My Place in Their Flat - Part 01 (A story of me, my sister and her roommate) [m18] [F20] [F20]
This is my first story i hope it gets some audience and be close cause it's gonna be a really long one. This is a erotic story where a boy visited his sister but got a special place in the flat between his sister and her friends. So if you are not into this kind of stuff you can stay away, but if you are still here i'll make sure that you will enjoy it as much i did while writing.
Another thing this story is set in India so for Indian audience there will be some references that makes it more relatable. And off course it is not based on any real events or personalities, so don't take it as it could happen to you and try to do anything stupid. I think everything's good with the warnings so let's get started with the story.
My high school was finally over, and I had come to the metro city for college admissions. My sister Riya lived here with one flatmate while she studies.
Hi, my name is Nitish. Today is the day I turn eighteen. Riya is two years older than me.
When I reached the city’s railway station, I called my sister again, hoping she would pick up this time. At last, she did.
Nitish: “Hello, Riya! Where are you? I’ve been calling you forever.”
A soft female voice answered instead. “Hello, Nitish. Shaffy here I'm Riya’s flatmate. She went shopping and forgot her phone. Tell me where you are and I’ll come pick you up.”
N: “Oh… no issue. I’ll come. Just tell me the address. She never gave me one.”
Shaffy: “It’s okay. Just tell me where you are and I’ll come get you.”
N: “Um, alright. I’m at Exit Gate Number 2.”
S: “Stay right there. I’ll call you when I arrive. Give me a second to note your number… okay, done. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”
Fifteen minutes later an unknown number flashed on my screen. Obviously it was her.
S: “Hey Nitish, I’m here. White tee and denim shorts.”
I looked around, spotted her, and raised my hand. “Yeah… I see you.”
We waved, and I started walking toward her. That short walk became the beginning of the most unforgettable chapter of my life. The girl standing a short distance away looked like she had stepped straight out of a hentai panel full, heavy breasts, thick thighs, and a body that curved in all the right places. I wasn’t an expert, but she had to be more than a D-cup. A mid-length tight white tee stretched over her chest, paired with short denim shorts that left little to the imagination.
N: “Hi, Shaffy?”
S: “Come sit. We’re on a tight schedule. Shopping first, then the flat. You’re not too tired, are you?”
N: “I was… until I saw you. Suddenly I’m wide awake. AND How could I say no to some alone time with a beauty like you?”
She smirked. “Hmmm. Starting already? Riya warned me about your flirting. It’s not going to work, baby. Now get on.”
I climbed onto the back of her scooty. She kicked it into life and we pulled into the traffic.
N: “Then why are you calling me baby?” I asked over the wind.
S: “Because she also told me you’re not eighteen yet… and you’re younger than me.”
N: “Today is my birthday. I’m an adult now.”
S: “I know, baby. You’re finally eighteen-plus. No longer a baby.”
N: “So you plan on teasing me with that all day?”
S: “What happened? Is the baby getting angry? I’ll buy you candy. Don’t sulk.”
I grinned. “Okay, Mommy. Don’t worry I might not be a baby to anyone else, but I’ll always be yours.”
S: “Oh shit… that went somewhere it shouldn’t have.”
N: “What’s wrong, Mommy? Did you make a mistake?”
S: “Please stop calling me that.”
N: “Why, Mommy? Don’t you like it?”
S: “Oh God… what have I done?”
I laughed. “Just teasing. I won’t keep it up… but I have to say, you do have a real mommy-type body.”
Her cheeks coloured. “Thanks, Nitish. Anyway Riya wasn’t sure if you’d had any experience buying alcohol. We’re picking some up for a party tonight.”
N: “A party? For me?”
S: “Actually… you won’t be allowed in. Girls only.”
N: “What? Why?”
She hesitated. “It’s a Nude Day celebration. Everyone will be completely naked, so no boys are allowed especially not the brother of one of the girls.”
N: “Got it. So where am I supposed to be while this is happening?”
S: “Don’t worry. The party’s in another flat. You’ll have the place to yourself.”
N: “Alright then. No issue. I’m pretty good at liquor shopping. Any particular brands?”
S: “Just vodka and beer.”
N: “Easy.”
She parked in front of a well-stocked, somewhat upscale liquor store. Inside, a young staff member approached us. We told him what we needed and he guided us through the shelves, recommending brands and helping us choose. Once we had everything, we paid at the counter and stepped back outside.
As we loaded the bags onto the scooty, Shaffy glanced at me with a mischievous glint.
S: “Hey… I was thinking of playing a little prank on Riya.”
N: “What kind?”
S: “We pretend to call each other ‘Mommy’ and ‘Baby’ in front of her.”
I laughed. “You’re naughty.”
S: “Just don’t take it too seriously.”
N: “I’ll try. But calling a goddess like you Mommy and not catching feelings is going to be hard.”
S: “Just do it, na. She pulled a prank on me and I want payback.”
