Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : Sep 15)

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Akki, too, clung tightly to her father; as she fully bent her left leg, her frock rode up completely to her waist. With her pink panties now visible not only to Abhi but to Arvind as well, Arvind intensified his pace. Slipping his hand between her legs, he began to caress her inner thighs, eliciting a soft, languid moan from her. Her father had never done anything like this before; yet, for some reason, Akki found herself unable to object to his actions—in fact, she was savoring this newfound sensation. It felt as though there was a certain magic within her father's rough, warm palm.
Just then, Mom (Malavika) called Dad... and he put the call on speakerphone.

After exchanging pleasantries, she spoke to the children once more, reminding them not to pester their father and to do exactly as he said. "Okay, Mummy!" they both replied, blowing kisses into the phone.

"What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing much... just chatting with the kids. Since you're not here, after all."

"It’ll take another week before I can come back. Mom isn't doing well at all right now. You'll have to manage everything yourselves in the meantime."

"Malvika, don't you worry about a thing. Everything is going to turn out just fine."

"I know. Today is an auspicious day... the timing is perfect."

"That's exactly why I started today."

"Super! It makes me feel so sad that I can't be there with you at a time like this."

"Malvika, this isn't something that’s going to be finished in just a week or ten days. Once you get back, you'll have to put in the hard work too."

"Arvind... we're working hard for our own sake, aren't we? Of course I'll work hard. If there's a reward waiting for us at the end, I'd stay focused on that task without even sleeping!"

"That's the spirit, Malvika. Alright then... just make sure to call every now and then to talk to the kids. The little one is really missing you."

"Do I even need to be told that? Kids... don't pester your father, and do exactly as he says. Abhi, I'll be back very soon, okay? Good night!"

"Okay, Mummy... Good night!"

"Good night, Mummy!"

Setting his phone aside, he pulled both the kids back onto his lap and, just as before, said, "Did you hear that, kids? Mom has spoken..." Akki, clinging tightly to her father, replied, "Oh, Dad... Mom is just being fussy. Have we *ever* disobeyed you? We used to be afraid of you, sure, but we never once defied your word—and now, even that fear is gone, isn't it?" Hearing this, he thought to himself, *This is different... you just don't understand. Oh well... just keep holding onto those positive thoughts.*

A couple of minutes later, the mood shifted once again.



This time, he slid his right hand between Akki's legs; as his fingers began to dance across her panties, she felt a sudden jolt—a shock of sensation. She instinctively lurched forward, practically leaping onto her father's lap. As she sprang forward, the knot of his *lungi* came undone. Revealed before their eyes was a dark, massive cock—resembling a thick acacia log—measuring ten inches in length and three inches in girth. It wasn't just their father's cock they were seeing; in fact, they had never laid eyes on *any* man's cock before in their lives. Abhi, too—and Akki as well—had just caught a glimpse of it: the thick, dense black hair growing in a bushy patch around their father's cock. It looked sticky—glistening slightly, damp with a touch of sweat. And right at the tip of that dangling member, the glans—the "head"—looked beautifully red and ripe, like a crimson-hued monkey's face.

Suddenly, both children—each resting their head on one side of their father's chest—seemed to look a little frightened. Arvind hugged them both tightly and reassured them, "Children, don't be alarmed... this is just how grown men are. Hey Abhi, your 'pencil' will turn out just like this too once you reach my age." As he spoke, he slid his left hand down past Abhi's belly and into his shorts. Abhi shifted forward slightly, adjusting his position to give his father better access. Meanwhile, with his right hand, Arvind placed his palm over Akki's mound and began to rub it—right over her panties. He could feel the heat radiating through the fabric. As his fingers moved between her thighs, Akki let out a soft moan; as a wave of ecstasy washed over her, she instinctively bit down—using just the tips of her teeth—on her father's chest nipple, which was right there close to her mouth. *Uffff...* As the blood surged and coursed through every vein in his body, at that very same moment—on the other side—Abhi was also generating heat by circling his tongue around the nipple on the other side of his father's chest.

