Pratibha’s Awakening with her Brother – II

The morning after the first night, I woke up dead tired. Sri wasn’t on my side. And I could hear him speaking to Arvind, Karthik and dad in the drawing room.

I dragged myself into the bath. I felt sore. Three fucks from three different men, the previous day.

If a slutty experienced girl like me was feeling so bad between my thighs, I can only imagine for Preethi. ‘Poor girl! She must me whimpering’ I thought to myself.

I went out to her room. Just as I was about to knock, I found the door wasn’t locked. I opened it and went in. Preethi was sleeping naked on the bed.

“Good morning” I wished her.

“Good morning, akka!” she wished back.

“How was the night?” I asked her.

“Not bad.” She said as she tried to get off the bed. “Ahhhhh…” she groaned as she did that.

“What happened?” I asked concerned.

“I can’t even move my legs. My cunt is sore.” She said.

“Hmm.. fuck two guys in your first night and what do you expect??” I asked her. “Show me.” I said as I spread her naked thighs to have a look at her cunt. It was indeed beet red and sore.

I touched it with my finger and she groaned. “I’ll get you some curd to put on it. It’ll soothe the soreness.” I said to her and helped her walk to her bath.

As she came out of her bath, I put some cool curd from the fridge on her cunt. It did some good to her soreness. She was fine by the evening.


Two months later, after his 19th birthday, Karthik came to stay in the house. Preethi was still not pregnant. May be she should spend more time with my husband. I advised her.

All along, I wanted a nice fuck from Karthik. But he made me wait for days, before the chance came. Everyone went to Preethi’s house for some occasion, while I stayed back citing women’s problems.

Karthik had to stay since he had college. “Please da, don’t make me wait. Fuck me soon.” I almost begged him, when I got a chance to speak to him.

“Okay then, you’ll do as I say. Okay?” he commanded.

I always liked him overpowering me. As I said, he was one of the most creative people when it comes to sex. I didn’t know what he had in mind now.

“Okay.” I said.

“Get ready in the night. We’re going for a movie, night show!” he announced. “And don’t dress like a whore or a bride. Dress normal, like a wife.” He said.

So, I chose a plain chiffon green color saree, with a cotton blouse and bra, with a petticoat and panties. No make up, no fancy ornaments, just the thaali and some glass bangles on my wrist.

He had booked a ticket in the box, for the night show of some adult-rated movie. There were no more than 12 people in the box, three of them were women including me. The other seats were empty.

As the movie started, he started to rub my saree covering my cunt. It was a sexy English movie, and I knew the other two women were experiencing the same finger fucking sessions from their men too.

One moment, I almost moaned out aloud and felt every eyes looking at me as I controlled it with a gasp. “Please.. how long do I have to wait??” I asked him.

“Will you do whatever I say?” he asked.

“Yess… please. Whatever.” I said.

I was sweating even with the air-conditioning on in the theatre.

“Remove your panties and give them to the person sitting next to you.” He said.

“What?” I was alarmed!

“Yes. Just remove your panties and hand it over to person next to you? And ask him to have it as your gift.” He said.

I didn’t know what to do. This was outrageously kinky. One half of me said, “Don’t do it. The other half said, “Go ahead and be kinky.” I was sweating.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Karthik asked me.

And I did what he said. Without standing up, I moved my hips up a bit from the seat, and putting my hand beneath my saree, I pulled off my panties as the person beside me watched me do it with an awkward look on his face.

I brought up some courage, turned right and looking at his face, with a smile which no one can see in that darkness, placed my hot panties in his hands, asking him to have it as my gift.

Then I gave the ‘now-what’ look to Karthik, who was sitting on my left.

“How did you feel akka?” he asked.

“Not bad. I liked it though.” I said to him in a gushy voice.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m okay” I said.

“Then, remove your saree now.” He said.

“What? Do you want to sit here in the theatre in my blouse and petticoat??” I asked puzzled.

“Yes, that what I said. Do it for me. And give it again to the same guy but ask him to pass to the person sitting beside him.” he said.

‘Now this is getting very bad. Sitting in a theatre in inner wears??’ I never thought of it before.

I slowly removed the pin that is used to hold my saree on my shoulders and then removed the clip on my hips. In moments the saree slipped off my hips. It took little effort to actually remove it off my body.

Again the other guy was looking at me. I was sure his rod was hot and thick by this time, while I was having my crumpled saree on my lap as I was sitting wearing only my blouse and petticoat.

Karthik placed his hands on my stomach and felt my navel. I felt a tinge of excitement and in a blushing effort gave the saree to the guy on my right and asked it to pass it on to the next guy.

“Now remove your blouse and give it to me.” He said.

I was beyond the point of questioning now, and I quickly undid the blouse and gave it to him. I was sweating fully now with my heart thumping fast.

He gave it to the guy on his right.

“Now the bra.” He said. And it came off releasing my full milky breasts to be on their own.

“Now stand up and face us. Remove your petticoat too and become full naked. Then, say aloud who you are. Say you are not a whore but a slutty housewife, who got fucked by her brothers. Say, I’m your brother. Say, how Arvind wanted to tie the thaali around your hips. Say how you got fucked in the temple and in the men’s room. Ask if any of the other women in the room wants to join you and stand naked in front of us. Then beg me to fuck you. I’ll fuck you right then.” He whispered in my ears.

“I can’t do it.” I pleaded to him.

“Then you are not getting anything from me tonight!” he said as he rubbed my cunt softly.

‘Oh my God! I can’t do it.’ I said to myself. But I stood up and faced the room. I heard loud gasps and heard the women moan aloud.

“Do it!” Karthik said.

“Yes.” I said in a slow voice and fumbled with the knots of the petticoat in the dark and let it fall off my hips around my legs. I felt so slutty to stand naked in the box of a renowned theater as every one raped me with their eyes.

“Say what I said” he said it aloud.

“Okay.” I said and then building up the courage, I said aloud, “Hi, my name is Pratheeba. I’m not a whore as many of you might think now. I’m a housewife. And I love sex. Apart from my husband, I’ve fucked both my brothers. The guy here sitting next to me is actually not my husband, but my brother. I love my brothers so much. They fuck me like a whore. The elder brother likes it when I tie my thaali around my hips instead of my neck. This guy fucked me inside a temple and milked me like a cow. Then I got fucked by him in a men’s toilet. I enjoy doing this.”

“I see a lot of men here and a few women. What do you think girls? Do you want to join me, stand naked and show off in front of everyone?” I asked looking at the other two women.

“No..” one girl said and the other moaned.

“What do you say guys? Do you want to see both of them naked too??” Karthik asked them aloud.

“Yes.” Everyone said together. “Undress yourself in front of us.” One guy said. “There are nearly 12 men here. If you undress yourself, we’ll let you fucked by your lovers or brothers or whoever they may be, else, you’ll be having 12 cocks inside you before you go out” another guy said.

The girls had no options. It would be real bad to get raped by 12 men continuously. So they stood up and walked to the front row and faced the room. Slowly they removed their saree, blouse, bra and everything they had on their body. One girl didn’t wear any panties too.

“Now… Karthik. Please. Fuck me. Make your sister pregnant now. I cant wait any longer.”

“Okay.” He said and unzipped his pants. He didn’t become naked. None of the guys were naked. It was awkward that only the women in the room were naked. Karthik made me turn towards the guys and made me hold chair for grip, as he slit my cunt with his thick cock.

The guy in the front didn’t sit still, but started kneading my breasts. This was the first time I felt two pairs of hands on my body at the same time. Slowly, the lovers of the two women came front and they too started fucking the girls.

The room was steamy with sex. Three women moaning aloud in that room. Even the manager of the theater came in hearing the sounds and was standing the door looking at the show.

This was the most erotic sex I was having. My first sex in the public. I never knew there was more to come. I was lost in thoughts as Karthik pumped in his cum into my cunt. The seed has been planted.

The manager allowed me to leave the theatre even before the show ended, cos I had to walk out naked. No one in the room allowed me to have my dress back or even the dresses of other girls for that matter. Karthik said he’ll drop those couples too.

So, we were three naked women and three unzipped men in the car. We helped them sneak into their houses and both of us returned home. Karthik gave me his shirt as the weather was cold and a bit rainy.

I felt like a whore, sitting beside him, wearing nothing but a shirt. It somehow reminded me of Arvind. At times, both my brothers are alike and at other times, they are so different.

“So, akka, how was it? Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, it did, but I’m not going to do it again in a theater. Okay?” I pleaded.

“Okay.” He laughed and kissed me on the cheeks.

We reached home safely. Couple of months later, I found out that I was pregnant. Preethi too said she was pregnant, and to me, she confirmed it was her brother’s, my husband’s baby.


