[opendoor]

I am not the original writer of this story, credit to the original writer, i will mention his name at the end of the story to keep the excitement of guessing on.. for some its an easy guess though. since i a translating it using a tool, you may not get the same feel as original story in its language

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Chapter: 1
(Prologue)

My name is Divya. I am twenty-one years old and the only daughter of my parents. There isn’t much to say about my mother, but I do need to mention something about my father.



He is forty-six years old. Being a sportsman, he has a great physique and looks like a man of thirty-five. I have never seen him focus on anything other than our home and his office. That is why, one day, I encountered an incident that left me completely stunned. Let me tell you what happened.

My mother, father, and I arrived a week early for my aunt’s daughter’s wedding. The first two days went by normally. On the third day, while everyone was busy with wedding preparations, I felt a bit tired and headed toward the room assigned to me. To reach my room, I had to pass by the room allotted to my parents. As I was walking past, I heard some whispers. Unable to contain my curiosity, I opened a nearby window slightly and peeked inside—and was instantly shocked.

Inside, my aunt was sitting on my father’s lap. She wasn’t wearing a blouse; her breasts had spilled out from her bra, and my father was gently caressing them. Moaning softly, she said in a seductive tone, "Oh my... you may look so innocent on the outside, but when it comes to caressing a woman, you’re truly number one!" Stopping his gentle stroking, he began to press firmly, saying, "Do you think I’d stroke just anyone? It’s only because you’re my sister..." and gave her a slightly harder squeeze. She let out a soft, strained sound—"Ugh..."—and said, "That’s enough now! There’s still so much work to be done downstairs." "Fine, I’ll take care of the work downstairs," he replied, sliding his hand inside her saree. She quickly swatted his hand away, protesting, "Not *that* kind of work! I was in the middle of wedding preparations downstairs when you dragged me up here. If someone comes up, we’ll get caught! Just have a little patience—I’ll arrange something, I promise."

But even as she spoke, he had already thrust his hand deep inside. Whatever he did with his fingers, she writhed, letting out a sharp, "Sss... ahh!" She pulled his face toward her, pressing it firmly against her breasts, and moaned, "I used to let you sleep beside me when we were kids because you were my little brother—but you still won’t leave me alone, you rascal... mmm..." As she moaned, he pushed his face between her breasts, shoved her back onto the bed, and lifted her saree.

It seemed as though she had come prepared; she wasn't even wearing any panties. He parted her labia with his fingers and pushed inside, remarking, "Damn... no matter how many times I fuck you, you’re always just as wet inside!" “Hmm... it must be all wet, craving for your cock, right?” she said, feeling the front of Dad’s trousers. Dad let out a low “Hmm...” and slowly unzipped them. Unable to wait any longer, my aunt pulled his trousers down. Through his underwear, Dad’s member could be seen twitching and jumping—it was clearly visible. Watching this, I felt myself getting wet down there too. I forgot even to swallow; I just kept staring. Then, as my aunt pulled his underwear down, Dad’s cock sprang out, almost hissing as it emerged. Seeing it, my whole body trembled. I had only ever seen such things in adult films with my friends—never in real life. Staring directly at something so massive, my throat went completely dry. I couldn’t help but wonder: would something that huge even fit inside my aunt’s pussy?

My aunt took his member in her hand and remarked, “No matter how old you get, this thing’s arrogance never fades, does it?” Dad replied, “For its arrogance to fade, it has to slide right between my sister’s thighs,” as he began to fondle her pussy. My aunt squirmed under his touch and said, “Oh, for heaven’s sake... instead of just fondling it, why don’t you slide it in already?” Dad laughed and said, “Didn’t you say you had some work to attend to downstairs and needed to hurry?” “Hmm... you’ve got everything all heated up, and now you’re talking about ‘getting down to business’? Come here, little brother...”

“Hmm... I’m here, aren’t I!?”

“Satisfy your sister’s craving...”

“How should I satisfy it!?”

“Oh, you... you’re just a little kid, aren’t you?”

“Well, I am younger than you, aren’t I?”

“Hmm... only in terms of age, little one.”

“Then in what way am I ‘big’?”

“Look at that thing of yours—it’s grown as thick as a donkey’s—why don’t you ask *it*?”

As my aunt said this, Dad thrust his member forcefully into her flower. She jolted, gasping, “Oh my... why did you shove it in so hard!”
“Oh, sorry, sister—should I thrust a bit more gently?” Dad asked, feigning concern.

“Hmm... it’s precisely because you thrust like that that I keep coming back to you whenever I get the chance.”

“If you keep taking it with such intense desire, I’ll thrust even harder, sister...” he said, driving it in with renewed vigor.

“Oh god... what a thrust! Everything down there is being shaken to its core.”

“Just the sight of your pussy is enough to get my rod incredibly excited.” “Mmm… yes… keep pounding away… oh, wow… what is it about your cock!? The more you thrust, the more I just want to keep taking it. Mmm… that’s it… push in deeper… yes… oh, yes…” she moans, gasping for breath, while thrusting her body forward to meet every one of his thrusts.

As my aunt thrust back against him, my father, caught up in the intensity, pounded into her with even greater force. The bed shook violently under their movements, as if it might break. Watching this spectacle, I felt myself becoming soaking wet down there. Without even realizing it, I began pressing my hand firmly between my thighs. Overcome with desire, my aunt moaned, "Oh, brother... *hiss*... *hiss*..." while my father, gasping for air, exclaimed, "Ah, sister! The pleasure I get from fucking you—I could never find it with anyone else!" My aunt clung to him tightly, pleading, "Oh, that’s enough now... please, just finish... I can’t take it anymore!" Meanwhile, I struggled to lift my top and force my fingers through my leggings to reach my crotch. Nearby, my father continued to thrust into my aunt with vigorous, rhythmic intensity.



Unable to bear it any longer, I suddenly turned away. The slight noise caught my father’s attention, and he glanced toward the window. Seeing me there, he froze, completely stunned. With trembling legs, I hurried away from the spot. As I left, I heard my aunt ask, "What happened?" to which my father replied, "Nothing." I went straight to my room and collapsed onto my bed. Without the slightest concern that I might see them, the bed creaked—much like the sound of my father going about his business in the next room. Ten minutes later, they finished what they were doing and left. I, however, remained lying there for another hour before slowly making my way downstairs.