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Brown LustVickram Dutt, or Vick for short, was born in Vancouver, Canada, but his background was Indian. In terms of physique he was tall and muscular, a build he had acquired from all his time spent working out at the gym or at home. With fair brown skin and short black hair, Vick had a handsome face and figure; his dark brown eyes and strong jaw completed the striking portrait. Just last month he had celebrated his nineteenth birthday, and he was currently on his summer break after having completed the first year of university.Life had been great for Vick except for one problem: he was still a virgin. It was a state of constant agitation for him: hormones raged, blood boiled, and his sensual appetite sparked at the smallest glimpse of a pretty girl’s flesh. Because of his Indian background and the strict rules against sex before marriage, Vick was doomed to remaining a virgin for many years to come. Though dating was tolerated in Indian culture, Vick’s mother, Mala, wouldn’t let him date. She was adamant when it came to maintaining tradition, and his father was even more stringent.Yes, Vickram Dutt was still a virgin and he was quite sure that both his sisters were as well. It was a dismal circumstance and the only escape afforded to virgins like Vick was masturbation—which he often practiced.But his days of doing that would soon end….On a warm Friday evening Vickram Dutt lay relaxing on the couch, his feet propped on the armrest, watching television. He lived in a large house with a spacious living room from whose wide glass doors he could see the backyard and the purple sky above. Mala was in the kitchen cooking, and Vick could see her stirring a large iron pot. Every few seconds she would lean down and breathe in the rising fumes.Vick watched a Bollywood music video on the large screen TV; his skin felt hot and the hairs on his arms stood up. He shifted his body in little restless movements as the lead female dancer in the music video, half-naked in her short red skirt and white tank-top, gyrated her hips to the music. Her face was wrapped in desire as she bit her lips, licked her tongue, and moaned while dancing.What amazed Vick was that she closely resembled a younger version his mom.He looked over at his mother in the kitchen cutting vegetables with her back to him. Mala was only 37 years old. She had given birth to Vick’s oldest sister, Lara, when she was only 17 because her parents decided to get her married at a young age. When Vick was born she was only 18, and 19 when she had had Sonia.It was a fact acknowledged (albeit not out loud) by those who met Mrs. Dutt that she was a very beautiful woman who still looked to be in her prime. Vick stared at her tall, voluptuous figure standing with her back to him, dressed in a white silk sari which revealed the light brown skin of her lower back. His eyes were transfixed on that little hint of brown flesh. It was amazing how the material stuck to her body, highlighting her rounded shoulders, the curves of her waist, the dip of her hips, and the contours of her long legs.Mala’s long black hair was tied in ponytail which dropped to her lower back. The sari’s cotton top, also called a choli, ended just below her breasts. Normally it would leave most of Mala’s midriff and back exposed but these were covered by a long white shawl. The sleeves of her choli ended inches above her elbows and left her fair arms exposed.Oh man, thought Vick, that sari’s hugging every part of Mom’s body.Whenever she moved it rustled like silk. In fact, it was so tight that when Vick’s mother turned around he could see the spheres of her breasts standing high and firm on her chest.Mrs. Dutt’s face was kind and timid: she had a high forehead with robust cheeks dappled red from all the work she’d been doing. The most striking feature of Mala’s face was her eyes: their dark brown irises were so clear that it was hard to not feel a thrill passing through your body as she stared at you. These, along with her full pink lips, completed the enchanting portrait.I can’t believe it, thought Vick, now sitting up on the couch with his fingers clenched, I’ve been checking out my own mom!He didn’t want to think about it but it was impossible to resist: Mala was such a beautiful and sultry woman, and her son was a 19 year old virgin with the female body dominating his every thought.Mala turned towards the living room and wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. She smiled warmly and asked her son in Hindi, “What are you looking at?” Mrs. Dutt was very soft-spoken, a quality which added to her feminine mystique.The question caught Vickram off guard. “N-nothing. …what ya cooking?” he asked, shifting on the sofa again.”I thought I told you,” his mother answered in English. “Rice and curry.” Her English was quite fluent with only the slightest accent.”You probably did tell me, Mom,” he replied, “but I’m in university so the only thing that stays in my head is homework-related.”Mala laughed in her sweet voice. Wiping her forehead again, she shook a finger at Vick and said, “Naughty boy!” Mother and son both laughed. “And where are your sisters?””Dunno,” shrugged Vick. “Sonia’s upstairs doing her homework, and Lara—I think she’s still out.”Mrs. Dutt shook her head and muttered, “That girl….”Lara, the oldest of the three siblings, was very untraditional. She preferred to hang out with her friends till late at night, dressed in provocative Western clothes, didn’t listen to Indian music, and chose to speak in English. Lara, thought Vick, also had a superiority complex and whenever her family tried speaking to her she could be quite rude. In personality she was the total opposite of her mother, who was quiet and conservative. Sonia, the youngest c***d, was a mix of both Indian conventions and Western modernity.”Yeah, Mom, what ‘cha you gonna do? Lara’s just a bad k**.””She is not!” replied Mala, standing with her hands on her hips and frowning. “She is just too Canadian.”Vick laughed: that’s a very nice way of putting it, he thought.Mrs. Dutt returned to monitoring the stovetop. Some minutes later she turned around and exclaimed, “Finished!”Reaching behind, Mala pulled out the red scrunchie from her ponytail. She shook her head left and right as her hair came loose—a thick black stream with streaks of silver light glimmering on its surface. After a few shakes of her head Mala’s hair was undone and tumbled down to her hips. In a slow, prolonged motion she ran her hands up either side of her sweat-drenched face and began straightening out her hair.Vick was absolutely stunned as he stared at this gorgeous woman.She’s so damn hot! he thought, his dick hardening. I don’t want to admit it, but I’d just be lying to myself….Vickram’s mother walked over to the living room and stood halfway between the TV and the couch. With a groan of exasperation she took a hold of her shawl and wiped off the sweat from her face. This gesture afforded Vick an unobstructed view of his mother’s upper body: the white choli cut off right under Mala’s tits and exposed her flat brown midriff glistening with sweat. The blouse made it look as if Mala was just wearing a bra since it left so much of her abdomen bare. Just as enticing was how the lower portion of the sari embraced her figure, stressing her lean thighs and long legs.Mom’s so close to me, thought Vick as he stared at her. She’s just a few feet away. I just want to reach out and—But this enchanting vision soon ended as Mrs. Dutt readjusted her sari’s sash to cover her stomach again. Before she could catch Vick ogling her figure he turned his face to the television and pretended to be watching the music video…yet all the while his mother’s body was fixed in his mind’s eye.For the next few minutes Mrs. Dutt plopped down on the couch to her son’s right and they watched TV together. From the corner of his eyes Vickram would sneak glances at her.I can smell Mom, he thought, that hot, sticky scent of feminine sweat.His contemplation was interrupted by the loud footsteps of his sister Sonia running downstairs.”Done with homework,” she said, jumping onto the couch on Vick’s left.Sonia was only 18 years old and ripening. She had a c***dish and innocent air not only to her looks and way of speaking, but also to the sprightly movements of her body. As with his mother, Vick had noticed his sister’s sexuality.Sonia was only 5’3 and on the verge of becoming a beautiful young woman. At the moment she was dressed in a pair of dark blue, low-cut jeans; the waistline was a few inches below her belly-button and revealed her taut, teenage stomach. Unlike her mother’s voluptuous form, Sonia had a thin figure, with a tight waist, lean arms, long legs, and developing breasts, as could be seen from the pert little globes straining against her bright, form-fitting yellow t-shirt.One of Sonia’s most appealing features was her very light brown skin; in fact, it was so light that it verged on a shade of cream.Vick and Sonia were very attached to each other from a young age and throughout high-school he had always protected her from the advances of other boys. It was also a comfort to know that he could tell her things that he couldn’t tell anyone else in the world. Likewise, Sonia would often reveal secrets to her brother that she wouldn’t dare reveal to her own mother or older sister.Sonia sat with her head resting on Vick’s shoulder. Her short black hair, coming down to just below her neck, gave Sonia the appearance of a tomboy and made her look younger than her age. People often mistook her for 15, to her great annoyance.Vick’s arm was wrapped around his sister’s petite shoulders, the fingers of his hand dangling inches above her small left tit. He was very aware of this closeness till the sudden ring of the doorbell startled him.Dad must be home, thought Vick.Mala got up off the couch and walked towards the door. Wide-eyed, Vick watched his mother sway her hips with each step; his stare was focused on the slopes of her buttocks and the tightness of her sari.”What are you looking at, Vickie?” asked Sonia.Damn! thought Vick. She caught me ogling Mom.”N-nothing,” he answered. “Just checking to see if it’s Dad or Lara.”Sonia stared into her brother’s eyes with a sly smile; her chin was propped on his shoulder and her face was very close to his own. Their noses were almost touching as Vick stared down at his sister’s cute face. What drew Vick’s eyes and made his heart race was the fact that Sonia’s bright pink lips were almost touching his.”You were looking at Mom, weren’t you?” asked Sonia. “You were checking out your own Mom.””Th-that’s crazy!” stammered Vickram, trying to think up an excuse. He shifted over on the couch but his sister shifted with him. Fear thrilled through his veins; his heart was knocking in his chest—Vick could hear his mother and father talking in the other room. What if they came in? What if they got caught?”Nope, Vickie,” whispered Sonia. The nails of her right hand lightly stroked her brother’s cheek, causing the hairs on his face to stand up as if charged with electricity. Sonia pressed her body up to Vickram’s: her small breasts flattened against his muscular chest. Vick could feel the little nubs of her nipples poking into him. He looked down to see that Sonia’s yellow t-shirt had ridden up her chest, exposing the rich flesh of her flat stomach.He tried to push her away but she wouldn’t budge. Sonia locked her arms around her brother’s back and smiled. It was a wicked smile, a knowing smile: she had caught him.As she caressed Vick’s face with her right hand her left hand dropped to his crotch. “Don’t lie, Brother. I know you were looking at Mom’s body. I’ve seen you do it before, checking out her ass, her breasts…” Vick shook his head as Sonia kept stroking the tented blue denim with her fingers. “You can’t lie Brother….””I’m not lying!” whispered Vick, attempting to sound stern. “And let go! What if Mom and Dad see us?”Sonia giggled and then stated with a serious face: “Come to my room tonight. I have something to show you.”Her room? Vick asked himself. What the hell was Sonia talking about? She didn’t mean…she couldn’t…right?Sonia unlocked her arms from around Vick’s back and moved to the other end of the couch just as her parents entered the living room. At 6’5, Rishik Dutt was large and menacing: the buttons of his shirt strained to stay on when he puffed out his large chest. With his long black hair combed back, large brown eyes, thick lips, and thicker face, Mr. Dutt gave the impression of a boxing champ instead of the successful real estate agent that he really was. Vick also knew that despite the hard features of his father’s physique many women found him handsome.Dinner started with Mr. Dutt sitting at the head of the table. His wife sat on his right and placed whatever food was requested on his plate. Sonia sat across from her brother at the other end of the table. At first, Vick believed that there’d be some awkwardness between them after his sister’s behaviour this evening. But he was mistaken….”Pass the salt, Big Brother,” asked Sonia without any strain in her voice. Vick’s hand trembled as he grabbed the saltshaker and handed it to his sister. “Thanks, Big Brother,” she replied with a sweet smile.”N-no—” Vick cleared his throat. “No problem, Little Sister.”Dinner was quiet for the most part. No one spoke for the first few minutes till Mr. Dutt’s deep voice cut the silence. “Where’s Lara?” Sonia stared at her brother and then at her mother.”Rishik,” began Mrs. Dutt, “Lara…went out with her friends.”The silver fork hovered inches from Mr. Dutt’s lips. “Did you give her permission to stay out this late?”Mala was silent.”You didn’t, did you?” repeated Mr. Dutt.Mrs. Dutt shook her head and stared down at the table. “No,” she replied, “Lara didn’t ask me.”Sonia and Vick stared at each other: both knew what was coming.The bottom of Mr. Dutt’s large fist thudded on the table, causing the plates and glasses of water to vibrate. “That girl…” he muttered in English, exhaling out loud. “Someone needs to discipline that girl….””Rishik!” started his wife suddenly, “I have told you that my sister Mira is coming over tomorrow night for dinner, haven’t I? And she is bringing her c***dren.”Leave it to Mom to break the tension, thought Vick with a grin.Mr. Dutt looked surprised for a moment and then smiled. “Oh, yes,” he said, “I had forgotten.” He turned to look at his c***dren. “You two behave yourselves tomorrow!”Why does he always look at me when he says that? wondered Vickram.Sonia and her brother both nodded and replied, “Yes, sir.”Vick returned to eating but the sound of a giggle made him look across the table at his sister. Sonia had her palm pressed over her lips. She grinned at her brother, shook her head, and mouthed, “It’s nothing.”Dinner ended at 9:00 and the family stayed up watching the news. The living room was silent except for the noises of the television. Mr. Dutt, tapping his bare foot on the carpet, was waiting for Lara to come home. Vick was sitting on the smaller couch with Sonia, the two of them trying their best not to make eye-contact with their father.He’s scarier when he doesn’t speak, thought Vick.At 10:00 pm, without saying a word, Mr. Dutt shut off the TV, got off the couch, and walked up to his room. Mrs. Dutt got off the couch as well, looked at her c***dren, sighed, and then followed her husband upstairs.”I guess that’s our cue to go to bed as well,” said Vickram. He pondered with a grin how much trouble his older sister would be in the following day.Vick was heading to his room, hoping to avoid Sonia, but she rushed up to his side and said, “Remember what I told you.” Following a wink, she bolted up the stairs before her brother could reply.After brushing his teeth Vick decided to go to sleep. It was now 10:30 pm, as the red blink of his bedside digital clock showed.I’m not going to Sonia’s room, he told himself. She’s just messing with me. I mean, what the hell can she want?For the next few minutes two opposing ideas battled inside Vickram’s head: to stay in his room or to go to see his sister.Maybe it’s not what I’m thinking, he reasoned, staring at the ceiling. Maybe Sonia just wants to talk about something. Yeah, it’s probably not what I’m thinking at all.That was the excuse he used to convinced himself. Throwing off the blanket, Vick leapt off the bed, opened the door, and walked out into the hallway.The narrow hallway was completely dark and Vick had to be careful to not bump into any of the furniture. He tiptoed towards Sonia’s room at the end of the hallway, which was connected to his parents’ room. When he reached his sister’s room, he stood wondering whether to go in or not.The hell with it! he told himself as he strode in.”Sonia? Sonia?” he whispered, looking around. Where the heck is she? Maybe she went to the washroom?”Here, Vickie!” a voice whispered from the darkness.Vick’s heart jumped. Where did it come from? he asked himself.”Right here!” came the whisper again. “In the closet!”It was Sonia’s voice; Vick took a deep breath and walked towards its source. There she was, kneeling on the closet floor in her pajamas: a tight-fitting red t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Sonia