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## Update 73: Quenching the Fire (Avi and Pooja Bua)

I went to Pooja bua's house, feeling the sharp tension of the long absence. On the way, I made a quick stop to tell Komal I wasn't coming to study today, using the excuse of urgent work at Pooja bua's house.

The moment Pooja bua saw me, before I could even speak, a sharp, stinging slap landed on my cheek. I instinctively brought my hand up to rub the sudden burn.

Then, in the very next moment, Pooja bua surged forward and hugged me tight. Her full breasts pressed firmly against my chest.

I just looked over her shoulder, completely confused; she slapped me, then instantly held me. I could feel their heat and shape through our clothes.

We stood there for a long, heavy moment before I managed to separate myself from Pooja bua.

I glanced around the living room. "Where's Raj?" I asked, scanning the empty space.

"He's gone to schoool. Don't worry about him," Pooja bua tossed her head back, her hair flying.

"Why did you slap me?" I asked, my voice low, rubbing my reddened cheek, which still burned.

"You remembered me after so many days," Pooja bua's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and relief. "If you hadn't come today, I would have come to your house tomorrow and caused a scene."

I let out a slow breath, stepping back. "This much fire isn't good, bua."

"You're the one who started this fire," Pooja bua took a step closer, crowding my space. "If you have sex with me every day for three to four days and then suddenly stop, did you think about what would happen to me?"

"And you promised you would have sex with me once a week. What happened to that?" she demanded, her voice tight.

I stepped past Pooja bua toward the hallway, a smirk touching my lips. "I've come now, haven't I? Now are you just going to talk, or are we going to fix this?"

As soon as I said this, Pooja bua leapt at me. I came with the sole intention of extinguishing her fire completely.

I gripped her face and started to suck her lips like a starved animal. Pooja bua clearly loved my aggressive way of loving her.

She squeezed my lips between hers with all her might, her passion unchecked. Sometimes she would suck my lips, sometimes my tongue, and sometimes she would aggressively push her tongue into my mouth.

I was also kissing Pooja bua with equal passion, sucking her lips and tongue until we were both gasping. The air between us grew thick and hot.

*I was acutely aware of the time constraint; Raj could return from schoool at any moment.*

More importantly, I had to quench her thirst now, knowing I wouldn't see her again until my exams were over. I sucked Pooja bua's lips for ten minutes, until the sheer force of the kiss left us both dizzy and breathless.

*I had to have another session with Meena Chachi at night, but the thought of two months without Pooja Bua made me determined to satisfy Pooja Bua fully right now.*

After the kiss, Pooja bua was panting deeply, struggling to regain her balance. Before she could recover, I picked her up and carried her swiftly to the bedroom.

As soon as my foot crossed the threshold, I tore off Pooja bua's clothes. The scent of her anticipation was heavy in the air, a mix of sweat and desperate wanting.

Then I laid Pooja bua down on the bed. Pooja bua loves oral attention; she always becomes completely devoted if someone sucks her chooť.

Today, I wanted to make Pooja bua completely happy by sucking her chooť until she begged me to stop. I lowered my head between her legs and started to lightly kiss her chooť, pressing my mouth against the soft mound.

It was as if this was exactly what Pooja bua wanted and needed. She started to moan instantly as I kissed her.

"Aaaaaahhhhh... aaaaaahhhh... it's so good..." The sounds were deep, desperate releases of tension.

Then I intensified the contact, licking her chooť with my tongue. I then put my tongue deep inside her chooť to give her maximum pleasure.

I varied the rhythm, sometimes licking her chooť broadly with my tongue and sometimes focusing sharply on her sensitive clitoris. This aggressive attention made Pooja bua moan louder.

"Aaaahhh... this feels so good... ufff... suck more... suck harder..." Her desperate moans increased my own passion.

I started to suck her chooť with force, determined to stimulate her until the flesh was swollen and red. It felt as if a primal, animalistic urge had taken over my control.

I continued to lick Pooja bua's chooť. Pooja bua couldn't bear the intensity, and her release flooded my mouth.

Even after Pooja bua released her water, I didn't stop sucking her chooť. The result was that Pooja bua released her water one more time, a thick, powerful spasm.

After drinking all her fluid, I finally got up. I tore off my clothes. Without giving Pooja bua time to react, I placed my lunď on her chooť.

With one brutal thrust, I put it all the way in. I did all of this so fast that before Pooja bua could come out of the residual pleasure of having her chooť sucked, my lunď was already fully seated in her chooť.

When my lunď hit the deepest point in her chooť, the sudden shock made her body arc off the bed. A tremendous scream escaped her mouth.

"I'm going to die... oh... my chooť is splitting apart..."

*The adrenaline surged through my veins, making my hands shake, but the sound of her agony only drove me harder.* My heart hammered against my ribs, a loud, chaotic pulse.

A knot of frantic desire tightened in my gut. My hands gripped her hips, slick with sweat.

Hearing Pooja bua's scream, I didn't pause. I immediately started to thrust. Like a piston on a runaway train, I kept fucking my lunď into Pooja bua's chooť.

Pooja bua was screaming, but in my frantic state, I couldn't hear the desperation—only the pleasure beneath the pain. My thrusts made Pooja bua's chooť release water again.

Even after Pooja bua released water, I kept thrusting with full force. Pooja bua was in a bad condition, her face contorted, but she was also simultaneously enjoying the brutality.

"Aaaaaahhhhh... aaaaaahhhh... aaaaaahhhh... like this. fuck harder... tear apart my chooť," she cried out, her voice ragged.

Hearing Pooja bua's words, I unleashed every reserve of strength, thrusting harder and faster. In the end, I released my semen deep into Pooja bua's chooť.

Pooja bua also released her water at the exact same moment, the double climax shaking us both. After releasing our passion, I collapsed onto Pooja bua's chest, both of us breathing heavily.

The silence of the room was broken only by our ragged gasps, our bodies fused together by the explosive energy we had just shared.

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## Update 74: The Two-Month Truce (Avi and Pooja Bua)

We lay tangled together, the air thick with sweat and the heavy scent of our climax. Pooja bua finally broke the silence, her voice a rough whisper. "You almost killed me today."

I rolled off Pooja bua, catching my breath, a fierce satisfaction settling in my chest. "I can do anything to quench your fire."

Pooja bua stretched languidly on the sheets, her muscles relaxed. "After today's sex, I can stay without sex for a year."

I shook my head, already sitting up. "Not a year. You have to wait for only two months," I explained, pulling a foot onto the floor.

Pooja bua's eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't understand."

"You have to wait until my exams are over," I explained, looking down at her.

A flash of genuine disappointment crossed Pooja bua's face. "I was just joking about the year. You're actually telling me to stay away from you."

I reached out and brushed the damp hair from Pooja bua's forehead. "What can I do, bua? It's a compulsion. If I didn't have exams, I would have sex with you every day, I promise."

Pooja bua frowned, chewing on her lip. "But..."

"I can't stay away from you either," I admitted, my gaze serious. "If I don't get good marks in my exams, then this weekly sex will also stop completely. It's the only way to ensure we continue later."

Pooja bua nodded slowly, the sad expression softening her features. "Okay," she conceded, her shoulders dropping slightly, "but after your exams, you have to come straight to my house. You can't see anyone else first."

I gave Pooja bua a dramatic bow from the edge of the bed. "As you command, my lady."

Pooja bua threw her head back and started to laugh, the tension momentarily broken. I got up and started to collect my clothes.

Pooja bua watched me dress, her eyes lingering. "Let's do it one more time," she suggested, her voice husky.

I pulled my trousers on. "No."

"Why?" Pooja bua insisted, pushing herself up onto her elbows.

I buttoned my shirt, my tone turning teasingly clinical. "The water in your chooť is finished. You released so much water that I don't think there's any left in your chooť."

Pooja bua pouted. "If you put your lunď in, the water will come out on its own."

"I don't think water will come out of your chooť again so soon," I countered, zipping my trousers.

Pooja bua swung her legs over the side of the bed, her voice rising in challenge. "I'm telling you. Just put it in quickly."

I stepped toward the door. "It will hurt you if the water comes out quickly."

Pooja bua planted her hands on the mattress, her body language radiating stubbornness. "Let it hurt. I'll handle it. I don't want to wait."

I paused, realizing Pooja bua was persistent. "If I do it a second time, it will take more time. By then, Raj will come home."

As soon as she heard Raj's name, Pooja bua visibly stiffened, the lingering urgency in her eyes replaced by sudden caution. "Okay," she whispered, her shoulders slumping slightly in defeat.

As soon as she heard Raj's name, Pooja bua visibly stiffened. The lingering urgency in her eyes was replaced by sudden caution. "Okay," she whispered, her shoulders slumping slightly in defeat.

She looked at my still-exposed lunď. "At least let me clean your lunď properly," she suggested, her voice low.

I considered this for a moment. Her request was innocent enough, and I liked the idea of her mouth on me one last time. "Fine," I agreed, and opened my zipper completely, letting my lunď fall out.

Pooja bua immediately lowered her head. She started to clean it with her tongue, slow and thorough. The warmth and wetness quickly stirred my lunď. It grew back to its large size faster than I expected, stretching hard and thick.

She stopped for a moment, looking up at me through hooded eyes. A mischievous, naughty look spread across her face when she saw my fully hard lunď. She didn't wait for permission. She started to suck intently, drawing me deep into her throat with practiced skill.

I couldn't control the sudden surge of desire. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my lunď deep inside her mouth, a sudden, forceful thrust. I was doing deep-throat force fucking.

After a few frantic seconds, Pooja bua pulled back, tears welling in her eyes from the intense force. She took a deep, shuddering breath.

She reached out and playfully hit my lunď with her hand. "Why this much force?" she asked, her voice a mix of pain and lingering excitement.

Before I could apologize, she swung her leg over my lap, taking control. She sat directly on top of me, guiding my lunď straight into her chooť. She started to ride my body forcefully. She worked my lunď with intense speed. The sudden change and the brutal rhythm made me cum quickly.

She took my entire cum this time, gripping my lunď tightly with her chooť as she rode me to my release. She released her hold, got off me, and stood up.

I finished adjusting my shirt. "I'm leaving now," I stated, the air in the room charged with our hurried passion.

Pooja bua looked sad, her gaze following me. "At least have some tea before you go."

I shook my head, walking back toward her. "I drink something much better than tea," I teased.

Pooja bua's eyes widened, a question hanging on her lips. "What?"

As soon as Pooja bua said this, I took over her lips one last time, a hard, final kiss that was both a farewell and a promise. After the lingering kiss, I said bye to Pooja bua and left her house. The taste of her lips already made the next two months feel impossible. I needed to rush home now for my last night with Meena Chachi.

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## Update 75: The Rotation Agreement (Meena Chachi, Suman Chachi, and Seema Chachi)

Meena Chachi approached Suman Chachi, who was the eldest among them. Meena Chachi sat down across from her, lowering her voice. "Didi, I want to talk to you about something important," she whispered, leaning in.

"Yes, tell me," Suman Chachi replied, laying her work down, her expression expectant.

"I was thinking that from tomorrow, you should sleep with Avi's Chacha," Meena Chachi proposed, her gaze steady, smoothing the fabric on her lap.

"What's wrong with you all of a sudden?" Suman Chachi asked sharply, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "You know that Avi's Chacha likes to sleep with you. You've been his steady companion."

"If Avi's Chacha stays with me every day, how will you become a mother?" Meena Chachi questioned softly, leaning forward. "We need to give you all a chance to fulfill your duty."

"But will Avi's Chacha agree to such a sudden change in schedule?" Suman Chachi worried quietly, fiddling with the thread.

"I've already asked him," Meena Chachi confirmed, a flicker of pride in her planning. "He said yes. He agreed to the rotation."

"I think you should send Seema to sleep with Avi's Chacha before me," Suman Chachi decided firmly, after thinking for a long moment. "I'll go after Seema."

"But you're the eldest, Didi," Meena Chachi argued, trying to keep the plan in order.

"I've said what I've said," Suman Chachi stated, folding her arms, her voice firm. "Seema first, then me."

"Okay, as you wish," Meena Chachi conceded, nodding her head. "Seema will have to sleep with him for a week from tomorrow. After that, it's you. Then me again, and it will continue like that, a fair rotation."

"Okay," Suman Chachi agreed, her features relaxing into a smile. "Oh, and what about that boy? You said not to talk about him in case we were overheard. Now tell me, did he agree to the full plan or not?"

"He will agree next week," Meena Chachi affirmed, her voice low, pressing her lips into a thin line. "We have to secure the commitment."

"And who goes first?" Suman Chachi pressed, her voice suddenly cautious, looking around the room. "How can I be the first to have sex with him?"

"You have to do it," Meena Chachi insisted, her gaze locking onto Suman's. "You are the one who needs a child most urgently."

"Okay," Suman Chachi whispered finally, her eyes drifting toward the window. The eldest Chachi stood up, gathering her things. "Now go and tell Seema that she has to sleep with Avi's Chacha from tomorrow."

Suman Chachi left the room. Meena Chachi walked across the house toward the living area, where Seema Chachi was folding laundry on the sofa while watching a television serial.

"Didi, from tomorrow, you have to sleep with Avi's Chacha," Meena Chachi announced, her tone official, turning to Seema Chachi.

"With him?" Seema Chachi asked, her eyes narrowed, putting a hand on her hip. "If I sleep with Avi's Chacha, where are you going to sleep?"

"I'll sleep with Suman Didi," Meena Chachi replied quickly, her eyes already calculating the next move.

"Did you ask Didi if she wants to sleep with him first?" Seema Chachi challenged, leaning her weight to one side. "Suman Didi usually likes to be first in everything."

"I asked Didi," Meena Chachi confirmed, nodding. "Suman Didi said that you should sleep with him first, and she'll sleep with him next week. She deferred to you."

"Can I ask you something, Meena?" Seema Chachi questioned, her voice slow, leaning back against the wall.

"Yes, ask," Meena Chachi encouraged, stepping closer.

"Is there any special reason for suddenly sending me to sleep with him?" Seema Chachi's voice was laced with suspicion.

"Didi, if I keep sleeping with him, when will you become a mother?" Meena Chachi whispered, checking the hallway quickly, putting a comforting hand on her arm. "We need to keep up appearances for all of you."

"You said that Avi's Chacha can't make us mothers, so what's the use of me sleeping with him?" Seema Chachi pointed out logically, pausing to consider the statement.

"Didi," Meena Chachi whispered, her gaze sweeping the room again. "If you become a mother with someone else without sleeping with him at all, he'll become suspicious. He must believe he has been trying to fulfill his duty with each of you."

"You've thought about that correctly," Seema Chachi admitted, rubbing her chin, a look of understanding dawning on her face. "It's necessary for the plan."

"I always use my mind," Meena Chachi declared simply, smiling with quiet triumph.

"Oh, and what about that boy?" Seema Chachi suddenly shifted the topic back, her eyes growing wide with curiosity.

