Two Sisters Altogether
by Salahuddin Rehmaan
Copyright© 2025 by Salahuddin Rehmaan
Erotica Sex Story: A man becomes infatuated with a new receptionist. After the receptionist leaves the institute, the man starts texting her and things become more spicy...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Reluctant True Story Rough Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Massage Masturbation Size .
The story began when I was working for a computer teaching institute. Let me introduce myself first. My name is something else, but people call me Nishu. It was a pet name for me, but when the whole city inherited it, I was known by this name only, and people actually forgot my real name. Anyways, coming back to the story, I was a tough teacher, and my students were very fond of me. Girls usually tried to flirt with me, but I wasn’t interested in any of them. Until one day, a receptionist got introduced to my branch. Her name was Bhama Chouhan, and she was hell-beautiful. She was around 5 feet a few inches, had thick thighs, a thick waist, a beautiful face, and a beautiful smile. She talked politely, and everyone was impressed with her.
I was searching for a perfect time to express my intention towards her. But I couldn’t do it. Another staff member of our institute proposed to her, and she took it as assault and resigned immediately. I came to know about it
The next day. The person who proposed to her was a good friend of mine. So I barked at him. He was surprised to know that I was interested in her and felt sorry for it. It wasn’t his fault, so I just smiled and said it was absolutely fine. I was disheartened, but yet it was nothing I could do about it. So I just thought it to be my bad luck and forgot it forever.
A month later, I got sick, and the doctor suggested that I get bed rest for at least 15 days. I took leave and went to rest. Two days later, I received a call from Bhama Chouhan. I don’t know how she managed to get my number, but she did call me. She was having some pending salary at the institute, so she wanted help from my side. I assured her that I’d help her and called a few students of mine to talk to the director. The director released the salary immediately and handed that student a slip to get it signed by Bhama.
The student went to her house and handed her the salary and got the slip signed. She was gracious for me that I helped her, and so she asked that guy how I was. He looked amazed and said that I was seriously ill and on bed rest. He thought she already knew it. She wasn’t so. After he left, she started to text me. She texted me and asked about my wellness and asked me to keep texting her whenever I liked. She would surely like to accompany me in this period. So we started to text jokes, phrases, and sometimes personal talks. I was gaining confidence to propose to her now. She didn’t mind my light flirts and enjoyed them. But for thick flirts, she always warned me and said that I was going too far and she wouldn’t talk now.
But after a few minutes, she again texted with some other topics, and our text started again. I recovered in the designated time. We always texted but never talked because my family didn’t like me talking with any girl. My family upbringing is too conservative. So when I was released from bed and house, the doctor declared me fit, so I was out of the house. It was around seven in the evening, so instead of texting her, I called her. The phone belonged to her elder sister, but fortunately, she picked up the phone, and we talked. We talked on 1000’s of topics and don’t know when 7 turned to 8, then 9, then 10, and then 10:30. Her sister was on fire and scolded her well, but she said that she likes talking to me. These words developed confidence and hope for her.
Next day I called her again, around 7 p.m. at evening. Her sister picked the phone, and I desired to talk with Bhama. She handed her the phone, and again we talked till 10:30 p.m. She was scolded again by her sister, but she didn’t mind at all.
The next day I called her again. This time her sister was on fire. She scolded me that I was trying on her sister and was trying to build an affair with her. I assured her that it wasn’t trying on her sister, and we just talked friendly. She wasn’t satisfied with my explanation; she was tempered that if it was just a friendly talk, then why and what did we talk till 3-4 hours? I said it was general things, but she wasn’t convinced. She asked me not to call her again on her number and not to talk with her sister ever. She was gone again; my hope to propose to her was lost again.
Shit, I should have proposed to her already, but it was no use now.
