Aarushi and Radhika - Part 2 (My submissive Sister)
The tension in the house was palpable, the air thick with unsaid words and brewing anger. Aarushi slammed the door shut behind her, her chest heaving, her face flushed with rage. Her eyes, red and puffy from crying, locked onto mine with a fury I had never seen before. This was bad. Really bad. “How could you do this?” she hissed, her voice trembling with disbelief and anger. She stepped closer, her hand raised, and before I could even react, her palm met my cheek with a sharp, stinging slap. “She’s like your sister! What the hell is wrong with you?” “You!” she spat, her voice trembling with rage. “How could you? Radhika is like a sister to you! And me…I’m your real sister! How could you send her those… those pictures?” she repeated. I looked up at her, my face a mask of feigned confusion. Play it cool, I thought, remembering Radhika’s text. “What are you talking about, Didi?” I asked, my voice steady. “Don’t play dumb with me!” she snapped, her hands clenched into fists. “Radhika told me everything! She said you sent her pictures of your…your… ” She couldn’t bring herself to say the words, her face turning slightly red. I stood up slowly, my mind racing. Radhika had set this up perfectly, and now it was my turn to play my part. “Didi, I didn’t send her anything,” I said. My voice was calm but laced with just the right amount of guilt. “But I can’t deny that I’ve been feeling things. Things I shouldn’t be feeling.” I stumbled back, my hand instinctively touching my cheek. “Didi, I’m sorry! I swear, I’ll never do it again. Please, just—” She didn’t let me finish. Another slap. Harder this time. “Save your excuses! If you’re so damn horny, find some random girl. Not someone innocent like her!” Her words were like daggers, each one cutting deeper than the last. I could feel the panic rising in my chest, the guilt gnawing at me. But beneath all that, there was something else—a simmering anger. Why was she making this about her? Why was she acting like Radhika was some saint? “I’m sorry! Please, Didi, save me!” I pleaded again, my voice cracking. But the more I begged, the angrier she seemed to get. Her hands were relentless, slapping, hitting, grabbing my arms, shaking me as if she could shake the truth out of me. And then, something snapped. I caught her wrist mid-swing, my grip tight, stopping her dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened, her breath hitching as I stared her down. “Oh, so you mean a slut like you?” I spat, my voice low, venomous. She froze, her face paling as the words sank in. “What did you just say?” “I followed you the other day,” I continued, my voice steady now, cold. “Saw where you went. Saw what you did. Shall I tell Mom and Dad? They’ll stop your US plan so fast. You’ll be married off to some bugger before you can even blink.” Her jaw dropped, her eyes filling with tears. She stumbled back, her hand clutching her chest as if I’d physically struck her. “How could you ?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Oh, it gets better,” I sneered, stepping closer, my voice dripping with malice. “I don’t want to fuck you, Didi. I thought I’d fuck your friend instead. Looks like she’s the good one. And you? You’re just the slut.” Her tears were flowing freely now, her body trembling as she stared at me in horror. But I wasn’t done. Not yet. “Now, kneel.” She hesitated, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. But there was none. Slowly, she sank to her knees, her head bowed, her body shaking with sobs. She was so obedient. So submissive. Like she was born to be this way. I watched her, my chest heaving, my mind racing. What the hell just happened? What did I do? But beneath the guilt and shame, there was something else—something dark, something primal. A part of me revelled in this power, in the control I had over her. I looked down at Aarushi, still kneeling, her sobs quiet now, her body trembling. Yours. The word echoed in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. I crouched in front of her, my hand reaching out to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes were red, filled with fear, with shame. “Look at me,” I said, my voice softer now but no less commanding. She did, her breath hitching as I leaned closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’re mine now, Didi. And from now on, you’ll do as I say. Understand?” She nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but it was enough. I stood up, my hand lingering on her chin for a moment longer before I let go. “Good girl,” I murmured, watching as she lowered her head again, her tears dripping onto the floor. I stepped closer to Aarushi, my heart pounding in my chest. Her eyes were wide, filled with confusion and something else I couldn’t quite place. I reached out, pulling her into a tight embrace. She stiffened at first, her body rigid against mine, but then, slowly, she relaxed, her arms wrapping around me in return. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, “Who’s the star of this house, Didi?” Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she didn’t answer. Then, softly, almost hesitantly, she replied, “It’s you, brother.” My hand moved up her back, and I gave her a light slap on her bottom. She let out a small, involuntary moan, her body trembling in my arms. “Who’s your master?” I asked, my voice low and commanding. Her voice was barely a whisper now, trembling with a mixture of fear and desire. “Always you are master.” I stepped back slightly, holding her at arm’s length so I could look into her eyes. They were dark, filled with a longing I hadn’t seen before. “Tell me your secret wish, Didi,” I demanded, my voice firm. She hesitated, her lower lip trembling as she struggled to find the words.