11-07-2025, 12:00 AM
Chapter 1 :
In my family, there is Mom (37) (5'4", 36C, 28, 36, light brown complexion, wavy black hair, and a dimple on her left cheek), Dad (45) (6'2", salt-and-pepper hair, broad shoulders, a muscular physique from regular workouts, fair-skinned), me (22) (6'1", 6-pack abs, 40" chest, 32" waist, dark complexion, short, spiky black hair, and deep brown eyes), my elder sister Nithya (25) (5'2", 34B, 24, 34, wheatish complexion, long, wavy hair, round face, a dimpled smile, and expressive dark brown eyes), and my younger sister Shreya (19) (5'1", 30B, 22, 30, fair skin, baby blue eyes, and silky brown hair).
Mom has two sisters, Mom’s elder sister Jyoti Aunty (40) (5'3", 34C, 26, 36, fair skin, light blue eyes, and shoulder-length golden brown hair), with her two daughters, Ria Cousin (21) (5'5", 32B, 24, 32, pale complexion, shoulder-length black hair with golden highlights, and bright blue eyes) and Priya Cousin (20) (5'3", dark complexion, 32B, 26, 32, black eyes, long black hair).
Mom’s younger sister is Shwetha Aunty (34) (5'6", 34B, 28, 38, fair complexion, a cute smile, and long black hair). She has a daughter, Suman Cousin (18) (5'0", 30B, 20, 30, cute, round face with baby fat, rosy lips, and golden-brown eyes).
My cousins, aunts, and sisters are all beautiful, and my dad has always been protective of them. He has raised all of us like a single family and has taken care of my aunts since their husbands’ deaths.
A few months back, my dad was on a business trip to Mumbai and met with an accident. My mom, Nithya, Shreya, and I were waiting at the airport to receive him when we got a call that my dad was in the hospital. We rushed to the hospital and saw my dad in a pool of blood, lying on the stretcher. He was unconscious. Mom, Nithya, and Shreya were shocked and started crying, and I was in a daze. Dad had head injuries and a blood clot in his brain. After three days in the ICU, he breathed his last.
We were devastated. Mom was inconsolable. Nithya and Shreya cried for days. I was shocked and angry. I couldn’t accept that my dad was no more. We had been very close, and he was more like a friend to me. I felt lost without him.
A few days after the funeral, we were sitting in the living room when my mom broke down again.
“I miss him so much,” she sobbed, clutching my dad’s photo to her chest.
Nithya hugged her tight. “We all do, Mom. But we have to be strong for Dad. He wouldn’t have wanted us to be like this.”
“I know, Nithu,” Mom sniffled, wiping her tears. “But it’s so hard.”
Shreya sat next to Mom, hugging her. “We’re all here for you, Mom. We’ll get through this together.”
I put my hand on Mom’s shoulder. “We’ll manage, Mom. Don’t worry.”
Mom looked at me with tears in her eyes. “I know you will, Gowtham. Your dad always said that you would take care of us after he was gone. He was so proud of you.”
I felt a lump in my throat as I looked at my dad’s photo. “I’ll try my best, Dad,” I said, my voice choked with emotion.
In the days that followed, we tried to come to terms with our loss. We took comfort in each other’s company and tried to move on with our lives. But the pain of losing my dad was always there, a constant ache in our hearts.
A week later, I had a dream where my dad appeared to me. In the dream, my dad told me that he was always with us and would never leave us. He also told me that we all needed to live together as a family. I woke up with tears in my eyes. I realized what I had to do.
I called Mom, Nithya, and shreya and told them about my dream. I asked them to call our aunts and cousins to come and live with us permanently. They all agreed. Within a week, my aunts and cousins had moved in with us. My cousins and sisters adjusted to their new life easily. Mom, my aunts, and I took care of the business.
My aunts and cousins were all very beautiful and had great bodies. I had always been attracted to them, but I never acted on my feelings because they were my cousins and aunts. But now, living together under the same roof, it was getting harder to control my urges.
Nithya and shreya had become closer after the death of my dad. They would spend hours talking and laughing together. Nithya had always been a bit of a tomboy, but now she had started to embrace her feminine side. She started wearing dresses and makeup, and Ria would often style her hair.
Shreya and Priya had also become fast friends. They were both young and vibrant, and they would often go shopping together. Shreya had always been a shy girl, but Priya had brought her out of her shell. Shreya was blossoming into a beautiful young woman.
Suman was the youngest of all of us, and she was like a kid sister to all of us. We all pampered her and took care of her. She was a sweet and innocent girl, and we all loved her dearly.
Jyoti Aunty was the eldest of the three sisters, and she had taken on the role of the head of the family. She was strong and independent, and she had always been there for us. She had a commanding presence, and we all looked up to her.
