It's Official - 1
The Appetite
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“It’s Official” is a story series, following the lives of Sumera and Avesh, after their parents marry each other. You can read this without reading “The Fourth Wheel”, but I recommend reading it to get to know more about these two teen adults. There’s a long free preview of “The Fourth Wheel” here on
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1
Avesh’s tie was a little tight. The air con was blasting, and yet, in his three-piece suit, something which he’d never worn before, Avesh was sweating. It was a large banquet hall, with his father, Guarav and his bride, Heena going around greeting guests. Avesh was beside his father, and beside Heena was Sumera.
The mother and the daughter looked beautiful. Heena, in her blue salwar kameez, and Sumera in a chiffon dress, with thin strips, and a plunging neckline, that hugged her body in all the right places. Sumera was the shortest in the group, and the youngest, at almost 19. Only eight months had passed since Avesh had met Sumera, since that evening when he had fingered her, and she had sucked him.
It wasn’t the most socially fluid environment. Sumera was smiling, and folding her hands to whoever was around, staring them back as she felt the stares on her dress. Avesh had a smile plastered on his face, and his mind quietly vocalizing what many who were invited thought — All this was a little too much.
Gaurav and Heena were officially husband and wife, at 11 AM that day. Avesh and Sumera were in the registrar’s office in Bandra, as they watched their parents sign documents. They weren’t allowed inside when the bride and groom were to say the words in front of a government official, when Gaurav said that he took Heena as his wife and that Heena took Gaurav as her husband.
When they came out, the newly wed couple were smiling. They were far away, when Sumera said, “Well, it’s official — we are siblings.”
Avesh sighed.
“What? Are you sad that we won’t be fucking anymore?” Sumera said.
Avesh had gotten somewhat used to her sense of humor. Sumera said all the wrong things, and yet, from her mouth, it didn’t sound so bad. She said the nastiest of things, with his cum in her mouth. It was hard to tell, if Avesh found it amusing solely because of that.
“I’m not sad. I’m happy, actually. After a long time, my dad is actually smiling,” he said.
“You’re so boring! If you weren’t my step-brother, I probably wouldn’t have even looked at you, let alone fuck you,” Sumera said.
“We were fucking before we were step-siblings. So, I don’t know what you are talking about,” Avesh said. By then, Gaurav and Heena were there. He smiled at Heena, and then extended his hand to his dad.
“Congratulations,” he said.
Gaurav slapped his hand away, and hugged Avesh. Avesh was a little taken aback by it, because his father never hugged him. Sumera hugged her mom too.
It was a picture of a happy family.
Back in the banquet hall, when it was time for dinner, Avesh and Sumera sat down, for the first time in a long time. Their parents were a little further away from them, among their peers. Avesh and Sumera didn’t have any peers at the party, except for each other. And they hadn’t spoken since returning from the registrar’s office.
Avesh was too proud to talk about it, and Sumera didn’t want to risk the image of the “cool one”. Avesh adjusted his tie, pulling at the knot frantically, irritated at the tightness around his neck. Sumera watched him intently. She wanted to make a comment, she wanted to say “That’s how your dick feels in my throat.” But she kept quiet, because they were fighting. Well, not really. People in relationships fight. Sumera and Avesh weren’t in a relationship.
And besides, Avesh was being silly about a non-issue.
Sumera played with her food, lazily tracing the plate with her fork, eating one tiny pea from her assortment of sauteed vegetables. She had avoided checking her phone all evening because Avesh was beside her. She didn’t want to annoy Avesh more. But then again, he shouldn’t have been annoyed at the first place. Her face hardened in anticipation of a rebellion, a rebellion without cause.
She let her fork go, the audible clink attracted Avesh’s attention toward her. Sumera picked up her phone, and brought it close to her face so that Avesh couldn’t peer into it. She opened her Instagram to share some pictures from the banquet hall, but was soon lost in her DMs.
Avesh took a deep breath, before saying quietly, “You should finish your food before texting your guys.”