The next day her sister called me again. She desired to see me. Her sister said that Bhama was furious about what she said to me. So to clear up doubts, she wanted to meet me. I was doubtful that she may hit me, so meeting in her public place was very risky. So I insisted that she visit me at a Gomuti. A Gomati is actually a slum tea and snack shop with a tin sheet as a wall and roof. I knew a person owning a Gomati. Actually, that person I met a few months ago. He was a nice guy, so I helped him financially, and so he started a Gomati. Tea, snacks, and cigarettes were free at his place for me. So I called him and asked if it was possible to keep the Gomati empty from 7 p.m. to 8 p.m. He said it wasn’t possible, but he’ll still manage. He asked me the reason, and I said I wanted to meet someone in private. He assured me that
The next day the place will be empty from 6 to 9 p.m. I called Bhama’s sister and confirmed her place. She hesitated a little but then said OK.
I reached Gomati
The next day around 6:30 p.m. As expected, the entire place was empty. The Gomati had six tables with four chairs each. I took the corner table. Tea and snacks were served, and I started to wait. 7 passed, 7:15 passed, and 7:30 passed, but she didn’t show up. I was relieved that she wouldn’t show up now. Indeed, I was nervous. Just as I was about to leave, a girl entered the Gomati. She was slim, with tight clothes on. She had covered her face with a scarf, but in terms of her figure, which was exposed in her tight dress, she was awesome. I could figure out her entire curves, and her height was around 5.7. She had long, thick hair that reached her waist. Her palms were fair and white with a glowing texture of skin. She was beautiful. I considered her even without seeing her face. She asked something from the Gomati owner, and he pointed towards me. I understood she was Bhama’s sister.
I pretended to be relaxed, and she opened her scarf. My goodness, she was awesome, one of the most beautiful girls I had seen in my life. She had a beautiful face, a pointed nose, pink and thin lips, round eyes, a spotless face, thin eyebrows, thick eyelashes, and an oval face. Wow, she was hell beautiful. I kept on staring at her face when she said, “Priydarshini.” I said, “What?” She said again, “Priydarshini.” I nodded my head in the negative, so she said again, “Priydarshini Chouhan, I’m Bhama’s sister.” I said, “Sorry, I thought it was a place. Please sit.”
I ordered tea and some biscuits, which arrived immediately. She took tea, and then we started to talk. She told me about her family, that they were only two sisters, and as she was older, she was responsible for taking care of her younger sister. She herself was against any love relationship and was expecting the same from Bhama. She warned me that if I ever tried something with Bhama, she would screw me up. I was hell interested in Bhama, but after seeing Priydarshini, my mindset changed. She was more beautiful than Bhama.
To take an opinion, I asked her what her sister said to her. She said that Bhama has taken an oath that she wasn’t in an affair with me and she doesn’t think about me in such a way. I said that the matter is finished. She said that she wasn’t convinced yet. I said if she doesn’t believe me, it was fine, but at least she should believe her sister. She herself had filled her with ethics, and she doubts her own ethics now. She looked at me angrily and said that she was sorry. She told me that she was to trust her sister but still had a doubt, so she came to confirm. She excused herself and took my leave and went off. But I couldn’t remove her from my eyes. She was stuck in my imagination, and I dreamt her all night.
Whenever I tried to think about Bhama, Priyadarshini took it over. Bhama’s image faded, and I always got a clear image of Priyadarshini only. I called her
The next day to meet me at the same place. She said that she was clear about me now and she didn’t think there was something left to be cleared up. I told her that I wanted to tell her something important, and it was good if she came. She said okay and told me that she’ll reach around 7 in the evening. I was again there around 6:30 p.m. and waited there for quite a long time. She reached there around 8 pm making me impatient. She said sorry about it as she was stuck in the office. I said that it was fine, and we had a few snacks and tea. After that, she asked what the matter was, so I said that I think I love her. She turned furious and howled at me. She scolded me for how could I think about it. I asked her to calm down and told her several reasons for it. I told her that she was beautiful and self-confident, so she hit my heart. She said she thinks I’m mad and she doesn’t want to continue this discussion. She got up and left immediately, cursing me up.
