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1. Devika

We girls were sitting on the lawns outside, awaiting the clock to strike for the practical class. Just then a flying bird shitted on the jutting of my left breast, I mean, over my blouse. I looked up: it was a crane.

"It's a good omen of luck!" opined my classmates.

My father used to say that I was conceived in a spiritual way and would bring good luck and fortune once I grew, but he didn't have any luck to see it realized. And luck is here in the premonition of ...

Oh shit! I had to have a wash and change. On my way to the hostel, I met Bhavana and she accompanied me into my room. Bhavana was doing her final year whereas I was a fresher in first year. She became my best friend from the very first day she rescued me of my college raking. And Hindi (though I knew little) was our common factor.

Once inside, I undressed and noticed no strain underneath, but the devouring look of my best friend. A bit shocked but riveted, I felt a weakness in my knees.

Moment next I was in the hold of Bhavana, with her hands so busy on my breasts and her breaths so hot on the back of my neck. In no time, we were naked together. Her boobs were double the size of mine. And so was her thighs and pudendum. Being a northerner and well fed, she was in total contrast in size and color of me, a southerner. A beautiful girl she was, and in her birthday suit she looked a real bomb.

She downed me on my back. Her hairs were loose. And when she eclipsed me with her nakedness, her locks cascaded and covered my face. Within its shade she robbed my lips with her mouth and tongued into me. And down below, she rubbed my mound with her hot one as if to set alight my moss, but dampened it with her gushing gash.

"Want mommy to show you her love, my little lass?" she purred.

"Hmmm." I moaned and entwined her with my limbs and crushed her against me. It was my first ever involvement in sex with another person. And so what if it happened to be a girl?

She traveled down me with her wet kisses; kneaded my breasts with her palms and fingers and sucked at, with half of them filled her mouth. At my navel, she swirled and pried with her tongue. And then at the wet eagerness of the valley of my thighs, I received her soft mouth.

I raised my legs, folded at my knees, and presented her my little rose as a token of my love. I kept up my head to observe her lovemaking. She planted a warm wet kiss right on my slit. A shiver ran through my body. She lifted her head then and looked into my eyes with a mischievous smile. A blush crept into my cheeks.

She licked her lips and said, "Want mommy to love you deep, honey?"

I didn't speak out, but ran my hands around my buttocks and, with my own fingers, pulled apart my pussy lips and bumped up.

"You little impatient whore!" she laughed and dived into my valley. Her tongue swept through my canyon. I let go my pussy lips to cling around her hunting tongue and ran my fingers through her locks. She got hold of my pleasure button and, on and around it, fluttered her tongue like a butterfly. I lifted up my hips and rubbed my gorge against her chin. She mouthed up my pussy lips and chewed them as if sucking at a mango slit. I pushed more of my pussy up into her eager mouth and was seized by a tremor. O Ambe (mother goddess)..!

And then she ploughed in with her tongue to enter me, but... she raised her head and wondered, "My God, you've not broken in yet!"

"Had you, then?" I inquired in a mocking silly voice.

She flashed her teeth, raised herself, moved on top in a 69 position and presented me with her cunt and said, "Find out the truth you yourself."

I didn't know how to assess. She inserted a single finger into my oozing hole and said, "Look! Your hole is not even big enough to receive a single slender finger. Now find out how many fingers you can put into mommy's sheath."

I put one, two, three fingers easily into her abyss and it was slippery like a butter pot that may admit even more fingers. I knew the answer right away, but remained shocked to ask.

With my three fingers inside her she tossed a merry laugh and declared, "Mommy is broken in, you know...long back...with thick real cocks."

I didn't miss to notice the plural use. I sighed at her gapping cave, but kissed at its slush to show her that I was not a square and thus commenced my first licking exercise.

"Ah, that's it, suck my pussy and make mommy happy. I'll fix a fatty cock, in return, to break in your virgin pussy."

Her vulgar speech heightened my lust. I eagerly licked and sucked at her odd sourness. She dived again into my pussy and feasted there with all her skills. I was not able to hold it for long. Raising my hips I groaned. My groans muffled into the fleshy folds of her cunt. And I released flood after flood into her slurping mouth. Buried my face into her cunt I whimpered like a kitten. After licking for some more time, she got off me. I huddled into her bosom and she cuddled me and we kissed.

"Sorry, Devika, I made you miss your practical class." she apologized.

"A better one we had, Bhavana." I blushed.

"Would you then accept me as your guide and instructor?"

"You are my teacher. You are my lover."

1.1

Bhavana was a day scholar for she lived in the city. I had to be a hosteller for my home was three hours journey away. My two other roommates used to be off the room all evenings, doing some additional courses. In that way Bhavana and I got plenty of time to be together in our lovemaking. Her parents, it seemed, never mind her arriving home late in the night.

One day she took me to her home. I felt shy to interact with her people, but they displayed warmth and affection. That made me relaxed. Her parents looked very young, unbelievably. I told them so and they were pleased at my observations. They insisted me to come to their house quite often. I capitalized on that and fell in love with Rahul, Bhavana's brother, a handsome boy.

Rahul was 19 years old, just 1 year elder than me. He was doing his second year in commerce. Bhavana helped us, as a go between, in our love and in a short time Rahul and I became intimate.

Soon I came to learn that Bhavana and Rahul were not of the same womb, but only stepsister and stepbrother. Bhavana was born of Saroj but not of Dev. And Rahul was the son of Dev but not of Saroj.

That could be a reason why Bhavana and Rahul behave more like friends than as sister and brother.

Even after my involvement with Rahul, I didn't give up my lesbian love with Bhavana. When we do lovemaking, she used to finger fuck me, in between cunnilingus, telling me that she had to make my hole wide enough to receive her brother's cock. Thus she made my cunt to accommodate two of her fingers in onemonth time. My love with Rahul deepened meanwhile; and we started necking now and then. I decided to lose my cherry with him.

When vacation started, I didn't proceed to my native, but moved into Bhavana's house, with an intention on the back of my mind to trap Rahul in between my thighs. Bhavana's parents were happy to have me as their guest.

Next day, Rahul took me to a movie. Bhavana too accompanied. In the darkness of the movie hall, Rahul started fondling my breasts. It would be his wont if we gained some privacy. On that particular day at movie hall, while he was playing with my boobs, Bhavana received a call at her mobile phone. And she left the hall to attend to her call. At once Rahul moved his hand on and in between my thighs. Conveniently I was with a skirt and a loose top on that day. I was also eager to feel his fingers at my naked pussy. So I rolled my skirt up and allowed him to fondle my pussy over my panty. But that led us to yearn to have more. I removed my panty and put it in my hand back. Then in no time I felt his thick fingers allover my hot mound. I slipped down on my seat, pushing my buttocks to the edge of the seat. That gave him more access and he inserted his middle finger into my vagina and finger fucked me.