"Look, Didi, listen to me carefully," Meena Chachi immediately dropped her smile and became serious, gripping Seema Chachi's shoulder. "This is the most crucial part..."

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## Update 76: The Revelation and the Witness (Meena and Seema Chachi)

Meena chachi gripped Seema chachi's shoulder, her face radiating urgency. "Look, listen to me carefully. The plan hinges on this: I've been having sex with that boy for a week."

Seema chachi's jaw dropped; her eyes went wide with shock. "What? For a week? Where? How? You're only telling me this now, after it’s been happening?"

Meena chachi squeezed Seema chachi's shoulder, forcing attention. "First, listen to everything I have to say, the whole story. Then I'll answer every one of your questions."

Seema chachi swallowed hard, her excitement warring with her disbelief. "Tell me," Seema chachi breathed, leaning in close.

Meena chachi lowered her voice further, making the disclosure feel like a sacred secret. "I've been having sex with that boy for a week. That boy's lunď is longer and thicker than Avi's Chacha's. He has sex for thirty to forty minutes without stopping. Before having sex, he also sucks chooť. What can I tell you about him? The more I describe, the less justice I do to the experience."

Seema chachi visibly trembled, the skepticism giving way to raw temptation. "Is it true that his lunď is longer and thicker than Avi's Chacha's?"

Meena chachi nodded firmly, a sly smirk appearing. "Yes, so much so that you can't even hold its full thickness easily in your hand."

"And he does it for thirty to forty minutes?" Seema chachi's voice was hushed with awe.

"Yes, sometimes it even takes fifty minutes," Meena chachi confirmed, enjoying the effect the details were having.

Seema chachi started to shift nervously, unconsciously scratching her chooť through her saree. "He also sucks chooť?"

"He sucks it in such a way," Meena chachi recounted, her voice drifting with memory, "that he makes you release more water than Avi's Chacha ever could, just by sucking your chooť."

Seema chachi rubbed her chooť hard against the fabric, her breathing quickening. "What else does he do? Tell me everything."

Meena chachi leaned closer, whispering details like drops of forbidden nectar. "He licks the whole body. He presses the breasts in such a way that it feels like milk will come out, they become so swollen and sensitive."

Seema chachi impatiently urged her on. "And...?"

"If you take his lunď in your mouth and start sucking," Meena chachi said, her voice dropping to a near murmur, "you don't feel like taking it out; it's mesmerizing."

"And...?" Seema chachi demanded, her face flushed red.

Meena chachi painted the final picture. "His lunď isn't black like Avi's Chacha's. It's a fair lunď, and the top is completely red, like a ripe fruit. When I licked it with my tongue, I felt so much pleasure that you can't even imagine the sensation."

Seema chachi was beyond the point of reasoning; her fantasy had taken over. "My chooť has released water just hearing this. Now I can't wait anymore. I want to have sex with him quickly. Meena, somehow, please, please make me have sex with him quickly."

Meena chachi felt a thrill of success; the arrow had hit the target. The initial shock had been overcome by desire, just as Meena chachi had predicted. "Do you know where I was having sex all this time?"

Seema chachi shook her head, confusion mixing with lust. "Where?"

Meena chachi held up a single finger, pointing towards the rest of the house. "In this house. Under the same roof as your husband."

Seema chachi's disbelief returned, strong enough to momentarily halt the desire. "What are you saying? In this house? Is that true, or are you making this up to provoke me?"

"I would give Avi's Chacha sleeping pills every night and make him sleep like a stone," Meena chachi explained, her voice firm with certainty. "Then I would have sex with that boy twice a night, every night, right down the hall."

"Twice...?" Seema chachi whispered, her fingers covering her mouth. "Make me meet that boy, please... By the way, who is he? You haven't told me."

"You know him," Meena chachi stated simply.

"I know him? Now don't talk in riddles, Meena! Tell me quickly, who is he?" Seema chachi pleaded, unable to bear the suspense.

Meena chachi let the name hang in the air for a moment. "He is none other than Avi."

The revelation struck Seema chachi like a physical blow. She staggered back, pressing her hand against her chest. "What? No, this can't be true... Avi would never do this... You're lying to trick me into something!"

"No," Meena chachi insisted, standing firm. "I'm telling the absolute truth."

Seema chachi's mind reeled, trying to reconcile the boy they treated as a nephew with the man Meena chachi described. "But we consider him our son. You've had sex with him... I can't even think about this betrayal of family ties."

Meena chachi shrugged off the morality. "So what if we consider him our son? Now we'll consider him our husband, our baby-maker."

"What are you saying?" Seema chachi demanded, her voice rising in alarm. "Do you even know what dangerous thing you're proposing?"

"I didn't find anyone more trustworthy than Avi to help us," Meena chachi explained, her voice hardening with the logic of necessity. "He was the right one to keep our secret safe."

"Didn't you find anyone else?" Seema chachi asked, shaking her head.

"You'll find thousands of people willing to sleep with us, but it's hard to find someone as trustworthy and discreet as Avi," Meena chachi countered, laying out the practical reason.

"But Avi is still a child, a boy," Seema chachi protested, grasping at the last thread of denial.

Meena chachi gave a short, cynical laugh. "You consider him a child. Avi has become a real man, in every sense of the word."

"What do you mean by a real man?" Seema chachi questioned, demanding proof.

"No one in this village can have sex like he does, not even your husband," Meena chachi said, her voice dropping back to a seductive whisper.

Seema chachi hesitated, the moral wall crumbling under the weight of temptation and the desperate need for a child. "But still..."

"Just forget about 'buts'," Meena chachi cut in sharply, sensing her agreement. "Look, I've been having sex with him for a week. I'll become a mother soon. Now you have to decide if you want to become a mother or not, or if you want to be barren forever."

Seema chachi was silent for a long moment, thinking of her husband and the childless years. "Did you tell Suman didi?"

"No," Meena chachi confirmed. "I didn't tell Suman didi, and you shouldn't either. I told you at the right time to give you a chance, and after you have sex with him, I'll tell Suman didi at the right time too."

Seema chachi finally surrendered to the plot. "Okay, if Meena chachi can have sex with Avi, then I can too. And I won't tell Suman didi either. But..."

"But what?" Meena chachi prompted, impatient for the final request.

Seema chachi leaned forward conspiratorially. "I want to see you and Avi having sex before I do it myself."

Meena chachi quickly agreed, relieved the hardest part was over. "Okay, you can watch tonight at 11 o'clock in Avi's room. You will see the truth for yourself. And yes, don't come in. And remember, Suman didi shouldn't know about this, under any circumstance."

Seema chachi waved the concern away. "Don't worry about Suman didi. Once Suman didi falls asleep, Suman didi won't wake up until morning."

"Then get ready to have sex with Avi tomorrow night," Meena chachi finalized, her voice victorious.

"I'm ready," Seema chachi declared, a hungry anticipation lighting her eyes.

(Meena chachi's Internal Thought): *What I had thought would happen, happened. Seema didi agreed, motivated by lust and desperation. But Suman didi will never agree just by being told. Meena chachi will have to think of something much more elaborate for Suman didi.* 

I recognize and accept the complete set of final rules. I understand that my language must be strictly simple and direct, adhering to 10th Standard English.

I will now rewrite the entire story section provided, following all mandatory formatting, perspective, flow, and simplicity rules.

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## Update 77: Last Time, Hard Sex (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I came straight home from Pooja bua's place. My muscles felt sore and heavy after the fast, hard sex with Pooja bua. I went straight to my room to sleep, knowing I needed the rest before tonight. After sleeping for a while, I studied my notes, waiting for Meena Chachi. My wait ended quickly. Meena Chachi came into my room twenty minutes earlier than usual, moving with clear tension.

Meena Chachi walked quickly to the foot of the bed. "Avi, from tomorrow, you will have sex with Seema didi," she said, her voice low. "Tomorrow night, you must make Seema Chachi so happy that she can't imagine living without you."

"Yes," I promised, feeling sure of myself after the session with Pooja bua. "I won't give Seema Chachi a chance to say anything bad about me."

Meena Chachi stepped closer, her voice dropping. "Don't tell Seema Chachi about the sex you've had with Madam, Pooja bua, Mona, and Rati," she instructed. "Keep that history private."

"I won't tell her anything," I confirmed, nodding my head.

Meena Chachi took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto mine. "Today is the last time I'll have sex with you for a while," she stated simply.

I felt a sudden sharp feeling of disappointment. "You won't have sex with me again?" I asked, my voice tight. "Is that final?"

Meena Chachi gave a subtle smile. "What do you want?" she asked, watching me closely.

"I want you," I answered honestly, stepping toward her.

"Okay, you have sex with Didi from tomorrow," Meena Chachi agreed, a soft look in her eyes, "and after that, you can have sex with me again in the next rotation."

I felt a wave of relief and happiness. "You are my favorite Chachi," I told her, my smile genuine.

"That's fine," Meena Chachi said, her smile growing wide. "But today, you can do whatever you want with me, according to your wildest wishes."

I paused, thinking about the offer. "Meaning?" I questioned, looking at her intently.

Meena Chachi's eyes were dark and intense. "Today, don't love me like an aunt, but like your girlfriend—your most desired woman," she explained, her breath catching slightly.

"I've never had a girlfriend before," I confessed. "So how would I know how to love a girlfriend?"

"You should completely lose yourself in the intoxication of sex," Meena Chachi instructed, taking a small step back. "Forget the rules, forget the schedule. After that, you can have sex with me."

"What if I do too much?" I asked, my heart starting to beat fast. "What if I'm too rough?"

"That's fine. Do whatever you want. I won't say anything," Meena Chachi promised, her resolve absolute. "Just don't love me like an aunt; love me like a wife who is a virgin, and you have to give her pleasure with some pain, like on a wedding night."

I fell onto Meena Chachi. Meena Chachi responded at once, helping me, her own desire completely open. Today, she did not worry that someone in the house would hear us. I started to take full, hard pleasure in having sex with her. We were both totally lost in the moment. I did not even notice when my clothes left my body and fell to the ground. Meena Chachi was in the same state, her clothes thrown away.

I looked down at Meena Chachi, but saw her eyes fixed on the door, not me. I thought she was checking to make sure no one saw us. But actually, Meena Chachi was watching Seema Chachi, who was hidden in the shadows outside the room, visibly scratching her chooť with her finger, unable to look away from the scene.

I wanted to leave nothing undone in having sex with Meena Chachi. First, I lowered my head, and like a mad dog, I started to bite and lick her chooť. My tongue worked fast and deep, tasting the raw fluid already coming from her. My teeth quickly bit her inner thighs and her clitoris, making her draw sharp, loud gasps.

"Aah! Yes, Avi," Meena Chachi gasped, her hands pulling at my hair. I pulled her off the bed and onto my face at the edge of the mattress, making her sit on my face. She struggled slightly to get balanced. Then, she fixed her position and pressed her wet chooť deep onto my face. "Ufff! More! Oh, God, more!" she screamed, her voice thick with lust. She started to grind her hips hard, letting her raw desire take over. I agreed, holding her tight as her body seized up, and a sudden salty rush of her climax flooded my mouth. Her hips started to shake hard against my face, and she let out a long, loud moan. She collapsed onto my chest, slick and shaking.

I let her rest for a long minute, pulling my face up to breathe. Meena Chachi brought her hand down and gently took hold of my lunď, which was already hard again, playing with its size. "I loved that sucking, Avi," she whispered, her voice rough. "You were like a madman. It was just what I needed."

I shook my head, my eyes burning with hunger. "I'm not done tasting, Chachi. I want more."

She sighed, her body still shaking a little. I grabbed her legs, putting them wide on the bed, and put my head back between her thighs. She gasped as I returned, and I licked her chooť one more time, using my tongue like a drill, pushing her toward another release. She let out a steady stream of water, whimpering my name.

I moved her immediately into position. I swung her body around so her hips were right at the edge of the bed. I stood up and knelt before her, lifting her legs high over my shoulders until her knees rested on my back. This angle forced her entire chooť to be pushed forward and completely open. I lowered my head and drove my tongue deep inside her chooť, using the angle to reach her deepest points with strong, focused power. My tongue worked fast and without rest, tasting the salty rush of her climax as she screamed, her back arching hard off the bed. She shook all over and let out a huge wave of water that soaked my face, doing everything I needed until her body went completely soft and fell back onto the bed, slick and shaking.

Finally, I lifted my head. Meena Chachi's chest was heaving. "Avi... please..." she begged, her eyes half-closed. "I'm so tired. I need to rest now."

I stood up, my body still full of energy. "Not yet, Chachi," I replied, my voice rough. "I still need to fuck you."

I pulled her up to stand, her back against the wall, and lifted her high, so her legs wrapped around my hips. I hit my lunď into her chooť with the force of the hit against the wall, making Meena Chachi gasp in pain and shock.

"Ah! Avi!" she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I used the wall to push against, holding her arms tight above her head. This made her chooť rub harder against my hips. For ten minutes, I shoved my lunď into her, moving fast and hard without stopping. The wall was a solid support, letting me put all my force into every push.

*My vision went blurry. The sound of my heavy breathing and the wet slap of our bodies against the wall filled the room. This was the aggression she asked for. I felt the strong beating of my lunď, thick and hard inside her.*

I placed her on the bed again, but then quickly pulled her to her knees near the edge. I knelt behind her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her body up, so she was bent over, supporting herself on her hands and knees. This was like the standing doggy position, but I quickly lifted her by the waist and pressed her legs around my waist, lifting her high off the floor into the Standing Wheelbarrow position. She hung there, gripping my waist with her legs to stay balanced, her chooť aimed perfectly at my lunď.

I entered her from behind, deep and hard. I could control how far and at what angle I went completely. My thrusts became a brutal, steady pounding. I felt her body giving way to strong, painful pleasure.

"Yes, Avi!!" she screamed, her voice muffled by the pillow she held beneath her face.

I kept going until her chooť felt skin-tight around my lunď. I knew she was almost done, but I was not finished.

I let her body slide down until her knees hit the floor. Her body was still bent over, open and ready. I pulled my lunď out of her chooť and moved to her gaand hole.

"No, Avi, stop!" she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper.

But the wild feeling of the night took over me. I did not stop. I made my lunď slippery with the fluid from her chooť and drove it into her gaand with force.

A loud cry escaped Meena Chachi's throat as my lunď broke through her tight barrier. I slowed down a little, feeling how difficult it was, then sped up again, pushing past her pain. This was the final release of all the frustration and desire I held.

I held nothing back, fucking her gaand until the final burst of my semen shot deep inside her. I fell onto her back, my body shaking with tiredness.

It took a long time for me to feel normal, my body still vibrating. When I finally looked at Meena Chachi's state, I was shocked. She looked like a dead chicken—still, pale, and completely used up. I saw blood on the sheets near her chooť. Her gaand hole was wide open, showing I had fucked her gaand just as hard, and there was blood near the gaand too.

