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Incest During 1999 Super Cyclone of Odisha

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Synopsis: In the backdrop of the fierce super cyclone of Odisha in 1999, some enchantment, some food, some lust and some sex kept us alive in the otherwise deadly scenario which saw a mass of 10,000 people die. Its ironical how sex is equivalent to food at times. Read the story to get a glimpse of sex, hatred, fight, survival in the deadly winds.

Part 1

28th October, 1999 [04:30pm]

"It was a bloody mistake coming here", I thought to myself. I looked out at the dusk fallen, completely wet crop lands, through the tiny window of the room I was in, that appeared to me as a dark sea detailing the omen befallen on that village and all the other areas nearer to the Bay of Bengal, its people and myself. I was not supposed to be there in the first place. It was a small village called 'Mahakalpada' in the District of Kendrapada in Odisha which was just over 15kms away from the nearest seashore.

"All are advised to not to venture out towards the sea, find and move to higher grounds and remain in groups." The Akaashvani, Cuttack Center (Radio) had said.

It was a joke on the faces of those poor villagers. Higher grounds? In that village which was 3 feet above sea level?

I belonged to a very higher ground indeed and would have been so safe if I had been in my hometown. Alas! I was there in that village which was supposed to be my first (Probably last) vacation to my maternal aunt's home, since 10 years that she had been married. I was 13 years old when she got married to a widower. She was my Mother's first cousin and quite younger than her and around 6 years elder to me.

I had finished my Masters in Zoology and before moving to Vellore for Ph.D, I thought to finally succumb to the constant pestering of my aunt to visit her home. I made a surprise visit exactly on the day, the Meteorological Department announced of a possible cyclone forming slowly over the Bay of Bengal. Since I was there in a remote village without some basic things, such as newspapers, I couldn't know of it until the day All India Radio started announcing about it fervently. And it was just the day before cyclone, that I got the wind of the news.

There was no electricity in that village and at 4:30pm it was already dark and had started raining with some wind. All transport and communication methods had gone dead since a couple of hours by then. Now, the villagers along with me were on our own to survive.

"You don't worry buddy, we have plenty of groceries and potatoes and rice. We won't have to depend on Relief material to eat and survive." My aunt's words broke my thoughts of apprehensions.

I looked around and saw my aunt smiling with a cup of tea in her hands. I took it from her. She still looked the same like she did when I had last seen her a few years ago. Long, jet black hair, flowing down her back until her middle of thighs, fair hands, and a lovely and beautiful face. She was around 30 years old that time and I was in my 24th year. We always had been like friends.

But after her marriage, we have met only a couple of times and each time we met, we were like grown up friends with more maturity of mind than the last time. Things have not been like it used to be when she was unmarried. Now she was married, she had a child of her own, a husband and lot many responsibilities.

"What about higher grounds? Do you have any in your village?" I asked.

"Don't worry, its just a cyclone. We have seen worse. But in any case, our village temple has 56 stairs to climb to reach it so that's the highest point here. I think in worse scenario, we can always take shelter there. It can accommodate all 250 people in our village." She said while I could see her apprehending the worst cases.

"I think that will be about 15 meters high. Its enough. Thank God, I thought its just a plain land." I calculated.

"It is a plain land, but this temple is there since ages on a tiny hill. First when I came to this village, even I was shocked to find something strange in this otherwise plain land." My aunt Prava said.

I heard the showering outside increase every moment as we talked. It was still 24 hours away from the cyclone making a landfall but the intensity of rain told me it was going to be worse.

[08:00pm]

Complete dark, nothing visible, nothing audible; Only the sounds of thundering. I had never in my life seen such a heartless rain, grueling out the last hopes of survival. The wind speed was more or less same as that of afternoon, but the rate of showering was getting multiplied with itself each passing moment. All the houses had veranda of 1 meter height, so water had not yet entered their homes, but within an hour it could have gone well over it.

My Uncle had gone to Kolkata the previous day so my aunt and I both knew we will only see him back after this is all over. He worked in a brick factory there while his younger brother managed crops in the village. Even he was away from village that time. So that left my aunt, me, my aunts 8 year old son, and my aunt's sister-in-law, her 5 year old daughter in the house.

There was a knock at the door. My aunt opened it. We all followed her to the door. What we saw made us lose our minds. There were 5 families with men, women, many children in their laps, standing there with lanterns in their hands. What was disturbing was that, behind them, in the low light of the lanterns, we saw only water around the house. Nothing was visible beyond so we couldn't for sure know, what was the status of the houses around.

"We can't stay here anymore Prava didi." One of the men said. "The water level is going up continuously. The cyclone is yet to come and we fear worst. So all villagers have started going to the Narahari temple one by one. We thought to alert you also."

My heart began to race. I was right, this was going to kill us all. But since I was the only educated man there, I didn't want to look like a dumb asshole and ruin my prestige I had earned in the last 3 days in their village.

I looked at Prava maasi, "They are right! Lets pack all dry food we have and get going before its late." Prava maasi nodded in agreement.

