Flap… squelch… flap-flap-squelch…
“Ohhh… heing… ahhhhh… Nana… go faster…”
My hands locked tight around her slim hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as I slammed forward harder. The wet, filthy sound of skin meeting skin filled the small bedroom of my RK flat. Her tight little pussy gripped me like a fist — hot, silky, impossibly snug — yet so slippery-wet that every thrust slid deep with a loud, lewd squelch.
Flap… squelch… flap-flap-flap…
She moaned louder, high and broken, face pressed into the pillow, dark hair stuck to her sweaty neck. I could feel my balls drawing up, twitching hard. I was right on the edge.
I grabbed her shoulder and yanked her upper body up. She was completely drenched in sweat, skin gleaming under the dim light. Her eyes flew open wide, glassy and panicked.
“No Nana… wait… wait— Ahhhhhhhh!”
I drove my cock all the way in, burying every thick inch until my hips slammed flush against her ass and the head kissed the deepest part of her. Her eyes rolled back. Her back arched sharply, soft full breasts thrusting forward, nipples stiff and shiny with sweat.
That was it.
I started to cum — thick, hot ropes flooding her.
“Ohhhhh Nana… Ngh… it’s… it’s tooo hottt… ngh…”
I reached around, grabbed both of her soft, sweaty breasts, squeezing them hard while my cock kept pulsing, pumping more cum deep inside her. My hips jerked a few more times, emptying everything I had.
Then silence, broken only by our ragged breathing.
I collapsed beside her. My cock slipped free with a wet pop, still half-hard and glistening. A thick trail of cum slowly leaked out of her swollen, used pussy.
She turned her head toward me, chest still heaving.
“How… how man…y times is it, Nana? Seven? My pussy starts to burn… ahh…”
I stared at the ceiling, heart hammering.
“Wtf is this sex drive…”
She gave a weak, breathless little laugh, voice soft and dazed.
“Yah… I don’t know what is happening today… but I can’t say it’s bad as a birthday gift.”
I closed my eyes for a second.
Birthday gift.
Eighteen.
Three months ago none of this existed.
I tried to force my mind backward, past the sweat and the cum and the way her body still trembled next to mine… back to the ordinary day when everything quietly started.
—
Three months earlier.
The fluorescent lights of the manufacturing site hummed above my head. I was standing near the testing bench, checking a circuit board layout on my tablet, when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
Mom.
I swiped to answer.
“Hello?”
“Hello?”
“Son…” My mother’s voice came warm through the phone. “Your aunty is here with me. Chuin has an important exam, but there is no centre in our village. They are asking if she can apply from Hyderabad. Can she stay with you for a few days?”
I leaned against the workbench, tablet still in my other hand. “Yes, Ma. Tell Aunty it’s fine. She can come.”
There was soft murmuring on the other end, then my mother again. “Okay, son. I’ll tell them. You take care of her properly, haan?”
“I will.”
I hung up, sent a short message to Chuin — *Study properly* — and went back to the circuit boards. Three months passed like that. Work, gym, the usual quiet life of a single 26-year-old in Hyderabad.
Then, one afternoon while I was at the manufacturing site again, my phone rang with an unknown number.
“Hello?”
A familiar soft voice, slightly breathless from train noise. “Nana…? It’s me. I just boarded the train. I’ll reach Hyderabad tomorrow morning.”
I straightened immediately. “Chuin? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“It was sudden… the exam date got confirmed. Nana, will you come to the station?”
“Of course. Message me the train number. I’ll be there.”
I informed my manager, left early the next morning, and stood on the platform as the train groaned to a halt. Passengers poured out. Then I saw her — small suitcase trailing behind, dark hair tied loosely, wearing a simple kurti. The moment her eyes found me she broke into a run, suitcase bouncing, and launched herself forward.
She jumped.
I caught her easily. Her entire body slammed against my chest; she barely reached the middle of it. Soft, rounded breasts pressed firmly against me for a second before she pulled back, laughing, still holding my shoulders.
“Nana, you’re just like a mountain now!”
I smirked down at her. “No, Chuin… you just haven’t grown at all.”
She punched my arm lightly, still grinning. “Liar.”
We laughed. I took her suitcase, led her to my car, and drove straight to the office. The moment we stepped inside, a few of the younger engineers looked up.
One of them — Ravi from the testing team — walked over a little too quickly, smiling wide.
“Arre, who’s this, boss? New intern?”
Chuin gave a polite smile. I answered before he could continue. “Family. She’s here for an exam. Don’t disturb her.”
Ravi still tried. “Exam? Which one? I can help if you need notes or anything… coffee maybe?”
Chuin shook her head gently. “No, thank you. Nana is already helping me.”
