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We girls were sitting on the lawns outside, awaiting the clock to strike for the practical class. Just then a flying bird shitted on the jutting of my left breast, I mean, over my blouse. I looked up: it was a crane.

“It’s a good omen of luck!” opined my classmates.

My father used to say that I was conceived in a spiritual way and would bring good luck and fortune once I grew, but he didn’t have any luck to see it realized. And luck is here in the premonition of …

Oh shit! I had to have a wash and change. On my way to the hostel, I met Bhavana and she accompanied me into my room. Bhavana was doing her final year whereas I was a fresher in first year. She became my best friend from the very first day she rescued me of my college raking. And Hindi (though I knew little) was our common factor.

Once inside, I undressed and noticed no strain underneath, but the devouring look of my best friend. A bit shocked but riveted, I felt a weakness in my knees.

Moment next I was in the hold of Bhavana, with her hands so busy on my breasts and her breaths so hot on the back of my neck. In no time, we were naked together. Her boobs were double the size of mine. And so was her thighs and pudendum. Being a northerner and well fed, she was in total contrast in size and color of me, a southerner. A beautiful girl she was, and in her birthday suit she looked a real bomb.

She downed me on my back. Her hairs were loose. And when she eclipsed me with her nakedness, her locks cascaded and covered my face. Within its shade she robbed my lips with her mouth and tongued into me. And down below, she rubbed my mound with her hot one as if to set alight my moss, but dampened it with her gushing gash.

“Want mommy to show you her love, my little lass?” she purred.

“Hmmm.” I moaned and entwined her with my limbs and crushed her against me. It was my first ever involvement in sex with another person. And so what if it happened to be a girl?

She traveled down me with her wet kisses; kneaded my breasts with her palms and fingers and sucked at, with half of them filled her mouth. At my navel, she swirled and pried with her tongue. And then at the wet eagerness of the valley of my thighs, I received her soft mouth.

I raised my legs, folded at my knees, and presented her my little rose as a token of my love. I kept up my head to observe her lovemaking. She planted a warm wet kiss right on my slit. A shiver ran through my body. She lifted her head then and looked into my eyes with a mischievous smile. A blush crept into my cheeks.

She licked her lips and said, “Want mommy to love you deep, honey?”

I didn’t speak out, but ran my hands around my buttocks and, with my own fingers, pulled apart my pussy lips and bumped up.

“You little impatient whore!” she laughed and dived into my valley. Her tongue swept through my canyon. I let go my pussy lips to cling around her hunting tongue and ran my fingers through her locks. She got hold of my pleasure button and, on and around it, fluttered her tongue like a butterfly. I lifted up my hips and rubbed my gorge against her chin. She mouthed up my pussy lips and chewed them as if sucking at a mango slit. I pushed more of my pussy up into her eager mouth and was seized by a tremor. O Ambe (mother goddess)..!

And then she ploughed in with her tongue to enter me, but… She raised her head and wondered, “My God, you’ve not broken in yet!”

“Had you, then?” I inquired in a mocking silly voice.

She flashed her teeth, raised herself, moved on top in a 69 position and presented me with her cunt and said, “Find out the truth you yourself.”

I didn’t know how to assess. She inserted a single finger into my oozing hole and said, “Look! Your hole is not even big enough to receive a single slender finger. Now find out how many fingers you can put into mommy’s sheath.”

I put one, two, three fingers easily into her abyss and it was slippery like a butter pot that may admit even more fingers. I knew the answer right away, but remained shocked to ask.

With my three fingers inside her she tossed a merry laugh and declared, “Mommy is broken in, you know…long back…with thick real cocks.”

I didn’t miss to notice the plural use. I sighed at her gapping cave, but kissed at its slush to show her that I was not a square and thus commenced my first licking exercise.

“Ah, that’s it, suck my pussy and make mommy happy. I’ll fix a fatty cock, in return, to break in your virgin pussy.”

Her vulgar speech heightened my lust. I eagerly licked and sucked at her odd sourness. She dived again into my pussy and feasted there with all her skills. I was not able to hold it for long. Raising my hips I groaned. My groans muffled into the fleshy folds of her cunt. And I released flood after flood into her slurping mouth. Buried my face into her cunt I whimpered like a kitten. After licking for some more time, she got off me. I huddled into her bosom and she cuddled me and we kissed.

“Sorry, Devika, I made you miss your practical class.” she apologized.

“A better one we had, Bhavana.” I blushed.

“Would you then accept me as your guide and instructor?”

“You are my teacher. You are my lover.”

Bhavana was a day scholar for she lived in the city. I had to be a hosteller for my home was three hours journey away. My two other roommates used to be off the room all evenings, doing some additional courses. In that way Bhavana and I got plenty of time to be together in our lovemaking. Her parents, it seemed, never mind her arriving home late in the night.

One day she took me to her home. I felt shy to interact with her people, but they displayed warmth and affection. That made me relaxed. Her parents looked very young, unbelievably. I told them so and they were pleased at my observations. They insisted me to come to their house quite often. I capitalized on that and fell in love with Rahul, Bhavana’s brother, a handsome boy.

Rahul was 19 years old, just 1 year elder than me. He was doing his second year in commerce. Bhavana helped us, as a go between, in our love and in a short time Rahul and I became intimate.

Soon I came to learn that Bhavana and Rahul were not of the same womb, but only stepsister and stepbrother. Bhavana was born of Saroj but not of Dev. And Rahul was the son of Dev but not of Saroj.

That could be a reason why Bhavana and Rahul behave more like friends than as sister and brother.

Even after my involvement with Rahul, I didn’t give up my lesbian love with Bhavana. When we do lovemaking, she used to finger fuck me, in between cunnilingus, telling me that she had to make my hole wide enough to receive her brother’s cock. Thus she made my cunt to accommodate two of her fingers in one month time. My love with Rahul deepened meanwhile; and we started necking now and then. I decided to lose my cherry with him.

When vacation started, I didn’t proceed to my native, but moved into Bhavana’s house, with an intention on the back of my mind to trap Rahul in between my thighs. Bhavana’s parents were happy to have me as their guest.

