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Guys, welcome to yet another exciting story. First of all thanks a lot for stupendous response to "Fever to Bhabhi" , "Tution Master" stories

This time i am coming up with an incest story, those who are not comfortable with sex between family members , please stay away. This story is about an innocent village girl who has got college admission in city and her journey. All characters are above legal age and there will be vulgarity, nudity , hard core sex, incest and many such things.

Allow me to develop the story slowly before getting into hardcore acts.. I will introduce the characters as they enter the story.

Please do like and comment , this is the only way to keep me interested in giving good content.. don't read and go, just like and or comment a line or two.. I am flexible to your ideas and add them in the story as it develops.. i am writing for you, not to me.. so tell what you want

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Characters

Amala .. Ashok (daughter - father)

Kamala .. Kishore (elder sister - brother)

Anil (Ashok's friend) , Jaya (wife), Payal (daughter), Ramesh (son)

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“Your attention please .. train number xxx from Vizag to Secunderabad express is ready to leave from platform number 10”

Kiran is inside the train already and looking through the window .. his mind is somewhere else.. then suddenly something caught his attention.. in the thick crowd a beautiful young girl is running fast with bag on one hand and lifting the lehenga up a bit with other hand.. her tennis balls are bouncing up and down , that's what caught his attention .. clad in red lehenga and black blouse with white chunni.. she is looking gorgeous and natural.. hard to find this type of girls these days.. he immediately got up and came running towards the exit door.. the train has already started moving slowly..

The girl is shouting loud and waving to stop.. with bag in one hand and holding lehenga on another she couldn’t run faster..  Kiran is waving towards her and asking her to come fast.. holding his hand out and trying to help.. the train has picked up some pace.. she is almost there… come on madam.. you are there .. almost there … he is encouraging her and with her struggling like that , he decided to step down and took her bag and thrown into the train and held her by her waist and lifted her up and pushed inside and then he also jumped in the same move.. she held him with her hands stopping him from falling onto her chest..

By now the station platform also ended.. it would have been very risky had he not jumped immediately.. gasping for breath, she said thanks, pulling her hair backwards and bending down to pick up her bag.. seeing her like that he couldn’t stop admiring her natural beauty.. with naked waist exposing her beauty and the thin frame and big assets.. she glanced up while taking the bag.. that’s when she realized her chunni  has fallen off, almost flying out of the train, that’s when he held that white chunni  and looking her through that transparent chunni , he almost kissed that chunni..

She pulled it back from his hands and covered her assets and changed her expression to convey her dissatisfaction.. she goes inside sit in the coupe box.. he also came in and sat opposite to her.. she looked at him curiously , he said his seat is also in same coupe.. picking up water bottle from his bag, he drank some and offered her water… she said no thanks.. she is by now back to normal breathe.. but still few sweat marks are there on her face.. shining in the backdrop of her pure milky color skin and thick black hair..

The cool breeze through the windows is giving her fresh moments.. she is now cool and opened her phone to check the messages..

“I am Kiran” , offering his hand

“I am Amala” , shaking his hand

“Age ?”

“Why?”

“Location ?”

“Why?”

“ok.. never mind.. “

She got annoyed at his questions , she made sure her body is covered well with her chunni.. there is lot of naked skin between the lehenga and blowse.. she made sure her navel is covered with lehenga.. the chunni  is flying due to the wind exposing her assets..  she is feeling uncomfortable with his looks..

“Amala, you want to sit next to me ? here there is no wind”

She looked at him angrily .. He told, “ok, lets exchange the seats”

She said ok.. they changed the seats.. now its somewhat better

“Thanks”

“Kiran..”

“Haa.. thanks Kiran”

“one more time”

“what ?”

“you didn’t even say thanks for helping you board the train”

“yeah.. sorry about that.. thanks Kiran, I thought I would miss the train.. its all due to the cab guy”

Her voice is so sweat and different with village accent , she has that innocence , beauty along with sweat voice.. he is staring at her.. she felt uncomfortable and pulled her chunni properly ..