Months rolled on, and our belly grew. I wanted a baby boy this time. Preethi was expecting a girl. It was time to go home for labour. The same 12 hour journey back home. Guess who came with us two pregnant ladies this time?? It was Karthik, my youngest brother.

As soon as we closed the door of our coupe in the train, I gave Karthik a deep kiss even with Preethi watching us.

“What are you doing? Preethi is here.” He whispered.

“Don’t even bother.” She said aloud giggling.

“Yes. Don’t worry. She knows about us.” I said. “And she has her eyes on you too.” I said grinning.

He looked at her questioningly.

“Well, yes. But not now. You too go ahead tonight. I’ll have my share after I deliver my baby.” She said.

Thanks to three men and a baby, fourteen months after I gave birth to a baby, I was still lactating. I felt like a cow, giving milk for the whole year.

I removed the only piece of dress I was wearing, my nighty. I pulled it off and stood buck naked, unlike the previous pregnancy, now in front of my second brother.

“Come on, remove your dress,” I said to him. he was nervous now, with Preethi looking at us. This was the same guy who made me strip in front of a dozen people in a theatre.

Preethi too got hold of the situation. “I’ll remove my dress too, if you feel awkward.” She said and pulled her nighty off her shoulders. Now there were two naked pregnant women in that cabin.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt. And we both helped him through with the rest of her dress.

He started kneading my breasts and milk squirted out of my breasts. Preethi giggled seeing that. “Hmm.. your time will come in a few weeks…” I said teasingly.

“I haven’t tasted your milk for a long time…. Can I have some akka?” she asked me.

“Of course dear.” I said and guided her mouth to my breasts. It felt crazy to have two people suck each of my breasts.

Meanwhile, she held Karthik’s hand to her growing breasts and he started kneading them.

I don’t know why men liked fucking pregnant women so much. Does the look of a pregnant girl makes them so horny? May be it is. He rammed his cock hard into my cunt as Preethi suckled my breasts. It was so erotic.

On my part, I fingered her cunt. Both of us were moaning aloud as we cummed together. It was much like the previous trip with Arvind. So fucking hot and horny. And all three of us enjoyed the trip.

In the morning we reached our place. Preethi moved to her mom’s house and I went to mine.

To my happiness, I gave birth to a boy and Preethi gave birth to a girl.

After the childbirth, she came to mom’s house to stay with me, so they we both could take care of our babies. By this time, Chitra was growing fast.

And at that time, I found Sri’s eyes following someone else in the family, apart from Preethi and me. Before I talk to him about that, first I needed to catch him being unfaithful to me. And who’s there to help? Preethi.

One day, I asked her to seduce him, so that I can catch him red handed fucking his sister. So, weeks after her baby, when everyone of us were supposedly out of the house, she got him into the trap. And I made sure I walked into them when both of them were naked and entwined like eternal lovers.

Preethi made a mock of the cry and ran out of the room, while I made sure Sri had tough time for fucking his own sister. He pleaded and pleaded, not to let it out or to hate him.

It felt so good to be at command with men. And after some time, I said, it is okay with me, as long as he loves me as a good husband. All those good-wifey speeches and all.

Later one day, he said, he wanted to have a threesome with me and Preethi. I okayed it, but it would happen only when I say so. Even Preethi was excited about that. Even though we had a threesome like experience in the train with Karthik, it was far from a real threesome. So we both we looking forward to it. After all, our plan has started working towards the next level.

Everyone from my family and Preethi’s family was home to celebrate Chitra’s second birthday. As I said, Sri was again ogling at someone else in the family.

It was my mom, his mother-in-law!

At one moment, I caught him hard-cocked. “Seems someone has the hots for my mom at this age too??” I teased.

“What? No!!” he said.

“Come on. Its okay. You’ve already digged your sister. What’s new here. Accept it.” I said.

“Okay. Yes!” he was confused and stammering.

“Is my mom so sexy??” I asked.

“Well, yes! I like her breasts. They are huge, much larger than yours. Wish if I could make her pregnant again and drink milk from them. How much will they hold??” he was wondering.

“And her ass too… aren’t they large too??” forgetting being a girl and also a daughter, I was shamelessly commenting and teasing about my mom to my husband!

To my surprise mom too was passing smiles at Sri now and then.

“Seems like she’s also into it. Do you want me to talk to her?” I asked him.

“Can you? She is your mom. Is it okay? I don’t know, if it is right?” he was blabbering again.

“Come on Sri, I don’t mind. You wont get a wife like me, arranging her own mom for her husband…” I giggled. “Just relax, I’ll do the rest.” I said to him.

“What???” Preethi was shell-shocked hearing what had happened.

“Your mom? With Sri? Or you mad??” she asked. “Which woman lets her husband fuck her own mother?? You are kidding.” She said.

“No! I’m serious.” I said. “Look at this, you fucked my husband. I fucked your husband, both of them by the way are our brothers. Besides this fits into our plan, if we extend it a little that is. Don’t you think?”

“I don’t know. Besides he isn’t my husband. He is yours. You decide.” She said laughing.

“Okay, then. I’ll talk to mom.”

I walked into the kitchen. Mom was working there. “I don’t know mom, Sri is behaving differently nowadays. Did you notice?” I asked her coaxingly.

“Hmm I too thought that. Well, I don’t know if I can talk to you about that.” She said.

“Come on mom, I’m your daughter. You can say anything to me.”

“What if I say he’s making passes at me??” she asked.

“Hmmm… that’s to be thought about…” I was mocking as if I was thinking.

“What do you think about him? To me, it looks like you too like him watching you like that.” I worded my words exactly.

“What are you talking about, Anju? He is my son-in law. Are you insane??” Anju is my nickname. Only mom and dad calls me that.

“That doesn’t matter, mom. I know he looks at you, even though you are his mother-in-law. Are you so sexy??” I asked her.

“Hmm.. may be, if he thinks so…” she laughed teasingly.

“So, you do look at him.” I wanted to confirm.

“Come on Anju, which woman in this world wants to stay with only one man for the whole of her life. If that is true, may be thinking about Sri is also true.”

“I don’t think there is anything wrong in just helping him enjoy looking at you, mom. Besides I think you look great with real huge breasts and large thighs and ass. I miss that.” I said.

“Don’t worry dear, you’ll be so good as me one day. So what do you want me to do about Sri?” she asked.

“Nothing special mom. Just be what you are. Give him some room, be a bit liberal in showing off your body. I’m sure that will blow him off.” I grinned.

“You naughty girl. Sure. I’d do it for you.” She said.

“Don’t do it for me mom, do it for you. Don’t you want that? Don’t you like someone looking at you? Don’t you think of having sex with anyone apart from dad.” I tried to hook her in.

“Well, you are too young to talk about that to your mom, Anju. Yes, may be I’ve thought about having sex with other than your father.” Mom said.

“Does this mean, you would let go off a chance when my husband really wants to fuck you?” I asked her bluntly.

“Well… when that time comes, I’ll decide.”

“Come on mom, don’t hesitate, just because of me. Will you have sex with my husband just for your pleasure? I don’t mind, as long as you both love me.” I said.

“Hmmm.. okay. It is fine for me, if it is fine for you…” she said kissing me on my cheeks.

“You are one hell of a girl” Preethi teased me when I explained my little talk to my mom.


The celebrations were over, but there was still one thing to do before going back to Chennai. Visiting the temple and do the pujas for Preethi’s baby, as it was her very first one.

It was just like my experience. New mothers were not allowed. Preethi had to stay back and so did I with a promise from dad that we both will be visiting our family temple. Remembering that temple brought back memories of my first experience with Karthik.


I had said to Preethi about that and now she wanted to do it with Karthik. But Dad didn’t allow us to go alone with Karthik. He took the car and all four of us, me, Preethi, Karthik and Dad went to the temple together.

It was the same old sunset, which is so beautiful just like the previous year and the so memorable as it was the previous time. I made sure that I’ll keep dad by my side so that Preethi and Karthik can have their time together at the temple.

They have already seen each other naked in that train trip to home. So it is only a matter of time since they both fucked each other. And it had been a long wait for the new lactating mother, Preethi.

I pulled dad to my favourite place near the lake and we sat down for talk, thinking about the good old days when I was in school when I came here with dad.

“So what do you think of me dad? Am I a good mother?” I asked dad.

“Yes, you are Anju.” He kissed at my forehead.

“Hmmm… Nowadays, I feel very bad, dad” I said to him.

“Why? What happened?” he asked me.

“I don’t know dad, sometimes, I feel like Sri has lost interest in me.” I said.