My heart pounded hard against my ribs, a dull, heavy shock. A tight knot formed in my gut. My breath was fast and shallow, and cold sweat made my skin sticky. *What have I done?* I thought I was in big trouble; I had pushed her too far.

I quickly cleaned my lunď with a towel. I found my courage and looked at Meena Chachi's face. She did not look like she was in pain, but there were tears in her eyes that had now dried. A white cloth lay near her mouth; maybe Meena Chachi had bitten it to stop her screams during the final climax. I quickly gave Meena Chachi some water. After drinking the water, she seemed to become fully awake again.

She sat up a little and kissed me on my head. A deep, clear feeling of happiness was on her face, hiding the physical injuries.

"Even on my wedding night, this much blood didn't come out," Meena Chachi spoke, her voice still rough. "Today, you brought it out of my chooť and gaand in just one session."

"Sorry, Chachi," I apologized right away. "I don't know what happened to me. I lost control."

"Why are you saying sorry?" Meena Chachi waved her hand to dismiss it. "I had a lot of fun. It was exactly what I asked for."

"Blood came out of you, and you still had fun?" I asked, totally confused. "I don't understand."

Meena Chachi sat up slowly, the smile gone, replaced by a look of worry. "You don't need to understand anything," she told me. "You just think about tomorrow's sex."

*(Meena Chachi's Internal Thought): What have I done? Everything is ruined. Why did I tell Avi to do this today? I should have waited a few days for this hard sex. If Seema Didi saw me like this, she might refuse to have sex with Avi. But how could I know that Avi would keep going until blood came out of my chooť and gaand? This is my mistake. What have I done?*

"Don't have sex like this with Seema Didi for the first time," Meena Chachi instructed carefully, covering her body. "Do it with a little more love, and a little less force."

"Yes," I promised quickly. "I will do it with complete love."

"Now you should sleep. I'm going to my room as well," Meena Chachi finished, looking tired.

"Good night," I replied.

Meena Chachi gave a tired smile before leaving the room, carrying the weight of her secret plan and her injured body.

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## Update 78: The Preparation and the Plan (Avi and Seema Chachi)

When I woke up in the morning, I felt very weak. Yesterday's hard sex with Pooja bua, followed by the extreme session with Meena Chachi, had totally drained me. I had just woken up when Seema Chachi walked into the room carrying a glass of milk. I put the milk on the table and went to get ready. After getting ready and drinking the milk, I felt an instant rush of energy; it was like I got all my lost strength back at once. I did not know what Meena Chachi had put in the milk, but it was strong medicine. I then started to work out.

After working out, Seema Chachi brought me milk again. Today, she brought the milk instead of Meena Chachi. When Seema Chachi handed me the glass, she stopped and gave me a soft, eager smile. After working out, I got fresh, ate my food, and sat down to study, readying myself for the new challenge of the night.

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*In another room in the house:*

Meena Chachi walked up to Seema Chachi, her hands pressed together with nervous hope. "Didi, did you see the sex yesterday?" she asked, her voice quiet.

Seema Chachi leaned back, a satisfied look of female pleasure on her face. "Yes, I saw enough." she chuckled, shaking her head. "What a man Avi is turning out to be."

Meena Chachi shifted a little, needing to know the important details. "Did you see the whole thing? The end?" she pressed, her voice high with worry.

Seema Chachi laughed softly, covering her mouth. "How could I see the whole thing, Meena?"

"Why didn't you?" Meena Chachi pushed harder, her worry growing.

Seema Chachi suddenly moved, a hand flying to her chest. "Yesterday afternoon, when you told me about Avi, it immediately increased the itch in my chooť!" she confessed, her eyes wide. "Then at night, seeing how Avi was licking your chooť made me so excited, I was shaking."

"So you didn't see the actual sex after that?" Meena Chachi asked, relief starting to rise in her chest.

"No," Seema Chachi confirmed, waving her hand away. "The way he was licking your chooť made me so hot that I quickly went to the kitchen, put a radish in my chooť, and relieved my itch right there."

Meena Chachi nodded, understanding the desperate need. "Your water must have come out quickly, then," she observed.

"Yes," Seema Chachi sighed happily. "It came out in two minutes, strong and fast."

"After that, you must have come back to see the sex," Meena Chachi insisted, trying to guess how much her sister had missed.

"After that, I went to my room and slept," Seema Chachi stated simply, shrugging her shoulders.

"You should have watched!" Meena Chachi exclaimed, stepping back in shock. "We kept having sex for a long, long time."

Seema Chachi gave a clear explanation. "If I watched again, I would have had to release my water with a radish again. Then I would watch and then release water again. And you said that Avi has sex for fifty minutes. How much water would have come out of me in that time? I would have completely emptied myself!"

"You should have let it come out," Meena Chachi countered, though her inner thoughts were already making peace with the situation.

"If I had released all my water last night," Seema Chachi reasoned, her eyes bright with excitement for the night, "Avi wouldn't have had fun having sex with me today. That's why I thought it was right to sleep and save my capacity."

*(Meena Chachi's Internal Thought): It is good Didi did not see the whole thing. If she saw the blood, I would have to think of a whole new way to convince her.*

"So Didi, are you ready for tonight?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice returning to normal.

Seema Chachi smiled, her body twitching slightly with excitement. "Yes, completely ready."

"You went to the kitchen and released your chooť water with a radish," Meena Chachi pointed out. "You could have taken the radish with you and released the water quietly while watching the sex near his room."

Seema Chachi lowered her voice, showing her caution. "You said Suman Didi shouldn't know. If I had done it in front of Avi's room, Suman Didi's sleep might have been disturbed by my voice. Suman Didi's sleep never breaks easily at night. But if she had woken up, Suman Didi would have said she gets to have sex with Avi instead of me today, saying she is older. Then what would happen to me? That's why I released the water safely in the kitchen."

"You did the right thing," Meena Chachi affirmed, nodding at her sister's worry about the oldest sister.

*(Meena Chachi's Internal Thought): If Suman Didi woke up and found out the plan, Suman Didi wouldn't just refuse sex with Avi; she would kick me and Avi out of the house. Seema Didi worries too much, but that worry is helpful.*

"How did Avi's lunď look?" Meena Chachi asked, rubbing her palms together.

"His lunď is long and thick," Seema Chachi answered, rubbing her own hands together. "It will be very fun to have sex with him."

"So you're absolutely ready?" Meena Chachi asked one last time, needing assurance.

Seema Chachi gave a naughty little laugh. "Only a crazy person would refuse to have sex with a lunď that long and thick."

Meena Chachi settled the details. "Okay, you can have sex with Avi tonight, but first, listen to me carefully. I have a precise set of instructions."

"Yes, tell me. I'm listening," Seema Chachi said, moving impatiently.

"From today, you have to sleep with Avi's Chacha," Meena Chachi stated, confirming the cover story.

"You told me that yesterday," Seema Chachi replied, already tired of the fake plan.

"Have sex with him once," Meena Chachi instructed, laying out the routine.

Seema Chachi's shoulders slumped dramatically. "Only once?"

"Yes, only once," Meena Chachi repeated firmly. "Give him milk before sex."

Seema Chachi looked doubtful. "After drinking milk, he'll have sex with me all night long, and I'll never get to Avi."

"Don't give him the whole glass of milk at once," Meena Chachi corrected, showing her the trick. "Give him half a glass first. Then have sex. After having sex, he usually goes to the bathroom. At that time, put a sleeping pill in the rest of the milk. Take this sleeping pill now." Meena Chachi handed her a small, white capsule.

"Then what do I do?" Seema Chachi asked, her eyes shining.

"As soon as he comes back to the room from the bathroom, give him the rest of the milk," Meena Chachi explained calmly. "Make absolutely sure he drinks the milk in front of you."

"And something else I need to do?" Seema Chachi whispered, leaning in.

"After giving him the milk, tell him you're going to the bathroom, and leave your room," Meena Chachi finished.

Seema Chachi bounced on the balls of her feet. "And then I can go straight to Avi's room?"

Meena Chachi frowned, looking sharp. "You're in such a hurry to go to Avi."

"Tell me when to go to Avi," Seema Chachi pushed, ignoring the angry look.

"Wait for twenty minutes to make absolutely sure he's sleeping soundly and not moving," Meena Chachi warned. "Then go to Avi. Don't make any mistakes in the dosage or the timing."

"Don't worry," Seema Chachi promised, her excitement now a fixed goal. "I understand what I have to do. The plan is perfect."

*(Meena Chachi's Internal Thought): I'll also have to go and check once at night to make sure the pill worked.*

"You go to Avi's place at exactly 11 o'clock," Meena Chachi finished. "And during the day, stay away from Avi—no close contact."

"How many times will Avi do it with me tonight?" Seema Chachi asked, trying to get the most for herself.

"For three days, he will do it with you twice a night," Meena Chachi outlined. "For the rest of the three days, he will do it once."

Seema Chachi looked sad at the cut in frequency. "Why like that? Why reduce it?"

"Because then he will do it with Suman Didi once when her turn comes," Meena Chachi explained, showing the future schedule.

Seema Chachi gave up with a sigh. "Okay. Is there anything else left to cover?"

"No," Meena Chachi concluded. "Everything is done. Do your job well. Don't make any mistakes tonight."

"No mistakes will be made," Seema Chachi promised, her excitement now a strong determination.

*(Meena Chachi's Internal Thought): I'll have to keep an eye on Suman Didi and Avi's Chacha too. I'll have to stay awake until Didi has sex with Avi to make sure Seema Chachi doesn't mess up the sequence.*

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## Update 79: The First Kiss and the Lie (Avi and Seema Chachi)

Seema Chachi slipped into my room right at 11 o'clock, closing the door softly behind her. The air in the room instantly grew heavy. Seema Chachi walked over to my desk where I was studying. "What are you doing, Avi?" she asked, her voice low.

I pretended to be completely busy with my books, trying to play dumb and have some fun. "I'm studying," I answered, not looking up.

Seema Chachi leaned against the desk, her eyes quickly checking the textbooks. "How's your studying going? Are you making good progress?" she asked, her tone curious.

"It's going well," I answered, finally looking up with an innocent look. "By the way, Chachi, you could have asked me this during the day. What's the reason for coming here so late at night, dressed like this?"

A brief flicker of doubt crossed Seema Chachi's face. "Don't you know why I'm here?" she asked, pulling back slightly.

I shook my head, keeping my face confused. "Why would I know?"

Seema Chachi frowned a little. "Don't you really know?" she asked, her eyes moving quickly. *(Internal thought: Did Meena not tell him the plan?)*

"Was there something important we had to do together?" I asked, putting my pen down slowly.

"It was important for me, the reason for the visit," Seema Chachi said, moving back toward the door. "But never mind. I'll tell you tomorrow. You study." she waved her hand. *(Internal thought: Did Meena not tell Avi that he had to have sex with me tonight? Does she want me to be the one to start everything? I can't understand what to do. I'll leave now and tell Meena to explain everything to Avi tomorrow, to make sure there are no mistakes.)*

"I'm just studying," I repeated, watching her get ready to leave.

Seema Chachi stood up to leave the room, looking disappointed. After she had walked a few steps, I shot up, grabbed her hand, and quickly made her sit back down on the bed. Before Seema Chachi could make a sound or understand what was happening, I pushed my lips onto hers and started to kiss her deeply. Seema Chachi gasped but quickly calmed down and started to help me, kissing me back with strong heat.

I began to suck her lips, focusing only on the pleasure. Her lips felt surprisingly soft, as delicate as Meena Chachi's. Meena Chachi had told me many times that my uncle never kisses her, so I decided to use my mouth as much as possible.

After a moment, I put my tongue deep into her mouth. As soon as I did that, Seema Chachi opened her mouth instantly and started to suck my tongue with surprising force. I was truly shocked to feel her sucking my tongue like that. Meena Chachi had sucked my tongue, but she knew all the tricks. *How did Seema Chachi know all this?* My uncle never kisses her, so where did she learn these close techniques? I thought, *I'll kiss her now and then ask later.*

Chachi kept sucking my tongue for a long moment, then she pulled back a little before aggressively putting her tongue back into my mouth. I also started to suck her tongue. Chachi and I started to suck each other's tongues and lips, lost in the quickly rising heat of the kiss. After kissing like that for a while, we broke apart, both taking quick breaths.

"Chachi, where did you learn to kiss like that?" I asked, my voice still rough.

Seema Chachi smiled a little, smoothing her saree with her hand. "I used to do it with your uncle," she lied, her eyes looking away. "Then I slowly learned the technique from practice."

"You're lying," I accused, shaking my head.

Seema Chachi lifted her chin up strongly. "Why would I lie to you, Avi?" she challenged.

"Meena Chachi told me that my uncle never kisses his wives," I countered, looking hard for the truth in her eyes. "Then why are you lying now, Chachi?"

Seema Chachi looked away for a moment, her excitement going down a little. "What will you do by knowing the whole story?" she mumbled, her head bowed.

"I just want to know," I pressed gently. "If you want to tell me, I won't judge."

Seema Chachi looked back, a careful, serious look on her face. "If you promise not to tell anyone, especially Meena Chachi, I can tell you," she whispered, her eyes pleading.

"You can absolutely trust me," I assured her, squeezing her hand lightly.

Seema Chachi took a deep breath, deciding to share the truth. "You know how educated I am; I went to college."

"Yes," I confirmed, waiting calmly.

"I had a boyfriend in college," Seema Chachi admitted, her voice low and quiet. "He kissed me for the first time and taught me how to kiss, how to use my tongue."

"So you had sex with him too?" I asked, my curiosity too strong to stop.

"No," Seema Chachi quickly said. "I only kissed him. Your uncle was the one who broke my seal after marriage."

"By the way," I asked, changing the subject, "how was my kiss, compared to the expert?"

Seema Chachi giggled softly, leaning forward. "You also kiss very well." She pulled back suddenly. "Wait," she said, raising a finger. "Speaking of kissing, you were making fun of me with your questions before you even started kissing me."

I laughed, showing I was guilty. "You knew the plan, didn't you? Then why were you asking me like you didn't know anything?"

Seema Chachi playfully poked my chest with her finger. "I'll see you tomorrow for that."

I grabbed her hand quickly. "Why tomorrow, Chachi? Why not today?"

Seema Chachi pulled her hand back, winking at me. "I want to have fun with your games and kisses today, I want to enjoy the waiting."

"And tomorrow, you'll take mine?" I protested, making a sad face. "Then I'm not going to do anything today or tomorrow."

Seema Chachi burst into laughter, throwing her head back. "Why? Are you scared of me, Avi?"

"Yes," I admitted, smiling widely.

Seema Chachi laughed again, hitting my arm lightly. "I was just joking, just like you were joking with me."

We both started to laugh, the tension completely gone, replaced by a warm, shared feeling of closeness.

