normal. I somehow escaped from there. I was nervous. But as I went back to my room, I relieved myself after such an erotic morning. We were comfortable in our new home, so after settling into our new home.

I decided to host a small housewarming party to celebrate my achievement of buying a house at an early age. I invited some of my friends and my colleagues from work to come over and see the new place. It was a modest gathering, but I wanted to show off my new house and the life I was building.

The party was going well, with everyone enjoying themselves. My boss, Rajesh, a South Indian guy, was also there. He was a charming man, confident and well-spoken. As the evening went on, I noticed him taking an interest in Ankita. He complimented her, trying to engage her in conversation.

But Ankita, being conservative and traditional, didn’t appreciate his advances. She was becoming uncomfortable with his continuous presence. Eventually, she snapped at him, telling him off in front of everyone to stop. Her voice was loud, and her tone was rude as she was offended by Rajesh.

As soon as it happened, Rajesh could not manage to stay longer. He left the party without saying a word. It was clearly evident that he did not like how Ankita behaved in front of all his other friends and colleagues. The atmosphere grew tense, and the party ended soon after.

I could see the anger in Rajesh’s eyes as he left. As the party ended, Ankita looked disturbed of the party. We did not talk about this incident that night. We both cleaned up our place and went to bed.

The next day at work, Rajesh, my boss, called me into his office. His attitude was cold but unforgiving.

“Dev, we need to talk,” he said, motioning for me to sit down.

“Yes, sir?” I replied, my heart was sinking.

“Your sister disrespected me last night. I don’t tolerate that kind of behaviour,” he said, his voice stern. “I’m considering letting you go.”

Panic washed over me. Losing my job would mean losing everything. The house, the loan, my future – it all depended on this job. I couldn’t afford to lose it.

“Please, sir,” I begged. “It was a misunderstanding. She’s not used to this kind of attention. She’s very traditional.”

Rajesh leaned back in his chair, a calculating look in his eyes. “I see. But you understand my position, don’t you? Respect is important.”

“Yes, sir. I understand,” I said, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. He was silent for a moment, then leaned forward. “There might be a way to fix this, Dev. But it will require some effort on your part.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my mind racing.

“I think you know what I mean,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

A cold chill ran down my spine as I realized what he was implying. I struggled to maintain my composure.

“Sir, I don’t think I understand,” I said, hoping to deflect his intentions.

Rajesh smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Let’s just say that I could overlook last night’s incident if you were willing to make a few accommodations.”

The room felt suddenly smaller. The air was telling me unspoken threats.

“It would be a shame for you to lose everything over a simple misunderstanding, wouldn’t it?”

The tension in the room was palpable. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I grappled with the impossible decision before me.

“I… I need some time to think about this,” I stammered, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere of Rajesh’s office.

“Of course,” Rajesh said, his tone mocking. “Take all the time you need. But remember, the clock is ticking.”

As I left his office, my mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. How could I manage to keep my job? The stakes were higher than ever, and the choices before me seemed impossible. I knew I had to find a way out of this nightmare, but every option seemed fraught with peril.

That evening, I returned home feeling more conflicted than ever. Ankita greeted me with her usual warmth, but I couldn’t shake the dark cloud hanging over my thoughts. As we sat down for dinner, I struggled to maintain normalcy.

“How was your day?” she asked, noticing my distraction.

“It was… complicated,” I replied, forcing a smile. “Work stuff.”

She looked concerned but didn’t press further. As the evening wore on, I found myself lost in thought, trying to devise a plan to navigate the treacherous situation I was in. The pressure was immense, and the stakes couldn’t have been higher. One thing was certain: I had to find a way to secure our future, no matter what it took.

The next day at work, Rajesh called me into his office again. His tone was even colder and more chilling than the past day.

“Dev, I’ve given you some time to think,” he said, motioning for me to sit down. “Have you made a decision?”

I sat down, desperately trying to find a way out. “Sir, I understand the importance of respect, but Ankita is very traditional. She didn’t mean to disrespect you and….”

Rajesh’s expression remained stern. “I’m not interested in excuses, Dev. I demanded a sincere apology from Ankita, and it can be only repaid through her spending a night in my bed.”

My blood ran cold. Was he really suggesting this? The implications were horrifying, but the reality of my situation was equally dire. The weight of the mortgage, the stability of my new life, and the future I was building all hung in the balance.

“Sir, Ankita is my sister,” I said, my voice barely steady. “I can’t ask her to do anything she’s uncomfortable with.”

Rajesh’s smile didn’t waver. “Think about it, Dev. I’m not asking for much, just a little cooperation.” Without saying any word further, I left his cabin. Seeing a black guy fucking Ankita was my ultimate dream.

Even in fear of losing a job, the thought of Rajesh fucking Ankita provoked my mind. Mixed feelings for Ankita, the guilt of seeing anyone blackmailing for their sister, but also the excitement of my fantasy.

The thought of Ankita being subjected to Rajesh’s advances was unbearable, but so was the idea of losing my job and everything I had worked so hard to achieve. As I thought more, I found my mind was quite prepared to agree with Rajesh’s demand. But my biggest concern was to talk to Ankita about all this.

To be continued.

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