“Come on, don’t feel that way.” He said.

“The other day, I caught him having sex with somebody else. But later he said sorry, and I just let go off it. Do you think what I did was right?” I asked him.

“Sometimes, people do make mistakes, at that time, the best thing to do, is to forgive. I think what you’ve done is right.” He said.

“What do you think of incest, dad? I asked him.

“Why are you talking such things??” he questioned me.

“Just say it dad, you’re the only person I can talk to, now.” I said.

“It isn’t fully bad, but it is bad.” He said.

“Isn’t relationships created by man?? Having sex within the family wasn’t bad before there were relationships, right?” I asked him.

“Yes…” he was thinking.

“May be incest is a very normal thing to do, if there weren’t any relationships now…” I was pulling him along.

He was silent.

“Because, the girl Sri was having sex with was actually Preethi. That’s why I’ve been thinking, is it right or wrong, if we just get along and do things based on our feeling rather than rules.” I said.

“Sometimes, the most loved people are those inside the family, and at that situation, having sex with someone within the family isn’t wrong.” Dad said.

“Have you ever thought of having sex with anyone other than mom, dad? I asked him.

“To be frank, Yes! I did.”

“Who is that woman?”

He was silent for a moment and then answered. “I think it is time, I should share the secrets after keeping them for nearly 25 years. Promise me that you wouldn’t say it to anyone. Okay?? Not even to Sri?”

“Don’t worry about Sri, dad. He’s not even close to me nowadays.” I avoided an answer. ‘Of course, I’ll be sharing it with Preethi.’ I enjoyed sharing these little family secrets with her.

“Okay. You know, Sri’s mom is actually my sister. I actually married your mom and her brother married my sister, your aunt. Something happened and we all ended up having sex the wrong way, within the family.”

“That means you and your sister??”

“Yes, me and your aunt and your mom with ur uncle. This went on for three years, and both your mom and aunt gave birth to three kids each. Till date, we don’t know whose babies all six of you are.”

“Do you mean to say that all six of us may be brothers and sisters one way or the other??” I asked dad.

“Yes.” He said.

‘Oh my god! This is awesome bad, kinky and out of the world. This means, Preethi at this moment, is now fucking Karthik inside the temple, without even knowing he may be her younger brother.’

The reality made me horny in fact.

“Then why did you allow me to marry Sri and Preethi to Arvind??” I asked him again.

“Well, we parents thought, it is okay as long as no one knows outside. Besides, even you kids don’t know till now, did you?”


“Oh my God” I exclaimed mockingly. “Don’t you think it is wrong to have kids with Sri, even though he may be my brother?”

“As long as no one knows I think it is okay.” He said as a matter of fact.

“What about you dad? Then does it mean that it is okay for your daughter to have your baby as long as no one knows??” ‘Hmmm at last I hit the bull’s eye.’

“No Anju, I’m not saying it that way.”

“Come on dad, you said, sex within the family is okay, having kids from my brother is okay, how does sex with you become wrong? Haven’t you ever thought about me sexually?? Say it from the heart dad. There is no one here. It is just you and me.”

“Well, then, yes, I’ve indeed thought about you sexually. Every dad does think of his daughter sexually one day or the other in his life.”

“A number of times??” I asked him.

“Yes, a number of times”, he blushed. “From the day you came off age, actually.”

“Does mom know this? What did she say?”

“Yes! Mom knows this. She said, don’t think of your daughter. If you want, think of me as your daughter and fuck me. And I did that. Many a times, I felt very horny when you used to lie on my lap like you do now…” he said.

“Hmmm…. Do you feel horny now, dad??” I asked him. My head was on his lap and I slowly nudged his groin with my nose.

“Nooo… yesss..” he gasped.

“How long did you want to have sex with me, dad? For 10 years now??”

“Yess… I remember you as a school girl, wearing those uniform shirts and skirts. I wish I could see you again in your school uniform, innocent and hot! I don’t remember how many times I jerked myself off thinking of having sex with you.”

“Do you want to have sex with me, now??”

“We cant do that now. You have grown-up. You are married. You’ve got kids.” He said.

“Its okay dad. I think it is okay, after what Sri did to me.”

“What if Preethi and Karthik come now?” he asked.

“Don’t worry about them dad.” I said to him. “Don’t worry about others. Kiss me dad. Kiss your daughter. Undress your daughter, make me naked as you dreamed for years and have sex with me now, right here. I want my third baby to be my daddy’s baby!” I said.

He held my face up and planted a kiss on my lips. The next moment we were wild and frenzy, as our tongues played with each other. I felt my dad, kneading my milk-filled breasts.

I was breathing fast and we both were panting as we parted from the kiss. “Mmmmm.. Oh god, dad, this is sooo good” I moaned.

Dad made me site beside him and pulled the saree off my shoulders and let it down. “Do you want to remove your dress fully??” he asked.

“Yes dad, make me naked, fully. I want you to see me like in the day I was born; I want you to hold me like your baby.” I said panting.

I just couldn’t control my breath. I was excited.

I lifted my hips up a little so that he could undo the folds of my saree at my hips and remove it fully. As I was lactating, my breasts started leaking and it started to show as far as my blouse. I remembered the last time with Karthik.

“You are leaking.” Dad pointed out.

“Yes dad. Do you like to suck your daughter’s milk pots?” I asked.

“Yes, very much. When Sri were born, me, ur mom and ur uncle all of us used to suck my sisters breasts”

‘Oh my god. I was imagining things, with my aunt being naked and three people suckling her breasts madly.’ It was exciting. I was getting hot. I could feel the juices seeping along my cunt.

Dad grabbed my blouse-covered breasts with his hands and kneaded them for a while. The blouse got more wet from my breastmilk. My bra would have been soaking wet inside my blouse now.

He slowly undid the buttons of my blouse and then unhooked my wet pregnancy bra. My breasts immediately juggled out of the restraints. They were sticky with breastmilk, with drops of milk leaking out of my nipples.

“Lift your hips. Let me remove your petticoat.” he said, and I lifted my hips as he undid the knots on the sides of my petticoat. He pulled them out along my ankles and I was now wearing only my panties.

The last piece of covering was gone too in the next few moments and I was buck naked. I felt some sort of freedom. I hate this, having have to undress and become naked every time to do sex. Why did men learn to make clothes, we could have just roamed around the world naked. Gone to work, gone to shopping, gone everywhere just naked.

Sometimes I get this dream about myself in a busy road, naked and everyone around me is naked too. Yes, we are rich, we are civilized, we wear shoes, ornaments, watches, handbags, and yet we don’t wear any clothes. An office full of naked men and women, the buses and trains full of naked men and women, as if the whole world has become a nudist community!

But some other times, I felt this to be kinky too, to cover ourselves and to undress and reveal our naked assets only to our loved ones, like now to my dad. I felt my breasts twitch as my dad kissed my sensitive breasts.

“Dad, lets go inside the temple.” I said.

He started to collect my saree and all my dresses. “No dad, leave them here. Just carry your naked daughter alone to the temple.” I said. So, he left the dresses and scooped me with both his hands and walked to the temple. I gave a light kiss on his lips.


“I love you, dad” I said.

“I hope Karthik and Preethi doesn’t know this.”

“Know what?”

“This… father fucking his own daughter.”

“Don’t worry dad. I’m sure they both will be fucking each other like anything by now.”

“What?” dad was stunned.

“Yes dad, Preethi wanted to have sex with Karthik for a long time.”

“But she is married.”

“So am I” I laughed. “Besides, they may be brother and sister. You only said that. That’s fun as far as no one knows, isn’t it?” I grinned.

“Where are they now?” he asked as I pushed open the temple door from outside.

Karthik and Preethi was shocked to see someone open the door. More, as in history, Karthik was on the floor and Preethi was on him, both of them being buck naked.

By their posture, I could see they were having a great time fucking each other. More, they were speechless to see me, without any clothes, clinging naked to my dad with my legs around his hips and my hands around his shoulders, whereas my dad at this moment was fully clothed.

Dad was stunned to see them both in that state too. There was an awkward silence for a moment. “Come on everyone, just continue. None of our secrets goes out of here. Okay?” I commanded.

“Hmmm… ” karthik moaned and Preethi started riding his cock again.

Dad let me down and we hugged each other tightly for a few moments, what seemed like years. He nudged his nose playfully with mine and played with it just like he used to when I was little school going girl. It used to be very funny, tickling and enjoyed those loving moments with dad. Then it was pure daughter to father love and no incest.

Now it was completely different. It was so sweet and sexy to do that with my own father that too when I’m his grown up daughter hugging him while being naked.