Next day, Rahul took me to a movie. Bhavana too accompanied. In the darkness of the movie hall, Rahul started fondling my breasts. It would be his wont if we gained some privacy. On that particular day at movie hall, while he was playing with my boobs, Bhavana received a call at her mobile phone. And she left the hall to attend to her call. At once Rahul moved his hand on and in between my thighs. Conveniently I was with a skirt and a loose top on that day. I was also eager to feel his fingers at my naked pussy. So I rolled my skirt up and allowed him to fondle my pussy over my panty. But that led us to yearn to have more. I removed my panty and put it in my hand back. Then in no time I felt his thick fingers allover my hot mound. I slipped down on my seat, pushing my buttocks to the edge of the seat. That gave him more access and he inserted his middle finger into my vagina and finger fucked me.

Meanwhile, he took my hand and placed it on his rock-hard cock, freed out of his pants. First time I touched a cock. A thrill ran through my body. Fortunately, there was not much crowd on that day and none at the row behind. I was just holding his erection. I didn’t know what to do. He guided my hand to clasp around and pump his cock up and down. I did as he guided and got soiled my hand with a thin sticky secretion. And meanwhile he bathed his finger with my juices by finger fucking me. Unusual circumstances heightened my pleasure. I stifled my groans, stuffing my mouth with his shirt. I thought I was in heaven, but my bad luck, Bhavana retuned by then.

I lowered my skirt and he covered his thing with his hand-kerchief. I felt, out of shame, that it would be better if I could escape that situation for a few minutes at least. I begged excuse and went for toilet and had to spend some time to cool down my emotions. I put on my panty and, walking around the lobby, entered the cinema from the opposite end. In doing so, I lost my sense of location and moved accidentally through the row behind where I was sitting. Then, to my shock, I witnessed… Bhavana, sitting next to Rahul, was running her hand up and down her brother’s cock. I froze. In that very instant, Bhavana lowered her head and took her brother’s enlarged member into her mouth and…

I ran out in distress, chocked with tears.

On the way back, I didn’t talk much. I feigned I was not feeling well. As soon as the dinner was over, I retired to my bed. I couldn’t sleep. All my dreams about marrying Rahul were broken. To whom I could represent my case? Bhavana’s mother was an affectionate person, of course. But how could I shock a caring mother by revealing her c***dren’s i****tuous secret? Silent tears welled up and burned down my cheeks.

I didn’t know when I went to sleep. Suddenly I woke up. I thought I heard somebody was crying. The room was so dark. I heard again the wailing. A fear raised in me. I switched on the lights. Bhavana was not there. I went out. Rahul’s room was in dark, but there was light in their parent’s bedroom. I heard noises coming out of it. I shouldn’t have done it, but out of curiosity I approached there and peeped in.

Saroj aunty was naked and sucking at Dev uncle’s cock. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and uncle was standing in front. It might be a common sight between a husband and wife, but to me, a first timer, it was a visual spell that charmed me in. As I was looking, Saroj aunty pulled away her mouth from uncle’s cock and said, “Dev is ready, Bhavana.”

I strained a bit more and found to my shock, on the same bed, Bhavana was jumping up and down, splitting her pussy on Rahul’s upstanding cock.

My head started dizzying.

Dev uncle climbed on the bed and seized Bhavana’s jumping breasts. And she ceased from her jumping and yielded to her stepfather’s pull. Her hand voluntarily went down and grabbed at Dev uncle’s erection. And uncle kissed her on her mouth. She dismounted her stepbrother and submitted herself to the embrace of her stepfather.

Rahul, in turn, went into the inviting hands of his stepmother. And aunt Saroj drew two pillows; pushed them under her buttocks, to position her cunt elevated, and pulled Rahul on top. Rahul grabbed aunt’s big boobs and entered her up-opened cunt with his virile wet cock. Aunt shouted, “Chodho mujjhe beta, jor se chodho. Chodhke chodhke, pod do mommy ki choot (Ah, fuck me my boy. Fuck mommy hard and rend her cunt).”

Bhavana, meanwhile, freed herself from Dev uncle’s embrace and moved on her knees and elbows and locked her mouth to her mother’s lips. Dev uncle moved behind Bhavana, grabbed her hips and knocked at her pussy door with the fist his cock. Bhavana lifted her head, tilted and threw her stepfather an inviting smile. And uncle entered her from behind.

Rahul moved up and down into aunt Saroj. And uncle Dev moved to and fro into Bhavana. And all of them moved and moaned.

With dizzying head I slogged back to my room, sat on the bed to get me back composed. Then I packed up my things and came out of the front door. I hid my bag behind a portico pillar and went up to the gate and awakened the watchman, who was sleeping already.

“Can you get me some tablets for headache, watch-man.”

“But, memsaaheb, at this night… One has to go to the main road to locate a medical shop opened.”

“You have to, please. It’s killing me. I don’t want to bother others. I’ll wait here at the gate till you return.”

He gave in. I gave him money. As soon as he turned the corner, I, with my bag, climbed and jumped over the gate and escaped. I could get an auto-rickshaw to Central Bus Stand and a bus from there to my native place.

The sky broke down that night and trees fell down all along the highway. My journey, thus hindered, took almost a full day and I could reach my town only on the next day night. I became dead tired of the tedious journey. I wanted to run in to the soothing hands of my mother. My mother was of a noble character. She could have remarried when my father expired, but she decided to give up all her pleasures solely to bring-up my elder brother Anand and me, her only c***dren. What a great soul she is, I thought, among the filthy people like Bhavana and family!

Our house was on the bank of a pond. The town was already gone to sleep. A small town it was. I walked on the bank towards my house and it was pitch-dark. Frogs croaked in high pitch. Chances of snakes crossing my path were more. I walked up with my heart at my throat. All of a sudden rain battered again and I was drenched in no time. Luckily light shone in my house. I knocked at the door, but no answer. Probably the noise of the rain would have drowned my knocking sound or else my mother and Anand would have slept already, leaving the lights on.

The light was coming from the kitchen window. I went around to that window. The window was bolted from inside and the glasses were tainted. But I could spot a broken triangle-shaped slot in one of the glasses. I fixed one of my eyes on the slot and peeped in.

First it was not clear, but when it became clear it crashed on me as a thunderbolt. My mother was leaning forward, pressing her abdomen against the kitchen slab and her white sari was hiked well above her hips. Big orbs of her buttocks were jutting behind. And against them was slapping again and again the flat abdomen of my brother, driving his thick penis in and out of her depths. Her blouse being unbuttoned, her big boobs were overflowing his kneading fingers. And sinking his teeth on her bare shoulders, Anand was attacking at her yielding point, violently, like a wild cat. With eyes closed and face upturned, exposing her upper row of white teeth, my mother seemed to be enthralled in their love game.