was smiling up at her brother, and her small, adorable face was glowing from a single beam of light thrusting through a hole in the closet wall. It was a stark effect: most of Sonia’s nubile figure was covered in shadow, except for the single ray of light which came through the hole in the wall and expanded to bathe her face and the top half of her body in gold. Even in the darkness, Sonia’s short black hair stood out against the deep shadows.She grabbed Vickram’s wrist and pulled him down, asking, “What took you so long? They already started.”Vick was about to ask what she meant but Sonia put one hand on the back of his head and gently pushed it towards the hole in the wall.The vision which hit Vick’s eyes electrified him; he almost shouted out in surprise but Sonia pressed up against her brother from behind and clamped her other hand down on his mouth.The little peephole in the wall gave Vick a view into his parents’ room, and there, on the bed, were his mother and father having sex!The view afforded wasn’t the best: Vick could see his parents’ bed, with the back of his father’s head pointing towards him. Mr. Dutt lay naked on his back on the red satin covers, his throbbing nine-inch organ standing tall. And there was his mother, more beautiful than Vick ever could have imagined in his fantasies. Mala was kneeling on the bed as her son drank in her figure. Gone were her sari and mild decorum: she was dressed only in black lingerie, and she looked hot!The thin bra straps left most of Mrs. Dutt’s rounded shoulders bare, shoulders which inclined into her long, graceful arms. Vick’s eyes feasted on the prominent cleavage of his mother’s rich breasts squished tightly into their brazier. Then there was his mother’s midriff, so smooth and flat, the muscles of her abdomen so deliciously tight. On her knees, Mrs. Dutt’s sexy, broad thighs were soft and buttery-smooth, a perfect light bronze that contrasted the black of her lace panties.It was those panties, of such intricate design, that hid what her son most desired to see.Less than twenty percent of Mala’s body was covered, leaving her pristine flesh bare. The black lingerie provided a sharp contrast to Mrs. Dutt’s light brown flesh; her long, deep-black hair fell straight down her back.Wrapping Rishik’s huge penis in the slim fingers of her right hand, Mala began to glide them up and down in a slow and practiced rhythm. As she stroked him, the bottom of her hand dropped down to her husband’s hairy crotch and rose all the way to the pink helmet. Vick could see dull strings of translucent pre-cum bubble out of the slit of his dad’s cock and trickle down its length in thin streaks.Mala’s handjob got quicker: her fist began slipping on Rishik’s penis as it was now slick with his juices. She bent forward on her knees so her back was curved.For the first time in Vick’s life he saw sexual desire in his mother’s face: she was concentrating hard, biting down on her luscious pink lip. Mrs. Dutt’s beautiful brown eyes were focused on jacking off her husband’s giant dick, her face just inches away from its mushroom head.As Vick watched the scene unfold he felt Sonia press herself up against him from behind and wrap her slim arms around his broad chest. Her tiny nipples poked into her brother’s back and Vickram could tell that his little sister wasn’t wearing a bra. Sonia’s body-heat radiated through her flimsy clothes and began warming him up. She rubbed her tits up and down and Vick could feel their soft tissue gliding against his muscular back. Soon he felt Sonia bring her lips close to his right ear; her warm, shallow breaths tickled his skin.”Like what you see?” she asked in a soft whisper. Vick nodded. “Wait—there’s a lot more to come.” Then he felt it: Sonia’s wet tongue slowly licked the underside of her brother’s ear, causing him to groan in ecstasy.”H—how long—” Vick was so horny that he couldn’t form a coherent sentence. “How long h—have you been sp—spying?”Sonia’s dripping tongue continued licking the back of her brother’s ear and then rapidly began to flick his earlobe.Oh man, thought Vick, Sonia’s hot body is crushing up against mine and it feels so good. I shouldn’t be having these dirty of thoughts about my baby sister…but what can I do? It really does feel amazing.”I’ve been spying for years now,” answered Vickram’s not-so-innocent little sister in a seductive whisper. Sonia rested her chin on her brother’s right shoulder, her left cheek pressing against his face; her small, delicate hand reached under her brother’s t-shirt and ran over his burning flesh, her smooth palms sliding over his electrified chest hairs. At first, Sonia’s hands were gentle, just skimming Vick’s hard chest, and then she got rough and began groping and squeezing. Every so often Sonia would turn her face to her brother’s ear and lick it like a cat.”Arrrgghhh!” groaned Rishik. “Enough, Mala! Start sucking.” Flicking away the stray hairs from her eyes, Mrs. Dutt bent down and slowly dragged her tongue from the base of her husband’s shaft to its crown. Her wet, pink tongue swept up the strings of precum from his prick until reaching the pink dome; then she began coiling her mouthpiece around it in rapid circles. Holding the thick shaft in the middle, Mala’s tongue lapped at the dripping, gooey head till she parted her full lips and inserted the pulsing pike into her mouth with a sigh.”Oh fuck!” roared Mr. Dutt. His muscular arm extended forth and he placed his large-knuckled hand on the back of his wife’s head, forcing her down further. Vick could see his mother’s pink lips struggle to take down his dad’s monstrous tool; it began sliding deeper and deeper down her throat, causing her red cheeks to flare out.As the cock finally hit the back of Mala’s throat, she moaned her satisfaction. “Mmmmmhhhh!”I can’t believe it, thought Vick, his eyes bulging. Mom has Dad’s nine-inch monster all the way down her throat.Mala was on her knees, her back horizontal and her black, panty-covered ass thrust in the air towards her son. Her nose was buried in the wiry hairs of her husband’s crotch, and except for the little glimpse afforded of the base of Rishik’s shaft, the entire thing was in her mouth. Vick could hear his mother’s laboured breaths forced through her nostrils. She pulled her lips up to the crown and Vick could see his dad’s phallus glistening with his mother’s saliva.Mrs. Dutt sucked her husband’s cock with a passion, driving her face down to his crotch to pull back up to its tip. Then in swift little bobbing motions of her head, Mala began to give her husband a quick blowjob.”Ugggghhhh! Uggghhhhh! Uggghhhh!” Mala groaned deep in her throat as she blew Vick’s father; her other hand was busy groping and massaging Rishik’s large, hairy testicles. Vick loved seeing the concentration on his mother’s face: her eyes were narrowed and stared straight down the length of her husband’s veiny shaft, her pink lips were pursed, her red cheeks were sucked inwards, and her eyebrows were knitted. As she bobbed her head up and down, Mala would often sweep away the hairs from her eyes behind her ear.Mrs. Dutt released her husband’s member from her mouth, causing Vick’s heart to jump: he could see thick rope of translucent cum extending from the tip of his dad’s prick to his mother’s glistening lower lip. There was something the matter with Vick’s breathing; his body felt all hot. All he could do was stare at the string of his father’s thick cum glued to his mother’s pink lips.Oh fuck! thought Vick. Mom…she—she looks like such a slut; such a beautiful slut. I—I can’t believe how gorgeous she looks with that cum on her lips.Mala held the nine-inch monster at its base and began rubbing her right cheek against it; the corners of her lips dragged up and down its hard skin before she sucked it deep into her mouth again.”Fuck!” Mr. Dutt swore, gripping the sides of his wife’s head and pushing it all the way down his crotch. He began thrusting his hips off the bed, driving his penis into Mala’s groaning throat. “Mala—arrrgghhhh—have you given any thought to what I asked? Are you willing to do it?””What are—ahh—they talking about Sonia?” asked Vick.”Just wait and see dear brother,” whispered his sister in her high, girlish voice. Sonia nibbled on her brother’s earlobe before sticking her dripping tongue into his ear and swirling it around. Vickram tilted his head back and groaned, though he was a bit dismayed when Sonia removed her hands from under his t-shirt.But she was far from done. Instead, her right hand snaked under her brother’s shorts to grope his throbbing prick through his underwear.”S—stop. D—don’t. Sonia…y-you shouldn’t.” But Sonia didn’t let up; she kept rubbing Vick’s cock with her flat palm while licking his cheek. She snuggled up against her brother’s back. Vick sighed when he felt the warmth and softness of his sister’s tits against his body. He also noticed that while Sonia had her right hand reaching around his side and rubbing his cock, her other hand was buried deep in her own pants and was busy stroking her pussy.Vick’s little sister mewled as she dug into her cunt, and as her fingers did their magic, Vick could feel the shudders of her body against his own.He pressed his eye to the hole in the wall just in time to see his mother, on her knees once again, reach behind her and undo the bra clasp. She shrugged off the black bra and, holding it for a moment between her index finger and thumb, threw it on the carpet.”Oh fuck!” growled Vick, both at the sight of his mother’s bare tits and the fact that his younger sister was stroking his cock from behind. Mala’s tits were large and scrumptious. There wasn’t much of a droop to them, Vick noted. In fact, they looked very youthful: the light, elastic brown globes hung high on her chest. Their areolas were a darker brown and the small nipples were standing erect.Mrs. Dutt straddled Rishik’s chest, her smooth, buxom legs splayed on either side of his body, naked except for those panties. She bent forward and kissed her husband’s mouth with passion while holding his face; their wet tongues darted out and battled in the air, each mouthpiece licking the other, coiling together, their tips flicking rapidly, both moaning with wanton lust.Then Mala bent forward so her nipples were hanging inches above Rishik’s lips. Rishik’s powerful fingers groped the two squishy spheres and began licking, his wild tongue tracing the areolas before brushing the knotted nipples. This went on for a few seconds till he wrapped his arms around his wife’s naked back and pulled her down hard, causing Mala’s breast to be mashed obscenely against his mouth. Mrs. Dutt’s long, silky black hair was d****d across her back and made her look so beautiful and young.Her husband began sucking in earnest, the large, bronze globe warping around his thick lips as he tried to swallow it.Vick could hear the wet sounds of his dad’s sucking and wondered how the man could breathe with such a large breast squashed against his face like that.”Oooohhhhh Rishik!” moaned Mrs. Dutt, arching her back. “Oohhhhh, yes…suck it….”As Rishik devoured his wife’s tits to a loud and juicy slurping sound, his hands moved down her smooth back to her lace panties. Mala’s ass was tight and full, her son noticed.With his hairy-knuckled hands, Mr. Dutt dug his fingers into the cheeks of his wife’s derriere.”Ahhhhhh! Y-you’re being too rough again—Rishik!” groaned Mala, lifting her chest up into the air and throwing her head back.”I asked you a question,” stated Rishik, groping Mala’s ass with fury, his thick fingers digging into the lace-covered globes. “Yes or no!””Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” shrieked his wife as she thrust out her palms onto the bed-sheets and clasped them tightly in her hands.What the hell are they talking about? Vick wondered. Then again, I don’t really care: all I want is to see Mom have sex.Just then he felt Sonia shudder in orgasm and give a low-pitched cry. She fell forward and rested her face against her brother’s shoulder while he continued to spy. After a moment Vick felt his little sister humping into him from behind, mewling and panting while she stroked her brother’s cock with her right hand. Sonia had her soaking tongue buried in Vick’s right ear, swirling it around inside. She would often bite down on his earlobe and nibble on it.Mala lay back on the bed as her husband crawled up to her; his giant hands grabbed the waistline of her black-lace panties and yanked them down her long, luscious legs before throwing them off to the side.”Oh fuck!” muttered Vickram, pressing his eye harder against the peephole.”What?” whispered Sonia. “What is it?” She was still rubbing her brother’s dripping cock through his pants and licking the underside of his ear.”I can see Mom’s pussy,” Vick answered.”You’re so dirty, Big Brother,” replied Sonia, stroking his underwear-covered cock harder.Thrusting Mala’s knees apart, Rishik dove face-forward between her thighs and started licking: his thick tongue took long sweeps over the glistening folds of his wife’s pussy. Though Vick didn’t have the best view (his mother’s feet were pointed in his direction while her head rested on a pillow near the headboard) he could still see a small black thatch of hair fringing her vagina.Mrs. Dutt clasped the sides of her husband’s head as he ate her out, his powerful tongue jabbing into her dripping slit, flicking at her nub of a clit. Writhing on the bed, Mrs. Dutt’s head was thrown back on the pillow. Vick looked on at his stoic, timid, and loving mother’s face wrapped in lust, her eyes alternately shutting tight to bulge open as her husband’s wild tongue danced in her hot, slippery cunt.Mala bit down on her lower lip; her slim fingers gripped the red satin bed-sheets as she moaned with passion and lust, throwing her head from side to side on the pillow.”Ooohhh yes!” she cried. “Yessssss! More! More!”To Vick’s dismay, and even more to his mother’s, Rishik stopped licking his wife’s pussy. Mala propped herself on her elbows to see what was the matter. Her voice was hoarse. “Wh—why did you stop, dear?”With one finger tracing Mala’s engorged cunt lips, her husband replied, “You haven’t answered my question.”What are they talking about? Vick asked himself in exasperation.Rishik poked his fat index finger into his wife’s soggy cunt and revolved it in a circle: a rapid current passed through Mala’s naked body. But soon Mr. Dutt had stopped all movement and Vick could sense the sexual frustration in his mother. She needed to orgasm.”Fine!” Mrs. Dutt moaned out loud. “I’ll let you fuck my sister!””No fucking way!” Vick hissed through his teeth, hit with a surprise of a lifetime. He turned to Sonia. Half of her face was covered in deep black shadow, but he could see that she was smiling. Together they kneeled in the darkness of the closet, their hungry lips almost touching. Sonia’s tits were cushioned against her brother’s muscular chest, her hand gripping him just under the elbow. She looked so sexy with her short black hair deepened in shadow.”Are they serious?” asked Vick.Sonia placed her soft, warm hand on his face, leant forward, and kissed him lovingly on the lips. “Yes,” she answered. “Dad’s been wanting to screw Mom’s sister for years now.””That’s nasty!” replied Vick, kissing his sister back, his tongue sliding between her smooth pink lips and making contact with her own wet tongue-tip. Of their own volition, Vick’s hands fell to his little sister’s small tits and squeezed them through the fabric.”Ohhhhh Big Brother!” moaned Sonia, arching her back. Vick moved forward to kiss the smooth flesh of his sister’s throat. He continued kissing her till Sonia took a hold of his hands and slid them under her t-shirt.Her body-heat was amazing. Vick began running his palms over her flat stomach, rubbing the warm, firm flesh of her abdomen, feeling it slide like silk through his fingers. Sonia’s breasts were in close reach, but instead of grabbing them Vick’s hands moved behind her and started to stroke her smooth, naked back.At eighteen years old, Sonia had the firm, creamy skin of a teenage girl, and Vick loved the warmth of her naked flesh as he slid hands all over the soft ridges of her back down to her tiny waist.”Mmmmmhhh,” moaned Sonia, propping her chin on her brother’s shoulder. “T-that feels so good, B-big Brother,” she panted out. Sonia lifted her head and looked her brother in the eyes: their lips met and they kissed with fervor.I’m not ready to go all the way with my own sister, thought Vick while slipping his tongue into Sonia’s mouth. No! I can’t, even if she asks for it. This is just my horny side. I love Sonia more than anyone else and we trust each other. This is just our pent up desires acting out.Removing his hands from under Sonia’s shirt, Vick turned his eyes back to the peephole. But Sonia didn’t quit. She snuggled up against her brother from behind and began kissing the back of his neck; her right hand snaked into Vick’s shorts through his underwear and grabbed his hard, naked cock.”Ahhhhhhhh,” hissed Vickram, but didn’t protest.Though in an awkward position, Sonia started stroking Vick’s penis in little jerks. Every time she felt precum bubble up out of the slit of her kaçak iddaa brother’s hardness, her thumb would spread around the sticky liquid on its crown.Her hand feels so amazing, Vick told himself.Even though the tips of Sonia’s fingers didn’t meet as they stroked Vickram’s prick, the thought of his eighteen year old virgin sister giving him a handjob was more than satisfying.Sonia continued jacking off her brother for another minute before removing her fingers from his pants. Vick turned around to see his sister smiling at him; a second later Sonia’s three middle fingers were in her mouth as she began to lick them clean.”Wow,” muttered her brother.Vick’s little sister had her eyes closed; it looked like she was trying to give a blowjob as she shoved the three fingers into her mouth and bobbed her head continuously.”Mmmhhhh! Mmmhhhh! Mhhhhhhh!” Sonia moaned as she thrust her head back and forth, her short black hair bouncing with every movement of her head. Sonia’s digits were now soaked: as she spread apart her three middle fingers, strings of glittering saliva linked one fingertip to the other and that one to another.Vick looked on stunned. How is this possible? he wondered. My own sweet little sister is making me hornier than I’ve ever been.But all further thoughts were halted as Sonia pressed her fingers to her brother’s lips. He licked them up and down in a rapid frenzy while holding onto her wrist. Sonia spread apart her fingers as Vick’s tongue began licking the cleft between each digit. She then shoved all three fingers into her brother’s mouth. With a quick, consuming fervor Vick began to suck on them, all the while holding his baby sister’s small wrist in a vice-like grip. He dipped his head back and forth, his tongue coiling around each finger like he was maddened with lust. Sonia’s face was flushed red, her bright brown eyes half-closed in pleasure as her lower-lip quivered.”Ohhhh Vickie!” she moaned, “I want you! I need you! I want you to fuck me so bad.” Her breaths had turned into heaving gasps.Taking her fingers out of his mouth, Vick replied, “We can’t, Sonia. I love you, but I can’t have sex with you. It’s…too much. We could ruin out lives….” Vick was uncertain as to how much conviction there was in his voice.Sonia shook her head. “Please!” she pleaded with a c***dish frown. “I really need it! I’ve been watching Mom and Dad have sex for years and all I could do was masturbate. