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"Aaarrrrggggghhhhhh." Hansika came with that realization. When her mind got ahold of itself again, Krishan was still humping her from behind. He always pounded her hard, but he seemed to be giving her extra that night. What had Krishan said? She does? "How ... do you ... know ... your mom has milk ... in her boobs?" She looked back at him over her shoulder.





"I ... ah ... ah ... I just ..." Krishan tried not to look into Hansika's blue eyes, instead looking past her at the other tower where his mom was clearly climaxing on his sister's tongue.





As she absorbed thrust after thrust, clarity dawned on Hansika. "Holy, shiiiiiiittttt. Your mom ... is your girlfriend." She watched his face, despite the lust and concentration written there, she could see the flicker of truth. "No wonder ... I wasn't enough for you. Your own ... mother ..." With that she felt the first splash of hot cum inside her. Hansika gritted her teeth. Krishan never came that fast. Her brain fogged over with rapture as he filled her up.


"I ... can't ... believe ... it." Krishan pulled out of Hansika, as they both still panted. He watched as Shriya's hands rose up into view and pulled Anushka by her boobs until both women went out of view. Probably into Shriya's bed.





"When you and your mom were ... boffing, she didn't mention ... that she was also doing your twin?" Hansika straightened up and turned around.


"Shut up." Krishan furrowed his eyebrows. "It's not like that. I just ... didn't know. I didn't know."


"I'm sorry." Hansika reached out for him and pulled him into a hug, pressing their mismatched nakedness together. Krishan was always so sensitive. "I just meant this must be very surprising for you." She felt his head fall to her shoulder. His hard dick burrowed between her thighs.


"Yeah." He nodded and he let her envelope his thin, wiry frame with her warm curves.


"Well. You have nothing to worry about, Krish." She slowly slid her hips back and forth so that his dick rubbed against her cum coated thighs. "This clusterfuck the family is going is one of the sexiest things that's ever happened on the face of the Earth. I mean, me with my husband's nerdy teenage brother is hot. Really hot." She reached down and cupped his butt in her hands. "But then you with your huge dick in your holier-than-thou mother is just flat-out on fire. You have had sex with your mother, right?"


Krishan nodded.


"Amazing." Hansika moved her hips faster, sliding that throbbing dick between her thighs. "And then little-miss-goody-two-shoes Shriya is also doing your perfect mother? God, I'm going to cum just thinking about this mess." She jumped into Krishan's arms, putting her legs around his hips. He took a stumbling step back but held her. "I'm so glad I married Karun." She reached under her and guided his cock into her sopping pussy. "If for nothing else than to be a part of this heaven ... or hell ... or whatever this is. 





Aaaaaaaahhhhhh." She put her arms around his neck and felt his hands grab her ass. She bounced in the air. "Give it to me ... like you give it to your Mom. Uuuugggghhhhhh. the same dick that's inside me was in . Aaaaaahhhhhhhh." And she came again.


A while later, Hansika and Krishan lay on a blanket on the floor of the tower room, their sweaty bodies still entwined.


"I want to see." Hansika ran her fingertip along his skinny chest, outlining one of his tiny nipples.


"What?"


"I want to see you and your mom have sex." Hansika's whole body tingled from the orgasms she'd just had. Her time with Krishan was always way better than what any other man had done to her. In fact, it wasn't in the same ballpark. It wasn't even the same sport. But that night, with all its twisted revelations, was the best sex yet. "I have to see it, Krish."





"No way." Krishan stared up at the domed ceiling. He needed to head back to bed soon. He really hoped they didn't run into his mother in the halls.


"Please don't take any offense, but Anushka's a prude. And if she's somehow fallen for your big dick, I really, really need to see it."


"Impossible."


"Okay, maybe not in person," she purred. "Take a video with your phone. Tell her it's just for the two of you. Heck, I let Karun do it. Take a video this week. Please?"


"Maybe."


"So, you'll do it?" Hansika couldn't hide her smile. "Great, you can come over after college and show me."


"I don't know." Krishan sighed. The thought of filming his mom and showing it to Hansika was very tempting.

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"Thank you, Krish. I'll make it really special." She bit her lower lip. "I don't know if you'd fit, but you can try my butt if you want when we watch it." She tilted her head and looked up at him. "Oh, my God. You had anal with her, didn't you?"





"I didn't want to get her pregnant." Krishan let a little half-smile slip onto his face. Talking about his mom with someone really made the whole thing more real.


"You didn't use condoms?" Hansika laughed. "You're a madman, Krish." She pressed her body more tightly into him. She was crushing on this boy so hard. Finding out what he'd been up to, heightened all her feelings.


The clock chimed four and they both got up and dressed.


"Let's go back to our rooms one at a time," Krishan said. "I'd die if Mom caught us together."


"Agreed."


~~


"If Krishan leaves during class hours, I want to hear about it before he walks out those doors. Okay?" Sneha stood straight next to the administrative assistant's desk.


"What if it's another doctor's appointment?" Sally looked up at her boss and blinked. This was an unusual request.


"Especially if it's another one of those and Hansika is signing him out." Sneha crossed her arms.



"What if it's his mom picking him up?" Sally twirled some of her hair on her finger. She didn't like extra things to remember.


"That, too." Sneha nodded.


"What if there's a fire?"


Sneha laughed. "You can let him go without checking in if the college's on fire."


"Good, just wanted to make sure." Sally smiled.


"Thank you, Sally." Sneha turned and walked back toward her office. If Hansika showed up again, that would be Sneha's opportunity to confront her and get to the bottom of things.





~~


"You've been busy as a bee, pollinating flower after flower." Nayanthara strode into the library with only a long night gown her pregnant form. She fixed her green eyes on Krishan as he looked up from his book, and she closed the door behind her. "You certainly have a spry bludgeon down there." She nodded at the bulge in Krishan's pants.





"Hello,Nayan." Krishan dropped his bookmark on the open page and closed the book. He looked up at her seemingly innocent, freckled beauty. "What did you mean about flowers?"


"I mean what I say, Krishan." She walked over to him and knelt between his legs. "I'm proud of all you've accomplished. We're all proud of you." She pushed her  hair back over her shoulders and smiled her perfect smile up at him.





"You mean Day Star?" Krishan felt the blood rush to his dick and found that his mind slowed as it always did when sex was imminent. Something about blood not being able to be in two places at once.


"My partner, yes." Nayanthara nodded and unbuttoned Krishan's pants.


"How did you ... um ... get to be partners?"

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"I like to break rules. Rules designed to fence us in. Rules made to deny us our true nature." Nayanthara pulled down his pants and underwear. Her eyes sparkled as she took in his behemoth. She licked up the underside starting at his overripe testicles and ending at his glans. Nayanthara then put both hands on him and stroked slowly. "Day Star, as you call him, rebelled when he could ask no questions about the arbitrary, contradictory terms He placed on us. The Lord in Heaven is not what you believe. He loves his power more than anything else, and he uses despicable means to achieve fealty."





"By despicable means ... you mean Vijay varma?" Krishan shivered. He had been with so many living women, that he'd almost forgotten how cold Nayanthara was.


"Never fear, Krishan. I will protect you from them." She licked the head again. "And they weaken day by day. I do not know if Vijay varma even knows what he is anymore." She took a deep breath. "Let us talk of things that are not my husband." Her gaze briefly flitting at the binary diamond ring on her left hand. "There is trouble coming to our house."


"What ... sort of trouble?" Krishan could barely concentrate on their conversation, the handjob felt so good.





"I do not know her, yet. But she will come here, dearie." She paused her warning to suck his right testicle into her mouth. She rolled it with her frigid tongue and then spit it back out. "When she arrives, take her into the hidden stairway. There we may have time to ameliorate the trouble."


"I don't want to hurt anyone."


"Heavens, no, Krish." Nayanthara stood, lifted her nightgown, and straddled Krishan. She guided him inside, her vagina clutching at his thick, warm pole. "I would never ask you to hurt anyone." Nayanthara moved her hips and put her hands on her round belly. "You need only ... convince her."





"Okay." Krishan let his mind wander. This phantom of a woman had never let him down. He trusted her completely.


~~


"Any news?" Ileana listened to her phone. "Okay, Detective, thank you." She disconnected and threw her phone on the couch.


It had been ten days since her husband had disappeared in the middle of the night. No one had seen him since. She called the security officer every day, but Maxamed obviously wasn't a priority to them.


"He's gone." Ileana slumped down on the couch next to her phone. The stillness of her house pressed in around her. Her children were still with their grandparents. Her husband had left her. It was just Ileana in the house. She stood up and walked into the bedroom. She paused when she saw what waited for her on the bed.





"Why would you tempt me at a time like this, demon?" she whispered to the empty room. It had been days since that pitch-black dildo had appeared, and Ileana's vagina practically grasped for it. Ileana flung herself onto the bed, pulled her dress up, spread her legs, and buried the thing deep inside her. "Oooooohhhhhhhhhh." Only one thing on Earth felt better than that silicone phallus, and it was attached to a teenager across town. If Maxamed didn't return soon, Ileana might just have to pay a visit to the Anushka house again.





~~


"What are you doing with your phone, pumpkin?" Anushka sat on the bed between her son's legs with both hands on his monster. She was about to take him into her mouth when he pulled out his phone.

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"I want to shoot a video of you, Mom. Of us." Krishan held up the phone and pointed it at her.





"Absolutely not." Anushka took her left hand off his penis and shielded her eyes from the prying gaze of the camera. "Put it away, Krish." Here she was, naked, holding her son's giant thing, and he wanted to record it?


"Come on, Mom. Please? I want to have something to look at when you can't be here." Krishan was naked, too. He framed her vertically to accommodate his thirteen inches.


"I'm in your bed just about every other night, mister." With her left hand still shielding her eyes, she moved her right hand up and down the shaft. She just couldn't resist. "Now put the phone away."


"Mom, could you put your forearm next to my dick?" He smiled from behind the phone. "You know, to compare the size."


"How did I get such a dirty son?" But Anushka moved her hand away from her eyes, placed her left elbow at the base of his penis, and put her forearm next to his thing. "Oh, my gosh, Krish. It's bigger than my forearm. Oh, my gosh." She stared with wide eyes at the comparison.


"That's amazing. Thank you, Mom." Krishan couldn't believe she was doing this. Hansika was going to go wild when she saw this. "Can you smile for the camera now?"


"Oh, gosh." The comparison really was a big deal for Anushka. She had grown used to the idea of his size, but putting it in perspective made her see it as if for the first time. She looked up at Krishan's phone and offered a somewhat shocked smile.





"Beautiful." Krishan made sure to keep her wedding ring in the shot. "I bet Dad never asked you to compare him to your forearm."


"No." Anushka climbed on top of him. She needed Krishan inside her right away. "He didn't."


"Turn around. I want to see your butt bounce."


"Okay." She turned around, reached under her, and placed his thing at her entrance. "Oh, sweetie. You're spreading mmmeeeeeeeeeee." She sunk down inch after inch. Krishan slapped at her butt and she let him. If truth be told, she had grown to like that sort of attention. The way he admired and desired her womanly body sent her into overdrive. "Fill ... me ... uuuggghhhhh." She bottomed out and felt him hit places deep inside her. "Oh, gosh. You're ... in my ... belly."





"Ride it, Mom." Krishan slapped her ass with his left hand and watched it wobble. He enjoyed the red handprint he left on her white skin. With his right hand, he held his phone and continued to record. His mom took him with long pussy strokes. He could already see her frothy wetness his dick.


With nothing but grunts and squeals, Anushka rode her son for a long time. She knew he still had the recording going, and maybe the thought gave her hips a little extra wiggle. If she was going to give him one video to get through lonely times, she'd have to make it a good one. After a while, her hips moved from bouncing to grinding. She put her hands on his thighs and closed her eyes. "So good ... ugh ... ugh ... I'm going to ... you're going to make me ..."





"Me ... too ..." Krishan dropped his phone on the bed and grabbed both of Anushka's hips. He pulled her up and slammed her down several times.


Stars burst before Anushka's eyes as she felt his hot stuff coat her insides. Mother and son came together. After a minute, Anushka rolled off Krishan and lay next to him. Her breasts rising and falling as she worked to catch her breath. "I hope you ... like your ... video, sweetie."


"Don't forget ... the third act." Krishan panted too as he picked up the phone and propped it up on his bedside table so that it would record what happened next. "Let's do something ... interesting."





"That wasn't ... enough?" But Anushka wasn't surprised. Krishan often wanted to keep going and going. "Oh," she said dumbly as Krishan roughly placed her on her back, spread his legs, and turned around so that he faced away from her. She lifted her head and looked down past her breasts. It was the oddest sight. She could see his skinny white butt and his great, big testicles hanging as he put his legs on either side of her hips. "Goodness." She watched him maneuver his penis into her from that odd angle. When it hit the back wall inside her, Anushka threw her head back against the mattress.

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"How's that, Mom?" Krishan looked back over his shoulder to see Anushka tossing her head back and forth. He leaned forward, planted his hands on the sheet just outside her knees, and slammed his hips into her again and again.


"Won ... wonderful ... aaahhhhhh ... sweetie." Anushka put her hands on his slight butt and pressed her fingernails into his firm flesh. "You're ... hitting ... me ... just right ... oooooohhhhhhhh." Another orgasm rocked Anushka. It seemed like her life was just a series of orgasms recently, each one better than the last.





Krishan went at it like that for a while. He relished the way he drove his mom's backside into the mattress with each thrust, and then she bounced up ever so slightly into the air, only to be caught by the following thrust.


Anushka offered this new position some verbal encouragement at first, but that soon descended into incoherent babbling. When Krishan finally unloaded in her again, she simply grunted and accepted his seed.


As his pulse slowed, Krishan pulled out of his mom and reached for his phone. He turned off the recording, and laid down next to her, with his head on Anushka's left boob. He could hear her heart thumping like a galloping horse.