Slowly I let my hands behind his back inside his shirt and started feeling his huge manly back. He gasped as I played with his back. I undid the buttons of his shirt one by one and he showed off his hairy chest to me.

There is something in old guys I thought. With dad, when I thought of his mature body, hairy chest, huge hands, they turned me on like anything, and I felt my juices flowing along my inner thighs along the lines of my little hairs on my thighs.

“Hmm.. Anju….” He was moaning as he heard me unzip his pants and let me hand inside his fly, cupping his nuts and dick together with his underpants.

I loved doing this always… fiddling with men’s underpants while letting my hand inside through the fly of the pants. That gets them horny like hell. They can’t see what I’m doing; they can just feel my playing with their privates.

Dad started losing his senses, and was slipping into his own world of dreams. I unbuttoned his pants and let them fall at his ankles. Holding my shoulders he stepped out of them and stood in his underpants.

Kneeling below I could see him as a huge man, huge body, with a mature look, hairs all over his body, the classic ‘daddy’.

I moved closer to his knees even while kneeling and with my naked nipples brushing his legs, I kissed on his underpants, the place where his rock hard rod made a huge tent.

I grabbed his underpants by the side of his hips and lowered them a bit below his balls, and just let it stay there. His penis jutted out and sprang up hitting my face. Holding his ass cheeks tightly and giving them a good squeeze, I slowly brought my lips near the tip of his penis and kissed on the edge.

“Ohhhh… Anju…” he gasped as I did that.

I stripped his underpants all the way down and made him buck naked. It felt so incestuous to be naked in front of him being her married daughter. It didn’t feel so immense with either of my brothers even though it was incestuous too.

Now, with my own father, I felt so shy, so horny, and so wanting. It was dad in front of me, the same old dad who had made me in the first place. The same dad who lusted on me even since I officially became woman. Now here he was naked in front of me, wanting me to make his dreams come true for real.

I put my hands on hips lowering him to my eye length and then made him kneel in front of me. I saw him right into his eyes, those eyes filled with full of lust and nothing else at that moment.

He brought his ands over my face and holding it up, kissed me on my lips, slowly devouring those soft juicy flesh deliciously. I lost my mind as I felt the flavour and sweetness of that kiss. I was groping his back hard and played with his hard ass cheeks, digging them with my nails.

My eyes wandered the room as I came out of that trance.

There was a milk container with Preethi’s breast milk half filled in it. “Seems you guys have got the milk too.” Saying so, I took a sip out of the container.” “Hmmm Preethi, your milk tastes good.” I said with a wink.

Dad, looked at me questioningly. And I explained to him. “Its like this dad, Karthik loves to milk our breasts just like people milking the cows. It is a nice experience for us girls. We love it.”

“Do you want me to do it for you too, now?” dad asked.

“Yes dad, if you want. But now first suckle my breasts and drink as much milk as you want from your daughter.” I said.

In that small room, there was enough space for more than two people as I said before. I lied down and dad started licking and sucking my breasts, tasting my milk. ‘I guess this place would hold five couples at a time.’ I thought to myself. Even the thought of that made me horny and I moaned in excitement.

The room was filled with loud suckling sounds and slapping sounds as Preethi rode Karthik. Every time, she move up and down and hit his groin, she let out a small moan and that was followed by a ‘cluck cluck’ from their thighs. The mood was sexy and electric.

Then as dad finished drinking my milk, we changed positions. Dad laid beside his son and I moved above him spreading my legs on both my sides. With the container on his stomach, he started to milk the remaining of my milk from both my breasts. The milk frothed in the container and made a whirring sound as it hit the container.

Obviously, having grown up in a small town, dad had a good experience in milking cows and now, milking women. I had more plans for this milking job from now on.

Meanwhile I got hold of his thick cock and massaged it. It wasn’t that long as Karthik’s cock, yet, it was the widest, thickest cock, in my four-cock experience so far. No wonder it will check the elasticity of my cunt, the maximum level my cunt can expand sideways.

The container was almost full with milk. “Next time, we should bring a spare one.” I said aloud. Karthik Preethi laughed hearing that. As dad finished milking me, I was tired at my breasts. I felt as though some golden melons were weighing down my chest.


Hmm.. having continuously sucked and milked for more than a year, I felt my breasts to have grown larger. ‘When I get to my fifth baby, I guess, I’ll become mom’s envy’ I thought to myself.

My breasts were sore and red. Yet, dad was kneading them, softly now. I lifted my hips and lowered myself holding his cock, positioning it to go into my cunt and then lowered myself on it, little by little. I love riding cock. The reason why women love being on the top is we can control the pace of sex at this position.

And it brings you into command. You can stop, start, play whenever you want. I, especially love grinding on the groins. You can milk the cock with your cunt muscles and ring men to their edge. There is a lot you can do on top of men. And I love doing that to the core.

Making men feel special is after all the best thing women can do.

Slowly and steadily I moved up and down and varied the speed giving pleasure to both of us. Dad was gasping now, as I lowered my cunt to the hilt, as both our groins grinded against each other, as his hard cock scraped and rubbed the side walls of my cunt, giving me intense sensations which I haven’t felt before.

I could feel his cock, stretching my cunt sideways. ‘Oh my god,what I thought was true.’ I could feel the stretching enormously. Four cocks so far, and each of them giving pleasure in a different way. “Oh my god” I gasped aloud, thinking of that.

‘If four cocks can give four different pleasures, I think thousand cocks will give thousand different ways of pleasure. Each cock is unique. No cock is the same. I wish I could fuck different men everytime I have sex in my life’ Shit! I was thinking like a slut.

Then I remembered something; what Karthik said when he was ramming me at the men’s room in the marriage hall an year back during Preethi’s marriage.

Now I wanted to try out more things. I wanted to feel how it would be to get fucked by hoards of men one by one or even two at a time, in both my holes, for a whole day, making me crying in pleasure and soreness and pain.

‘Extreme sex, to the extent that, I can’t even whimper while I go back home.’ Will I pass out after such a sex? I don’t know. But I wanted to try it out.

By now, Preethi and Karthik were moaning and gasping aloud, as they were uphill towards the crescendo of orgasm. Hearing that, even dad was matching the speed of my ride, lifting his hip and ramming me hard from the bottom.

There we were, two women buck naked, inside a temple of god, unscrupulously sitting on men, riding cocks incestuously and with that feeling driving all of us mad, we went on and on, sweating, panting, gasping, moaning, squealing, muffling, all the way to the end of what seemed like eternity.

Then, as they finished Preethi cuddled on to Karthik as they rested against the wall watching me fucking my own dad. Karthik was playing with Preethi’s sore nipples now. I was slowly increasing my pace of my ride.

“Isn’t it wrong to have sex with your own dad, akka??” Preethi asked with a wide grin.

“Isn’t it wrong to have sex with your cousin, Preethi??” I asked her back rhetorically. “Besides, I don’t care, as long as he fucks me good. And believe me, he is doing greater than good!” I said laughing. Dad too laughed with me.

“May be I’ll get a chance later some day, too? Is it okay, uncle?” she asked dad. ‘Not uncle, may be dad’ I thought of correcting her, but didn’t. I laughed to myself. Dad saw me laughing too, in that darkness.

Preethi then moved away from being the entwined cuddly sweet lover, and crawling near me, she bent and kissed the crevice of my ass cheeks that were helping me grip dad’s cock with my cunt.

It was such a feeling that made me quiver and I squeezing all ass cheeks with all the force I could muster, thereby milking his cock harder than before.

“Oh my god..” dad gasped and panted and I pulled his hands over his daughter’s naked natural breasts signaling him give them a squeeze. And he did just that, as an experienced lover, gently squeezing the mounds of my hardened breasts and twirling my nipples.

The sexual tension was building up and up on me as Preethi kissed and licked my bare back with her lips and tongue, lapping wetness on my skin making it glisten in the light of the little oil lamps that were lit inside.

“Hmmm… I closed me eyes, pulled back my head resting it on my neck, enjoying that moment, relishing every sensation that my body was going through as the hotness of my dad’s cock engulfed my inner cunt lips, while the wetness of licking on my back balanced that.

“Okay dad, we are going for it. Are you ready?”

“Yes Anju…” he said grabbing my velvety hips. I guided me up and down as I increased my pace. Faster, faster and faster. His cock was pistoning my cunt faster. “Cluck Cluck Cluck” again the same sound of pubes mashing against each other, while the cock hit the sloppy wet cunt that is filled wet with juices of sex.

And with a groan, he loaded his cum up into my cunt. I felt the hot liquid move up and flow down along the walls of my cunt, engulfing his cock inside.