I collapsed on the wet earth and remained there till I got strength to get up. I limbed back to the bank of the pond and walked away from my home. Frogs all around heckled at me. I wept along my way.

I didn’t know where to go or what to do. Walking back u*********sly to the junction, I phoned up involuntarily to Bhavana’s home.

“What’s got into you, bagli (made girl),” shouted Bhavana from the other end, but her mother’s voice interrupted. I cried. “Are you alright, Devika? Don’t worry, I’ll come over there and pick you up, where are you, my c***d?”

I wept bitterly. “On the national highway, auntie, under the cross flyover, south of city.”

I was brought back to Bhavana’s home. I buried my face in Soroj auntie’s bosom and washed down my sorrows with my tears. And I narrated her, in between my sobs, my brief spell of sex that ended in… “I’m sorry auntie, I’m unable to make it out… First, here, you and uncle with your c***dren…and then, there, my own mother and brother…” I stuttered.

“I understand your shock, my c***d, but you’ll overcome it when you come to realize the corruption of love in society. We’ll show you a way-out.”

“Isn’t it wrong, then?”

“There is nothing wrong, neither in our relationships nor in that of your own mother and brother.”


“But tell me first, why did you call on us when you got disillusioned with your mother and brother?”

“I don’t know, because I called on you only on impulse. May be having such relationship with ones step c***dren is not so… Comparatively”

She smiled and said, “Comparison is good when it leads one to get close. Take some rest, baby. Later we meet.”

I didn’t know how long I slept. I woke up to hear some familiar voices. When I entered the hall, I found my mother and brother, chit chatting with others in a gay mood. I didn’t understand how come they arrived there.

Spotted me, my mother ran up and took me in a breath-blocking hug. “Oh, my darling, you’re a c***d of mother goddess. You’d brought us back luck and everything. You’ve made us happy;” my mother was overflowing with joy and said, “Dev uncle seeks your hand in marriage with his son.”

Aunt Saroj walked over to us, took my hand and led me aside. “Let her have something to eat, first.”

Once I had ate and settled down, they all surrounded me. Aunt Saroj took me to her bosom and kissed me so affectionately. “You don’t know what you’ve done to us. I love you… Love you so much.”

I felt like a k** over-loved. I said, “I don’t understand, auntie, the way the life takes shape around me.”

“Nothing to worry, the life takes shape around you in a fine way,” Saroj aunty assured me. “To clear the cobweb off your mind, I’m going to tell you a story: my own story. Even Bhavana and Rahul are not revealed of it till now, but the time has come.”

Saroj aunty cast a look at Dev uncle. He nodded his head in approval. And she started narrating:

We were three c***dren to our parents: meri didi (my elder sister), mera bada bhai (my elder brother) and me the youngest. I don’t know what happened between my parents, but my mother left us and went somewhere when we were very young. Our father brought us up. When I was around 15, my elder sister too had run away from home. Our dad though was upset, never failed to care for us.

At 18, after school final, I fell in love with a neighbor. He was ten years older than me; jobless too. But love is so blind it doesn’t calculate. My lover was insisting me to run away with him, because my father will never allow us to marry. I hesitated to do so for I didn’t want to hurt my dad.

And one day I went for a picnic with a few of my schoolmates. On the way, twenty km away from our town, our vehicle developed some problem and we had to give up our tour. All other friends phoned up their home to pick them up. I too phoned up and my brother arrived there with his bike.

While driving home, suddenly it started raining. Others, left earlier, could have reached home already. We spotted an old structure, a bit away from the highway. My brother and I decided to shelter there till the rain stops, but before we reached the building we were completely drenched.

The building looked like an ancient temple ruined by the course of time. Surprisingly the interior was clean, swept by the forest wind. My brother removed his cloths, squeezed out the water and started drying his hairs. I blushed looking at him only in his brief, wet with his bulge outlined.

‘What are you waiting for?’ my brother shouted at me. ‘Remove your wet clothes and get dried or else you’ll catch cold.’

I hesitated.

He laughed at me. ‘Look, I’m only your brother. It’s insulting to imagine me in any other way.’

Then I disrobed and squeezed the water out of my cloths, clad only in my bra and panty. But I felt a sudden change in the atmosphere. I looked up at my brother. I could feel the burning of his eyes on my skin. I lowered my eyes. Oh goddess! Clinging wet, my white bra and panty left nothing underneath to hide. Even the soft moss of my pubic hair was clearly visible.

I turned away from my brother out of shame, but the next moment I felt his nearness behind me. He held me by my shoulders and pressed his whole body against mine. I felt his hardness on my bums. I shivered. The cold wind blown across helped only to increase the fever in me.

He turned me to face him. And then pressed his lips against mine and locked me in a fiery kiss. I yielded. He pushed down his brief and guided my hand to his cock. I broke the kiss and looked down. He was huge! And it jerked its head upward like a wild lizard. I was a bit frightened by its temper. But he moved close and held my breasts. I didn’t retreat. He unhooked my bra and my panty followed. The wet wind had a free kiss on my exposed mounds.

In that moment, the sky flashed a lightning and the deity inside the sanctum sanctorum was revealed. And it was a goddess in her nakedness.

He lowered me on my back on the cold surface of the granite block. Then he laid his naked body on mine. I opened my thighs to receive him, but a virgin he too was. And, alas, he couldn’t connect himself to the target. I put my hand in between and guided his cock-head into my pussy hole. It nudged in about an inch, but was prevented there by my virgin veil.

On the stonewall, the rain battered furiously.

My brother lost his patience in no time. With a vengeance he pinned me down and smashed my pit with his steel hard prick. A sharp pain ripped through me and I wailed in high pitch only to be drowned by the roaring rain.

‘Leave me, you devil, you’re killing me.’ I cried.

But he didn’t heed. He was driving his fiery monster through my burning notch. I couldn’t bear with the pain. I tried to kick him off and free myself, but he was too much strong to get rid of. He fucked me with an aggression as if a butcher had a blunt knife at his worktable.

Unable to push him off, with tears running down my cheeks, I endured under my bother. And he, as if in a ****, attacked my cunt with his merciless cock and filled my virgin hole with his flaming fluid.

When he heaved off me, I inspected my aching pussy and found my blood flowing down stained with his surplus semen. I wept over it like as a wounded c***d. My brother tried to cheer up me, but I pushed him off and hated him.

The next day I ran away from home with my lover.