After making the 5 families wait outside in the veranda for 15 minutes, we came out and locked the main door of their house. I held the 5 year old girl, maasi held her son and her sister-in-law Reenu didi held a full bag of beaten rice, packets of sugar, salt, potatoes, mattresses etc.

We held one lantern each so the light was enough to let us know that the area was already 2 feet under water. The water was cold when we stepped into it. I noticed there were around 4 men and 6 women with about 9 children of various ages clinging to the laps of people carrying them. My own niece was shaking with fear. I consoled the child while we made our way in the water towards their village temple, located just outside the village.

[08:30pm]

The temple was actually in the shape of a complex. The main temple was shut and no one entered there. There was a large cowshed behind it where earlier people of the village kept their cows at night. But since a long time people had started keeping their cows in their personal cowsheds and this large asbestos room was now used as village dining hall in cases of puja, marriages and all. We entered it to find it already packed with almost all the people of the village adjusting themselves.

There were many voices asking us to come over and park ourselves beside them and since it was a small village with little population, everyone knew everyone.

Prava maasi nodded and smiled at all of them and chose a corner for us. We kept our belongings beside the mattress which Reenu didi had spread. We sat there and the women started talking to each other about their apprehensions and what would happen.

My nephew and niece started playing with something and I looked around to have a better look at the place and the people. Just beside us was the family of 10 people, 3 women, 3 men, 2 grown up boys and 2 girls, one about 18 years old and other about 14.

The whole 6000 sq ft area of the large room was filled with people in an hour, when all the people of village were in it. The room sounded like a fish market with many people talking to each other at the same time, some useless village boys had their own useless talks and laughed like neanderthals. Their ignorance of the gravity of the situation irritated me to some extent.

However, I had my own share of leisure, watching the grown up girl sitting just 2 feet away from me and looking here and there. She wasn't listening to what the other woman was telling her who seemed to be around 35 years old. I could notice, the girl and the woman looking at me time to time and discussing something between them and then smiling silently.

In fact, I found many around me looking at me and discussing something. I overheard one say a little too loudly for me to hear it, "He is Prava's nephew from Bhubaneswar, why don't you talk to Prava about your daughter's match-making with him." The other woman smiled as if it was about her own marriage being talked about.

I was wearing a boxer pant that barely covered half of my thigh and a loose T-Shirt. For the first time in my life I was being ogled at by women and girls alike all around me. They had probably never seen a grown up man wearing such in their village. I began feeling a stirring inside my shorts, at my groins, when I realized the intensity at which women were looking at me, shying away, smiling and probably fantasizing.

I absent-mindedly adjusted my throbbing dick which had almost formed a bulge and heard the girl beside me and the woman talking to her, giggling, much to my embarrassment. The apprehensions about the loud rain outside and upcoming cyclone began fading away and lust started making its way into my sex-starved mind.

I decided, this was going to be a fantastic and extra-ordinary vacation indeed!

Part 2

29th October, 1999 [01:00am]

The wind speed had increased since an hour by that time. The deadly moaning of the wind outside shivered my spine for a moment. I was not accustomed to sleeping early so I was just reclining on the wall behind me and silently observing the people asleep. There were around 5 lanterns burning at different places of the hall and others had been extinguished to conserve it for upcoming days of darkness.

Beside me my aunt slept and next was her son and the little girl and next to them was Reenu didi at the perfect corner. To my right, the woman was sleeping just 2 feet away and next to her was Dolly, the grown up girl. She was wearing a skirt and blouse and I noticed she had fairly larger boobs and wore no bra. I started feeling horny just looking at the protruding nipple under her shirt.

I got up and went towards the other corner of the hall and peeped out through the window to see what was the condition outside. I could only hear but not see anything. The wind was howling and it was literally terrifying. I quickly got back to my place. On the way back I saw a woman sleeping with her legs spread and saree slid up to her thighs. I felt a boner and silently came back.

I found the woman between Dolly and me had changed her position in sleep and lay on her back now. She had encroached the space and there was hardly a place for me to sleep, but instead of getting irritated I found an excitement rising inside me. I managed to sleep there which in turn made me press myself against her on one side and my aunt on the other.

As if in sleep I put my hand on her belly. It was soft. Right at that instant I heard her cutting her breath short and gulping. I couldn't be sure if she was asleep or was just pretending. To know better, I slowly moved my hands upwards and placed it tenderly on her blouse and I felt the softness of her breasts under my hand. Now I heard her gulp again. I was sure she was pretending to be asleep.

I moved my hands lower and put it right above her groin area and clutched her saree. Slowly, with the movements of my fingers, I managed to pull her saree more and more upwards. Then I found her lower border of saree coming into my clutches. I slowly slid my hand under it and before I could realize, I felt her bushy pubic hairs brushing against my knuckles. My dick was throbbing with wild ecstasy. I pressed my dick on the sides of her hips and carefully felt the outlines of her pussy with my fingers.