"I'm the luckiest ... mother in the whole world." Anushka reached her right hand over and gently played with Krishan's blond hair.


"Yeah?" Krishan thought about maybe mentioning Shriya, but he let it slide. Whatever secrets Anushka held from him, he figured she'd share eventually.





"You weren't always easy." She sighed. "But man, what a payoff. I never would have believed such a thing was possible."


"Me either." Krishan enjoyed the slowing beat of her heart and the bitter, potent smell of her sweat. "But I was always easy. Karun was the tough one."


"You were all difficult in your own way." She ruffled his hair, pushed him off her, and slipped out of bed. "Each ... different in your own way." Anushka had a dreamy expression as she pulled on one of her husband's sweatshirts. She searched the floor for her panties and found them near the closet.


"Thank you for the video, Mom." Krishan watched her shimmy her panties up her shapely legs. She was so beautiful his heart hurt to look at her. But, of course, he couldn't look away.





"You're welcome, pumpkin." Anushka turned for the door, stopped with her hand on the knob, and gave Krishan a serious look. "It goes without saying that you have to keep that video safe. If your father ever saw it, he'd ..." Her voice trailed away.


"He'd probably die of a heart attack." Krishan nodded, returning her solemnity. "I'll make sure Dad never sees it. I'll keep it hidden."


"Thank you, Krish." Anushka smiled, opened the door, and slipped out into the hall. She could feel her pussy leaking into her panties. She'd have to get herself cleaned off and cleaned out before returning to bed. She shut the door behind her and hurried down the hall, accompanied by the tick tock of the persistent, invisible clock.


~~


Sneha watched Krishan walk across the parking lot. He hopped over a little snowbank, adjusted his backpack, and marched down the sidewalk away from the college. It was two hours until the final bell. The rascal had slipped out one of the side doors.





"This sort of truancy won't be tolerated in my college," Sneha said to herself. She thought about calling his parents right then and bringing her in for a conference. But no, maybe not. Sneha tapped her pen on her desk and thought things over. The tales her Thaun had told her about Krishan were beyond salacious. It had taken a while to get those stories out of her son. But once he'd told her he'd seen Krishan with an older woman, Sneha was beyond shocked.


Clearly Anushka  was letting her son run wild, and the best way to rein him in would be a surprise house visit. That always put the fear of God in her students.


That settled, Sneha turned her attention to planning for the debate tournament. So many needs always pushing up against her and demanding her time. She hummed to herself as she went to work.


~~


"Oh, God. That's the ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... hottest thing I've ever seen." Hansika lay on her back on the living room floor. One leg was on the carpet, the other high in the air as Krishan scissored her. She could feel the weight of his balls slap against her upper thigh with each vigorous lunge. Hansika held Krishan's phone above her swaying breasts and watched the screen as Anushka placed her arm next to Krishan's dick. "Damn, Krish. You're ... bigger than her forearm. That's crazy. And your mom ... isn't a small woman."


"Oh, yeah. That was cool. Right?" Krishan's slack jaw tightened as he smiled down at Hansika. He could hear his mom on the recording. "How did I get such a dirty son?" and then all of her oh goshes.


"Yeah, totally cool. You are such a nerd." Hansika glanced up from the screen with alarm, but Krishan didn't seem to care about being called a nerd at the moment. "Does she have sex on camera?"





"Keep watching." Krishan hugged Hansika's leg to his chest and watched her foot flop in the air as he plowed her.

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"Damn ... Krish." Hansika stared at the phone as Anushka sat on him in a reverse cowgirl. "Look at all that cock disappear ... uuuggghhhhh ... inside her. I'm ..." Hansika gritted her teeth. Her blonde hair fell in front of her eyes from the force of Krishan's onslaught, but she didn't have the wherewithal to do anything about it. She clutched the phone tighter, watching her mother-in-law's ass bounce. "I'm ... cummmminnnnggggggg." Electricity surged through Hansika's nerve endings. "Aaaaaeeeiiiiiiii." Hansika and Karun's small house echoed with her shrieks.





"You look so ... amazing when you cum ... ." Krishan didn't slow down for her climax. He kept on plowing.


When she was able to focus on the video again, Hansika saw that Anushka was now gyrating and rubbing rather than bouncing. Hansika couldn't help but admire the woman's ass. "So good ... ugh ... ugh ... I'm going to ... you're going to make me ..." Anushka's voice said via the video. Hansika watched as mother and son came together. "You ... you really unloaded ... in her pussy."


"I'm ... getting close ... ." Krishan kept up his humping.


"Just like you're going ... to do in mine ..." The thought occurred to Hansika that she might not be the only pregnant . But that was too crazy to contemplate for long. "Cum ... Krish ... cum ... oooohhhhhhhhhh." Another orgasm swept through Hansika as she heard Krishan's soft grunts and felt his hot cum inside her.





Normally, with one of their aftercollege trysts, she'd let Krishan dump his load, clean him up, and send him home before there was any chance of Karun arriving back from work. But he'd cut from college early that day. Hansika felt she was having a good influence on the teenager. "We've got some extra time today. Wanna go again?"


Krishan looked down at her with his dopey, postcoital smile. "Sure. How do you want it?"


"Well, um ..." Hansika looked at the phone she still clutched in her hands. "Like this?" She angled it so Krishan could see his mom going wild as he smashed her in reverse missionary.



"Okay." Krishan pulled out of her and turned around.


"Do you need a sec to recharge or something?" Hansika watched him line up with her pussy.


"No. I'm good. As long as you can take it again."


"Like a good slut, you mean?" She watched his skinny butt flex as he pushed into her.


"Yeah. Aaaahhhhhh. You're my slut?" Krishan was getting better with the dirty talk. Nayanthara would have been proud.


"I am. Uggghhhhhh." Hansika squealed as he hit some new spot in the back of her pussy.


"You're not Karun's slut?" Krishan nailed her with long, savage strokes.


"No," she whimpered. In this position, Hansika was pinned to the floor by that magnificent cudgel.


"You're mine." Krishan couldn't believe this homecoming queen was his. He rutted her like an animal. "My pussy."



"I'm ... yours ... Krish. Oooooohhhhhhhhhh. It's ... your pussy." Hansika hit one of those operatic notes as she came. She was totally at this teenager's mercy. Hansika writhed through orgasm after orgasm. Her time with Krishan was better than any drug she'd ever had, and she and Karun had sampled a few. Between climaxes she looked down at his monster balls as they slapped into her again and again. There was so much cum stored there. Cum that he'd put in his mother and in her. What a web she'd fallen into.


Later, after he'd cum again, Krishan found himself seated naked on the couch, looking down as Hansika lovingly cleaned off their combined cum with her tongue. "When do you start to show?"


"Mmmmppphhh?" She looked up at him with her soft, blue eyes.


"The baby."


Hansika finished cleaning the underside of his dick. She placed her dress on the couch to catch the cum that was inevitably going to flow out of her, and sat next to Krishan. "You're the uncle, not the papa. Remember?" She touched his nose with the tip of her finger, playfully. "Officially, I mean."


"Yeah, I know." Krishan smiled. He didn't mind the situation. "I was just when you'd start to show."


"Well, I've never been pregnant before. Soon, I guess?" Hansika shrugged. "You know, when I have a baby, my body isn't going to be what it is now." Hansika looked down at his soft cock. "This old mare she ain't what she used to be," she sang.


"You'll be as beautiful as ever." Krishan lightly smacked her boob. "More beautiful, even. Look at my mom."


"Yeah, she's hot." Hansika nodded in agreement. "Now that I've seen her in action and all. Speaking of which, do you think I could get a copy of that video?"





"Are you kidding me?" Krishan shook his head. "Never in a million years. But I'll show it to you again if you want. I might even make more."


"Please make more." Hansika felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of more debauched Anushka on video. She looked over at the clock and saw it was getting late. "Let's get dressed, Krish. I'll give you a ride home."





"Thanks,." Krishan gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You're the best."


"I really am." She stood up and looked for her underwear. "Your special slut." She found her bra and bent to pick it up.


Krishan smiled at that. He then stood up to fetch his own clothes. Time to go home.





To be continue...

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The front walk was treacherous with patches of ice. Ileana minded her footing, placing her boots carefully as she walked up to the old mansion. The snow had taken the ominous edge off the place. A white blanket lined the sloped roof and peaked towers. She looked up at the house with its icy, ornate façade and pulled her coat tighter around her.


There was no plan in coming to this place. This was the house that corrupted her dreamstone and made her copulate in front of her delirious husband. It had been weeks since Maxamed disappeared, and she needed to do something. Anything. And this place was the most dynamic pivot point in her life. Or so her reasoning went.



She grabbed the old, iron handrail and stepped up the few stairs to the front door. She looked back toward her car in the plowed driveway. The afternoon sun sparkled in the snow all around the house. She turned back to the house and pressed the doorbell. Symphony played inside, coming through the door muffled, and foreboding.


Ileana waited a while. She adjusted her dress and tugged at her gloves. Eventually, the door opened and there stood Anushka, wearing a long, conservative dress and looking radiant. For all the trouble the house had caused the Family, Anushka looked more vibrant than Ileana had ever seen her.


"Why, hello, Ileana." Anushka smiled and held the door farther open for her. "It's been a while. Come in."





"Hello, Mrs. Ganesh." Ileana stepped in, but didn't close the door behind her despite the cold she could feel reaching into the house.


"Call me Anushka, sweetie." Anushka stood patiently waiting for Ileana to explain her visit.


"Okay, Anushka." Ileana fidgeted with her gloves some more.


"I hope you and Maxamed are well." Anushka looked out the door behind Ileana and could see another woman trudging up their front walk. The woman wore a long, puffy coat, scarf, and wool hat. Anushka couldn't tell who was under all that, but the woman also wore heels on her feet. So, Anushka guessed, it wasn't any of her friends.


"Actually, he's missing." Ileana shivered. The locked room across the grand entryway drew her attention.


"Missing?" Anushka stepped further back as the new guest climbed the stairs. "That's terrible. What happened?"


"I don't know. I don't even know why I came here today. I --" A knock on the open door interrupted Ileana.


"I'm so sorry, Ileana. Hold that thought." Anushka put a sympathetic hand on the small woman's shoulder and then turned her attention to her new guest.


"Hello, Anushka." Sneha unwrapped the scarf from around her face and stepped into the home.


"Principal Mam. What a surprise." Anushka waved her in. "Come in."





Ileana stepped to the side to let Sneha in. She didn't take her eyes off the locked room.


"Call me Sneha." Sneha looked around for a coat rack. "I haven't seen you for a long time, Anushka."


"We've been busy with the house. But don't worry, He's still very much a part of our lives." Anushka reached out her hand. "Let me take your jackets." The women unzipped and handed her their jackets, and in Sneha's case her hat and scarf. The principal wore a skirt suit with thick tights. Anushka stepped over to the closet and hung their things. "Ileana, this is Sneha. Sneha, Ileana. Now, Sneha what can we do for you?"


Sneha nodded at Ileana, but Ileana was too busy staring across the entryway. "I'm here to talk to you about Krishan."


"Is he in trouble?" Anushka smiled like that was the most ridiculous notion. She finally closed the door, shutting out the cold and turned to her guests. "Speak of the devil." Krishan and Shriya walked down the hall together and stopped when they saw the women standing by the door.





"Well, actually, Krishan has been --" Sneha tried to get to the reason for her visit, but Ileana cut her off.


"Blood." Ileana pointed to the locked room. From underneath its door, a pool of blood crept across the hardwood floor. "Bllooooooood." She pointed more frantically.


They all looked in the direction Ileana pointed, but no one else saw anything amiss.


"What in the heavens?" Sneha said.


"Ileana, are you okay?" Anushka stepped toward Ileana.

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"Blloooooooddd." Ileana took a step backward, and teetered for a moment, and then pitched sideways. Anushka caught her under the arms.


"What's all the commotion?" Ganesh walked down the hall, wiping grease from his hands onto his overalls. "I just had to replace that damn valve in the basement again. Can you believe it?"


"Help me, Ganesh." Anushka looked up at her husband. "She's fainted."


"What? Her? Again?" But he hurried down the hall and helped his wife lift the woman. "Let's take her to the guest bedroom."


Krishan and Shriya stood in the entrance to the hall, mouths hanging open. "I'll help," Krishan said.


"No." Anushka looked over at her children. "Since Principal mam seems to be here on your account, you be a good host and stay with her until we get Ileana settled." She helped Ganesh carry Ileana up the stairs. "Shriya, I could use your help."


"Right, Mom." Shriya followed them upstairs.


When they'd disappeared to the second floor, Krishan looked over at Sneha. "Well, Mam, can I get you anything to drink?" He turned and led her toward the kitchen.


"No, thank you." Sneha followed the eighteen-year-old student.


"Okay." When she said no, Krishan changed course for the main living room. "What's this about?"


"What is this about?" Sneha followed him into a grand room with a large, dead fireplace. She let him sit on the couch and put her back to the hearth, with her hands on her hips. "What is going on with you, young man? You used to be such a good student. And now, I hear things from Tharun. Crazy things." She raised an eyebrow.


"Oh, no." Krishan watched the fireplace swivel behind her to reveal the darkness of the secret stairs.


"Oh, no is right. He tells me stories about your salacious behavior. Which I wouldn't ever believe, but for all the other odd things. Doctors' appointments, are they?" Sneha felt a slight breeze in her face. Goodness, that old house was drafty.





"Oh, no."


"Is that all you have to ... say?" The breeze picked up. It was now really blowing, almost pushing her back. "What's this?" She turned to look behind her just before her heels lost traction and the black, yawning mouth where the fireplace used to be rushed to meet her. "Oh, no." She realized she was flying through the air. A split-second later, she blacked out.


The wind died down and Krishan watched the hole that had sucked in his principal. "So, that's the trouble you were talking about?" He looked around the room, but got no answer. "I'm supposed to convince her?" Somewhere in the house, a clock chimed the five o'clock hour. "Fine," he grumbled, stood, and followed Sneha into the secret stairway.