My lover took me to Kanpur, where his friend Surjit lived. My lover had a hope that his friend would find him a job. The house, where Surjit lived was behind the cinema Deoki Palace. Surjit was a sardar – a sikh. He was also about the age of my lover, but he had married already and had two k**s. When we arrived at his, his wife had gone to deliver his third at her mother’s house. Despite, the sardar-friend invited us in to his house and did all possible to make us feel at home. We were given a separate bedroom and in that very night, my lover and I celebrated our first night.

My lover was not as big as my brother in that department. His was only half the size of my brother’s. And I didn’t feel any pain when I was involved with his thing. My lover was very happy after having sex with me. He said that he was lucky to have an angel like me and promised that he would never leave me until his death.

Sardarji took my lover to three four firms and succeeded in finding him jobs, but my lover didn’t get into the groove, saying that those jobs were not to his taste. Sardarji didn’t lose his patience but gave my lover his consent and pocket money to go anywhere into the city and seek a job to his taste.

My lover then made it a routine to go out early in the morning and come back late in the night. Like that, it went up to a month and yet he couldn’t find himself a suitable job. Sardarji didn’t raise it as an issue, but I started losing my patience. My lover had stopped long back having sex with me, because he arrived every night dead tired.

One day I told our sardarji that I wanted to go to Gangaji (river Ganges) and have a snaan (bath) and pray her to bless us. He took me to Ganges. The river was at its spate because of the recent rains. The water was red in color and at tremendous speed. Sardarji too stepped in for the sake of my protection. Even as I took my very first dip, I was pulled down by the current and I had to get hold of sardar’s hand. And he was on my downstream and the Ganges pushed me against him. In steadying me, accidentally, he caught hold of my breast. Our eyes met. I could read the disturbance in his look.

Though I was only eighteen and yet to be married, I was wearing a sari to pose as a married woman. In the turbulence of Ganges I found that sari was not a convenient dress. It exposed my thighs. I don’t wear panties under sari while indoor. And on that day I proceeded out as such, forgetting to wear a panty.

When I took my second dip it happened. Water pulled me down and when I struggled to get up it pushed my sari up above my hips exposing the matted mound of my cunt. Sardar was stunned at my exhibit, but pulled me up in time. Our eyes met. I could recognize the fire in his look.

Suddenly it brought up the memories of my brother. I could feel the burning of his eyes on my skin. ‘Bhaiya (brother)’ I murmured to me.

‘Did you say something?’ Sardar asked.

‘Nothing, let’s go.’

‘But the third dip remains.’

I looked into his eyes. They were boring into me. ‘O.K. then, let me complete it. Hold me.’ I told him and tied the pallu (border of the sari that covers the breasts) around my waist, baring my boobs. And from behind he put his hands through my armpits to hold me. And I took the third and final dip. He didn’t miss his chance that time. He moved his hand under water and held me firmly by my boobs. And I didn’t shy away, but in submission prolonged my third dip.

All the way back home, sardar was after me as a honey trapped bee. When we reached home, to our surprise, my lover was waiting there. And his face was gleaming full of his teeth. ‘I got the job, at last, Surjit.’

‘Really? The dip in Ganges yielded the result so fast?’ Sardar wondered. On that night my lover had sex with me, but in my mind’s eye it was only Sardarji.

The next day my lover joined duty, but Sardar took leave and said he wanted to go and have a visit on his wife. Before leaving he took care to water the flower plants that his wife was growing in pots around the house.

‘Why troubling you, bhaai sahib (big brother), won’t I do all these?’ I said.

‘But watering is a men’s job.’ He replied.

I didn’t understand him. I thought that it was one of sardarji’s absurdities. ‘Even if your wife were here, you only do it?’ I wanted to know.

‘Only I have to water my wife’s garden, no? If you permit, I can water yours too.’

That struck me and a hot wave seized up my body. I turned to go in, but at the doorstep, I turned back and cast him an inviting glance and went in. He followed me. He was a big man. He swept me of my legs and carried me in to his bedroom. I would say that he almost tore my cloths. He might have starved so long after his wife left for delivery.

His cock was huge, as huge as that of my brother. Yet when he entered me it didn’t create any pain. He fucked with force. I didn’t know why, but in his place suddenly appeared my own brother’s face. And by all means the fuck was excellent, not like the ones I had with my lover.

‘Bhaiyaa, O bhaiyaa…’ I moaned through out the fuck; and received his strokes with an unexplainable feeling of nostalgia.

And soon I climaxed. And it was tremendous. I climaxed for the first time in my life. The acts I had my lover were nothing. Sardar emptied his lava into my cavern and dismounted me.

‘Ooph, kya cheez hai! Ithnee tight aur ektham garam choot hum dekha bhi nahi aur chodha bhi nahi. (Ooph, what a rarity! I had never come across nor fucked a pussy so tight and totally hot)’ Sardar exclaimed.

In that same day itself we fucked four times. Sardar cancelled his trip to visit his wife. While we were making love, I called him ‘bhaiyaa (brother)’ again and again. He took it natural, because that was how I called him in front of others. But it connected me to a past painful experience, being converted then in my mind’s eye, into a pleasure that gave me a secret satisfaction.

Our fucking went like that nearly for a month, but was discovered one day by my lover and he deserted us leaving us a letter. Sardar consoled and promised me that he would look after me. But my lover didn’t leave it there. He went straight to sardar’s wife and told her everything. Sardarini arrived there with her relatives, and drove me away with a broomstick thrashing.

I returned home with a high fever. I had to do a ticket less travel by the train. I couldn’t have anything to eat and I had my periods too.

My dad was a living god, I must say. He didn’t ask me anything about. He took me into his embrace and said, ‘Never mind. Tell the neighbors that you were spending your holidays at a relative.’ And I wept uncontrollably on his shoulders.

My brother on the other hand was angry with me. He didn’t even speak to me. And one day after I regained my health, when we were alone, I wanted to know from my brother why he was so. He cast me a glance full of hatred.

I didn’t give up. He was sitting on a sofa in the main hall. I went and hugged him from behind. He got up as if he had come in to contact with an ugly thing. I went around and faced him. His eyes were red and his lips were quivering and he was in the edge of crying. In that moment I understood his love. I collapsed at his feet and cried myself.

We were like that for quite some time. Then he lifted me up and asked in a tiny voice, ‘Why did you do that on me?’

I only wept.

He pulled me to him. And I crushed him in a tight embrace. Then we kissed. It was a deep wet kiss of long separated lovers. We collapsed on the sofa, him over me. I myself undressed and offered him my nakedness.