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## Update 80: The First Ride (Avi and Seema Chachi)

We stood close, the air still warm from our intense kissing. "Chachi," I whispered, my breath warm against Seema Chachi's cheek, "shall we begin the main event?"

Seema Chachi tilted her head back, her eyes heavy with desire. "I've been ready for a while," she admitted, a wide smile growing, "since Meena Chachi finished her story."

As soon as Seema Chachi spoke, I quickly removed the *pallu* of her saree. The heavy cloth fell to the floor, showing her breasts pushing tightly against the thin material of her blouse. Without any delay, I started to press her breasts hard over the blouse. The feeling of pushing and shaping them through the cloth was fun, making me eager for what was beneath. *How much more fun would it be without the blouse?* I wanted that fun now.

I unhooked the blouse and pulled it off. Seema Chachi's fair, round breasts sprang free, open for me to see. I put both hands on them and started to squeeze them roughly. Seema Chachi instantly started to moan, the sound low and rough. I could not stop now. While still squeezing her breasts, I slowly and carefully took off all her other clothes.

Seema Chachi stood naked in front of me. I let my eyes look over her body, remembering the shape of the forbidden form. Her body was not as thin and strong as Meena Chachi's, but it was softer, more full, and looked much better than Pooja bua's.

Seema Chachi placed a hand on my shoulder, feeling impatient. "What are you looking at, Avi?" she demanded.

I stepped closer, my eyes following the curve of her hip. "I'm looking at your beauty, Chachi. It's so beautiful," I told her honestly.

Seema Chachi pushed herself against me, the cool feel of her skin surprising me. "If you just keep looking, I'll leave before we start," she warned playfully.

I gently pushed her onto the bed. As soon as Seema Chachi lay down, I quickly took off my own clothes and fell onto her chest. I immediately took her nipple in my mouth and started to suck her breast as hard as I could, squeezing her other breast with my free hand at the same time. I changed my focus, sometimes squeezing one breast and sometimes the other. Just like Meena Chachi's, her breasts were also hard and reacted quickly. I realized then that my uncle only put his lunď in her chooť and had sex; he clearly did nothing to make her feel ready before pushing inside.

Then, still squeezing her breasts with my hands, I moved my mouth down. Now I was near her belly button. Seema Chachi's belly button was clearly bigger and deeper than Meena Chachi's. I started to kiss her belly button, exploring the small dip. While kissing, I put my tongue deep into her belly button and watched Seema Chachi's pleasure double.

All the first checks were done; now it was time for the final, most important test. I spread her legs apart. Her chooť was beautifully shown. Meena Chachi knew that I don't like hair on the chooť, and it looked like Meena Chachi had sent Seema Chachi completely ready and prepared. Seema Chachi's chooť was not very open or loose, a small sign that my uncle had married Meena Chachi three years *after* marrying Seema Chachi, giving the younger wife more time to stretch.

I lowered my face and started to smell Seema Chachi's pink chooť. A sweet, strong smell was coming from her. My hot breaths were making the sensitive skin even hotter.

I started to kiss her chooť. As soon as I licked her chooť with my tongue to clean it, a strong gush of water burst out of her. I wanted to lick her chooť hard with my tongue, but the rush was too sudden. I quickly drank all that water. Even after drinking the fluid, I did not stop licking her chooť, using my tongue to pull out more feeling. After a while of this hard licking, Seema Chachi could not stand it any longer. She cried out that I must put my lunď inside now.

I knew that if I waited for her to release water again, she would not be able to stand the pressure and would scream loudly, which was a big risk with Suman Didi just down the hall. I immediately stopped licking her chooť. "Do not scream, Chachi," I warned her, my voice low and serious, "or Suman Didi will find out everything." Seema Chachi quickly nodded her head in scared agreement.

I placed my lunď on her chooť, but I paused. I wanted to fully close her mouth first, so I started to suck her lips. When I felt that her scream would be completely muffled in my mouth, I gave a hard thrust. Maybe three inches of my lunď went inside. Just as I thought, her scream was fully muffled in my mouth, swallowed by my kiss. I quickly gave a second thrust, and my lunď went six inches inside. The pain instantly showed on Seema Chachi's face, and she struggled under me. Her pain was clear on my lips, pressed tightly against hers. To make her pain less, I kept kissing her and squeezing her breasts hard. But she was not becoming quiet; the first fight was too strong. Then, with a burst of determined feeling, I gave a final, deep thrust, and my lunď was completely lost deep inside her chooť.

The depth hurt her badly. This time, I knew I had to stop moving. I kept kissing her and squeezing her breasts, holding her still until her wild movements stopped and she was quiet. After what felt like fifteen minutes, Seema Chachi finally relaxed. When I felt she was strong enough to take the thrusts, I started to move. At first, I was thrusting slowly, checking how much she could handle. Her pain was slowly going away, and my efforts were working. Seema Chachi quickly released her water again; my previous licking and my sudden, deep push together brought a fast climax.

The release of water gave Seema Chachi some quick relief. Now, with every thrust, she started to help me, wrapping her legs around my waist. I kept thrusting, the steady hit of our hips and the squeaking of the mattress making a fast music. Seema Chachi and I, and the bed, were shaking together; it felt like we were bouncing in a local train in Mumbai. The sound of "patch patch" was loud in the room. I increased my speed, my high-speed train moving forward with full power. I started to eat her "rasgulla"-like breasts, biting and sucking them wildly. Seema Chachi's body was as hot as the heat in Chennai.

Our sex continued for thirty minutes. Seema Chachi and I won this long race together. I released my semen deep into her chooť. Seema Chachi emptied her tank four separate times during the marathon. I collapsed on her, completely used up. The loud sound of our heavy breathing was the only sound heard in the room. After a while, our breathing slowed, and we became normal.

Seema Chachi stroked my hair, her voice full of respect. "You turned out to be a pro player, Avi," she whispered softly.

I smiled, still resting my head on her chest. "After all, whose nephew am I?" I asked proudly.

Seema Chachi laughed, pulling my head up to look at her. "Not my nephew," she said, a playful smile on her face, "you're my husband, my baby-maker, you're my son. But I have to admit, you have undeniable power."

I looked down at her, already feeling my energy coming back. "Do you want to see that power in action one more time?" I challenged.

"Can you show me, after all that?" Seema Chachi challenged playfully, her eyes sparkling.

"It depends on what the viewer wants," I countered.

Seema Chachi bit her lip, her eyes shining. "I want one more time."

"Then let's go back to the battlefield," I declared, starting to move my weight.

"I'm always ready," Seema Chachi declared, pulling me into a hug.

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## Update 81: The Second Round (Avi and Seema Chachi)

I hugged Seema Chachi, accepting her challenge for the second round. She immediately took charge of the game. Seema Chachi pushed me onto the bed and started to clean my lunď with her tongue. My lunď was not fully hard yet, so she took my whole lunď in her mouth and started to suck it with great skill.

Seema Chachi clearly loved ice cream; her way of sucking lunď was special, using fast, deep movements. She would go all the way down to my *anďe* while sucking, giving me no time to rest. My desire started to grow quickly with her strong technique. My lunď started to get bigger, filling up with blood.

After a short while, my lunď was fully hard again. Seema Chachi took my hard lunď in her mouth and kept sucking. Sometimes she would take my whole lunď out of her mouth and gently lick the sensitive tip of my lunď with her tongue, which gave me a sharp, sudden feeling of pleasure. She took my lunď in her mouth as deep as she could and started to suck.

I suddenly remembered Meena Chachi and all the others I had sex with. When I used to suck their chooť, they would press my head hard down onto their hips. I also held Seema Chachi's head and pressed it down hard. My whole lunď went deep into her mouth. It felt like my lunď went all the way down to her throat, a terrifying and strong feeling. 

This happened in just a few seconds. I immediately let go of her head. Seema Chachi pulled my lunď out of her mouth and instantly started to cough, her body shaking. After a while, the coughing stopped. I got ready for her anger, but surprisingly, Seema Chachi again took my lunď in her mouth and started to suck it.

After sucking for a while, Seema Chachi took my lunď out of her mouth. Then she rolled over and got onto her hands and knees, showing her body. 

As soon as she did that, I moved quickly behind her. My eyes fell instantly on her gaand. I knew that my uncle had never fucked any of the Chachis' gaand. I controlled my urge, choosing the mission first, and pushed my lunď into her chooť.

I was having explosive fun having sex with her in this position. Seema Chachi was built perfectly for this pose. With every push, the head of my lunď would rub hard against the back wall of her chooť, touching the entrance to her gaand. 

No one could beat her when she was on her hands and knees—her movements and reaction were perfect. This second round of sex kept going hard for forty minutes. I was totally tired after this session, but the sight of her gaand—so close, so tempting—in a rush of desire kept me fucking her chooť with all my strength. I kept having sex with Seema Chachi on doggy position for the entire time, without changing the position. Seema Chachi had a lot of fun in this second, wild round of sex, moaning loudly into the pillow.

After the sex, I fell onto her back, breathing hard into her shoulder. "Chachi, did you have fun, or was it just painful?" I asked, my voice heavy.

Seema Chachi slowly turned her head, her eyes bright. "You're a magician, Avi," she whispered, a smile on her face. "Who taught you all this, all these tricks?"

I shrugged, pretending not to know. "Does this need to be taught? Doesn't it just come naturally?"

"But anyone can tell by your many ways of having sex that someone with experience has taught you," Seema Chachi insisted, sitting up and pulling the sheet over her.

"I promise you, no one taught me," I insisted, trying to keep the secret safe.

Seema Chachi narrowed her eyes playfully. "I have seen more of the world than you have. Don't think of me as a fool who will believe that."

I quickly changed the subject, avoiding the trap. "Did you have fun or not? That's the only thing that matters," I said, looking away.

Seema Chachi frowned, folding her arms. "Why are you changing the subject, Avi? Be honest."

"Let it go, Chachi," I said, putting my hand on her arm gently. "Whoever taught me, you're the one who got the benefit, right?"

Seema Chachi thought about this, then nodded slightly. "Okay. I know Meena Chachi must have told you not to tell anyone, especially not Suman Didi. Right?" she whispered.

"Meena Chachi didn't say anything like that about anyone," I lied smoothly. "You're just making a big deal out of nothing."

"Then tell me on the side, in private, who taught you," Seema Chachi pressed, leaning closer to me.

I pulled back, keeping my distance and control. "Look, Chachi, no one knows about how I have sex with you. It would be wrong if they did. In the same way, I can't tell anyone who taught me. It would ruin their good name and their life."

"You don't trust me?" Seema Chachi asked, genuinely hurt, her face falling.

"It's not that at all," I explained, my voice gentle. "Today you're asking; tomorrow, Meena Chachi will ask about my other secrets. Then Suman Chachi. And then I don't know who else will ask. The secret must stop here."

"Okay," Seema Chachi gave up with a deep sigh. "Let it go. Don't ruin the mood after such a wonderful session."

"Now I'll have to create the mood again, then," I teased, smiling. I leaned over and started to kiss her, a soft, slow kiss this time. After the long kiss, her mood was completely fine, the annoyance replaced by happiness.

Seema Chachi started to laugh, pulling the sheet up to cover her chest.

We talked about the details of our sex for a while, enjoying the good feeling of being close. Then Seema Chachi quickly got dressed and left the room, wanting to get back to her husband's side before the sleeping pills wore off. I also got dressed and went to sleep, the memory of her strong pleasure making me look forward to the next night.

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## Update 82: The Afternoon Plan (Avi and Meena Chachi)

When I woke up in the morning, I immediately started to work out, determined to get my energy back. While working out, the memory of Seema Chachi's gaand, shown so perfectly on her hands and knees, kept coming into my mind. I somehow finished my work, pushing the thought away, and started studying. In the afternoon, unable to stop wanting it, I called Meena Chachi to my room.

Meena Chachi walked in, looking happy. "Did you have fun last night with Seema Didi?" she asked, walking toward me.

I leaned back in my chair. "Yes. I had fun," I admitted, "but not as much as with you, Chachi."

Meena Chachi placed her hands on her hips, her smile becoming knowing. "Why? What's so special about me that makes me better?" she asked, her voice soft.

"You're different," I explained, trying to find the right words. "You let me be rougher. But..."

Meena Chachi tilted her head, clearly wanting to know more. "But what? Spit it out," she pushed gently.

"Seema Chachi's way of sucking lunď was clearly better than yours," I admitted, looking down.

Meena Chachi nodded, looking calm and accepting. "I know what my Didi is good at. I taught her a few things myself," she confessed.

"You know everything that happens in this house," I observed, looking around.

Meena Chachi walked to the window, looking at the yard outside. "I have to know, Avi. This house is still standing and peaceful because of me and my planning," she stated simply.

I started to think about what I wanted to ask, figuring out the best way to say it.

Meena Chachi turned back to me. "What are you thinking so seriously about?" she asked, seeing the change in my face.

"I wanted to talk to you about something important regarding last night," I confessed, my voice a little lower.

"Yes, tell me what you want to talk about," Meena Chachi encouraged, sensing my serious mood.

"Seema Chachi screams during sex," I explained, leaning forward on the desk.

Meena Chachi shrugged, not worried. "Every woman screams during sex, especially after your performance," she said, smiling.

"Meaning she can't control herself like you do?" I clarified, pointing out the difference.

Meena Chachi paused, thinking back to the previous night. "I didn't hear anything last night, so I don't know what you mean," she admitted, shaking her head.

"You didn't understand what I said," I insisted, feeling frustrated.

Meena Chachi moved her hand impatiently. "Then explain it to me clearly," she demanded.

"When we have sex for the second time," I began, avoiding her eyes, my voice quiet.

Meena Chachi smiled to herself, understanding what I meant and my desire. "What about the second time, when you're rougher?" she finished for me.

"I was saying..." I stammered, gathering my courage.

"You're saying that you don't have enough fun when you have sex the second time, because you want a deeper connection. Am I right?" Meena Chachi finished for me, helping me ask the difficult question.

"Yes, that's partly what I'm saying," I admitted, looking up. "I was thinking of fucking Seema Chachi's gaand just like I did with you, Chachi. And then putting the semen in her chooť to finish the job."

Meena Chachi's face hardened, and she shook her head strongly. "No, that absolutely can't happen. Your lunď is big and hard. Didi has never had her gaand fucked before. If you fuck Didi's gaand, Suman Chachi will see the clear sign of pain on Seema Chachi's face or Suman Didi will find out eventually."

"I fucked your gaand too, Chachi," I reminded her, crossing my arms stubbornly. "I'll fuck Seema Chachi's gaand in the same careful way."

"My case was different," Meena Chachi whispered, checking the door quickly. "It hurt me very much, but I stopped myself from screaming because I knew you were being watched. Didi won't be able to stop herself from making a sound or crying out from the first push."

I got upset, frustrated that she wouldn't trust me. I looked away from Meena Chachi.