Meanwhile, he took my hand and placed it on his rock-hard cock, freed out of his pants. First time I touched a cock. A thrill ran through my body. Fortunately, there was not much crowd on that day and none at the row behind. I was just holding his erection. I didn't know what to do. He guided my hand to clasp around and pump his cock up and down. I did as he guided and got soiled my hand with a thin sticky secretion. And meanwhile he bathed his finger with my juices by finger fucking me. Unusual circumstances heightened my pleasure. I stifled my groans, stuffing my mouth with his shirt. I thought I was in heaven, but my bad luck, Bhavana retuned by then.

I lowered my skirt and he covered his thing with his hand-kerchief. I felt, out of shame, that it would be better if I could escape that situation for a few minutes at least. I begged excuse and went for toilet and had to spend some time to cool down my emotions. I put on my panty and, walking around the lobby, entered the cinema from the opposite end. In doing so, I lost my sense of location and moved accidentally through the row behind where I was sitting. Then, to my shock, I witnessed... Bhavana, sitting next to Rahul, was running her hand up and down her brother's cock. I froze. In that very instant, Bhavana lowered her head and took her brother's enlarged member into her mouth and...

I ran out in distress, chocked with tears.

On the way back, I didn't talk much. I feigned I was not feeling well. As soon as the dinner was over, I retired to my bed. I couldn't sleep. All my dreams about marrying Rahul were broken. To whom I could represent my case? Bhavana's mother was an affectionate person, of course. But how could I shock a caring mother by revealing her c***dren's i****tuous secret? Silent tears welled up and burned down my cheeks.

I didn't know when I went to sleep. Suddenly I woke up. I thought I heard somebody was crying. The room was so dark. I heard again the wailing. A fear raised in me. I switched on the lights. Bhavana was not there. I went out. Rahul's room was in dark, but there was light in their parent's bedroom. I heard noises coming out of it. I shouldn't have done it, but out of curiosity I approached there and peeped in.

Saroj aunty was naked and sucking at Dev uncle's cock. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and uncle was standing in front. It might be a common sight between a husband and wife, but to me, a first timer, it was a visual spell that charmed me in. As I was looking, Saroj aunty pulled away her mouth from uncle's cock and said, "Dev is ready, Bhavana."

I strained a bit more and found to my shock, on the same bed, Bhavana was jumping up and down, splitting her pussy on Rahul's upstanding cock.

My head started dizzying.

Dev uncle climbed on the bed and seized Bhavana's jumping breasts. And she ceased from her jumping and yielded to her stepfather's pull. Her hand voluntarily went down and grabbed at Dev uncle's erection. And uncle kissed her on her mouth. She dismounted her stepbrother and submitted herself to the embrace of her stepfather.

Rahul, in turn, went into the inviting hands of his stepmother. And aunt Saroj drew two pillows; pushed them under her buttocks, to position her cunt elevated, and pulled Rahul on top. Rahul grabbed aunt's big boobs and entered her up-opened cunt with his virile wet cock. Aunt shouted, "Chodho mujjhe beta, jor se chodho. Chodhke chodhke, pod do mommy ki choot (Ah, fuck me my boy. Fuck mommy hard and rend her cunt)."

Bhavana, meanwhile, freed herself from Dev uncle's embrace and moved on her knees and elbows and locked her mouth to her mother's lips. Dev uncle moved behind Bhavana, grabbed her hips and knocked at her pussy door with the fist his cock. Bhavana lifted her head, tilted and threw her stepfather an inviting smile. And uncle entered her from behind.

Rahul moved up and down into aunt Saroj. And uncle Dev moved to and fro into Bhavana. And all of them moved and moaned.

With dizzying head I slogged back to my room, sat on the bed to get me back composed. Then I packed up my things and came out of the front door. I hid my bag behind a portico pillar and went up to the gate and awakened the watchman, who was sleeping already.

"Can you get me some tablets for headache, watch-man."

"But, memsaaheb, at this night... one has to go to the main road to locate a medical shop opened."

"You have to, please. It's killing me. I don't want to bother others. I'll wait here at the gate till you return."

He gave in. I gave him money. As soon as he turned the corner, I, with my bag, climbed and jumped over the gate and escaped. I could get an auto-rickshaw to Central Bus Stand and a bus from there to my native place.

1.2

The sky broke down that night and trees fell down all along the highway. My journey, thus hindered, took almost a full day and I could reach my town only on the next day night. I became dead tired of the tedious journey. I wanted to run in to the soothing hands of my mother. My mother was of a noble character. She could have remarried when my father expired, but she decided to give up all her pleasures solely to bring-up my elder brother Anand and me, her only c***dren. What a great soul she is, I thought, among the filthy people like Bhavana and family!

Our house was on the bank of a pond. The town was already gone to sleep. A small town it was. I walked on the bank towards my house and it was pitch-dark. Frogs croaked in high pitch. Chances of snakes crossing my path were more. I walked up with my heart at my throat. All of a sudden rain battered again and I was drenched in no time. Luckily light shone in my house. I knocked at the door, but no answer. Probably the noise of the rain would have drowned my knocking sound or else my mother and Anand would have slept already, leaving the lights on.

The light was coming from the kitchen window. I went around to that window. The window was bolted from inside and the glasses were tainted. But I could spot a broken triangle-shaped slot in one of the glasses. I fixed one of my eyes on the slot and peeped in.

First it was not clear, but when it became clear it crashed on me as a thunderbolt. My mother was leaning forward, pressing her abdomen against the kitchen slab and her white sari was hiked well above her hips. Big orbs of her buttocks were jutting behind. And against them was slapping again and again the flat abdomen of my brother, driving his thick penis in and out of her depths. Her blouse being unbuttoned, her big boobs were overflowing his kneading fingers. And sinking his teeth on her bare shoulders, Anand was attacking at her yielding point, violently, like a wild cat. With eyes closed and face upturned, exposing her upper row of white teeth, my mother seemed to be enthralled in their love game.

I collapsed on the wet earth and remained there till I got strength to get up. I limbed back to the bank of the pond and walked away from my home. Frogs all around heckled at me. I wept along my way.

I didn't know where to go or what to do. Walking back u*********sly to the junction, I phoned up involuntarily to Bhavana's home.

"What's got into you, bagli (made girl)," shouted Bhavana from the other end, but her mother's voice interrupted. I cried. "Are you alright, Devika? Don't worry, I'll come over there and pick you up, where are you, my c***d?"

I wept bitterly. "On the national highway, auntie, under the cross flyover, south of city."

1.3

I was brought back to Bhavana's home. I buried my face in Soroj auntie's bosom and washed down my sorrows with my tears. And I narrated her, in between my sobs, my brief spell of sex that ended in... "I'm sorry auntie, I'm unable to make it out... first, here, you and uncle with your c***dren...and then, there, my own mother and brother..." I stuttered.