As Abhi's little "pencil" was being kneaded and stroked in Arvind's left hand, the boy let out soft moans—"Ahhhhh... Daddy... Mmmm... what are you doing? Aaaah..."—thrashing and arching his body in waves of sensation.

Watching her brother and her father in such a state, a burning heat began to rise deep within Akki's own pussy. I never in a million years imagined Dad would do something like this. She placed her hand on Dad's stomach and rubbed it gently; lifting her leg high, she gazed at him with a look of pure intoxication. Paying no heed to the drool trickling from her mouth—which was now dampening Dad's chest—she raised her other arm and pressed her smooth armpit against his face. This time, he licked her armpit like a dog, thrusting his entire tongue out to savor it. Meanwhile, she let her other hand slide down from Dad's stomach—only to find that her brother's hand was already there. Both their hands were in the exact same spot, driven by a shared yearning to reach Dad's manhood; glancing at one another, they exchanged sly, knowing smiles.

Arvind slowed his pace inside Akki's panties, sensing he was on the verge of climaxing—and that wasn't his intention just yet—so he eased up. On the other hand, he increased the intensity elsewhere: bunching up Akki's panties into a tight wad, he pulled them back taut and let them snap forward; the resulting "spring action" sent a sharp, stinging sensation through her pussy. Reacting with a playful, feigned anger at Dad's actions, she sank her teeth firmly into his nipple; in return, he bit down just as hard on her armpit and shoulder.

He repeated this maneuver with her panties two more times. By the third time, the fabric had bunched up so tightly that it could no longer fully cover her "flower" (her pussy); seizing this opportunity, he stroked his fingers over her mound. Yet, no matter how much he stimulated her, her mound only grew hot—there was still no sign of wetness. Had this been Malvika, she would have been practically flooding by now.



Akki gave a sudden start and gasped out, "Ahhh... Ufff... Dad... this feels so strange... Mmmm... Hmmm... Aaaah..."—uttering these breathless sounds of struggle and ecstasy. As he lay there, Arvind noticed that his son's "pencil" had gone rigid again after seeing his sister's mound. Slowly, he pulled down the boy's shorts and began stroking his three-inch member. Akki felt as though she were in heaven; her father's actions—her own hand landing on his cock, and her brother's hand landing on his balls—all seemed to happen simultaneously. This time, it was Arvind's turn to be overwhelmed with ecstasy.

With one hand, he stroked his daughter's mound; with the other, he stroked his son's member. From either side, the two children licked, sucked, and nibbled at their father's nipples, pounding his chest with their fists while playing with his cock; lost in the intoxicating pleasure delivered by their father's touch, they drifted into a blissful trance.



Within moments, Abhi was nearing his climax. "Da... ddy... Mmmm... Faster... Ahhh... I feel like I'm going to burst... Ammmm... Ummm... Ahhh... Ah... Ah... Oooh... Oooh... Hmmm... More... Faster!" he cried out, his body arching and thrusting against his father's lap. Arvind, too, held the boy's head—which rested against his chest—firmly against him with his right arm.

Akki, witnessing the pleasure her brother was experiencing, became utterly entranced by the touch of her father's hand; she gripped the base of his cock tightly and began to squeeze it.

Abhi reached his climax... Screaming loudly, he suddenly retched violently; his fluids spewed out in a thin, splashing stream, landing right on his sister's face as she stood opposite him. As he collapsed onto his father's chest, drenched in sweat, Akki scowled in frustration and began to wail: "Hum, hum, hum... Look, Dad! Look how Brother has ruined my face... I can't even see anything anymore!"

Meanwhile, Arvind—while teasing her clitoris with his fingers—licked the traces of his son's cum off her face with his tongue, sucking and lapping at it until Akki's face was completely clean.
Abhi stares at his father in utter astonishment.