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore!”Vick brought her hand to his lips; each saliva-streaked finger gleamed from the lighting thrusting in through the peephole.”I know, Sonia,” he replied, holding her hand to his face as his tongue flicked her palm up and down. “But we can’t. We’re Indian; we can’t have sex before marriage. More importantly, we’re brother and sister.”Sonia buried her face in her hands and started crying. At first Vick just stared at her, unsure of what to do.Maybe, he told himself, this is just one of her ploys to get me to feel sorry for her and beg me for sex.But as Sonia continued crying, Vick wrapped his large right arm around her petite body and hugged her; his left hand ran through her short, tousled hair.Sonia started crying louder, shaking her head. “I love you,” Vick said, and kissed her forehead, “But we can’t have sex.”After a few broken sobs, Sonia stopped crying and stared up into her brother’s eyes: her tear-streaked face made her look so adorable. She sniveled, wiped her nose off on the back of her hand, and then said in her high voice, “Fine. We won’t have sex. But—but can I at least finish…you know…that handjob?” Before Vick could answer no, Sonia cut him off. “You don’t have to even face me but can look into the hole at Mom and Dad.””Fine,” he replied in a low, weary voice. Sonia’s small face lit up.Vick stood up to undo his shorts; his bulging crotch was at level with his sister’s face. Dropping his shorts and underwear, Vick’s eight inch cock sprang free. It was already streaked with precum and the head glinted in the ray of light thrusting in from the peephole.”Oh wow!” whispered Sonia with a lick of her lips. “It’s so big! Almost as big as Dad’s.” She leaned forward to examine her brother’s prick; as she did so her warm breath caused it to twitch and hit her nose. Sonia giggled and reached out a timid hand, wrapping her thin fingers around the middle of her brother’s dark brown shaft.”It looks so much more beautiful than Dad’s,” she said with amazement.”Really?” groaned Vickram as his cute baby sister started giving him a handjob, her soft palm moving with slow, languid strokes over his hot, hard flesh.”Yeah,” she replied, staring at the object of her desire, “It’s so much smoother.”As her mother had done just minutes before, Sonia flicked aside the black hairs from her eyes and began to jack Vick off quick and hard. Her fist slid back and forth over her brother’s shaft with all the speed she could muster. Vick gasped at the hot friction of his sister’s handjob, feeling the pleasure thrill to his testicles.Sonia used her whole arm to stroke his cock, extending it back and forth.”So good!” moaned Vick, slumping against the wall with his back arched. “That feels so good!”He drank in the sight of his hot little Indian sister kneeling on the floor in her red t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Her lustful, hungry eyes were focused on making her brother cum, and Vick, amazed by the sight, resisted the urge to grab her head and drive his eight-inches down his own sister’s throat.”W-wait S-Sonia…I want to see what M-mom and D-dad are up to….”Vick knelt down and pressed his eye to the peephole once again. Sonia stepped up behind her brother and pressed her small breasts into his back. Reaching around the side, she grabbed hold of Vick’s phallus with her right hand and began to stroke it. At first the stroking was slow and gentle, her soft hand traveling from the bottom of her brother’s organ to its head. Then Sonia sped up: she held Vick’s shaft by the middle and gave it short, furious strokes.”How does it feel, Vikkie?” she asked, her voice a low-pitched seductive whisper. Sonia’s voice then became hoarse, like she couldn’t control her lust anymore. “Ahhhh—How does it feel having your little virgin sister jacking you off? Do you like it? Does it feel hot? Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to fuck your little virgin sister?”Vick was about to answer no but Sonia jammed her juicy tongue down his ear, forcing him to groan out, “Ohhhhh yes!”Once more Vick looked through the hole to see his dad lying on his back as his mother rode his fat prick.As Mrs. Dutt’s slender body bounced up and down on her husband’s cock, her large breasts heaved through the air. By now Mala’s entire figure was drenched with sweat which rode down her neck, tits, stomach, and thighs. Little beads of perspiration covered her face and strands of black hair were plastered to her forehead and cheeks in a most sensual way.As Mala lifted herself up, Vick could see his father’s fat, nine-inch prick curve into her cunt. For the first time in his life, Vickram got a glimpse of his mother’s vagina—his entrance to this world—wide open and dripping with her sweet honey and bordered by her black thatch.”Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!” moaned Vick’s mother, arching her back and gripping the red satin bed-sheets. Mrs. Dutt’s face was in repressed ecstasy: her teeth were clamped tight and her eyes were pressed shut. “Fuck! Rishik! Fuck!” she yelled.Mom gets mad at me all the time for swearing but here she is putting me to shame, thought Vickram. But somehow all that swearing makes Mom seem even hotter and dirtier.Mr. Dutt’s powerful hands reached out and groped his wife’s heaving tits. He squeezed them hard, almost painfully, so that the tender flesh compressed in his hands and the nipples jutted out from between his fingers. The contrast between the dark brown of Rishik’s hands to Mala’s light bronze flesh was stunning.Sonia stopped stroking Vick; her right hand dropped lower and began to massage his balls. At first she was gentle, rolling Vick’s testicles between her fingers. Then she became rougher, squeezing harder, digging her fingers into his sensitive flesh.”Fuck Sis!” groaned Vick, tilting his head back.”How does that feel?” whispered Sonia kissing the back of his neck. “Good, Big Brother? Is what Little Sister doing feel good?””Yesss!” he hissed through clenched teeth.Sonia started to stroke his eight inches again, her small hand gliding up and down the hard, precum-lathered phallus with ease.”Ooohhhhh Rishik! Harder! HARDER!” shrieked Mrs. Dutt, riding her husband’s cock in a frenzy, her sweat-ridden body jerking up and down, her large, round tits swinging through the air, her jet-black hair rippling with each jolt of her frame.Mr. Dutt’s hands latched onto his wife’s round buttocks; he squeezed them without mercy till the two tight cheeks began to turn red.This set off Mala as she shuddered in orgasm. A visible tremor passed from her pussy and parted thighs, swelling up her toned stomach, firm tits, and all the way to her face, whose soft lines bent into a look of pure orgasmic bliss.”Ahhhhhhhhhh! Cu—cumming!” Mala screamed in Hindi. She threw back her head of lustrous black hair as her hands reached up to grasp the sides of her face.Still straddling her husband’s hips, Mrs. Dutt kept shaking and twitching from the after-affects of her orgasm. Her long black hairs were plastered to her full cheeks; her flushed brown body was soaked with sweat, and she was breathing hard through her mouth.Mom looks so used, Vick said to himself as he licked his lips, almost like a slut.A few seconds passed by. Mr. Dutt waited until his wife had recovered before he began thrusting into her again. Soon he climaxed with a deep, primal groan and sent his sperm shooting up into Mala’s dripping pussy.”C-can’t believe it,” Vick choked out, his eye still glued to the hole in the closet’s wall. “Mom ju-just came.””So you do have a thing for Mom, huh?” Sonia whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. You’d fuck her wouldn’t you? You’d fuck your own mom?” He didn’t answer but they both knew the truth.Sonia, the starved eighteen year old Indian virgin, decided that she was going to make her own brother shoot his load into her palm.”Come on, Vikkie! I want to feel you spurt your cum into my hand.”Her hand glided over the dark brown length of his manhood, the hard, precum-slicked flesh throbbing in her palm. Following a few quick and savage strokes, Vick panted out in orgasm. The white-hot cum boiled in his balls, flooded through the length of his shaft, and began spurting like mad into Sonia’s small hand.”Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Vick grunted with each gush of cum, rocking his head back and forth. His hand grasped the closet wall for support as he orgasmed.Following the last spasms of his orgasm, Vick turned around and plopped down on the closet floor with his shorts still binding his ankles together. Sonia knelt in front of him and examined her cum-covered fingers, holding her right hand inches from her face. Her eyes were wide and curious as they inspected the thick ropes of her brother’s translucent semen traveling from one finger to the next.”It…feels so warm and sticky,” she remarked. Globs of thick spunk dripped down her palm and on to her wrist. Sonia leant forward and breathed in the scent. What happened next stunned Vickram. Sonia’s tongue licked up her wrist and, like a cat, she began lapping at the pool of cum on her palm. She then started rubbing her hand savagely all over her face and mouth while moaning out loud.”Mmmmmhhh…so sweet, so thick and sticky, so warm…” gasped Vick’s younger sister between each lick. “Oh, brother, your cum tastes so nice….”When Sonia had finished drinking up her brother’s semen, she looked up at Vick and smiled. Her pink lips, the sides of her mouth, and her chin were all smeared with her own brother’s transparent spunk. There was a moment of complete silence as Vickram stared at his darling sister kneeling in the dark little closet, dressed in her bright red t-shirt and gray sweatpants, her short black hair framing her cute, cum-smeared face.Sonia’s brown eyes dropped to her brother’s softening prick. The cock, moist with his seed, was still hard and pointing upwards. Sonia crawled forward on her knees and bent her face down till her lips were right in front of Vick’s slimy prick.”St—stop!” Vickram protested in a low voice. But it was too late. Sonia, her palms flattened on the cold floor, snaked her pink tongue out and licked the head of her brother’s penis once. She gathered up the white seed on her tongue, swirled it around against the roof of her mouth, savoring the thick, tangy taste before swallowing it.That single lick of her tongue sent a violent current up Vick’s body; he shuddered like he had just been hit by a blast of cold air.”It’s tastier coming from the source,” remarked his sister after smacking her lips.Jumping to his feet, Vickram pulled his black shorts up and said, “You shouldn’t have done that. This whole thing was a mistake, Sonia. You shouldn’t have told me to come to your room.”Sonia stood up and placed her hands on her brother’s shoulders, looking up into his face with an innocent smile. Vick felt awkward standing so close to her in this dark little closet after what they had just been through.”It wasn’t a mistake, Brother. I know you liked it too: I can tell from the way you kept groaning and swearing. Come on, tell the truth.””You’re crazy, you know that?” Vickram answered with a shake of his head. “It’s not about feeling good or bad. This was i****t, Sonia; something forbidden in all cultures. And did you forget we’re Indian and are supposed to stick to tradition?””Screw tradition,” replied his little sister. “That’s why we’re so damn horny all the time, because our culture says no to that stuff before marriage. What are we supposed to do, masturbate all the time? Personally, I think the taboo makes it even hotter.”Sonia wrapped her arms around Vick’s neck and pulled him down by surprise. Their lips met in an open-mouthed kiss, Sonia’s wet pink lips mashing against Vickram’s as they continuing kissing for half a minute.”You’re a bad liar you know?” said Sonia, letting go of her brother’s neck. “I know you liked it.”Vick couldn’t help but laugh. “Here I thought you were little Miss Innocent.”Stroking his arm, Sonia asked, “Why? Do innocent little virgins turn you on?””No more of this tonight,” Vick answered, disregarding the question. “We should both go to sleep.”Sonia frowned, but she didn’t look like she was at all upset.She’ll probably be trying harder to seduce me from now on, thought Vick, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to resist. Face it, he told himself as he walked out of Sonia’s room, it took all my courage to hold back from screwing my own sister. What will I do if she comes onto me again? Will I be able to resist? And what about Mom? She looked so damn hot that I—I can’t believe I’m admitting this—I would have fucked her if I had the chance.As Vick groped through the dark hallway he walked past Lara’s room. She’s still not home, he realized. That means Dad’s gonna be furious tomorrow.At last he made it back to his bedroom. Throwing himself down on the soft mattress, Vick turned over on his back and stared at the blank ceiling.”Things are going to be getting very interesting from now on,” he said out loud.