Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

MHP-7

A shiver ran down Anushka's spine. It was cold in the hall as she stole out of her bedroom wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties. She put her hand protectively on her stomach. She could just feel the growing bump there. She wasn't going to be able to hide it forever.





Softly, Anushka closed her bedroom door. She didn't want to wake her oblivious husband sleeping in their marital bed. Also, Karun and Hansika slept right across the hall. She didn't want to wake them. But more than anything, she didn't want to wake the house. She remembered well the night Vijay varma had chased her down the hall. She hadn't seen him since. Maybe he'd wandered off never to return. Anushka padded down the hall and stopped in front of Krishan's door.


Anushka reached for Krishan's door, but then stopped. Not tonight. Anushka tried to give her twins equal time. She took a deep breath and thought of the pleasures that awaited her in Shriya's tower room. She hustled down the dark hall and up the stairs.


Outside Shriya's door, Anushka paused. All three of her children slept under her roof that night. Karun had always been different from the twins. He rebelled at his outsider status. But now, he was more the odd one out than ever. Anushka had bonded with the twins like she'd never imagined possible. Poor Karun had no idea how he'd been pushed farther to the margins. Even his own wife had betrayed him for Krishan and his monstrous penis.

Somewhere in the house, a clock ticked with ponderous precision. Anushka opened her daughter's door and slipped into her room.


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The clock struck eleven, and then twelve, and then one. Hansika lay in bed, her body a taut mess of anticipation. Even as Karun snored next to her, she couldn't sleep a wink. She just lay there, waiting and daydreaming about the things she'd do with Krishan. Hansika let the clock tick for a while after it struck one, and then she eased out of bed, careful not to disturb her husband. She had her t-shirt and panties on, but it was cold. She pulled on some sweatpants, grabbed two blankets Anushka had left for them, and moved out into the hall. All was quiet as she moved toward Krishan's room. She clutched the folded blankets tightly to her chest.





Once in Krishan's room, she moved next to his bed and shook him awake. "Krish? Wake up. It's me."


"Mom?" Krishan rolled over onto his back. His dick was so hard it was almost painful. "Get under the covers, Mom."


"It's me, Hansi." Hansika paused and cocked her head. "And that's a weird thing to say."


"What?" Krishan opened his eyes and looked up at his beautiful, blonde sister-in-law. "Oh, hey, Sorry, I was confused."


"Right." Hansika smiled down at him. "I wanna go to the tower room with you. It's going to be gorgeous with the moon and snow. The perfect place to screw." She held the blankets up for him to see. "And I brought blankets in case we get cold."


"We can't ... screw in my sister's room."


"The other tower, silly." She pulled the blanket off her eighteen-year-old brother-in-law and saw he had on flannel pajamas. There was a large bulge that told Hansika he was very ready for her. "Come on, we only have a few hours."


"Okay, okay." Krishan rose. "I can carry the blankets." He held out his arms.


"Always the gentleman, Krish. Your brother could learn a thing or two from you." She handed him the blankets with a wink and led him back out into the hall. They marched across the house and ascended the stairs to the west tower.



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"I love the way these feel, Mom." Shriya groped her mom's heavy boobs through the thin cotton of her t-shirt. "They're so full." She lifted herself onto her toes, leaned her head up, and planted a kiss on Anushka's lips.


"Oh ... mmmmm ... sweetie ... that feels ... good," Anushka said between heated kisses. She felt her daughter press into her, and Anushka backed up until her panty-clad butt touched one of the cold, gently-curved windows that surrounded the room.





"Shirt ... off ... Mom." Shriya lifted the shirt over her mother's head and tossed it behind them. When her mom had come in, Shriya had been reading in bed. Her bedside lamp was still on, and she admired the perfect, hanging mammaries in the warm glow. Those little blue veins that crisscrossed Anushka's boobs were to die for. "Midnight snack?" She lowered her mouth to Anushka's right nipple and was rewarded with that sweet, warm elixir.