Sumera glared at him. It was the first words he spoke all evening, and he chose to speak in the rudest of ways.
“It’s none of your business,” she said, before getting back to texting.
She was texting three guys simultaneously. They were from her college, and they knew each other. And yet, Sumera flirted with each of them. Well, flirting is too tame of a word.
She sexted with each of them, with each message more lewd than the other.
One of the guys wanted to see her that evening, “I want to fuck you in that dress,” he had texted. She had sent each of these three guys the photos she had originally meant to post on Instagram. Sumera had blushed at the message. She had shifted in her seat, and looked around, as she imagined being on the large dinner table, her dressed bunched up around her waist, and being fucked. Then she looked at Avesh. She wished, it was Avesh who said it, instead of this guy from her college.
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In the car, on the way back from the marriage registrar’s office, Avesh and Sumera were in the backseat. Heena was gushing about how smooth everything was, and that she was excited to get the evening proceedings done. They were headed to Heena’s home in Bandra. They’d all go to the banquet hall from her place. Technically, Heena had already moved into Gaurav’s place, their suitcases and belongings already waiting in Gaurav’s flat in Parel, and the only reason they had decided to use the Bandra flat as their stop was because it was nearer to the registrar’s office.
“We will have to go out to run a few errands, and should be back by 4 PM,” Heena had said, turning back her head. She was speaking to Avesh. Avesh smiled and nodded. It was the first time, he noticed the similarities in Sumera and Heena, their chins, their noses, their shoulders.
“And you Miss,” she turned toward her daughter, “please be ready on time. We will leave at 6 PM. Don’t create a ruckus about not having enough to time to do your make-up.”
Sumera shot her mother a glare, “I don’t do make-up!”
“Whatever it is that you do, be ready by 6,” she said.
Avesh looked at his watch, it was 12 PM. If his father and his step-mom left in an hour, that would mean that he’d be alone with Sumera for whole three hours. In the past, he looked forward to that long of alone time with Sumera. Sumera would’ve insisted that she went around the house naked, that they fucked in the couch. Sumera liked being on her back, on the edge of the couch with her legs raised high. Avesh loved it too, because he could grip her smooth and juicy thighs as he rammed inside her.
He looked at Sumera beside him, and adjusted his pants to accommodate for a growing erection.
Avesh let a slow breath, and tapped his wallet in his pant. It still had two condoms, a habit which he’d acquired after they they started fucking. He didn’t have any friends in college, let alone any prospects of going out with someone. Besides, every girl he looked at, was nothing compared to his sister, his step-sister, he corrected himself.
When they reached home, Avesh pretended to not know much of the place. As far as Heena knew, he had been to the house only a couple of times. In reality though, almost every furniture had stains of her daughter and Avesh’s sex.
Sumera settled down on the couch, still engrossed in her phone. Avesh sat on the seat opposite to her. Gaurav was talking on the phone, and Heena went inside. Avesh looked at Sumera. For the registrar’s office, she had worn a pair of jeans and a short kurta. She crossed her legs, and slouched, riding the kurta up a little. If Avesh was beside her, he’d have seen a ring of her flesh, the flesh which he had seen so much of.
With nothing to do, he took out his phone. He didn’t have anything to do on it, no messages to reply to. He hated scrolling through social media feeds, although Sumera had insisted that he got more active on the socials.
“Don’t be a Grinch,” she had said, when she had clicked a few pictures of Avesh. It was at the balcony of his house. She had shared that picture, with an ironical caption, “He is a Grinch”, among the first of pictures of Avesh on her profile.
Avesh opened Instagram, and searched for Sumera’s profile. There were a flurry of posts. Sumera posted almost a post every day, and a bunch of stories. One of her stories was from the backseat of the car. Avesh could see himself beside her, his face turned toward the window. The caption to the story read, “It’s official, I have a brother!”