*The Saturday morning sun’s bright rays pushed through the thin white curtains and struck Vickram Dutt’s eyes. He squeezed his eyelids tighter and turned over in his bed, throwing aside the white blanket because of the heat.Vick had only gotten a few hours of sleep. All night, dreams had come unbidden into his exhausted mind. But they were not dreams he wanted to have, dreams over which he had no control. They were erotic dreams.First he dreamt of his sister Sonia and himself engaged in forbidden acts of i****t, then there was another dream where he was with his mother, and then there was the one following where he was with both his mother and sister….A few minutes passed by as Vick tried to fall back asleep in vain. However, knowing that if he didn’t wake soon his father would yell at him, Vick decided to get up. He brushed and then went out into the hall. As he walked past his older sister’s room he saw that the door was closed.”Lara’s still sleeping,” he said with a shake of his head. Yep, she probably came home past 2:00 last night after partying and drinking. Dad’s gonna be angry and give her a good tongue-lashing.”Well,” he said going down the stairs, “I can only hope….”Walking into the dining-room he saw his parents and younger sister already sitting down to breakfast.”You’re late,” said Rishik, grimacing at his son.”Y-yeah,” Vick replied, “I didn’t get much sleep last night.” He turned his gaze away from his father and his eyes landed on Sonia: she smiled at him.”What’s the matter, Big Brother?” asked Sonia with a grin, stirring her bowl of cereal with a spoon. “Did you have bad dreams? Is that why you couldn’t get to sleep?”Vickram chose not to answer her as he took a seat.That punk! he thought, for an 18 year old soon to be graduating high-school, Sonia sure can act like a little brat.”Aren’t you going to have breakfast, Son?” asked Mrs. Dutt, looking at Vickram from the other end of the table as she poured more tea into Rishik’s cup.”I don’t feel like it,” Vick replied, resting his forehead on the tabletop. He was trying his best to not meet Mala or Sonia’s stares, fearing that he would give away his mounting lust for them.Just great, he thought, how can I get through the day after last night? I’ll be imagining Mom and Sis naked every time I see them.Mala pushed her chair back and stood up. She walked into the kitchen, opened a few cabinets and drawers, and soon came back into the dining room.Placing a steaming mug before her son, she said in English, her words marked with a slight accent, “Drink some tea, Vickram, dear. It will make you feel better.” Vickram raised his head and looked up at his beautiful mother. She smiled at him and bent down to kiss him on the forehead.”Okay,” Vick replied, watching his mother walk back to her chair.His eyes zeroed in on his mother’s tasteful nightie. The black, silky material underscored Mala’s full figure, especially her trim waist and the two tight cheeks of her ass which swayed with her steps. When Mala took her seat, Vickram could see his mother’s deep cleavage, the luscious cleft between her large breasts exposed by the low neckline of the nightie.That familiar burning sensation welled up inside of Vickram’s chest.This is wrong, he told himself. I shouldn’t be checking her out. She’s my mom!But visions of the previous night assaulted his brain. He saw his naked mother sucking his father’s fat prick, getting her pussy eaten while she moaned and groaned, and finally riding Rishik’s cock till she came with a scream. Vickram also remembered with disgust how he had wished he could have been in his father’s place fucking his own mother. Then there had been the startling discovery of his father’s perverted desire to have sex with his Mom’s sister.Sonia cleared her throat, causing her brother to jump in his chair.”What’s wrong?” she whispered with a grin. “Were you checking out Mom again?”Vick pressed a finger to his lips and leaned towards his sister. “Shhhhh! What if Mom and Dad heard you?””Well?” pursued Sonia with a devious smile.”Of course not!” replied Vick. He was getting angry at his sister’s constant teasing. “Why don’t you grow up, Sonia? Start acting like your actually 18!””Yeah right,” she laughed. “If I want to act like a k** then I will! After all, I am your baby sister.” She pouted her lips.Vickram shook his head and took a sip of his tea.”You may be my baby sister ’cause you’re younger, but that doesn’t mean you have to behave like an actual baby.”Sonia smiled in her usual adorable manner. “Yes I do, Big Brother! I’ll always be a k**!”Vick couldn’t help it; he laughed out loud. “I can’t believe you’re only one year younger than me. It’s hard to imagine you at 40, Sis. Tell me, will you still act like a baby?””Yep,” she answered at once, “Always: Sonia, the 40 year old baby.” She started giggling.Taking another sip from his steaming mug, Vickram said, “You’ll be 19 next year when you start university, the same as me right now. Soon you’ll have to mature whether you like it or not.””Well then I don’t like it,” Sonia replied with a frown.Some minutes passed by as the family continued eating without conversation. Then Mala spoke up. “Rishik, when are you going to get the air conditioner fixed? It’s getting to be a very hot summer and the k**s—””The k**s can go for a swim if they want to cool down,” her husband cut her off.”But,” Mala persisted, “my sister is coming over to stay with Vinod and Rani for the weekend: what will her k**s do?”Mr. Dutt put the newspaper down on the table. “If Mira—and the c***dren, of course—feels like it, she can go for a swim. Maybe I’ll go a swim too, since it’s so hot today.” Rishik’s thick face wrapped into a grin, causing his wife to blush and look down at her hands.Vick couldn’t believe his father: he deliberately wasn’t fixing the air conditioner just so he could have a chance of seducing his sister-in-law.That’s shrewd, thought Vickram with a shake of his head, almost diabolical. But will Dad really be able to seduce Aunty Mira?Vick thought about his uncle, Rohit Lall, who had passed away fifteen years ago, and how his Aunt had stayed a widow all those years.Wouldn’t she get lonely? he wondered. She doesn’t have anyone to satisfy her sexual desires and she can’t date since she’s a traditional Indian woman. But how can she handle not having a lover for all those years?An hour and a half later the family sat in the living room watching television. The house was sweltering. It was one of those humid, airless summer days. The windows were all thrown wide open but the Dutts were lucky if a random breeze would blow through them.”Damn this heat….” Vickram muttered, wiping his sweaty face off on his shoulder.Sonia had changed into a bright yellow t-shirt which ended halfway down her chest and left most of her stomach exposed, its rim stretched taut some inches above her bellybutton. The t-shirt hugged so firmly against Sonia’s curves that Vick was amazed to see his sister’s pert breasts rise and fall with each little breath she took. With the t-shirt Sonia wore a very small pair of tan shorts that left her brown thighs bare from the middle down.More than once Vickram had attempted to capture secret glances of his baby sister. His eyes kept wandering to the border where Sonia’s short-shorts ended midway down her thighs and her naked legs began.Mom’s thighs are broader, he noted, but Sister’s are nice and lean.Vickram shook his head rapidly like a wet dog, realizing the dirty thoughts that had entered his mind.But his eyes traveled further up his sister’s body and stopped at her narrow stomach. The zippered shorts were dangerously low-cut, the top rim circling Sonia’s waist just above her pelvic bone.He stared with lust at the tautness of his sister’s abdomen; it was so smooth, firm and flat. Because the t-shirt ended just a few inches below Sonia’s breasts, much of her light brown stomach was visible to her brother’s sight. Vick’s gaze traveled higher to the pert globes pushing against the yellow cotton. Sonia’s breasts were small yet perfectly round, made the more delicious since the t-shirt was such a snug fit against her slender body.Though Sonia was short and not as full-figured as her mother, Vick loved his sister’s slim figure. There was something so attractive about her tomboyishness and innocence that made up for her lack of large breasts or overtly sexual curves.The thudding of feet sounded on the stairs. Vick and Sonia turned to see their older sister Lara come waltzing down. Without so much as a word or a look towards her family, Lara walked past them towards the kitchen.She was stopped dead in her tracks by her father’s exclamation. “Lara!” he said, leaning forward on the cushioned armchair.Lara huffed in exasperation. Without turning to face her father she replied, “Yeah?””Turn around,” Rishik ordered.Lara spun around on her heel: father and daughter locked eyes. Though Vick was often fearful of his father and blamed him for favoritism towards Sonia, he disliked his older sister so much that he wished she would pay for her late-night revels and other selfish behaviour.Look at her face, Vick said to himself, shaking with rage as he saw the contemptuous glance Lara directed towards her father. The bitch looks like she owns the world.”Come here,” ordered Rishik. Lara rolled her eyes in irritation. “Now!”She walked into the living room and stood in front of her father. Mala looked at her husband with pleading eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t do anything drastic.Lara was dressed in a flimsy dark red slip, its thin shoulder-straps leaving her upper-back and shoulders bare.Fuck, thought Vick, the material is almost see-through! He strained to make out his sister’s naked body inside her delicate nightwear, but it proved to be a vain endeavor.Silken waves of black hair with dark-brown highlights tumbled half-way down Lara’s back. The hemline of the dark red slip cut off around the middle of her full, supple thighs and provided an alluring contrast to her fair brown skin.She looks like a total slut, Vickram pondered, his eyes roving over his older sister’s body. How can she dress like that in front of her own family? I bet lots of guys have dreamed about getting into her panties, sinking their cocks into her tight pussy, fucking her hard…me included.It’s not fair! he moaned, why does such a stuck-up bitch have to look so damn hot?From where Vick was sitting he could see the smooth muscles of Lara’s uncovered back against the deep crimson of her slip. His eyes traveled down to the mounds of her ass, so firm and round, to her long, foxy legs, which looked so sleek in the morning light streaming in from the windows.Vickram’s concentration was broken by his father’s voice.”Where were you last night?” asked Mr. Dutt in Hindi.Lara shrugged and answered in English, “What’s it to you?”She had a longish face with a straight nose, bright lips of a natural pink glister, and thin cheeks which inclined into a narrow chin. Her thick waves of black-brown hair flowed down the sides of her head, and though her face was sharp-featured it was very attractive, unless it was set in its usual scowl or sneer.”You’ll show some damn respect!” Mr. Dutt roared, half-lifting himself off the armchair. His face was twisted with fury.Lara stood with her arms folded. “I was out with my friends. Happy?”She turned to walk away but her father said, “Stay!” Lara grunted and turned around. “Doing what?””Partying,” she replied.”And drinking?”She stared at the floor.”And drinking?” repeated Rishik.”A little,” replied his daughter. Though Lara’s face was averted from her father’s, it appeared that she was more annoyed than scared of him.”What time did you get home last night?” asked Mr. Dutt.Vickram glanced at Sonia next to him: both were now sitting up on the couch, legs folded, watching the show with great pleasure. Vick leaned towards his sister and whispered as quietly as he could, “I hope she gets it.” Sonia began snickering into her hands.”I asked you a question,” stated Mr. Dutt. “What time did you get home?””12:00,” answered Lara.”Liar!” barked Rishik. “You didn’t come home till past four. You’re lying right to my face!”For a moment Lara seemed to gather together her confidence and stubbornness. She stared into her father’s eyes with a look of deep disdain. “I’m 21 and I can do whatever the fuck I want! If I want to go out and drink and party and come back home at four in the morning then I’ll do it. Who the hell are you to tell me what to do!””I’m your father, that’s who I am!” growled Rishik, shooting to his feet.He lifted his enormous right hand into the air as Lara stood frozen.Before Mr. Dutt could bring his hand down on his daughter’s face, Mala rushed between them with a scream.”No, Rishik!” Mrs. Dutt stood in front of her husband, staring up into his livid face with her arms spread out wide.”Get out of my way,” Rishik warned in a hoarse, low voice. Mala stood her ground. “Move!” he roared.Mrs. Dutt shook her head quickly. “Please don’t hurt her,” she pleaded with tearful eyes. “Please!”Vickram jumped to his feet, his heart pained at his mother’s sobbing, and went to stand beside her. Sonia, seeing her brother’s courage, went and positioned herself at her mother’s right. Lara, meanwhile, stood trembling behind them.Mr. Dutt breathed hard through his nostrils, his large chest puffing in and out as he stared at his wife flanked by two of his c***dren.”Move….” he mumbled, still holding his hand in the air.Mala’s weeping eyes stared up at her husband, her hands drawn together in a plea for mercy.”Please, Dad,” muttered Vickram, staring up into his father’s face. “Don’t hurt her….”Sonia held her father’s arm in both her hands, sobbing out loud. “Please Daddy, don’t hurt Sister. Please Daddy please….” Her little shoulders were bouncing up and down as she cried.Mr. Dutt seemed to calm down. He reached out and patted Sonia’s head. She looked up into her father’s face, embraced him, and began weeping into his chest. Sonia, who was around 5’3, seemed so tiny in the massive arms of her 6’5 father.”Fine, I won’t hurt her for your sake,” said Rishik, stroking Sonia’s hair. “But,” he stated, louder than before, “she’s grounded for a month; no going out; no drinking; extra chores. And she better show some respect from now on!””G-grounded for a month!” said Lara in surprise. “But—”Mala spun around and pressed a finger to her lips: Lara stared at her mother’s grave face then nodded. “Fine,” she said.Vickram and Sonia were once again sitting on the couch watching television while Lara was in the kitchen helping her mother with the dishes.A few minutes later the doorbell rang.”That must be Mira and the k**s!” Mrs. Dutt shouted from the kitchen.Sonia and her brother got off the couch and headed for the front hall. The second Vick opened the door his cousin Rani leapt inside with a joyous shout and hugged Sonia. They began giggling and jumping up and down.Vickram had always considered Rani to be a very attractive girl. When they were growing up she had been his first crush, but he had always shied away from revealing the truth to her. Like her late father, Rani had dark brown skin, the deep colour of coffee. Her curls of black hair, which came down to just below her shoulders, were highlighted burgundy, complimenting the dark features of the twenty-one year old beauty. Rani’s face, often seen to be smiling, showed off her ample cheeks, while her seductive crimson lips and glistening white teeth looked so striking against her tawny skin. Her nails were also painted a bright pink and produced the same stark affect of colour.Rani was 5’6 with what can be described as “packed features.” As in, she had a full, busty figure, with large tits, lean hips, and a nice round ass. Though she didn’t have Lara’s long legs, they were still strong and smooth.Well, thought Vick as he watched his sister and cousin jumping up and down, they seem very giddy about something.He was distracted when his other cousin, Vinod, stepped into the house and playfully slapped Vick on the back of his head.”What’s up, buddy?” asked Vin. “Miss me?”Rubbing his head, Vick replied, “I hate it when you do that.”The two began laughing. Vinod Lall, though not as tall as his 5’10 cousin, was very muscular. He had inherited his father Rohit’s dark brown skin and round, hazel eyes. His buzz-cut gave him a menacing appearance and made him look a few years older than his actual age of 19. With small rounded shoulders and large bulging arms, he looked like the Indian version of the Incredible Hulk.”Hello, Vickram,” said his Aunt Mira stepping into the house. “It’s great to see you after so long.” She leant forward and kissed him on the cheek.”Hello, Aunty,” Vick replied in Hindi, taking her bags and placing them against the wall. “It’s great to see you too.”At 38, Mrs. Lall was still a very beautiful woman. She stood at 5’6 with chocolate brown skin (quite fairer than her two c***dren’s), with braided black hair that fell to her lower-back.Mira preferred to dress elegantly and without too much skin showing, as professed by the light-blue summer dress she wore. The short-sleeved dress fell to mid-calves and didn’t really do much to hide her firm breasts: the material squeezed against her trim waist, helping to show off the curves of her slender hips.Much like her sister, Mira’s face was nicely rounded, with full, robust cheeks, large chestnut brown eyes, and dark red lips. Unlike her sister, however, Mira wasn’t as tall or busty.I’d forgotten how gorgeous Aunty Mira is, mused Vickram. He cast a quick glance at her heart-shaped ass as she bent over to set her purse on the floor; the light-blue dress rode up her body, stretching tight across each scrumptious cheek of her derriere. With a sudden lurch of his cock, Vick observed that the cotton material had become wedged up hard between the deep groove of his aunt’s buttocks.Fuck, he thought, Aunty Mira’s got a sweet-looking ass. She’s always so innocent and shy and proper, and for some reason that turns me on like crazy.Damn it, Vick cursed in his head, that’s disgusting! Disgusting disgusting disgusting! How can I think that about my own Aunt? I love her like my own mother, and she loves me like I’m her own son. Aunty Mira’s always been such a kind woman, so honest, caring, decent….And Vin and Rani are like my own brother and sister. So how can I think of something so nasty?With a feeling of tremendous guilt, Vick escorted his aunt into the sitting room. Just then his mother walked out of the kitchen; Lara came behind her, now changed into jeans and a plain white t-shirt. The two sisters embraced.Mira, the older by a year, said in Hindi, “Mala, how are you?””I’m well,” replied Mala in her usual soft voice.”Hello, Auntie,” said Lara as kindly as she could.Mrs. Lall kissed her niece’s forehead and inquired how she was.”So what ‘chya wanna do?” asked Vin, nudging his cousin in the ribs.”There’s a Canucks game on right now,” Vick replied. “Wanna watch?””Hell yeah,” said Vin. The two sat down and began watching the game just asSonia and Rani returned and kaçak bahis took seats on the other end of the sofa.”Where were you two?” asked