Incest How i was introduced to world of incest (mega serial more than 3000 pages)

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This is incest story all sorts of incest characters are involved , one who does not like incest are to stay away from this thread . they need not read or comment .
Hello, I am Shreeshant from Hubli Karnataka.
I am writing my own experiences, which started last year. I am 20 years old with 6' height now I am doing BBA good looking whitish in color, humorous and I was not keen in sex. I was more concerned about my career. My English is poor as my education till matriculation was in Kannada medium so kindly bear with me. It starts from marriage of my elder sister Preethi. My sister got married to Prashant very handsome and rich person. They have good business at Hubli. Within few months of my didi’s marriage, her father in law passed away due to massive heart attack. So, my jiju became alone to handle his vast business and he found it too difficult to handle it alone. He came with proposition to take me with them as we were in some town nearby, where there was no business management college in my town. I wanted to pursue BBA, so my father agreed to this after didi pursued and assured my parents that I would be assisting in their business while studying there itself and we would be mutually benefited, so it would avoid me being in hostel. So, I settled with them. Aunt Malathi that’s mother in law of my sister, younger sister of jiju Prema who was a younger to me were there in the house. There were three rooms in a row, one was used by parents, and now only aunt Malathi lived next room was allotted to me, which was previously used by Prema at another end jiju and sister room. All rooms were interconnected, between my room and aunt’s room there was bathroom, which both had to share. My room was lavishly decorated with all the cozy furniture and was bigger than the room now allotted to Prema for which Prema was unhappy but she had accepted this as I was the guest and I had come to help them. Prema is of introvert nature she didn’t mix up with me. Jiju is very nice person. Aunty still had not recovered from early demise of her hubby.
I started going to attend their business and I am fast learner, so in very short period I adjusted myself with their business. Usually aunt didn’t come out of her room most of the time crying or sitting alone with sad face in her room. Once, didi advised me to spare some time for aunty and to bring her out of her sorrow. Now I took more care of aunty and started involving in conversation with her. Even I started entering into her room of course with her consent. Her mood started changing, initially she used to just nod or say yes or no type short answers but I was reluctant to speak with her and she could not escape from my company. Somehow, I was successful to bring her out to sitting room and sometimes I would suggest or insist to watch some good programs from TV. After some days, she came to speaking terms with me and started enquiring about business and casual matters. Now very often I would take all females to temple and even sat sang. Prema and sister used to be busy in their own work, now a days I started taking out aunt only and she started enjoying my company. I think to some extent that I was able to take her out of her shell. By now, my vacation was over and I had taken admission to business school. I had college in mornings only. So, I had ample of free time.
Things were going pretty well, but on one Saturday while returning from the Hanuman and Shani temple aunt asked me take her to some park, where there is no rush. I was stunned because this was the first time she chose place other than temples or shopping. When we entered park we found a secluded place and no one was nearby. I looked at her she was looking ground and my trying for words to start. I asked her the reason she mumbled first and then said if u doesn’t mind I can say something, which you have to keep secret. I assured her. See it’s family problem I don’t know whether I should be discussing it with you or not, at least I can reduce my burden of carrying it.
Now a day I feel that your sister is not as happy as she was. It was news for me, I had never observed such a thing from my sister, or she deliberately managed not to express herself. I asked how you say, only a woman can understand another woman.