~~


"Where am I?" Sneha blinked her eyes open, sat up, and looked around her. She was on a small bed in a tiny, wood-paneled room. Outside, in the gray daylight, snow fell in languid flutters. Krishan sat on a window bench. He had snow on the cuffs of his jeans and on his socks. He also had snow in his blond hair, and on the shoulders of his t-shirt. Sneha could see melting, snowy footprints leading from a solid looking door to Krishan's bench.


"I don't know." Krishan looked over at her with concern. "Are you okay?"


"I ..." Sneha checked herself over. She still had her suit on and it was dry. The only thing missing was her purse. "I'm missing my purse."


"Oh." Krishan nodded slowly. "Well, that's not so bad, considering."


"Considering what?"


"Considering we're in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, with no roads that I can see, and only that fireplace for heat."


Sneha noticed the roaring fire in a stone hearth for the first time. "What did you do?"


"I didn't do anything." Krishan hunched his shoulders and looked back out the window. When he ventured outside, he hadn't made it very far dressed as he was. But, he had gone far enough to convince himself they were alone, wherever they were.


"You're lying." Sneha looked around the room, raced to the door, and opened it. There were several feet of snow outside. She stepped out into it and slammed the door behind her.


Fifteen minutes later, she reentered the cabin, her teeth chattering, and hugging herself with her arms. She kicked off her useless heels and padded over to the fire. Her suit and tights dropped snow to the rough wood floor below. She held out her hands to warm them up. "What happened to us?" She didn't look over at her teenage student.





"I don't know?" Krishan told the truth, but didn't fill her in on what he did know. "While you were sleeping, I found a package of food in the snow outside the front door." Krishan nodded over to the butcher block counter and cabinets that served as the cabin's kitchen. On the counter was a frozen hunk of meat, carrots, and potatoes. "There's no running water. No electricity. And you saw the outhouse outside."


"We've been kidnapped and dumped here." Sneha looked around the small cabin. It was just one room, with a table and chairs, a small bed, the kitchen area, the fireplace, and the grand window where Krishan sat. "My husband will come looking for me."


Krishan shrugged at her. He didn't think her husband would find them. "I'm hungry. I think we're supposed to cook there." Krishan pointed to the spit, andirons, and frying pan by the hearth. "Do you know how to use those?"


"No." Her stomach grumbled. She frowned down at the crude equipment.


"Okay, well I guess I'll try and figure it out." Krishan moved over to the fireplace.


~~


Principal and student didn't talk much over the next couple days. Sneha sat sullen and withdrawn on the window seat most of the time. Krishan busied himself figuring out how to make the most of his stay in the cabin. He roasted the meat pretty well, and figured out how to use the frying pan over the coals.


Every day, a new package mysteriously arrived outside their door sometime in the night with provisions. He found two toothbrushes and toothpaste in a drawer, along with a hairbrush, so at least they had some basic hygiene essentials. For water, Krishan melted snow in a pitcher. He tried to get Sneha to join him at the table for meals, but she barely ate. When she did talk, it was to wonder how her children and husband were doing without her. And to express her faith that she'd be rescued any minute.





There was no entertainment in the cabin. Just one old book about a boy in love with an older lady. Sneha read it through several times. It was well-written, but how many times can you read the same story?


If it wasn't for his constant work, Krishan would have been very bored. Every night Krishan slept on the window seat, giving Sneha the bed. He'd drift off to sleep dreaming he was back home with his mother. He would often wake in the middle of the night and fap, cumming in his blanket.


Sneha could hear what Krishan did in the middle of the night. She tried her best to ignore it. He was a teenager after all, and barely had control over his body.


Trips out into the snow were no fun in socks, but Krishan dutifully went out every day to collect firewood, bring in the day's package, and, of course, to use the outhouse. Sneha didn't offer to help.


By day , the snow stopped falling. They could see they were on a mountain, atop a long, narrow valley lined with evergreens. It was beautiful, but also forlorn. Krishan knew he needed to somehow convince Sneha to take the deal, but Nayanthara hadn't appeared, and he didn't really know what to do with the recalcitrant woman. They were both getting ripe, so maybe a bath would get things rolling. He went outside with a large bowl from the cabinets and collected snow. He then came back and set up. There was a tiled square to the left of the fireplace that slopped to a small drain. He figured it was for drying wet clothing after coming in from a hunt, or something. It would serve as a bathing space.


"I stink, so I'm gonna take a bath." Krishan looked over at Sneha as she sat looking out the window. "You could probably use a bath, too. Right?" He watched her closely. She hadn't taken off that skirt suit since they got there. "I found some soap in last night's package. And there's a hairbrush in one of those drawers over there. So ..."


"You're crazy if you think I'm going to undress in front of one of my students." Sneha glanced around the room. There was zero privacy.





"I'll wash our clothes, too." Krishan smiled helpfully. He slowly undressed and piled his clothes on the floor.


"If you're going to do that, do it outside." Sneha tried not to look at the skinny eighteen-year-old, but her eyes fell to the large bulge in his underwear. Had the depraved boy stuffed something in there?


"Sorry, no can do. I'll freeze." Krishan pulled off his underwear and let his soft dick flop out. It hung and swayed as he moved about. He stepped onto the tile, took a handful of snow, and began cleaning his pits.


"Oh, my," Sneha whispered. Her student was some kind of freak. His soft dick was longer than her husband's hard one. Her hand went to her mouth and she started as Krishan washed himself off.


When Krishan was about finished, he caught the look in Sneha's pretty, brown eyes. Blood pumped to his dick. Oh well, this was what Nayanthara wanted. Wasn't it? "Toss me my blanket, I'll need to clean that, too."





"What's ... wrong with you?" Sneha didn't move, her left hand still covering her mouth in shock. Her eyes were riveted to his penis as it slowly grew, standing out straighter and straighter from his body. The boy had the penis of a brutish ogre.


"I can't help it." Krishan turned to her and stood by the fire, his clean body still glistening with snow melt, and his thirteen inches of dick pointing proudly toward Sneha. "You gotta know that boys my age get hard all the time. I mean you're a high college principal, right?"


"I'm talking about the size. It's ... not right."


"I'm just bigger than most." Krishan looked down. His dick was chiseled with crisscrossing veins, and the head looked purplish and turgid. It really was magnificent.


"Goodness gracious." Sneha pulled the blanket from under her and tossed it toward Krishan.

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"Thanks." Krishan picked it up and started washing the blanket and his clothes, his dick sometimes getting in the way as he worked. When he finished, he took the bowl and went naked out the door to retrieve more snow. He returned, shivering, to his spot by the fire. "Now it's your turn."


"No way." Sneha shook her head and crossed her arms.


"Fine, but you'll need a bath eventually." Krishan went over to the bed, and sat down. He grabbed his dick with both hands and pumped it slowly.


"What are you doing?" Panic crept into Sneha's voice.


"The way you're looking at me got me all worked up." Krishan gazed over at her in her dirty skirt suit. She was a pretty woman, just a little plump. "I can't keep fapping just once a day. And it looks like we're stuck here. I don't mean to be too forward, or anything, but I gotta do what I gotta do." He thought Nayanthara would be proud.


"Stop that." Sneha tried to look away, but found that she couldn't take her eyes off the masturbating teen. She couldn't believe how far up and down his hands had to travel. Heck, there wasn't even room for two hands on her husband's penis. "I'm your principal, and I'm telling you to knock that off."





"I ... really ... am sorry." Krishan sped up his pace, his eyes traveling all over Sneha's clothed body. "I can't."


The only noises in the little cabin were the crackle of the fireplace, the fapping sound of Krishan's hands on his dick, and his soft grunts. It was like that for a long time.


"So ... good ... uh ... uh ... I'm cumming." Krishan felt the familiar surge of pleasure as his balls churned.


"Oh, goodness." Sneha could see his massive testicles pulse as they released their semen. It erupted from his penis and flew up into the air, coming back down on Krishan and her bed. "There's so much," Sneha whispered under her breath. It dawned on her that she was uncomfortably wet between the legs. When was the last time she'd watched a man masturbate? Maybe her honeymoon, and that was nothing like this. Like comparing a Toyota to a Ferrari. By the time he finished pumping, Krishan's chest, stomach, and thighs were covered in sperm. She could smell it from across the room, an earthy, overripe scent, like some sort of undiscovered tropical fruit. The smell enthralled her. Sneha turned away and looked out the window.


"Great ... now I have to clean ... your blankets, too." Krishan slowly stood, breathing hard. "And myself." He went back to the melting snow in his bowl and set about cleaning himself off. As he did, he caught Sneha stealing clandestine glances of his softening dick. Well, it was a start.


~~


Over the next several days, Krishan went about cooking, cleaning, and tending to the fire. He also decided that given Sneha's reaction to his dick, he could fap whenever he wanted to. He took breaks from his chores several times a day to unload. Sneha would often protest, and tell him to stop. But she always watched him with that horrified, hungry look in her eyes.


Eventually, her own stench grew too strong. She relented and gave herself a snow bath next to the fire. She made Krishan promise to turn around the whole time. Krishan agreed, and looked out the window. It was late in the day, and the fire cast enough light on Sneha for a faint reflection on the glass. He could see that she had a slightly plump figure, with wide hips, a large, ass, ample boobs, and a little roundness to her belly. Krishan thought she looked absolutely beautiful.





When she was done with her standing bath, she cleaned her clothes thoroughly, hung them to dry, and wrapped herself in a blanket. As soon as her clothes dried, she redressed in that same gray suit, and went back to sitting silently while Danny took care of their needs.


From then on, they both bathed every day.


~~


"I'm beginning to think no one is coming for us." Sneha sat at the window seat and gazed over the valley below. "Maybe when spring gets here, we can hike out." She turned and looked with suspicion at her discarded heels tossed in the far corner of the cabin.


"About that." Krishan got up and moved over to one of the drawers in the kitchen area. This was the first time she'd expressed her doubts about rescue. Krishan had been waiting for this. "Whoever has been dropping off our packages, left this note a few days ago." He retrieved the tattered piece of paper from the drawer and walked back toward Sneha. The note was written in charcoal on torn, brown paper. He handed the paper to Sneha.


"You cannot leave," Sneha read aloud. "Until you give and take dark delight. One from the other." She looked up at Krishan with wide eyes.


"Well, what do you think it means?" Krishan knew exactly what it meant.


"Come, sit next to me, Krishan." With trembling hands, Sneha put down the paper and patted the seat cushion next to her. "Are you part of this? Is this some horrible, teenage prank?"


"We've been here for weeks." Krishan tried not to lie. "Would I do something like that? I mean, I've been washing with snow and cooking in a fireplace ... for weeks. I miss my Mom."


"I'm sorry. You're right." Sneha bit her bottom lip. "It's just ... with your size down there ... your need to relieve yourself all the time ... and now this note ... and what Tarun said about you ... it's all very strange."





"I didn't plan any of this."


"I believe you, dear." Sneha patted his thigh and sighed. "I wonder if my sweet Ray thinks I'm dead." She sighed again and looked back out the window, thinking of her husband.


"So, what do we do about the note?" Krishan watched her chest rise and fall. He noticed that her suit was looser on her than when they'd first arrived.


"Nothing." Sneha still had her hand resting on Krishan's thigh. She moved her fingers and felt the rough material of his jeans. "They mean for us to sin, Krishan. And we won't give them the satisfaction."


"Oh." Krishan warmed to the feeling of her hand on him. It had been so long since he'd been touched by a woman. "Well, we'll leave in spring then."


"Right." Sneha nodded her head. It was the only sensible notion.


~~


Weeks turned into months, and the pair lived their secluded life in the cabin. Spring never came. Snowfalls came and went, but the thaw didn't arrive. Sneha gave up on some of her modesty, hanging her skirt and jacket by the door to be used only when she ventured into the cold. She let her blouse hang down over her butt, so at least the young man couldn't see too much of what her tights revealed.


Sneha began helping more around the cabin. She would occasionally brave the snow and go out and bring in firewood from the stack near the front door. She cooked sometimes, but it was so easy to burn food near the fire. And she had to admit, Krishan was a better cook than her.


When Krishan masturbated, she no longer protested. He was a boy with needs, and secretly Sneha savored every chance she got to witness his size and youthful virility. She felt young again just watching him. And at night, when she listened to him grunt as he pulled on his long shaft, she'd often let her hand fall under her tights and panties, massaging her clit as quietly as possible. Sneha struggled mightily to think of her husband as she touched herself, but she was having a hard time remembering what his penis looked like. She'd seen Krishan masturbate so many times that his giant penis was now etched into her brain.





~~


"I was thinking." Krishan stood by the fire, giving himself his daily snow bath. His lean, naked form juxtaposed by his long, hard dick jutting out before him. "I don't think we'll get out of here until we do what that note says. Maybe ..." He thought his words over carefully. "If we watched each other fap, that would be a sort of give and take of dark delight. And then we could go. You've already seen me do it a million times. You just have to return the favor."


"But I can't let you see me naked. And ..." Sneha had just taken her bath and washed her clothes. She sat wrapped in her blanket on the bed while her clothes dried, watching Krishan's teenage body closely. She blushed at the thought of touching herself in front of him. "I haven't even done that in front of Ray."


"You do want to see your husband, right?" Krishan finished scrubbing, and turned to put the heat of the fire on his chilly back. "I sure want to see my family. At this point, it's clear we're never leaving until we do what that note says. Dark delight."





"I couldn't." Sneha looked at him askance. Her wet, brown hair hung limp on her shoulders. "You wouldn't even want to see me naked."


"Yeah, I would." Krishan stepped over to the window seat and sat down facing her across the small room. He grabbed his dick and pumped slowly. "I think you're beautiful."

