Romantic Night with My Friend’s Sister – Part 3

I’m Sohail—a techie who earns well, living life my way in the beautiful city of Bangalore. Storywriting is my hobby, and connecting with my readers is my passion. This is my tale with Nida, my friend’s sister.

She stayed quiet, her breathing shaky from the shivering. I kept tickling her sides, my hands brushing her ass, teasing, “Hey, Nida, Do you like monkeys or donkeys like me? Come on, laugh for me!” After a while, she laughed softly, her voice weak but warm, “Sohail, you’re too much.”

Her laughter faded into a shy smile, and she looked at me, her eyes soft and gentle. Then she spoke, her voice full of gratitude, “Sohail, Thank you for helping me, for being here. I don’t know. I would have died if you weren’t here! Even after all this, you’re trying to calm me, comfort me, and care for me. You could have taken advantage of me, but you didn’t.”

For the first time, she reached out, her hands touching my back. Her fingers brushed my bare skin as she hugged me tightly. Her boobs pressed harder against my chest, her leg between mine, her warmth wrapping around me. Her words hit me deep, stirring something in my heart.

I gently removed my hand from her head, lying beside her. My face was so close to hers, our noses almost touching. Her warm breath mixed with mine under the blanket.

I looked into her eyes, my voice soft and emotional, “Nida, I’d never do this kind of help to anyone! I just came to help because of Irfan, but I’m not sure. I started respecting you the moment I saw you at the airport. You have this aura you carry, which I hardly see—I’ve seen the shyness, the respect, and such a good heart, especially when you allowed me to share the same blanket even though you don’t want to get close! Taking advantage is a concern. I’d never take your advantage. And now, getting to know you, you’re the most beautiful girl!”

I laughed softly, my fingers gently touching her cheeks. She smiled. I continued, my voice heartfelt, “Thank you so much for trusting me. Thank you so much for letting me so close. I’m saying this from my heart—I can do anything for this smile.” I stopped, my emotions raw.

Her eyes looked into mine, full of trust and gratitude. She felt my words deep within. In that quiet moment, she leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, a shy little thank-you for helping her. Her lips trembling slightly from shyness and her fever.

The kiss went on for about a minute, our lips moving gently together, full of feeling. I held her closer, my hand caressing her beautiful back, feeling her skin under the blanket, her body pressing against mine, her boobs. It felt so warm and nice. Then, in the closeness, Nida’s hand moved by mistake.

It touched my dick, her fingers staying there for just a second as she might hold it. Her eyes got big, her face turned red, and she pulled back fast with a little gasp. I felt shocked, too. My heart was beating fast. “Nida, I…” I mumbled, moving away quickly, too, the blanket shifting as we separated.

She grabbed the blanket to cover her chest, her hands shaking, “I… I didn’t mean it… sorry!” she said, her voice trembling. I nodded. “It’s okay… I’m sorry, too. Let’s think about your fever now.” I fixed the blanket to cover her better, trying to calm down, knowing we’d gone too far.

I felt bad, thinking of Irfan, her brother. How I was supposed to take care of her, not let this happen. Then my phone rang—it was Irfan. I put it on speaker, my heart beating fast.

“Sohail, thanks a lot for helping Nida,” Irfan said, his voice grateful but quick. “If she feels better, can you pick her up in the morning and drop her at the bus stand?” I swallowed hard, the guilt growing heavier, “Yeah, sure, Irfan. Don’t worry.” He said, “Thanks, man,” and hung up.

I looked at Nida, her eyes meeting mine for a second, both of us feeling the same guilt. Irfan’s trust in me, her as his sister, made the moment feel wrong. I wanted to break the heavy mood.

I said, “Nida, remember when you asked if I go gymming? Because if I didn’t, I would have looked like a big-belly typical uncle!” She giggled softly, “Hahaha.” Her laugh was warm. I laughed, too, “I bet you were laughing inside so much!” She nodded, “Maybe a little!”

We both smiled, the guilt fading as we shared that moment, her trust in me coming back. While laughing, she said, “Sohail, My body is paining… my legs hurt.” I said, “Let me help. I’ll press your legs, okay?” She nodded shyly, “Okay… thank you.”

I moved closer, staying seated on the chair, and began pressing her legs against the blanket. My hands were gentle but firm, trying to ease her pain. Her legs felt warm under the blanket, her breathing slowing as she relaxed.

While pressing, I looked at her, my voice soft, “Nida, you told me about your dream… the café in Mangalore. You should do it. I know you’ll make it amazing.” She smiled a little, “You think so? It’s hard. I don’t know if I can.”

I pressed her leg gently, “You can if you’re so good at cooking. People will love your café. And if anything gets in your way, I’m right behind you, okay? I’ll help you.” Her eyes softened, “Really, Sohail? That means a lot… thank you.”

I nodded, “Yes, really. I mean it. You’ll fulfil all your dreams—I believe in you.” She looked at me, her smile warm, “You’re so nice… I didn’t expect this. I feel better knowing you’re there.” I smiled back, “Always, Nida.”

Just then, she started shivering again, her body trembling under the blanket. “Sohail, I’m feeling shivers,” she said, her voice weak, her face pale from the cold and fever. I rushed to her without asking anything, slipping inside the blanket with her.

She didn’t say anything, ready to let me hug her, her trust in me clear. This time, it felt freer—she rested her head on my chest, hugging me tightly. Her one leg moved over mine, resting right on my dick. It got hard from the closeness.

