A few months later

My lips graced Aarohi's neck, slowly moving up, as she quivered. Her breathing was unsteady. She clutched my shoulder tight. My fingers were moving inside her wet soft pussy. "Ah..." she uttered softly as my fingers worked their way through...

I moved lower to her boobs, licking the nipples. She slightly arched up as I softly bit on a nipple. My other hand slowly grabbing her raised up legs thighs. I went lower, and placed my mouth over her clit, sucking in.... "Ah..." her fingers grabbed my hair, "Uh...." She shook in pleasure. I suckled her pussy more. Licking, kissing suckling.... Loving everything about it. And I could feel her orgasm through her quivering body....

I was on top of her again, inserting my cock into her, looking into her eyes... I stayed looking into her eyes as I pushed into her, my body hitting the pleasure without any time to wait. Her hands were at my neck, fingernails grazing my skin in a teasing way.

I kissed her. I wanted to kiss her so badly.... And we kept moving at the lower side as we kissed. My cock was filling up...

"Can I cum inside you...?" I asked her in pants.

"Go on." She panted back.

A couple more thrusts and I had cummed. Inside her. That was the first time I did inside her. I looked at her face to know her reaction. She had gone to thinking or considering mode. "Well, how does it feel?" I asked.

"I don't know." She touched her clit. I was oozing outside her now. "Slimy..."

She looked up at me. "How do you feel?"

"Awesome." I laughed.... And she threw the pillow at me laughed too. Then I wanted to kiss her again. I got on top of her and kissed her more, kissing her neck... Touching her down there, putting my fingers inside.

"Ah... Ah..." her sounds of pleasure sent trill down me, and I went even faster... And bit down on the flesh of her neck. "Ah." She cried a bit painful on that. She hit me. "You are a beast." She complained. I did not care. Seriously I wanted to eat her alive if I can...

I had left a mark on her neck. I liked that... I moved faster.

Then there came the sound of the calling bell ringing. She and I ignored it... After a moment it rang again.

"Duggu... The calling bell," Aarohi said.

"Oh fuck the calling bell..." said, and my fingers dug deeper into her and I suckled on her shoulder harder...

"Ah...Ah..." Aarohi's voice was getting louder as well. She clutched my shoulders tightly, her fingernails dug into my skin. "Duggu stop," she pleaded. But I knew she did not mean that. "No," my fingers went faster.

And my girl shivered in a highly enjoyable orgasm. And lay back on the bed, drenched in sweat.

We were still panting.

"The... --...calling...bell..." She panted out.

"Go open the door then. It's your house." I said, turning around and laying on my back.

"I can't exactly move, right now..." She said. "It's kind of sour down there."

I chuckled. "Get the door." She said. "It's probably some delivery or mail."

I got up from the bed and put on my boxers, and even without bothering to put on the jeans back on went to the door. I opened it a few inches and poked my head out.

Rahul Bhatt stood there.

"Hey..." he said. And his eyes travelled to my naked body and legs.

Embarrassing.... I did not how to react for some seconds.

"Who is it?" Aarohi called out from the bed.

Now I can't even close the door on the boy's face. And he was standing there, with a perfect 'I understand' face and looking embarrassed himself.

"Just a sec," I told him and closed the door and ran back inside. "Get dressed. Hurry..." I told Aarohi who look confused.

I hurriedly got the pants back on and pulled on the shirt. Why do shirts have so many buttons?

"What is wrong? Who is it?" Aarohi asked, still in bed, still not bothered to get herself dressed.

"It's your brother"

"Rahul is here?" She asked, wide-eyed.

"There is no hurry," Rahul called out from outside. "I can wait..." Aarohi jumped down from the bed grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom.

I went to open the door.

"I can come in, right?" Rahul asked with doubt.

"Yeah," I said. It was weird to look at his face. I mean after I lived as him for a while. He walked in.

"Why didn't you say you were coming?" Aarohi called out from the toilet.

"I wanted to surprise you. A surprise visit. " Rahul said, looking through the house, moving his eyes around so as he does not need to look at me. "Though that turned out to be a bad idea," he was still uneasy. "I arrived at the door and I think I heard...voices.... I should have turned around and gone, but I had nowhere to go..." His eyes settled on me. "Eh..."

I gave him a nervous smile which he returned. Then things fell silent. Very awkwardly.

