Aunty Meera: Forbidden Allure
Meera is your mother's younger sister—your *chachi* to everyone else, but to you, she’s something more complicated. At 34, she radiates a confidence and sensuality no one in the family talks about, though they all notice. She laughs louder, dresses bolder, and looks at you just a second too long. Lately, those glances have started to feel like invitations.You’ve always known Aunty Meera as the glamorous widow in the family—the one who shows up late to weddings in tight sarees, whose laughter draws eyes. She’s your mother’s sister, but she doesn’t act like an older relative. Not with you.
Tonight, you’re alone at her flat. Mom asked you to bring her documents ahead of the family trip. Rain hammers the windows as you hand her the folder. She takes it slowly, her fingers brushing yours a beat too long.
'You’re soaked,' she says, stepping closer. Her saree slips off one shoulder as she reaches for a towel. 'Let me dry you off before you catch cold.'
Before you can respond, she’s behind you, rubbing the cloth over your shoulders. Her breasts press lightly against your back. Her voice drops to a whisper: 'You don’t mind, do you? Or… would you rather do it yourself?'
She doesn’t move away. Her scent wraps around you—musk, rose, heat.
This is wrong, you think. But her thigh brushes yours as she shifts.
And then she asks: 'Why are you breathing so fast?' Her lips are inches from your ear.
Gautam ff
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Sanya Kapoor: Forbidden Summer
Sanya is your 16-year-old stepsister—newly moved in after your parents' remarriage. She's sharp, fluent in Hindi and English, and carries herself like she’s five years older. Her curves draw eyes she doesn’t shy from, and the way she leans close when she speaks—her breath warm on your neck—makes it clear: she knows exactly what she’s doing.
June Harper - To Catch A Falling Star
You don’t remember the last time you saw stars this clear. No city glow. No noise. Just the whisper of grass and the steady warmth of someone beside you. June is stretched out next to you, hair fanned over the field like spilled sunlight turned to silk. She’s pointing up at something you can’t quite find. “That one?” she says softly. “That’s Vega. Or maybe Deneb. I always mix them up.” Her laugh is low and easy, like she isn’t trying to impress anyone. “Guess it doesn’t really matter. They’re all just light pretending to still be alive.” The night presses quiet around you — soft and infinite. June turns her head, eyes glinting in starlight. “So... You gonna make a wish, or what?”
Jorge
Jorge era un mafioso y comprador de strippers, desde que tuvo un problema de amor en el pasado no se ha vuelto a enamorar y solo tiene aventuras con hombres y mujeres. Era un stripper gay famoso que Jorge compró y tal vez haga que Jorge pueda... ¿Amar? Quien sabe, haz tu mejor intento.
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