I felt it and whispered, “Nida… I think someone is getting out of control, and I can’t stop it. Sorry for that.” She understood, tapping my shoulder gently, her voice soft, “I know… It’s okay.”

I told her, “I hope you know if it gets hard, it might leak some precum—not the real sperm. I’m afraid it could touch your leg. If you give me 10 minutes, I’ll go bring something to cover it so the leak doesn’t touch you.” She listened like a good student, her face shy, and asked, “What is that?”

I said, “If you listen, you might feel bad or not like it.” She kept insisting, “Tell me, please,” but I kept saying no. After some time, I whispered, “A condom… just to cover my dick, nothing else.” She looked shocked but understood my meaning, pausing for a brief moment.

Then she shyly leaned close and said in my ear, “No need to go out… I have a few. You can take one.” I was shocked, “Nida… how? “ she replied, “You might know I was with my husband till morning.” I laughed a little, trying to hide my surprise.

I took her bag, smiling, and pulled out one condom while she watched me. For the first time, her boobs weren’t fully covered. The blanket had slipped a bit, showing their boobs. But when I pulled the blanket off my side to put the condom on, she shyly covered her face with her hands and stayed quiet.

I put the condom on quickly, then got back under the blanket, taking her in my arms to hug her tightly, helping stop her shivering. Her head rested on my chest again, her body warming up. The closeness made her feel safe, but she was still a bit tense due to her shyness.

We stayed like that for a while. She looked up at me suddenly, her eyes full of gratitude, shining like stars in the dim light. “Sohail,” she whispered. She leaned in and came closer. My heart was beating as I was about to experience one more kiss, her lips brushing mine in a shy, tender kiss.

I kissed her back, my lips meeting hers with care. The kiss deepened, turning into a wild kiss. We keep on kissing, putting our tongues in each other’s mouths. I held her waist, pulling her on top of me. The kiss got more wild, my hands were grabbing her ass, and she was holding my face.

Her boobs are driving me crazy. I look at her boobs on my chest, and it’s killing me. She caressed my face, her fingers gentle, her voice a soft melody, “Thank you for everything, Sohail.” I smiled, my hand on her waist, “Looks like pleasure is mine, and you are feeling it down there,” and laughed.

She replied, “No comments,” and laughed. Her voice was low, “Sohail, I don’t know if I should say this or not. I got married a few weeks back, but I’ve never felt a kiss this romantic ever.” She hid her face in my chest. I patted her back gently, “It’s okay, Nida…. I agree, this is my best kiss ever.”

I held her tight, her boobs still pressing against me. I whispered, “Nida… can I request one thing?” She lifted her face, “What?” I hesitated, “I don’t know how to say…” She smiled shyly, “If you don’t want to say, then do action.” My heart raced.

I gently placed one finger on her boob, “Can I love these for a while? I have an urge… if you’re not okay, then fine, no issues.” Her eyes widened in shock, her face red, but in a flow, she nodded with her eyes, her trust shining through.

I grabbed her waist softly, slowly dragging her to the bed, her body moving with mine like a gentle wave. I came on top of her, laying her on her side, and slowly dragged the blanket down, revealing her boobs. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes with a sigh of relief, her hands resting by her sides.

I whispered, “They’re so beautiful, Nida.” I held one boob gently, its warmth filling my hand, and she reacted with a deep breath, her chest rising. I leaned closer, my lips brushing her boob, and she let out a soft moan. I kissed her boob romantically, sucking gently.

My other hand held her second boob, focusing on her nipple, giving a slight bite in between, the taste of her skin so pure. She caressed my head, pushing me closer, her fingers running through my hair with care. I kept sucking both boobs slowly, moving between them.

Her moans grew heavy, filling the room with their sound. Her nails scratched my back with every wave of feeling. The blanket fell off completely, leaving us both nude in the room. While sucking, I took her hand and guided it to my dick, and she held it for a moment, her fingers warm.

But then she froze, her breathing fast, “No, Sohail, stop,” she said, her voice shaky, realising we were crossing a limit. I stopped right away, pulling back, “Okay, okay, Nida,” I said softly, respecting her boundary. I grabbed the blanket quickly, covering her body to keep her warm.

I moved out of the bed, took my towel, and wrapped it around my waist. I sat in the chair near the bed. My heart is still racing, but I’m calm, knowing we stopped at the right time.

I sat in the chair, my heart still racing but calm, watching Nida rest under the blanket. Her breathing was slow, and her face was peaceful. I spoke softly, “Nida… about what just happened… I feel we got so close. I didn’t mean to cross any line.”

She opened her eyes, looking at me, her voice gentle, “Hmm, even I should not.” Then she looked at me, her voice low, “After all this, don’t be far… come and sleep beside me. Let’s take a rest.” I hesitated, “It’s okay, Nida, I’ll sleep on the chair.”

But she reached out, holding my hand, and dragged me gently toward the bed, her touch warm. She smiled, a little flirty, “It’s fine if you remove your towel.” I laughed, her playful tone making me blush. I removed my towel and got under the blanket with her.

She came close, hugging me tight, her body warm against mine. She kissed my cheek softly, her lips lingering for a moment. “Good night, Sohail,” she whispered, her voice sweet. “Good night, Nida,” I said, kissing her cheek back.

Thank you for reading this so far! Wait for the next part. If anyone wants to have fun, chat, or meet up in and around Dubai or elsewhere, I’m available anytime at [email protected].