N: “As you say, Mommy.”
S: “Good boy.”
N: “Do I get a treat afterward?”
She smirked. “We’ll see.”
We headed toward the flat. Of course the sky chose that moment to open up. Rain poured down, and within minutes Shaffy’s white tee turned almost transparent, the white bra with tiny stars underneath becoming clearly visible. We somehow made it to the building, dripping wet. Riya was just arriving as well.
My sister wore a dark green bralette and light-blue denim pants. The feature I had always liked most about her was her navel deep and inviting. She used to be a little chubby growing up, but she had slimmed down while keeping the same full chest and round ass. The rain had plastered her clothes to her skin, making her cleavage even more obvious.
Riya: “Hey Nitish, how are you? Sorry I couldn’t pick you up,” she said, pulling me into a quick hug.
N: “I’m good, sis. How are you? And what kind of parties are you throwing these days?”
R: “Please don’t tell Mom and Dad. They’ll kill me.”
N: “Fine, fine. I won’t. But you have to keep a secret too I got a new Mommy.”
Riya’s eyes widened. “What? Who? How? This fast?”
N: “Your good friend Shaffy.”
Shaffy giggled. “Sorry, girl. Your little brother is just too cute and sweet. I had to adopt him.”
R: “You slut! I should have warned him about you. You’re such a bitch.”
S: “Ooh, says the girl wearing only a bra. Who’s the real slut here?”
R: “Look at yourself, whore.”
N: “Sis, please don’t fight,” I cut in. “And Mommy please stop too. I’m begging you.”
Shaffy immediately softened, running her fingers through my wet hair. “Fine, baby. Only because you asked so nicely. Come on… let’s bathe.”
“Together?” I asked, but she was already walking toward her room. I glanced at Riya, mumbled something about needing to change, and followed.
Inside the room Shaffy called over her shoulder, “Close the door, baby.”
N: “What? Seriously?” while i did close the door.
She laughed. “No, stupid. I was just trying to make her angrier.”
N: “Oh. Okay. I’ll wait here then.”
She disappeared into the bathroom. I stepped out briefly to grab my bag, noticing Riya had gone into her own room. When I returned, I waited a few minutes until Shaffy emerged wrapped in nothing but a towel.
She smiled at the look on my face. “You can go now. And close your mouth.”
N: “Sorry. I’ve just never seen anyone look that perfect in only a towel.”
A faint blush coloured her cheeks. “Go. I need to drop this so I can put clothes on.”
N: “Wear something sexy, Mommy.”
S: “Sure, baby.”
I went into the bathroom, showered, and couldn’t help touching myself, thinking mostly about Shaffy, and a little about my sister’s navel. When I came out, Shaffy was lying on her stomach on the bed, scrolling through her phone. Her hair was dry and loose. She wore a baggy yellow crop tee that barely covered anything, a black bra clearly visible underneath, and black shorts.
S: “Let me pamper you a little,” she said, standing up and grabbing a hairdryer. She gently dried my hair while I sat on the edge of the bed.
S: “So… how was the shower? Did we do something? Did you cum?”
I hesitated. “Umm… I don’t know how to answer that, Mommy.”
S: “If she asks, just tell her I let you watch me and gave you a handjob, okay?”
N: “Okay, Mommy. Can I ask what that fight earlier was really about?”
She sighed. “Sure. Your sister pranked me. She told me my crush wanted to do something with me, which wasn’t true and then she told my boyfriend that I was going to meet that guy. She planned the whole thing so we’d break up and she could date him herself.”
N: “That’s messed up.”
S: “Yeah. And the funny part? My boyfriend said he won’t date anyone right now, especially not someone connected to me. So she got nothing either.”
N: “So what now?”
She smiled and tugged my hand. “Let’s just go out there… and you keep being my baby.”
We walked into the living room. Riya was already there, now wearing a light-pink bralette of the same style and tight light-grey shorts.
Shaffy raised an eyebrow. “Hey slut. Still trying to dress slutier than me?”
R: “So what if I am? You already did the work of a slut. Can’t I at least dress like one?”
S: “Is everything ready for the party?”
Riya’s expression darkened. “Almost. But there’s a problem. Divya cancelled and she’s not letting us use her flat either.”
S: “What? Then what do we do? We can’t have it here.”
R: “That’s the only option left.”
Shaffy glanced at me. “Fine… but what about him?”
R: “We’ll just lock him in a room.”
S: “It’s his birthday. He shouldn’t spend the night alone and locked up.”
R: “You have a better idea?”
S: “No.”
Riya looked at me. “Bro, you okay with that?”
I shrugged. “It’s fine, I guess. Not like I have a choice.”
R: “Good. We’ll make it up to you tomorrow morning.”
N: “Sure. Whatever.”
Riya narrowed her eyes. “You seem weirdly okay with this. Did you two actually do something?”