"I understand your shock, my c***d, but you'll overcome it when you come to realize the corruption of love in society. We'll show you a way-out."

"Isn't it wrong, then?"

"There is nothing wrong, neither in our relationships nor in that of your own mother and brother."

"Auntie...!?"

"But tell me first, why did you call on us when you got disillusioned with your mother and brother?"

"I don't know, because I called on you only on impulse. May be having such relationship with ones step c***dren is not so... comparatively"

She smiled and said, "Comparison is good when it leads one to get close. Take some rest, baby. Later we meet."

1.4

I didn't know how long I slept. I woke up to hear some familiar voices. When I entered the hall, I found my mother and brother, chit chatting with others in a gay mood. I didn't understand how come they arrived there.

Spotted me, my mother ran up and took me in a breath-blocking hug. "Oh, my darling, you're a c***d of mother goddess. You'd brought us back luck and everything. You've made us happy;" my mother was overflowing with joy and said, "Dev uncle seeks your hand in marriage with his son."

Aunt Saroj walked over to us, took my hand and led me aside. "Let her have something to eat, first."

Once I had ate and settled down, they all surrounded me. Aunt Saroj took me to her bosom and kissed me so affectionately. "You don't know what you've done to us. I love you... love you so much."

I felt like a k** over-loved. I said, "I don't understand, auntie, the way the life takes shape around me."

"Nothing to worry, the life takes shape around you in a fine way," Saroj aunty assured me. "To clear the cobweb off your mind, I'm going to tell you a story: my own story. Even Bhavana and Rahul are not revealed of it till now, but the time has come."

Saroj aunty cast a look at Dev uncle. He nodded his head in approval. And she started narrating:

2. Sarojadevi

We were three c***dren to our parents: meri didi (my elder sister), mera bada bhai (my elder brother) and me the youngest. I don't know what happened between my parents, but my mother left us and went somewhere when we were very young. Our father brought us up. When I was around 15, my elder sister too had run away from home. Our dad though was upset, never failed to care for us.

At 18, after school final, I fell in love with a neighbor. He was ten years older than me; jobless too. But love is so blind it doesn't calculate. My lover was insisting me to run away with him, because my father will never allow us to marry. I hesitated to do so for I didn't want to hurt my dad.

And one day I went for a picnic with a few of my schoolmates. On the way, twenty km away from our town, our vehicle developed some problem and we had to give up our tour. All other friends phoned up their home to pick them up. I too phoned up and my brother arrived there with his bike.

While driving home, suddenly it started raining. Others, left earlier, could have reached home already. We spotted an old structure, a bit away from the highway. My brother and I decided to shelter there till the rain stops, but before we reached the building we were completely drenched.

The building looked like an ancient temple ruined by the course of time. Surprisingly the interior was clean, swept by the forest wind. My brother removed his cloths, squeezed out the water and started drying his hairs. I blushed looking at him only in his brief, wet with his bulge outlined.

'What are you waiting for?' my brother shouted at me. 'Remove your wet clothes and get dried or else you'll catch cold.'

I hesitated.

He laughed at me. 'Look, I'm only your brother. It's insulting to imagine me in any other way.'

Then I disrobed and squeezed the water out of my cloths, clad only in my bra and panty. But I felt a sudden change in the atmosphere. I looked up at my brother. I could feel the burning of his eyes on my skin. I lowered my eyes. Oh goddess! Clinging wet, my white bra and panty left nothing underneath to hide. Even the soft moss of my pubic hair was clearly visible.

I turned away from my brother out of shame, but the next moment I felt his nearness behind me. He held me by my shoulders and pressed his whole body against mine. I felt his hardness on my bums. I shivered. The cold wind blown across helped only to increase the fever in me.

He turned me to face him. And then pressed his lips against mine and locked me in a fiery kiss. I yielded. He pushed down his brief and guided my hand to his cock. I broke the kiss and looked down. He was huge! And it jerked its head upward like a wild lizard. I was a bit frightened by its temper. But he moved close and held my breasts. I didn't retreat. He unhooked my bra and my panty followed. The wet wind had a free kiss on my exposed mounds.

In that moment, the sky flashed a lightning and the deity inside the sanctum sanctorum was revealed. And it was a goddess in her nakedness.

He lowered me on my back on the cold surface of the granite block. Then he laid his naked body on mine. I opened my thighs to receive him, but a virgin he too was. And, alas, he couldn't connect himself to the target. I put my hand in between and guided his cock-head into my pussy hole. It nudged in about an inch, but was prevented there by my virgin veil.

On the stonewall, the rain battered furiously.

My brother lost his patience in no time. With a vengeance he pinned me down and smashed my pit with his steel hard prick. A sharp pain ripped through me and I wailed in high pitch only to be drowned by the roaring rain.

'Leave me, you devil, you're killing me.' I cried.

But he didn't heed. He was driving his fiery monster through my burning notch. I couldn't bear with the pain. I tried to kick him off and free myself, but he was too much strong to get rid of. He fucked me with an aggression as if a butcher had a blunt knife at his worktable.

Unable to push him off, with tears running down my cheeks, I endured under my bother. And he, as if in a ****, attacked my cunt with his merciless cock and filled my virgin hole with his flaming fluid.

When he heaved off me, I inspected my aching pussy and found my blood flowing down stained with his surplus semen. I wept over it like as a wounded c***d. My brother tried to cheer up me, but I pushed him off and hated him.

The next day I ran away from home with my lover.

2.1

My lover took me to Kanpur, where his friend Surjit lived. My lover had a hope that his friend would find him a job. The house, where Surjit lived was behind the cinema Deoki Palace. Surjit was a sardar – a sikh. He was also about the age of my lover, but he had married already and had two k**s. When we arrived at his, his wife had gone to deliver his third at her mother's house. Despite, the sardar-friend invited us in to his house and did all possible to make us feel at home. We were given a separate bedroom and in that very night, my lover and I celebrated our first night.

My lover was not as big as my brother in that department. His was only half the size of my brother's. And I didn't feel any pain when I was involved with his thing. My lover was very happy after having sex with me. He said that he was lucky to have an angel like me and promised that he would never leave me until his death.

Sardarji took my lover to three four firms and succeeded in finding him jobs, but my lover didn't get into the groove, saying that those jobs were not to his taste. Sardarji didn't lose his patience but gave my lover his consent and pocket money to go anywhere into the city and seek a job to his taste.

My lover then made it a routine to go out early in the morning and come back late in the night. Like that, it went up to a month and yet he couldn't find himself a suitable job. Sardarji didn't raise it as an issue, but I started losing my patience. My lover had stopped long back having sex with me, because he arrived every night dead tired.