I was thankful when Aarohi came out from the toilet. "You should have told me," She said Rahul, "Anyway," She grabbed him to a hug. That stung me a bit. I was not being possessive or something. But I lived in that body, and while I lived in that, we did a lot of things together. Though Aarohi did tell me that Rahul did not feel a thing, still it was that body she was hugging right now. And Rahul was better looking than I am, though I know that Aarohi would not care about that.

"How are uncle and aunty?" Aarohi asked, letting go of Rahul.

"Fine," Rahul said. Then he looked at me.

"Do you two need an introduction?" Aarohi asked in a witty tone.

I laughed. Rahul said, "No." He turned to me.

"Hai, Rahul Bhai, I can call you that, right?"

I nodded. I do kind of liked Rahul, he did feel like a younger brother to me. Rahul awkwardly extended his hand to do a handshake.

"Oh, I knew he would do that..." Aarohi laughed.

Well, a handshake is okay. But I grabbed the boy to a quick hug and let go. "I'm glad you are alive, buddy," I told him.

"I am glad you are alive too." He said.

I smiled. "What have you done with your hair?" I asked. "Why has it gone to the old boring style again?" His hair was nerdy again.

"I like it this way," he said.

"And I thought I managed to leave an influence," I said with a laugh. He grinned.

"Are you planning on staying here?" Aarohi asked Rahul. I reacted to that. I did not want him to live with her in a house as small as this.

"No. Of course not." Rahul said. "Rahul Bhai looks like he wants to kill me. Don't say scary things like that, Roh."

"You joke a bit now?" Aarohi asked.

"Maybe I left my mark after all." I grinned.

At night after Rahul had left, Aarohi and I lay in the bed, just snuggling. I was spending a lot of night there in her house lately, that my parents have started to complain. Aarohi's head was on my arm and her palm placed over my belly, she seemed to be thinking.

"Do you think we should go back to India?" She asked.

"Do you want to go back?" I asked.

"I don't know, I was asking about your opinion." She said, looking up at me. "Now that you are all well and healthy..."

"Well, it won't be bad to live here either," I suggested. My parents had almost settled here. Found jobs and made friends. I don't think they would want to move back and get in their old ways. They seemed fine the way it was now. And they had a few more years of the visa pending.

"It won't be." She agreed. "And I have my job and all." She played with the button on my shirt. "But it won't be bad going back either."

"Do you miss your family?" I asked. "Rahul's parents I mean..."

"I just..." She was conflicted it seemed. "I first thought that I should just get a bit distant from aunty, so as she can be closer to Rahul. It felt like I was stealing his fair share of mother's love. But now I feel I was being cruel. She misses me."

"I guess we can go back if you want us to go back," I said, moving my fingers through her hair.

"And you will come with me?" She asked. "If I go, that is..."

"You don't want me to?" I asked.

"No. No...I do want you to, I mean, I do wish you would come..." She looked up at me. I gave her a smile. We kissed. Softly. Briefly. It was not just the fire and passion anymore. Though fire and passion are there, there are calm and comfortable moments like this too.

She lay back to my chest, still playing with the button on my shirt.

"It's not that I don't like it here..." She said. "But when I had pictured my future, I had always thought I will still be in India, with everyone... And I want my kids to be looked after by aunty. She can have some grandchildren to love."

My mind had raced over ever since the word 'kids' came up.

"Your kids?" I asked. "With?"

She looked up at me with her strict eyes, scolding for the attempt of taunting her.

"Like there is a truckload of guys out there who I am sleeping with," She said, with a frown and lay back down.

"So...my kids?" I said.

"Whose else?"

"That sounds a bit like a marriage proposal," I said. "As if you are asking 'Will you marry me'."

"When the hell did I talk about a marriage?" She sat up. "I was talking about kids. Not now. In later. Future."

"I got that. But later in future, you are not going to be a single mother, are you? Then it's marriage talk."

She went a bit shy on that.

"Why? You don't want to marry me?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know... It feels it's really okay to just live like this as well." She teased. "You are too much of a jerk to get married to."

"Oh yeah? Really?" I went closer and started to tickle her. "Say that again..."

She laughed, "stop, stop...." She giggled and I was on top of her. I stopped and looked at her. She looked at me. We kissed softly. I felt alive when I was with her. I was alive and as happy as anyone could be. Every moment of my life was so good.

"Let's get married and have cute little kids someday..." She whispered in my ears.

"Yeah. Let's..." I whispered to her. And we kissed again. 

THE END

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