She is deep into the phone and in between checking him.. his attention is on her only.. its natural for boys to be like that.. but she couldn’t handle that and started raising her voice …

“Kiran.. don’t you have any other work?”

“other work means”

“your looks are not proper”

“ok.. sorry.. but you are beautiful..”

“thanks.. but mind your work.. its not proper..”

Kiran stopped looking at her and started checking phone..

Next station is coming .. Kiran starts checking out for some one… he went to the exit door and looking here and there…

Again same scene.. this time little older lady.. may be 32..she also sat in same coupe.. next to him.. she is profusely thanking him for the help and she even took his hand into hers and caressed them gently..  

Amala is looking at them and the way that lady is sitting very close to him and holding his hand, Amala got surprised.. she is even leaning on his shoulder for support and he daringly extended his arm around her and pulled her closer.. looking into her eyes, he says

“Madam.. some people even don’t have curtesy of saying thanks for the help”

“what happened Kiran.. you are looking so nice and genuine.. thanks once again”

“no mention.. beautiful girl.. needing help.. is it a sin to help her?”

“no.. not all Kiran.. if you have not helped me, I would have missed my train”

“why cant you start early madam”

“its all due to the cab guy”

Listening to their conversation and the way they are hugging each other , Amala is surprised..

Kiran even kissed her on cheeks while looking at Amala… my god.. whats happening ? is it train or own house ?

“akkaa.. your chunni  has fallen”

“its ok.. by the way I am Kamala”

“wow.. my name is Amala”

“so cute you are Amala.. these days very rare to see a girl in traditional attire like you”

“no akkaa.. its common in my village..you are also looking decent..”

“thanks Amala.. we should dress to impress boys”

“what?”

“Amala.. think.. if you are not this beautiful, would this guy have helped you?”

“no way.. why would I help.. you both are gorgeous.. “

“Kiran.. stop calling me gorgeous “

“Akka.. you know him?”

“no”

“But you called him by name”

“Amala.. I checked his name from his phone message that popped out now”

“Akkaa.. you are so clever”

“Kiran.. you are also calling me akkaa”

“hah.. should I not call you”

“Kiran.. you are like my brother” , she hugged him tightly and kissed him on his cheeks.. good boy..

Amala is not able to digest their closeness.. he even adjusted her  chunny few times.. hmm.. this is too much

Next station.. again he started scanning for beautiful girls.. there is none.. he saw one uncle running fast to catch the train.. Kiran ignored him.. showing him to the girls.. “see.. how lazy he is .. why cant he start early”

Amala scolding Kiran “Kiran, go and help him .. please”

“ehe.. take it light…”

Amala gets up, goes to exit door.. helped him get into the train… same coupe

He sat next to Amala..

Amala is looking angrily at Kiran and started scolding him..

That uncle is cajoling her to calm down ..

“you got late due to cab driver.. right uncle”

Looking at Kiran curiously.. he says “How do you know?”

“Its common to shift blame on cab drivers”

“Are you a cab driver?”

Amala cant stop laughing and she even have a kiss on that uncle’s cheeks..  Kiran looking angrily at both of them

“no uncle.. am I looking like a cab driver”

“there is nothing wrong being one”

Kiran stops the discussion..

“I am Ashok”

“I am Amala”

“A .. A.. same letter”

“Red lehenga.. red shirt.. same pinch”

Amala is holding Ashok hand and leaning on his shoulder , she is looking into the beautiful nature outside.. mountains, greenery, trees.. she has a glowing face now.. till now she looked little uncomfortable, after this gentle man came, she is feeling secured and she is almost sleeping on his shoulder while he is holding her waist from behind and assuring her..

After a while that lady asked “sir.. you are her father right ?”