One day I told our sardarji that I wanted to go to Gangaji (river Ganges) and have a snaan (bath) and pray her to bless us. He took me to Ganges. The river was at its spate because of the recent rains. The water was red in color and at tremendous speed. Sardarji too stepped in for the sake of my protection. Even as I took my very first dip, I was pulled down by the current and I had to get hold of sardar's hand. And he was on my downstream and the Ganges pushed me against him. In steadying me, accidentally, he caught hold of my breast. Our eyes met. I could read the disturbance in his look.

Though I was only eighteen and yet to be married, I was wearing a sari to pose as a married woman. In the turbulence of Ganges I found that sari was not a convenient dress. It exposed my thighs. I don't wear panties under sari while indoor. And on that day I proceeded out as such, forgetting to wear a panty.

When I took my second dip it happened. Water pulled me down and when I struggled to get up it pushed my sari up above my hips exposing the matted mound of my cunt. Sardar was stunned at my exhibit, but pulled me up in time. Our eyes met. I could recognize the fire in his look.

Suddenly it brought up the memories of my brother. I could feel the burning of his eyes on my skin. 'Bhaiya (brother)' I murmured to me.

'Did you say something?' Sardar asked.

'Nothing, let's go.'

'But the third dip remains.'

I looked into his eyes. They were boring into me. 'O.K. then, let me complete it. Hold me.' I told him and tied the pallu (border of the sari that covers the breasts) around my waist, baring my boobs. And from behind he put his hands through my armpits to hold me. And I took the third and final dip. He didn't miss his chance that time. He moved his hand under water and held me firmly by my boobs. And I didn't shy away, but in submission prolonged my third dip.

All the way back home, sardar was after me as a honey trapped bee. When we reached home, to our surprise, my lover was waiting there. And his face was gleaming full of his teeth. 'I got the job, at last, Surjit.'

'Really? The dip in Ganges yielded the result so fast?' Sardar wondered. On that night my lover had sex with me, but in my mind's eye it was only Sardarji.

The next day my lover joined duty, but Sardar took leave and said he wanted to go and have a visit on his wife. Before leaving he took care to water the flower plants that his wife was growing in pots around the house.

'Why troubling you, bhaai sahib (big brother), won't I do all these?' I said.

'But watering is a men's job.' He replied.

I didn't understand him. I thought that it was one of sardarji's absurdities. 'Even if your wife were here, you only do it?' I wanted to know.

'Only I have to water my wife's garden, no? If you permit, I can water yours too.'

That struck me and a hot wave seized up my body. I turned to go in, but at the doorstep, I turned back and cast him an inviting glance and went in. He followed me. He was a big man. He swept me of my legs and carried me in to his bedroom. I would say that he almost tore my cloths. He might have starved so long after his wife left for delivery.

His cock was huge, as huge as that of my brother. Yet when he entered me it didn't create any pain. He fucked with force. I didn't know why, but in his place suddenly appeared my own brother's face. And by all means the fuck was excellent, not like the ones I had with my lover.

'Bhaiyaa, O bhaiyaa...' I moaned through out the fuck; and received his strokes with an unexplainable feeling of nostalgia.

And soon I climaxed. And it was tremendous. I climaxed for the first time in my life. The acts I had my lover were nothing. Sardar emptied his lava into my cavern and dismounted me.

'Ooph, kya cheez hai! Ithnee tight aur ektham garam choot hum dekha bhi nahi aur chodha bhi nahi. (Ooph, what a rarity! I had never come across nor fucked a pussy so tight and totally hot)' Sardar exclaimed.

In that same day itself we fucked four times. Sardar cancelled his trip to visit his wife. While we were making love, I called him 'bhaiyaa (brother)' again and again. He took it natural, because that was how I called him in front of others. But it connected me to a past painful experience, being converted then in my mind's eye, into a pleasure that gave me a secret satisfaction.

Our fucking went like that nearly for a month, but was discovered one day by my lover and he deserted us leaving us a letter. Sardar consoled and promised me that he would look after me. But my lover didn't leave it there. He went straight to sardar's wife and told her everything. Sardarini arrived there with her relatives, and drove me away with a broomstick thrashing.

2.2

I returned home with a high fever. I had to do a ticket less travel by the train. I couldn't have anything to eat and I had my periods too.

My dad was a living god, I must say. He didn't ask me anything about. He took me into his embrace and said, 'Never mind. Tell the neighbors that you were spending your holidays at a relative.' And I wept uncontrollably on his shoulders.

My brother on the other hand was angry with me. He didn't even speak to me. And one day after I regained my health, when we were alone, I wanted to know from my brother why he was so. He cast me a glance full of hatred.

I didn't give up. He was sitting on a sofa in the main hall. I went and hugged him from behind. He got up as if he had come in to contact with an ugly thing. I went around and faced him. His eyes were red and his lips were quivering and he was in the edge of crying. In that moment I understood his love. I collapsed at his feet and cried myself.

We were like that for quite some time. Then he lifted me up and asked in a tiny voice, 'Why did you do that on me?'

I only wept.

He pulled me to him. And I crushed him in a tight embrace. Then we kissed. It was a deep wet kiss of long separated lovers. We collapsed on the sofa, him over me. I myself undressed and offered him my nakedness.

He was not violent this time as he was before. He fondled my breasts and sucked at them. I freed his cock and ran my hand along its length. We were kissing again and again. I opened up my thighs and murmured in his ear, "Enter, brother, the gate which you opened a month back."

He fumbled this time also. Poor boy, he didn't venture out as I did. I took his cock and guided it into me. He immersed into me up to his balls. Secretions seeped out of my hole.

'Oh, my goddess, isn't this I longed for? Why did I run away so foolishly? Fuck me brother, fuck your foolish sister as hard as you can and punish her stupid cunt with your enraged cock.'

At my words he moved his cock, in and out of my weeping sheath and kissed my lips and said, 'Oh, Saroj, you don't know how much I love you. I was longing to fuck you ever since semen started forming up at my balls. And you ran out on me only to insult and make my love meaningless.'

'I ran out only to realize that there is no true love in the outer world. I'm sorry sorry sorry. Now I've come back to give all of mine to you. Fuck me and empty the semen load that has accumulated for me in your balls.'

He increased his force and gave me nice strokes. I raised my hips and received them deeply. My cunt clung to his hitting cock and wept sweetly around it, on their reunion. His hands kneaded my breasts and his tongue probed into my mouth. I ruffled and pulled at his hairs, affectionately.

It went on and on and at one point suddenly he shouted that he was coming and doubled his speed. Immediately my dam also started breaking and I whimpered and bumped up my cunt to receive him more. He groaned and drove hard and, in to my depths, his cock swelled and gushed in hot streams.

