She was just… Urvin. His elder sister. His annoying roommate. His friend. The person he genuinely enjoyed having around and found himself growing deeply attached to once again. His beautiful, untouchable sister that he eagerly looked forward to when she would lean her soft body against his, feeling her intoxicating warmth and the forbidden tingles that crept over his skin when she was near. Just a girl that had a set of absolute killer legs that ran all the way up into that perfectly tight, sexy dress, which was way too fucking hot for some random college guy named Karan who barely even knew her.
That’s it. That’s all she was.
His knee started bouncing aggressively again.
The painful thought of her leaving through that front door, looking that sexy, to meet some guy named ‘Karan’ left a dark, empty space in his chest he couldn’t explain and absolutely didn’t want to think about.
But he did think about it. And he immediately began making desperate excuses for why he was thinking about it and why he felt the way he did. He was nineteen, deeply horny, and surrounded not only by cute girls all day at university but an incredibly hot one right at home. He had no girlfriend and zero privacy. He had no way to release all this pent-up,
aggressive energy from his rapidly building desires.
That was it. It had to be. That’s all it was.
He just needed… release.
The sharp, rhythmic click-clack of her velvet heels walking around the kitchen as she transferred lipsticks and keys from her usual bag to a smaller “going out” purse brought him out of his dark thoughts. He looked up just as a heavy knock came at the front door.
“Woh Karan aa gaya. Main tainu baad vich mildi haan, shayad dus baje tak.” She gave a little wave, her face glowing, and stepped out the door. “Hi, Karan….,” she said sweetly as the heavy wooden door closed shut behind her, not giving Vyom even a single second to catch a look at the man taking his sister out.
Vyom immediately threw the controller down, stormed into his bedroom, and violently woke up his laptop. He aggressively stripped off his jeans and boxers, sat down heavily in his desk chair, and dove straight into his hidden porn folder titled “College Girls.” It was loaded with images of eighteen to twenty-four-year-old girls with fantastic, thin, youthful bodies with handfuls of perfect breasts and perfectly round asses.
As his cock hardened instantly while aggressively stroking his dry skin, he scrolled through the photos rapidly. He searched and searched, desperately looking for girls with long, thin, toned legs… especially in heels. Finding some, he opened and resized the explicit images around his dual monitors.
His thick dick throbbed painfully as he reached for a bottle of basic body lotion he kept hidden in his drawer. Pumping a generous amount into his palm, he gasped loudly at the sudden shock of the cold, creamy wetness and tight friction as he wrapped his bare hand forcefully around his swollen hood and down his thick shaft. He leaned his head back into his chair, closed his eyes tightly, and tried to imagine his fist was the tight, wet heat of one of the women on the glowing screens in front of him.