Ashok is puzzled and asked “how do you know Kamala”

“wow.. uncle .. how do you know my name”

“saw the message popped up in your phone Kamala.. how do you know Amala is my daughter”

“uncle.. a girl would feel so assured only in the presence of her father and the way you are looking at her and showing concern.. I guessed it uncle”

“akkaa.. I thought you saw our phone messages”

“no Amala.. I could see the concern in your eyes when uncle was about to miss the train and you even went and pulled him in.. also the way you are holding his hand..”

“akkaa.. you are right.. you are so nice but your brother is a playboy”

“brother?”

“haa.. Kiran is your brother right ?”

“how do you know”

“only a brother has that freedom to adjust sisters chunny and the way you hugged him showed your love and concern on your brother”

“you are right Amala.. Kiran is my brother.. but he is not a playboy”

“you don’t know akkaa.. he touched me at inappropriate place”

“hello.. I didn’t do it purposefully .. I was trying to pull you up.. I should have left you alone then and there”

“Kiran.. still.. you kept your hand for too long”

“baby.. leave it .. Kiran seems to be a genuine boy”

“dad.. you don’t know.. he was flirting me .. even now.. see his eyes.. always on me”

“Amala.. take it easy.. my brother is not like that. If you want you come this side so that he cant look at you”

“akkaa.. leave it”

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Your pics collection & writings are wonderful sir

Thanks a lot Sri

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Though i am not interested in incest. I love the pics you post.

thanks bro...

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-2-

“Your attention please.. Indigo flight number xxxx from Hyderabad to New Delhi will be boarding from gate number 10”

Amala is walking along with her dad Ashok after clearing the security check. This is first time she is boarding a flight. She has always been in village with little exposure to outside world. Born in village , lost mother 5 years back and Ashok kept the kids in grand mother house as the growing girl needs female support while he is working in  a nearby town. He has a family business which he expanded with his knowledge and contacts. His expertise in tobacco business has earned him good money. He visits the village once a month to be with the kids

Ashok always raised the kids in traditional fashion, especially daughter Amala as he has seen many girls even in that small town in modern dresses and dating boys at young age. He gave the freedom to Amala to select her career path and that’s why she studied hard and got seat in prestigious IIT Delhi computer science .  She has focused so much on studies , she almost forgot the outside world and the joy every girl gets in that age..

Looking at all imported shops and glittering food courts and shopping kiosks , Amala is realizing this is a new world. All girls are in either jeans, tops or wearing modern dresses exposing their skin. She is the only one in that traditional dress and almost every one is staring at her with curiosity. She is very much introvert type, after losing mom, she has only her dad to share her secrets if any. She cant trust her elder brother who is careless and always annoying her

Ashok travels a lot because of the business, so these things are not new to him , but he is observing one thing.. every time he travels to big metros, the girls are becoming more and more modern, bold, courageous , confident, independent. Not just in dressing.. but their attitude towards life is changing a lot which is actually good. Girls should be independent and be brave. Ok, exposing skin or not is an individual choice, but if you take them as total package, they are improving

Looking at Amala, holding her hand , he says apologetically “Amala, I wanted to take you out in the world like this , but you are always busy in studies which is good. Now you can see the new world. Don’t get overawed by the looks and attitude of this generation . Learn positives, ignore negatives. You are a smart girl, will know what is what”

Amala walking with confidence in that lehenga “dad.. don’t worry about me.. I need to handle it myself. I have your support, I will never do anything that will bring bad name to you.. trust me” , she says pressing Ashok palms.. that’s the surety she is giving..

After walking for a while, needed to take the escalator.. down wards..  this is first time she is using escalator .. she didn’t want to take the help of dad while going down on escalator.. she stepped on it holding the front side of lehenga up a little.. many girls are in shorts and tight shirts exposing the midriff portion.. world has changed a lot .. I am still way back..

While in that thought came the floor and needed to get down off the escalator , that’s when the lehenga got entangled in the escalator and she is about to fall down..  suddenly someone caught hold of her from falling and lifting her up and looking into her eyes , said I love you in a very low voice that she can only here.. she came to terms with whats happening and then realized her mistake..