Vickram.”In my room,” said Sonia. “Rani’ll be staying with me and I was just helping her unpack. And we were just talking about some stuff….””Like what?” asked Vinod.”It’s a secret!” answered Rani, putting a finger to her lips. The two girls began laughing.”Yeah; that makes sense,” replied Vin. Then he turned to Vickram. “Yo; it’s burning in this house. You guys forgot to turn on the AC or something?””Sorry, bud,” said Vick, slapping his cousin’s back. “The AC’s broken.”Vinod looked stupefied. “Then what we gonna do?””Go for a swim!” Sonia jumped in. She looked at Rani and the two began laughing.Just then Mr. Dutt came from the backyard into the sitting room where everyone was gathered, walking straight towards his sister-in-law.”Sister Mira!” Rishik exclaimed.Vickram’s aunt nearly jumped at her name being bellowed so loud. She turned and saw her brother-in-law striding towards her with open arms.”Hello, Brother,” she said warmly as she was enfolded into his huge arms. Mala stepped back and watched in silence, her face expressionless except for her glaring eyes.It was a powerful hug and almost took the breath right out of Mrs. Lall. The embrace lasted longer than Mira expected, and as she was pressed to her brother-in-law’s broad, masculine chest, she felt something hard poking in to her crotch. But she shrugged it off as just something she imagined.Dad never hugs anyone, thought Vick, except Sonia of course. He’s already making his move.Soon everyone was sitting down either talking or watching the hockey game.”Sorry the air conditioner is broken,” began Mr. Dutt, smiling at Mira. “I couldn’t get it fixed by the time you and the c***dren came over.”Mala’s face flickered with worry. She looked from her sister to her husband.”Oh, don’t worry about it,” replied Mrs. Lall. “It’s not your fault.””Well,” said Rishik, “it is a hot day and perhaps later we can all go for a swim.”Everyone but Vinod was listening to the conversation: he sat leaning forward on the couch watching the hockey game.”But I don’t know how to swim,” replied Mira,”You can stay in the shallow end,” said Rishik. “I won’t have you inside the entire day. What if you faint from the heat? No. You will go swimming with the rest of us.”There was ten seconds of agonizing silence where Sonia, Rani and Vick looked from their parents to each other. It was only broken when Vinod leapt off the couch and shouted, “GOOOOOOOOOOAL!” He began jumping up and down and then turned to Vickram. “We won, buddy!””Yeah….” replied his cousin.”Well!” chirped Sonia, springing off the couch. “Rani and me are gonna go for a swim. Anyone else?”Her eyes locked on Vickram’s. “N-no thanks,” he gulped.”Come on, man!” Vin said, slapping his cousin’s back. “It’s boiling in here, and I even brought my swim trunks.””All right,” sighed Vickram.Vickram and Vinod had changed into their swim trunks and were already in the pool when their sisters walked into the wide backyard.Rani had changed into a bright pink two-piece bikini; though the swimsuit was racy, it managed to cover all the important areas of her body. A generous portion of her cleavage was visible, her massive breasts squashed together like two ripe melons. It was an amazing sight, seeing the vivid pink garment against her dark skin, the way it contrasted with the coffee-brown of her taut stomach and strong thighs.Vick got a great view of Rani’s ass as she bent over to place her towel on the plastic lounger. It was nice and round, the cleft between the two snug cheeks clearly defined as the skin-tight material bit into her skin.Damn! he thought. I shouldn’t be staring at her ass, especially with her brother right beside me.Vick turned to see his cousin treading water next to him. Vin’s eyes were open wide with an almost dreamy expression in them. He was staring at his own sister bent over, thrusting her ass out towards them.”Fuck….” he muttered. Vin turned his face to Vickram’s; the two looked at each other.Sonia came skipping to the pool’s edge, her short hairs bouncing up and down. She had changed into a black, one-piece swimsuit which squeezed every curve of her slim body. Unlike her full-figured, busty cousin, Sonia’s breasts were two pert globes, and her swimsuit failed to show much cleavage. It did, however, do a nice job of showing off her willowy legs.Vickram’s lips were parted as he stared up at his sister. His eyes roamed over her legs, hips, breasts, and innocent face. He turned to Vin next to him; they shared another moment of thoughtful silence.”Here I come!” giggled Rani, hopping to the pool’s edge with her huge tits bouncing up and down.”Ready?” asked Sonia, holding her cousin’s hand. They jumped into the water with a loud scream.For the next hour the four youths played in the pool, sometimes racing from one end to the other, at other times running off the diving-board and plunging into the cool water, or tossing around a beach ball.It didn’t take long for Vickram to realize that there was something sinister going on than just a fun day in the pool with family. Sonia’s teasing and playing became more and more sexual as she made passes at her brother. At one point she pressed her body up against Vickram’s, cushioning her breasts against his wet, sculpted chest, and reached under the water to grab his bulging trunks, rubbing her open palm up and down in slow, sensuous motions. Vick had tried to muffle his groans of pleasure so his cousins wouldn’t hear.Another thrilling moment came when Vick had held Sonia by the top of her head and pushed her under the water for a short second. When she came up to the surface, black hairs sticking to her face and dripping with water, she said playfully, “You’ll pay for that!” She chased her brother around the pool before cornering him.”I give up,” said Vick, feigning mercy.”Too late!” Sonia threw her arms around his neck, wrapped her slim legs firmly around her brother’s naked waist, and began humping him. Her crotch butted up against his under the water; Vickram gasped as he felt the ridges of his sister’s pussy-lips glide along his thick cock. The sensation was electric: all that separated his hard prick from entering Sonia’s virgin pussy was two thin layers of material.He couldn’t help but be excited by the proximity of her face to his: their eager, breathless lips were once again inches apart as they stared into each other’s eyes.My baby sister looks so gorgeous right now, thought Vickram. I just have this urge to kiss her pretty little mouth.Sonia’s face glistened in the bright sun; the dripping water made her neck and shoulders sparkle while her short black hairs were stuck to her forehead and cheeks.The two drifted apart.Vick was terrified that his cousins had just witnessed this blatant sexual display between his sister and himself. He looked around to see where Rani and Vin were and was surprised to find Vinod cornered against a wall at the far end of the pool. Rani had her back pressed to him and was grinding her ass into his crotch. Her pink bikini-panties slid up and down his tented shorts as she gasped at feeling her brother’s thick member gliding up and down the cleft of her ass. Vin was moaning, his head against the concrete wall, his hands skimming the firm surface of his sister’s dark brown abdomen. Sometimes his hands slid higher up her chest and his knuckles would bump into Rani’s tits in their pink bikini; at other times they would slide lower to feel up her buxom thighs.As Rani bounced up and down on her brother’s crotch she looked at Vick and winked at him. With her reddish-black hair disarrayed and her face soaking wet, Rani looked some wild Amazonian slut.It can’t be, thought Vick, shocked at this obvious display of eroticism between his cousins. Are they really….? No…not they—it’s mostly her.He realized that Rani was the one in control and Vin was merely a pawn enjoying his sister’s machinations.Rani leapt off her brother’s crotch with a giggle and rejoined Sonia in playing catch with the beach ball.Everything resumed its course: it was as if nothing strange had just occurred.The two boys locked eyes once more. Both knew what had happened but couldn’t bring themselves to speak of it.”Well, I’m getting out of the pool,” said Vick.”Awwww, Brother!” whined Sonia, stopping with the blue beach ball in hand. “Come on; play with us some more.””No thanks,” Vick replied, pulling himself up over the pool’s edge. He kept his back to the others because his erection was pushing against his black swim-trunks.”Yeah; I think I’ve had enough water for the day,” said Vin, climbing up the stone steps and walking swiftly after Vick in an attempt to hide his raging erection from the girls.He joined his cousin on a lounger under the shade of an overhanging canopy. For the next few minutes the two boys sat watching Sonia and Rani frolic in the crystal blue water, delighting in their girlish screams and giggles.Soon the two girls stepped out of the pool. Their nubile bodies were dripping with water, Sonia’s creamy flesh and Rani’s russet skin glistening in the sunlight. They grabbed a pair of towels from a nearby table and began to dry each other off not more than thirty feet from their brothers.The two boys sat up on their chairs and stared open-mouthed. Their sisters had flattened their lush bodies up against one another, Sonia’s small tits squashed hard against the larger ones of her cousin. As she dabbed at Rani’s face with a towel, Sonia started gliding her milky thigh up and down her cousin’s dark brown one, repeating the motion over and over, feeling the luxuriant slither of their wet flesh.Both girls turned to smile at their brothers, licking their lips in a flirtatious and inviting manner.Sonia then ran her naked foot up and down her cousin’s leg, her curled toes brushing sensuously along the dusk-coloured flesh.”Mmmmhhhh!” moaned Rani, loud enough for the boys could hear. “Your skin feels so soft and perfect!”Sonia giggled and wrapped her slim leg around her cousin’s naked waist, pulling her in close; in response, Rani clasped onto Sonia’s tight buttocks and squeezed.”Ohhhhhhhhh!” they mewled as their wet bodies collided.Vickram and Vin kept staring from each other to the two girls.”Fuck! Do you see that!” asked Vin, keeping his eyes on Rani and Sonia.”Yeah,” replied Vick. “They’re toying with us; you know that, right?”Nodding and sitting higher up on the lounger, Vin answered, “Yeah.” He paused a moment before adding, “I have to say, man, don’t get me wrong or anything, but Sonia is one cute babe! She’s got a real great bod’, especially those nice long legs and tight-looking butt. I mean, there’s just something so sweet and innocent about her that’s a real turn on.””I know,” Vickram admitted, taking a long gulp of his Molsen Canadian. “And your Rani’s pretty fine too. She looks so damn sexy and exotic, with curves in all the right places. Have you checked out her tits? And that ass is so nice and full!””Have I?” laughed Vin. “You know how hard it’s been trying to keep down a boner with her walking around the house half-naked all day?”They began laughing.Rani dropped to her knees and began running the white towel up and down her cousin’s willowy leg.”Oh Sonia!” exclaimed the dark-skinned girl, “I’d kill for your long legs.””Really?” Sonia asked with a smile.”You bet!” said Rani, nodding.”Well,” Sonia laughed, “I’d kill for your huge tits!” She stared down at Rani’s enormous breasts stuffed into the pink bra, noting a few thin streaks of water snaking down the darkish orbs.Sonia’s slim leg was bent at the knee: its smooth, creamy flesh glistened brightly in the sunlight as drops of water rode down the lean, honey-brown thigh before falling onto the pavement. When Rani stood up, Sonia placed the towel over her cousin’s tits and began groping them, her fingers squeezing the large, firm globes.After a few seconds of ogling Vin spoke up. “R-Rani’s been saying and doing some weird things lately…things a sister shouldn’t do with her brother.””Sonia too!” exclaimed Vick, stunned. “Now I know that they’re definitely up to something.”Vinod raised his eyebrows in wonder. “What do you think they’re up to?””I’m not really sure,” answered Vick. “But it’s not safe to do all these things with our parents around.”Their conversation was interrupted when Sonia and Rani finished drying each other off and ran into the house with girlish squeals.”Where you going?” asked Vick as he saw his cousin stand up.”Me?” smiled Vin. “I’m following those two. I’m gonna get as close to them as I can.”Vickram was about to follow suit but he heard the voices of his parents and aunt as they walked out into the backyard. Curiosity held him there.His father was wearing a red bathrobe tied at the front which left the top of his hairy chest exposed. Mrs. Dutt, her long black hair loose and rippling in the breeze, had changed into a bright blue swimsuit which showed off her ample breasts. At 5’8, the bathing-suit was two sizes too small on Mala’s body. The rubbery material, stretched tight over her tall figure, was without a single crease to mar its smoothness. It pushed her large brown tits together, creating a deep, enticing valley of cleavage, and stuck to the lean curves of her waist and hips.Vick’s eyes dropped to his mother’s sexy ass swaying in the tight blue swimsuit as she stepped over the hot pavement. He noted how the bathing-suit pinched the skin of her butt and embellished each succulent cheek of her derriere.Mom looks gorgeous, he reflected, his dick swelling again. I don’t ever get to see this much of her body unless it’s summer.Beside Mala walked her sister Mira in a white tube-top and a pair of beige, knee-length shorts. Her braided hair bounced with every step she took.Conservative as always, thought Vick. I’ve never seen Aunt Mira wear anything revealing. In fact, I’ve never seen her in a bathing-suit.”What a beautiful day,” said Mr. Dutt, shrugging off his bathrobe and placing it on the table. He now stood there in only a pair of black Speedos. The 6’5 brown-skinned behemoth bulged with muscles, his broad, sculpted chest darkened with curls of hair, his enormous thighs and legs built like those of an ancient Grecian wrestler.There was a sharp intake of breath from Mira Lall as she gazed at her brother-in-law’s body. He was standing there practically naked and she hadn’t been this close to a practically naked man since her husband passed away. Rishik noted her ravenous eyes and smiled, causing Mira to blush and look away; her gaze landed on her sister’s disdainful stare.It was as if Mala’s hazel eyes were saying to Mira, “Stay the hell away from my husband!”Mrs. Dutt felt a heavy hand drop on her shoulder. She turned to face her husband.”You’re ruining my plans,” whispered Rishik into his wife’s ear.”B-but….” Mala protested.”Get lost!”Mrs. Dutt quietly stepped off to the pool’s edge.Vick had been watching everything. He felt deep sympathy for his helpless mother as he saw her standing so forlorn and sad.Dad’s such a fucking bastard, he thought with fury. I can’t believe Mom has to stand by and watch her husband seduce her own sister. How would that feel? Look at her, all alone by herself…she looks like she’s going to cry.Bitter tears welled up in Vickram’s eyes.”Are you sure you don’t want to go for a swim?” Rishik asked Mira in Hindi, standing uncomfortably close to her.”Y-yes,” replied Mrs. Lall with a quiver in her voice as she looked high up into her brother-in-law’s face.”Very well,” said Rishik, walking over to his wife by the pool’s edge. Vick noted how his Aunt’s eyes trailed after his father’s body, focusing on his ass.Mr. and Mrs. Dutt spent the next hour swimming. Even though Mala tried to stay as close to her husband as she could, he would often get out of the pool and jump off the diving-board.That bastard! Vick growled inside his mind. He’s showing off his body to Aunty Mira.Three sets of eyes were on Rishik every time he climbed out of the pool and up to the diving board: Vick stared with scorn, Mala with fear, and Mira with lust. Each time Rishik emerged from the pool, his muscular brown body dripping with water and gleaming in the sun, his Speedo bulging with his impressive package, Mrs. Lall would sit up on her chair and stare spellbound at him.Now what’s he up to? wondered Vickram.He watched his father get out of the pool and walk straight towards his aunt. Mr. Dutt padded up to the table on which his towel lay and dried himself off right before his wide-eyed sister-in-law. Picking up the bottle of suntan lotion, he spread some over his face and arms before turning to Mira.”Here,” he began, rubbing the yellowish lotion between his palms, “let me spread some on you.””N-no thanks,” replied Mrs. Lall with a quick shake of her head. She was now sitting up on the edge of her plastic lounger.”Come on,” insisted Rishik in Hindi. Mira’s gaze struggled to stay on his face, but her eyes dropped lower and lower till they stopped at her brother-in-law’s bulging crotch, which was at level with her lips. “It is not safe to be out in the sun like this.”Mrs. Lall shook her head again as she endeavored to tear her eyes away from her brother-in-law’s tented Speedo. She could see the outline of his hard-on pressing against the material. “I-I don’t f-feel l-like it….” Her voice was dry and barely above a whisper.Vickram was