"Hey, why don't you understand the risk?" Meena Chachi demanded, trying to make me feel better.

"You know what happens to me when we do it a second time—I lose control and want to go deep and hard," I argued, showing how much I needed this. "And still, you're not agreeing with my suggestion."

Meena Chachi paused, thinking about the problem, tapping her chin with her finger. "Did you ask Seema Didi if she wants you to fuck her gaand? It has to be her choice."

"No," I admitted, looking guilty. "I thought you would convince her to try it, since you convinced her to spy on us."

Meena Chachi raised her eyebrows, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I should have to do this convincing too? You should at least try to persuade her yourself."

"Yes," I insisted, giving her my most charming look.

"Okay," Meena Chachi sighed, giving in to my pleading eyes. "I'll do something to arrange it. But we can't do this dangerous act at night, it's too risky with Suman Didi and Avi's Chacha in the house."

"Then we'll do it during the day," I suggested instantly, a solution coming to mind.

Meena Chachi thought for a long moment, figuring out the chance of getting Suman Chachi out of the house. "Do you want to do it today, then?"

"Today? That soon?" I asked, a huge smile spreading across my face.

"Don't worry about Suman Didi," Meena Chachi said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'll take Suman Didi to Mangala Kaki's house for a long visit right now. You'll have two clear hours to fuck Seema Chachi's gaand and finish your business."

"In two hours, I can fuck her gaand twice and still have time left over," I boasted confidently.

"And yes," Meena Chachi added, pointing her finger at me in warning, "I'm not going to tell Seema Didi that I planned this and that you are going to fuck her gaand. You handle that first shock and persuasion yourself."

"I'll handle that," I promised, my mind already racing with how to make Seema Chachi agree.

"Okay. In twenty minutes, Suman Didi and I will leave. Be quick, and do your work," Meena Chachi instructed, walking to the door.

I gave a strong salute. "Consider the work done, Chachi," I told her.

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## Update 83: The Gaand Demand (Avi and Seema Chachi)

After a while, I heard the clear sound of the front door closing—the sign that Meena Chachi and Suman Chachi had left. I got up and quickly closed the front gate of the house, making sure we were private. Seema Chachi was resting simply in the room, still dressed in her saree. I went and sat next to her on the edge of the bed.

"Chachi, what are you doing?" I asked, a playful smirk on my lips.

Seema Chachi opened one eye, looking at me slowly. "What do you think I'm doing, Avi?" she asked back.

"I think you're remembering last night's incredible sex," I teased, leaning closer to her.

Seema Chachi shook her head, a soft smile escaping her. "You're completely wrong. I'm merely resting," she stated.

"What, Chachi?" I said, pretending to be very disappointed. "You've already started to lie to me."

Seema Chachi laughed, finally sitting up. "If you know everything, why are you even asking?" she countered, looking at me. "Meena Chachi told me strictly not to have sex during the day. And here you are, teasing me by asking."

I took the chance, my voice dropping to a secret whisper. "I came to tell you that Suman Chachi and Meena Chachi have gone to Mangala Kaki's house for a long visit," I revealed. "And Meena Chachi said they would take two solid hours to come back. And she also said specifically to take care of Seema Chachi. And here you are, saying bad things to me and getting angry."

After saying this, I started to get up from the bed, pretending to leave. Hearing the amazing news, Seema Chachi's eyes became bright; her calm posture disappeared instantly. She shot out a hand, held my wrist, and made me sit back on the bed with surprising strength.

"Are you telling the absolute truth, Avi?" Seema Chachi asked, her voice barely a sound. "Are we the only two in the house right now?"

"Of course," I confirmed, pulling my hand away and crossing my arms, continuing the act. "It was so hard for me to convince Meena Chachi to let me have sex with you during the day like this. And here you are, getting angry at me."

After saying this, I started to pretend to be very hurt and angry, looking away from her.

Seema Chachi immediately started to coax me, grabbing my shoulder. "How would I know all this complicated planning?" she pleaded. "Forgive me, Avi. I didn't mean to upset you."

"Who am I to forgive you?" I scoffed, turning my head away. "You don't care about what I want and what I need to make our sex better."

"You're my son," Seema Chachi countered, her voice changing to honest persuasion. "Tell me what you need, what your ultimate desire is. I will definitely give you what you need to be happy."

"I don't think you can fulfill my wish," I said, shaking my head dramatically. "Only Meena Chachi was brave enough and listened to me."

"Just say it, Avi. What is it?" Seema Chachi urged, desperate to prove her devotion.

"I don't think..." I dragged out the pause, creating more tension.

Seema Chachi grabbed my hand tightly. "Look, I swear to you that I will fulfill your wish, whatever it is. Now say it!" she demanded.

I looked directly into her eyes, my voice low and firm. "I want to fuck your gaand, Chachi."

The word hit Seema Chachi like a physical shock. Her breath stopped. "What?" she choked out.

I repeated the desire, not breaking eye contact. "I want to fuck your gaand, just once."

Seema Chachi leaned back, confusion and fear fighting on her face. "Does anyone really do something like that? I've never heard of it outside of books." she whispered, looking shocked.

"I told you that you can't fulfill my wish!" I snapped, pulling back my hand hard. "And on top of that, you swore to me. Meena Chachi is much better than you; she agreed quickly and helped me."

The feeling of wanting to beat her sister-in-law immediately removed the fear. "What?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening. "Meena also did it in her gaand?"

"Yes," I confirmed, letting the lie out easily. "Many times. That's why I know how to do it without hurting you too much."

"I've heard it hurts a lot, even more than losing your virginity," Seema Chachi whispered, rubbing the lower part of her back.

"What, Auntie? You're asking childish questions," I scolded, rolling my eyes. "You know it only hurts the first time, and only if you rush it. After that, it feels amazing."

Seema Chachi thought for a long moment, the strong desire to experience everything Meena had won out. "Okay, I'm ready," she gave in, her voice shaking slightly. "But you'll do it slowly, right? You won't be rough like you were at the end of the first round?"

"You're my Chachi. How can I hurt you?" I comforted her, my voice becoming gentle. "I will try my best to give you less pain and more pleasure."

"And one more thing," Seema Chachi insisted, needing to be sure. "Did Meena really do it in her gaand?"

"Don't you trust me, Chachi?" I asked, pretending to be offended.

"I was just asking," Seema Chachi quickly said, moving her hands.

"You can ask Meena Chachi yourself when she comes back," I suggested casually.

"Okay," Seema Chachi said, accepting the dare.

"I'm coming back too," I announced, starting to get off the bed.

Seema Chachi grabbed my arm again, her grip tight. "Where are you going, Avi? Don't leave me waiting."

"I'm going to make arrangements so you don't feel much pain," I explained, pulling free.

"Tell me where you're going!" Seema Chachi demanded, her eyes wide.

"To get oil," I said, heading for the bathroom.

"Why oil? What for?" Seema Chachi asked, having no idea about the technique.

"The oil will lessen the pain greatly, Chachi," I explained, giving her the only detail she needed.

"Go," Seema Chachi urged, pushing me toward the door. "And come back quickly."

"I'll be back in a second," I promised, leaving the room to get the needed oil, already looking forward to the new challenge.

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## Update 84: The Dual Penetration and Oil play (Avi and Seema Chachi)

I quickly returned from the kitchen, the small bottle of oil held tight in my hand. I put the oil on the table next to the bed and sat down near Seema Chachi. I knew I had to make her hot with desire first, especially since the task ahead was new and could hurt her. If Seema Chachi was hot with desire, she would help me while I fucked her gaand.

I started by sucking her lips, and Seema Chachi immediately responded, sucking mine back with strong desire. As we kissed, I started to rub her chooť over her saree. Rubbing her chooť with my hand made the excitement rush through her, causing her to push harder into my kiss and suck more strongly. We had little time, so I stopped the kiss. I made Seema Chachi stand up and, with fast hands, took off all her clothes. As I was taking off her clothes, she also started to quickly take off mine. This teamwork was great; it saved important time.

I laid Seema Chachi back down. I came on top of her immediately and started to lick her chooť, and she started to suck my lunď. This mutual foreplay, though intense, was quickly stopped—we needed to focus on the main goal.

Then, I pushed my lunď into her chooť and started to fuck her chooť with slow, steady thrusts. While fucking her chooť, I put oil on my finger and started to gently massage her gaand hole. Then, slowly, carefully, I put my finger into her gaand. The finger slid in surprisingly easily. I did not want to give her too much pain, focusing on her pleasure and cooperation. Seema Chachi instantly started to enjoy this two-sided sex, moaning as I stimulated both openings. Seeing her enjoyment, I pushed my second finger into her gaand as well. This time, a slight, sharp scream came out of her mouth, instantly muffled by her own hand. Seema Chachi could not stand this dual attack for long, and her chooť quickly released its water, pouring onto the bed.

As soon as water came out of her chooť, I took my lunď out, knowing she was now totally aroused and wet. I made Seema Chachi turn over onto her hands and knees—the position of giving up. Seema Chachi understood what was going to happen now. I still had a clear hour left.

I poured a generous amount of oil directly onto my lunď. Then I started to spread the oil completely over her gaand and lightly on her lower back. Her whole back started to shine like gold with this oil. I had an idea: *What if we applied oil to her whole body? How would that look?* I had never seen this, and I thought of trying it with Seema Chachi.

"Chachi, can I put oil on your whole body?" I asked, my voice soft.

Seema Chachi hesitated at first, her eyes wide. "Okay," she finally agreed, but then she added, "But the oil applying and the gaand sex should happen in the bathroom. I don't want to make a mess in the room."

"Okay, Chachi," I agreed, my heart racing.

Then we moved to the bathroom. I started to apply the oil to her whole body. This was the first time I was seeing a woman's entire body covered in oil, and I was stunned. Her skin, already fair, caught the light and shone like pure gold under my hands. The sight was magnificent, something I could stare at forever. The oil made every curve of Seema Chachi's body stand out, making her look softer, fuller, and incredibly beautiful.

My hands slid over her, feeling the difference the oil made. I played with her gaand, pressing it gently. The oily skin was slick and warm, the flesh yielding easily under my touch, then slipping away as my hand moved. I spent extra time pressing her boobs. They were soft and round, feeling like oily, warm cushions in my hands. With the oil, they were so slippery that they moved and shook easily, feeling like they would slip right out of my palms. It was a new kind of fun, feeling the flesh slide and shift with such little effort.

Then, Seema Chachi took the oil and started to apply it to my body. Her hands were slow and careful, moving over my chest, my stomach, and then down to my gaand, massaging it gently. She played with my lunď, which was already standing hard, fully coated in oil. The oil made it feel intensely hot and ready. We hugged, enjoying the strong, warm feeling of our oily bodies pressing together. We slid against each other, the slippery oil making it feel both close and strange, building the heat quickly.

Then I inserted my finger into her chooť and another finger into her gaand at the same time. She gasped, her body twitching from the dual feeling. After a few moments of this intense play, the gaand fuck began.

I positioned my lunď precisely on her gaand hole and gave a gentle push; the head of my lunď slipped inside. A sharp, strained scream escaped her mouth, but the sound was much less than I thought it would be. I started to put pressure on my lunď slowly, inch by painful inch, just enough pressure that the lunď would move a little forward.

Then I gave a second, firm push; four inches of my lunď went deep inside. Seema Chachi screamed again, louder this time. Immediately, I quickly put my finger into her chooť and started to fuck her chooť hard with my finger. Seema Chachi's pain started to become less as the counter-feeling in her chooť started to work.

I was fucking her gaand with half of my lunď. At the same time, I increased the speed and depth of my finger in her chooť. As soon as I felt that Seema Chachi was about to release water again, I gave a final, hard thrust, pushing my lunď as deep as I could. My final push and her release of water happened at the same time. This combination of extreme pleasure and sudden pain lessened her agony; she felt both pain and strong pleasure at the exact same moment. It happened exactly as I thought it would. Seema Chachi felt much less pain than Meena Chachi had during her first time.

I stopped moving in the deep, full position and kept using my finger in her chooť until she was completely calm. After five minutes, Seema Chachi looked clearly relieved, the tension leaving her body. I started to move my lunď slowly. She was clearly still in some pain, but she was fine now and ready to continue. I quickly increased my speed. After a short while, Seema Chachi started to have fun, curving her back and helping my thrusts.

I had sex with Seema Chachi twice last night, so I could tell her energy was going down, feeling her pull away from my side. I started to put the rest of the oil directly onto my lunď. As my lunď came out a little with each pull back, I would quickly put more oil on it. Because of this continuous oil, my lunď was going into her gaand easily and smoothly. She was not feeling any significant pain because my lunď was moving so smoothly, and she started to fully support me in return. With my every push, Seema Chachi would move her gaand back strongly, which made my lunď go into her gaand with more force and fun. I fucked my aunt's gaand for a full twenty minutes like this.

I released my semen into her chooť, as Meena Chachi had specifically told me. I fell onto her back, completely exhausted. Seema Chachi and I were both breathing heavily, sweat covering our bodies. After a while, I took my lunď out of her chooť. I gently asked Seema Chachi how it felt to get her gaand fucked for the first time. Seema Chachi turned her head and said that I gave her much less pain than she thought I would, and that it was a lot of fun. She kissed my head, her eyes full of thanks.

Seema Chachi cleaned my lunď with her tongue. "I never knew we could get this much pleasure from the gaand.." she explained, her voice full of wonder. She expressed her happiness by sucking my balls and cleaning them carefully.

Then, Seema Chachi started to bathe me. While bathing, I observed her hanging, papaya-like breasts and played with them, gently squeezing them as the water ran over our oily bodies. Seema Chachi clearly liked this, and she playfully hit my shoulder, a bright smile on her face. Finally, I left Chachi to take a bath herself.

Then I quickly got dressed and went back to my room and slept, totally drained. I slept for three hours and did not even realize when Meena Chachi and Suman Chachi came back to the house.

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## Update 85: The Strategist's Pride

I was deep in sleep when I felt a gentle shake. Meena chachi was leaning over me. "Avi, wake up," Meena chachi commanded softly. "It's time to eat."

I groaned, pulling the blanket higher. "Let me sleep for a while longer, chachi."

Meena chachi's tone sharpened. "Are you going to wake up right now, or should I pour the water on you?"

"Wait, wait!" I surrendered, sitting up abruptly. "I'm waking up, I'm up."

Meena chachi sat beside me, her expression shifting to conspiratorial excitement. "Now tell me, did you have as much fun with didi as you promised you would?"

"Yes," I confirmed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Where did you put your fluid, in the end?" Meena chachi asked, checking for adherence to the plan.

"In her chooť, just as you instructed," I replied.

Meena chachi beamed with satisfaction. "Didi was just telling me how much explosive fun you gave her. You made didi very, very happy."

I swung my legs off the bed, stretching. "It would have been impossible to do this without your brilliant planning, chachi."