In my family, there is Mom (37) (5'4", 36C, 28, 36, light brown complexion, wavy black hair, and a dimple on her left cheek), Dad (45) (6'2", salt-and-pepper hair, broad shoulders, a muscular physique from regular workouts, fair-skinned), me (22) (6'1", 6-pack abs, 40" chest, 32" waist, dark complexion, short, spiky black hair, and deep brown eyes), my elder sister Nithya (25) (5'2", 34B, 24, 34, wheatish complexion, long, wavy hair, round face, a dimpled smile, and expressive dark brown eyes), and my younger sister Shreya (19) (5'1", 30B, 22, 30, fair skin, baby blue eyes, and silky brown hair).
Mom has two sisters, Mom’s elder sister Jyoti Aunty (40) (5'3", 34C, 26, 36, fair skin, light blue eyes, and shoulder-length golden brown hair), with her two daughters, Ria Cousin (21) (5'5", 32B, 24, 32, pale complexion, shoulder-length black hair with golden highlights, and bright blue eyes) and Priya Cousin (20) (5'3", dark complexion, 32B, 26, 32, black eyes, long black hair).
Mom’s younger sister is Shwetha Aunty (34) (5'6", 34B, 28, 38, fair complexion, a cute smile, and long black hair). She has a daughter, Suman Cousin (18) (5'0", 30B, 20, 30, cute, round face with baby fat, rosy lips, and golden-brown eyes).
My cousins, aunts, and sisters are all beautiful, and my dad has always been protective of them. He has raised all of us like a single family and has taken care of my aunts since their husbands’ deaths.
A few months back, my dad was on a business trip to Mumbai and met with an accident. My mom, Nithya, Shreya, and I were waiting at the airport to receive him when we got a call that my dad was in the hospital. We rushed to the hospital and saw my dad in a pool of blood, lying on the stretcher. He was unconscious. Mom, Nithya, and Shreya were shocked and started crying, and I was in a daze. Dad had head injuries and a blood clot in his brain. After three days in the ICU, he breathed his last.
We were devastated. Mom was inconsolable. Nithya and Shreya cried for days. I was shocked and angry. I couldn’t accept that my dad was no more. We had been very close, and he was more like a friend to me. I felt lost without him.
A few days after the funeral, we were sitting in the living room when my mom broke down again.
“I miss him so much,” she sobbed, clutching my dad’s photo to her chest.
Nithya hugged her tight. “We all do, Mom. But we have to be strong for Dad. He wouldn’t have wanted us to be like this.”
“I know, Nithu,” Mom sniffled, wiping her tears. “But it’s so hard.”
Shreya sat next to Mom, hugging her. “We’re all here for you, Mom. We’ll get through this together.”
I put my hand on Mom’s shoulder. “We’ll manage, Mom. Don’t worry.”
Mom looked at me with tears in her eyes. “I know you will, Gowtham. Your dad always said that you would take care of us after he was gone. He was so proud of you.”
I felt a lump in my throat as I looked at my dad’s photo. “I’ll try my best, Dad,” I said, my voice choked with emotion.
In the days that followed, we tried to come to terms with our loss. We took comfort in each other’s company and tried to move on with our lives. But the pain of losing my dad was always there, a constant ache in our hearts.
A week later, I had a dream where my dad appeared to me. In the dream, my dad told me that he was always with us and would never leave us. He also told me that we all needed to live together as a family. I woke up with tears in my eyes. I realized what I had to do.
I called Mom, Nithya, and shreya and told them about my dream. I asked them to call our aunts and cousins to come and live with us permanently. They all agreed. Within a week, my aunts and cousins had moved in with us. My cousins and sisters adjusted to their new life easily. Mom, my aunts, and I took care of the business.
My aunts and cousins were all very beautiful and had great bodies. I had always been attracted to them, but I never acted on my feelings because they were my cousins and aunts. But now, living together under the same roof, it was getting harder to control my urges.
Nithya and shreya had become closer after the death of my dad. They would spend hours talking and laughing together. Nithya had always been a bit of a tomboy, but now she had started to embrace her feminine side. She started wearing dresses and makeup, and Ria would often style her hair.
Shreya and Priya had also become fast friends. They were both young and vibrant, and they would often go shopping together. Shreya had always been a shy girl, but Priya had brought her out of her shell. Shreya was blossoming into a beautiful young woman.
Suman was the youngest of all of us, and she was like a kid sister to all of us. We all pampered her and took care of her. She was a sweet and innocent girl, and we all loved her dearly.
Jyoti Aunty was the eldest of the three sisters, and she had taken on the role of the head of the family. She was strong and independent, and she had always been there for us. She had a commanding presence, and we all looked up to her.
Yours Milky..........
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