Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India

Chapter 181: Three way seduction on dining table (R-18)

Both paused when they saw the spread waiting for them.

Alongside the pasta Arya had been preparing, several plates of reheated noodles had been arranged neatly across the table. The portions were divided equally, with Rohit and Aisha’s shares deliberately placed opposite Arya.

Arya pretended not to notice their surprise and continued eating.

Unfortunately, the longer they stared, the more irritated she became.

"What?" she asked sharply.

Neither answered.

Arya rolled her eyes.

"I found the noodles in the fridge and heated them up. You don’t seriously expect two people to survive on the tiny amount of pasta I made."

A grin immediately appeared on Rohit’s face.

"You’re too kind, Big Sis. Both of these happen to be my favorites."

Arya snorted.

"Nobody asked."

Aisha sat down and clasped her hands together dramatically.

"Bon appétit."

After a moment, she glanced at the empty chair beside Rohit. Feeling awkward sitting alone across the table, she picked up her plate and moved closer.

"Feels less lonely over here," she explained casually.

Arya noticed.

She said nothing.

Aisha took a bite of the pasta and her eyes widened.

"This is really good, Cousin. You cook almost as well as Aunt."

"Obviously," Arya replied without hesitation.

Then she added,

"Unlike some people who spend all day staring at their phones instead of learning basic life skills."

Aisha’s smile faltered.

She looked down at her plate.

The criticism hadn’t been directed at anyone by name, but everyone at the table knew exactly who Arya meant.

Before the silence could linger, Rohit jumped in.

"Actually, Big Sis, Aisha was apologizing earlier."

Arya looked up.

"Apologizing?"

"About Tanya."

Arya frowned.

"What about Tanya?"

"The day I came back from the hospital," Rohit said between bites of noodles. "The khichdi incident."

Aisha nearly choked.

She immediately shot Rohit a glare.

When exactly had she apologized?

Arya noticed the exchange.

"Was that true?"

Aisha laughed awkwardly.

"It’s not a big deal. I did feel bad afterward. Especially after Rohit repaired my phone."

Arya studied her for a few seconds before returning to her meal.

"Hmph."

The topic was dropped.

Aisha, however, continued glaring at Rohit.

The smug look on his face only made it worse.

A few minutes later, Arya spoke again.

"Do you want to learn cooking?"

Aisha blinked.

"What?"

"There won’t always be someone around when you need them."

For a moment, Aisha wasn’t sure she had heard correctly.

Was Arya actually offering to teach her?

"Sure," she said with a small smile. "As long as I’m not causing trouble."

The atmosphere gradually relaxed.

The conversation drifted from one topic to another as they continued eating. Arya remained her usual bossy self, occasionally criticizing both of them for their habits, while Aisha surprisingly listened without much resistance.

Watching the exchange, Rohit found himself oddly amused. For all her sharp words, Arya genuinely cared. The comparison to someone from his previous life caught him off guard, and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

Unfortunately for her, that realization only made him want to tease her more.

’Let’s see how you react to this... big sis.’

At one point, Rohit shifted in his chair and stretched his leg beneath the table. His foot slowly slid up Arya’s calf, then boldly continued higher until his toes pressed firmly against her inner thigh.

Arya froze mid-sentence, her breath catching in her throat. What the hell is he doing? With Aisha sitting right beside him...

She shot him a sharp warning glare, but her body betrayed her. Instead of pulling away, her thighs trembled and instinctively clenched around his foot. The subtle pressure against her clothed pussy was making her dangerously wet.

Damn it... he’s getting bolder. If I react too obviously, Aisha will notice.

Still, she couldn’t resist. Under the table, her hand sneaked down, grabbed his ankle, and guided his toes higher, slipping them beneath the hem of her skirt until they rubbed directly against her damp panties.

A soft, barely audible whimper escaped Arya’s lips. "Ahh~"

Aisha, who had been quietly eating, suddenly paused. Her eyes darted between Arya and Rohit, narrowing slightly.

Wait... what the hell are they doing?

She continued eating while glancing under the table, noticing Rohit’s stretched leg. Fucker. Despite all those sweet words, you chose to ignore me and tease her instead.

Jealousy flared in her chest. Without a word, she reached beneath the table, quietly unzipped Rohit’s pants, and wrapped her soft, warm hand around his hardening cock.

Let’s see how you pretend like nothing is happening. This is your own fault for ignoring me.

She began stroking him slowly, her grip firm and deliberate.

Rohit stiffened in surprise for a brief moment, but quickly recovered. He continued eating his noodles as if nothing was wrong.

’Well, that’s a nasty surprise... I hope she knows what she’s doing.’

For a few tense seconds, none of them spoke. The only sounds were the quiet clinking of utensils and the subtle, hidden movements beneath the table.

The table remained deceptively calm on the surface, while underneath, the situation grew far more intense. Rohit’s toes continued teasing Arya’s pussy through her shorts, pressing and rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. At the same time, Aisha’s soft hand stroked his thick, throbbing cock with growing confidence.

Arya’s breathing became heavier. Her cheeks burned as she struggled to keep a straight face. Her hips rocked subtly against his foot, chasing the pleasure.

Yes... just a little more... I’m so close...

Rohit kept his expression neutral, though it was becoming increasingly difficult. The dual sensation — Arya’s warm, wet heat against his toes and Aisha’s eager stroking — was driving him crazy.

This is getting interesting...

Arya suddenly clenched her thighs tightly around his foot as the pressure became overwhelming. A sharp, uncontrollable whimper escaped her lips.

"Mmmh~"

She stood up abruptly, her face flushed deep red. Her legs felt unsteady.