Avesh raised his eyebrows. Rest of the stories were Sumera being Sumera. She had the habit of posting pictures, which made it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. With the size of her breasts, it was incredibly easy to know how they would look like without her tee shirt. Well, he knew it well enough, because he had seen and kneaded them way too often.
Heena came out of the room. She had changed into a comfortable pair of trousers and a loose top. She walked up to Gaurav, and tapped his shoulder. Avesh saw his father smile at her.
Maybe it was the sex. Maybe it was simply because he was older, but Avesh had come to appreciate the presence of Heena in his father’s life. He avoided thinking Sumera as being a woman in his life, because their situationship was dysfunctional. But, it was peaceful to embrace her while he was inside her, or to simply hug her as he kissed her.
Avesh sighed, reminding himself that whatever had happened in the past, has to stay in the past.
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After Heena and Gaurav left for their errands, Avesh was alone with Sumera, for the first time in a week. Sumera had closed the door, and when she turned toward him, the air in the room suddenly changed.
Sumera, in her kurta and jeans, suddenly appeared curvier than she did earlier, her breasts looked as if they were straining against the kurta. Avesh looked away, telling himself that his mind was playing tricks with him.
“What do you want to do now?” Sumera asked him, keeping her phone down on the table for the first time.
“I don’t know. I’d have liked going back to my place. There’s nothing to do here,” he said, looking everywhere in the room but at Sumera.
Sumera laughed out at the comment, “You know, we will end up in these kinds of situations a lot. Will you be clueless every time?”
“What do you mean? I’ll have things to do in my house. And here —”
“And here, you just have me,” Sumera walked toward him, and sat down beside him. Her arm grazed against his as she sat down. She crossed her arms, her breasts resting against her forearms, and she slouched, her head on the backrest of the sofa.
Avesh inched a little further away, and said, “We have talked about this. We —”
“Oh my God! Please! I was kidding!” As she said it, her breasts rose and fell. Avesh noticed everything, every little thing. It was a matter of his resolve not to fuck his step-sister, especially now that they will be living together.
There was a moment of quiet between them. Sumera was the first one to break the silence, “So, are you are dating someone?”
“No,” Avesh answered immediately. He was looking straight ahead. The Television could’ve been turned on, but neither of them reached for the remote.
“Won’t you ask me, if I’m dating anyone?”
Avesh’s heart sank at the question. He sighed, and asked her, “Are you?”
“Why? Would you be sad if I do?”
Avesh groaned and said, “No, I won’t be sad…”
“Do you want me to be single all my life, because we can’t be together?”
Avesh sighed again, “Of course not.”
“Good,” Sumera said, picking up her phone, “because I have these three guys who are lot of fun sexting. But tell me —”
“What?!” Avesh turned his body toward her.
Sumera had unlocked her phone, and was about to show the profiles of the three guys, but she froze mid-motion. She didn’t expect that reaction from Avesh.
“Three guys?”
“Are you judging me?” Sumera said, taking back her phone.
“No. But, when did all this start?”
“Ummm,” Sumera pursed her lips, “the day you first told me that we will —”
“But that was a month back!” Avesh stood up from the sofa.
“Yeah, so —”
“We have been together many times between then and today!”
“Yeah, but —”
“So, you were sexting them, even when we were together?”
Sumera’s face hardened, “Listen, would you let me speak?”
Avesh squeezed his forehead, and opened his mouth to say something, but Sumera interrupted that time, “We were never together! What have we done other than fucking?”
“What do you —”
“Have we gone to a movie together? No. Have we cuddled after fucking? No,” Sumera stood up, her fingers curled into a fist.
“Why? Because you were in a hurry to leave. And when the time came that we need not be in a hurry, when we could hang-out because we were legally related, you called it off!”
Sumera was breathing heavily.
“Sumera, you know it’s —”
“I don’t care!”
She started to walk away, toward her room, “and you know what? If anyone should be offended, it should be me! You fucked me, you made me suck your dick, and you made sure that my breasts were marked with your hickies, and when the time came for us to spend some time, you take some bullshit moral ground. And on top of that, you judge me to be a slut!”