As Arvind thoroughly licks Akki's face—using his tongue to sweep up the fluids clinging to her lips—Akki, intoxicated by the scent of the cum, inadvertently brushes her tongue against her father's lips. Feeling a sticky wetness, she draws it into her mouth. It tastes salty... warm... a truly unique flavor. Arvind—a gym trainer by profession—winks at her and says, "Hey, Akki... this is a protein shake! It gives you strength. Does it taste good?" Blushing deeply, she nods and murmurs, "Mmm." Then, casting a shy glance at her brother, she adds, "Thanks, Anna."

Not only has his sister's anger completely dissipated, but he is also delighted to see that she actually enjoyed the taste of his cum.

"Akki... there's still a little bit left on the head of my cock," he says. She looks shyly toward her father, seeking permission, and he responds, "It's alright, go ahead and take it."

Receiving the "green signal" from his father, Abhi—blushing all the while—stands up and positions his cock near his sister's mouth. As she reaches out with her fingers to gather the droplets clinging to the tip of his cock, their father intervenes: "Akki... if you pick it up with your fingers like that, some of it will go to waste. Just lick it up directly with your tongue." Hearing this, Akki feels as though she’s been struck by lightning; wearing an expression mixed with both fear and embarrassment, she simply shakes her head and mutters, "Uh-uh."

"Alright, never mind... looks like she's scared," their father says. "Akki, go ahead and do it the way you intended—use your fingers this time." Relieved, she agrees and, blushing once again, proceeds to gather the droplets from the tip of her brother's cock. As she daintily picked it up with her fingertips—gazing at her brother with a sexy, seductive allure—and placed the finger into her mouth to suck on it, Arvind noticed movement stirring once again in his member. In a way, this was a welcome development.

Meanwhile, increasing the pace of his ministrations over Akki's pussy—rubbing only the surface without inserting his fingers inside, occasionally teasing her clitoris, and gently tapping the mound with his palm—he tried to coax her juices to flow; yet, the fact that everything down there remained stubbornly dry left him feeling somewhat discouraged. Her mound had certainly heated up—indeed, her entire body was flushed with heat—but there was no moisture appearing inside her pussy; the juices simply weren't secreting. By now, there should have been at least two or three drops of white fluid. *Perhaps if I were to thrust a finger inside?* "Oh my... not right now," Arvind thinks to himself.

But Akki is reveling in the pleasure—a fact that brings him some relief. Her screams and moans make the entire house reverberate.

"Mmmm... Nah... daaadddyyyy... Umm... I feel... so strange... Ahhh... I've never... experienced pleasure like this before... Ahhh... Please... I feel like I'm going to lose it... Umm... daahhhddyyyy... Please... Ple... ase... do something! Ahhh... Please... don't tease me like this... Ahhh...
Oh God... what is this pleasure? Umm... My pussy... is throbbing with numbness, daaaadddyyyy... Ahhh... Faster... go faster!"

*Thap-thap! Dhad-dhad!*

As he makes these sounds, slapping her mound with the flat of his hand, she bites into his shoulder and rakes her fingernails across his chest while screaming. Although Arvind feels an urge to silence her—to clamp a hand over her mouth—he decides against it. His true intention is to let her get as wild as she wants; the longer she revels in the pleasure, the better. So, he continues to incite her with his words: "Akki... do you want this every day? Do you want to play with your 'Papa's' cock? Please... every day? As soon as I get back from the gym... with your Papa... with this massive shaft... Ahmm... Look at your Papa's cock... it's practically radiating heat! Mmm... It doesn't hurt you, does it?" As he speaks, he gently nibbles on her earlobe.

The donkey cock she had been kneading in her hands finally rises to its full, rigid erection.