"I... I’m not feeling well," she muttered, avoiding both their eyes. "I’ll be in my room."

Without waiting for a response, Arya hurried away, her steps quick and shaky.

The moment Arya disappeared, Aisha looked up at Rohit with a mischievous, victorious smile.

"Looks like there’s no one left to interrupt us now..."

She quickly wiped her mouth with a tissue, then leaned down. Her warm breath brushed against his exposed cock as her fingers wrapped around the thick shaft, feeling it pulse hard in her palm.

"Mmm... so hot and heavy," Aisha whispered, before lowering her head and taking him into her warm, wet mouth.

Rohit groaned softly as her lips slid down his length. He quickly pushed his plate and spoon aside, wiping the corner of his mouth with a tissue before reaching down.

His hand slipped under her top, grabbing a handful of her soft breast and squeezing it firmly, fingers digging into the supple flesh.

At the same time, his other hand gripped the back of her head, controlling her pace and forcing her to move slowly.

"Easy..." Rohit murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Can’t wait, huh? You knew you were about to get it anyway."

Aisha pulled back slightly, her lips glistening with saliva as she stroked his wet cock with her soft hand.

"Not my fault..." she purred, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. "You made me like this by choosing her over me. Now this big dick is all mine..."

She leaned down and licked slowly up the underside of his throbbing shaft, teasing the sensitive vein before taking him back into her warm mouth with a hungry moan.

"Hm... tasty."

Rohit smirked and squeezed her breast harder, pinching her nipple roughly between his fingers. He pushed her head down slowly, forcing more of his thick length into her throat.

"Suck it harder, bitch," he commanded in a low, rough voice.

Aisha’s eyes watered slightly, but she obeyed eagerly. She sucked him with more intensity, hollowing her cheeks while her tongue swirled around his cock.

The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth filled the dining area as she bobbed her head under his control.

Rohit kept his grip firm on her hair, guiding her up and down in slow, deep strokes, enjoying the way her throat tightened around him.

He continued groping her soft breasts, occasionally switching to the other one while tugging and twisting her sensitive nipples. Each time he pinched harder, Aisha let out a muffled moan around his cock.

The sweet vibrations from her throat sent waves of pleasure shooting up his spine.

"Fuck... that’s good," he growled. "You really are jealous, aren’t you? Couldn’t stand seeing my foot between her legs."

Aisha pulled off for a second, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his throbbing cock. "I hate it... but it also made me so wet," she confessed breathlessly before diving back down, sucking him even more greedily.

Rohit leaned back in his chair for a few more moments, savoring the wet heat of Aisha’s throat, before he suddenly stood up.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop and rubbed it teasingly across her flushed cheeks, smearing her own spit over her face.

"On your knees," he ordered

Aisha obeyed instantly, shifting onto the floor between his legs.

Sitting back on her heels, she looked up at him with lust-filled eyes.

Rohit grabbed her head with both hands and pushed his thick cock back between her lips. Without warning, he started thrusting hard and deep into her throat.

"Fuck... take it," he growled, fucking her face with raw intensity.

Aisha gagged and moaned around his thick length, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away even an inch.

Glug glug glug

One of her hands slipped beneath her shorts, frantically rubbing her soaked pussy as Rohit continued using her mouth roughly.

The wet, filthy sounds of him thrusting madly into her throat echoed through the dining area.

Just as the pleasure was building to its peak, Rohit’s phone started ringing on the table. He slowed his thrusts but didn’t stop completely.

Glancing at the screen, he saw Arya’s name. He answered the call while still buried deep in Aisha’s mouth.

A short pause, then Arya’s voice came through — clearly trying to sound stern, but with a noticeable breathy undertone.

"...Oi. Come to my room right now." She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "You started this mess, so take responsibility and finish it. Don’t keep me waiting... idiot."

Even though she tried to sound demanding and irritated, the slight tremble in her voice and the way she spoke a little too fast betrayed how badly she needed him.

Aisha frowned deeply, still sucking him with wet, sloppy sounds. The sudden vibration of his phone made her pull back slightly, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock.

"Who is it?" she whispered, breathing heavily, her hand still stroking him.

Rohit glanced at the screen and cursed under his breath. He gently pulled his throbbing cock out of her mouth and quickly stuffed it back into his pants, zipping up.

"Sorry, love," he said, his voice still thick with arousal. "Something urgent came up. I need to go out. Can’t be helped."

Aisha’s face twisted with heavy annoyance. "What now... at this time?"

She licked slowly up his shaft, purring seductively, "Can’t you postpone it till tomorrow? I really want this right now..."

She took him back into her mouth, trying to go deeper, desperate to change his mind.

Rohit groaned, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and firmly pulled her off.

"Aisha..." he warned, voice low and commanding. "You promised you would behave."

She stood up abruptly, adjusting her shorts with sharp movements.

"Fine," she said coldly, wiping her mouth. "Don’t come finding me when you return."

She turned and stormed out of the room without another word, straight to her room.

Rohit smirked as he watched Aisha storm out, adjusting his painfully hard erection in his pants.

Sorry for lying, cousin... but sister comes first.

He wiped himself quickly and headed toward Arya’s room, his cock still throbbing with unfulfilled need.

The moment he pushed open the door, he paused.

She lay on her side, facing away from him, curled up while hugging a pillow tightly.

The thin nightgown had ridden up dangerously high, revealing the smooth, full curve of her ass. Her soft, round cheeks glowed faintly under the dim green light of her bedside lamp, looking incredibly inviting.

Rohit stood there silently, eyes darkening with raw hunger.

The night was far from over.

And this time... he wasn’t planning to hold back.