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"Really?" Sneha's blush deepened. "No one's said that to me in a long time." Her pupils dilated as she watched Krishan stroke himself. "Well, okay. Only so that we can go home." She scooted to the edge of the bed and sat with her feet on the floor facing Krishan. Sneha let the blanket fall open and tentatively spread her legs. "You actually are very handsome, Krishan." She reached down and lightly touched her vaginal lips, sliding her fingers up and down. "For a student, I mean."





"Thanks, Mam." Krishan gazed at her. Her boobs hung on her chest with faint stretch marks at the top, and she had large, dark areolas nipples. Her belly was mostly flat. She'd obviously lost weight since they'd arrived. She had a pretty good bush between her legs. "Maybe put a finger in, okay?"


"Okay." She gave him a shy nod, and inserted her left index finger. "Oh, my." Has she ever been turned on? What had her kidnappers done to her? "If we both ... climax ... will they let us go?"


"Maybe." Krishan watched Sneha as she got into it. Her eyes lazily half-closed, and her breathing became shallow. The pair fapped and watched each other for a long time.


"Krishan ... it's going to ... happen." Sneha pistoned herself quickly with her left hand, and rubbed her clit with her right. "Are you ... close ... too?" Her voice squeaked. Sweat trickled down between her wobbling breasts.


"Yeah ... let's do it at ... the same time."


"You'll have to ... hurry ... Krishan." Sneha's hands were a blur on her vagina. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh." She wanted to close her eyes and let the orgasm carry her away, but she couldn't miss Krishan's climax. So, she watched him through heavy lids as he grunted out his completion. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, Krishnaaaaaa," she squealed. The sperm exploding from his manly penis was such a force of nature. His soft, naughty grunts that had at first so unnerved her, now enflamed deep cravings.





The two of them watched each other from across the room as they recovered from their climaxes. Eventually, Krishan got up and started another standing bath to clean himself off.


"Do you think it worked?" Sneha realized she was still sitting with her legs wide open and closed them. She covered herself with her blanket again.


"I guess we'll have to wait and see."


But they weren't whisked from the cabin. They woke the next day and went about their daily activities. Only, this time, when it was time for a bath, they tried masturbating in front of each other again first. After that, they added mutual masturbation to their daily routine. Still the snow surrounded the house. The food packages arrived every night. And they were no closer to going home.


~~


A week passed. Late in the day, Krishan and Sneha masturbated in front of each other as they had done many times recently. This time, Sneha sat on the window seat, and Krishan rested at the edge of the bed.


"I ... have an idea ...." Krishan stood and walked across the room, jacking his dick the whole way. He sat next to Sneha and she cringed when their knees came in contact.


"Not so ... close, Krishan." Despite her discomfort, Sneha continued frigging her vagina.


"I think we need ... to go a little further." Krishan had become comfortable with the once fearsome woman. Especially over the last several days as he got to enjoy the tormented look on her face she made every time she had an orgasm. He took her right hand away from her clit and placed it on the head of his dick. She still had two fingers from her left hand in her pussy. He then reached down with his left hand and massaged her little button with tight circles. "The people that wrote the note want us ... to go farther," he whispered in her ear.


"Oooooohhhhhhhhh." Sneha shuddered. No one had ever touched her with such skill. Not her husband, not her high college boyfriend. Somehow, one of her students, was a master at working a vagina. Her eyes blinked spasmodically, her shoulders trembled, and very unladylike noises came out of her throat. Sneha climaxed at the young man's touch. Her hand gripped his manhood tightly as she moved through her ecstasy, and then automatically stroked it when she was on the other side.





"We need to give each other dark delights, right?" Krishan moved his wet hand from her pussy up to her boob. He rolled her fat nipple between his fingers and enjoyed the little squeal that elicited from her. His hand left her boob and moved behind her neck, his fingers reaching into her brown hair. He tried to imagine Nayanthara cheering him on. This is what she'd want. He put slight pressure on the back of Sneha's head and pushed her slowly down.


"I can't." Sneha looked over at him with pleading eyes. The expression on the boy's face seemed conflicted about that moment, but the hand on the back of her head was confident enough. Her face inched closer and closer to his penis. Her left hand abandoned her vagina and moved over to join her right hand on that incredibly thick pole. "I can't. My husband ... mmmmmmppppppphhhhhhhhh." And then the head of that penis stretched past her lips and into her mouth. Suddenly, she was breathing through her nose and bobbing her head on that monster. Sneha had spent years getting the upper hand on her unruly students, outmaneuvEring them with faith and persuasion. But now, one of her students had completely undermined her authority and her marriage, making her feel like a teenage girl again. She gave Krishan the most sloppy and greedy blowjob she'd ever given, loving the power contained in his penis and the pressure of his hand on the back of her head.





"I'm gonna ... cum ... down your throat ...." Krishan trembled. "Ugh ... ugh ... uuuuuggghhhhhhhh." He flooded her mouth with cum.


"Ggggggggpppphhhhh." Sneha was astounded by the amount of spunk the boy had. She gagged and lifted off him, only to feel blasts of pressure hit her face as he sprayed his sperm. Oh, what would poor Ray think of her now? She was surprised by how much she liked the taste of the hot, salty mess even as she spit it out of her mouth. That musky, tropical scent that Sneha was used to smelling from across the room now enveloped her. In a fog, she leaned back. But then Krishan's hands were on her again, grasping her, kneading her. The desire he expressed through his fingers made her quiver.


"That was really ... great." Krishan took the crumpled blanket from the window seat and threw it on the floor in front of the fire. "This will be better." He moved over to the blanket and pulled the dazed woman with him. He put his back on the floor, pulled her on top of him with her pussy above his face and her head above his dick. Krishan reached up and grabbed her shapely ass with both hands and brought her pussy down to his lips. He could tell from her surprised screams that no one had properly eaten her pussy before.



~~


Sneha gave more blowjobs during the next week than she'd given in her twenty years of marriage. She spit at first, but within a couple days, she swallowed his loads. A day or two after that, she learned to take him almost halfway down her throat. She was blowing him three times a day by the end of the week. And he went down on her countless times. She had no frame of reference for that time of debauchery. How had they ever been bored in that cabin? It now seemed there weren't enough hours in the day to do chores and pleasure each other.


It wasn't a surprise to Sneha when one day after Krishan had gone down on her, he tried to put it in. After that first blowjob, she'd known it was inevitable. Her will to resist had withered and atrophied with each succeeding orgasm.

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"Just the tip." Krishan was between her legs on the bed. "The note needs us to go further." They were naked, as they were most of the time those days.


Sneha looked down between her breasts to the heavy, swaying monster moving closer to her entrance. "I want to, Krishan." Sneha had forgotten about the note. That's how far she'd fallen. She was doing these things now because she wanted to. Because she had to. "But it won't fit. You're just not ... natural ... nnnnnnnooooooooooo." She looked down at her poor vagina as the head slipped in. She watched her own violation by this rapacious thing and offered no real resistance.


"It's in." Krishan wiggled his slender hips a little and an inch pushed into her. "It's really tight, Mam."





"It's stretching me ... Krishan. Oh, God, you're stretching me ... out." She practically shouted the words.


"A ... little ... more." Krishan watched the grimace on her face. It was so sexy to see her struggle to take him. He got about halfway inside her, and then there was no more give. "It's stuck."


"Oh, Krishan. Oh, Krishan. Oh, Krishan," Sneha cooed. She leaned her head back and looked up into his blue eyes. "It hurts ... but ... also ... good. I'm ... full." And she was. Halfway was all that would fit inside her.


Frustrated, Krishan wished Nayanthara would appear and offer her the bargain. Then, he tried to remember the words himself. "The bond, the pact, the contract made," Krishan said. "We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your ... um ... approbation."


"What?" Sneha furrowed her brow at the words and then gritted her teeth as that great thing pushed at her tiny vagina.


"Just take the deal, and it'll fit."


"I need it to ... fit." Without even thinking about what she was agreeing to, she acquiesced. What did it matter? Everything had gone crazy since she'd walked up the icy front walk to the Anderson home all those months ago. "I accept." In an instant, her boobs, vagina, and hips felt like they were on fire, and a strange reddish glow filled the room. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh. Help me."


"I got this." Krishan knew what to do. He pulled out of her, picked her up off the bed, and carried her out the front door into the snow. He put her down on her back and rubbed snow all over her growing boobs. She screamed some more, but he could tell the heat was already past its peak. He took a handful of snow and pressed it against her pussy. The sanguine glow faded after a few minutes. Sneha slumped in the snow, exhausted, her change complete. Krishan picked her back up, marched her back into the cabin, and tossed her on the bed. He spread her legs and slid his dick into her wet pussy.


"Oooohhhhhhhhh. What happened?" Sneha felt her boobs rock on her chest as Krishan humped her with long, slow thrusts. She looked down at her breasts. They moved wrong. Heavier and bigger. And, as she focused down between her legs, she could see that long penis completely disappear with each lurch of Krishan's hips. "Ooooohhhhh ... it's all the way ... in. It really ... iissssssss." The cabin, the months spent away from family, the strange circumstances, the fire that had momentarily consumed her, were all swept clean out of her mind. All that was left was a singular focus on the amazing sensation his penis created. She needed to mate with this young man. She needed him to want her. And to take what he wanted.





"You ... look ... so ... pretty ... Mam." Krishan humped her on the bed for a long time. She came and came under him, quivSnehag and yelping, and not behaving one bit like a high college principal. When it was time for him to cum, she eagerly spread her legs wider and let him seed her. Thirty minutes later, he came in her again. And he did it again an hour after that. They missed their dinner that night and fell asleep, their sweaty bodies entwined. That was the first night Krishan slept in the cabin's bed.


As he drifted off to sleep, Krishan smiled, sure that he'd completed his task and he'd be back home to his mom in no time.


~~


In the morning, Krishan woke up and opened his eyes. He was still in the cabin. He looked over at Sneha sleeping peacefully next to him. She was on her side and her large, milky white breasts spilled onto the bed sheet. Her messy, hair covered part of her face, but he could see his dried cum on her right cheek.


Hadn't Krishan done enough to earn his ticket home? Naked, he slipped out of bed and padded across the rough wood floor. He carefully placed some logs over the embers in the fireplace to get the day's fire going again. Why were they still here? Frustration built inside him. He wanted to go home. Still naked, he opened the front door and strode out into the snow. He slammed the door behind him.


"Nayan?" Krishan's voice echoed off the tall line of blue spruce trees. "I did it. I want to go home now," he shouted up at the sky as small snowflakes fluttered down around him. "I'm going to miss my senior year. They won't let me graduate. Nayanthara? Do you hear me? Daystar? I want to go home. I miss my family." He got no answer but the echoes that reverberated around the small cabin. Krishan didn't know if he was shivering from frustration, or cold. He kicked snow with his bare foot, and walked over to pee on a tree. When he returned to the cabin, he picked up the day's care package that someone had left by the door, and reentered the cabin.


"Who were you talking to, Krishan?" Sneha sat up in bed. With her left hand, she held the blanket over her breasts. Her wild hair went in all different directions. She couldn't help but watch his soft penis swing as he walked. It contained so much potential energy. Goodness, it had really turned kinetic the day before. Her jaw tightened as she thought of all the seed he'd planted in her unprotected garden.





"No one." Krishan stomped over to the kitchen and dumped the paper-wrapped package on the countertop. He turned to face her and wiped tears from his eyes with the back of his hands. "I guess I was just yelling at the woods. I really want to go home, you know?"


"I know, dear." Sneha frowned to see him like this. She held out her arms to him, conscious that as she let go of the blanket, she exposed her boobs to him. Well, it's not like he hadn't seen them before. "Come here."


"I have to make breakfast." Krishan looked at the inviting bed, but thought of all his chores. The fire in the hearth had caught, and it spread its warmth through the cold room. More tears ran down his cheeks. It was so embarrassing.


"Breakfast can wait. Let me give you a hug." Sneha felt so protective of the poor boy. If only she could do something to help him. But they'd already pleasured each other per the note's instructions, and they were still stuck. With arms outheld, she beckoned him with her fingers.


"Okay." Krishan walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He embraced Sneha and rested his head on her soft shoulder as he cried. Little by little his tears dried. He noticed all her lovely curves pressed into him. He dug his fingers into the smooth skin on her back.


"What happened last night?" Sneha patted his back and felt the familiar presence of his penis begin to press into her hip. God, he was large. "Why was I so hot, and then ... bigger?"


"You made a deal with the Devil." Krishan leaned back to look her in the eyes.





"I'm serious, Krishan." And she tried to look serious, but it was hard to do that when dried semen made her hair extend in different directions. "What's going on?"


"I guess ..." Krishan leaned in and kissed her on her soft, pink lips. "... we're stuck here ..." He kissed her again. "... and we should just make the best of it." A sly smile played on his lips. He was feeling a little better.


"I don't think we should have sex again, Krishan." Sneha's heart beat loudly in her chest. "I could get pregnant. And it's ... wrong. What would Ray think of me? I'll satisfy you with my mouth, okay? Think of your mother, dear. Would she want you to ... uuuupppphhhhhh." Sneha let Krishan kiss her and accepted his tongue as it moved into her mouth. She fell onto her back, and within minutes they were humping like animals again. She let the boy put two more loads inside her before breakfast, God help her. And Ray was the farthest thing from her mind.



~~


Once the floodgates opened, the pair went at it constantly. Either they were doing chores, or they were humping. That was life at the cabin going forward.


"You think your husband ... uh ... uh ... uh ... is still looking for us?" Krishan took her doggie on the bed. His hands grasped her hips. He watched her wide, motherly ass shake with each powerful thrust.


"I don't ... ooohhhhh ... knooowwwwww." Sneha had never let a man take her like a dog before. Now she relished the way he treated her. She pushed her butt back at him, and watched her hanging boobs smack together with each impact under her.


"How would he feel ... if he found us right now?" Krishan slapped her ass and enjoyed her little yelp in response.
"B ... b ... baaaddddd."