It was an awesome sensation as I felt the spasms of my cunt with the hotness of the cum with the filling sensation of a cock inside me. It felt great every time I was on top of a man. The same sensation every girl will feel as a guy cums into her after she rides him from the top.

I slowed down and we both relaxed and I lied down on top of my father.

One moment, it made me think of those old days when I was just a kid and when he was just like every other father, when I just laid myself on top of him and just fell asleep watching TV after coming from school.

Those relaxing moments when you’ve got nothing to worry about, when your heart is filled with happiness for which you don’t have a word to explain all that feeling.

I felt the same now as I laid myself above him. I still felt like a kid whom I’m not now, having mothered two kids. I could hear his heart beat hard and feel it on me. He embraced me and patted my naked back like the father he was, as I lay there after one good fucking session.

After sometime, his penis softly popped out of my cunt. “Shall we go home now?” Preethi asked.

“There is something more to do” Karthik said.

“Yes, the rituals.” I said laughing.

“What’s that?” She asked.

Without saying a word, I grabbed Preethi’s hand and guided her to sit beside me in front of the idol in the room.

“Help me dad.” Karthik called, and both of them grabbed the container of milk, pouring some over the idol of god and the remaining over Preethi and me.

“How do you feel?” I asked Preethi as both our milk dripped down our bodies.

“Hmmm.. More spiritual. I feel as if I’m close to god!” she said.

“Yes, I too felt the same the first time, like the wife of god, as though it was an act of purification, an act that was just meant to be done, like an order from God, after fucking my brother and now my dad.” I said.

She hugged me and kissed me on the cheeks. “I love you akka.” She said. We felt sticky of milk as we hugged each other.

“Come let’s go out…” I grabbed Preethi’s hand and pulled her out into the breeze, under the moonlight.

She was hesitating. I didn’t feel anything closer to being ashamed, as I have done this already with Karthik before.

“It’s okay. Just come with me. There is no one out.” I said, and I pulled her. Slowly she walked hand in hand with me, naked. Karthik and dad followed behind.

“I love this walk.” I said to Preethi. “Walking naked under the moonlight… It is so romantic. Do you feel it?” I asked her.

“Yes. I can feel it.” She whispered, looking at the ripples of moonlight on the lake.

I put my hands around her hips. Karthik moved to her other side and dad to my left. There we were, four of us, naked men and women, forgetting the relationships, having enjoyed the moments just for the pleasure it gave.

There was no brother, no sister, no daughter, no father, no cousin, standing there. Just four lovers loving each other like anything. It was eternal. We were lost in the silence. No one spoke.

“Will you carry me, Karthik?? I’m feeling soooo tired” she blushed and melted in his arms. He quickly grabbed her and lifted her up so that her breasts would be in front of his face.

“Ewwww… You are indeed sticky with all that milk on you.” he said and then continued, “But that means, I can lick those gorgeous milk-filled breasts of yours more.” He then gave her breasts a nice lick with his tongue before lowering her down. She splayed her legs around his hips holding him tight, with her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on his lips.

“Do you want as well?” dad asked me softly, and then grabbed me, just like his son did with Preethi. We girls clung on to our lovers like there was no end for the night, watching the sensuous moonlight over the lake.

It would be pitch dark without the moon. The crickets were making screeching sounds in the far, and except that there was no sound, just the cool breeze rustling a few leaves on the trees.

“Okay, lets get back home, everyone” I said. ‘More work to do’ I whispered to Preethi. I saw a small smile on her face.

“Do you want to wash? I feel like hitting the lake. I feel sticky with all those milk. I also smell of milk” She said.

“No. Don’t wash yourself. Wait till you get home. Just feel the smell of your own milk on your body. Enjoy it for some more minutes. Beside the water is freezing cold.” I said.

We got down on our foot and walked slowly towards the temple, where all our dresses were.

“Let’s pray before we dress.” I said. And all four of us, prayed to god, naked.

Dad and son marked the foreheads of their respective lovers with saffron as a show of love.

We then dressed ourselves in the room. She helped me hook my bra in the back, as like a sister. So did I.

By this time, dad and Karthik were clothed and ready to start the car. “I don’t feel like going back.” Preethi was saying to me. “It is okay dear. I know how you feel.” I said to her and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She kissed me back, but now we kissed on our lips.

“Hmmm… I felt very lesbian the next moment.” The kiss lingered on and on as we both held each other tight and played with our tongues inside the temple.

We both panted hard as we parted from our kiss. Just as we were about to come out of the temple, she pulled my hand back inside.

“What, sweetie?” I asked.

“Just a minute. I want something from you.” She said.

“Whatever you want…” I said.

She made me sit down before the idol, pulled my saree and petticoat back up to my hips and spread my legs to both sides. I was half-clad and was sitting in a eat-me-out position. My panties were already sticking to my groin because of the milk on my pubic hair and they were wet to some extent. She bent over my cunt, pulled my panties down to my thighs and then with her tongue, gave my hairy cunt a long full lick from bottom to the top, tasting my dad’s cum along with our milk.

Just one lick and that was it. Nothing more. She just got up getting ready to go.

“That’s it?” I asked her longingly.

“Yes. That’s it.” She smiled wickedly. “Enjoy that longing feeling till we go home.” She said, and pulled me up from the floor and then helping me wear my panties back, and smoothen my crumpled saree and petticoat. We walked to the car, hand in hand, like little sisters.

I could still feel the sex in the car as we drove back home. Just a kilometer before the house, the car stalled.

“Okay. We girls will walk home. You guys fix the car and come home soon.” I said to them and Preethi and Me started walking back home.

The house was silent as we entered it. “The babies would be sleeping I think” Preethi was whispering.

“I’ll get some water.” I said to her. She was following me to the kitchen. Just before the door, I stopped. I saw shadows inside. We pushed the door open slightly. “Oh my god.” Preethi gasped softly. I sushed her.

“I’ll take care of this. You go to your room.” I sent Preethi to her room. Then I opened the kitchen door fully and walking.

There on the kitchen table was mom, sitting on it, almost fully clothed, but her saree hiked up to her thighs. It was so kinky to see her that way. Not for a long time, I’ve seen her that way.

Standing in front of mom was Sri, my hubby, hugging her tight. one of his hands was groping mom’s saree covered buttocks and the other was sliding along her naked thighs.

They couldn’t utter a word seeing me. “Shhh.. Don’t say anything both of you. Its okay.” I said with a smile.

“I’m sorry Anju” mom said slowly.

“Shh.. its okay mom. I don’t mind.” I said to her. “Everyone is going to be home in a few minutes. Shall we do this later?” I said.

“Do you mean to say that it is okay for me to do this with your mom?” Sri asked in a husky voice.

“Yess… its okay. But not now. Later. Okay?” I grabbed his hands. He started walking with me.

“Wait a minute. Can I kiss your mom? Just once please?” he asked.

I thought and nodded. The next moment, like parted lovers interrupted from a frantic kiss, Sri and mom hugged each other tightly as he smooched her lips.

‘Oh my god.’ It was so erotic. There I was standing, watching my husband kissing my own mom, on her lips as he kneaded her huge breasts right in front of my eyes.

“I love you.” Mom said to him as they parted after a long kiss.

“You too,” she came to me and hugged me and kissed me on the cheeks.

“You smell differently.” She said to me.

“It’s the milk, mom.” I said. “Where are the babies?”

“In your room.”

And I walked away with Sri along, thankful that mom didn’t find my secret as I had found out hers.

I explained what had happened in the kitchen to Preethi as we both breast fed our babies in my room.

“That means, are you going to arrange a first night for your mom and Sri?” she asked.

“Well, yes. What do you think?”

“After what we both have been, like sluts to be frank, I don’t think even a slightest bit of that is wrong.” She giggled.

“What about babies?” she asked. “I mean, will she have babies again?”

“I don’t know. She is still in her forties. I think she can have a baby still.”

“Hmm… it feels so kinky to imagine your mom, having a baby again and breastfeeding it sitting along with us.” Yes, indeed. It was so kinky when I thought of it too.

Two weeks later, I asked mom and dad to accompany us to home and stay with us for a while.

We named my baby boy to be Rahul and Preethi’s baby to be Vinodhini.

One day, when I was alone with dad, I asked him, “Is it okay, if mom wants to have sex with somebody else now, dad?”

“Hmmm… thinking about it, after having sex with my own daughter, I don’t think I can say no, if she wants to have sex with somebody else. I have to agree. Besides, it’s been long since she had fun; more than 20 years that is.” He said with a smile.

“Why? Does she really want to have sex with someone?” dad asked, then.

I explained what happened the other day in the kitchen and idea of letting mom having first night with Sri.