I bound him to me with my long legs. We remained like that, I don't know for how long.

'Unbelievable! The pleasure down there in the depths of your slimy hot pussy!' He exclaimed.

'Unbelievable too, the spell of a brother's cock to raise the pleasure from the depths of his sister's pussy!' I quipped.

And we laughed. By then his cock stirred again in the shelter of my sheath. We exchanged a meaningful look. When his rod extended into my depth, I swayed my hip up and down to invite him for a second fuck. With a pleasing expression on his face he engaged himself in the task. We swam into the depth of bliss.

After that beautiful encounter, we became real lovers. I was bubbling of my love. Our dad was happy at my change. He encouraged my brother to take me out. Poor dad, he didn't have an iota of an idea of his c***dren's love. And we were fucking behind his back.

But every good thing has its sad end. We failed to take enough care, of course. On the same sofa in the main hall, where we started our sexploration, we were having a quickie one day with our dress on, opened only at our groins. We heard a throat clearing. And there in the doorstep was standing our dad. And my brother rolled off me, fell down on the floor, sprung up and ran out of the house pushing away my dad in the doorway.

And he returned not thereafter.

2.3

Locking my door I wept and wept. I couldn't find any solace. One day my father entered my room, sat on my bed and placing my head on his lap, spoke to me in a soothing soft voice, 'It's not at all my fault, my c***d. I never expected that situation. You see, I didn't even raise my voice nor condemned it. Poor boy scared himself and ran away. I don't know why this happens only to me: first it was your mother, then your elder sister and then you and now this boy, why people always running away from me? Will you at least care to stay with this poor old man or...?' And he broke down.

I was at a loss and pained by his utterances. I hugged his neck and wept with him. 'No, papa, never again; the world outside is no good. And moreover I do love you.'

'Thank you, my darling.' He hugged me with tears running down and kissed my forehead.

I waited him to recover and asked in a tiny voice, 'And you don't disapprove our relationship, I mean, between me and my brother?'

'Why should I, darling, when I myself had engaged in such relationships?' He said in a matter of fact voice.

'My goodness, what do you mean, papa?'

'It's an old story of another time.'

'Would you mind to expound it?'

He cast a long look on me, sighed and started narrating his history:

2.3.1

"I was 22 years old then, just completed my college. I wanted to go for a job, but my dad told me to look after the family shop. There was not much work for two people in a small shop. And I used to spend most of my time idling in my home. I was the only c***d for my parents.

"One day, it seemed, my mother noticed my restlessness. She called me for a card game with her. I agreed. My mother was good at the game. We played for money. I had an edge over her and won in the end.

"Next day she didn't agree to bet on money, because it was not my own earning but theirs. She suggested that the loser had to kiss the winner, wherever the winner wanted the loser to do so, even if it happened to be the winner's feet. Out of gambling thrill, I accepted her suggestion.

"We started our play. And she was not the one of previous day. She won every game. She demanded me to kiss her feet first. I did. There is nothing wrong in kissing one's own mother's feet. To the next win, she hiked her sari and told me to kiss her knees. I did. But to the third win, she hiked her sari up above her waist and exposed her shaved cunt. It looked like a pav roti (an Indian bread). My cock hardened immediately.

"Leaning on the hand rest of the sofa, where we were playing the cards, she spread her thighs. Her cunt unfolded its petals like a hibiscus flower. I was thrilled at the developments, but hesitated at the same time.

'Come on, loser, kiss me here.' She pointed right at her cunt.

'But, ma...'

'What is there to fuss? It is the sacred place from where you came out to this world.' My mom announced in a proud voice. 'You must be grateful to get a chance like this to worship and please your birth place.'

"I slipped of the sofa and knelt on the floor. She ran her fingers through my hair, affectionately. She positioned herself conveniently to present her cunt to my advantage. Its pinkish opening was gleaming with its excessive wetness. I placed my hands on her thighs and they were feverishly hot. She might have sexed-up already. I lowered my head and felt her heat and scent even before I made the contact. I kissed on her shaven white mound and looked up. Mom smiled at me and signaled, waggling her tongue. I smiled back and obeyed. First I kissed squarely on her flowered slit and then licked the whole wet patch.

"My mother groaned, 'Ah, baby, that's it. Eat my cunt. Eat your beloved birth place.'

"I dived into her cleft and licked and fucked her with my tongue. In between her groaning, my mom, as a true mother in training her c***d, instructed and guided me in my first ever cunnilingus. I did as she demanded and she was full of praise for me.

'Now, take my clit between your lips and nibble at it as if it were a prick and provoke it with your tongue.' She instructed.

"I followed.

"In no time she vibrated at her cuntal region, pulled at my hairs and flooded my mouth and chin with her hot thin juices. I went on licking, but she stopped me, pulled me up and kissed my lips. 'Thank you, darling' she said. 'What a nice manner you pleased your birth place!'

"And she was about to cover and get up. I was alarmed. 'Is that all, ma? Isn't there any other manner to do my service to please my birth place?' I pleaded her on the brink of tears.

"My mother laughed and winked at and assured me in a husky voice. 'Don't worry; I promise you a fuck...in...my...cunt, but tell me first, how many girls you've had so far?'

'How many?! Oh ma, don't be so cruel. Why making fun of me?'

'What is fun about it? You're 22 and have friends in the opposite sex too, no?'

'But, ma, they're only friends; mere friends.'

'And no sex?'

'No sex.'

'Swear on me.'

'I swear.' I put my hand on her head.

"She made me stand and pulled my trousers down and my brief. My cock sprang up and nearly slapped at her face.

'Oh, my...what a cock!' Mom took it in her hand, pushed back its foreskin and inspected the vain underneath that connects the stem and the glans. 'Well, it's intact.'

"I was confused by her act and was impatient to have some action. She appeared to be not in a hurry. She got up, picked up the phone, dialed and started speaking to someone.

'Good news! Swargadwaar (gateway of heaven) calls on us.'

'..............'

'Yes, he is.'

'..............'

'Yes, it's very much intact.'

"Mom hung up the phone and turned her attention again on me. I was trying to soothe my restless cock by running my hand over it. She reached me with a smile and pushed me down on the sofa. Kneeling in between my legs, she held my cock, bent her head and took my cock-head in to her mouth. Aha, what a warmth! And what a heavenly feeling it was!

"Taking three four suck at my cock, mom pulled of her mouth and asked, 'May I seek my son a promise?'

'A promise!' I wondered. 'What's it, ma?'

'That your first fuck would be performed only in my cunt.'

'Ah, what a sweet request! I promise. When is it, ma, now? I'm dying to.'

'Be patient, lover boy. Prior to it, a pooja (ritual) is to be performed.'

'A pooja? What for?'

'To defile you, my son.' I heard my dad's voice.