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"He'd know this was my ... pussy ... now." Krishan tried some of Nayanthara's dirty talk. From the increasing intensity of Sneha's grunts, he thought she liked it.


"Yesssss." Sneha was completely under the boy's spell.


"Does your husband ... ugh ... have a little dick?" Krishan drove his cock into her, but Sneha didn't respond. "I said, does ... your ... husband ... have ... a little dick?" He slapped her ass again.


"Oh, my ... God. Yes ... yes ... yes ... he's small."


"And I have ... a big one?" Krishan watched her back muscles flex each time she absorbed the shock of his slam into her.





"You're ... so much ... bigger ... than Ray." Sneha gritted her teeth, she wanted to give Krishan ... everything.


"Take off your ring ... Mam. And toss it away."


"Oh, Krishan ... no ..." But Sneha reached over with her right hand and pulled her wedding ring off her finger. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed it across the room and heard it clatter across the floor.


"You're my girlfriend ... in this cabin ... not his wife." Krishan grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back to arch her back.


"Oh, please ... oh, please ..." Sneha could tell he was about to unload in her again. Her orgasm overtook all higher brain functions and she grunted as that warm cum splashed inside her.





~~


Those next weeks at the cabin taught Sneha dozens of new positions. The twisted things they did would have shocked and appalled her old self. But the principal in her faded away, and the animal in her surged. Needless to say, her vagina was constantly flooded with seed.


The pair almost never dressed now, even to go out in the snow. This was fine with Sneha, most of her clothes didn't fit her anymore anyway, with her expanded bust and hips.





Weeks turned into months, and sure enough, Sneha's belly began to swell. How were they going to raise a child in this forever-winter cabin? Sneha didn't know. But her thoughts about her old life rarely intruded as time passed. She was committed to this new life with Krishan. With him in her arms and between her legs.


~~


One morning, instead of the daily package, Krishan found a note by the front door. He quickly returned inside and woke Sneha. He handed her the note. "Read it."


"Committed. Remitted. Dress and leave the cabin together. You go back today," Sneha read. She put the note down and looked up at Krishan. "Home?"


"We're going home." Krishan bounced with excitement, and went to retrieve his clothes from the corner.


"Really?" Sneha frowned and looked down at the note again.





"Aren't you happy?" Krishan pulled on his underwear and his pants. "You get to see your husband and your children."


"Yes." Sneha looked over at Krishan as he pulled his shirt over his narrow shoulders. "I mean. It's been a long time. What will they think? What will I tell them?" She looked down at her round belly. She wasn't huge, but her pregnancy certainly showed. Krishan's baby was in there.


"I don't know. We'll figure that out when we get home." Krishan hopped on one foot as he pulled on his sock. He picked up Sneha's clothes and brought them to the bed. "This is what we wanted this whole time. We're going home." He dropped the clothes next to her and offered his hand to help her up. She took it and stood.


"Will I even have my job anymore?" Sneha ignored the bra. She'd leave it behind, useless as it now was. She wiggled her panties and tights on. Her skirt didn't fit right, so she left it mostly unzipped.


"I don't know." Krishan kissed her on the cheek.


"What will happen to us, Krishan?" Sneha stopped pulling on her blouse and a deep sadness crept into her eyes.


"What do you want to happen?" Krishan truly didn't know what her answer was going to be.


"Tell me." She pulled on her jacket and tugged at the sleeves when it didn't sit right. The suit was made for a different woman. "You and your sister-in-law ... all those fake doctor visits ... did you ...?"


"Yes." Krishan cocked his head at her. There was no reason to lie. "Hansika's my girlfriend."





"I see." Sneha nodded her head. She had suspected as much for a long time. Something like that would have floored her old self, now she just took the news in stride. "When we get back, can I ... um ..." She looked for her discarded wedding ring on the floor, found it in the corner near the window, and put it back on. "Can I ..." She walked back to Krishan, twisting the ring around her finger with nervous anticipation. "Can I be your girlfriend, too?"


"What?" Krishan sighed in relief. "Of course. I promise. Whatever happens with your husband, we'll still be a thing."


"Okay." Sneha let a half-smile part her lips. She put on her heels, took Krishan's hand, and together they walked out of the cabin.

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~~


Still holding hands, Sneha and Krishan stumbled from the secret opening in the fireplace. Behind them, they heard grinding as the hearth rotated back to its normal position. Bewildered, they looked around Mansion's main living room.





"Nothing's changed." Krishan couldn't wipe the smile off his face. Euphoria at his return surged through him.


"Oh, thank God." Sneha squeezed his hand. "We really are back."


"There you two are." Anushka stuck her head in the doorway. Her eyes, immediately drawn to Sneha and Krishan's clasped hands. "I've been looking all over for you."


"What?" Krishan wasn't sure what sort of response he was expecting upon being reunited with his long-lost mother, but nonchalance wasn't it.


"I spent a good five minutes looking for you." Anushka stepped into the room and watched as Sneha and Krishan quickly dropped their hands away from one another. "Ileana is recovering in the guestroom. She says she just had a fright." Anushka turned her attention to Sneha. "So, what did Krishan do that merits a visit from the college principal?"





"I ... I ..." Sneha couldn't think straight. Had it really been only minutes since they departed? "I'm sorry, Anushka. I have to go." She walked briskly toward the door.


"Your purse." Anushka bent down, picked up the woman's purse, and handed it to her.


"Thank you." Sneha looked back at Krishan as she left the room, her eyes full of meaning.


Krishan nodded to her and she was gone. Her heels clicked down the hall. A few seconds later he heard the front door slam.


"Well, that was weird." Anushka eyed him up and down. "Did she look ... different to you?"


"No." Krishan shook his head.


Sensing his discomfort, Anushka let it go. Maybe she'd ask him more about whatever had just happened later. She walked up to her son and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "My, gosh, You're ripe. Time for a shower, big guy." Anushka looked toward the hall and then gave his small, firm butt a good smack.


"I love you so much, Mom." Krishan grabbed Anushka and gave her a great big bearhug. He breathed in deeply and smelled the floral scent of her shampoo. He'd really missed shampoo.


"I love you too, pumpkin." Anushka chuckled and squeezed him back. "Now go take that shower, Mr. Stinky."


"Right." Krishan gave her one last squeeze, and then hustled off toward the shower. A long, hot shower sounded perfect. It was so good to be home.


Outside the house, Sneha slammed her car door, started the engine, and sat in the driveway. With unsteady hands she unzipped her winter coat, and unbuttoned her suit jacket. Sure enough, her boobs were larger and under her blouse she could see the swell of her belly. She had Krishan's baby growing inside her. She put the car in drive, and headed home to her oblivious husband.





To be continue...

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"Wow, Mom. I missed your tits so much." Krishan looked down at Anushka from the edge of his bed where he sat. His puppy dog eyes were filled with adoration.


"Gosh, Krish." Anushka pressed her breasts firmly together around her son's penis and moved them up and down with steady rhythm. "First, don't call them tits, okay?"


"You just said ... tits, Mom." Krishan smiled. "That's ... ugh ... so hot."


"And secondly, we did it this morning. How can you miss me so much already?" Anushka smiled back at her overeager son. It really was flattering how much he loved her attention.


"I'll tell you about that ... later. Right now ... I'm about to cum." Krishan leaned back. This was heaven.





"Okay, go ahead, pumpkin." Anushka released her tits and lowered her mouth to his dick.


"No ... I wanna cum ... all over you."


Anushka spit him out with a plop. "Really?" She took his long penis in both hands and stroked up and down. "I don't know about the mess, Krish." Her lips parted as she looked down at that bloated, purplish head. She was so used to taking his seed in one of her three holes, he hadn't sprayed her in a while.


"Please ... Mom?" Krishan was close. He'd loved every orgasm he'd had with Sneha , but there was no substitute for a mother's love.


"Well, okay. If you really want it that badly, mister. Give me your sperm." Anushka worked him with her hands faster, his thing slick with her saliva.


"Tell me ... to give you ... my cum."


Anushka paused. She'd said tits, even though it was accidental. She'd started saying pussy. And now she was about to say cum. She was talking like a crude teenager. But Krishan seemed to like it. She took a deep breath. "Give me your cum, Krish. Cover me in your hot stuff."


"Yeeesssss ... Moooommmmmmm." Krishan grunted and let go. His thick cum launched up onto Anushka's face, into her hair, and landed on her boobs. It also splattered on the floor all around her.






"Oh, my." Anushka closed her eyes and let Krishan's eighteen-year-old penis do its thing. She was a canvas as Krishan perfected his masterpiece. When he finished, Anushka wiped the cum from her eyes and looked up at him. "There now, I should probably shower off and get back to your father. He's working on that same leaky valve down in the basement."


"That ... same ... valve?" Krishan let his dreamy smile widen. "Dad is such ... a dummy." Krishan looked down at the wedding ring on his mom's finger. Her hands still held his hard cock. Cum dripped down over the diamonds. "The house ... is messing with him. He's a sucker, Mom."


"Be respectful of your father, Krishan." Anushka tried to sound stern, but she squeaked a little as the penis lurched in her hands. Despite herself, she pumped him again slowly.


"But he is a dummy, Mom." Krishan pulled her onto his lap. "He's the one who wanted to buy this house, right?"


"Yes." She willingly straddled him, her heavy, cum-soaked tits jiggling as she moved. Without thinking, she guided him into her pussy. "Oh, gosh." Her body quivered as he hit some hidden place deep inside her.





"He even saw my dick, Mom. The whole family saw how big it was, but he didn't protect you from it." He gripped the soft flesh around her hips and bounced her on his dick. "He's either stupid, or he wanted me to have you. He should have known. You said the seller even warned you guys about the house, right?"


"Yes. A ... warning. Oh, gosh." Anushka wondered what her womanly body looked like shaking on top of her young man. She'd have to ask him to make another video sometime. "But ... it's not ... your father's fault."


"He's a dummy, Mom." Krishan was emboldened by his time with Sneha . He'd seen how willing she'd been to literally throw her wedding ring away. "I mean, I like my dad. But he's oblivious. How many times have you slept next to him with my cum inside you?"


"Many ... many times." Anushka's orgasm built inside her.


"His wife's sleeping with his son right under his nose." Krishan slapped playfully at one of her hanging boobs. There was a wet, smacking sound as he hit some of the dripping cum. "Say he's a dummy, Mom."



"Oh, gosh ... gosh ... gosh ... your father ... is a ... dummy ... Krish. Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Her hips rocked wildly, and she came all over her son's mighty penis. She dug her fingers into his meager chest.


"Wow, Mom. You're amazing." Krishan looked up into her twisted, pretty face. Cum dripped down her left cheek and her chin. Was this the same woman who'd raised him for eighteen years? The same woman that read him bedtime stories all so long ago? And kissed him when he scbangd a knee?


Anushka came three more times riding her son before he finally unloaded inside of her. "Wow, sweetie. It seems like you really needed me today." She lay on top of him, her boobs pressing into his skinny frame, and her head beside his on the pillow. The smell of his cum filled the room with an earthy vitality. His penis flexed inside her when she said that, and she gave a little gasp.


"Yeah." He reached down and gently slapped her full butt cheek. "You're the best mom in the world. Thank you so much for saying those things."


"Well, don't get used to it." She sat up and looked down at him. Anushka was well aware that she looked like a wreck at the moment, but she couldn't bring herself to care. "And you're welcome." Some sperm dribbled into her mouth. She licked at it with her tongue and swallowed. "Now, I better go get dinner ready. Let's hope your father isn't finished with that valve yet."


"My dumb father?"


Anushka sighed. "Let's hope your dumb father isn't finished yet."


"Thanks, Mom." Krishan reached up and squeezed her nipple. A little warm milk spilled out onto his fingers. "I have a feeling he's still hard at work."





"There's something else I wanted to talk about." Anushka pulled off Krishan with a sloppy plop and stood up. She waddled to her clothes as cum ran down the inside of her thighs. She picked up her shirt and mopped up some of her son's stuff that covered her. "Ileana will be staying here a couple days as she recovers from her fright. It didn't seem right to send her back to an empty house."


"Oh?" That sounded interesting to Krishan.

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"She's in a fragile state." Anushka looked back at her son. He looked so handsome leaning back on the bed. His enormous thing is still as hard as ever. Anushka wiped some cum from her eyebrow. "Please don't ... you know ... um ... have sex with her."


"Okay."


Anushka tried to make eye contact with Krishan, but he looked away. She pulled on her skirt. "Well, if something does happen with you two, I mean, it shouldn't, but you're a young man and you seem to just go and go, so ..." Anushka bit her bottom lip. "If something does happen, please use the condoms I bought you."


"Sure, Mom." Krishan looked back into his mother's eyes and smiled. "Thanks."

~~


That night, the dinner table was lively. Shriya had a friend over. Anu Emmanuel was in the twin's senior class and had struck up a friendship with Shriya recently when Shriya helped her with work. Anu Emmanuel told jokes, and seemed a good-natured dinner companion. Throughout the evening, she kept pushing her hair back behind her left ear, so she could steal furtive glances of Krishan.



Karun was also there, although his wife had vacated her place at the table. He tried to match Anu Emmanuel's humor, but of course he took it too far. "Hey Krish," Karun laughed. "The only difference between your momma and a washing machine is that every time I dump a load in the washing machine, it doesn't follow me around for a week. Oooohhhhhhhh."


"She's your mom too, doofus," Shriya stared daggers at Karun.


"Ganesh?" Anushka frowned. "Control your son."


"What?" Ganesh never liked to get involved with such things, but that comment was over the line. "Now, Karun. None of that talks about your mother. It's unseemly."


"It's only a joke." Karun pressed his lips together.


"They say more snow is coming." Ileana also sat at the dinner table. She was not used to such bawdy language. She desperately wanted to change the subject. When no one took her up on her weather conversation, she tried another tack. "Where is your wife, Karun?"


"Her mom just called. She's somewhere in the house on the phone." Karun shrugged.


