Forbidden Discoveries – Part 4

In Forbidden Discoveries (Parts 1–3), Pallavi and her friend Rohini start with innocent curiosity. They end with forbidden exploration when the two secretly watch lesbian porn together. Their experiment with their sexuality leads to a sexual emotional bond and a sensual exploration of each other.

When Tanvi, more enticing than most cousins, discovered Pallavi and Rohini’s secret. She blackmailed Rohini into subservience and humiliated her into a passionate sexual encounter. The ramifications escalate into revenge, desire, and more sinister acts.

Pallavi lay on the bed, her heart racing in anticipation. Rohini had teased her throughout the entire evening, whispering hidden promises of something new, something exciting.

“Trust me, Pallavi,” Rohini had said, gently placing a blindfold over her eyes. “Tonight I want to surprise you.”

Pallavi shivered with glee. The thought of relinquishing control had produced a lasting thrill within. Pallavi felt the mattress shift as Rohini climbed on top of her. Pallavi quickly inhaled Rohini’s scent. Then she felt soft lips find her neck, which were trailing warm, yet slow, lingering kisses.

“Mmm…you’re already so excited,” Rohini cooed, but her voice sounded off.

Pallavi sighed, relaxing under Rohini’s familiar touch. The kisses on her neck and her fingering were exactly as she had expected, just like it had always been.

“Mmm… you smell so good,” Rohini–no, Tanvi–murmured as she breathed against Pallavi’s skin, warm and teasing.

Pallavi giggled, slightly flushed. “You’re teasing too much, Rohini…”

Tanvi smirked and kept her voice low and seductive, leaning heavily into Rohini’s playful attitude.

“I can’t help it, baby,” she said. “You are just so perfect underneath me.”

Tanvi let her fingers dance along Pallavi’s collarbone, drawing slow and lazy shapes down Pallavi’s stomach. Pallavi gasped, her body arching ever-so-slightly into Tanvi’s touch.

Tanvi smiled wider. She has no idea. Tanvi settled between Pallavi’s thighs, letting her breath feather across the bare, sensitive skin.

“Mmm… already wet for me,” she murmured, her finger lightly dancing over Pallavi’s slick folds, barely touching, just teasing.

Pallavi flinched, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

“Rohini… stop teasing me,” she whimpered.

Tanvi let out a smirk, sliding her tongue, moving along Pallavi’s delicious, dripping slit, enjoying every reaction. Pallavi turned (her head) back against the pillows, completely giving her body to Tanvi.

Tanvi thoroughly enjoyed licking, sucking, tasting every inch of heat Pallavi had to offer. She would get to her clit, tease it like a little candy, circling her tongue, but NEVER giving enough.

“Oh… oh my god…” Pallavi squealed, fingers digging into the sheets.

Tanvi pushed her tongue harder, licking until it was gone. She was drawing out the climax until Pallavi’s body was trembling, searching for more.

“Please… don’t stop…” Pallavi uttered between quick, desperate breaths, her thighs trembling against Tanvi’s head.

Tanvi gave a deep chuckle. This was her favourite part, her tongue flicking faster and faster now, her fingers tucked deep inside, curling perfectly. Pallavi let out a deep, broken moan as her body arched wildly.

She was so far gone, so far OUT of her mind in pleasure, so far swimming in sensation, she never even thought about the fact that something actually felt strange.

Tanvi’s body shifted, and suddenly Pallavi felt her slick heat against her own.

“Oh…” Pallavi moaned instinctively, and the sensations rushed through her.

Tanvi rolled her hips grinding their wet pussies together, just slickness on top of slickness now.

Pallavi gasped because the pleasure burned through her like fire. But then something flickered in the back of her mind.

Wait, Rohini never did this.

The thought was small, practically unheard over all the pleasure, but it was still present. Tanvi moved faster, rocking harder, easing out a low, husky moan, one that didn’t quite seem at all like Rohini’s.

Pallavi felt a rush of confusion now. Something was wrong. Her fingers, timidly still, slid upwards, from Tanvi’s waist to her chest.

She expected pink, heavy, soft breasts, Rohini’s heavy, soft boobs—the ones Pallavi liked to touch and squeeze. Instead, they were smaller. Firmer. Different. A cold realisation washed over Pallavi, through the lingering pleasure.

“Rohini?” Now her voice quivered, it shook, this time without pleasure—only a creeping dread.

Tanvi hesitated for half a second before recovering quickly and pressing down harder.

“Mmm… yes, baby?” she murmured, striving to sound light and sexy.

Pallavi’s heart pounded now, not from pleasure, but panic.  This wasn’t Rohini. This was someone else. Her stomach twisted.

“Say it,” Pallavi said, voice quivering. “Say my name.”

Tanvi laughed a low, husky laugh—one that didn’t sound like Rohini at all.

“Oh, baby, you’re so cute when you’re confused.”

The voice sent a cold bolt of ice through Pallavi. It sounded lower, more forceful. More cruel.

Her hands shot up to the blindfold. She pulled it off. And froze.

Her world shattered. Tanvi. Not Rohini.

Tanvi was sitting on top of her, smirking down at her like a queen who had just had her prey.

“Surprise, baby,” she purred, fingers still teasing over Pallavi’s trembling body.

Pallavi could not move.

Her body still tingled from the overwhelming pleasure she’d received, but her mind was screaming. ‘No. No. No.’

“What’s wrong?” Tanvi whispered, brushing a finger down Pallavi’s cheek. “You were moaning so sweetly just a second ago.”

Pallavi still couldn’t say anything. She felt naked. Exposed. And violated. And Tanvi was still touching her. In a sudden burst of will, Pallavi propelled Tanvi off her, their wet bodies parting with a gasp.

Tanvi staggered backwards. It was the first time there was an expression of surprise—she didn’t recognise it. Pallavi wouldn’t give her a moment of even more satisfaction.

Her body still pulsated with residual feelings, and she was still dizzy from the betrayal, but there was no way she would break—not right now, not in front of Tanvi.

With slow and measured movements, she gathered her clothes while giving no facial expressions that might give Tanvi any more pleasure.

Tanvi was watching her. She was waiting for Pallavi to shout, to cry, to take a swing at her. But Pallavi never uttered a single word.

She got dressed, turned and walked out-their silence was a greater insult. Tanvi’s arrogance faltered just a hint.

“You’ll be back, honey,” she yelled after her, attempting to disguise her discomfort with bravado. ​​”You can’t help it.”

Pallavi never looked back. But as she stepped into the hall, her palms had already gone into the fist position. Tanvi thought she had won. She was dead wrong.

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