I gently touched the little knob of skin between her pussy lips, which was her clitoris and she shrunk in that instant. I heard a light moan slip out of her mouth, "Ohhh... ummm". It invigorated me to proceed further. I slowly inserted my finger into her pussy and found it was already too slippery. Before I could realize I was feeling her inner thighs at one time and then fingering her pussy in the next moment, chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck.

I took my face near her and bit her ear lightly and continued fingering her pussy, chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck. For one moment I took out the fingers and felt the little folds of skin at her asshole and rubbed it while she moaned with ultimate pleasure, "Ohhhhhhh" then started fingering her again. In about 10 minutes of doing this I felt her body going stiff and I knew she orgasmed.

Right then, I felt a little movement and clinking sound of bangles behind me. I turned and I just saw my aunt Prava closing her eyes the moment I looked at her. I got a little terrified. I knew that she had witnessed my act. Without thinking any further, I slept and prayed God to help me.

[07:00am]

Some women were giggling. I opened my eyes and suddenly became aware of where I was. I had been dreaming of that woman giving me a blowjob at my Bhubaneswar home. But I realized I was in the same village cowshed-turned-dining hall with the villagers praying for mercy from the catastrophic winds moaning outside.

I had overslept and by that time almost everyone had woken up and were having their respective snacks. I noticed the woman I fingered the previous night, Dolly the grown up girl, and 2-3 other women sitting beside me and talking and smiling and laughing and looking at me time to time.

Much to my embarrassment I found the reason of their giggling was the huge boner which formed a tent in my boxer pants. I sat up immediately and found my aunt Prava and her Reenu didi engaged in preparing flattened rice for us. Even they both had a smile on their faces. Has everyone gone crazy? I thought to myself.

I had prepared to face the wrath of aunt Prava since I was sure she had seen what I had done last night, but instead she was smiling at me. I realized the whole village population had seen my boner probably. The room was little lighted since the rain was wrecking havoc outside.

"You are awesome", the woman I fingered whispered slightly looking towards me while the others were busy talking to each other. My heart skipped a beat. I looked at her and realized she was thanking me in disguise. I smiled.

[08:00pm]

The front side of the hall had given way to the ruthless winds flowing at an average of 300kms/hour. The crowd was jammed and almost everybody held each other in terror. Dolly, that woman, my aunt, her son, Reenu didi, I felt everybody of them was somehow holding me. Nothing was audible, just the sounds of merciless wind.

The big hole that formed in the lower part of the front wall was getting water to get drained into the hall. We were contemplating about what could be done, when suddenly a man in his 30s took out his lungi and asked others to give him their clothes with which he could block the hole.

Almost everybody agreed in unison and in a matter of minutes I found myself only in my boxer, all the women in their petticoats and blouses. Sarees, lungis, shirts etc. were gone to block that hole.

30th October, 1999 [01:00am]

All the lanterns were out. It was dark as hell. I was tightly packed with my aunt on one side while her breasts and bare belly pressing on me, that woman on the other while her bare belly and thighs pressed against me and dolly too near my head, while we slept. We had decided to stay awake all night in case of any emergency. Although slowly they had all drifted to sleep.

I felt something on my groins. Slowly it turned out to be a human grip. I couldn't believe someone was groping me. I heard minute sounds of bangle clinking while the hand was busy feeling my dick over my pants. I thought it was that woman. Then that hand slowly found my boxer elastic and got slid into my groins. "Ummmmm" escaped from my mouth.

For the first time I felt a female hand on my dick, her finger touching its slippery tip and slowly moving up and down over the complete length of it. I felt it slowly holding my balls and gently playing with them. I slowly held the lovely hand doing such wonderful things to me. Then I ran my hand over her hand and instead of the hand going towards that woman, it went towards aunt Prava.

I couldn't believe that aunt Prava had been audacious enough to have started playing with my dick! I felt her move and felt her lips on mine. She kissed all over my face with tiny pecks and slowly went towards my ears and then slowly bit it. "Ohhhhh" I moaned with pleasure.

"Bastard, how dare you to play with that old lady last night?" Saying that she squeezed my dick with all her might and it did hurt. "Ouch".

I couldn't believe my ears. For a moment I thought my aunt Prava was possessed by some nymphomaniac ghost. But it occurred to me that even she was desperate and loved me too. It was just the relationship that was a barrier till then. But when she witnessed me last night fingering that woman, she couldn't held herself anymore and got envious.

I felt her lifting her petticoat and getting on top of me. Even before I could realize, I felt her hand guiding my rock hard dick into her pussy and then she started doing sit-ups on me. The sound of wind was too high to conceal our love-making noises and the room was too dark for anyone to have seen us. It was a perfect setting and we both being horny, were unable to think of the circumstances.

I put my left hand over my head and I felt the boobs and nipples of Dolly and with the right hand I fearlessly pushed my hands under the petticoat of that woman and rubbed her pussy while my aunt Prava, like a crazy woman jumped and humped on top of me. It was an orgasm which I could never forget. By morning, the wind had slowed down and I saw aunt Prava, Dolly and that woman smiling with shyness at me.

I made 6 more vacations to their village in the next one year.
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