 

Watching the two of them like that, Abhi feels a fresh surge of itchiness deep within her own loins. It started

Akki peak comes to the stage and shouts loudly.. "Dad... No, no... No... But... Just one... Current shock... Ahhhhhhh... Sparks inside my pussy... Mmmmmmm... Mom... Uffff... Don't make me cry... Do something... Ahhhhhhh... Please... You... Bad boy .. you… are... Ummmmmmmmm... Please... Do something... You... Tell me... Ahhhhh... Ahhhhh... Aaa aa aa aaa .. Ahhhhhh ahhhh .. ahhhh ... aa .. ahhhhhh .. uffffff ffffff ffffff "Pfffft... pfffft... pfffft..." —uttering these sounds, she sprang up from her father's lap, placed her hand firmly over his, pressed down hard, and then—letting out a loud scream—she collapsed.

Laying his now-unconscious daughter down on the sofa, her father called his son over and issued an order: place your cock inside her mouth. The father's eyes were burning crimson, glowing like fiery orbs. Lacking the courage to even look at his father, Abhi stood before the sofa and shoved his limp member deep into his sister's mouth. Unconsciously, Abhi began to sway back and forth, thrusting rhythmically. The member, now resting inside Akki's mouth—she was in no state to notice the drool trickling from her lips, nor the fact that her brother's cock was moving inside her. Her heart was pounding furiously; her entire body was drenched in sweat. Meanwhile, Arvind sat at her feet, lifting her gown up to her waist to expose her pussy, allowing the air to caress her flesh.

Arvind sat at her feet, lifting her gown up to her waist to let air circulate around her pussy; resting her legs upon his thighs, he began to massage them gently.

Gradually, her strength returned; her breathing stabilized, the sweating subsided, and her body cooled down. Slowly, Akki began to regain full consciousness.

Between the playful antics of her brother's cock inside her mouth and the ministrations her father was performing, Akki woke up completely. Although her brother's cock tasted quite good, she was puzzled as to why her father was massaging her legs. She abruptly sat up and, in a weak voice, said, "Oh, Dad... what is this? You shouldn't be touching my feet like this." Embracing his daughter, he asked, "How do you feel now? Is it over? Forgive me... you didn't feel any pain, did you, Akki?"

Wiping the tears from her father's eyes, she replied innocently, "Oh, Dad... it wasn't 'over.' It hurt a little at first, but later on, it actually felt really good. Will you do this every day, Dad? Mom isn't here, after all... Please? I really like this game."

"Akki," he said, "you can play this game all by yourself, too. But if you really want to play it with me, I'll play with you every day."

Pouting playfully, she insisted, "Hmm... hmm... hmm... *You* have to be the one to play with me... that's the only way it feels good!"




Pulling his son into the embrace as well, Arvind said, "Children... for us adults, these kinds of games are quite normal. For you, however, they are new. You remember playing 'Mommy and Daddy' games when you were little, right? This is just like that game—except it yields the right results only when it's played in the proper way. Otherwise..." "It could backfire and result in a total loss... that is why I need your feedback. Based on what you tell me, I can plan what to do in the next session," he says.


Even though they didn't understand a single word of their father's speech—and despite not knowing why he was suddenly acting this way—they simply nodded in agreement.


Arvind hands Akki the juice he took from the fridge.


Spotting some colostrum milk in the fridge, he asks Abhi, "Hey, where did this colostrum milk come from?"


Abhi replies, "Dad, the auntie living across the street gave it to us. She said her buffalo just gave birth."


Arvind was puzzled; wondering where on earth one would find buffaloes in this area, he turns to Akki for an explanation.

 


"Dad," Akki explains, "Appu *Akka*—the girl living across the street—gave birth today. Her mother bought some colostrum milk from a shop and shared a little with us. Abhi here didn't know what *Junnu* (colostrum pudding) was; when he asked me, 'What is *Junnu*, Akka?' I told him that *colostrum milk* refers to the very first milk produced when a buffalo gives birth. That’s why he got confused."




Now Arvind understood. Pulling Abhi close, he says, "Hey Abhi... you drank Mom's milk when you were a baby, didn't you? Back then, Mom's milk tasted just as delicious as this colostrum milk."