Dad didn’t show any regret. She was happy for her. I just let him know that he should pretend as if he doesn’t know any of these.

“So what are you planning to do??” dad asked.

“I’m thinking of a small marriage in the Puja room of our house, with just me and Preethi present. And then a first night.”

“That means, will you be alone that night?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I thought we could do it again. May be like our own first night.”

“Wow… great idea dad. I’ve decided that my next baby should be yours. May be Preethi could have her first night with Karthik too, at the same time. Hmm… that means we need to send Arvind out of the house.” I said to him.

“May be we can send him to your aunt’s house.” Dad said. And dad did call our uncle, who in turn called Arvind to his house on the pretext of discussing some business matters for a couple of days.

Just when I was saying this plan to Preethi, her younger sister Sowmya, walked in. We stopped our talk abruptly. She noticed that too. “Boy, she is shrewd.” I whispered to Preethi.

“So what are my both sisters up to?” she asked grinning.

“Nothing a young girl like you should know.” I said and Preethi giggled hearing that.

“Come On, Akka, I’m 18. I’m a grown up girl.”

“Hmmm… no… we cant measure you like that.”

“Then how??” Sowmya asked.

“If you are old enough for this talk, you should be able to turn the men’s eyes on you where ever you go. Guys should think about your body, dream about you. And to be frank, you should be able to make some cock rock hard.”

“Is that all??” she asked as thought it wasn’t a feat.

“Yes. Why?” Preethi said.

“I can make even older guys very horny.” Sowmya said.

“Is it? Whom have you made horny?” I asked.

“I’m not going to say that to you.” She quipped.

“Come on little sis. Say it.” Preethi coaxed her.

She thought for a moment and said, “Okay, I’ll say, but that should be between us.” She said. We nodded.

“I’ve seen dad getting hard, after looking at me. Isn’t that something?” she asked. ‘Wow… uncle was on to his daughter. Men!!…’ I thought, ‘are the same everywhere.’

“Well, you are good, then. But it isn’t enough. Anyone can make a guy like your dad hard. The point is can you make it last till he finishes if he fucks you.” I was putting a hook.

“You mean dad?”

“Yes. If you manage to keep him hard till he finishes fucking you, then I’ll agree you are good. Then we’ll say our secrets.” I said. Preethi seconded that.

“Well, but how can I get to dad? Mom is always with him even though dad has eyes on me.” She said.

“Tomorrow, Arvind will be at your place. Just distract mom and send your mom and Arvind out together. Then you’ll have dad all to yourself.” We gave an idea.

“Cool. Thanks akka. Both of you.” She said.

Everything was just going well now. The next thing to do was mom’s marriage.

The next day Arvind left for uncle’s place. Dad went out on the pretext that he wanted to see some old friend of his, and he’ll be back late.

So I asked Sri to get ready and be in the puja room. Mom was very nervous about this, particularly after seeing Preethi with me. More, she was feeling very shy like a bride. I said Preethi knows everything and it was okay. She was here to help us.

Preethi helped me to prepare mom to be the bride. She was angelic, slim yet, with busty breasts, thighs and asses. I think that’s what got Sri by balls. One moment, mom was like a horny slut waiting to be fucked and in the other, she was like a shy housewife.

We brought her to the puja room and Sri was there waiting like a groom. It was ironic and kinky, letting my husband marrying my mom in front of his sister.

“Undo your thaali, ma.” I said to mom.

“Have you got a new one?” she asked as she undid the three knots off her thaali.

“No.” I said. Then, I got it from her, gave it to Sri and asked him to tie it around her waist.

“What?” he asked, having stunned. He didn’t see that coming.

“That’s what Arvind did to me.” I whispered to Sri.

“You’ve been one naughty girl. You never said that to me, the part about your brother…” he was a bit shocked.

“Well, you know now.” I said giggling.

“I love you.” Sri said to me, smiling back.

“Okay now tie the thaali around her waist. The neck belongs to her husband. The cunt belongs to you.” The same words Arvind had said to me, years back.

Along with me, Preethi blessed the couple with flowers. They even knelt by our feet for our blessings.

“Okay, you go to our room. We’ll bring mom soon.” I said to Sri and he was gone.

“I didn’t expect that. Tying the thaali around the waist was so exciting.” Mom was saying.

“I know that.” I laughed. It felt the same for me too.

Then we guided her with a plate of fruits and milk into my bedroom. Sri was sitting on the bed. The lights were on.

“I’m very nervous about doing this.” Mom was saying.

“Both of you can stay for some time, may be till she gets comfortable.” Sri said.

“No, this is not how first night is supposed to be, we can’t stay.” I said looking at Preethi. We weren’t expecting that. We had our own first nights to spend.

“Please Anju, just for a few minutes.” Mom said. I could feel her being very nervous. “It has been a long time.”

“Okay.” We both had to postpone our thing.

“Shall I switch off the light?” Sri asked.

“No. let it be.” Mom said.

“Help aunty undress…” Sri said.

“Yes, please. Help me.” Mom said to us.

It was we who prepared her for her first night. But we didn’t expect to actually undress her and guide mom to have sex with Sri.

And we did. We removed mom’s silk saree and undressed her. Preethi helped mom unhook her blouse, and I undid mom’s bra. Mom was standing half naked now, in her first-night room with her son-in-law, with her daughter undressing her for her first night.

Preethi knelt down undid the knots of mom’s petticoat. “Step out of it, Aunty.” She was saying.

I held my hands along the sides of mom’s panties and pulled it along the thighs to her ankles and helping her out as she held my shoulders for support, revealing her mushy, hairy cunt.

‘Woww..’ I exclaimed to myself. Mom was standing buck naked in the room. I don’t remember seeing mom’s cunt or clotheless and fully naked, for that matter.

Sri had undressed himself now. We both held mom’s hand and guided her to the bed. He mounted on top of her and spread her legs on both sides.

No wonder Sri’s cock was rock hard and rocking. I myself felt horny at doing this. Preethi too should have felt that. She let out a moan as he went inside her. That’s all I could stand.

“Okay you both, take care of your self. Sri, take care of mom, don’t hurt her.” I said and he was grinning.

I pulled Preeti out holding her hand tightly. We both rushed out of the door. The moment we came out Preethi was gasping. I was so horny that I hugged Preethi and gave a deep kiss in her mouth.”Oh my god. I’m fucking horny. Will you lead me to my night too??” she said holding my palm. Hers was sweaty.

I led her to Karthik’s room and teased her, whether she wanted me to wait too as we did for mom.

“Have a nice time you both. Karthik, knock her with your baby.” I said and walked fast to my room. I can’t wait. “What was that all about? I could hear Karthik asking her. The voice faded as I reached my room.


Dad was waiting. I ran to him and hugged him tight. “Oh my god! Dad, I’m feeling horny like anything. I love you. Fuck your daughter like a bitch. Make me pregnant tonight.” I said as I kissed him deep.

“Yes, yes… sure, I will, Anju darling” dad said as he pulled my saree off my shoulders. I had forgotten that I had pinned it on the blouse. The pin ripped and tore my saree along with the blouse as dad pulled it.

“Forget it.” I said as I stood wearing only my inners. As usual, my blouse was getting wet with milk.

“Oh no… I hate this.” I said looking at the wet spot around the nipple on my blouse.

“Oh, I love this…” dad said. “Feel my cock.” He said placing my hand over the fly of his pants.

“Hmmm… yesss” I could feel it thickening.

Just then he violently scooped me up while I was still in my blouse and petticoat and laid me on his bed. Then rolling my petticoat halfway up towards my hips, he spread my legs wide on both sides. He frantically nosedived into my petticoat between my folded legs and holding my petticoat covered ass cheeks with his hand.

I could feel his hot breath on my panties as his chin grazed over my soft inner thighs. His two day old stubble brushed along my thighs giving me a sensation of feelings. He brought my legs together with his head still between my legs and I tightened my grip of my legs around his head.

His hair created waves on my pubes and he nuzzled his head onto my panty-covered cunt, along the slit of my love hole.

The panties were steaming hot and smelly with sex as they were wet with my cunt juices. He licked my panties and wetted them more with his tongue. I squealed and moaned as he did that.

“Oh my god! I love you. I love you… I love you very much, dad.” I was moaning.

Without removing my panties he inserted his hand inside over my ass and splitting my ass cheeks inserted a finger into my asshole.

“Oh my god!” a tingle of sensation went along my spine and I bucked up and down as he did that.

“Dad, you are amazing.” I said to him.

Then taking his head out of my petticoat he rolled it up fully to my hips. He knelt very close to me, and pushed me backwards. Having the weight of my back on his thighs, he made me lift my hips up into the air.