"Oh, well --" Ileana was about to compliment the meal, when Karun's tall, blonde wife walked into the dining room.





"I have to go." Hansika sat down next to Karun in a daze. She placed her phone neatly next to her untouched plate of food.


"What's wrong?" Anushka suddenly worried that something had happened to Krishan's baby growing inside her daughter-in-law.


"My mom fell on steps. She's in the hospital." Hansika's ashen face was very still. "I have to go see her." She looked around the walls for a clock, but there was none in the dining room. Only the tick tock of that ponderous clock somewhere in the house.


"That's a long drive. I'll go with you, sweetie." Anushka stood. "Ganesh, you don't mind holding down the fort here for a few days?"


"No problem," Ganesh grumbled. He could use her help with the house, but now that the valve was tiptop, he could at least get to work on the spare bedroom.


"But, Moooommmmmmm," both twins chorused and then looked at each other suspiciously.


"What, I'm not good enough?" Ganesh eyed the twins.


"Little Krish's a momma's boy." Karun curled his lip in a mocking smile.


"Stop that." Hansika hit Karun's shoulder with some force. "Leave Krish alone."


"What?" Karun rubbed his shoulder. "I'm the one that should be complaining. It's my wife that's leaving me."


"It sounds like you are complaining." Hansika scowled at him. "And you need to focus, Karun. My mom is in the hospital."


"Sorry." Karun wasn't used to receiving a scolding from his wife.





Anu Emmanuel watched the theatrics with a smirk on her face. She so loved to see other families in dysfunction. Her smile widened when she noticed Krishan looking at her. She brushed her hair behind her ear again, and looked down at her plate.


"I'll go, too." Ileana spoke up. The woman looked over at Hansika. "I mean, if you think it would be helpful. With Maxamed ... um ... not here ... I'd like to help."


Hansika looked over at Anushka and Anushka nodded. "Thank you, Ileana. I'm sure it would be helpful to have you along."


"I want to go, too." Krishan looked with pleading eyes at his mother.


"You've got college." Ganesh reached over and ruffled his hair. "But I'm happy to see that you want to help family in a time of need."


"It's almost winter break. I can miss a few days." Krishan tried to sound manly about his request, but he wasn't sure he succeeded.


"Your father's right. I still don't know why Senha stopped by yesterday only to run back out." Anushka looked carefully at her son. "I wouldn't want you to get into any sort of trouble at college." She also didn't want him sharing a trip with Hansika. Anushka wanted Hansika to focus on being a good wife to Karun.


"Um ... who is this lady, and why is she going on a road trip with my wife?" Karun nodded at Ileana and looked at his mother.


"Don't be rude, sweetie." Anushka furrowed her brow at her oldest. "She's a friend of the family." She turned to Ileana. "We needed to pick up some of your things anyway. Shall we stop by your house on the way and pack a suitcase?"


"Yes, thank you." Ileana nodded. How strange to find a sense of belonging here among this family, in a house formerly possessed by demons. She smiled, looked at Krishan, and quickly looked away. And in a house where she'd met a virile teenager that she'd somehow let between her legs more than once. But that part of it was now behind her.

~~

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Krishan watched the women get into Anushka's minivan and slowly drive away. Thankfully, Karun left at the same time, his pickup truck roaring ahead of the minivan. Krishan sighed, closed the front door, and turned to find Nayanthara standing behind him wearing one of her long, flowing dresses.


"How felicitous." Nayanthara's pretty, freckled face beamed at Krishan. "You made it back. And now the good Senha is hooked like a walleye. You just need to keep reeling, Krishan."



"Were you the reason I spent all that time in the cabin?" Krishan frowned at her as he carefully gazed up into her green eyes.


"That was my partner, dearie." Nayanthara tilted her head and gave him a look like he might have been an ungrateful child who'd just spilled his milk. "And I don't know about 'all that time.' You were only gone for a couple minutes."


"I didn't like it." Krishan walked past her toward the stairs and she fell in next to him, holding her big, round belly. Krishan tried not to be comforted by her presence. "Well, maybe I liked it a little. I didn't like being trapped there."


"That was a bit ... unexpected." Nayanthara nodded her head thoughtfully. "But that's what happens when you have a partner that likes to break rules. No?"


"A partner?" Krishan climbed the stairs and glanced over at her flowing hair. "I don't have a partner."


"You offered Sneha the deal. Did you not?" Nayanthara walked carefully up the last few stairs, as if to protect her unborn baby from an accidental fall. "You and he ... and me ..." A warm, friendly smile parted her lips. "... are confederates now." She put an icy hand on his shoulder and they stopped in the second-floor hall. "I know your companions departed for a time. It can't be easy watching your mother go after you only just returned. Let me comfort you." She kissed him on his warm cheek. "Take comfort in Sneha arms when you are at the collegehouse." She kissed him on the other cheek. "And maybe you will find another." She kissed him gently on the lips.


"I don't want another."


"Life may surprise you." She kissed him again and explored his young mouth with her tongue. They broke the kiss, and she led him to his room, closing the door after them. "But as I said, let me comfort you, Krishan." She stepped out of her dress, completely naked underneath.






"Wow. I ... um ..." Krishan looked her up and down. Her freckles spilled from her face down her shoulders and onto her chest, dappling the skin on her large breasts. Her hips, boobs, and belly. Nayanthara embodied promise and fertility. "I forgot how beautiful you are," Krishan murmured.


"There now, I knew you'd like what's underneath." She leaned her naked body up against him. His warmth spread through his clothes into her. "What's mine is yours." She nibbled on his ear. "I'm so proud of you, dearie. You learned a lot in your time away. Look at what you made your mom admit to you." She pulled down his trousers and undergarments. His swelling penis pushed back at her fingers as it readied itself for what was to come.


"You mean about Dad being a dummy?" Krishan smiled. "It felt good to say that stuff. And even better to hear Mom say that stuff."


"What a good lad you are." Nayanthara dropped to her knees. "Let me tend to you in your mother's absence." She opened her mouth wide and sucked him in.





"Ohhhh ... Nayan ... your cold mouth ... feels so good." Krishan intertwined his fingers in her hair and leaned his head back.


Later, as Nayanthara rode Krishan hard, Krishan looked up at her wobbling body. It hadn't been that long ago that he'd been a sexless teenager. Why was he pouting about his mom leaving to help the family? That was stupid. Here he was getting ridden like a horse by this goddess. He listened to the low, guttural sounds she made. He stared at her boobs, bouncing off her belly over and over, and her thin arms, flexing as she held her pregnant tummy. And he had Sneha  to look forward to as well. "I'm gonna cum ... again ... Nayan."


"Yeeesssssssss," Nayanthara hissed. "Fill me with your ... heat."


"Oh ... you feel ... so tight." Krishan knew he'd be just fine while his mom, Hansika, and Ileana were away.




~~


"So, is Krishan dating anyone?" Anu Emmanuel sat on the couch in the basement and looked away from the boring space movie that played on the television.


"No." Shriya sat, engrossed in the action. The alien escaped from containment, and she just knew it was going to do something icky to the scientist lady that stood there gaping at it.


"Really? I just assumed, since he's ... well ... you know." Anu Emmanuel was usually pretty upfront about things, but for some reason krish made her a little nervous.


"No, I don't know." Shriya turned her eyes away from the movie to her new friend. "Tell me."


"Well, me and some of the other girls at college have noticed that he ... um ..." Anu Emmanuel fidgeted with her bracelet. "He's been really cute lately. I don't know, there's something about him. And ... well ... we've noticed that he has a pretty big lump in his pants."


"Gross, Anu Emmanuel." Shriya twisted up her face in a sour expression.


"Well, he's your twin. Have you ...?" Anu Emmanuel twisted her bracelet faster. "Have you seen it?"


"Eeewwww." Shriya took a pillow off the couch and threw it at Anu Emmanuel with a laugh. "You're a perv, Anu Emmanuel."





Anu Emmanuel caught the pillow and hugged it to her chest. "Well, have you seen it?"


"I can't believe you're asking me about my brother's dick. Anu Emmanuel." Shriya rolled her eyes. "Well, if you must know. My parents thought there was something wrong with it, and the whole family got a good look while they were debating whether to take him to a doctor."

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"Something wrong with it? Like an STD?" Anu Emmanuel whispered.


"Nothing like that." Shriya shook her head. "It was just so big. And I think it was bothering him. We talk about a lot of stuff, but Krish and I never talked about it."


"So how big was it?" Anu Emmanuel's eyes went wide.


"It hung really low." Shriya felt heat in her belly as she thought back on that day. "Don't tell the other girls at college I saw his dick, okay? They'd think I was a perv."


"Sure."


"I would say it was maybe seven or eight inches long?" Shriya definitely felt butterflies in her stomach. With everything that had happened with her mother, she thought for sure she was a lesbian. But now she wasn't so sure.





"You saw him hard?" Anu Emmanuel's mouth dropped open in shock.


"No, that was soft."


"Oh ... my ... God." Anu Emmanuel felt her panties flood. "That's too big. Your brother is some sort of animal." Anu Emmanuel threw the pillow back at Shriya.


"Shut up." Shriya caught the pillow, laughed, and put it on her lap.


"Yeah, okay. I'll shut up." Anu Emmanuel climbed over to her friend, and put her head on the pillow and watched the rest of the dumb movie. They don't talk anymore about Krishan, but Anu Emmanuel had the strangest feelings moving through her body as she thought about what Shriya had described.


Shriya put her fingers in her friend's hair and played with it as the movie moved to its climax. She lost interest in the alien, instead thinking about her friend's warm body next to hers. And her brother's impossible dick.


~~


The house was certainly drafty. Anu Emmanuel tiptoed out of Shriya's room and took the stairs out of the tower. Her pajamas barely kept her warm in the freezing hall. She didn't know what time it was, but she had to pee like a racehorse. Or that's what her mom would have said. Anu Emmanuel remembered that the bathroom was on the right, across from Krishan's room. Earlier, she'd brushed her teeth with Shriya in another bathroom on the other side of the second floor. But this one was closer.


The bathroom door was closed. The cold knob didn't turn in her hand. She listened at the door and heard the shower running. And then it turned off. Oh shit. Krishan was on the other side of that door. Naked. Anu Emmanuel wasn't one for crushes, usually. But there was something about the contrast of that skinny, gentle boy with that manly bulge he could never quite hide.


Faint humming carried through the door. He was humming the song. What a nerd. What an adorable nerd. And suddenly the door opened and there stood Krishan, naked, his hair still wet, and a surprised look on his face.


"Anu Emmanuel," was all that came out of Krishan's mouth.





"I need to pee." Anu Emmanuel's brain twisted itself in knots. She hadn't meant to say that. Her eyes traveled down his scrawny frame and stopped when they reached his dangling dick. "Holy shit." Shriya had been telling the truth. It was immense. It looked like it belonged on a pachyderm, not cute, little Krishan. "I have to pee," she said again. And she was scouted by Krishan, and pushed him in the back so he stumbled into the hall. Anu Emmanuel turned toward him with her hand on the door. As he halfway turned toward her with startled eyes, Anu Emmanuel leaned forward. "Sorry about pushing you." She kissed him quickly on the cheek. What was she doing? She was behaving like someone much younger than her eighteen years. "But I gotta pee." She closed the door. "Wow, that was weird," Anu Emmanuel whispered to herself.


Krishan scratched his head. He liked Anu Emmanuel, but she was an odd girl. Shivering in the cold hallway, Krishan turned and entered his room. He got into his pajamas and turned out the light. What had Nayanthara said about someone new? Maybe she was talking about Anu Emmanuel. Krishan felt manly when he thought about the petite girl with her naked body pressed up against him. That wouldn't be so bad.



~~


Sneha sat numbly in front of her computer. She wore a large formless sweater to hide her new boobs and burgeoning belly. She also wore a long loose skirt, because her suit skirts didn't fit her anymore. If anyone had noticed she'd changed her normal attire, no one said anything.


The cursor on the monitor blinked at her, stopped on the same word for more than ten minutes. She couldn't focus. It was so strange to be back. But, to the world, she never really left.


"Sneha?" The intercom buzzed at her.


Woken from her stupor, she hit the intercom button. "Yes?"


"Krishan is here to see you. He says he has an appointment."


"Okay, send him in." Suddenly, Sneha 's pulse thundered in her ears. Was she really this student's girlfriend? She stared down at her wedding ring. She looked up when Krishan opened the door, walked in, and then closed it after him.


"You think the secretary noticed my dick?" Krishan had a big smile on his face. He'd grown very fond of his principal.





"Shh." Sneha  stood, glancing at his pants. His erection was obvious, and she thought the secretary probably did notice. That complicated things. She needed to arouse no suspicions. "They might hear you," she whispered. "We can't talk in here." She walked briskly to the office's back door, opened it, scanned the hall, and then walked down to the conference room. It was a windowless room, with a door that locked. They usually used it for questioning students. "In here." She flipped the in-use sign around, so other faculty with a key wouldn't interrupt them. "Quickly, Krishan." She ushered him in, and closed and locked the door. She turned to face him and she matched his smile with her own.


"Can we talk now?" Krishan stepped closer to her.


"I didn't know if you'd want to ... to see me. After we got back ... um ... You have your sister-in-law and ... I'm really happy you came here ... but we can't really talk at college." She stammered like a collegegirl, blushing profusely.


"I missed you." Krish stepped up to her and put his hands on her wide hips.


"You did?" She looked down into his eyes and blinked at the surreal moment.


"Yeah." Krishan leaned up and kissed her on the lips. He could feel the tension in her body melt as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.


"Mmmpphhhhhh." Sneha  wanted to tell him they couldn't do this at college, but she couldn't bring herself to part lips with him. She felt her breasts push into his chest as his hands moved around to her butt and he pressed her into him. His penis poked into her belly. He was so big.