He was not violent this time as he was before. He fondled my breasts and sucked at them. I freed his cock and ran my hand along its length. We were kissing again and again. I opened up my thighs and murmured in his ear, “Enter, brother, the gate which you opened a month back.”

He fumbled this time also. Poor boy, he didn’t venture out as I did. I took his cock and guided it into me. He immersed into me up to his balls. Secretions seeped out of my hole.

‘Oh, my goddess, isn’t this I longed for? Why did I run away so foolishly? Fuck me brother, fuck your foolish sister as hard as you can and punish her stupid cunt with your enraged cock.’

At my words he moved his cock, in and out of my weeping sheath and kissed my lips and said, ‘Oh, Saroj, you don’t know how much I love you. I was longing to fuck you ever since semen started forming up at my balls. And you ran out on me only to insult and make my love meaningless.’

‘I ran out only to realize that there is no true love in the outer world. I’m sorry. Now I’ve come back to give all of mine to you. Fuck me and empty the semen load that has accumulated for me in your balls.’

He increased his force and gave me nice strokes. I raised my hips and received them deeply. My cunt clung to his hitting cock and wept sweetly around it, on their reunion. His hands kneaded my breasts and his tongue probed into my mouth. I ruffled and pulled at his hairs, affectionately.

It went on and on and at one point suddenly he shouted that he was coming and doubled his speed. Immediately my dam also started breaking and I whimpered and bumped up my cunt to receive him more. He groaned and drove hard and, in to my depths, his cock swelled and gushed in hot streams.

I bound him to me with my long legs. We remained like that, I don’t know for how long.

‘Unbelievable! The pleasure down there in the depths of your slimy hot pussy!’ He exclaimed.

‘Unbelievable too, the spell of a brother’s cock to raise the pleasure from the depths of his sister’s pussy!’ I quipped.

And we laughed. By then his cock stirred again in the shelter of my sheath. We exchanged a meaningful look. When his rod extended into my depth, I swayed my hip up and down to invite him for a second fuck. With a pleasing expression on his face he engaged himself in the task. We swam into the depth of bliss.

After that beautiful encounter, we became real lovers. I was bubbling of my love. Our dad was happy at my change. He encouraged my brother to take me out. Poor dad, he didn’t have an iota of an idea of his c***dren’s love. And we were fucking behind his back.

But every good thing has its sad end. We failed to take enough care, of course. On the same sofa in the main hall, where we started our sexploration, we were having a quickie one day with our dress on, opened only at our groins. We heard a throat clearing. And there in the doorstep was standing our dad. And my brother rolled off me, fell down on the floor, sprung up and ran out of the house pushing away my dad in the doorway.

And he returned not thereafter.

Locking my door I wept and wept. I couldn’t find any solace. One day my father entered my room, sat on my bed and placing my head on his lap, spoke to me in a soothing soft voice, ‘It’s not at all my fault, my c***d. I never expected that situation. You see, I didn’t even raise my voice nor condemned it. Poor boy scared himself and ran away. I don’t know why this happens only to me: first it was your mother, then your elder sister and then you and now this boy, why people always running away from me? Will you at least care to stay with this poor old man or…?’ And he broke down.

I was at a loss and pained by his utterances. I hugged his neck and wept with him. ‘No, papa, never again; the world outside is no good. And moreover I do love you.’

‘Thank you, my darling.’ He hugged me with tears running down and kissed my forehead.

I waited him to recover and asked in a tiny voice, ‘And you don’t disapprove our relationship, I mean, between me and my brother?’

‘Why should I, darling, when I myself had engaged in such relationships?’ He said in a matter of fact voice.

‘My goodness, what do you mean, papa?’

‘It’s an old story of another time.’

‘Would you mind to expound it?’

He cast a long look on me, sighed and started narrating his history:

“I was 22 years old then, just completed my college. I wanted to go for a job, but my dad told me to look after the family shop. There was not much work for two people in a small shop. And I used to spend most of my time idling in my home. I was the only c***d for my parents.

“One day, it seemed, my mother noticed my restlessness. She called me for a card game with her. I agreed. My mother was good at the game. We played for money. I had an edge over her and won in the end.

“Next day she didn’t agree to bet on money, because it was not my own earning but theirs. She suggested that the loser had to kiss the winner, wherever the winner wanted the loser to do so, even if it happened to be the winner’s feet. Out of gambling thrill, I accepted her suggestion.

“We started our play. And she was not the one of previous day. She won every game. She demanded me to kiss her feet first. I did. There is nothing wrong in kissing one’s own mother’s feet. To the next win, she hiked her sari and told me to kiss her knees. I did. But to the third win, she hiked her sari up above her waist and exposed her shaved cunt. It looked like a pav roti (an Indian bread). My cock hardened immediately.

“Leaning on the hand rest of the sofa, where we were playing the cards, she spread her thighs. Her cunt unfolded its petals like a hibiscus flower. I was thrilled at the developments, but hesitated at the same time.

‘Come on, loser, kiss me here.’ She pointed right at her cunt.

‘But, ma…’

‘What is there to fuss? It is the sacred place from where you came out to this world.’ My mom announced in a proud voice. ‘You must be grateful to get a chance like this to worship and please your birth place.’

“I slipped of the sofa and knelt on the floor. She ran her fingers through my hair, affectionately. She positioned herself conveniently to present her cunt to my advantage. Its pinkish opening was gleaming with its excessive wetness. I placed my hands on her thighs and they were feverishly hot. She might have sexed-up already. I lowered my head and felt her heat and scent even before I made the contact. I kissed on her shaven white mound and looked up. Mom smiled at me and signaled, waggling her tongue. I smiled back and obeyed. First I kissed squarely on her flowered slit and then licked the whole wet patch.

“My mother groaned, ‘Ah, baby, that’s it. Eat my cunt. Eat your beloved birth place.’

“I dived into her cleft and licked and fucked her with my tongue. In between her groaning, my mom, as a true mother in training her c***d, instructed and guided me in my first ever cunnilingus. I did as she demanded and she was full of praise for me.

‘Now, take my clit between your lips and nibble at it as if it were a prick and provoke it with your tongue.’ She instructed.

“I followed.

“In no time she vibrated at her cuntal region, pulled at my hairs and flooded my mouth and chin with her hot thin juices. I went on licking, but she stopped me, pulled me up and kissed my lips. ‘Thank you, darling’ she said. ‘What a nice manner you pleased your birth place!’

“And she was about to cover and get up. I was alarmed. ‘Is that all, ma? Isn’t there any other manner to do my service to please my birth place?’ I pleaded her on the brink of tears.