“I never —”
“Oh please!” Sumera raised her hand, and walked to her room. She slammed the door shut.
“What am I supposed to do now!” Avesh yelled.
“I don’t care!” Sumera yelled back.
“You guys will be fine, right?” Gaurav asked Sumera and Avesh. It was close to 11 PM, with all the guests back to their homes. There was a slight awkwardness in Gaurav’s voice, especially when he talked to Sumera. After all, he was taking her mother away to a hotel to have sex with her for the first time as his wife.
“Yes, it’s just a cab ride,” Avesh said.
“Text me after you’ve reached home,” Heena said, “and don’t unpack everything tonight, just the things you need for the night.”
Heena and Gaurav were supposed to return at 12 PM the next morning. It was their idea of a honeymoon, which was otherwise impossible to do with their busy schedules. Besides, they had been dating for close to a year, and they were too old to go on a trip designated as their honeymoon. So, as a compromise, they will spend their wedding night at the Taj (the old one).
Avesh and Sumera were supposed to go down to Gaurav’s place, that will be their home. Heena and Sumera’s luggage had already been moved. The guest room had been furnished to be Sumera’s bedroom. Ironically, the guest room was bigger that Avesh’s bedroom, meant to accommodate Gaurav or Priya’s (Avesh’s late mother) parents when they came over.
Eighteen suitcases had carried the things Sumera and Heena owned, and countless small cardboard boxes. The house was pretty much the same, except with a one new room, where Avesh’s step-sister will sleep, and knowing her, will spend most of her time, clicking thirst pictures for her Instagram.
When Heena and Gaurav said their final goodbyes, Avesh took out his phone, and started looking for an uber home.
“I’m not going home,” Sumera took out a phone and started typing.
“What do you mean? We —”
“I’ve to meet someone. I’ll be back by 8 AM, before they are back,” Sumera avoided using the word parents in non-sexual conversations.
“No,” Avesh simple said, and booked the uber.
“What do you mean “No”?” Sumera raised her voice. Avesh looked around, and held her arm, and took her a corner of the banquet hall.
“We are supposed to go home. If you want to spend a night with a guy, do it some other night. I was told that we were to go home, and we will,” Avesh said, squeezing her arm tighter than he had intended to.
“Let go of my arm,” Sumera jerked her arm away. Her breasts jiggled as she did that, the dress barely contained her breasts, leaving ample cleavage. In the banquet hall, she was the sexiest girl, and a lot of it had to with her dress.
Avesh let his eyes run the length of Sumera’s body. Her dress, a chiffon white dress, with golden accents, which ended just above her knees. The dress seemed to float in air, and yet magically curved at places which highlighted Sumera’s ample curves. The dress tightened around her breasts, shaping them in the best way possible., the thing straps of the dress almost invisible against her beautiful skin.
And, she was saying that she wanted to meet a guy dressed that way, and spend the night with him. Avesh felt a mixture of hurt and anger. Anger because there was nothing he could say to her that will stop her, and hurt because it could’ve been him, instead of the guy, who took that dress off her.
“Listen Sumera…” Avesh sighed, calming his voice down, “I understand that you want to hangout with your friend. But, tonight’s not the night. Just go tomorrow.”
“But I’ve already told them that I’d be there,” she said, typing on her phone again.
“Them?”
Sumera had texted all the three guys that she was free for the night. It was the first time, that she had admitted to the three of them what they already knew — that she sexted and flirted with all the three guys. One of those guys loaded, and had booked two rooms in the name of four, in the hotel whose banquet hall the reception of her parents’ wedding was. Sumera’s little clutch bag just had her phone and her Aadhar. She had intended to do it before the evening even started.
“Yes,” Sumera said without looking at Avesh.