sitting bolt upright and listening keenly to the conversation between his aunt and father, but a soft splash of water forced his attention towards the pool.Mrs. Dutt stepped out of the water, her hands sliding along the sleek iron rails which rose onto the pavement.”Oh fuck!” Vick muttered in awe.His mother’s voluptuous body was dripping with water; thin rivulets ran down her glistening face and dribbled down her chin to fall onto the tiles. Her bright blue bathing suit was damp with water and clung to her full figure. Mala leaned her head back and ran her hands over her face and voluminous hair. As she did so, she thrust her chest forward so the outline of her large tits was made even more distinct to the eyes of her nineteen year old son. Vickram loved how his mother’s bronze flesh glistened in the sunlight.That bathing-suit looks so damn tight on her! he groaned with lust.Mala began walking towards her husband and sister, her round ass swaying with each step, her long, creamy legs sleek with the sun’s rays glinting on them.”What are you two doing?” she inquired, glancing from Rishik to Mira.”I was going to rub lotion on Mira,” answered Mr. Dutt without looking at his wife.”But I’m fine,” said Mrs. Lall, attempting to sound confident. “Really, I’m fine.””Nonsense!” Mr. Dutt roared, causing Mira to jump in her seat. With his hand on her shoulder, Rishik coaxed his sister-in-law to lie back on the lounger. He then began applying the lemon-scented suntan lotion over her face, rubbing it gently into her brown skin.”I’d like some lotion rubbed on me,” said Mala.”You can do it yourself,” hissed Mr. Dutt, turning a livid face to his frightened wife.Mala’s eyes began watering. She ran the back of her hand across her face and moved to sit on a lounger parallel from her husband and sister. Determined not to cry or appear bothered, Mala reclined on her chair and began drinking a can of soda. Yet every so often she would turn to stare at Rishik rubbing lotion on her sister. Jealousy smoldered in Mala’s heart and an unbearable desire to cry burned at the insides of her eyes.The scent of lemon filled Mrs. Lall’s nostrils. As Rishik slid his hands down to her throat, the large middle finger of his right hand caressed the edge of Mira’s lips and caused her to shudder. He gently began rubbing the lotion on his sister-in-law’s gasping throat and then moved on to her naked shoulders; his strong hands massaged the shoulder-blades before spreading the lotion along the arms.”How does it feel, Sister Mira?” asked Rishik, continuing his massage.”Mmmhhhhhhh!” Mrs. Lall moaned in answer, feeling the pleasure rise in her stomach.”Turn over,” said Rishik.”What?” asked Mira. She opened her eyes and was shocked to see Rishik’s bulging Speedo an inch from her dark lips.”Turn over,” Rishik stated, straddling her chest. “I want to do your back.”Mira nodded, her eyes focused on the tip of her brother-in-law’s cock straining against his Speedo, then turned over on her stomach. Resting her forehead on her folded arms, she could see the gray cement through the slits in the recliner.Though he was sitting twenty feet away, Vick had a clear view of his aunt’s breasts squashed against the plastic chair.Fuck, he thought, at least I can see why Dad’s trying to seduce her. Aunty Mira’s got a nice pair of tits. They look so delicious in that tube-top.”Mmmhhhhhh,” moaned Mrs. Lall as her sister’s husband rubbed the lotion into the back of her neck.Then she felt it—something hard poking into the cheeks of her ass. It was Rishik’s cock!Mira twisted her head to the side but didn’t turn over. She could see from the corners of her eyes that Rishik was standing just below her ass and straddling her thighs. As Rishik rubbed the liquid around her shoulders he would lean forward over her body, which would cause his Speedo to press into the cheeks of her derriere.”Ah! Ah! Ah!” Mrs. Lall softly moaned every time her brother-in-law’s crotch bumped up against her ass.Mira turned her head back around and rested it on her folded arms. She pressed her eyes shut tight and began gritting her teeth in a desperate attempt to silence her gasps of pleasure.Yet the nine-inch pillar of her sister’s husband crashing into her buttocks was too much to bear. Her pussy was becoming wetter as the hard shaft began to slide up and down the groove of her ass in a regular rhythm. With each pound of Rishik’s crotch into her body, Mira’s frame would jolt back and forth on the lounger.It was like he was trying to fuck her while they still wore their clothes.”Uggghhhhh,” Mira groaned harshly in her throat. Her body had become stiff as a board.”You need to relax,” said Rishik in his deep voice. Then, kneeling on the ground, he positioned himself between Mira’s ankles.Mr. Dutt squirted some more of the yellow lotion into his palms and began to rub them together. First he massaged it into the back of Mira’s ankles, rubbing his hands up and down her smooth brown flesh.Rolling Mira’s shorts higher up her legs, Rishik now began to lather the liquid over her flattened thighs.Mira’s hot breaths brushed against her forearms as her entire body writhed under her brother-in-law’s strokes.No one’s touched me like this for years, she thought. But it’s—it’s not right. Is he really trying to…?Mr. Dutt’s glazed palms massaged the tops and insides of Mira’s chocolate-coloured thighs, his fingers sliding over the soft, slippery flesh which jiggled with his kneading.His fingers moved higher and higher until—”Ohhhhhhh!” Mira cried out loud in surprise, throwing her head back.Vickram and his mother sat bolt-upright on their chairs. Though his mother was closer to the action, Vick could plainly see what was occurring from twenty feet awayHis father had pushed Mira’s shorts up against her buttocks till the material bit into the cleft between her buns. With his long, thick fingers, he began to squeeze and knead the flesh of his sister-in-law’s supple brown ass.”Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” Mrs. Lall squealed as Rishik’s fingers dug into the yielding flesh of her buttocks.Rishik continued spreading the lotion over Mira’s derriere till the full brown cheeks were glistening in the sun.”Almost done,” he said, still on his knees.Then in a swift, rapid movement, Rishik snuck two long fingers under his sister-in-law’s shorts and stroked her pussy through her panties.Mira cried out in surprise and quickly turned over on the recliner. Before she could comprehend what had happened, she saw Rishik walk away and disappear into the house. A few seconds passed by and she ventured to look at her sister. Mala was staring at her with disdain: her hazel eyes were narrowed and her forehead was knit.Mira looked off to the side and whispered, “I-I’m sorr—”Mala jumped to her feet and marched towards the house.As she passed by Vickram he stood up and said, “Mom!” Running up to her side, he continued, “Would you like me to rub some lotion on you?””No,” she said without looking at him. Her face was drawn grim.”Okay….” replied Vick, watching his mother stride into the house.He turned to look at his aunt sitting alone on her lounger. From high above the sun’s burning rays poured down on Mira Lall. The humid air made her body hot and sticky; long black hairs stuck wetly to her forehead and cheeks, and her face was flushed red, though not from the heat. Sweat mingled with the lotion on her body, causing her brown skin to glow in the sun.It’s not Aunty’s fault, thought Vick. She didn’t do anything wrong. It’s Dad’s fault. I’m never going to forgive that bastard for hurting Mom….”After one last glance at his aunt Vickram headed into the house.It was 10: 30 at night and everyone had gathered in the sitting room watching television. Rishik was leaning forward in his favorite armchair carrying on a conversation with Mira. He wore a pair of shorts with his t-shirt unbuttoned, baring his large, sweaty chest to his sister-in-law’s starved eyes. She would let her gaze wander all over his body, lingering on his naked chest, huge arms, and strong legs. Vick could feel the sexual electricity in their looks and gestures saturate the room. It was almost palpable.He was squeezed together on the sofa with Sonia and his two cousins. As for Lara, she was sitting alone in the adjacent dining-room reading a fashion magazine. They had been talking about the latest movies; Vick, however, was too absorbed in staring at his mother sitting on the smaller sofa next to Mira.Mala was lost in her own thoughts and kept her unblinking eyes on the carpet. There a brief instant when she had looked up and gazed about the room. When her eyes fell on Vickram’s they stared at each other for a long moment. Both of their faces were mournful and it was as if they communicated their thoughts without speaking. Mala gathered from her son’s eyes that he knew of his father’s vile motives with her sister; she looked like she was on the verge of breaking down and weeping. But then Vickram flashed her a tiny smile and shook his head: it was a gesture of reassurance.Mala slowly smiled and nodded. Hope and courage filled her heart and for now she lost her melancholy air.”Alright!” Mr. Dutt stated in his deep voice. “Time for bed.”The declaration drew groans from the c***dren.”Come on, Dad!” Sonia pleaded. “One hour more, please!””No,” Rishik replied. “Everyone to bed!” There was a strange thrill in his voice. He spoke quickly and with a look of eager anticipation.”10:30?” Vinod mumbled as he followed his sister and Sonia up the stairs. “This sucks yo.”Vick stood in the sitting-room for a moment. What’s he up to? he pondered. Scrutinizing his father, Vick was stunned to find that the man had a raging hard on. It was barely perceptible because Rishik was wearing a pair of black shorts, but the stiff contours of his penis could be seen straining against it.So, he thought with resentment, Dad’s planning to do something with Aunt Mira tonight. He looked towards his mother, who was staring back at him. Mala could read in her son’s eyes that he knew all about his father’s wicked intentions.Vick joined the other c***dren climbing the stairs in single file with their heads down.Once on the second floor Lara headed to her room down the left end of the dark hallway without saying a word.”What’s her problem?” asked Rani. She detested Lara’s superior, smug attitude.”She’s always like that,” replied Sonia.”Well,” said Vick, “guess I’m going to sleep.” He was about to head down the hall but was pulled back by the sleeve.”Where are you going?” asked Sonia, spinning her brother around.”I told you: sleep,” answered Vick. He stared down at his sister with a tired, miserable face.”But it’s only 10:30,” argued Sonia. “And I got something to show you.””What?” asked Vin curiously. The four of them now stood in a small circle in the lightless hall.”Something special,” said Rani, putting a finger to her dark lips.”You know?” Vin asked his sister with an expression of surprise. “Is this the secret you two were talkin’ ’bout earlier?””Yep,” answered his sister.”But,” added Sonia, “we’ll only show you two if you promise not go to bed.””Hell, anything to sleep late,” said Vinod with a grin.”Well, Brother?” asked Sonia. “What do you say?”Vickram looked at his smiling sister long and hard. He then moved his eyes to Rani: she winked at him. Vick quickly looked away and his eyes landed on Vinod.”Come on!” Vin pleaded. “If you go to sleep then I’ll have to go to sleep.”Taking a deep breath, Vick answered, “Okay….”The two girls grabbed their brothers’ hands and pulled them down the right end of the hallway into Sonia’s room. Vickram was about to flick on the light but Sonia slapped his hand away from the switch.”Mom and Dad can’t know we’re all in here!” she whispered.”Now what?” asked Vin. He stared from his sister to Sonia to Vick.”Now we wait,” replied Sonia.A few minutes passed by in the dark, silent room. Vick felt awkward standing so close to his sister. Ever since they had arrived in the room she had been throwing him mischievous smiles and stroking his arm. He turned to his right and saw that Rani was doing the same with Vin.Suddenly, they heard a door open in the adjacent room. Sonia moved into the small closet and dropped to the floor, putting her eye to the hole in the wall. She beckoned to the others as Vickram, Rani and Vin all went into the little closet and bent down on their knees.”What the hell’s going on?” asked Vin.”Shhhh! No one speak,” Sonia whispered.Every few seconds they would trade places so someone else had the chance to peer through the hole.Mr. Dutt walked into his room and turned on the light; behind him came Mira and behind her Mala.”What did you want to talk to me about?” asked a timid Mrs. Lall, staring from her sister to her brother-in-law.Rishik held her hand and conveyed her towards the king-sized bed. “Please sit down.” Mira glanced at her sister in expectation. Mala shrugged and took a seat at the other end of the room next to her husband’s work desk.”Please sit down, Sister,” said Rishik, patting the red satin bed-covers.Mira sat down on the bed a foot away from her brother-in-law, but he closed the distance by shifting over. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Rishik looked at Mira with a concerned face.”We’re worried about you, Sister,” he said.”W-worried?” asked Mrs. Lall. “W-why?” She was blushing and stuttering from being so close to her handsome brother-in-law. Mr. Dutt’s shirt was still unbuttoned, exposing his naked chest.”Yes, very worried,” replied Rishik. He squeezed her shoulder gently. “You’ve been so alone these past fifteen years.””A-alone?” asked Mira, her face staring up into his with a dazed expression. “I-I’m not alone: I have Rani and Vinod.””We don’t mean alone in that way,” said Rishik.”T-then what?” mumbled Mrs. Lall.Mr. Dutt moved his hand behind Mira’s back and began to rub it with the tips of his fingers. Mira squirmed under the electric touch. “We mean alone…physically.””Ph-physically?” Mira stuttered, her eyes opening wide. She shifted over on the bed till there was no more room—but Mr. Dutt shifted with her. His hand continued to rub her back.”Yes, physically,” echoed Mr. Dutt. “You haven’t been with a man since Rohit passed away, have you?””O-of course not!” Mrs. Lall exclaimed with indignation.Mr. Dutt’s hand moved to his sister-in-law’s thighs and began rubbing the brown flesh just above the knees. Mira’s eyes dropped to where his hand was caressing her and then back up to his face. She swallowed.”Mala is worried that you’re not being satisfied…sexually….” Rishik looked towards his wife and asked, “Isn’t that right, dear?”Mala had been sitting with her legs crossed and watching on without expression. She looked into her husband’s eyes, which were darting fire at her.”Yes,” she answered mechanically.”See?” said Rishik, sliding his large hand over Mira’s rich brown skin, intentionally rolling the tan shorts higher and higher up her thighs. “You’re sister is worried about you and as your brother so am I.” Mira glanced at her sister with a pained face: she looked like she was going to cry. “Ask Mala,” continued Mr. Dutt, “ask her if she could go fifteen years without sex. Tell her the truth, Mala: would you be able to?””Sister…?” asked Mira, not really framing a question.Mrs. Dutt shook her head, though her expression never changed. She just continued to sit stiffly on her chair.”There you have it,” stated Mr. Dutt, now squeezing Mira’s warm thigh with his thick fingers. “And I wouldn’t expect her to go on living without a lover.””Wh-what are you suggesting?” asked Mira. Tears were pouring down her eyes: she knew exactly what he was suggesting.”Mala’s told me everything you’ve confided to her,” Mr. Dutt ignored her question. “About how lonely you’ve been; how you missed sex; how you masturbate because of the frustration. We know it’s hard to be an Indian widow because taking another lover is forbidden. But no one has to know…” Mrs. Lall’s wide eyes glimmered with tears. “We only want to help because we love you.”Rishik’s hand moved to grope the sphere of his sister-in-law’s right breast through her white tube-top; he leaned in and kissed her.”I’m going to kill that fucking bastard!” Vinod rasped, his trembling voice just above a whisper.The four c***dren had been spying the entire scene between Rishik and Mira. Throughout, Vin’s fury had been boiling, and when he saw his uncle groping his mother and kissing her he lost all control.”I’m going to kill that fucking bastard!” repeated a mad Vinod, his fingers clenched into a shaking fist. He attempted to storm out the closet but was pulled back by Vickram, who held him firmly by the arm.”Don’t!” pleaded his somber-faced cousin.”You can’t!” said Rani, stepping in front of her brother and placing her hands on his shoulders. Sonia held his wrist and implored him not to go.”Why the hell not!” asked Vin, trembling with fury.”Because,” answered Vick, “my dad will kill you. You don’t know him, Vin, but he’s got an insane temper. And you can’t beat him. Trust me; illegal bahis he’ll kill you if you get in his way.”Vinod was about to roar in anger but Rani pressed her hand over his mouth. “Please, Brother,” she pleaded, “calm down.””She’s right,” added Vick.”Are you all fucking blind?” the incredulous Vin