The way she said *Nana* made Ravi’s smile falter for a second. He backed off, though I caught him glancing at her more than once while she sat in my cabin with her books open. Other colleagues brought tea, offered biscuits, asked if she needed the printer. She stayed focused, answering softly, always calling me Nana whenever she needed something.
By evening the office emptied. I closed my laptop.
“Let’s go, Chuin.”
She packed her notes quickly. We loaded her suitcase into the car and drove to my RK apartment. The small two-BHK felt quieter than usual with her soft footsteps following me inside. I showed her the spare room, the bathroom, the kitchen.
“Exam is tomorrow,” I said, setting her bag down. “Birthday is the day after. Just study properly tonight. Don’t stress too much.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, rolling her shoulders with a small wince. “Notes are fine… but my shoulders are so stiff from the train, Nana.”
I hesitated only a second. “Wait. Let me massage.”
She turned slightly, giving me her back. I sat behind her and started with her shoulders — firm, careful presses. She let out a quiet sigh. My hands moved lower, working the knots near her shoulder blades, then the sides of her neck. When I reached under her arms to loosen the tight muscles there, my fingers brushed the soft outer curve of her breast through the thin fabric of her kurti. I felt the warmth, the slight give of flesh, and pulled my hand back at once, returning to her shoulders and upper back as if nothing happened.
She didn’t say anything. She just kept reading her notes, breathing a little deeper.
After ten minutes I stopped. “Better?”
“Mmm… much better, Nana. Thank you.”
I stood, stretched, and went to my own room. The last thing I saw before sleep took me was the soft yellow light from her doorway and the quiet rustle of pages as she continued studying late into the night.
That was how Chuin first came into my home.
Sometime past midnight the soft rustle of pages finally stopped. I heard quiet footsteps. The mattress dipped beside me. Chuin slipped under the blanket and curled up against my side, one small hand resting lightly on my arm. The apartment was only one bedroom; the bed was wide enough. We had slept like this as kids. It felt natural.
I drifted off to the faint scent of her hair and the steady warmth of her body.
—
Morning light filtered through the curtains. Soft fingers shook my shoulder.
“Nana… wake up. I made breakfast.”
I opened my eyes. Chuin stood by the bed in a pale pink nighty — thin cotton that clung a little too honestly to her. The soft weight of her breasts pushed against the fabric, fuller than I remembered from childhood, the outline of her nipples faintly visible in the morning light. She noticed my glance for half a second, then looked away, cheeks colouring.
“Omelette and bread,” she said quickly. “Exam is at two. It’s Friday.”
I sat up, rubbed my face, and reached for my phone. “I’ll apply for work-from-home today. Stay and help you till you leave.”
She smiled, relieved. “Thank you, Nana.”
We ate at the small table. She kept adjusting the neckline of the nighty whenever she leaned forward. I kept my eyes on the plate more than necessary. After breakfast she went to shower. Steam drifted from the bathroom door. When she came out wrapped in a towel, hair wet and dripping, she hurried past me into the room to change. I caught only a flash of smooth brown skin and the soft bounce of her chest before the door clicked shut.
I helped her revise a few last points while she sat cross-legged on the bed in a simple kurti and jeans. Every time she leaned over the notes her shoulder brushed my arm. The air between us felt a little thicker than yesterday.
At one-thirty I grabbed the car keys. “Come. I’ll drop you.”
The exam centre was crowded. Boys and girls streamed in looking nervous. I waited outside until she disappeared through the gate, then drove home and tried to work. At five the gates opened again. Students poured out — most of the boys looking defeated, muttering about tough papers.
Chuin walked toward me slowly, face tired.
“It was so hard, Nana… I don’t know how I wrote anything.”
I reached out and ruffled her hair the way I used to when we were kids.
She immediately ducked away. “Arre! Don’t touch a girl’s head like that.”
I leaned down a little, smirking. “Okay… so except head-touching, everything else is fine?”
Her eyes widened, then she laughed and punched my arm. “Nana! Shut up.”
We drove back. The apartment felt lighter once we were inside again. I ordered pizza. While we waited we sat on the floor and played Ludo. She cheated openly, giggling every time she sent my token home. When the pizza arrived we ate straight from the box, talking about nothing important — old village stories, her exam stress, my boring office. Her laughter was soft and frequent.
Night settled. The pizza box was empty. She changed back into the same pink nighty. I switched off the main light, leaving only the dim bedside lamp. She climbed into bed first and shifted close without asking. I lay down beside her. Her smaller body curled into mine, back against my chest, my arm naturally settling around her waist. Warm skin, soft breath, the faint scent of her shampoo.
Neither of us said anything more.
In a few minutes her breathing slowed. Mine followed.
We slept like that — two warm bodies pressed together in the quiet dark of the one-bedroom flat — the day of her exam finally over.
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