With a puzzled look on his face, Abhi replies, "I don't know, Dad—I don't remember. But if you say so, then I guess it must be true."


After resting for a little while, Arvind gets up to start cooking.


Akki also pitches in to help her father, and together they prepare the meal.


As they sat eating their dinner, chatting away... Malvika calls.

He turns on the speakerphone.

After exchanging pleasantries...

"What's for dinner, Akki?"

"Drumstick curry."

"Wow... Dad really loves that."

"Yes, Mummy... that's exactly why I made it."

"Wait—*you* made it?"

"Yes, Mummy... I made it while Dad stood right there and guided me."

"Honey, at this rate, you could just spend the rest of your life with your daughter and wouldn't need me at all!"

Putting the call on mute, he whispered, "Did you see that, Akki? Look how jealous Mom is!"—then, unmuting the line...

"Malvika, how could life possibly go on without a wife?"

"Oh, please... you've got her now, don't you? From now on, just have *her* do everything for you."




"Oh, come on... cut the nonsense! How could she possibly do *everything*? There are some things only *you* can do. Anyway... Abhi wants to talk to you."

"Mom... have you eaten?"

"My dear... my precious one... you are the only one who actually asked if your mother had eaten or not."

"Mom... take care. How is Grandma doing?"

"She's doing just fine, dear... *you* take care."

"I will, Mom."

"Hey, Akki... you're terrified of the 'Boogeyman' as it is... don't sleep alone at night. Sleep next to your dad."

"Okay, Mummy."

"Mom... I want to sleep next to Dad, too!"

"What's the matter with *you*? She's a little girl, so she gets scared... but what's *your* excuse?"

"Well... sleeping all alone... without you there..."

"Alright then... go sleep next to your dad. But don't wet the bed! Your dad gets really annoyed by things like that. *I'm* the only one who puts up with you."

"Malvika... he's my son, isn't he? Why would I get annoyed? Both the kids can sleep right next to me. Okay?"

"If you're okay with it, then I'm okay with it... but just don't scare them off... be careful."



Arvind knew exactly what his wife meant by that.




"Alright, dear... you can hang up now."




"Honey... I need to talk to you. Call me after you've had dinner. And kids—good night! Don't pester your dad; just go to sleep."




"Okay, Mommy... *tch, tch, tch*."




"Okay, Mommy... *tch, tch, tch*."




After hanging up the phone and finishing his dinner, he stepped out onto the balcony to call his wife.




Meanwhile, Akki tidied up the kitchen, straightened up the entire house, locked all the rooms, changed her outfit, and entered her father's bedroom.




Once his call with his wife was over, Arvind walked into the bedroom. He was stunned when he saw Akki sitting there. She had taken off the floral gown she was wearing earlier and put on something else—an outfit that was incredibly thin and short. It was so short, in fact, that when she stood up, it didn't even cover her thighs; and sitting down, her panties were clearly visible. Furthermore, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, leaving her bare breasts clearly exposed.

He sighed once, opened the pillbox kept in the drawer, handed tablets to Akki and Abhi, and told them to take them. When they asked, "Why, Dad?" he replied, "For strength. Look how thin you both are! From now on, you must take this tablet every day—the doctor said so." They nodded in agreement.

Sitting on the bed, he leaned back against the headboard and stretched his legs out wide. As the children sat down on either side of him, their reflections became visible in the mirror situated in the corner of the room. Turning toward Akki, he asked:

"When did you buy this dress?"



"Mom bought it last week. She said, 'It will look good on you; wear it.'"

"Is that so? Mom picked it out?"

"Why? ... Doesn't it look nice, Dad?"

"It looks fine... except... you haven't worn a bra underneath."

"Dad... don't you know? I don't wear a bra. I can't find a bra in my size anywhere in the market."

In those words lay pain... in those words lay anguish... in those words lay sorrow.



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