"I turned around and was shocked to see my dad at the doorstep. A shiver seized me and I tried to get up, but my mom held me still. My dad came around and sat by my side casually. He put his hand around my shoulder and kissed my temple.

'Look, what a growth your son has.' Mom sought my dad's attention to the cock in her hand.

'My goddess, it's titanic!' Dad took my cock from mom's hand and ran his fingers to its length. 'Goddess Swargadwaarika has shaped this so big to serve and please his birth place.'

"My mother blushed at his words. 'And already he is dying to serve.' She said in a mocking voice.

'By the name of goddess, aren't you then?' my father scoffed at my mother.

"That made my mother to blush even more. She took my erection from my father's hand and played with its foreskin, pushing it back and forth.

"Dad put his hand around my shoulder and gave me a hug. 'Look at mom; she blushes like a newlywed virgin. Take my word, my son; she is going to give overtime to your young wand.'

"My mother hit him playfully. And they laughed. It was such a beautiful family scene, etched in my mind.

'Alright, give some relief to his long longing lollypop.' Dad pushed down mom's head over my upstanding prick.

"Mom O-ed her mouth and in-took my erection. She wrapped it around my shaft and gave pressure here and there. I groaned. Dad patted my shoulder and encouraged me. I lifted my buttocks and moved my cock in and out of her mouth. She looked up, mouthful, and smiled at me with her big eyes. I tried to push in more of my piston. But she controlled its stroke length by grabbing at its base.

"Dad got up and slipped out of his dress. His cock was standing straight and it was not far smaller than mine. He went behind mom, raised her dress above her hips and entered her from behind.

'Ah, I never had your pussy so hot and so slushy. Can a mother get excited this much mouthing her son's cock?' My dad exclaimed.

"Mom looked up at me and winked.

Holding her hips, dad fucked her from behind. Mom swayed. And that made her mouth moved back and forth on my cock. It looked as if she was driven at the same time by two engines: one by her son and another by her son's father. In between, my father stretched his hand and we shook hands. And we laughed. Mommy pinched at my thighs playfully. I was fully relaxed and fucked her mouth free of any guilt. She tightened her mouth around my cock, by gripping it with her jaws, and scrapped the length with her teeth. In between, she tickled the tip and its small slit with the tip of her tongue. My balls boiled up and I felt that I couldn't hold any more. I held her head and fucked fast her clamped mouth and then ejaculated, with a wild groan. Mom clasped her lips around and didn't allow even a single drop to escape. Gulping down all my discharge, she kept on sucking at my cock until it loses its temper. When mom let my cock to go, I raised her face and kissed her mouth. She smiled beautifully and winked at me.

"Dad seemed met his end point long back. He was fully dressed and sitting on the sofa, watching us absorbedly.

'Thank you, ma, and thank you, papa.' I said.

'Welcome, dear.' They sang in chorus.

2.3.2

"And, after a month, on an auspicious day they took me on a travel to our kulswamy (family deity). Swargadwaarika was the name of the deity and the shrine was called Swargadwaar (gateway of heaven), in the Himalayas. A difficult travel it was. My parents said that only with the company of a virgin (and I was the virgin that time) people could find the way; else, it will be lost. A crane sent by the goddess, they told, would show us the way.

"Our bad luck, heavy rain lashed the Himalayan region and landslides occurred and blocked our route. It was a disappointment for my parents. On my account, they hoped they could visit swargadwaar. For them it was only a disappointment, but it was a heartrending setback for me as I was dreaming all those days of my first ever fuck with my mom.

"On our way back, we stopped at the Nagnadevika (naked goddess) temple, near our town. Worship in that temple was stopped long back by general public, believing that it had an evil spell. But the temple, my parents said, was one such as Swargadwaar in spirit.

"I was undressed and laid on my back in front of the naked goddess with my cock pointing up the sky. Mom undressed and standing naked with folded hands said her prayers first. She looked as curved as the goddess herself in her nakedness. My father knelt beside me and bathed my upstanding cock with honey we brought. My mom came around and crouched over me. She positioned the slit of her cunt just above the tip of my cock and stayed. My father dipped his middle finger in the honey cup and then in my mom's orifice to wet it too with honey. And my mom placed her cunt petals on my 'ling' and, with her eyes closed, slid down to swallow my entire length in to her depth.

'Bhagwati Swargadwaarike! Nagnadevike!' shouted my father.

"And with that, my mother started her fucking on my cock. All through the fucking my parents were chanting a mantra. And it was a lovely, long lasting, heavenly fuck. When I started ejaculating, with a groan, the mantra jumped on to my tongue and, I too chanted it out, pumping up my mother's cunt and filling up her womb.

"That's how I was initiated and made a lover of my own mother by my own father, whom I came to know, later, as her own brother.

2.4

When my father concluded with his narration, I was so sexed up to bounce on any cock, but then luckily I had my father's cock, stirred up by his own narration.

'What a family tale!' I commented. 'Would you mind to link the lineage down to your daughter, dad?'

He placed his hands on my boobs and gave them an affectionate squeeze. 'Actually I wanted to take you to Swargadwaar and take your cherry there, but you spoiled everything by running away and loosing it with an outsider. Our dream to visit Swargadwaar remains unfulfilled.' My father sighed.

'I'm sorry, papa, but I lost my cherry even before I ran away, and that too only to my brother. It happened in the temple ruins 20 km away from here, where a naked goddess resides as deity.'

'Is it? Thank goddess, we are saved then. It's the same temple, the temple of Nagnadevika, where my mom initiated me,' dad was exited.

He scooped me up and kissed my mouth. I put down my hand and squeezed his cock under his dress. Dad had me laid across the bed in such a way that my legs were touching the floor. He moved in between my legs and started pulling down my garments. I lifted my buttocks to make his task easy. On seeing my naked pussy, his eyes sparkled.

'Like it?' I lifted my groin a bit up.

'I love it, honey,' my dad ran his tongue over his lips.

I swayed my hip in an inviting way. He lowered his head and occupied my pussy. Whipping my clit with his experienced tongue, he raised me swiftly to the pleasure flow. His probing and jabbing kept me afloat for a prolonged time. It was my first experience in yielding my pussy for a tongue. And my father, trained by my grand mother, took me to the peak. I raised my melting cunt and rubbed it against my father's mouth, holding his head with my both hands. In that moment, my abdomen muscles convulsed in ripples and my up heaved cunt surged out its sweet hot juices. I had become so tender down there and I shoved off my father's head.

Before I settled down of my sweet sensations, my father got up, got rid of his cloths and entered my cunt hole with his big pole. I felt its girth stretching out my vaginal walls and its tip deep up to my navel line. Shock and thrill out of it triggered in me an immediate climax. I moaned and moaned.

'You're too big to me, papa,' I spoke out.

