Incest Chat leads to Sins by Vinman

[manigopal]

 
With nothing else to do, I finished my work and left for the day. On way back home, was thinking of how to kick out this RC and capture my Didi. Anything that had to happen was to happen in these 15 days only.
 
As didi reached home Guddi installed the software at first given opportunity and I was given an update.
 
At night I had a video chat with Guddi making her do many things for my viewing pleasure. She was smoking hot.
 
Some part of the night was spent with Mona Bhabhi increasing the cheapness level in our discussions and she was ripened for the final assault.
 
Then I went through the discussions of RC and SD, they were the routine nasty ones, only point of interest was them agreeing to meet again next day.
 
The next day at office was relatively easy so Vicky checked the messages.
 
RC – jaan
 
SD – Bhabhi hoon teri
 
RC – ok bhabhijaan
 
SD – rascal
 
RC – jaan, Wednesday Thursday, 2 din ka seminar hai, chalogi (two days seminar, will you go)
 
SD – Invite kahan hai (where is the invite)
 
RC – I have
 
SD – send it to me in my name
 
RC – Subah entry karke gaayab ho jaayenge and then will return for lunch and then again gone. (after registration can leave and then return for lunch)
 
RC – Aapka toh boss bhi jaa raha hai 3 din ki training pe (your boss is leaving for 3 days training)
 
SD – hmmm approval leti hoon (will take approval)
 
RC – Bhabhi aaj kab (what time today)
 
SD – Boss kal ja rahe hain, aaj bahut rush hai (boss leaving tomorrow, too much workload)
 
RC – sham ko milenge, ghar aaunga (will come home today evening)
 
SD – ok
 
Vicky too managed to get the invite for the same conference and took permission to join.
 
In the meantime there was more action on the whatsapp
 
RC – Bhabhi jaan
 
SD – bolo
 
RC – ruka nahin jaa raha (unable to hold)
 
SD – Toilet ho aao (freshen up)
 
RC- Bhabhi jaan, aao milo na abhi (meet now)
 
SD – no
 
RC – jaan kal no bra (tomorrow no bra)
 
SD – marwaaoge (you will get me killed)
 
RC – main hotel mein room le raha hoon (am taking a room in same hotel)
 
SD – hmmmmm
 
RC – Bhabhi kal choosogi (will you suck tomorrow)
 
SD – no
 
RC – chuswaogi (will you let me suck)
 
SD – ha ha ha
 
SD –shaam ko aa rahe ho (coming in evening)
 
RC – haan jaan
 
RC – yaad rahe no bra
 
SD – Guddi hogi ghar pe
 
RC – uska bhi utarwa dena (ask her to remove as well) ha ha ha
 
SD – shut up
 
SD – ok boss is calling got to go
 
Vicky shares the messages with Guddi and tells Guddi what to do.
 
Suddenly he sees activity on Whatsapp alerts.
 
RC – jaan white blouse pahen na without bra
 
SD – Guddi at home
 
RC – I don’t care. Kar na (do it)
 
SD – hmmm
 
RC – tum dekhti jaao, aaj Guddi ke saamne dabaunga tere jism ko (you wait and see, will play with your body in front of Guddi)
 
SD – badi himmat aa gayi (seem you have guts today)
 
RC – wait and see
 
In the meanwhile Guddi gets a call from Vicky and the plan is altered slightly.
 
 
Guddi wears something sexy.
 
RC comes and his eyes widen seeing Guddi in a camisole and a caprice.
 
G – Hi Chachu
 
RC – Hi Guddi, looking great
 
G – Thanks chachu
 
RC – Bhabhi kahan hain (where is Bhabhi)
 
G - kitchen
 
And Guddi leaves for her room, lecher RC keeps on seeing her swaying ass and then adjusts his cock and move towards his Bhabhi jaan in kitchen.
 
RC- hi Bhabhi (and hugs her from behind) His hands go directly to her coveted boobs and she tries to wriggle out
 
SD – Guddi ghar pe hai (Guddi at home)
 
RC – Apne room mein hai (in her room)
 
SD – mat kar
 
RC – yummy boobs Bhabhi, thanks for not wearing bra
 
SD – chhod ab
 
RC – ruk meri jaan
 
All the while, Guddi was shooting the erotic scene.
 
SD pushes him out and he goes first towards the drawing room and sees Guddi’s bedroom from there, she is stretching her arms and pushing her boobs and ass outwards, what a sight it was. RC couldn’t control himself and went to her room.
 
RC – Aur guddi kya chal raha hai (whats new)
 
G – Usual chachu
 
RC – you are blossoming into a very beautiful woman
 
G – Thank you Chaachu
 
RC – Wish I was a few years younger
 
Guddi giggles and RC makes a mistake of opening his arms to hug her. Guddi went to him and RC thought he had netted her and he has his arms all over her back. Suddenly Guddi shouts
 
G – Chachu ye kya kar rahe ho (what are you doing)
 
RC – maine maine kya kiya (what did I do) (he stammered due to fear)
 
In the meantime even SD had to rush to the room and given reputation of RC she understood and made him leave there and then.
 
Before making him leave, she thought it would be a very good cover.
 
SD - Sharam nahin aati tumhe aisa karte hue (Are you not ashamed of doing such a thing)
 
RC - Bhabhi Bhabhi….
 
SD : Dafaa ho jaa (get lost)
 
RC – Meri baat toh suno (atleast listen to me)
 
SD – Get lost
 
SD was seething in anger.
 
