Author’s Note: Since Chapter 2 is so long it had to be split up into 2 parts. This continues right from where Part 1 left off.
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. Yes, Mira was attracted to this beast of a man. Though she hadn’t yet admitted it to her self this was apparent in the way 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. 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 children.
“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 children 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.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” asked a timid Mrs. Lall, staring at her brother-in-law. “And where is Mala?”
Rishik held her hand and conveyed her towards the king-sized bed. “Please sit down.” Mira glanced around anxiously.
“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.
“W-where is M-Mala?” she asked again.
“I told her to take a late stroll,” answered Rishik. “You see, we’re both worried about you and your dear sister insisted that I have this conversation with you.”
“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.
“Because of your problem,” replied Rishik. He squeezed her shoulder gently. “You’ve been so alone these past fifteen years. Both Mala and I think so.”
“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 slid 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 brother with a pained face. “Ask your sister the next time you’re together,” continued Mr. Dutt, “ask her if she could go fifteen years without sex. She’d tell you the truth: no woman could.”
“Brother…?” asked Mira, not really framing a question.
Mr. Dutt now squeezed Mira’s warm thigh with his thick fingers. “And I wouldn’t expect her to go on the rest of her days without a lover.”
“Wh-what are you suggesting?” asked Mira. Her lips were trembling: 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 eyes were wide with shock. “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 children 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 be furious if you barge in there. You don’t know him, Vin, but he’s got an insane temper. And you can’t beat him. Trust me; the guy’s crazy, and you don’t want to 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 another woman right in front of my eyes—in my mother’s own house! Don’t you think my mom’s going to be hurt? Don’t you think she’d feel bad if she knew about this? 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. Though she knew this was morally wrong, there was a big part of her that wanted this. It was the animal inside of her, the lustful beast that craved sex and satisfaction and a man’s pulsing cock. If she was finally getting what she wanted after fifteen long years then why fight it?
But the moral quandary…after all: this was her sister’s husband. But he was also undeniably handsome. She had always been attracted to him, and never more so than today.
Mr. Dutt’s 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 dirtiness of it all. 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 play 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 down at her brother-in-law with a quivering lip.
“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.
All he had to do was look at her with that handsome face.
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. “This–this is so wrong!”
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 didn’t even try to push Rishik away as 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, halfhearted trying to push him away, lying to herself that she was actually fighting back to save her decency.
Mr. Dutt’s left hand wandered down the smooth brown ridges of his sister-in-law’s 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 grapefruits.
“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 whispered. “I-I can’t.” She was lying to herself again; she wanted nothing more than to feel and taste that beautiful spear of incestuous flesh.
“Trust me,” said Rishik, reaching for her wrist and pulling her to him. His thick pole was now wedged between Mira’s legs.
“Please–what about Mala?” she pleaded with her beautiful yet tragic face. “She’s my sister and your wife. Won’t she–“
“This was her idea,” replied Mr. Dutt with a smile. “She just wants what’s best for you.”
Mr. Dutt now 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…..” 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! We shouldn’t be doing this….”
But Rishik didn’t listen. He knew what she wanted and with a lustful 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.
“Yes, Sister,” cooed Rishik. “Give in to your desire. Give in to what you really want.”
Mira turned her attention back to her brother-in-law’s twitching member and 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 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.
But Rohit’s was never this big, thought Mira. Not even close. Mmmmmhhhhh, Sister must be a lucky woman if she gets to play with this monster whenever she desires.
For a moment Mira felt jealous as she 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 unconsciously licked her lips and experienced the tang of her brother-in-law’s jism, a taste she hadn’t experienced in fifteen years. She had missed its delicate flavor.
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. She was doing this all on her own without being told; the slut in her had reawoken.
“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 vigorously.
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: 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.
Why do I keep lying to myself? Mira asked. I’ve wanted Brother all along; I’ve enjoyed everything he’s been doing to me.
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 Mira
Mr. 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. “Nasty! Dirty! Oh 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 lust.
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. “Please?”
Mira hesitated: the sexual hound in her wanted this more than anything in the world.
“Listen,” continued Mr. Dutt, “if you don’t do this now 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?”
“B-but,” replied Mrs. Lall, “I-I can’t! The shame…the indecency….isn’t this going too far?” Once again her face was beautiful yet tragic.
“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 somehow managed.
“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…what about my husband….” Mira trailed off.
“You want this; you need this!” Mr. Dutt persisted. “Don’t deny it or you’d only be lying to yourself and your true nature. Admit it, Sis: you want me. You’ve wanted me for years!”
Mira nodded slightly. She did: she had wanted him for well over a decade.
“I’m just trying to help you,” continued her brother-in-law. “Neither Mala nor I want you to be miserable and resort to something so filthy and sinful as…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?”
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.
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. “This is so disgusting—so filthy!”
“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 drape 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 silently 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 draped 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 animalistic 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 scraping 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 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 much b-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 the smile on his mother-in-law’s face.
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