The boy holding her is none other than Kishore ..

Ashok holding Amala asked if she is alright.. looking at Kishore he said “thanks Kishore.. if you have not come in time, Amala would have faced lot of embarrassment ..  thanks once again” , shaking his hand..

Kamala is coming from other side and seeing Amala and uncle, asked what happened , you seemed to be not happy..

“Akka.. nothing.. Amala was about to slip from escalator and luckily I held her.. she is fine now” , said Kishore

Adjusting her chunni  and hair , Amala is trying to be normal.. “Akka.. you are here?” , asked Amala

They are also going in same flight , he also got admission in IIT Delhi computers..

Shitt.. how to handle this guy.. he is always finding ways to help me and trying take advantage of the situation.. Amala is trying to change the topic..

“So your seat numbers must be next to us” , says Kishore

“How do you know”, asks Ashok

“Uncle .. simple. We took same train.. side by side seats.. same flight.. side by side seats.. same hotel.. side by side rooms”, Kishore is looking at Amala and winking at her without being noticed
She is unable to bear this guys nonsense .. She went and sat in the far off seat waiting for the boarding.. meanwhile Kishore also goes and sits next to her.

Ashok and Kamala are chit chatting..

Kamala’s parents died in accident 3 years back.. by then she was married , she is taking care of her brother while her husband is in Dubai for projects.. Kamala is doing some small job to take care of expenses..  Kishore is very good in studies but needs some mentoring in his behavior , otherwise he can be easily spoilt.. because of her care and attention, he got good marks and got the seat..

They all boarded the flight.. as expected they got adjutant seats.. Amala took window seat.. next to her is Ashok, but he took aisle side seat as he needed to go to washroom regularly.. so Kishore sat between them.. Amala got angry at her father for allowing this annoying creature to sit next to her.. he is putting his hand on the hand rest and trying to touch her boobs from side.. Amala got mad and looked at him seriously ..

Kamala is sand witched between two fat uncles on next row.. seeing this, Amala asks Kamala “Akka , You come here, this idiot will go there”

Kamala is shocked at calling her brother as idiot.. Kishore has closed his eyes listening to songs in phone.. Kamala came and took middle seat.. Amala took Kamala’s hands and says sorry “Akka.. I am not comfortable sitting next to Kishore .. also he started pushing his hand to my boobs.. I cant tolerate this nonsense” , she boldly told her.. Kamala saying sorry on behalf of her brother said “may be his intention is not that.. may be by mistake he touched you”

That’s when Kishore’s arm is touching Kamala’s boobs from side.. showing that to Amala, she says “See Amala.. your dad is also doing same thing.. may be by mistake.. trust me Kishore has never misbehaved with any girl” … Amala starts to rethink, looking at his plight sand witched between two fat uncles , he is putting sorry face.. Amala cant stop laughing looking at him.. She says sorry to Kamala and says if you want we can ask Kishore to come here… she politely refuses.. this is not rtc bus.. let it be like this

Its 2 ½ hour flight .. being first time traveller, she is enjoying the flight journey.. it will take 30 hours to go by train, these days who is going by train to such far off places?

Kamala starts inquiring about Amala … they both are in deep discussions .. after a while Kishore wakes up, goes to wash room and comes back..

Looking at Kamala, he compliments her perfume.. she says her husband brought it… nice dress.. again.. husband brought it.. nice bracelet, ear rings.. all are brought by her husband.. “so you are lucky to have such a loving husband” , says Kishore… there is silence from Kamala.. he keeps quite

After a while, flight started descending .. looking at such big city, Amala feels overawed.. can she stay lone in such a big city ? without dad.. she never crossed the state.. now came all the way up north.. she cant speak Hindi.. she cant live like a modern girl.. but studying in IIT is very very important .. that’s the only thing keeping her smile

They got down and took the cab to the hotel.. it’s a three star hotel. Little expensive and descent.. They got side by side rooms.. plan is to stay in hotel for a week, complete admission, hostel check in , observe for a day and then leave home.. that’s the plan..