A half-hour later, she was suspended in the air, bouncing on that long cock. She clenched her panties between her teeth, trying to stifle her cries. The conference room wasn't totally soundproof. Her skirt bunched around her waist, and her high-heel clad feet bobbed helplessly out in space as he violently hit bottom over and over again. Stars flashed before her eyes and the world swam around her. She was in the middle of betraying her sweet, boring husband. Not to mention her children. And she was doing it in a place where she was respected, and depended on by so many. But all she could think about was how good it would feel to have Krishan's hot stuff inside her again. And how much she needed that next orgasm. With Krishan, another mind-numbing orgasm was always right around the corner.


"I'm gonna ... cum ... in you, Mrs. Haskins." Krishan squeezed those soft butt cheeks harder and pulled her down onto his cock with more force.


Sneha  wanted to tell him to keep it down, but even if her panties hadn't been in her mouth, she doubted she'd be able to say much of anything. Her eyelids fluttered as she heard his soft groans, and felt that familiar splash of heat inside her. They orgasmed together.





When they had calmed some, Krishan pulled his dick out of her and put her down on her feet. "You sure you don't want to do this at college?" He reached for his underwear and grabbed them from the tabletop.


"I ... I don't think so, dear." Sneha  wasn't sure about anything anymore. Her panties were soaked with saliva and her own juices, but she needed something to slow the cum that was already leaking out of her. She bent down and stepped into them.


"Will my house work?" Krishan found his pants and pulled them on. His dick started to deflate.


"I couldn't possibly. People would see." Sneha  pulled on her panties and looked at him with worry.


"Will your house work?"


"God, no." Sneha  shook her hips and her skirt fell back down past her knees.


"Well, then it'll have to be college." Krishan stepped closer to her and placed his hand on her sweater above her belly. "Did you tell your husband yet about the baby?"

[Krishan202]

"Oh, my gosh, Krishan." How did this eighteen-year-old have such sway over her? "He hasn't noticed yet. I don't think he looks at me much anymore."


"What an idiot." Krishan smacked her butt gently through her skirt.


"Remember, it's his baby. Officially." Sneha  didn't correct Krishan about her husband being an idiot. He certainly wasn't the man she thought he was not long ago. "I'll tell him soon. I won't be able to hide it much longer."


"So, it's settled then. We'll keep doing this at college?" Krishan kissed her cheek.


It wasn't settled at all. "Yes, I'll think of something." Sneha  absentmindedly wiped the kiss off her cheek with her hand. "Now, I need to clean up in the bathroom. You head down the hall to the left. It'll take you out to a supply room, which leads back to the main hall. If anyone is outside, we were discussing ..." She couldn't think of a plausible excuse.


"I am in trouble for missing too much class, remember?"


"Yeah, that." Sneha  took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She was an accomplished woman. She could manage this situation. She put her hand on the knob and opened the door. Thankfully, no one was around. The lovers split up with one last glance. Krishan headed back to class. Sneha  went off to try and erase the evidence of her infidelity.



~~


The twins walked up their driveway as the college bus drove away. The temperature was in the upper thirties, and snow slowly melted, turning the front walk a little muddy. Usually, Shriya raced to get inside before Krishan, but today they walked side by side.


"I think my friend has a crush on you." Shriya said this as nonchalantly as possible.


"I think so, too." Krishan smiled and glanced at his sister. "I ran into her last night and she kissed me on the cheek. Oh, and she kept telling me she had to pee."


Shriya laughed. "She didn't tell me that. Well, Anu Emmanuel is a little forward. But she's cute, don't you think?"


"Yeah." Krishan nodded.


"Do you think you would want to date her?" Shriya didn't usually meddle in Krishan's love life.


"I don't know." Krishan climbed the front steps and opened the front door. He held the door open for Shriya.


"Is it because ...?" Shriya stepped into the front entry room, dropped her backpack, and took off her boots. She looked around for their father, but she saw no sign of him. He was probably off fixing something in some far corner of the house. "Is it because you're worried about the size of your you-know-what? Are you worried the girls won't like it?" The butterflies in her stomach flapped again. Why had Anu Emmanuel said those things? Shriya needed to get this out of her mind so she could go back to seeing her twin as she always had. Her lovable, nerdy, brother.


"What?" Krishan closed the door and slung his backpack to the floor. He hadn't expected the conversation to go this way.


"It's just, we all saw it that one day. And Karun made fun of you about it. And you haven't been dating. So ..." Shriya shrugged and didn't make eye contact with him.


"Well ..." Krishan slowly took off his boots and placed them on the mat by the door. "If I did want to date Anu Emmanuel, I think it might be a problem."


"I think she likes it, Krish. I think she's curious." Shriya took off her jacket and hung it in the closet. "Maybe ..." She took Krishan's jacket off him and hung it up too. "Maybe if you showed it to me again, I could tell you ... um ... whether it was too big or what. Just, you know, as an impartial sister and all." God, what had that conversation with Anu Emmanuel done to her? Shriya could feel how damp her panties were. Was she just horny because her mom was gone?


"You ... want to ..." Krishan lowered his voice in case his clueless father walked by. "... see my dick?"


"Just to help you with Anu Emmanuel," Shriya said quickly. She grabbed his hand. "Don't be a dummy, not many sisters would do this for their brother." She pulled him down the west hallway, into the library, and closed and locked the door behind them. She then turned to Krishan and folded her arms over her sweater, easily covering her breasts. "Go on. Drop your pants, doofus." Her heart hammered in her chest.





"Really?" Krishan could argue with her, but he knew how Shriya got when she fixated on something in her head. "Okay." Anyway, he wanted to see the look in her bright eyes when she gazed at his cock again. He pulled down his pants and underwear and let his dick free. It hung in the air, semi-torpid.


"It's beautiful, Krish." Shriya stared at the improbable length and girth. "I mean, it's sort of horrific. But also, beautiful." Her eyes darted as she catalogued every vein along the shaft. She could even see blue veins in the hood of his foreskin. "Is it ...? Is it getting bigger?"


"I can't help it."


"I guess I understand." Her eyes flicked up to her brother's face, saw the hunger in his eyes, and then fell right back down as the thing filled steadily with each pump of her brother's heart. It almost looked like a creature waking. Every time she was sure it couldn't possibly grow any larger, it did. Eventually, it stopped. It stood out a long way from her brother's body. Shriya's chest rose and fell with erratic breaths, and she hugged herself with her arms. "How long is it?"


"Thirteen inches."


"Can I ... touch it?" Her voice was barely audible in the room.


"I don't think that's a good idea." Krishan could smell the combined cum from his load earlier in the day, and their college principal's wet pussy. He didn't want to gross Shriya out. He pulled up his pants and underwear, and tucked his dick into his waistband.


"What?" Shriya frowned. Her brother must really be sensitive about his penis. "Oh, I just meant I wanted to touch it to see if, you know, Anu Emmanuel would like it."


"Maybe another time." Krishan playfully nudged her on the shoulder with his fist. "Okay, gotta go." Krishan stepped around her and opened the door. He headed straight for the shower. He badly needed to fap.


Shriya watched her brother go with disbelief. Was he really such a prude? Maybe she could coax him out of his shell a little. If only to help her friend.






To be continued…

[Krishan202]

"Hey! When did you come?" Harish told me to come inside.


"Just come!" I replied confusedly.

"Why did you take that book?" Saying this, he came forward and took the book in my hand and said further, "Hey Baba, you don't read this book, this is a book only for adults ..."

adults always enjoyed it but At that moment I was in a different mood ... My cock was tight after reading the book ' and Harish must have noticed it but still he pulled the book out of my hand ... I quickly said to him,

"Why? Why can't I read? No, this book? What a cool story in it ... Please! Do let me read it ... "

" Oh no! ... If you read this book, you will do the right thing ... you don't have a girlfriend ... then you will 'muchu-muchu' .... it's a very bad habit hi ... so I say .. don't read such a book ... "

" Please, Harish Bhai ... give me this book ... only today ... The story in it is very cool! "

"No, Dada ... if anyone ... especially your 'Didi', not your parents, looked at you, then you have a problem and I have a problem ...

" But brother .. how will they know? ... I won’t tell them I will not show it ... I will not take out this book in front of them. I promise! Please give me this book now. I will read it till evening and bring it to you ... Please! "

I was in such a hurry to read 'that' book that I was literally begging him! When Harish noticed my urgency, he finally agreed!

" You promise me that you will not take me out in front of anyone ... and if someone catches you reading, you will not say my name ... I understand ?? "

" Yes sir! ... Absolutely promise! Thanks! Thank you brother! "I happily took the book from his hand and started walking out ... He stopped me and said,

" Oh wait! ... Did you carry such a book? He hid it in pants ... "

So he put it on my shirt and slipped the book into my pants and took it off his shirt

. .Otherwise it will be in my book ... "

He smiled loudly and my face turned pale! I walked out of his shop smiling ... There is an ironing stall in the side street of our building where we always let the clothes be ironed. In the stall was a table and a counter istrice back of which was a tin shed. He had a room behind a partition in which he lived ...
Harish was from a certain village but had come to the city for subsistence ... He had rented this stall and was ironing and living in it ... Everyone knew him when he was doing business here for many years. We had a good acquaintance with him when he was allowed to iron clothes ....

My father has a grocery store and he stays there all day. My mother is a housewife and in her spare time she goes to her father's shop ... I have an older sister, Keerthi a Didi ... She was married two years ago and she had gone to her husband's house. Our house is quite large in this building built during the British period and each has a separate room.




My name is Sagar ... I go to college and I am in my first year. I have a lot of friends in college but no girlfriends. I don't even know the girls in the area when I don't have any special friends in our area. So I was eager to make friends with the girls, to be with them.

Two months ago my sister's husband went to Dubai for a temporary assignment and he will stay there for 2 years. Sister's father-in-law is actually from Pune and her in-laws are there but her mistress's posting was in Nashik so they were only living in Nashik. Now, after her husband went to Dubai, she was alone in Nashik. She was going to stay with us for 2 years. Of course he was happy because when no one my age was my friend, I would get my sister's company …

Until two months ago, my life was going very normal .... Every morning I used to go to this ironing stall to give clothes and in the evening we used to bring clothes from him. Sometimes one day I would not have to iron the clothes, otherwise I would go to him almost daily. My life has been changing since my sister came to live with us! I noticed an important change in Harishbhai's behavior towards Istriwala .... When my sister was not with us, he would not chat with me much and would not allow me to stay at his stall, but since Didi came, he started chatting with me a little more. He started joking with me, talking nonsense. He used to stop me and tell me many interesting things. When I didn't have a close friend, I started liking his company and I started chatting with him. In the early days, Harish inquired about Keerthi Didi sometimes ... Where did she go after marriage? Where is her father-in-law? ... Where is her husband and when will he come? When I told her that her husband would come after 2 years and she would stay with us for 2 years, a different gleam came in his eyes! I did not realize at the time why he was so excited. But when I got a little skeptical, I reduced my relationship with him a bit. I began to think that Harishbhai did not have good thoughts about my sister ... but when he did not pose any threat to her, I did not worry about it.




Slowly Harishbhai started chatting with me about wives and daughters. He started talking to me about women's delicate organs, sex ... He asked me if I had a girlfriend. When I said 'no' to him, he asked me if I would like to be friends with a girl. I said to him, 'Who wouldn't like that?'

Then he asked me if I had ever seen the delicate organs of a girl or a woman or if I had seen anyone naked. I told him the truth that I had never seen anyone naked or half-naked. Then he mistakenly told me in consolation words that I should try to make friends with a girl so that I would get knowledge about sex from that girl.

We had a lot of chats about such sex but I didn't want to deal with it ... either I had sex with him I used to have fun talking to him and when there was no one to talk to me openly, I used to talk to him about sex without any hesitation. One of my minds was telling me not to talk to him about such a filthy thing as sex but my other mind was telling me that there was nothing wrong with it ... then our relationship became more free!

One morning when I went to Harish Bhai's ironing shop to iron clothes, I did not see him in the shop. He had mostly gone to the back room. When I went to his shop and went inside without standing in front of a tall table like the counter in front of me, I went behind the table as usual and sat on a stool and waited for him to come. As I sat and looked around, I saw a book in the back pocket of the counter. I took out the book and startedit easily. looking at it, I was shocked to see a picture of a naked woman on the cover of the book! I was shocked to read that he was reading such a book! The pocket of the counter was behind and usually no one was coming behind the counter. He was very close to me so I used to come and sit inside. I quickly looked at the door of his inner room and made sure that he was not coming ... then I started reading the book.

I thought it would be a photo book of naked women but if I looked inside it was a book of pornographic stories. Inside, there were only 2/3 pictures of sex like cartoons. I got a little tired but I started reading the story. The story I started reading was about the intercourse between a widowed daughter-in-law and her young brother Dir ... Bapare! What a sexy book it was! Zavazvi was described very openly in that book ... I just read 2/3 paragraphs and my cock became very tight! I was so dumb in reading that I did not know when Harish Bhai came out.

Our conversation on the first of the story had taken place at that time. Then he gave me the book in such a way that he is doing me a great favor. I knew at that time It wasn't that he had put the book there on purpose and I had found it in the trap he had set!

Then when I got home I went to my room and locked the door and secretly started reading the book. It was my first time reading such a dirty book of sexy stories. Before I could read, I was so excited that I pulled my cock out of my bermuda and started reading the book moving. The cockstory in that book was so sexy! In the worst filthy words in sex, the book openly describes how a daughter-in-law stimulates her dira by showing her naked body and sucks from him ... There were five or six different incidents in that book and I read it twice! I had rubbed my cock twice with a fist until I read that book!

As promised to Harish, I went to his shop in the evening to return the book but I did not want to return it. But when I had to give it to him, I went with Nilaja. When I handed him the book back, he looked at me and asked with a smile, "Do you like the book?"

"Yes! ..." I replied a little embarrassed.
"Are you ashamed ... don't tell me then ..." he asked me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Oh no ... the book was so cool! ... do you still have it ??" I asked him.