"Don't praise me too much, or I'll charge you extra," Meena chachi joked, rising to her feet. "Wake up and eat your food. You have to be ready to do it again at night as well."

"Your wish is my command," I promised with a grin.

We both started to laugh, the easy camaraderie settling between us. 

Later that night, seem chachi moved quickly to the bedroom, the unspoken urgency heavy in the air. For the first session, Seema Chachi took charge, climbing onto me and sitting on my hips. She guided my lunď into her chooť herself and started to ride. She set a hard, demanding pace, her body bouncing and grinding down, her own desire clearly in control. I grabbed her hips, helping her movements, watching her face twist with pleasure as she rode me hard until her body shook with climax.

After a short rest, the fire was back. For the second session, Seema Chachi turned over and pushed her hips up, signaling the doggy position. "I want my gaand fucked again," she whispered, her voice rough with raw need, shocking me with her focus on it. 

She loved the tight, intense feeling it gave her. I positioned myself behind her and pushed my lunď into her gaand again. She arched her back, helping my thrusts with every strong push of her hips. Her hands gripped the pillows, pulling her body back against me to take me deeper. We continued like this for a long time, the rhythm deep and brutal, until I released my semen into her chooť as Meena Chachi had instructed.

She was utterly exhausted afterward, collapsing onto the bed, her muscles trembling. I realized I had sex with Seema Chachi five times in the last twenty-four hours, including the afternoon session, and fucked her gaand twice. The thought left me drained but satisfied.

*

Next day: Just like every day, I woke up in the morning and immediately started to work out. Today, Meena chachi brought the milk herself.

I took the glass from her, noticing the absence of the usual person. "Where is Seema chachi today?"

Meena chachi shrugged, a smug smile playing on her lips. "She's still sleeping."

"Still?" I asked, shocked at her lack of energy.

"You didn't leave her capable of doing anything but sleep," Meena chachi stated, leaning against the doorframe.

I frowned, thinking of her initial refusal to let me be rough. "You only told me to do it twice at night. You didn't tell me to push her to exhaustion."

"I told you to do it at night," Meena chachi countered, her voice laced with amusement, "but what about fucking her ganď during the day without telling me you'd do that?"

"That was..." I stammered, caught in the act.

"Now say it, Avi. What was the reason?" Meena chachi prompted, tapping her foot.

"I had fucked your ganď as well, chachi," I explained, finding my justification. "That's why I felt I had to fuck Seema chachi's too."

Meena chachi looked genuinely confused. "I don't understand the logic behind that necessity."

"If I had only fucked your ganď and not Seema chachi's," I explained, leaning in, "she would have eventually felt that I love you more and love her less. That I'm holding back from her."

Meena chachi pondered my analysis of female psychology. "Why would she think something like that, over just one position?"

"In sex, one woman gets desperately jealous of another woman's experiences," I stated with false authority.

Meena chachi laughed, finally revealing her insight. "I know all this, Avi. That's exactly why I agreed to let you fuck her ganď—I wanted her to be fully satisfied."

"Meaning you had thought of this necessity before I even asked you about it?" I asked, impressed by her foresight.

"Yes," Meena chachi confirmed, puffing out her chest slightly. "I know what to do, when to do it, and how to do it in this house. What, do you think I'm illiterate? I have a B.A. degree. I also have a little bit of a brain that I use to manage this family." *(Meena chachi had studied until the 12th before marriage, but after marriage, chachi did her graduation from an open university.)*

"I have to agree with you, chachi, you are a master strategist," I conceded. "But at first, you were refusing me so fiercely."

"So, would I let you fuck didi's ganď that easily, on the first request?" Meena chachi teased, a knowing glint in her eyes. "That wouldn't be fun for either of us."

"That's true," I admitted, remembering the struggle to convince her. "You also gave yours with difficulty and a lot of drama."

"What you get with difficulty, you have more fun with," Meena chachi recited, like a sacred mantra.

"You wanted to give me more fun by making me beg you for it?" I asked, grinning.

"Yes," Meena chachi affirmed, her expression triumphant. "Now you know I'm the real challenge."

And our conversation continued like this, with Meena chachi enjoying her role as the mastermind. At night, I continued the rigorous schedule, fucking Seema chachi's chooť and ganď again. I had been having sex with Seema chachi for three days now, and the thought nagged at me: *I don't know when Meena chachi will finally prepare Suman chachi, Suman chachi, for my turn.*

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## Update 86: The Midnight Appointment (Avi and Meena Chachi)

Next day: I woke up in the morning and started to work out, keeping my routine. After doing all the morning work, I sat down to study. My Chacha had already gone to the fields in the morning. In the afternoon, Suman Chachi left the house to go to Neeta Bua's place. In the afternoon, Meena Chachi came into my room.

"Are you studying, Avi?" Meena Chachi asked, glancing at my open book.

"Yes, Chachi," I replied, my pen paused in my hand.

"Stop studying for a while," Meena Chachi instructed, walking closer to the bed.

As soon as I heard the instruction to stop, my mind immediately jumped to one conclusion. I slammed my book shut, held my Chachi's waist, and started to kiss her lips aggressively. Meena Chachi immediately pushed me away, her face stern. "Do you only think about sex all the time? Learn to control yourself, Avi," she snapped, moving her shoulders.

"Sorry, Chachi," I mumbled, pulling my hands back and looking down.

Meena Chachi sat down on the edge of the bed. "I came here to talk to you about the schedule, not to have sex," she clarified.

I lowered my head, feeling foolish for my lack of control.

"Now listen to me carefully," Meena Chachi began, her tone serious. "Tonight, you will only have sex with Seema Didi once, not the usual two sessions."

"Yes," I acknowledged, nodding slowly.

"Aren't you going to ask why I'm cutting your time short?" Meena Chachi challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"Tell me the reason," I prompted, looking up at her.

Meena Chachi's eyes sparkled with triumph. "Tonight, you have to have sex with Suman Didi."

I became instantly happy, my disappointment melting away. "What, really? The plan is moving forward?" I asked, leaning in.

"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed with a small, satisfied nod. "You have to have sex with Suman Didi."

"When?" I asked, looking toward the window. "After Seema Chachi leaves my room?"

"Not then," Meena Chachi whispered, checking the closed door quickly. "At 4:30 a.m. exactly."

"So early in the morning?" I complained, shocked by the timing.

"Yes, you have to have sex with Suman Chachi in the pre-dawn hours," Meena Chachi insisted, leaning forward.

"But how will I wake up so early, especially after a long night of study and sex with Seema Chachi?" I asked, worried about missing the time.

"I'll handle that problem," Meena Chachi assured me, patting my arm. "I'll be the one to wake you up in the morning, quietly."

"But my sleep won't be complete if I do it so early, I'll be tired," I argued, rubbing my eyes.

"You can sleep for a couple of hours in the evening, which will make your sleep complete and give you energy for the act," Meena Chachi suggested practically.

"Okay," I agreed, accepting the idea.

"And yes," Meena Chachi added, her voice dropping to a serious, crucial warning. "While you're having sex with Suman Didi, you won't kiss her, and you won't suck her breasts. Yes, you can press them hard with your hands—that's acceptable."

"Why all these restrictions?" I asked, feeling confined and frustrated.

"Because if Didi recognizes you through your unique techniques, there will be an immediate mess, and the whole plan will be ruined," Meena Chachi stressed, her eyes fixed on mine.

"She will recognize me during sex anyway, by my body and my size," I argued, gesturing with my hands.

"She won't recognize you because it will be absolutely dark in the room during the sex," Meena Chachi explained, revealing the cover. "And you won't say anything, not a single word, while you're having sex. Do not say anything even if Didi asks you a direct question."

"What kind of sex is this?" I asked, feeling disappointed by the limitations.

"Once Didi becomes a mother and our primary goal is complete, you can do it properly with her, whenever you want," Meena Chachi promised, offering a future reward. "And yes, you only have to have sex once, Avi."

"Only once?" I protested, seeing my passion further cut.

"If you attempt a second time, you'll definitely get caught," Meena Chachi warned. "To make your lunď hard again, it will have to be sucked or stimulated, which we can't risk doing at that hour in her room."

I was sad, seeing all the fun stripped away. "Is there anything else left to ruin?" I muttered, sinking into the mattress.

Meena Chachi winced slightly. "And yes, you can't fuck Didi's gaand at all, not even with a finger."

"Then what pleasure is left for me?" I cried out in disappointment, throwing my hands up.

"You can lick her chooť to get yourself going," Meena Chachi compromised, offering a small bit of freedom.

"I don't like to have sex with so many rules," I muttered, shaking my head. "But I trust you must have thought of something good to justify this."

"Look, you can fuck Didi's gaand after she successfully becomes a mother," Meena Chachi repeated, giving me a future incentive. "And then you can have sex however you want with her. Just do exactly as I say this time. Next time, I will personally let you fuck Didi's gaand myself, without any excuses."

"Okay," I finally relented, giving a defeated sigh.

"And yes, don't tell Seema Didi anything about this change in the schedule," Meena Chachi concluded, her voice low.

"Yes, I understood the secrecy," I acknowledged, nodding firmly.

Then Chachi left the room. I started to think about what was going on in her mind. *What did she want to achieve with all these strange restrictions?* I couldn't understand anything. Then I decided that whatever Meena Chachi did, she would do it right, and I simply needed to follow her instructions.

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## Update 87: The Secrecy Pact (Avi, Meena Chachi, and Seema Chachi)

After a while, Meena Chachi came to my room again. Seema Chachi also came with her.

"Avi," Meena Chachi said, her voice clear.

"Yes, Chachi," I replied, looking up from my studies.

"Put your books aside and listen to me," Meena Chachi instructed.

Meena Chachi winked at me quickly. I understood that she wanted to talk in front of Seema Chachi, and I had to support her act.

"Seema Didi, from today, you will only have sex with Avi once," Meena Chachi stated, her voice firm, staring at her sister-in-law.

"No, I'm going to do it twice," Seema Chachi protested immediately, shaking her head.

"No, Didi. From today, you will only have sex once," Meena Chachi insisted, standing firm.

"Why?" Seema Chachi demanded, frowning deeply at the change.

"Because it's important for Avi to study," Meena Chachi explained, making a serious face. "He gets tired after having sex. Then he can't study."

*I was shocked to hear this weak excuse.*

"But what will happen with just one time?" Seema Chachi questioned, looking disappointed, her shoulders dropping slightly.

"Everything will be fine. Trust me," Meena Chachi promised, nodding confidently.

"But still," Seema Chachi argued, shifting her weight nervously on her feet.

"Do you want Avi to fail?" Meena Chachi challenged, her voice raising sharply. "If so, you can have sex twice."

"Why would I want that?" Seema Chachi said, her voice sounding hurt by the question.

"Then why are you being stubborn?" Meena Chachi countered, her voice sharp.

"I'm not being stubborn. Okay, I'll only do it once," Seema Chachi surrendered with a heavy sigh, defeated by the logic.

"Don't feel bad. We have to think about Avi as well," Meena Chachi said softly, placing a hand on her sister-in-law's shoulder.

"Okay. I will only have sex with Avi once," Seema Chachi confirmed, nodding slowly.

"That's more like it," Meena Chachi said, giving a look of satisfaction.

"It's done now, right? Can I leave? I'm feeling sleepy," Seema Chachi asked, moving toward the door.

"Wait. You have to do something else as well," Meena Chachi commanded, holding her back gently.

"What do I have to do now?" Seema Chachi asked, turning back with tired eyes.

"You have to do one more thing," Meena Chachi repeated, leaning closer to whisper.

"Tell me what I have to do," Seema Chachi urged, stepping near.

"If Suman Didi asks you who you're having sex with, you just tell her that you haven't seen him, and say that you do it in the dark, so you can't see his face," Meena Chachi instructed, her voice low and careful.

"Why this drama?" Seema Chachi whispered, confusion clear on her face.

"You know that Suman Didi will never agree to have sex with Avi," Meena Chachi explained, her eyes serious. "But there's a way. Whenever Avi has sex with Suman Didi, it will be dark in the room. This way, Suman Didi won't find out who she's having sex with."

"But Didi will find out one day or another," Seema Chachi pointed out, shaking her head slowly.

"I will tell Didi about Avi before she finds out," Meena Chachi stated, her voice firm with resolve.

"Look, you're doing something wrong. I can't do this," Seema Chachi insisted, pulling her hands away, stepping back.

"It's not wrong. If anything happens, I will take all the blame on myself. Is that fine now?" Meena Chachi countered, her gaze unwavering.

"Don't involve me. You don't know anything about Suman Didi," Seema Chachi said nervously, glancing toward the door, her eyes wide.

"I told you that your name won't be taken. Just if Didi ever asks, don't tell her about Avi," Meena Chachi repeated the core rule, her finger held up in warning.

"Okay. I won't tell Didi about Avi," Seema Chachi agreed, letting out a defeated breath.

Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi kept talking for a while, their voices low and muffled. After that, Seema Chachi left the room, looking very troubled.

"What was all that, Chachi?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, turning to Meena Chachi.

"Don't think too much. Just trust me; I'll make everything right," Meena Chachi assured me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"But," I started to protest, still confused by the trickery.

"Forget about 'but'. Don't tell Seema Didi that you're going to have sex with Suman Didi in the morning," Meena Chachi commanded, cutting me off, her eyes fixed on mine.

"Why?" I asked, needing to know the secrecy behind the secrecy.

"She wants to have sex with you twice. You saw how I convinced her," Meena Chachi explained, rolling her eyes playfully. "If Seema Didi finds out that you're only having sex with her once so you can have sex with Suman Didi, she'll never agree."

"I understood. Where do you get these ideas?" I asked, truly impressed by her detailed deception.

"You have to use your brain for these kinds of ideas. You don't have to think about sex all the time," Meena Chachi teased, tapping my head lightly. "If you don't have sex one day, you get to have sex for ten days after that."

"Sorry, Chachi," I said, giving her a grateful smile for the complicated plan.

Then Meena Chachi also left, and I started to study, my mind racing with thoughts of the midnight appointment.

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## Update 88: The Labyrinth of Lies

In the depths of the night, Meena chachi quietly entered Suman chachi's room.

"Didi, are you awake? Are you ready?" Meena chachi whispered, shaking her sister gently.

Suman chachi stirred in the darkness. "Ready for what, Meena? I was sleeping soundly."

"To finally become a mother," Meena chachi stated simply.

Suman chachi sat up slightly, the sleepiness instantly gone. "Yes, I am."

"Then you have to have sex with that boy today," Meena chachi announced, dropping the bombshell.

"What, today?" Suman chachi gasped, her voice tight with surprise.

"Why? What happened? Are you having second thoughts?" Meena chachi asked, feigning surprise.

"Suddenly, how can I... have you at least done it with that boy first?" Suman chachi asked, needing reassurance of its safety.

"Yes, I've been having sex with that boy for an entire week now," Meena chachi lied, exaggerating the timeline for confidence.