While going up in the elevator Ashok asks Kishore “Kishore you are a boy.. you should take care of your self., why do you need to trouble sister”

“Uncle same thing I said 100 times.. she cant live without me, she wanted to stay atleast a week here , making me comfortable.. she pampers me so much.. anyway , she wanted to visit Delhi.. You can take care of akka while we go to college”

Meanwhile while checking in to their rooms , they exchanged their phone numbers..

Its around 4 PM .. they ate in the air port, flight so not feeling hungry

Amala wanted to take shower.. she went into rest room .. after a minute she yells… papa…

Ashok while relaxing in sofa heard Amala shout and he immediately pushed the rest room door which is not locked !!!!

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Seeing his daughter in that situation, he immediately jumped towards the shower area and asked what happened ? Amala is in her white petticoat lifted up to cover her breasts. She accidentally turned on hot water knob instead of cold water knob.. she didn’t realize there are two, also that bathroom shower controller is so confusing and never saw such modern fittings.. she wanted to collect water in bucket and take bath like she does in her grandma village, but accidentally the hot water fell from top..

She was shocked by sudden downpour of water from top and that too very hot water and that’s why she shouted loud..  

Ashok seeing her plight and the situation she is in, understood what happened, took the towel and wrapped around her and lifted her up and brought her to bed room and placed her on sofa.. he has reduced the AC temperature to cool her down and went to fridge, took some ice and wrapped in her chunni and started applying on her food, legs, hands.. trying to cool her and waving the cool air with news papers..

Amala till now was feeling the heat, as the water was too hot.. her skin being in peach color and smooth , already became reddish .. she is now feeling better.. she removed the towel which Ashok put on top the petticoat.. “I need more air papa” , throwing the towel aside.. he started applying ice pack on her neck and face.. his eyes are becoming moist looking at her pain.. he always feels her pain, as she is without mother , atleast she needed parental love.. that’s why however busy he is , always attends to her problems

Seeing the tears in her papa’s eyes, she is trying to control her emotions.. she knows how much papa loves her.. the care he is taking now .. half the pain is gone..she cant cry else papa will become more emotional.. controlling her emotions, she took papa’s hands and says “papa, I am better now… go and take bath.. after that I will go”

“its ok, there is no urgency , first let me take care of you baby.. still the skin is red..”

“papa.. I need to apply the ice pack on different place”

“ok.. do it”

“you go first”

“papa, I need to put the ice pack inside my petticoat”

“ok.. do it”

She knows he is teasing her and trying to make me happy and forget about the pain.. if you divert your mind things will be alright , that’s his plan.. so she also extends that conversation

“so it is ok for you to remove my petticoat in front of you”

He knows she is also in mood to extend this conversation to alleviate her pain.. she is not only daughter , she is a friend , always on his side patting him on the shoulder when in trouble. When he lost his wife , its her who made him come out of that trauma.. she always shares her little secrets .. sometimes girl things also.. he quietly listens to them as he never wanted to damp her enthusiasm down.. after all where lese she can share.. without mother.. papa is every thing, mother and father

“why not.. putting ice pack is more important than anything”

“achhaa.. I can do that myself.. “

Looking at her petticoat and body.. he has observed the pencil like sharp nipples popping out of the wet petticoat and the growing boobs.. turning his eyes away, he says “baby.. you are growing fast.. you need to eat well.. don’t know if hostel food will be ok”

Understanding the situation, placing her arms around her chest, she says “papa.. yes this is a growing age.. grand ma used to tell many things which I ignored as my focus was on studies.. ok, you go and take shower papa.. after that I need to sit in cold shower for some time”

He went to take shower..