I was contorting myself in an awkward position where my head and half of my back was on the bed, but my lower back and hips were above the bed resting on his kneeling thighs, with both my legs clinging on to either side of his hips.

I clasped my legs on to his back as he moved further constricting me into that awkward tight-fuck position.

Dad didn’t wait to unhook my blouse; he just put his hand inside in the front and ripped it open. The hooks flew all around the room and the blouse tore off.

“Dad… Dad.. Oh my god!” I was so excited that I couldn’t find words to say how I felt now. I was finding his violent moves so horny.

With half my ripped blouse still on my shoulder, he placed both his hands on my bra and holding my nipples in the middle of the wet spots and started twisting them painfully. He squeezed them and played with them without any resilience.

He inserted his hands inside my bra and without removing them cupped the whole of my breasts with his hands and squeezed them softly. I removed my blouse or whatever remained of being a blouse once.

The bra was next to come off my shoulders.

Dad quickly removed his shirt and his pants and he was back in position. Both his cock and my cunt were fighting for release as there were only two layers of fabric between them as dad rubbed his pubes over mine.

With my hips lifted high, with his cock nudging my cunt, with his palms squeezing my breasts, I was into my next level of my sexual sensations.

He squeezed and squeezed softly kneading them and slowly bending towards me, kissed on my cleavage. He licked it softly and moved his trail upwards towards my neck.

He pushed aside my thaali to my back, which of all this time tonight, for one moment reminded me that my husband was fucking my mom in my room, my brother was fucking my sister-in-law in another and here, I was fucking my own dad.

May be we should rename the house as ‘The incest villa’, where each woman in the family serves as concubine to all the men in the family irrespective of our relationships with them.

Dad was now gently kissing around my neck, and with one hand on my breasts and one hand on my panties, he sent me throbbing. It was then I felt, older men are older men; you just can’t beat their experience when it comes to treating women to the best in sex. They know it all. They know it best.

Here I was, submitting myself completely to the moves of my own old man, my dad. Mom should be one lucky woman I thought; still she wants to go for younger men like Sri.

It is when it dawned on me, that no matter how much loyal you may be, to your partner, how much best sex you may have experienced so far, variety has its own payoffs. That is what makes husbands and wives go for sex outside the boundaries of marriage.

The boundaries of marriage aren’t even necessary when you are very loving and caring for your partner and when you have sex with others. It is after all a different enjoyable experience. What is the point in stopping people from having that, in the name of marriage and relationships?

I was lost in my philosophical thoughts, and was brought back to this real world as dad softly nibbled my ears with his lips and sucked them soft.

“Of my God…” It was soooo good.

Then, kissing me on my cheeks, knowingly avoiding my lips he moved away. With both my breasts in full view and his hands played with my mounds, playing tension-ball with them. He squeezed them systematically thereby forcing milk to squirt out of my nipples.

“Dad, I know you are an expert in milking cows in the village.” I said laughingly. And he laughed as well.

“Milk me as you used to milk your favourite cow, dad.” I said to him.

“Oh Yes… sure dear.” He said and changed the way he was holding my breasts. Now, instead of cupping them, he was making a cone out of my breasts and started squeezing from top to bottom gently kneading my nipples and stirring them for more milk secretion.


In a few squeezes, milk came out squirts after squirts, spraying over his hairy chest and flowing down his stomach, wetting both our undergarments, where his body met mine.

After a few minutes he stopped and instead, taking away his hands started sucking milk out of my nipples using his mouth. I could hear the gurgling sound as I would hear from my baby. It made me giggle.

As he emptied each of my pots, I loved the milking of my breasts by a man instead of my baby every time. I don’t remember how many times the men in my family have sucked milk off my breasts so far. Yet, it felt so good and more enjoyable every time.

He then undid the knots of my petticoat that curled around my hips and helped me remove it through my neck. I was now wearing only my panties.

Then moving back, bringing his face close to my cunt, holding the sides of my elastic panties, he pulled them down. But he didn’t pull them all the way down. He didn’t even pull them to my knees. He just pulled them down halfway to my thighs.

“Just leave them there. Don’t remove it.” He was saying.

Then he pushed his face over my hairy cunt, nudging the lips away with his tongue. It felt eternal; the touch of the soft tongue over my soft cunt lips.

He played around my cunt licking the outer lips and suddenly I felt a shudder rip through my body. I didn’t know what was coming. But I felt waves of orgasm ripping through me, one after the other. I didn’t know it. I didn’t see it. I just went into the orgasm, just like that, and I bucked my hips up and down hitting my groin and grinding it over my dad’s face with renewed vigour.

My eyes were closed but I could feel his tongue up along my cunt somewhere, still licking all the way through my first orgasm of the night.

“Oh my God,” I just then realized, that the best men of all, the oldest men of all I fucked till now, had found my clitoris and beyond that, the g-spot.

I was panting hard. I had never felt such an intense orgasm before just by the lick of a tongue; forget the rock hard cock; it was just a tongue, and my dad’s; the most skillful of all.

I couldn’t even realise fully what was happening then. Waves after waves of shuddering and I could feel tears coming off my eyes and flowing along my cheeks. I wasn’t crying. It was just a reflex of the sensation I was prone to, as a result of what dad did to me.

I didn’t even know until my dad showed me tonight that there could be some place as good as this where playing with tongue could just trip me into wildest of my orgasms in life.

I felt so vulnerable to men now, which I hadn’t ever felt before. And dad, of all the four men, knew the exact weakness of a woman. He found my g-spot. No one else did. No wonder I still kept saying to myself, old men are best; dad is best.

Thinking back on time, it was like going one step at a time, now I was in level 5 in a tall skyscraper where I couldn’t see the top most level. Sri, my husband was the one to introduce to this palace of pleasure.

Arvind, my brother, was the one who took me to the first level above ground, who proved sex outside the bedroom can be the most fun of all. Then he took me to the second level, the level of pleasure and pain, into the world of anal sex.

Karthik, my youngest brother, was the one who took it out of the house, made it as kinky as it can be, taking me to the next level of sex in the temple. He made it public in the fourth level, with all those sex in restrooms and theatres.

And now, dad took me further to the wildest of levels so far, with his tongue alone. To think of it, my learning curve so far had been real good. Who said, you couldn’t learn and enjoy so much in the world of sex from your family? I did.

So dad let me relax now for a while bringing me breaths back to normal. He then lifted both my legs up and made me bend them and hold them back close to my breasts, with my feet on his chest.

Moving close to me, with my panties still on my thighs below my knees, he made me keep my legs close to each other. Showing off my cunt between my legs, like holding a new born baby upside down, he spanked me hard on my ass cheeks.

“Mmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaa…” I squealed as his first soft spanks hit my cheeks. He pushed a finger along the line of my cheeks gently feeling the rim of my puckering anus.

“Daddd…” I moaned aloud as I felt his touch. His thumb was examining my asshole while his middle finger was probing my cunt whole. I throbbed again with dual sensations on my anus and cunt.

“So my little girl likes this very much? Do you?” he was asking.

I nodded in between my gasps. My mouth had gone dry by now. With my cunt wide open for entry, he pushed his underwear to his knees and unleashed his weapon. The hot rubbery rod dashed towards my cunt finding its way through the tuft of hair above.

Finding the outer lips of my cunt, he started splitting my cunt lips with his cock and began rubbing his warmth and adding more fire into my already hot and steaming cunt.

It wouldn’t be long before I could satiate my horny feeling, I thought. But it seemed it wasn’t going to happen. Dad was in full command tonight, and he knew when to do what, and when to space his acts.

He kept me longing and then surprising me with new pleasures. So far the night had been unexplainably awesome. He was continuing to rub my cunt with his cock. With every push, every withdrawal, every wiggle, I was moving up to my next orgasm that was building fast.

Then again, pulling out of my cunt, he bent and again gave a full quick lick pushing his tongue deep inside my cunt and tasting my juices. That made me shudder, given the state of throbbing sensation that was building inside me.

He repeated his cock thrust, softly, and slowly but with defining deeper thrusts every time. Once again I could feel his cock stretching my cunt sideways as it plowed through. The juices of my cunt eased the friction of the soft skin of his cock rubbing along the walls of cunt.

With every push he hit it deep, hit it hard and then waited for my little gasp and squeal as if for punctuation.

He then lifted me up, and turned me around making me kneel in doggy position. It had been long since I’ve been fucked in doggy position and never with my panties on my thighs so that I couldn’t spread them apart. That again made me kneel holding my cunt tight together.

It was going to be a tight fuck from my dad.