"For a week? Where, how, when?" Suman chachi demanded, her voice rising in astonishment. "You could have told me all this!"

"In this house, didi," Meena chachi explained, keeping the lie going. "After you all went to sleep, I used to sneak out and have sex with that boy."

"What, in this house?" Suman chachi pressed, her eyes wide with shock in the dim light.

"Yes," Meena chachi insisted.

"What if Avi's Chacha found out what you were doing?" Suman chachi worried, gripping the blanket.

"I would put him to sleep with a sleeping pill," Meena chachi fabricated, detailing a complex scheme. "Then I would have sex with that boy, with no risk."

"But still..." Suman chachi stammered. "What if Avi himself saw you or heard you?"

*(Internal thought of Meena chachi: I was having sex with Avi himself, of course.)* Meena chachi smiled faintly. "I used to do everything after checking thoroughly. I am not careless, didi."

"But," Suman chachi started to argue.

"You're getting worried for no reason, didi," Meena chachi soothed, laying another lie. "I used to have sex at 4:30 a.m. when everyone was in a deep sleep, ensuring maximum safety." *(This was the lie that became the truth for Suman chachi's own session.)*

"Okay," Suman chachi relented, accepting the lie. "Will my sex also be here, in the house?"

"Yes, your sex will also be in the house," Meena chachi confirmed. "If you do it outside and someone sees you going out, there can be huge trouble and gossip."

"Okay," Suman chachi agreed. "But you told me that after you had your turn, Seema would have sex with that boy next."

"Seema didi has already had sex with that boy, multiple times," Meena chachi announced casually.

"What? She did?" Suman chachi exclaimed, utterly surprised by her Meena's stealth.

"Yes. Seema didi is done with her part," Meena chachi confirmed, letting the lie build confidence. "Only you are left now."

"How can I..." Suman chachi whispered, pulling the blanket to her chest. "I can't do it with a stranger... I'll be too shy."

"I have a solution for that as well," Meena chachi said, leaning in.

"Tell me what the solution is, quickly," Suman chachi urged.

"Where I had sex, you will have sex there as well," Meena chachi revealed. "I had sex in the storeroom—the old room where Avi's grandpa used to live. And you know it's pitch dark in the storeroom. He won't be able to see you, and you won't be able to see him."

"Then it's fine," Suman chachi said, the darkness offering the necessary shield of anonymity.

"And you won't talk to him at all," Meena chachi warned.

"Why the silence?" Suman chachi asked, puzzled.

"Because I haven't told that boy that he will have sex with someone else tonight," Meena chachi explained, spinning the web of deceit tighter. "He will think that he is having sex with me, that you are me."

"What if he finds out it's me instead of you?" Suman chachi worried aloud.

"If he didn't find out when he was with Seema didi, how will he find out now when he thinks he's with me?" Meena chachi countered, using Seema chachi's success as evidence.

"Okay," Suman chachi conceded. "But who exactly is that boy, Meena? I need to know."

"I can't tell you that, didi," Meena chachi said, shaking her head.

"But why can't you tell me?" Suman chachi pleaded.

"Because that boy made me promise that no one should know about this arrangement," Meena chachi insisted, shifting the blame to the fictitious boy. "If someone finds out, he can be in trouble, and then where will we find another boy with his power?"

"But you can tell me, your sister," Suman chachi pressed, her voice soft and persuasive.

"If I tell you, I will have to tell Seema didi as well, and the secret will get out," Meena chachi deflected.

"Okay, don't tell me," Suman chachi sighed, defeated by the secrecy. "So I have to have sex with that boy tonight?"

"Not tonight, didi," Meena chachi clarified again, emphasizing the timing. "At 4:30 a.m. when the house is quiet."

"It's the same thing," Suman chachi grumbled.

"As you think," Meena chachi replied, smiling.

"Meena, tell me something about that boy," Suman chachi requested, her eyes shining with curiosity.

"What should I tell you?" Meena chachi asked, playing innocent.

"That... about his performance," Suman chachi finished, blushing even in the dark.

"What 'that', didi?" Meena chachi teased. "You understand perfectly, but you're pretending to be a stranger."

"Then you will see all that during the sex itself," Meena chachi finally said. *(Internal thought of Meena chachi: How will she see anything? The sex will be in the total dark!)*

"Okay. I'll see then," Suman chachi agreed, deciding to trust Meena. "Come on, I'm going to sleep now so I can wake up early in the morning."

Suman chachi lay back down in her bed to sleep. Meena chachi stood for a moment, looking at Meena. *What should I do? I had to put on so much drama to convince you, didi. And I had to lie so many times. Forgive me for this deception. If everything goes well, it will be good for the whole family. Otherwise, if the truth comes out, I'm utterly doomed.* Meena chachi left Suman chachi's room, heading to her own to set her alarm for 4:00 a.m.

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## Update 89: The Forbidden Touch (Avi, Meena Chachi, and Suman Chachi)

After Meena Chachi left my room, I immediately fell asleep. Before closing my eyes, I kept the room door slightly ajar, as instructed during dinner. I was thinking only of Suman Chachi so deeply that I didn't even realize when the time passed, when Seema Chachi came to the room, or when I quickly had sex with her once. I was entirely preoccupied with the upcoming secret rendezvous. After having sex with Seema Chachi, she left, and I went to sleep, my thoughts still consumed by Suman Chachi. The room door remained open.

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4:00 a.m.

Meena Chachi shook Suman Chachi awake in the darkness of their room. "Didi, wake up. It's morning now," she whispered, her voice low.

Suman Chachi groaned, pulling the sheet over her face. "What time is it, Meena?" she mumbled into the fabric.

"It's 4:00 a.m. exactly," Meena Chachi urged, giving her sister a firmer shake.

"Let me sleep for a while longer," Suman Chachi complained, burrowing into the sheets. "Why are you disturbing my sleep so early in the morning?"

"Have you forgotten that you have to have sex today, to become a mother?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice sharp with reminder.

As soon as she heard the word "sex," Suman Chachi woke up completely, her body tense with anticipation.

Meena Chachi stood up. "You get fresh in fifteen minutes. Until then, I'll go and check if that boy has arrived and is ready."

Suman Chachi immediately threw off her blanket, her feet touching the cool floor. "You go, Meena. I'll get fresh and come quickly."

Meena Chachi came to my room, moving with silent efficiency, and shook me awake. "Avi, wake up now. Clean your face with the water kept in your room. And do not, under any circumstance, come out of the room until I tell you," she instructed in a fierce whisper.

"Yes, Chachi," I confirmed, my voice thick with sleep, my heart pounding with adrenaline. The cold water on my face instantly cleared my head.

After saying this, Meena Chachi left my room.

Meena Chachi returned to Suman Chachi's room. "Didi, are you ready? Time is short," she whispered anxiously.

"Yes, I am," Suman Chachi whispered back, her voice nervous. "Has he come to the house yet?"

"Yes, he's standing outside the storeroom," Meena Chachi lied, keeping the deception intact. "Come with me now."

Meena Chachi took Suman Chachi to the storeroom, moving through the sleeping house like a shadow.

Meena Chachi instructed Suman Chachi outside the door. "Didi, go inside, take off all your clothes, and lie down on the bed. You must be completely ready."

Suman Chachi took off her clothes quickly and lay down on the old, soft bed inside the pitch-black room.

Meena Chachi paused at the door. "You wait here. I'll go and get that boy. And yes, remember, I'll also be in the room, pretending to be nearby so that when he wants to say something, I will talk to him. You just stay quiet. This will make him feel that I'm the one on the bed, not you."

"Okay," Suman Chachi agreed, the nervousness palpable in her voice. "Now hurry up, Meena, or everyone will wake up soon."

Meena Chachi came back to my room. "Avi, take off your clothes right now and follow me," she commanded, her eyes burning with intensity.

I quickly took off my clothes and went naked behind Meena Chachi. She stopped near the storeroom door.

"You come in after exactly two minutes. Close the room door silently. You know where the bed is, right? Just come near the bed and start your work immediately. No talking, remember."

After saying this, Meena Chachi went inside the room. After two minutes, I went inside. I went inside and closed the door with the softest click possible. I walked slowly and carefully in the absolute blackness and came near the bed. I started to search for Suman Chachi on the bed with my hands. The dark was impossibly thick in the room. But after trying a little bit, my hand found Suman Chachi's smooth legs.

As soon as my hand touched her, her body started to tremble violently under my fingers. I moved my hand up toward her chooť. I placed my hand on her chooť. Her chooť was already completely hot and wet with anticipation. Unlike Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi, who kept themselves totally clean, Suman Chachi had a full bush of hair like a thick, dark cloud. The hair felt soft and coarse against my fingers, a new, exciting texture. I didn't care about the hair; I quickly found the chooť's soft lips and started to rub her with my hand. Suman Chachi started to take suppressed moans, a faint whimper escaping her lips. I could hear Meena Chachi's quiet breathing nearby, a silent guard in the deep dark.

I knew the rules: during sex with Suman Chachi, I wasn't supposed to kiss, suck her breasts, or fuck her gaand. I just had to do whatever I had to do with her chooť. It felt like I was having sex only with her chooť, without involving the rest of her body. Meena Chachi had given me permission to *play* with her chooť as much as I needed. For a while, I kept rubbing her chooť, feeling the heat of her desire increase under my palm.

Then I lowered my head and started to kiss her chooť. The simple act of kissing made Suman Chachi get even more hot and restless. The heat in her chooť was intense and felt burning hot against my lips. I had to perform the sex in a way that Suman Chachi wouldn't find out who I was, and the second problem was the severe time limit. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my lunď felt thick and ready.

For a while, I kept kissing her chooť, using my hands to find and memorize the shape of her most private part. I couldn't see her chooť in the total dark, but I could tell exactly how it was by the wetness and shape under my hands. Meena Chachi had made Suman Chachi lie on the bed in such a position that I could easily lick her chooť and then fuck her chooť in one swift motion.

I kept kissing her chooť for a good while. Then I started to lick her chooť with my tongue. After kissing her chooť for so long, she had released her water a second time. Licking her chooť made her water go into my mouth. Suman Chachi's water was salty and deeply intoxicating. Licking her chooť water made me feel intoxicated and immensely powerful. After licking her chooť for a while, she released her water again, completely saturated. Meena Chachi, who was standing nearby, silently held my head, giving me the signal. I understood that she wanted me to start the penetration now, especially since it was going to be morning soon.

I put my spit on my lunď for lubrication and placed my lunď on her chooť. After a short while of rubbing my lunď on her chooť entrance, Suman Chachi came fully into the mood, her hips moving subconsciously. I gave a controlled thrust, and three inches of my lunď went into her chooť. A sharp, suppressed scream came out of her mouth, quickly swallowed back. I knew she hadn't had sex for many, many years, perhaps not since my uncle stopped seeing her, unlike Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi.

To lessen her pain, I placed my hands on her breasts and started to press them hard. Meena Chachi had told me not to suck her breasts, but had not forbidden pressing them. Her breasts felt heavy and full under my hands.

After a while, I gave a second, deeper thrust, and six inches of my lunď went inside. This time, she screamed loudly, but the sound disappeared abruptly in the middle, a strange choking sound. I instantly thought Meena Chachi must have put her hand on Suman Chachi's mouth or quickly kissed her to muffle the sound.

For a while, I kept my lunď in her chooť completely still and kept pressing her breasts relentlessly. Pressing her breasts gave Suman Chachi a little bit of relief and distraction. I started to move my lunď forward and backward slowly, increasing the rhythm. Before moving my lunď, I stopped pressing her breasts, concentrating on the motion. After a while, her initial pain lessened, replaced by a dull ache. When I felt that her pain had finally lessened, I gave a final, powerful thrust, and my lunď went deep into the depths of her chooť. Her chooť also started to put intense pressure on my lunď, gripping me tightly. If I had waited any longer for a slow approach, it would have taken too much time, and it would have been morning.

Without stopping, I took my lunď out slowly and put it in again quickly. This aggressive motion gave her both pain and escalating pleasure. After doing this ten or twelve times, Suman Chachi started to have fun, her body responding actively. Then I started to thrust with full force. First, I was thrusting slowly, then I started to thrust hard and deep. Suman Chachi first felt the pain of the thrusts in her chooť, then she started to have fun with every thrust, a low moan finally escaping her throat.

I was trying to have full fun despite the restrictions. As the speed of my thrusts increased, Suman Chachi started to lift her gaand up to meet me, moving her pelvis wildly. She was enjoying the sex with complete fun, her body becoming fluid and desperate beneath me. I fucked Suman Chachi's chooť for about thirty intense minutes. Then I released my semen deep into her chooť, completing the mission. The pressure in my groin released in a massive flood. In the meantime, she had released her water three separate times, the friction overpowering her pain. There was nothing subtle in this sex; I just had to put my lunď in her chooť and thrust until I was empty.

I was getting angry at Meena Chachi for making this a clinical act, but I knew whatever she did was to ensure Suman Chachi became happy and pregnant. And she had perfectly executed the plan to have sex in the dark like this. That's why I gave her maximum fun even in this restricted kind of sex.

After releasing my semen into her chooť, I was about to take my lunď out and fall on her chest in exhaustion, but Meena Chachi held me and told me to leave slowly, right now. I took my lunď out and slipped out of the storeroom. 

It was a good thing that my chacha was still soundly sleeping, completely unaware. Meena Chachi was still in the storeroom with Suman Chachi, Seema Chachi was dreaming about last night's sex, and my chacha was sleeping soundly after taking a sleeping pill. After coming out of the storeroom, I went to my room. I collapsed naked onto the bed and immediately went to sleep, the thrill of the forbidden encounter still coursing through me.

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## Update 90 A: Second day with suman chachi (Avi , Meena and Suman Chachi)

In the morning, the next day, Meena Chachi gently woke me up from my sleep.

Meena Chachi smiled faintly. "How was the sex with Suman Didi?" she whispered, her eyes searching mine.

"I had fun," I admitted, stretching my tired muscles, feeling the deep ache of the night. "Even though it was incomplete sex with all the rules."

"You keep having fun with Didi like this," Meena Chachi instructed, her eyes softening with approval.

"And what about with you?" I pressed, already missing her raw energy.

"With me," Meena Chachi replied, a sly look in her eyes, adjusting her sari. "When I say so. You must wait for my command."

"Okay," I agreed, already resigned to her control."Chachi, Suman Chachi has a full bush," I whispered to Meena Chachi, frowning a little. "It was completely different from you and Seema Chachi.

Meena Chachi laughed, a soft, amused sound. "Suman Didi is not interested so much in sex, Avi. She doesn't keep clean below like Seema and me. She has not paid attention to that part for many years," she explained, shaking her head lightly.

"Chachi, today, I want to try a different position with Suman Chachi," I said quickly, leaning forward on the bed. "Like fucking from behind."