Shaffy turned toward me and winked. “Well… not everything. Yet.”
R: “Whatever. It’s settled then. Party’s here. I’ll message the others.”
S: “Sure.”
We spent the next hour decorating the flat as best we could. When the first guests were about to arrive, Riya pointed toward her bedroom.
R: “Go to the room now. If any of the girls see you it’ll be weird.”
N: “Which room?”
S: “Mine, of course. I’m not letting you sleep with that slut.”
I lowered my voice. “Don’t worry, sis. Between you and me nothing actually happened. She’s just trying to make you jealous.”
Riya’s eyes lit up with a dangerous spark. “Oh… she wants to play that game, does she?”
N: “Please don’t say anything to her.”
R: “Only if you promise me something first.”
S: “What?”
R: “Promise you’ll do it even if she resists.”
N: “Tell me what you’re talking about first.”
R: “I’m going to make sure she ends up sleeping with you tonight. And you’re going to fuck her… even if she resists.”
My stomach dropped. “No. I can’t do that.”
R: “Why not?”
N: “That’s rape.”
Riya waved a hand. “She’s a slut. I know her. She won’t really resist or if she does, it’ll only be for a minute. And if she keeps resisting longer than that, you stop. I’ll handle the rest.”
I stared at her. “You’re sure about this? It sounds really fucked up.”
She only smiled. “Don’t worry.”
N: “Fine,” I said. “I’ll try.”
Riya nodded. “Good. Take whatever you want for dinner and go to her room.”
I grabbed a few things from the kitchen, walked over to Shaffy, and kept my voice soft. “I’ll be waiting for you, Mommy.”
Riya’s eyes burned into us, full of barely controlled anger, as I disappeared into the other room.
After a while the voices of other girls started filtering in from outside. I lay on the bed scrolling through Instagram, flipping through reels without really seeing them. Loud music soon pounded through the walls. There was no chance of sleeping while that was going on. I kept waiting as the minutes dragged on, until exhaustion finally started pulling at me.
Then, after a long stretch of time, the heavy music cut off. A soft melody took its place, and the voices outside faded to almost nothing only a few girls left, by the sound of it. My eyes grew heavier. Before I could form another clear thought about the night ahead, I drifted off.
I don’t know how much time passed. At some point a soft hand brushed my face. I stirred, half-awake, and in the darkness realized someone was lying next to me. As expected, it was Shaffy. The room was completely black, so I had to rely on touch alone. My hand slid over her body and found nothing, no clothes at all. She must have come in from outside like this and fallen asleep. She was on her back, legs slightly parted just enough.
I made a quiet promise to myself: if she resisted even for a few seconds, I would stop.
I leaned over her, cupped one of her heavy breasts, and took the nipple into my mouth, sucking gently.
“Nitish… stop…” she murmured, still half-asleep.
But there was no real resistance in her voice or her body. I kept going, trailing kisses up to her lips. She mumbled something I couldn’t understand, yet she still didn’t push me away. My cock, already hardening, pressed against her. I’m not especially long, just six and a half inches but I’m thick.
After more kissing and more attention to her breasts, I positioned myself at her entrance and started to push in. Her own hand came down and guided me, helping me find the right angle. The moment the head slipped inside, she tensed.
“That’s… really big,” she whispered. “Please… go slow…”
I took it as a compliment and eased forward carefully. She was tighter than I expected especially for someone my sister kept calling a slut. The realization only made it better. I began moving, slow at first, then deeper. She moved with me, taking every inch, soft moans spilling from her lips. Those sounds were the sweetest thing I had ever heard.
After a while I felt myself getting close. I pulled out and stroked myself hard, lasting only a few more seconds before I came across her stomach in thick ropes. I expected to soften, but my cock stayed just as hard as before. After a few more strokes with my hand, I pushed back inside her.
This time I thought about the promise I had made to my sister. We were in the rhythm again in no time at one point when i stopped kissing she said
"Keep kissing.... otherwise... ahhhh... someone will hear...... ummmmm.. my moans."
And i did as i was told, started kissing her again while going in and out of her in slow but steady pace. After some minutes, Her walls suddenly clenched around me. I realized she was cumming while I was buried inside her. This is the first time I had ever made a girl orgasm during penetration. The feeling was so intense that it pushed me over the edge too. I tried to pull out, but I wasn’t fast enough. I was certain some of my cum had leaked inside her.
Still catching my breath, I leaned close to her ear, genuine concern in my voice.
N: “I’m sorry… I think some of it went inside you, Shaffy.”
A soft, familiar voice answered in the dark.
“It’s okay, Nitish. I’ll take the tablet in the morning. And… thank you. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
A short pause.
“And don’t freak out… but I’m not Shaffy. I’m Riya.”
NOTE: the twist wasn't planed earlier it just happened while writing, if the story finds any audience upvote and comments are really appreciated. And follow my own account cause this one is gonna go so long.