“My mother laughed and winked at and assured me in a husky voice. ‘Don’t worry; I promise you a fuck…in…my…cunt, but tell me first, how many girls you’ve had so far?’

‘How many?! Oh ma, don’t be so cruel. Why making fun of me?’

‘What is fun about it? You’re 22 and have friends in the opposite sex too, no?’

‘But, ma, they’re only friends; mere friends.’

‘And no sex?’

‘No sex.’

‘Swear on me.’

‘I swear.’ I put my hand on her head.

“She made me stand and pulled my trousers down and my brief. My cock sprang up and nearly slapped at her face.

‘Oh, my…what a cock!’ Mom took it in her hand, pushed back its foreskin and inspected the vain underneath that connects the stem and the glans. ‘Well, it’s intact.’

“I was confused by her act and was impatient to have some action. She appeared to be not in a hurry. She got up, picked up the phone, dialed and started speaking to someone.

‘Good news! Swargadwaar (gateway of heaven) calls on us.’


‘Yes, he is.’


‘Yes, it’s very much intact.’

“Mom hung up the phone and turned her attention again on me. I was trying to soothe my restless cock by running my hand over it. She reached me with a smile and pushed me down on the sofa. Kneeling in between my legs, she held my cock, bent her head and took my cock-head in to her mouth. Aha, what a warmth! And what a heavenly feeling it was!

“Taking three four suck at my cock, mom pulled of her mouth and asked, ‘May I seek my son a promise?’

‘A promise!’ I wondered. ‘What’s it, ma?’

‘That your first fuck would be performed only in my cunt.’

‘Ah, what a sweet request! I promise. When is it, ma, now? I’m dying to.’

‘Be patient, lover boy. Prior to it, a pooja (ritual) is to be performed.’

‘A pooja? What for?’

‘To defile you, my son.’ I heard my dad’s voice.

“I turned around and was shocked to see my dad at the doorstep. A shiver seized me and I tried to get up, but my mom held me still. My dad came around and sat by my side casually. He put his hand around my shoulder and kissed my temple.

‘Look, what a growth your son has.’ Mom sought my dad’s attention to the cock in her hand.

‘My goddess, it’s titanic!’ Dad took my cock from mom’s hand and ran his fingers to its length. ‘Goddess Swargadwaarika has shaped this so big to serve and please his birth place.’

“My mother blushed at his words. ‘And already he is dying to serve.’ She said in a mocking voice.

‘By the name of goddess, aren’t you then?’ my father scoffed at my mother.

“That made my mother to blush even more. She took my erection from my father’s hand and played with its foreskin, pushing it back and forth.

“Dad put his hand around my shoulder and gave me a hug. ‘Look at mom; she blushes like a newlywed virgin. Take my word, my son; she is going to give overtime to your young wand.’

“My mother hit him playfully. And they laughed. It was such a beautiful family scene, etched in my mind.

‘Alright, give some relief to his long longing lollypop.’ Dad pushed down mom’s head over my upstanding prick.

“Mom O-ed her mouth and in-took my erection. She wrapped it around my shaft and gave pressure here and there. I groaned. Dad patted my shoulder and encouraged me. I lifted my buttocks and moved my cock in and out of her mouth. She looked up, mouthful, and smiled at me with her big eyes. I tried to push in more of my piston. But she controlled its stroke length by grabbing at its base.

“Dad got up and slipped out of his dress. His cock was standing straight and it was not far smaller than mine. He went behind mom, raised her dress above her hips and entered her from behind.

‘Ah, I never had your pussy so hot and so slushy. Can a mother get excited this much mouthing her son’s cock?’ My dad exclaimed.

“Mom looked up at me and winked.

Holding her hips, dad fucked her from behind. Mom swayed. And that made her mouth moved back and forth on my cock. It looked as if she was driven at the same time by two engines: one by her son and another by her son’s father. In between, my father stretched his hand and we shook hands. And we laughed. Mommy pinched at my thighs playfully. I was fully relaxed and fucked her mouth free of any guilt. She tightened her mouth around my cock, by gripping it with her jaws, and scrapped the length with her teeth. In between, she tickled the tip and its small slit with the tip of her tongue. My balls boiled up and I felt that I couldn’t hold any more. I held her head and fucked fast her clamped mouth and then ejaculated, with a wild groan. Mom clasped her lips around and didn’t allow even a single drop to escape. Gulping down all my discharge, she kept on sucking at my cock until it loses its temper. When mom let my cock to go, I raised her face and kissed her mouth. She smiled beautifully and winked at me.

“Dad seemed met his end point long back. He was fully dressed and sitting on the sofa, watching us absorbedly.

‘Thank you, ma, and thank you, papa.’ I said.

‘Welcome, dear.’ They sang in chorus.

“And, after a month, on an auspicious day they took me on a travel to our kulswamy (family deity). Swargadwaarika was the name of the deity and the shrine was called Swargadwaar (gateway of heaven), in the Himalayas. A difficult travel it was. My parents said that only with the company of a virgin (and I was the virgin that time) people could find the way; else, it will be lost. A crane sent by the goddess, they told, would show us the way.

“Our bad luck, heavy rain lashed the Himalayan region and landslides occurred and blocked our route. It was a disappointment for my parents. On my account, they hoped they could visit swargadwaar. For them it was only a disappointment, but it was a heartrending setback for me as I was dreaming all those days of my first ever fuck with my mom.

“On our way back, we stopped at the Nagnadevika (naked goddess) temple, near our town. Worship in that temple was stopped long back by general public, believing that it had an evil spell. But the temple, my parents said, was one such as Swargadwaar in spirit.

“I was undressed and laid on my back in front of the naked goddess with my cock pointing up the sky. Mom undressed and standing naked with folded hands said her prayers first. She looked as curved as the goddess herself in her nakedness. My father knelt beside me and bathed my upstanding cock with honey we brought. My mom came around and crouched over me. She positioned the slit of her cunt just above the tip of my cock and stayed. My father dipped his middle finger in the honey cup and then in my mom’s orifice to wet it too with honey. And my mom placed her cunt petals on my ‘ling’ and, with her eyes closed, slid down to swallow my entire length in to her depth.

‘Bhagwati Swargadwaarike! Nagnadevike!’ shouted my father.

“And with that, my mother started her fucking on my cock. All through the fucking my parents were chanting a mantra. And it was a lovely, long lasting, heavenly fuck. When I started ejaculating, with a groan, the mantra jumped on to my tongue and, I too chanted it out, pumping up my mother’s cunt and filling up her womb.