Guddi briefed her maamu jaanu. Maamu jaanu smiled.
 
As he was expecting RC would reach out to SD, the same thing happened.
 
RC – Bhabhi jaan
 
SD – don’t call me that
 
RC – Bhabhi jaan suno toh sahi (atleast listen to me)
 
SD – No
 
RC – sab aapki wajah se hua (it all happened due to you)
 
SD – meri wajah se?? (cause of me)
 
RC – meri jaan, tum se chipakne ke baad, mera hatiyaar tight tha, jab guddi ko ek simple sa hug kiya, she felt it (after hugging you, my tool was still tight and she felt while hugging her)
 
SD – mujhe hee badnaam karo (you blame me)
 
RC – Jaan tune toh diwana kar rakkha hai, tere mumme koi door se dekhle toh tight ho jaaye, main toh dabaa raha tha (you have made me mad, if someone sees ur boobs from distance, he will be hard, I was playing with them)
 
SD now smiles and writes : only boobs
 
RC- teri gaand toh kaatil hai (your ass is a killer)
 
SD – chup saale
 
RC – kal aur parson khoob maze karenge (will enjoy to the fullest in next two days)
 
SD – hmmmmm
 
RC – jaan
 
SD – hmmmm
 
RC – ek baar soch mera hatiyaar tere mummo ke beech hai aur tu mummo se dabaa rahi hai (think you are boob fucking my tool)
 
SD – hmmmmm aaahhh
 
Likewise the chat continued for quite some time.
 
So the next day, SD is dressed to kill wearing a wide and deep cut blouse from front and a sexy designer saree offering acres of skin for viewing pleasure to anyone who cared.
 
G – Mom aaj toh kayamat lag rahi ho (looking awesome)
 
SD – Ab itne bade hotel mein conference hai toh dhang se tayaar hona chahiye (the conference is in a big hotel, should be dressed accordingly)
 
G – Mom aaj toh sab aapko dekhenge (all will stare you)
 
SD – chup (shut up) and she smiles.
 
SD reaches the spot and takes ola cab. The driver was taking ample time to drive the car and was adjusting his mirror to point at Didi’s boobs. She noticed it and smiled and didn’t bother to adjust the pallu of saree which had moved slightly bringing a divine 3.5 inch cleavage to view. Didi was a DD cup.
 
She got dropped mid way to the destination and was picked up by a waiting RC.
 
His eyes were ready to pop out from the sockets.
 
RC – kya maal lag rahi ho Bhabhi (looking a babe)
 
SD – thanks
 
RC – abhi chad jaaun (want to mount you now)
 
SD – Gaadi chalao chup chap (drive silently)
 
In busy Delhi office time traffic, he put his hand on Didi’s blouse and massages her boobs. Didi smiles.
 
RC – Jaan pallu hataa de, jo dekhe usko dekhne de tere boobs (remove pallu, let lucky ones see you like this)
 
SD – smiles
 
And then the pallu goes to her lap. Some young guys on bikes on her left couldn’t believe their luck and for next 4-5 km she got a bike escort. One enterprising chap even knocked on window and indicated with hands what was her rate. Didi laughed a lot.
 
Then directions changed but Didi kept on getting the escort on her side only the guys changed. And then they drove to the hotel for the Conference and pallu was back in its place.
 
Vicky too had reached well before time and was standing at a vantage position to keep an eye on every visitor. Then he saw SD and RC coming in. They completed the registration formalities, picked up the delegate kit and went inside the main hall and sat on the corner seats. As the First Session started, they quietly moved out with RC going first and SD following. Vicky was alert and he too followed them. They got into the car and went to a theatre which used to show adult movies during morning hours. It was in heart of Delhi. Not too far from the venue either.
 
They bought ticket and went in, SD was giggling like a teenage girl on her first date and RC was acting like a proud owner of a Rolls Royce. Well Vicky’s Didi was one hell of a possession to have.
 
 
Vicky too bought the ticket and went in. Thank god that morning show was in only one of the multi screen theatres. He went in and as he adjusted to the dim light he could make out where they were seated and took a seat in a row behind, a few seats diagonal . SD was seated to left of RC and was closer to Vicky’s seat. It was virtually an empty hall with not more than 20-25 couples in a capacity of around 150-175 and all couples were more interested in each other than movie. Vicky too was less interested in scenes on screen and more in scenes being enacted in front of him.
 
As the lights dimmed, RC took SD’s hand and took it towards his trouser, SD pulled back her hand. RC didn’t pursue.
 
RC then moved to his favourite resting place, SD’s mammoth boobies, he pulled SD towards him and kissed her and then off went the pallu and he started massaging her mammaries. He moved down from her lips and licked her neck, upper bossom, SD was suppressing her moans but was enjoying it fully.
 
RC was getting bolder and now when SD was in full heat, he took her hand and guided it to his tool again, this time the bitch in SD had taken over and she did massaged it. It was turn of RC to moan in pleasure this time around. RC ‘s hand then went towards SD’s pallu and he placed it back on shoulder, a bewildered bitch in SD was looking at him. RC then put his hand inside the pallu and started opening the hooks of blouse. SD smiled at him
 
RC – Bhabhi jaan aaj yahaan choosunga (will suck here)
 
SD – kameene (rascal) and smiled
 
RC covers his head with her pallu and starts sucking her melons, SD was enjoying it to the hilt. She pushed his head more into her bossom. Vicky could hear suppressed sound of “aah, aaah aur choos aur choos”