I thought the matter was over now, but it wasn’t easy. Her images were haunting me. I called her
The next day. She was so irritated that she didn’t pick the call, disconnected several times, and after 19 tries, ultimately she picked the call and barked at me, “What is it? Why the hell are you torturing me?” I asked her to meet me again. She shouted at me that she wasn’t meeting me again. I told her that I would be waiting at the same place. She said that she wouldn’t come and disconnected the phone. Still, I went to the place and kept waiting. She showed up around 8 p.m. She was looking hell-angry. She came and sat, so I offered her tea. She refused, so I asked why she came. She turned more angry and said she came for the last time to tell me that she wouldn’t talk to me again, nor would she meet me ever again. I smiled back and said, “What is your reply about my proposal?” She stood up and said that she came here to make me understand that she wasn’t interested. I said that I think she is interested, and that’s why she showed up today.
She stood up and said that she thinks I was mad and that she was leaving. She stood up and turned to go away. She walked two steps, and so I got up, pulled her by her arms, and settled her back on the tin wall. I moved my face near her face, pretending to kiss her. She immediately closed her eyes tightly. I thought she would turn her face, but unexpectedly, she didn’t turn her face at all. Lips shivering, body shivering, I wanted to kiss her but didn’t. She was looking so cute, innocently beautiful. She was expecting me to kiss her, her lips turned and twisted that way. But I didn’t kiss her at all. A minute later, she opened her eyes. She looked at me questioningly, and I smiled back. She was frustrated, so she said to leave her and let her go. I smiled and said,” I wasn’t holding her at all.” She looked towards her body and found I wasn’t holding her at all. Her eyes were down, and then slowly she raised her eyes. Tear drops grew in her eyes. She moved aside and picked up her bag. She moved out, wiping her tears up.
She went off and I knew she had a corner for me. Around 12:30 AM she started to drop SMS on my number. Just one-liner message: “I hate you.” She dropped that message 100 times till morning. I didn’t reply back nor called her
The next day. I wanted to give her some time to think about it.
The next day around 7:30, the owner of the Gomati called me. He said that the girl I saw a few times in the last few days was sitting there in the Gomati since 5 p.m. He said that whenever he suggested that he should call you, she denied. I rushed to the Gomati and reached there in 5 minutes. I entered the place and sat in front of her.
She was amazed to see me there, so I asked what she was doing there. She howled that she needed permission to sit over here. I smiled and said absolutely not. She picked up her bag and took a few steps, so I pulled her again and settled her over the tin wall. She closed her eyes immediately. I thought it was now or never. I kissed her immediately, sucking her lips, biting on her lips. She didn’t respond well but didn’t resist as well. I kissed her for a full 5 minutes and then left her. She opened her eyes and scolded me that I was a sick guy and just wanted this only, this was the only definition of love for me, and she hated me. She left immediately, so I called her after an hour. She picked up the call immediately and said not to say sorry and that she hated me. She dropped the call, and I didn’t call her back.
The next day, I called her around 1 p.m. She picked it up immediately and shouted at me, “What the hell do you think? I’m always free or what?” I said that I thought we could have lunch together at blah blah place. She said that she wasn’t interested and disconnected the call. I was sitting at that place, so I ordered lunch for myself. While I was in the middle of my meal, she showed up, came inside the cabin, sat in front of me, and pulled my plate. She started to have food from the plate. I looked at her in astonishment, but she didn’t look at me at all. I got up and washed my hands, came back to the seat. She was eating heartily; she even didn’t look at me.
I crawled my hand under the table and kept my hand on her inner thigh. She responded immediately; her hands stopped before her mouth. But then she resumed her meal. I kept on playing with her thighs, but she didn’t seem too disturbed. As her meal was over, she washed her hands in the plate itself. She turned her face up and said that these cheap tricks don’t work on me. I said that how many had tried these tricks with her. She slapped me immediately, abused me, and stood up to leave. I pushed her to the wall and said, “Not before kissing you.” I kissed her and roamed my hands all over her body, measured her thighs, bums, boobs, and waist. When I left her, she said that whether I was compensating her lunch. I said that I loved her, but she said she hated me to core.
The next day, I called her around 1 pm, she picked the call and said, “Same place?” I laughed, and she dropped the call. She came in time, wearing a top and a long skirt. We had lunch together, this time properly. She got up and proceeded to her bag, then looked at me and said that she didn’t think I’ll let her go without kissing. She deposited herself on the wall, and I kissed her. I tried to raise her top, but she stopped my hands. I even tried to raise her skirt, but she stopped me from doing that too. When I left her, she scolded me. Never do that ever again; don’t try to get in my clothes at a public place ever. I immediately asked her where? She looked at me and abused me and then smiled, “My home or your home?” She said that and left. I wanted to see her naked, wanted to have her, and was very impatient to do it.