'I won't rush things and will be kind to you, my c***d,' dad assured.

'I didn't mean that. This cunt-stretching itself is more than enough was what I meant by that.'

'But you see your poor papa has to empty his balls.'

'Who prevents you? Tear me down, if you want. Fuck the hell out of me, dad, I'm all yours.'

He thanked me and started his engine. My sheath never stopped lubricating him. All through the fuck he was praising the tightness of my lubricating hot cunt. In between, he babbled about another tight cunt, which I didn't care to decipher. I clung to him and encouraged him to loot me. And in short time he raised me to a massive orgasm and into my quaking pussy he flooded, in hot spurt, his stored up seeds.

I didn't allow him to disengage. I confined him in my arms and legs. He continued his sucking at my breasts until his cock shrunk to its normal size. And then I let him go.

He filled up nicely the emptiness left out by my brother. We moved into a same room and lived like a husband and wife. In a month time I was found conceived. I was not sure that whose seed it was. No doubt, it was not of that my so-called lover or of that sardar. My periods, I had in my return journey, ruled out that. Either it had to be of my brother or of my father. When I told my father my concern, he only laughed. He said that it was immaterial as long as it was within our family.

Unmarried girls giving birth are not allowed. Dad took me to the ruined temple, where I lost my cherry to my brother, and married me in front of that naked goddess. Dad and daughter, living as husband and wife, are also not allowed. Dad sold his business and shifted to south with me as his wife.

And with the goddess' blessings, we freely lived there as husband and wife. And we begot Bhavana and brought her up with all our love.

2.5

Twentyone years later I returned to the same temple ruins, where I was deflowered on a rainy day by my brother and married later by my father. It was my father who took me there. And it was his 60th birthday. He wanted to have a dharsan of that deity, with whose blessings he lost his cherry to his mother and with whose witness he married me. Bhavana had her exams and so she stayed back.

As we entered the temple we noticed a bike parked outside with its back wheel removed. A young man sitting inside the porch was on his feet when he noticed us. My father asked him what his trouble was. He told that he and his friend came that way on a picnic, but wanted to know what that structure was, but ended up with the back wheel punctured. And his friend has gone to the nearby town to repair the wheel. We also came to know of him that he was from South, doing his school final in a Central School there. Only then I observed his boyish face. If he was in school final, then he must be around 18, but he looked on the higher side because of his physique. His Hindi was flawless for a boy from south. My father introduced him us as husband and wife, on which he looked at me with a quizzical interest.

We went into the holy chamber and offered our prayer. The boy too accompanied us.

He wondered at the naked statue of the deity. At that moment, suddenly, there was a roar in the sky and, as if from nowhere, the rain came heavily and fell in floods. I felt a change in the atmosphere, and to my guilt, I felt hot.

My father murmured in my ear, to my shock, and induced me to have sex with the boy. I said I wouldn't touch an outsider because of my past and wanted to make love only to my father. But, why I don't know, my father talked me into it. He talked long about his inner voice. And I had to respect his beliefs.

He then talked to the boy. The boy readily agreed. To my inquiring father, the boy said it was his first time. My father grinned at me. I blushed. He made him naked and laid him on his back on the same granite block where I was laid by my bother 21 years back.

The boy's erection was enormous. And my father, running his fingers on it, winked at me and invited me to feast on my prey. I got rid of my cloths. The boy, with his eyes bulging, starred at my stark nakedness. I climbed and squatted on him. And my father guided the boy's young sturdy cock into my matured melting cunt. I had to close my eyes in pleasure as the young thing bored into me.

I opened my eyes to the mockery in the pleasing look of my father. I made a face at him. And I moved up and down and squashed my inner folds against the boy's hard cock. My father laughed and I with him. But the boy was gasping as if he was getting drowned.

I lowered me on my knees, leaned on the boy with my big breasts crushing against his chest and covered his gasping mouth with mine. And raised my buttocks and glided up and down on his cock. He was restless with his hands. He wanted to have a feel of my boobs. I raised my chest a bit and allowed space for his hands to invade. He grabbed and pressed at them. I moved up and fed his mouth with my nipples. And eagerly he sucked at them.

Soon the boy caught up with the rhythm. And from down below he started fucking up. I enjoyed his force and speed. With appreciation, I cast a side-glance at my father. Poor old man that he is holding his semi hard cock and pumping it, to raise it to its glory. I pitied him and signaled him to come to me.

My father came around and knelt in front, with the boy's head in between his legs. I gave open my mouth to him. My father fed me with his semi hardness. And I sucked on. And from below our guest lover fucked on.

As we were roused by our movements, the boy let out a long groan and lodged his cock up in my cunt and simmered. His hot seeds gushed into my cave. I waited his movements to ebb away. And then I gave him space to slip out his cock of my cunt and him of me. My father reached his point by then and filled my mouth.

'Nice way to celebrate my 60th birthday,' said my father, 'and my old mom-son commemoration.'

'Thank goddess for involving me on this occasion,' I replied.

The rain too had stopped. And we three dressed and kissed one another thanks.

I felt suddenly the presence of my brother there, but nowhere to see. And I sighed.

3. Interlude

Aunt Saroj, by her story, had heated up the atmosphere in that room. I was boiling to pull out all the cocks there and fuck. There was a marshland slopping in between my legs. It should have been the conditions of other listeners too. We were looking at each other with a burning desire. But I had a question to ask.

"And where is your father now, aunty?"

At that, her eyes were filled with tears. Bhavana too was shaking with sobs. I was confused.

"I'm sorry, aunty, if I'd asked a wrong question."

"Never mind," she kissed me on my lips. Her tears rolled down on my cheeks. And remember, I was leaning on her bosoms.

"We planned to go to Swargadwaar when Bhavana attained her age." Aunt Saroj continued. "We went up the Himalayas, but our bad time we couldn't spot the crane which was supposed to show us the way. My father turned suspicious and he pulled up Bhavana to know whether she was true to her word. Bhavana maintained her stand and opted out if she were not believed. I was very eager to go up, hence I pressed on my father to proceed.

We proceeded, but shortly our mules were in knee-deep snow. And suddenly there was a roar in the air and my father shouted us to turn and run back. We obeyed. A white wall of an avalanche was sliding down. We were rushing back to safety with Bhavana and me in the lead and my father on our back. We two women were escaped and turned about to see my father and his mule were buried under the snow, dumped by the avalanche. I was stunned and speechless, but Bhavana was crying aloud to forget her sin for she had lied in saying that she was a virgin."

As aunt Saroj told us that much, I heard my mother started wailing. And I could see tears in Dev uncle's eyes too. I realized that the fire alighted on our flesh by her carnal story was put off by her father's tragedy.