“That’s how I was initiated and made a lover of my own mother by my own father, whom I came to know, later, as her own brother.

When my father concluded with his narration, I was so sexed up to bounce on any cock, but then luckily I had my father’s cock, stirred up by his own narration.

‘What a family tale!’ I commented. ‘Would you mind to link the lineage down to your daughter, dad?’

He placed his hands on my boobs and gave them an affectionate squeeze. ‘Actually I wanted to take you to Swargadwaar and take your cherry there, but you spoiled everything by running away and loosing it with an outsider. Our dream to visit Swargadwaar remains unfulfilled.’ My father sighed.

‘I’m sorry, papa, but I lost my cherry even before I ran away, and that too only to my brother. It happened in the temple ruins 20 km away from here, where a naked goddess resides as deity.’

‘Is it? Thank goddess, we are saved then. It’s the same temple, the temple of Nagnadevika, where my mom initiated me,’ dad was exited.

He scooped me up and kissed my mouth. I put down my hand and squeezed his cock under his dress. Dad had me laid across the bed in such a way that my legs were touching the floor. He moved in between my legs and started pulling down my garments. I lifted my buttocks to make his task easy. On seeing my naked pussy, his eyes sparkled.

‘Like it?’ I lifted my groin a bit up.

‘I love it, honey,’ my dad ran his tongue over his lips.

I swayed my hip in an inviting way. He lowered his head and occupied my pussy. Whipping my clit with his experienced tongue, he raised me swiftly to the pleasure flow. His probing and jabbing kept me afloat for a prolonged time. It was my first experience in yielding my pussy for a tongue. And my father, trained by my grand mother, took me to the peak. I raised my melting cunt and rubbed it against my father’s mouth, holding his head with my both hands. In that moment, my abdomen muscles convulsed in ripples and my up heaved cunt surged out its sweet hot juices. I had become so tender down there and I shoved off my father’s head.

Before I settled down of my sweet sensations, my father got up, got rid of his cloths and entered my cunt hole with his big pole. I felt its girth stretching out my vaginal walls and its tip deep up to my navel line. Shock and thrill out of it triggered in me an immediate climax. I moaned and moaned.

‘You’re too big to me, papa,’ I spoke out.

‘I won’t rush things and will be kind to you, my c***d,’ dad assured.

‘I didn’t mean that. This cunt-stretching itself is more than enough was what I meant by that.’

‘But you see your poor papa has to empty his balls.’

‘Who prevents you? Tear me down, if you want. Fuck the hell out of me, dad, I’m all yours.’

He thanked me and started his engine. My sheath never stopped lubricating him. All through the fuck he was praising the tightness of my lubricating hot cunt. In between, he babbled about another tight cunt, which I didn’t care to decipher. I clung to him and encouraged him to loot me. And in short time he raised me to a massive orgasm and into my quaking pussy he flooded, in hot spurt, his stored up seeds.

I didn’t allow him to disengage. I confined him in my arms and legs. He continued his sucking at my breasts until his cock shrunk to its normal size. And then I let him go.

He filled up nicely the emptiness left out by my brother. We moved into a same room and lived like a husband and wife. In a month time I was found conceived. I was not sure that whose seed it was. No doubt, it was not of that my so-called lover or of that sardar. My periods, I had in my return journey, ruled out that. Either it had to be of my brother or of my father. When I told my father my concern, he only laughed. He said that it was immaterial as long as it was within our family.

Unmarried girls giving birth are not allowed. Dad took me to the ruined temple, where I lost my cherry to my brother, and married me in front of that naked goddess. Dad and daughter, living as husband and wife, are also not allowed. Dad sold his business and shifted to south with me as his wife.

And with the goddess’ blessings, we freely lived there as husband and wife. And we begot Bhavana and brought her up with all our love.

Twenty one years later I returned to the same temple ruins, where I was deflowered on a rainy day by my brother and married later by my father. It was my father who took me there. And it was his 60th birthday. He wanted to have a dharsan of that deity, with whose blessings he lost his cherry to his mother and with whose witness he married me. Bhavana had her exams and so she stayed back.

As we entered the temple we noticed a bike parked outside with its back wheel removed. A young man sitting inside the porch was on his feet when he noticed us. My father asked him what his trouble was. He told that he and his friend came that way on a picnic, but wanted to know what that structure was, but ended up with the back wheel punctured. And his friend has gone to the nearby town to repair the wheel. We also came to know of him that he was from South, doing his school final in a Central School there. Only then I observed his boyish face. If he was in school final, then he must be around 18, but he looked on the higher side because of his physique. His Hindi was flawless for a boy from south. My father introduced him us as husband and wife, on which he looked at me with a quizzical interest.

We went into the holy chamber and offered our prayer. The boy too accompanied us.

He wondered at the naked statue of the deity. At that moment, suddenly, there was a roar in the sky and, as if from nowhere, the rain came heavily and fell in floods. I felt a change in the atmosphere, and to my guilt, I felt hot.

My father murmured in my ear, to my shock, and induced me to have sex with the boy. I said I wouldn’t touch an outsider because of my past and wanted to make love only to my father. But, why I don’t know, my father talked me into it. He talked long about his inner voice. And I had to respect his beliefs.

He then talked to the boy. The boy readily agreed. To my inquiring father, the boy said it was his first time. My father grinned at me. I blushed. He made him naked and laid him on his back on the same granite block where I was laid by my bother 21 years back.

The boy’s erection was enormous. And my father, running his fingers on it, winked at me and invited me to feast on my prey. I got rid of my cloths. The boy, with his eyes bulging, starred at my stark nakedness. I climbed and squatted on him. And my father guided the boy’s young sturdy cock into my matured melting cunt. I had to close my eyes in pleasure as the young thing bored into me.

I opened my eyes to the mockery in the pleasing look of my father. I made a face at him. And I moved up and down and squashed my inner folds against the boy’s hard cock. My father laughed and I with him. But the boy was gasping as if he was getting drowned.

I lowered me on my knees, leaned on the boy with my big breasts crushing against his chest and covered his gasping mouth with mine. And raised my buttocks and glided up and down on his cock. He was restless with his hands. He wanted to have a feel of my boobs. I raised my chest a bit and allowed space for his hands to invade. He grabbed and pressed at them. I moved up and fed his mouth with my nipples. And eagerly he sucked at them.