I called her around 11 p.m. She howled at me. I said that it was okay for her place. She laughed for the first time. She said that if I managed to come to her place, she’ll let me do anything. I said to open the balcony door and let me in. She was hell-shocked, started to abuse me as soon as she opened the gate. Why the hell I was there, she asked me. I told her that I was expecting that she’ll show me something. She barked, “What the hell I was thinking? Did I think she was a slut or what?” She said to get out of the house. I said okay and moved towards the bedroom gate. She said, “Where the hell I was going?” I said to the front door to get the hell out of here. She pulled me back and made me sit on the bed. She was looking frustrated and was looking at my face angrily. I looked back at her. She was in the same dress, so I proceeded to my hands, caught the lower edge of her top, and started to pull it upwards. She closed her eyes immediately but didn’t try to stop my hands. Within seconds, I managed to take the top completely off. Wow, she wasn’t wearing any bra, and those boobs were wonderful. I looked at them rather than stared at them. She opened her eyes and saw where I was staring. She clutched her hands over her boobs and said, “Scoundrel.” I smiled and started to pull her skirt down. She closed her eyes again, and I managed to get her out of her skirt in the second. She was indeed beautiful and inviting. She opened her eyes again and looked at me and said again, “Scoundrel.” I pulled her and let her lie on the bed. I kissed her, pressed her boobs, thighs, and bums. I was pinching her nipples and boobs continuously and was biting all over her face, lips, and neck. She was lying like a log with her eyes closed. I managed to get rid of my clothes.
Though I hadn’t planned to take her virginity by then, the situation she was in, I didn’t want to lose that opportunity. As soon as I spread her legs apart, she opened her eyes and looked at me questioningly. I placed the tip of my dick on her pussy, and she soon understood what I was about to do. Her eyes turned round in terror, and just then I shot my dick inside her pussy. I noticed myself breaking her hymen, and it was in completely. She capped her mouth with her hands to stop from screaming, but she was weeping. I waited until she uncapped her mouth, kissed her again, and started to hit her violently. She started to relax minute after minute, and when I reached the hilt, she was loose as gel. So I shot inside her, and she shook in terror. She pushed me and got up, ran to the attached bathroom, and closed the door behind her. I just rolled on the bed and was relaxing there. She came out of the bathroom in 15 minutes, all nude.
She reached to me, pulled me by my hair, and said, “This isn’t your home, or I’m not your slut. Get the fuck out of here.” I pulled her into my arms, kissed her, and said that I loved her. She said that she told me earlier that she hated me. I got up and got dressed, went to the bedroom gate, and she pulled me back. “What the hell are you thinking? Get out of where you got in.” I said that I would leave in the early morning. “Where would I go in the middle of the night?” She wasn’t happy, but I got down on the bed and slept. She was roaming in the room all naked. She got into a nighty and then was down on the bed beside me. I wasn’t sleeping; I was just pretending to. She was just staring at my face with different types of face expressions. When I tried to open my eyes, she immediately closed hers. In the morning around 4:30, she really went into deep sleep. I kissed her lips, lightly, didn’t wake her up, went out, and came back to my place.
I took a very big step and so I thought to leave her alone for a week or so, so I didn’t call her at all. She didn’t call me back either. Around 5 days after it, on Sunday, our family was invited to a marriage ceremony. I was in no mood to go, but my family forced me to come along. I went to the function and as soon as I entered the dinner hall, I was excited to see both Bhama and Priydarshini with their parents. Bhama was looking good in traditional clothes, but Priydarshini was looking awesome. She had light pink lipstick with heavy gloss on her lips, and she was looking darn beautiful. Bhama was excited to see me; she rushed to me as soon as I went near them. She started to talk, asking many questions and discussing many topics, and Priydarshini was just standing a few feet away, staring at me and making faces.
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