"There are ... there are a lot of books ..." he said smiling.

"Then why don't you let me read?" I asked, looking at him hopefully.

"I'll give it ... not now but I'll give it to you later ..." So he took the book and went to put it in the inner room ...

Then every day after that I started asking him about such a book of sexy stories and he would give it later. Reason kept avoiding giving me the book. This went on for almost a week ... that week I was remembering the description in the book I had read before and was stroking my cock four or five times a day, then a week later I lost my temper and sat down in Harish's shop and started begging him Give me a book anyway. I literally had enough left to hold his feet! Then he brought me a book from inside, pretending to be really kind to me. While giving the book, he said to me, "I give you this book but on one condition ..."

"What condition?" I enthusiastically asked to take the book.

"You read the book and brought it back to tell me what you liked about the book ..." he said with a smile.

"Yes, I will ... I will tell you ..." I said to get ready quickly.

"It just did not want to say in detail what and how you liked it ... ..."

"Yes, yes! ... I certainly will go .... now ..."

So I took him in hand and a book in my pants as I walked out of his shop ... Anyway, I immediately agreed to his terms when I wanted the book, and still, after reading the book, I would get to tell someone what I felt and what came to my mind ... when I had no other friends. My thoughts, my doubts could be cleared with him. Jumping with joy and excitement, I came home and secretly started reading the book like last time ... This book also had a very sexy story like the last book.




The story in this book was about a boy who Aunty's neighbor's husband is working in the suburbs and she is hungry for sex.There were many such incidents in that story .... In the end, in the story, the three or four children eat that aunty at the same time, that incident was very strange and sex! Just after reading that episode two or three times I skipped the cocks twice!

When I went to return the book to Harish's shop in the evening, he asked me mischievously, "What then, Sagar ... How did the story feel?" "Very sexy!" I replied enthusiastically. "Didn't your sister see you reading a book?" Suddenly he asked me. "No! .. I read the book by locking the door in my room ..." I answered quickly but I found his question very strange! Why did he suddenly take his sister's name? "What do you like in the story?" He asked me curiously to change the subject.

"The last scene ... the scene where the three of them kiss that aunty ..." I said excitedly. "Oh, that scene is a climax .. a full fuck! ... What do you like about that scene?" Harish said enthusiastically. "That aunty takes it all at once ..." I said.

"What exactly? Tell me ..." Harish asked me whispering.

"One of them is licking Aunty's pussy and one of them is putting his cock in her ass from behind ... One is licking her mouth by giving cock in her mouth and one is licking her Breast and licking her Breast ...."

"Ahhhh ... isn't that a great scene? ... that aunty must have got to take four cocks ... she must be a very hot aunty ..." Harish said with a strange smile and excitement.




"But is there really such an aunty taking four cocks at a time? Is this story true ??" I also asked Harish excitedly.

"Oh, everything works in this world ... of course, these writers don't write stories ... they would have seen it, they would have done it ... Oh, she was the aunt of the neighbor ... ... "Harish winked at me.

"What are you saying ??? Really ???" I asked in surprise … "Oh then what ... I will give you a book to read .... let's run away from here now ... I have a lot of work to do ...." So Harish kicked me out of his shop .... I was shocked to hear his words that someone is cheating on his mother and sister .... Why does anyone know that thought? My cock was so tight! The thought of Keerthi didi came to my mind quickly ... My sister's thoughts made my cock harder and I felt ashamed! I came home shaking that thought out of my mind.




After that, it became my daily routine to go to Harish's shop in the morning to iron clothes and secretly take a book of porn stories from him. Then in the afternoon sit in my room and read the book and stroke the cock. Then he would go to his shop in the evening to get the clothes back and return the book to him. While reading the book, I used to rub my cock at least twice ... I used to punch the book once before going to bed at night, and when I woke up in the morning, I would go to the toilet and hit the book again, remembering the story.

[Krishan202]

I got into the habit of punching four times a day ... I was well aroused by reading those sexy stories and now I am really looking for a girl to fuck ... Harish started looking at my cock while talking about the story in the book in his shop ... My cock used to be tight and he knew I was aroused so I didn't try to cover the puffiness of my cock that was visible on my pants.

Harish used to wear Lungi in the shop and while talking to me he used to stand with one foot on the side small stool ... then under the pretext of scratching his thigh he would put his hand in the Lungi which would slide his Lungi and I could see his cock ... I used to see cocks, but he was mostly excited because his cock was also a little hard.

One such evening I went to him to fetch clothes and return a book ... He easily asked me about Keerthi didi. I answered him softly ... Then he asked me, "Why doesn't your sister come to fetch ironing clothes now? She used to come often before the wedding ...."

"She doesn't need to come because I'm coming ... she was coming before the wedding but then when she left I had to work ..." I replied easily. "Oh, but if you ever have to go somewhere, she can come to get clothes ..." Harish said. "Yeah! But I won't let that happen ... I want to return the book to you ... So I'll leave it to you no matter what I do ..." I said.

"Oh, but you can come anytime in the afternoon to return the book ... there is no need to come in the evening ..." he said. "Hey, I come from college and I get good privacy in the afternoon ... then I read that book ... and bring it back in the evening ..." I explained.
"Oh but you don't have to give the book in the evening ... you keep the book at night and bring it back the next morning ..."

"Really? Can I keep the book until nightfall?" I asked happily.

"Yeah so ... you don't have to come in the evening ... you keep reading at night and keep moving your cool cock ... on the contrary you can read books all night long as you feel like Keep giving ... "

"Wow! .. What fun ... will I keep the book all night? ... then there will be a commotion ...." I said happily.

"Oh no ... so you don't have to come in the evening to fetch clothes ... you send it to your sister ..." Harish said, smiling mysteriously. I was a little wary of him and asked him skeptically, "Oh, but what if Keerthi didi didn't come? What if she asked me to come?"

"Avoid coming up with any reason ... otherwise don't stay at home at that time ..." Harish said, smiling disguisedly. "But why do you think she should come to get clothes?" I asked him.

"Oh, you don't know how ..." Harish smiled again and said, "Your sister is so beautiful! Her face is so sweet! I feel so good when I see her face! I can't see her face ... so I'm telling her to send for clothes ... "

"Harishbhai ... it's a little too much ..." I said to him in a slightly raised voice.

"Hey, Sagar ... why are you angry? ..." Harishbhai put his hand on my shoulder and explained to me, "Your sister has no problem with this .... Now you tell me ... I am helping you by giving you this book, am I not? Am I satisfying your appetite for sex with this book? Then you should help me to be happy too ... Your sister came ... I will see her ... I will feel better, I will be a little happier ... What's the harm? I'll just look at her ... I won't do anything ... "

Now I understand why he was telling me to return the book in the morning ... In the evening my sister came to fetch clothes instead of me. He was going to secretly look at her sexy jaw with a lustful look. I thought for a moment, should I really send my sister to get some clothes? If she comes, will Harish do anything to her? After considering all the possibilities, I realized that Harish could do nothing but look at my sister with a lustful look ... If Keerthi didi noticed that and she hit him, she would automatically stop coming and Harish would have no reason to call her.




So, after much thought, I decided to send Keerthi didi to fetch clothes in the evening. I told him that my sister would not come every day but 2/3 times a week because I could not avoid it every day ... Harish gladly agreed and let me read two books that day ....

Then in the evening, for some reason or another, I started avoiding bringing ironing clothes ... In the evening, since there was only Keerthi didi at home, I had to go to Harish's shop to fetch her clothes. .. She didn't mind much about it when she was working sometimes before marriage ...

In the first week, Keerthi Didi went to fetch clothes from him 2/3 times, then the next evening when I went to fetch clothes from him, he enthusiastically started telling me, "Dude, Sagar! What a cool pink dress your sister wore yesterday! She looked so sexy in it! Her dress was so tight that her Breast was bulging out from the hollow neck ... The robe was so thin that I could see her breasts through it. I wanted to look at her boobs like this ... Isn't this the mirror here? I was looking at her Breast through it ... "

With that he showed me the small mirror in front of me. He had put that small mirror on the wall of his sheet so that Hardly anyone would notice ... then he must have seen my sister's breasts through it ....


"Oh, I ironed the clothes again to make your sister stay longer ... I was looking at her big mamma in the mirror while ironing ..." Harish's eyes were lustful as he told me that ... Said "Harishbhai ... this is not right ... I started sending her because you told me ... but don't keep her here for long ...."






"Hey man, Sagar .... I stop her every day for a while ... but yesterday she looked so sexy! ... I wanted to keep looking at her boobs .... friend! I have never seen anyone like her .... You are so lucky! Sexy stuff like her is in your house ... "


"Harishbhai ... She is my sister ... don't talk to her about goods ..." I said I was a little irritated.


"Oh Sagar .... don't be angry! ... there is nothing wrong in praising what is beautiful ... I admire your sister when she is really beautiful ... and what do you think of me when you are my best friend. What a shame to say that. " Harishbhai explained to me.


"But Harishbhai ... she is my ..."

"Oh you know, Ray ...," he said quickly, stopping me, "she's your sister ... but she's beautiful, she's sexy! ... so there's nothing wrong with saying that ... Now look at that ... We watch movies, we all like heroines, we feel sexy ... our cocks get tight when we see their youth, we fuck them in dreams but ... now that heroine is also someone's sister .... So why don't we stop dreaming about them? Do you give it? No, no ... We look at their youth, remember them and punch them .... That's right ... She's your sister ... But I don't have any ... So it's wrong to say what I think about her. What? "


Surprisingly, his argument seemed right to me! I didn't like it a bit, but I didn't feel wrong ... Either the book of Zavazvi's stories he gave me was very hot and I was starting to feel like I should actually have Zavazvi. But when I was not likely to get a kiss from any girl, I was reducing my frustration by talking to Harish in such a sexy and dirty way ... So when he used to say such dirty things, he would increase my arousal and in a way I would be sexually satisfied ...


Now his dirty talk was about my sister ... but he was not harming me, on the contrary, I started to feel a different kind of excitement ... when he was talking about my sister, my cock was very tight without my knowledge! ... I could feel a different sensation in my cock! So I didn't object to him talking any more and let him talk about my sister as he wanted ...


After that day, Harish started talking about my sister very casually. From her appearance, from her delicate body, he began to make very dirty comments. At first I thought it would be nice to hear it but hearing that made my cock incredibly tight. And then I started liking his sexy comments about Keerthi didi ... On the contrary, sometimes I would make a point and encourage Harish to talk dirty about her. I was getting an anonymous orgasm after hearing erotic comments about my sister ...






Now my look at my sister has changed! Before this she was my ‘respectable sister’ but now she seemed to me a ‘sexy goods’. Now I was secretly observing her sexuality. 27/28 year old didi was a very sexy woman! Madamast Jawani was running through her whole body. Especially her breasts were very full, her buttocks were bulging and fleshy ... My cock used to be twenty-two when I saw hollow bembi on a flat stomach, thighs full of banana seeds. The little mangalsutra around her neck only made her think that she was married, otherwise she would have felt like a college girl…


When everyone in our house was a little modern-minded, no one forced my sister to wear a sari after marriage. Being in her own home, she used to be a little careless in terms of clothes. It benefited me and my Landa. Unbeknownst to her, I was observing her entire breasts and buttocks. When she was at home, she used to wear an old Punjabi dress or a skirt-top or a jeans-T-shirt. When the clothes were always small or tight in size, another button or hook was always open. So I always got a glimpse of her full breasts.


If she was wearing a T-shirt, she would not be wearing a bra inside. She already had a big Breast in which the T-shirt was tight so the shape of the nipple on the Breast was easily visible. Sometimes her nipple was stiff and its shape was obvious. When she was asleep, I could see her nipples from her t-shirt. Sometimes she would change clothes in front of me in a hurry. At that time I used to get a glimpse of her naked breasts and that nipple.






She wore a shirt-like top that kept the top one or two buttons open. Then for some reason she bent down so that the bulge of her Breast protruded from her open neck. She would sit on a chair, bend over the table, write or read, or stand next to him, and her open neck would show the full bulge inside ... The brown nipple on the bulge and the chocolate arrow would be clearly visible. Didi had no idea that I was looking at her with lustful eyes. Maybe she thought I was too young or she didn't think her younger brother was looking at her lustfully.


One such afternoon when I went to Harish's shop, he was telling me. "Dude, Sagar ... when your sister came to pick up your clothes yesterday, she was wearing those tight pants and white top ... Dude, you should have seen her ass ... she looked so thick and round, what can I say .. .. those pants were sitting so tight on her ass that the shape of the inside panties was obvious ... your sister's ass was looking so cool that i thought that's how it should go and turn the cock on her ass from behind ... "


"I was barely controlling myself ... her top was just coming down her waist ... and it was so tight that her big mommy looked so cool ... man! I was so excited to see her I went 3 times and filtered my cock ... but now remembering your sister's body, my cock is getting tight ... "


With that he hurried to the back room of the shop and slammed the door. I don't know why he went in and why he closed the door ... After a while he opened the door and came out and smiled at me ... I asked him, "What happened, brother Harish? Why did you go inside all of a sudden?"

"Oh, remembering your sister, my cock became very tight ... then we cooled it down a bit ...," he said, waving his fist and gesturing, He smiled and I smiled shamelessly ... He smiled and asked me, "I was wondering where is your sister going with such sexy clothes? I saw her leaving yesterday. When she came back, she came here directly to pick up the clothes. I mean, she had met someone ..."






"What do I know? Where did she go and who did she meet ..." I replied.


"She must have met her boyfriend most of the time ..." Harish winked at me … "Boyfriend? How will my sister be? She's married ..." I said.

"So what happened? She must have been her ex-boyfriend ... now that she is living here, she must have gone to meet him ..." Harish said.


"I don't know ... but it should be as you say ... maybe it's her boyfriend ..." I said.


I replied on purpose because after hearing that, Harish will say some more dirty things about my sister .... and I will be encouraged to hear that ...