Avesh let out a deep sigh. This day was going to come anyway — of seeing Sumera go to meet someone else, to have a different dick inside her pussy, to kiss another guy. Avesh’s heart sank as he thought the implication of the word “them”. Them meant the three guys she was sexting, what she talked about in the afternoon.
Three guys and Sumera. It was a strange thing to imagine. Sumera wasn’t delicate. Avesh knew that. She wasn’t easy to break, she could last all night, and will still want more. But three guys, with Sumera, his step-sister. Avesh stopped himself from going down that line.
“Okay. I’m calling your mom, and telling her that you’re not coming home with me,” Avesh took out his phone. The uber was already at the hotel.
“What?! Why do you have to be such…” Sumera groaned.
Avesh realized that Sumera hadn’t thought that Avesh will tell on her. After all, they had been intimate for all this time, it seemed unlikely that he’d stop her from doing what she wanted by bringing in her mother. She was almost 19! And yet, there she was paralyzed by a simple sentence.
Avesh’s phone rang. It was the driver. He picked up the phone and said, “Yes, coming in 2 minutes.”
Right then Sumera’s phone started ringing too. Avesh saw the name Yash written on it, before she picked it up. Sumera listened to the call quietly and finally said, “You guys check-in. I’ll be there at the reception soon,” she paused and said, “Yeah, you wait then. We will do the formalities.”
Sumera looked at Avesh, her eyes pleading, “Look, they are already here. Please, don’t do this.”
Yash, Sahil and Chirag had gotten down from the same uber, which Avesh had booked for them. It would be the only coincidence of the night.
“Sumera,” Avesh took a step closer to her and said, “I’m tired of hearing half-truths and your facade of mystery. Just tell me what’s going on.”
Sumera gave a short version — three guys and her. They will will check in two rooms in the same hotel they were standing right then. Yash and Sumera in one and Sahil and Chirag in the other. Later, they will hangout, drink and chill.
“Oh my God,” Avesh squeezed his forehead, “and you think it’s safe?”
“What? What do you mean by safe?”
Avesh sighed. His phone was ringing again. It was the uber driver. He took a deep breath and picked up the phone, “Hello. My plans changed. I’ve to cancel the uber,” he paused, his face hardened and added, “yes, I will cancel from my side.”
As he was tapping away on the uber app, Sumera asked him, “What are you doing? Just go home and I’ll be back early morning, even before you’re awake.”
Avesh looked at her, and said, “No. I’ll hangout with you guys.”
Sumera had dozens of questions, but she could ask only a few as Avesh and she made their way to the reception.
“What are you going to say? That you’re a friend?” Sumera asked her.
“No, I’ll tell them the truth, that I’m your brother,” Avesh said, taking out his Aadhar card.
“But, they don’t know what we have been doing. Nobody knows, and —”
“Wait, aren’t we just going to hangout and chill. I can do that,” Avesh said, “Besides, you’ve been telling me to be more social, to make friends. Maybe, I’ll be friends with these guys.”
“But, I have been sexting all these guys. You understand —”
“And you have been having sex with me. I think sex wins over sexting, no matter what you do in sexting,” Avesh noticed a guy on the couch, about his age. He was dressed in a white tee shirt and a pair of jeans. He looked tall, his hair cropped short, and his wrist watch dripped with money.
He noticed Sumera and got up, but his smile froze when he saw Avesh beside her.
“Hi Yash,” Sumera said, clutching her bag, “There’s been a change of plans.”
Avesh got out of the washroom. He had finally gotten rid of the tie, and had taken off his jacket. Sumera was on the couch, texting. She had crossed her legs, her dress struggling to not reveal her entire thigh. At the reception, Avesh and Sumera had checked-in the same room, while Yash had added himself as a +1 to the room where the other two guys were. Chirag had come down to the reception for the formalities. He had shook hands with Avesh, a puzzled look on his face as he did that.
“We should get going. The food and drinks have arrived,” Sumera announced. They have checked into hotels together before, never that high end. That was not for the lack of money, but simply to keep a low-profile. Bombay is a massive place, and yet the hotels like these had people from their parents’ circles.