Meena Chachi frowned, shaking her head. "Don't expect too much, Avi. I cannot tell Suman Didi to do something just as you wish," she warned, her voice low.

"Chachi, please," I begged, grabbing her wrist gently. "Ask her only once, and try to convince her in your way. She will agree, I know she will."

"Why not like the first time, from the front?" Meena Chachi asked, her expression questioning.

"I could grip her body and fuck her with a stronger grip from behind," I explained, my voice tight with desire. "If I fuck with more force, she might enjoy more, Chachi."

Meena Chachi sighed, relaxing her shoulders. "No problem. She won't expect that much from a stranger. She is only doing it for the baby," she said, trying to convince me to drop the idea.

"Chachi, you both enjoyed so much," I pressed, my voice soft but insistent. "Why can't my Suman Chachi also enjoy this?"

She looked at me for a long moment, then smiled, defeated. "You are too adamant, Avi," she chuckled. "And you know I can't guarantee anything, as Suman Chachi won't talk about sex with anyone. Anyway, I will try to convince her."

Later that evening, Meena Chachi went to talk to Suman Chachi.

"Didi, I need to tell you something that might scare you," Meena Chachi said, her voice serious, sitting next to her sister-in-law.

"What happened, Meena?" Suman Chachi asked, instantly worried, clutching the blanket.

"The boy found out he is doing sex with someone else," Meena Chachi announced, letting the lie land heavily.

Suman Chachi gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. "He found out? How?"

"He said he really liked it," Meena Chachi explained, quickly moving to soothe her fear. "But he mentioned the bushes, Didi. He asked me to tell you to clean it for next time."

Suman Chachi looked down, blushing deeply in the dim light. "But I never expected someone to put their mouth there, Meena. I was too shocked, but couldn't say anything," she whispered, confessing her surprise. "Did you also let him do the same to you?"

Meena Chachi smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. "Yes, Didi. I did. That is the quickest way to pleasure. The first time is surprising, but the pleasure you get from it is wonderful," she explained, her voice soft and tempting.

Suman Chachi sat still, her chest rising and falling quickly. She enjoyed the conversation but couldn't bring herself to admit she liked the strange new pleasure. "The boy is clever, Didi. And he likes you," Meena Chachi stressed. "But he is very sensitive to cleanliness. If you keep it clean, you will also get more pleasure from him," she pushed, using temptation as a tool.

Suman Chachi blushed, trying to conceal the happiness that flickered in her eyes. "Everything for the baby," she whispered, looking down at her hands. "If the boy wants it, I will keep it clean."

"Good," Meena Chachi said, relieved. "And Didi, for the sex today, he wants to try a different position. From behind. Are you okay with it?"

Suman Chachi immediately agreed. "I am okay with it," she confirmed, her voice surprisingly firm, perhaps eager to please the boy now that he had noticed her.

As usual, in the early morning, Meena Chachi went to Suman Chachi. She asked Suman Chachi to go inside the storeroom and bend in the doggy position on the old bed. Suman Chachi complied quickly, her breathing already shallow with nerves and anticipation.

Then Meena Chachi came to my room. I was already awake.

"Listen," Meena Chachi warned, holding my arm tightly. "If she screams or feels hurt, you should go slow immediately. Don't take too long, Avi."

I agreed happily. "Yes, Chachi, I agree. And Chachi, can I play with her breasts from behind?" I asked, hopeful.

Meena Chachi thought for a second, then nodded. "Okay. She is not facing you anyway, so it's not a problem. No sound, no words."

We both went toward the storeroom. She went and informed suman chachi about my arrival. After few minutes, I went inside and closed the door silently. I moved slowly to the bed, my lunď already hard and heavy in the total darkness. I reached out and found Suman Chachi's hips, feeling her already bent body.

I lifted her saree gently from behind. My fingers traced the curve of her waist down to her smooth skin. I was relieved to find that she had cleaned herself—her skin was smooth beneath my touch. Meena chachi must have prepared this also , clean choot , I thought, a thrill running through me.

I knelt down and lowered my mouth, starting to kiss and then lick her chooť. Her whole body shook with the first touch of my tongue. I licked with deep, hard pressure. She whimpered, pressing her chooť back against my face. The taste was sharp and intoxicating. I licked her until she was trembling, her wetness soaking my face.

Then I positioned my lunď at the entrance of her chooť. I pushed with a strong, single thrust, and my lunď was deep inside her. A sharp, muffled scream came from her, quickly choked back—Suman Chachi must have been holding her mouth tightly. Her chooť felt incredibly tight and warm around my lunď.

I immediately started pressing her breasts from behind, using my hands to squeeze them hard. The pain in her chooť slowly turned into pleasure as I started a fast, deep rhythm. The back of her legs felt strong against my waist. I used my full force, fucking her chooť hard and deep. Suman Chachi's hips were moving with mine now, faster and faster, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

The sound of my lunď slapping against her chooť and the bed was loud in the small, dark room, but Suman Chachi's muffled screams and deep moans were even louder.

I fucked Suman Chachi with everything I had. The tight grip of her chooť and the forbidden pleasure of the position was overwhelming. After several powerful minutes, I felt the familiar burn and released my semen deep into her chooť. The force of my climax left me weak, panting against her back.

I stayed still for a moment, then I slowly pulled my lunď out, covered in her wetness. I silently slipped out of the storeroom and ran back to my room, collapsing on the bed, my body exhausted but my mind reeling with the success of the new position.

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## Update 90 B: The Riding Demand (Avi , Meena and Suman Chachi)

Nextday, in my room , Meena Chachi smiled faintly. "How was the sex with Suman Didi?" she whispered, her eyes searching mine.

"It was amazing, Chachi," I admitted, stretching my tired muscles. "Fucking her from behind felt so much more powerful. I could grip her hips and go much deeper."

"She listened to your request," Meena Chachi observed, her eyes softening with approval. "Keep making the effort with Didi like this."

I said, my voice full of determination, setting the glass down. "Today is the third day. I want two new things from her."

Meena Chachi raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms lightly. "What are they, Avi? Don't expect too much."

"First, I want her to suck my lund, like you both do" I said, leaning closer, keeping my voice low. "And then, I want her to ride on top of me. I want Suman Chachi to ride my lunď."

Meena Chachi frowned, shaking her head immediately. "No, Avi. Absolutely no. That is too much. I can't ask Suman Didi to put your lunď in her mouth," she warned, her voice firm, glancing toward the door.

"Chachi, please," I begged, grabbing her hand. "Ask her only once. Tell her it will be a new pleasure for her. You know she will agree if you convince her. I need to feel her riding me, Chachi."

She looked at me for a long moment, then sighed, defeated by my intense plea. "You are too demanding, Avi. I cannot promise anything. I will talk to Suman Chachi," she said, getting up quickly before I could argue more, and walking toward the door.

Later that evening, after the family dinner, Meena Chachi waited until my uncle left the sitting room. She then pulled Suman Chachi aside near the kitchen door.

"Didi, the boy is very happy you cleaned yourself for him," Meena Chachi said, her back to the hall. "He said the second session was his best yet."

Suman Chachi blushed, but looked pleased. "Everything is for the baby, Meena," she insisted, though her eyes betrayed her growing excitement.

"Good. But the boy has two new wishes for the morning," Meena Chachi admitted, looking nervous.

"What now?" Suman Chachi asked, fear returning to her eyes.

"He wants you to play with his lunď in your mouth," Meena Chachi whispered, her gaze intense. "And then he wants you to sit on top of him and ride him."

Suman Chachi recoiled, shaking her head hard. "No, Meena! That is too dirty! I cannot do that. The mouth is too much. And riding him is too intimate. I won't do it!"

"Didi, I understand it is hard," Meena Chachi said, her voice soft and tempting, reaching out to rub her arm.

"But we cannot expect the boy to repeat the same thing every day like a machine. We also take his lunď and play with it; then it will become bigger. He also enjoys when someone sucks, and then he happily fucks. That is what we need, right?" Meena Chachi argued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "If he enjoys it, he might release more sperms, and that is what matters for the baby, Didi."

Suman Chachi finally gave in, her body relaxing with heavy defeat. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely a sound. "I will do it."

As usual, in the early morning, Meena Chachi came to my room. She warned me that Suman Chachi was very nervous and to be quick and gentle.

We both went toward the storeroom. Meena Chachi went inside first to position Suman Chachi. Suman Chachi was sitting on the bed, her legs slightly apart, looking terrified and tense.

After two minutes, I went inside and closed the door silently. I moved slowly to the bed. I reached out and found Suman Chachi sitting there, her body stiff.

I knelt before her, and she lifted her saree slightly. I took my hard lunď and, without touching her, moved it slowly over her smooth stomach, then across her inner thighs. The simple brush of my lunď over her skin made her gasp softly.

Then I moved my lunď up toward her face. She immediately closed her eyes tightly, tears pricking her lids. I gently touched my lunď to her lips. She opened her mouth slightly, hesitant and scared.

I inserted the tip of my lunď slowly into her mouth. I started with a slow, gentle thrust, trying to ease her into it. But the darkness and the fear were too much. I increased the pace, thrusting my lunď deeper into her mouth, feeling the slick heat and the wet tongue.

Suddenly, Suman Chachi started to cough violently, the sound sharp and muffled. She pulled her head back, shaking it wildly.

Meena Chachi, who was standing nearby, rushed forward. "Stop, She can't breathe!" Meena Chachi hissed quietly, quickly pulling my lunď out of Suman Chachi's mouth.

Meena Chachi helped Suman Chachi cough, rubbing her back. "It's okay,. It's okay. Let's try the riding now," Meena Chachi coached her.

I was breathing hard, my lunď aching from the sudden stop. Meena Chachi then physically helped Suman Chachi lift her body and guided my lunď to her chooť. Suman Chachi's chooť was already wet and ready, easily accepting my lunď.

Suman Chachi could not sit properly by herself. She was too nervous to find her balance. She immediately grabbed onto Meena Chachi's shoulders and waist for support, holding her tightly.

Meena Chachi held her steady.

With Meena Chachi's support, Suman Chachi started to jump and ride my lunď. She bounced up and down, clumsily at first, then found a fast, hard rhythm, using Meena Chachi for balance and control. The position was incredible. I lay back, watching her dark shape ride me, her hands gripping Meena Chachi tightly.

The rhythmic slap-slap-slap sound of her chooť on my hips filled the room. She rode with a fierce, demanding energy, her moans now muffled against Meena Chachi's neck. I pumped up hard against her every time she came down.

We continued this way for what felt like twenty minutes. My hips were on fire from the constant motion. The tight, pulsing sensation of her chooť around my lunď was overwhelming. I felt the familiar burn and released my semen with a powerful spasm deep inside her.

The moment I climaxed, Suman Chachi cried out and immediately collapsed onto Meena Chachi's chest, completely exhausted. She had ridden me until she was too weak to continue,  she had reached her own climax multiple times.

I stayed still for a moment, then I slowly pulled my lunď out, covered in her wetness. I silently slipped out of the storeroom and ran back to my room, my entire body trembling with exhaustion and intense pleasure.


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## Update 90 C: The Strategic Pause (Avi and Meena Chachi)

After these three days, it was Seema Chachi's turn to sleep with my uncle, following the rotation. Seema Chachi had been sleeping with my uncle for a week now. Meena Chachi then told Suman Chachi to sleep with my uncle for the next three days. In these three days, on the first night, I had sex with Suman Chachi once and with Meena Chachi once. On the second night, I had sex with Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi. And on the last night, I had sex with Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi.

Now for the next three days, it was Meena Chachi's turn to sleep with my uncle. In these three days, the same complex rotation happened as in the last three days. On the first night, I had sex with Meena Chachi once and with Suman Chachi once. On the second night, I had sex with Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi. And on the last night, I had sex with Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi.

Then it was Seema Chachi's turn again. For the next three days, it was her turn to sleep with my uncle. Then for the next three days, it was Suman Chachi's turn. Then for two days, it was Meena Chachi's turn. In this constant, exhausting way, all three of my Chachis were sleeping with my uncle one by one, ensuring a rotation, and they were all having sex with me according to Meena Chachi's intricate schedule.

A whole month passed by in this structured routine of studying and having sex. Then Meena Chachi came to my room in the afternoon. I immediately stopped writing and started to think about what new strategic move she wanted to make now that she had come to my room in the middle of the day.

Meena Chachi walked in and sat down, her expression serious and focused. "Avi, you've been having sex with us almost every day for a month now," she stated, looking me directly in the eye.

"Yes," I confirmed, my muscles tensing in anticipation of the conversation.

"Now we have to stop this sex, starting today," Meena Chachi declared, her voice final and sharp.

"But why?" I cried, my heart sinking in my chest. "Have you become a mother already?"

"I haven't gone to the doctor to check yet," Meena Chachi admitted, a hopeful look in her eyes. "But deep down, it feels like all three of us will become mothers soon."

"Then why are you stopping the sex if the mission isn't fully confirmed?" I pressed, disappointment clouding my face.

Meena Chachi leaned forward, her focus intense. "Because your important exam is in just two weeks. I don't want your exam to go bad because of fatigue. If you fail, Avi, I will never be able to forgive myself for letting you ruin your future."

"But I can manage both," I insisted, desperate to continue, leaning toward her.

"Just prepare for your exam now," Meena Chachi commanded, overriding my protest with a gesture. "Pass with flying colors, get good marks, and make our family name famous."

I was instantly sad, the prospect of a sex-free two weeks hitting me hard. I lowered my eyes. "Okay, I'll study. But after the exam is over, I won't listen to any excuses or rules."

"Okay, we'll see after the exam," Meena Chachi said, giving a new, powerful incentive. "If you come in the top ten students in the entire state, I will personally let you have sex with me and the others again."

"But the results will only come out three months after the exam," I protested, my face contorted in agony. "Will I truly have to wait until then to touch you all again?" The thought was torture.

Meena Chachi looked deeply hurt by my question, her eyes narrowing. "You can't do even this much for me, Avi? For our future?"

I instantly backed down, ashamed of my impatience. "Okay, I will wait. But it's a firm promise after the result, right?"

"Yes, I promise I will let you have sex with all of us," Meena Chachi vowed, confirming the deal with a nod. "But only after you get a rank and prove your competence."

"Okay," I agreed, the disappointment now replaced by a fierce determination. A knot tightened in my gut, mixing desire with academic pressure.

I immediately started to study, pushing thoughts of sex aside. For two weeks, I only studied—sometimes at home, and sometimes with Komal. For the first two or three days, thoughts of having sex kept popping into my mind, strong and distracting. My lunď felt heavy and demanding. But I controlled myself, recalling the lesson, and started to study with renewed focus. I remembered my Chachi's cold, calculated words: "If you think about sex all the time, you won't get anything. If you control yourself and use your brain, you will have a line of chooťs waiting for you."

With that image burned into my mind, I poured all my energy into my studies for two weeks straight.

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