My Best Friend's Sister Seduced Me
Background: My Name is Hasan I am 22 years old and I currently study in England. My friend’s name is Arjun, who is 24. Shivani, his sister, is aged 21 who studies medicine at the same university. She is approximately 5’7 with average sized boobs. However, she has an amazing round ass. Light skinned and can come across as shy, at least that is what she makes you think. It was a typical day at University. I and Arjun were drinking coffee in the lounge alongside a group of friends enjoying our free period. The examination season was looming and deadlines were approaching. Nevertheless, we sat in a nonchalant manner and tried to take our mind off the root of our stress; exams. I always say, when it is time to work give it your 100%, but when that is done momentarily forget everything. I and Arjun were the closest of friends. He was almost like the brother I have never had. I was in and out of his house. Sometimes I would stay over, especially during the climax of any exam or assignment. He lived with his mom and sister. His parents have been divorced from a young age. His mother is the most beautiful women I’ve laid eyes on. She had the most beautiful complexion. Soft hazel eyes and long natural eyelashes. Her figure was astute as she stood at 5’4 with a long torso, her Louboutin heels gave her the added illusion. Her breasts seemed to be a cup C and genetically like Shivani she had a huge butt. She looked like Shivani’s older sister. It looked like Anjali was with someone, not that I and Arjun ever spoke about it. However, she always looked like she is dressed to impress. After finishing our coffee we hung around the lounge for an hour. Then we set out for Arjun’s house. Anjali was just leaving and, my God, her outfit was the most amazing one I’ve seen. Being a property developer Anjali was financially secure, this was evident as the Mercedes E350 honked and the doors opened. Dressed in an elegant grey suit, she wore black Gucci glasses and her eyes were fixed on me. Her big butt was noticeable, whether this was because that was always my predicament focus or whether her suit was extremely tight, I don’t know. Her long blonde hair rested on her shoulders as the wind had calmed down. Although Anjali did not have the biggest breasts they were perfect. Enough to make me go crazy. “Hi boys. Salaam Hasan, how are you?” (She would always give me Salaam out of respect.) “I’m fine thank you, aunty. You off to work?” “Yeah I’ve had an urgent call from the office, Paul is on my case again, business calls. Anyway, Shivani is in the kitchen. She will cook something for you. I’ll see you later we’ll definitely catch up Hasan. I have a lot to tell you.” I walked into the house and Arjun waited to finish of the conversation with his mother. Anjali and I had a weird yet unique relationship. I felt that I could confide in her about anything and the feeling was mutual. I always fantasized about her. However, when I encountered Arjun I have learned to repress any feelings. I went into the kitchen where Shivani was cooking pasta. I greeted her. Shivani was absolutely flawless. Her skin complexion was a milk chocolate color her hair has a hint of blonde whilst the rest was brunette. She had long thin hands with her nails painted in a shade of purple. She wore her black and white slippers which were covered in fur. Her pretty feet were exposed. The color matched her hands. It was evident that her feet did not get the same vitamin D treatment as the rest of her body as they were a much lighter shade. Whilst I continued to gaze Shivani turned around and momentarily broke the silence. “What’s up? Where is Arjun? Is he still at the Uni?” “Oh no, he’s just outside speaking with aunty.” “The aroma of your cooking seduced me into the kitchen,” I said cheekily. Shivani laughed. “It probably smells better than it tastes.” “I’ll be the judge of that, I have quite an appetite.” By then, Arjun entered the kitchen and the conversation came to an abrupt end. The pasta tasted amazing, it contained a unique blend of spices and the idea that Shivani had cooked it added to the taste. After dinner, Arjun had gone out to hang with his girlfriend. I planned to leave once I had my tea. This was the first time I was alone with Shivani. Whilst I did not have any intentions to make a move some things are written by fate itself. “Thank God I also cooked for mom, or the food would have run out. I think you take a particular liking into my food.” “The pasta was amazing, aunty has certainly taught you well.” ” Yeah, she most certainly has. Anyway, when are you leaving?” “I was going to make a cup of tea or maybe a coffee then I’ll be on my way, early start tomorrow” “Well, you make your tea I’m going to have something to drink. We have some Vodka and I’m planning to go out later, better get started now.” “Aiaiai mere bigar peeye gi.” (Are you going to drink without me?) Shivani smirked, “Bilkul nahi, aap bhi aajay chai chhod de.” (Of course not, leave the tea and let’s have a drink.) Anyway, we approached the guest room and sat. Shivani brought Vodka and some mixers and she started the rounds. She extended her feet onto the table and my heart suddenly raced faster. The two sofas joined together and as her feet tilted to the corner, her feet lay in close proximity at approximately two feet. “You know Hasan I painted you as the serious type. I did not think you were up for any fun. Always busy with the university and whenever you’re here you are always upstairs with Arjun.” “You know how it is Shivani. I only ever come when it is work related and to be honest I try to avoid any encounter with you alone.” She had downed her fourth drink very fast.”What do you mean?” Shivani shouted. You could sense the alcohol having its toll. “You know perfectly well, a beautiful girl like yourself. You guys have treated me like family. I would hate to tarnish that under any circumstances.