"It was only our fault;" Saroj aunt continued, "Bhavana was kept in dark. We must've revealed her that my husband, in fact, was my real father. My grand parents took care to reveal their i****tuous lineage to their son, i.e. my father and my father to me. But I failed to do the same to my daughter. We took time, much more time than necessary. If Bhavana had been revealed of our secret, she wouldn't have lied of her virginity."

I felt sorry for aunt Saroj, but a bit bad about Bhavana. "Of all present here you are more close to me, Bhavana," I turned my attention to her, "And may I know who is that villain deflowered you? I won't demand if you want it to be a secret."

"There's no secret," nosed in Saroj aunt. "It was him," she pointed at uncle Dev, who responded with an awkward smile.

I didn't expect that. I faced aunt Saroj, "You mean to say that Bhavana met uncle even before you meet him and marry?"

"It was only Bhavana who brought him to me."

I turned again to Bhavana, "And how come you run into uncle Dev?"

"It was Rahul who took me to him."

"But where did you meet Rahul, in the first place?"

"Only here in this same house. He was mom's lover, of which I had no idea then."

My head was spinning. I slumped. All others, following my lead, laughed at my loss. The mood has changed in a fraction of second.

Saroj aunt put her hand around me and said, "Don't puzzle, Devika darling, Rahul is the same boy whom I fucked at the temple ruins on my father's 60th birthday."

"Oh, my...what a link! Unbelievable!" I shook my head. "Well, now, who'd tell how uncle Dev was brought into this fold? Bhavana? Or uncle himself?"

"I'm no good at story telling," Bhavana slipped out.

"It's ok, I'll try, but I'm afraid I won't be as good as Saroj in words," so humble Uncle Dev started his narration:

4. Vasudev

Rahul had told Bhavana, it seemed, that his father was a man who can answer any question. On that account Bhavana wanted to meet me, so I was told. I received Bhavana at my ashram. Yes, I was leading a hermit life for quite some time.

Leaving her to my custody, Rahul left on some other mission. At that time I was sitting in lotus posture in my pooja(prayer) room. Bhavana scanned the room around with her beautiful eyes. Looking at her lower lip protruding than her upper one, I thought, 'Here is a sensuous girl.'

'What do you think about i****t?' she asked. 'Is it wrong or right?'

I was startled by her question, but managed to get my ground. ''What do you think?' I asked her back.

'I think it's wrong.'

'If so, what makes it wrong?'

'The closeness of the blood, of course.'

'If it is so, it has to work in the case of other a****ls too.'

'But other a****ls don't relate.'

'Therefore, it's not the closeness of the blood.'

'Then, I think it's the sixth sense."

'If a real mother and son were separated so long as to recognize not each other when they meet again, what the so called sixth sense would do?'

'You mean to say that the difference is not born with, but folly?'

'You got the point.'

She sat there without a word for a longtime. I interrupted her silence cautiously, 'What made you to ask a question on i****t?'

She didn't answer, but asked instead, 'Where's Rahul's mother?'

'She is no more. What has it to do with?'

She looked deep into my eyes, remained so for a minute, and left my place abruptly.

4.1

A month after that meet, Bhavana arrived back at my ashram. And that time Rahul was not there. She was in a sexy dress, exposing her young boobs almost to their nipples and her shaped long legs almost to her panties. I passed a comment to myself, 'She urgently needs a nice fuck.'

'You wanted to know last time, what made me to ask you a question on i****t, right?' She started. 'I've come back to answer that.'

I kept silence and was listening.

She continued, 'whom I believed as my dad is not my dad, but my mom's dad. They think that I've no idea, but I know. The old man lives as my mom's husband and sleeps with her. I learned from you last time that nothing was wrong with i****t. So I went back to forgive them. But this time I've come here to tell you,' Bhavana stopped for a moment and said, 'my mom sleeps not only with her dad but also your son Rahul.' She took a breath and asked, 'What do you say about it?'

'What's there to say? Rahul is already 18, old enough to have his way in these matters.' I said.

'Is that all? I'm 19. You mean to say that I can do whatever I like?'

'Yes, if it doesn't hurt others as well as you.'

'What do you mean by hurting one's own self?'

'For example, if Rahul fucks your mother on compulsion, but not of his will.' I explained, 'Sorry if my language offends you.'

She laughed and continued in the same spirit of language, 'But even legal fucks are compulsive fucks.'

'They ought to be. Law is compulsion. Being compulsive, law calls unconditional love like i****t as taboo.'

'You mean i****t is an unconditional, non-compulsive way of love?

'Yes, i****t lovers consider their partners as their own self. So they don't compel or impose conditions.'

'That's how my grand father fucks my mother and at the same time allows her to fuck Rahul?'

'You got the point.'

'Your logic is interesting. How come you plead for i****t?'

'I had partaken.'

'Really?'

I nodded. She stared at me. And to make her believe I expounded my past.

4.2

I had a mother who absconded, leaving her three c***dren. And then my elder sister ran away with her lover. Later I too ran away from home, leaving my father and younger sister.

Running away I reached Baroda and joined a business house, but only as an office boy. The payment I received was just sufficient to meet my needs.

In Prince Cinema there, I happened to view an x-rated film. Since then it became a habit of me to visit that cinema house. As I was watching a movie one day, someone moved in the dark and occupied my next seat. But after a few minutes I felt his hand on my thighs. Already I was pressing my bulge now and then.

The scene on the screen was so hot: in a hill station/ a taxi driver, hired by a honeymooning couple/ took the couple to a remote place in the forest/ binds the husband to a tree/ and ****s the wife under his eyes/. And the wife, after an initial struggle/, gives up her struggle and enjoys the fuck.

My neighbor's hand moved and settled on my crotch. I didn't show any protest. It pressed and squeezed at my crotch. I did nothing to prevent, but allowed it to have its freedom. And the hand was not satisfied with that limit. It opened my trousers and pulled out my fully erected cock. Out of fear I looked this way and that way to see if anybody is watching.

'What a big thing you own,' murmured the neighbor in my ear. 'Let me play with it, but don't spill the seed. Tap my hand when you feel like cumming.'

And the hand seemed to be an experienced one; it performed a sensational masturbation on my cock.

On the screen, the camera moves to a close-up, focusing the bulging in the husband's trousers/ spans down to the noticing eyes of the wife/ pulls back to show the wife, raising her hips/ and to a top close up showing the thick cock stretching in and drawing out through the shining lips of the bulged cunt.

I was on the brink. So, I tapped the hand and expected it to stop or take care, but an unexpected action followed: the neighbor bent down and wrapped his mouth around my cock and sucked frantically and made my cock-head to burst into his mouth, discharging an abundant load. And he drank all his catch. Within seconds, the hall came alive with lights and I had little time to cover up. Interval it was.

The neighbor was a handsome old man of above 50 and was in police uniform with three stars each