retorted. “Don’t you see what he’s doing to my mom? How would you feel?””How would I feel?” hissed Vickram, thrusting his enraged face down at his cousin. “My dad’s seducing a woman right in front of my mom—her own sister! Don’t you think my mom’s upset? Don’t you think she feels bad? Huh?”After taking a deep breath, Vinod seemed to calm down. “Sorry,” he muttered.All four crept back into the closet and continued to watch, with Vinod mumbling filthy curses at his uncle every few seconds.Mrs. Lall’s body was twisted to the side as her brother-in-law continued kissing her and fondling her breast. His giant hand rotated her tit in circles while his thick, hungry lips mashed against hers over and over.Mira whimpered into his mouth as Rishik’s arm reached behind her and supported her back just above the hips, preventing her from sliding off the bed. Suddenly he pulled her body to him so that her soft left breast crushed up against his shoulder. Rishik’s fat, dripping tongue slid out and slowly licked up his sister-in-law’s throat; it brushed up her chin, swirled around her dark red lips, and then pushed itself into her mouth.Mrs. Lall groaned at the assault. She titled her head back and closed her eyes, the track of saliva on her brown throat glistening under the lights. With one arm supporting Mira’s back and another hand squeezing her tit, Mr. Dutt continued kissing his wife’s sister while his tongue searched the walls of her mouth. Spit dribbled out the corners of Mira’s lips, running down her chin as her brother-in-law renewed the assault on her tiny mouth.”Stand up off the bed,” Rishik ordered Mira. She complied and stood in front of him. “Now take off your top.”Mrs. Lall looked to her sister with a quivering lip. Mala, sitting on her chair with her legs crossed at the other end of the room, just stared back.”I told you to take it off,” Rishik spoke up.Hesitantly, Mrs. Lall grabbed the bottom of her white tube-top and began pulling it up her chest. Mr. Dutt licked his lips; his lustful eyes bulged as little by little his sister-in-law’s honey-brown flesh came into view. He drank in the gentle curve of her waist and her perfect, flat stomach, and grinned when seeing her white brazier.Soon Mira Lall stood clad in only her bra and tan shorts. Her luscious brown breasts, packed tightly in their white brazier, were heaving as she stared down at her brother-in-law.Rishik reached forward and placed his hands on either side of Mira’s hips, feeling her tremble at his touch. Suddenly, he pulled her to him so that his nose was pressed into his sister-in-law’s stomach.”Ahhhh!” Mira yelped in surprise; she could feel her brother-in-law’s nose brush up and down her midriff.Then Rishik began licking her lush skin, his juicy tongue darting all over her smooth, caramel-coloured abdomen and swirling around her belly-button before pushing inside.”Ohhhhh….” squealed Mira, arching her back and gripping her brother-in-law’s shoulders. “Ohhhhh, Brother!”After a minute’s licking Rishik leaned back on the bed and examined his work: much of his sister-in-law’s stomach was sparkling lewdly with his saliva, a rim of thick, gooey spit surrounding her belly-button.”Now for these shorts,” said Rishik. “Take them off.””But…” Mira protested.”Now!” he ordered.She unhooked the button and slid the zipper down. Then with a sexy though unintended wiggle of her hips, Mira pulled her shorts down her long legs and stepped out of them. Soon she stood blushing in only her white undergarments.Mira’s arms were folded under her breasts in a vain effort to cover her body; however, this just made her breasts bulge forth even more.”Oh fuck…” muttered Mr. Dutt as his licentious eyes wandered over every inch of his almost-naked sister-in-law.Rishik’s hands snuck behind Mira’s back; his fingers spread out, gripped her firm buttocks, and squeezed. He could feel the soft, full cheeks of Mira’s ass compress under his thick fingers.”B-brother!” whimpered Mrs. Lall as Rishik gripped her derriere even harder. “I-it hurts!”Then, pulling her body to him again, Mr. Dutt nestled his face between Mira’s crotch and started licking her cotton panties, slowly dragging his tongue up and down the thin white garment.”Oohhhhhhhhh Brother!” moaned Mrs. Lall, her face contorting with surprise. She tried to push Rishik away but he held onto her buttocks and continued to lick her panties. Mira’s back was arched sharply, her crotch thrust into her brother-in-law’s face. The white cotton fabric was pushing hard into Mr. Dutt’s nose and he could smell the tangy scent of his sister-in-law’s cunt drifting into his nostrils.Rishik inhaled deeply and said, “Your pussy smells delicious, Sister.””D-don’t say that!” replied a revolted Mrs. Lall. “It-it’s so dirty!By the time Rishik had finished his licking, Mira’s white panties were damp with his saliva, and in some parts, with her own juices.Mr. Dutt stood up off the bed, shrugged off his shirt, and wrapped his massive arms around Mira’s slender waist. She was crushed against Rishik’s broad, hairy chest as he bent down and began kissing her. At 5’6, Mira Lall seemed petite in comparison to the 6’5 behemoth. Her palms were pressed against his chest, trying to push him away, but Mr. Dutt held her to him in a powerful grip.Then his left hand wandered down the smooth brown ridges of her bare back and stopped on her tight-fitting white panties.”Mmmmhhhhh!” Mrs. Lall grunted into her brother-in-law’s mouth.Suddenly, her eyes shot wide open as she felt Rishik squeezing her buttocks once again. What surprised her even more was the sensation of her brother-in-law’s stiff, nine-inch cock pressing into her belly through his shorts.As Mr. Dutt groped and pulled Mira’s right buttock in an upwards motion, he would almost lift her off her feet and drive her into his pelvis. Their crotches smashed together as both gasped in ecstasy. Without realizing it, Mira wrapped her arms securely around Rishik’s naked back as she began sliding her panties up and down his prick in rapid, frantic movements, feeling its rigid outline glide along the lips of her pussy through the thin cotton of her underwear.Mrs. Lall tried to resist her brother-in-law’s hungry lips opening and closing on her own; she tried to fight his powerful grip on her supple buttocks; she tried to break away from the steel rod pressed against her belly, but she was beginning to give into the pleasure.Mr. Dutt, always the astute observer, could sense his sister-in-law’s crumbling will.”That’s enough for now, Sister,” he said, his large right hand caressing Mira’s face. “I have something for you.”Rishik grabbed a hold of his shorts and pulled them down his muscular legs as Mira took a quick step back and pressed her hand to her mouth. What she had just witnessed was her brother-in-law’s nine-inch prick bounce forth, fully erect with a light glaze of precum on its engorged head. There was a thick patch of wiry black hairs around Rishik’s penis, and his heavy, wrinkled testicles hung like two big g****fruits.”I want you to do something for me, Sister,” said Mr. Dutt, his nine-inch spear bobbing up and down in excitement. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”Mira shook her head and took another step back till she bumped against the wall. “I-I can’t.””Trust me,” said Rishik, reaching for her wrist and pulling her to him. His thick pole was now wedged between Mira’s legs.”Please don’t make me,” she pleaded with tears running down her beautiful yet tragic face.Mr. Dutt gripped her shoulders and began thrusting his hips back and forth; his dark brown cock slid between his sister-in-law’s warm thighs, grazing along the lips of her pussy through her white panties”Ohhhhhhhh, please don’t…..” moaned Mrs. Lall. She threw her arms around Rishik’s back and pressed the right side of her face into his hairy chest; her expression was torn between ecstasy and shame, her eyes half-closed as she bit her lower lip. “Please, Brother, please! Don’t make me do this….”But Rishik didn’t listen. With a maniacal glint in his eyes, he continued sliding his hot prick back and forth until Mrs. Lall squeezed her buxom thighs together, trapping her brother-in-law’s organ in place: its gooey head poked right out on the other side, just under Mira’s ass.”Okay!” she cried, tossing her head back.Mira kneeled down so that her face was at level with Rishik’s penis. She looked towards her sister and saw that Mala was glaring at her with hatred. However, there were tears in Mala’s resentful eyes. As she had since entering the room, Mrs. Dutt was sitting stiffly on a chair with her legs crossed.”Sister!” Rishik boomed. “Concentrate!”Mira turned her attention back to her brother-in-law’s twitching member; she reached a shaking hand towards it.”Wait!” Mr. Dutt interrupted. Mira’s hand shot back and she quickly turned her eyes up to her brother-in-law: Rishik was so tall that his thick face seemed to float a mile above her. “Undo your hair.”Reaching behind her head, Mira unfurled her braids. After a few shakes of her head her long black mane flowed free in a silky wave; it framed her rounded face and robust cheeks, falling to just above her waist. Shimmering like black glass under the light, Mira’s hair provided an exquisite compliment to her chocolate-brown skin.”Now,” said Rishik, stroking her cheek with the back of his finger, “play with it.”Mrs. Lall once again moved her trembling hand forward and wrapped her slim fingers around the middle of Rishik’s shaft. It felt hot and slick in her hand: she hadn’t touched a man’s penis in fifteen years and holding one now she was suddenly reminded of her late husband.Mira wiped the tears from her eyes and began stroking Rishik’s length. At first she stroked it slowly, timidly moving her palm up and down the vertical member. Then she started to jerk him off quicker, sliding her hand all the way from the base of his phallus to its tip in long, fluid motions.”Ohhhhhh fuck yeah!” groaned Mr. Dutt. His lecherous eyes were fixed on the supple mounds of his sister-in-law’s swinging cleavage. “Faster, Sister! Do it faster!”Complying, Mrs. Lall positioned her face to the left of her brother-in-law’s crotch and began to stroke him furiously.”Oh, shit!” moaned Rishik, throwing his head back. “That—feels—amazing….”Mira’s wide, curious eyes watched a thin line of translucent pre-cum leak out the penis’s crown. The bubbling liquid ran down Rishik’s length and seeped under her palm to create a warm, sticky lubricant.”Mhhh! Mhhh! Mhhh!” Mira grunted, her fist almost a blur as she took short, quick jerks of her brother-in-law’s pike.”That feels great, Sister,” said Rishik, raking his fingers through Mira’s black hair. “But you know what’d feel even better?”Mrs. Lall shook her head in confusion. Her question was answered when Rishik took a hold of his cock and began rubbing it up and down her dark lips. She gasped in shock, but she had already tasted the pre-cum oozing from the cock’s helmet. Mira u*********sly licked her lips and experienced the tang of her brother-in-law’s jism, a taste she hadn’t experienced in fifteen years.Closing her eyes, Mrs. Lall moaned in her throat as Rishik continued flicking the leaking tip of his cock over her lips and cheeks; quite soon, her face was gleaming with pre-cum.When Rishik brought his cock to her lips, Mira opened her mouth and licked the head. Her pink tongue took a single upward swipe of the crown before swirling around it. She then grabbed the middle of her brother-in-law’s shaft and jerked him off as she licked him.”Oh yeah!” Mr. Dutt groaned, “That’s more like it, Sister. You really seem to be getting into this now!”Mrs. Lall proceeded to lick the entire length of the throbbing organ, placing her head to Rishik’s left and dragging her tongue up and down the prick’s side.Mira could feel the pulsing veins of her brother-in-law’s shaft as she drew her mouthpiece over its hard surface. She began kissing the tip, her lips smacking on the juicy helmet. A few minutes later Rishik’s pre-cum was sparkling on Mira’s lips as the wet sounds of her kissing and licking filled the room, coupled with her soft, feminine moans.Mira bent her face lower and licked up from the base of Rishik’s penis to it crown with one long stroke of her tongue. She then gripped the shaft just under its mushroom-head and began coiling her mouthpiece around it. Pre-cum rapidly bubbled out of Mr. Dutt’s piss-slit, which Mrs. Lall swept up with her tongue, savoring it on her palate before swallowing it.”You’re amazing, Sister,” said Mr. Dutt placing a hand on Mira’s head. “Tell me: is my cock bigger than Rohit’s?”Instead of answering, Mrs. Lall parted her lips wide and closed them on her brother-in-law’s dick.”Ohhhhhhhh Mira!” Mr. Dutt groaned, “you look like such a whore!”The sight of his sister-in-law’s red lips bulging obscenely around the fat head of his cock was as delicious as it was nasty.It’s so huge! thought Mira with a flash of concern.She was having trouble breathing even through her nostrils; drool started to seep out the corners of her mouth and drip down her chin. A few seconds passed by as she tried to relax her breathing. Then, little by little, Mira began pushing the nine inches deeper down her throat.Mrs. Lall bobbed her head back and forth while with her right hand she flicked away the threads of black hair from her eyes. Her left hand grasped Rishik’s fleshy spear at the base as she began to suck him quicker, her red lips gliding over the dark pillar of his phallus.”Mmmmhhhhh! Mmmmhhhhh! Mmmmhhhhhh!” Mrs. Lall groaned each time she took in more of Rishik’s cock.”Oh fuck!” gasped Mr. Dutt, closing his eyes. “Suck me deeper, Sister! Suck me deeper!”Mira’s hazel eyes squinted in concentration as she continued her fervent blowjob. She jerked Rishik’s member as she sucked him, her left hand taking short and rapid strokes of his prick. Sometimes her hand would wander down to her brother-in-law’s heavy testicles and fondle the crinkled flesh.”That’s it, Sister! Play with my balls,” said Mr. Dutt in a strained and husky voice. He placed his hand on the back of Mira’s head and coaxed her down further.As she dipped her head back and forth, Mira’s hair bounced frenziedly with the movement and her gorgeous brown tits jostled in their white brazier.The 6’5 Rishik stood on the carpet groaning and gasping while his sister-in-law, on her knees and clad only in her white bra and panties, gave him a passionate blowjob. Both were beginning to sweat in abundance. Mr. Dutt’s chiseled muscles were glinting under the lights and Mira’s smooth, naked contours were bathed in a silver gloss.The blowjob continued for minutes. At one point, Mrs. Lall decided to take as much of Rishik’s cock into her throat as she possibly could. Her jaw stretched to its limit; she pushed her head forward as her red lips inched down the length of Rishik’s dark brown member.”Uggghhhhhh!” Mira groaned hoarsely. Her throat throbbed and her nostrils exhaled their warm breath on Rishik’s stiff prick. Every few seconds the pulsing cock in Mrs. Lall’s mouth would spurt pre-cum onto her tongue and she would swallow every gooey drop with relish.Mira nearly had three-quarters of Rishik’s length stuffed down her throat. For a moment she did nothing but savor the salty taste of her brother-in-law’s organ as it twitched in her mouth. Her lips were suctioned firmly around the hard dick as she used her tongue to lick its underside.After a few seconds, Rishik slowly began to draw his cock out of his sister-in-law’s oral cavity. Mrs. Lall’s moist red lips dragged across the stiff prick till the slimy cock popped out of her mouth; its gleaming pink crown now lay resting on her lower lip. She stuck out her tongue and rapidly flicked the piss-slit up and down before swirling her mouthpiece around it.”You like that, huh Sister?” asked Rishik, holding his member with one hand as he rubbed it up and down his sister-in-law’s lips. “But there’s even more to come.”Mr. Dutt lifted Mira up by her shoulders. Then, smoothing back the hairs from her forehead he leant down and kissed her.”Mmmmmmhhhh!” Mrs. Lall moaned in longing after Rishik broke the kiss. She stood breathless with one hand one her heart.But Mira still craved more: she threw her arms around Rishik’s neck and pulled him down for another passionate kiss. Their dripping tongues mashed together in midair before their hungry lips closed on each other’s.”So, Sister,” began Mr. Dutt, separating his lips from hers, “did you enjoy that?” He placed his large right hand on Mira’s stomach.”N-no…” she answered.”Liar!” Rishik barked as his hand slid down her brown abdomen and into her white panties. His thick fingers found her hot, dripping pussy and caressed it with three fingers. “You’re wet you little slut: I knew you were lying.””Ohhhhhhh!” squealed Mira, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. “I-I’m not lying….”Mr. Dutt could feel his sister-in-law’s pussy gush with fluids and bathe his wrist in her warm honey. Without warning he jammed his fingers deep inside her vagina and began stroking her viciously.Mrs. Lall let out a long, lustful cry and squeezed her thighs together. She could feel Rishik’s thick fingers rammed inside her tight pink folds, exploring her delicate vaginal walls.”T-this is wrong, B-Brother,” gasped Mira with her eyes flickering open and shut.”Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this?” Mr. Dutt asked with a sneer.There was no point in denying the truth to herself: the feeling was just too intense. The juices erupting from her slit and running down the inside of her thighs was proof enough.”Admit it, Sister,” taunted Mr Dutt. “You like having your brother-in-law play with your cunt. You’re just a whore who’s longing to be fucked, aren’t you?””Ohhhhhh!” Mira cried in answer, thrusting her hips forward in an effort to take more of Rishik’s fingers into her burrow: she was practically throwing her body into his.Mr. Dutt withdrew his glistening fingers from Mira’s pussy and held them up to her face.This, he thought, is the moment of truth.Rishik pressed his fingers to his sister-in-law’s lips. She didn’t flinch. A few seconds passed by and Mr. Dutt believed he had failed.Then Mira grabbed Rishik’s wrist and began licking his digits in a frenzy. She tilted her head to one side and swept her tongue between the v’s of his fingers before taking them deep into her mouth.Mr. Dutt grinned as he watched his sister-in-law suck in his fingers to the knuckles.”Mmmhh! Mmmhh! Mmmhh!” Mrs. Lall moaned. Her lips flared out around her brother-in-law’s fat digits as they glided smoothly in and out of her mouth.She took the bait, Rishik pondered with glee. This means she’ll do anything I want.”That’s good, Sister,” he said, withdrawing his wet fingers from Mira’s mouth and rubbing them off on her cheeks. “Now the really fun part begins.”Rishik grasped the waistband of his sister-in-law’s panties.”W-what are you doing?” stammered MiraMr. Dutt didn’t bother with an answer. Instead, he yanked the white panties down her shapely brown legs in one swift motion. Mira drew in a sharp breath of surprise and stood looking down at her brother-in-law with wide, stunned eyes.”Hurry up and step out of them!” ordered Rishik.Mrs. Lall complied and was soon standing with both hands covering her womanhood.”S-stop,” Mrs. Lall pleaded weakly as Rishik took hold of her wrists and forced her hands apart.”Beautiful….” he muttered, staring up at the black, curly thatch of hair framing her sex.Then, using his thumbs, he parted the fat, glistening folds of his sister-in-law’s pussy and stuck his tongue deep inside of her.”Ohhhhhhhh!” Mira cried, gripping the sides of Rishik’s head. “Ohhhhhhh! B-Brother…d-don’t…p-please d-don’t d-do t-that….”But Rishik persisted in swirling his tongue inside Mira’s tender pussy. His nose was pressed right up into her wet folds as his fat tongue jabbed in and out of her tight slit. As Rishik licked the pink nub of her clitoris, his hands reached behind to grip his sister-in-law’s bare buttocks.”Ahhhhhhh!” moaned Mrs. Lall, thrusting her pelvis into his face. Her head was thrown back as her fingers played with Mr. Dutt’s hair. “Y-you s-shouldn’t b-be d-doing this. It’s so—it’s so—d-dirty!””You know what, Sister?” asked Rishik, standing up and licking Mira’s juices off his lips. “You’re right: I shouldn’t be doing something so nasty.”He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to him; Mira gasped when she felt her brother-in-law’s hard column poking into her soft abdomen.”But there’s plenty of other nasty things we can do,” said Mr. Dutt. He grabbed his sister-in-law’s shapely ass and began humping his pelvis into hers.”L-like?” squealed Mrs. Lall, her eyes wide with fear.Their genitals mashed together and Mira could feel her brother-in-law’s raging hard-on smash against the tender folds of her womanhood. His heavy balls were knocking against her thighs while he stroked his index finger up and down the crack between her buttocks.Mr. Dutt grabbed his sister-in-law’s wrist and pulled her to the bed. He sat down on its edge and said, “Come sit on my cock.” Mira shook her head quickly and was about to step back; however, Rishik was still holding her wrist. “Now!”Mira hesitated: she didn’t dare look at her sister.”Listen,” continued Mr. Dutt, “if you don’t do what I say you’ll never have sex again. Think about it: for the rest of your life you’ll never feel another man’s body, never feel a hard cock filling your pussy, never feel the ecstasy of orgasm. Can you bear that agony? If you do this now I’ll fuck you whenever you want.””B-but,” replied Mrs. Lall, “I-I can’t do it. I really can’t. It’s going too far!” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she cried into the palm of her right hand.””Sure you can,” said her brother-in-law. Rishik sat there naked on the edge of the bed, his colossal figure dripping with sweat, the hairs on his broad chest matted and tangled, his huge biceps glistening, his massive thighs looking even wider pressed down on the mattress. Then there was the erect nine-inch slab of meat between his legs.It was difficult for Mira to say no to the handsome man before her, but she still persisted.”You’ve already sucked my dick,” said Mr. Dutt, “and you’ve let me lick your cunt: how is this so much worse?””B-but my husband….” Mira trailed off, crying harder.”You want this; you need this!” Mr. Dutt persisted. “Don’t deny it, Sister. I’m just trying to help you. Neither Mala nor I want you to be miserable and resort to something so filthy and sinful as masturbation. And no one has to know: it’s a private matter between family. Think about it: we can have sex anytime day or night in the secrecy of this house. And I can fill your pussy like no other man can; I can make you scream with joy, cum harder than you’ve ever cum in your life. Doesn’t that sound like something you’ve been wanting these fifteen years? Now come on!”Mrs. Lall stared down at Rishik’s thick brown cock standing proud and erect: its piss-slit was like an unblinking eye which bore through her sense of restraint. She felt herself getting hotter. With an electric shudder passing through her body, Mrs. Lall walked forward, wrapped her arms around Rishik’s neck, and sat down on his cock, stretching her legs out on either of his hips.”Arrrggghhhhhh!” Mira screamed, throwing back her head of lustrous black hair and shutting her eyes tight. She could feel the swollen head of her brother-in-law’s prick tear aside the frail walls of her engorged pussy. Mrs. Lall’s face was lifted towards the ceiling as she screamed, the muscles of her neck stretched tight.The steel rod drove deeper into her at a slow, deliberate pace.”Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!” Mrs. Lall cried over and over again, feeling the pink lips of her cunt stretch around the fleshy cylinder of her brother-in-law’s prick. Her juicy vagina worked desperately to lubricate and ease the nine-inches deeper; yet the pain was too much and Mrs. Lall continued to groan out loud.”Ohhhhhhh!” Mira gave one final high-pitched cry and sank lower: her brother-in-law was now fully inside her. She looked down and saw Mr. Dutt’s fat penis lodged in her pussy up to his heavy balls; their curly black pubic hairs were mingled together in sweat, pre-cum, and vaginal secretions. Mrs. Lall was breathing hard, her shoulders rising and falling in exhaustion; sweat poured down her glistening face and brown body; her silky black hairs were matted to her face and forehead, making her look very sexy and wild.Rishik could feel his lover’s juices flood out of her pussy and run down her thighs to bathe his huge testicles.”You’re cunt’s so wet, Sister,” he remarked with a grin. “See, I knew you were aching for a big, hard dick all along.” Mr. Dutt’s large hands slid up Mira’s smooth back; his fingers found and unhooked the white bra: Mrs. Lall raised her arms and shrugged it off without a word. Then Rishik took a hold of his sister-in-law’s breasts—a deep shade of brown topped with dark pink nipples—and began gyrating them in circles.”Mmmhhh….” Mrs. Lall moaned softly. She was still trying to get used to the sensation of her lover’s giant organ buried deep inside her: having her tits played with provided a potent distraction.What stubbornness, Rishik mused as he squeezed his sister-in-law’s supple mounds. She’s still not admitting she likes it. I guess I’ll just have to break her will!He pressed his thumbs down on Mira’s dark nipples and began revolving them in rapid circles. “D-don’t b-be so rough,” yelped Mrs. Lall, burying her face in her lover’s hairy, sweat-drenched chest.”You’re right,” said Rishik, “I can always play with your tits later.” He let go of Mira’s breasts and clasped her lean hips. “Now it’s time to concentrate on your pussy.””Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Mira let out a piercing scream: her brother-in-law had begun raising his buttocks off the bed and pounding his stiff cock into her cunt. “It hurts! It hurts!””Don’t lie, Sister,” Rishik teased, plowing Mira’s tender vagina while holding her firmly by the hips. “I know you love it.””No I don’t!” she replied with a vigorous shake of her head.But Mrs. Lall’s face told a different story. Her hazel eyes were drunk with pleasure, half-closed and rolling in their sockets. Her dark, luscious lips gasped for air; sometimes her tongue would sweep over their pink surface in wanton desire. Mira’s face was dripping with sweat and shone a pale gold under the bedroom lights. Her large breasts, also glazed in perspiration, were bouncing madly through the air with each of her lover’s upward thrusts. Little beads of sweat began running down her flat stomach in thin rivulets, and gazed from behind, the muscles of Mira’s smooth back could be seen drenched with perspiration.One of the most enticing sights was Mrs. Lall’s shimmering black hair springing up and down with the jolts her body received, hanging in the air a moment before falling like a veil to d**** her back again.”Tell me, dear Sister,” began Mr. Dutt, “is my dick longer than Rohit’s?””Yes!” hissed Mrs. Lall, frantically bouncing on her brother-in-law’s phallus, her arms thrown around his neck, her legs splayed on either side of Rishik’s broad hips.”And is my dick thicker than his?””Yes!” panted Mira between her long, lustful moans.”And does my dick fill you up better than Rohit’s?”There was a silent pause; the only sound that could be heard was the low whimpers emanating from Mrs. Lall’s throat as she rode her brother-in-law.”Yes!” she cried after a moment. “Yes! Yes! Yesssss!” Mira closed her eyes and hung her head forward in despair; Rishik was still ramming his hips upwards, causing his sister-in-law to jolt violently up and down on his crotch.”I knew it!” Mr. Dutt laughed. “I knew it all along!”I’ve betrayed my husband, thought Mrs. Lall.”Don’t stop, Sister,” said Rishik. “There’s no point now, so just enjoy it.”Mira sat weeping on her brother-in-law’s crotch. Truth crushed at her insides, but the giant cock penetrating her cunt felt so big, so hard, so…good. Though Mrs. Lall’s brain screamed for her to stop, her body was reacting on its own as she gradually began rocking her hips.”Oooohhhhhhhh, Brother!” cried Mira in a high-pitched voice, destroying the silence. “Ooohhhhhhh, Brother!” she repeated.Mira was now meeting each of Rishik’s thrusts. She would lift her body as he lowered his, and when he drove his hips upwards with vigorous force, Mira would drop her pussy onto his fat prick. It would slide into her all the way to the hilt, stretching the elastic walls of her pussy to their limits, all nine-inches burying itself in her tender snatch.Every time Mira dropped herself on Rishik’s throbbing pike, her juices would splash forth from her cunt from the sudden impact: Mr. Dutt’s balls were all but bathed in her vagina’s honey.The two bodies thrashed together in a wild frenzy; flesh smacked flesh; the heady aroma of sweat and sex filled the room like incense.Mr. Dutt gripped his sister-in-law’s plump buttocks and pressed down on the soft brown flesh with the tips of his fingers.”Ahhhhhhh!” Mrs. Lall moaned at the assault. “Squeeze harder! Squeeze harder! Oh fuck yes! That’s it! Just like that! Just like that!”There were tears in Mira’s eyes; this time, however, their cause wasn’t rooted in any deep sorrow.”Sister?” asked Mr. Dutt.”Yesssssssssss?” gasped Mira, her eyes rolling drunkenly in their sockets as she bounced up and down.”Am I a better lover than Rohit?”The answer came at once. “Yes! Better—much better! Now fuck me, Brother. Fuck me like I’ve always wanted to be fucked! Fuck me like Rohit never could!” Mrs. Lall wrapped her shapely legs around Rishik’s waist and leaned her body as far back as she could, stretching out her arms as her fingers clasped together behind her lover’s neck. Mira’s breasts were thrust up towards the ceiling; the sharp curve of her back accentuated her beautiful figure while her long black hairs d****d the carpet.With her outstretched arms clasped behind Rishik’s neck, she began jerking her hips into his, feeling his nine-inch member penetrate her to the deepest depths.Rishik slid one arm under Mira’s back to hold her from falling off the bed. “I’ll give you what you want, Sister; I’ll give you what Rohit never could—but first tell me that you’ll be my slut forever.””Yes, Brother!” she moaned. “I’ll be your slut, your whore, your bitch. But right now I need you to fuck me with that gorgeous cock of yours!””Well then get ready you little slut!” roared Mr. Dutt. He leapt off the bed and carried Mira over to the wall, pushing her against it. Mrs. Lall’s soft buttocks crushed up against the wall; her legs were wrapped tightly around Rishik’s waist while her arms encircled his thick neck.”Oh, Brother! Do me! Fuck me! Fuck your whore of a sister!” she screamed, biting her lower lip in a way that made her seem at once sexy and salacious.Rishik was pressed right up against his sister-in-law with his giant hands gripping her slender brown hips. “Don’t worry, Sister, I’ll give you the best fuck of your life!”He began raising his hips, hammering his prick into Mrs. Lall’s engorged pussy. The rough, violent movements of Rishik’s thrusts caused Mira to bump her back against the wall, which kept thudding loudly from their a****listic fucking. Each time Mr. Dutt pulled away and then drove his raging manhood into his sister-in-law’s cunt, she would slide up the wall for a moment before slipping back down, her skin scr****g against the white paint. The orbs of Mira’s sweaty tits glided up and down her brother-in-law’s body, her nipples brushing through the black curls of his abundant chest-hair.”Ahhhhhhhhh fuck yes! Fuck me harder, Brother! FUCK ME HARDER!” shrieked Mrs. Lall. “Make me your slut! Make me your whore! Do me with your big cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!”As Rishik kept driving his hips into Mira’s pussy with incredible force, her head would repeatedly smack against the wall to a noisy, hollow sound. However, Mira didn’t care for the minor pain when compared to the intense pleasure she was experiencing. Her licentious face was twisted by desire; spit flew from her mouth as she moaned and screamed for her brother-in-law to fuck her harder. Mira’s long, jet-black hair was matted to her sweaty forehead and cheeks; some of the longer threads were stuck to the corners of her dark lips and made her look like a wild whore.Mr. Dutt continued grinding his powerful hips up and down, his cock infiltrating the deepest, darkest, wettest depths of Mira’s burrow. His buttocks clenched with each of his thrusts, and as he fucked his wife’s sister, Rishik kept asking her how much better a lover he was than Rohit.”Am I really that much better?” he sneered.”Yesssssss!” hissed Mrs. Lall. “R-Rohit was n-nothing c-compared to you!” Her body continued thudding against the wall as she was lifted into the air for a moment before dropping down painfully onto his slick, throbbing phallus. “Your c-cock’s so m-much bigger—s-so much b-better! H-his was s-so s-small c-compared t-to y-yours!”Both lovers were drenched with sweat. Though Mira had her limbs wrapped tightly around her lover, she could feel her grip slipping. Their naked, glistening bodies glided against each other’s without the least friction.After a few minutes of passionate fucking, Mrs. Lall came with a piercing scream. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Brother!” She threw her head back and it smacked hard against the wall. A gush of fluids erupted out of her slit, flooded around the steel-hard cylinder of Rishik’s penis, and trickled down her luscious thighs.Mira’s limbs lost their grip around Mr. Dutt’s neck and hips and she began slipping down the wall. But Rishik held onto her tighter, and following a few final thrusts into her hot cunt, his cock erupted. Jet after jet of semen poured out in a constant stream into his sister-in-law’s pussy as Mr. Dutt came with a tremendous roar.After his orgasm Rishik’s body began to lose its energy. He carried his lover over to the bed and collapsed on top of her. They began kissing and licking each others’ faces. Mira had her sweaty brown legs locked around Mr. Dutt’s back as he casually thrust his cock into her every now and then.The last sight Vickram glimpsed before taking his eye away from the hole in the closet wall was his mother sitting on the chair at the other end of the room with her knees drawn up, head down, and crying into her arms.*

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