Avesh looked at the bed, the sheets uncreased. It had been 10 mins since they had entered room. That much time was enough for them to destroy a prestine bed.
“Yeah,” Avesh looked at himself in the mirror and picked up the key-card.
“Avesh, I have to say that you’ve spoiled my hangout,” Sumera was saying, as Avesh walked in front of her. They were to go two floors up.
“I’ve texted my dad that we reached home. Just remember the time,” he said.
“Are you listening to what I’m saying?” Sumera and Avesh were in the elevator. Sumera looked beautiful. It was hard to understand that she looked that incredibly beautiful despite a whole evening of going around a banquet hall.
“Yeah. And, I won’t spoil anything. I’m here just to hangout and chill with you guys. And since, when did you start drinking?”
“It’d be my first time,” Sumera replied, a little sullen. Avesh looked down at her, her cleavage enticing from the angle where he was standing. He looked away. He shouldn’t be staring at her cleavage, not after they were officially step-siblings.
“Well, it’d be my first time too. And, these guys? What do you know about them?”
“Stop being an overprotective ass. They’re from my college and —”
“And you sext each of them,” Avesh interrupted, “What were you thinking with this? This isn’t dating.”
“It was just for fun. And please stop being judgemental,” Sumera glared at him.
The elevator door dinged open, “I’m not being judgemental. Just being practical.”
“Do these guys know that you sext with each of them,” Avesh asked her as they walked to the room, where three guys were waiting for them.
“Yes, sort of,” she answered.
Avesh sighed, frustrated with the obliqueness of her replies.
“Well, at least, you made it clear that I’m your step-brother,” Avesh said, as they stood in front of the door.
He was about to ring the bell, when Sumera held his arm. She quietly looked at him, and dragged him a little further away from the door.
“Look,” she said in a low voice, “all I want to do, is have some fun, chill and wind down. A new home. Our… thing ending. Things have been difficult for me. All I want is an uncomplicated evening.”
Avesh thought for a moment before answering, “I understand. But with you and me, things are never complicated. I have decided not to have sex with you, or touch you sexually. Doesn’t mean I don’t like you. And it’s not because I am officially related to you.”
Avesh touched her chin. It was the first time he had touched her in days, and she didn’t flinch away.
Sumera nodded and smiled. She walked past Avesh and rang the bell.
Yash got the door.
He smiled, and welcomed them inside.
Inside the room, two other guys were sitting on the couch. Chirag, the shorter guy who had come down to complete the formalities, and beside him was Sahil, in a pair of shorts and a muscle tee. He didn’t have any muscles, but was the fittest among the three, and also the one who refused to make eye contact with Sumera and Avesh when they walked in.
On the table in front of them was a variety of appetizers, and two large bottles of whisky. They had already loaded up Netflix on the hotel television. It was a suitably posh TV, matching the posh hotel.
The guys had adjusted the table and sofa so that the table could be reached from the bed too. There was a lone chair too, which Avesh thought was for him.
“Please, make yourself comfortable,” Yash said, pointing to the bed to Sumera. Avesh noticed that. He had mentally prepared himself for such sexual comments for Sumera. He couldn’t have said anything, he couldn’t have reacted. It was true that Sumera and Avesh had been each others’ firsts, but in that room, he was just the son of the man whom Sumera’s mother married. That was his introduction, and he intended to stick to that.
Sumera gave a nervous smile, uncharecteristic for her. She clasped her hands in front of her and walked to the bed. She kept her clutch on the bed, only to be quickly taken by Yash and placed on the bedside table. Avesh took the chair.
“So, Avesh, you have already met Chirag,” Yash said, “this is Sahil.”
They nodded at each other. Avesh noticed a tattoo, a Japanese word written on Sahil’s forearm.
“Okay, give me something to eat, I’ve been saving up my appetite the entire evening,” Sumera said.