“Fuck me, dad. Please. Fuck me hard.” I was pleading. He grabbed my hips on my sides with his hands. My cunt lips were dripping and sloppy, awaiting his cock. I felt his hard cock rub along my cunt lips from the back.

I could feel his cock, spreading those lips wide on both sides and his cock tip finding its way into my tight cunt. The round tip was probing the insides of my cunt as it started filling my cunt. Slowly and steadily, I could feel it filling the whole of my cunt, stretching it to the max.

Then he pulled it out and pushed it in. I could then feel the emptiness filling again. ‘Woww.. sex is always a great feeling’ I thought to myself as I closed my eyes enjoying that feeling.

I wanted to moan, squeal and plead as he rammed my cunt faster like a roaring old lion. I felt my thighs going jelly after the constant fucking action. I wondered how old men like dad could hold up their energy so long, that too when fucking young girls like me. May be it is psychological.

He was pushing it hard. It was like a huge guy in those porn movies hitting a relatively small female, fucking so bad as if his cock would end up coming out all the way out of her mouth if he hit her cunt.

I felt the same. Dad was relentless. He was huge and now rammed into me from behind like a piston. It was so wild that I moaned and groaned. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out.

“Dad… please… don’t stop… I’m going to cum… please… don’t stop… fuck me… please… dad… please…” I was begging.

“Stop it… Anju” he said. And he gave a nice slap on my ass that left me with a sting of pain. He gave another slap on the other cheek and repeated it.

“Dad… please…” I was begging.

“Anjuuuuu…” he admonished me louder this time. I’ve heard that one can be in command just by calling the name. And here I just stopped silent as my dad called my name aloud.

I waited. And then, I could feel his tongue licking the small of my back, from my ass cheeks all the way to the top, to my neck and again back to my ass. He was playing with his tongue by writing ‘eights’ on my back and I quivered like a snake.

The next moment his thumb touched the lips of my cunt, I was off with my next orgasm ripping through me like a storm. I bucked my ass, and felt my thighs go fluid like. I couldn’t stand even on my fours on my knees. I was falling face down towards the bed.

But dad wasn’t leaving his grip. He was holding me up with his hands on my hips. The feeling of his cold wet sweaty hands on my hips made me writhe in pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm engulfed me fully.

I felt so bad as if I had lost my dignity losing my throes to a man, finally. Tonight, I had gone through two of my wildest orgasms without much fucking. And my dad hadn’t even cum even once, and his cock was ready like a stallion, having never been slumping even a bit all the night.

I felt weak. I gave myself to him psychologically. I didn’t ask him anymore. I didn’t beg him anymore. I accepted what he was doing. It was a complete submission, no questions asked. If I think of it, he didn’t even force me into anything. He wasn’t even rough. He was gentle in fact. He wasn’t even commanding. But I submitted myself.

I loved him so much. He left me wanting him so much. I was dead tired. The worst tiredness I felt all my life. I didn’t know what was going on. I just felt what was going on. I could feel him holding me on my knees not allowing me to fall. I could feel his hard cock probing my cunt yet again.

I didn’t know when he was going to stop taunting and torturing me sweetly like this. But I didn’t care. I just enjoyed every moment of whatever that came along. I felt like a little helpless virgin. If only dad had made me lose my virginity… I couldn’t even imagine how it would have been.

But now, even with being a mother of two, I was still his sweet little daughter, a little girl feeling as if losing her virginity feeling tired physically and weak mentally as if fucking for the first time in her life.

I couldn’t spread my legs and relax my thighs, for my panties were still holding my thighs together. I tried to pull them down. But dad pulled them up back again just below my inner thighs, leaving little space for him to pump my cunt.

And he did that. He pumped his cock straight into my sloppy cunt. I could feel the sensations of rubbing, and scraping my cunt. I didn’t feel his cock hitting my womb. It didn’t reach that far, yet, it felt so good. It felt as if it was the best fuck I ever had.

With every single pumping action, I could feel my ass hitting his lower abdomen, making a loud slapping sound. He moved his hand away from my hips but moved his hands along the sides of my cold sweaty body till he reached closer to my breasts.

With his thumbs still on my back on either side, using his other four fingers he squeezed both my breasts from back and then rammed his cock inside my cunt.

I was going crazy.

“I’m going to cum, Anju” dad announced, as I was in another heaven moaning to myself as he milked my breasts. The bed was getting soiled and stained with drops of my milk.

“Yes daddy, please fuck me faster. Pour you cum into your daughter’s cunt. Make me pregnant. I want your baby. Please…” I pleaded.

Hearing me speak dirty should have made him more horny. He rammed me like anything from behind and I felt his cum flowing into my cunt.

His cock was splashing and rocking for a long time that I knew he was still loading his cum into me, long enough to plant his seed in my cunt.

“Oh my god! Dad…” I moaned as I reached my orgasm, my third in the night and fell to bed as my hands and thighs couldn’t hold me anymore. I could feel his hot cum, slipping out of my cunt and flowing along my inner thighs.

I felt slutty. And I liked it to the core.

He removed his underwear and then lifting my legs stripped my panties off me. Crushing the wet panties like a cloth ball, he cleaned up the sides of my thighs and then my hairy cunt that was covered with his cum and my juices.

“Dad, I love you.” I said to him softly, as I laid myself on my back. I didn’t have the energy to bring up my voice. All I could do was mouth and whisper. And he understood my every word of what I said and what I hadn’t said.

“Me too… a lot.” Dad smiled, as he moved beside me and holding my breasts, he licked them softly and kissed them.

Just then, I heard a baby crying. No, it wasn’t Rahul, may be it was Vino, Preethi’s Baby. The sound was coming from her room.

“Go help her, Anju” dad said, and I tried to get off to my feet from the bed. I couldn’t. My legs couldn’t hold me in the tiredness. Dad scooped me up and carried me upstairs. We were both naked. As soon as we came out of the room, I felt coldness on my skin. Only then it occurred our hot steamy sex had made our closed room warmer than the temperature outside.

We reached their room and I opened her room, while still in dad’s arms. And I saw Preethi moaning and panting softly, obviously very tired of having been fucked by Karthik. She couldn’t lift herself up and walk to her baby.

She looked back and saw us enter the room naked, as dad had carried me. “Don’t worry, Preethi. Anju will take care of the baby.” Dad said to them. And they continued fucking as I got down from dad’s arms and then took the baby and put her to my breasts.

The little baby girl was asleep again in minutes. “Let’s have a walk in the garden.” Dad said.

And we walked naked into the garden. It was so good to be out walking naked feeling the breeze. We sat down on the lawn and I cuddled to dad. He put his hands around me and patted my naked back putting me to sleep.

The sun shined on me and burned my skin as I woke up. I had been sleeping naked on the lawn all night, with nothing to cover myself. To my dismay, dad had already woken and he wasn’t there beside me.

‘Hmm… I hate this… sneaking naked into my own house.’ I said to myself. But I had a long history on that. Thankfully when I sneaked in, no one saw me. But just as I got into the bath, I bumped into Preethi. She was just coming out.

She giggled as she saw me sneaking in naked. “Whats funny?” I mocked her.

“Hasn’t the night over yet??” she asked.

“You naughty girl! Let me have my bath.” I said and rushed into the bath.

It was funny that all women in the house limped that day as we all had a sore cunt after a great night of fucking.

“I’m really sorry about your dad. I feel guilty of cheating him.” mom was saying at the dining table. Four of us, mom, me, Sri, and Preethi were having our breakfast. Dad and Karthik were missing.

“Come on mom, you didn’t do anything wrong.” I said to her. “Dad wouldn’t say anything if he knows about this. He’ll be happy for you.” I said.

“No, I don’t think so.” Mom still felt sulky.

“Come Vijaya, don’t feel bad. I don’t mind.” I heard dad’s voice at the door.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry Shankar.” Mom cried and ran to dad hugging him.

“It’s okay Vijaya. I know what had happened. After all, it had been long since we had fun like this. Beside, yesterday night, I cheated on you too. Yesterday, I had sex with Anju, while you went to bed with Sri.” Dad said. “I’m sorry too.”

Sri looked at me with his eyes wide open and his jaw dropped hearing that. But then he became normal and mouthed, ‘Wicked girl!’ at me. I grinned and made faces at him. We both laughed.

“It’s okay,” mom said. “I think we both are even then.” Mom smiled.

“So what is this all about??” Karthik entered the room for breakfast as we all settled on to our food.

“Nothing. We were just thinking it has been a long time having fun together as a family.” I said.

“Yes, it is.” Karthik said as he dug into his breakfast. So mom’s secret was confined to just five of us, for now at least.


The End

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