Amala removed the petticoat completely and applies the ice pack on her thighs, stomach, boobs , pussy and starts feeling the nice cooling effect.. then she realizes the papa’s observation and feels her boobs.. yes they are growing fast.. girls beauty lies here only.. every boy first looks at girls boobs.. even Kishore has this habit of checking out my boobs.. understandable..

When he placed his hands around my waist while supporting me in the train, she felt some itchiness down there.. something she never experienced till then.. that itchiness between her thighs stayed for a while until he started annoying her.. again same feeling in airport when he held her from escalator ..

Her body has cooled down a lot , but the thought of Kishore has heated her pussy a bit and also the tightness in the boobs and sharp raising nipples.. she tried to divert her attention, then the door bel rang.. she wrapped the towel around and went and saw from peeping hole.. its akka..

She opened the door and saw both akka and Kishore..

Seeing her in towel like that Kamala quickly said, ok, will call you and she went away along with her brother..

Amala got shock.. why this fellow is always behind his sister.. would have not opened the door if he was there.. now he saw me in this skimpy short towel.. he will take advantage of this..

Meanwhile Ashok comes out from shower and asks Amala to go and take cold bath..

She quietly goes and opens the cold shower knob.. this time she is careful… with cold water pouring down on her hot body, she is feeling relaxed.. she stayed like that for 15 minutes .. not allowing Kishore to come to her thoughts, she applied soap on her thighs and noticed that area between thighs needed more attention to maintain hygiene.. grandma always used to tell, but she ignored.. not anymore.. she rubbed her pussy with the soap and spreading the layers, she is cleaning each and every corner.. she feels ecstatic whenever her hand goes there.. after that’s again arm pits and boobs..

Airport, city, hotel.. all new atmosphere and she is feeling relaxed and away from studies. meeting new people like akka, Kishore .. this high end hotel.. with very nice mattress , big bed, cool AC .. feels this is a new world that she missed so far.. after relaxing with cold water and these cool thoughts her pain has gone away and feels completely relaxed.. completing the bath, she wiped her body with dry towel and noticed some lotions there.. but is hesitant to apply them, came out with towel wrapped on her body..

She picks up the beautiful night gown that papa brought her from town recently . he brought lot of new dresses as she is going out of home.. that flowery white cotton single piece gown makes her look even more younger.. without any inners she slipped in that gown to feel the cooling effect for some more time.. its upto knee length.
She pulls her wet hair forward and starts drying it dry towel.. Ashok looking at her admiringly compliments her long thick hair.. she smiles and gives credit to mom.. that’s when she noticed papa becoming emotional.. he loves mom so much he sees her in me.. mom is very kind and nice to me.. she pampered us so much , its papa who used to scold once a while.. after mom passing away, papa stopped scolding me , he doesn’t really pamper but always keeps me in check.. buys lot of cloths and gifts to compensate for him not being with them..

Ashok looking at Amala says “don’t give credit for everything to her .. she is not half beautiful as you are.. in fact he told me her parents found it difficult to find matches to her… “

“then why did you marry her papa”

“Amala.. external beauty is one thing .. but being kind, noble and helping in nature is another.. she has tons of patience , I enquired in her village and then married.. only regret is one thing.. at that age I felt disappointed , but then later realized my mistake”

“oh really.. what is that regret papa”

“I cant tell you now.. will share at appropriate time”

After drying her hair , she went before dressing table and started tying her hair and make pony tail.. while doing so she lifted her hands up and in that sleeveless gown, she is looking beautiful.. young and innocent.. her smooth body and silky hair and shining peach color skin tone.. he says “baby, nobody will say you are from south.. you look like a Kashmiri apple”

After completing the knot, she looks into the mirror one more time in all angles and  comes and sits next to papa on bed.. that’s when she realized her front side of gown became so wet due to wet hair and the transparent thin gown is not able to cover her bulging boobs and piercing nipples .. she looks apologetically at papa !!!

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