Soon the boy caught up with the rhythm. And from down below he started fucking up. I enjoyed his force and speed. With appreciation, I cast a side-glance at my father. Poor old man that he is holding his semi hard cock and pumping it, to raise it to its glory. I pitied him and signaled him to come to me.

My father came around and knelt in front, with the boy’s head in between his legs. I gave open my mouth to him. My father fed me with his semi hardness. And I sucked on. And from below our guest lover fucked on.

As we were roused by our movements, the boy let out a long groan and lodged his cock up in my cunt and simmered. His hot seeds gushed into my cave. I waited his movements to ebb away. And then I gave him space to slip out his cock of my cunt and him of me. My father reached his point by then and filled my mouth.

‘Nice way to celebrate my 60th birthday,’ said my father, ‘and my old mom-son commemoration.’

‘Thank goddess for involving me on this occasion,’ I replied.

The rain too had stopped. And we three dressed and kissed one another thanks.

I felt suddenly the presence of my brother there, but nowhere to see. And I sighed.

Aunt Saroj, by her story, had heated up the atmosphere in that room. I was boiling to pull out all the cocks there and fuck. There was a marshland slopping in between my legs. It should have been the conditions of other listeners too. We were looking at each other with a burning desire. But I had a question to ask.

“And where is your father now, aunty?”

At that, her eyes were filled with tears. Bhavana too was shaking with sobs. I was confused.

“I’m sorry, aunty, if I’d asked a wrong question.”

“Never mind,” she kissed me on my lips. Her tears rolled down on my cheeks. And remember, I was leaning on her bosoms.

“We planned to go to Swargadwaar when Bhavana attained her age.” Aunt Saroj continued. “We went up the Himalayas, but our bad time we couldn’t spot the crane which was supposed to show us the way. My father turned suspicious and he pulled up Bhavana to know whether she was true to her word. Bhavana maintained her stand and opted out if she were not believed. I was very eager to go up, hence I pressed on my father to proceed.

We proceeded, but shortly our mules were in knee-deep snow. And suddenly there was a roar in the air and my father shouted us to turn and run back. We obeyed. A white wall of an avalanche was sliding down. We were rushing back to safety with Bhavana and me in the lead and my father on our back. We two women were escaped and turned about to see my father and his mule were buried under the snow, dumped by the avalanche. I was stunned and speechless, but Bhavana was crying aloud to forget her sin for she had lied in saying that she was a virgin.”

As aunt Saroj told us that much, I heard my mother started wailing. And I could see tears in Dev uncle’s eyes too. I realized that the fire alighted on our flesh by her carnal story was put off by her father’s tragedy.

“It was only our fault;” Saroj aunt continued, “Bhavana was kept in dark. We must’ve revealed her that my husband, in fact, was my real father. My grand parents took care to reveal their i****tuous lineage to their son, i.e. My father and my father to me. But I failed to do the same to my daughter. We took time, much more time than necessary. If Bhavana had been revealed of our secret, she wouldn’t have lied of her virginity.”

I felt sorry for aunt Saroj, but a bit bad about Bhavana. “Of all present here you are more close to me, Bhavana,” I turned my attention to her, “And may I know who is that villain deflowered you? I won’t demand if you want it to be a secret.”

“There’s no secret,” nosed in Saroj aunt. “It was him,” she pointed at uncle Dev, who responded with an awkward smile.

I didn’t expect that. I faced aunt Saroj, “You mean to say that Bhavana met uncle even before you meet him and marry?”

“It was only Bhavana who brought him to me.”

I turned again to Bhavana, “And how come you run into uncle Dev?”

“It was Rahul who took me to him.”

“But where did you meet Rahul, in the first place?”

“Only here in this same house. He was mom’s lover, of which I had no idea then.”

My head was spinning. I slumped. All others, following my lead, laughed at my loss. The mood has changed in a fraction of second.

Saroj aunt put her hand around me and said, “Don’t puzzle, Devika darling, Rahul is the same boy whom I fucked at the temple ruins on my father’s 60th birthday.”

“Oh, my…what a link! Unbelievable!” I shook my head. “Well, now, who’d tell how uncle Dev was brought into this fold? Bhavana? Or uncle himself?”

“I’m no good at story telling,” Bhavana slipped out.

“It’s ok, I’ll try, but I’m afraid I won’t be as good as Saroj in words,” so humble Uncle Dev started his narration:

Rahul had told Bhavana, it seemed, that his father was a man who can answer any question. On that account Bhavana wanted to meet me, so I was told. I received Bhavana at my ashram. Yes, I was leading a hermit life for quite some time.

Leaving her to my custody, Rahul left on some other mission. At that time I was sitting in lotus posture in my pooja(prayer) room. Bhavana scanned the room around with her beautiful eyes. Looking at her lower lip protruding than her upper one, I thought, ‘Here is a sensuous girl.’

‘What do you think about i****t?’ she asked. ‘Is it wrong or right?’

I was startled by her question, but managed to get my ground. ”What do you think?’ I asked her back.

‘I think it’s wrong.’

‘If so, what makes it wrong?’

‘The closeness of the blood, of course.’

‘If it is so, it has to work in the case of other a****ls too.’

‘But other a****ls don’t relate.’

‘Therefore, it’s not the closeness of the blood.’

‘Then, I think it’s the sixth sense.”

‘If a real mother and son were separated so long as to recognize not each other when they meet again, what the so called sixth sense would do?’

‘You mean to say that the difference is not born with, but folly?’

‘You got the point.’

She sat there without a word for a longtime. I interrupted her silence cautiously, ‘What made you to ask a question on i****t?’

She didn’t answer, but asked instead, ‘Where’s Rahul’s mother?’

‘She is no more. What has it to do with?’

She looked deep into my eyes, remained so for a minute, and left my place abruptly.

A month after that meet, Bhavana arrived back at my ashram. And that time Rahul was not there. She was in a sexy dress, exposing her young boobs almost to their nipples and her shaped long legs almost to her panties. I passed a comment to myself, ‘She urgently needs a nice fuck.’

‘You wanted to know last time, what made me to ask you a question on i****t, right?’ She started. ‘I’ve come back to answer that.’

I kept silence and was listening.

She continued, ‘whom I believed as my dad is not my dad, but my mom’s dad. They think that I’ve no idea, but I know. The old man lives as my mom’s husband and sleeps with her. I learned from you last time that nothing was wrong with i****t. So I went back to forgive them. But this time I’ve come here to tell you,’ Bhavana stopped for a moment and said, ‘my mom sleeps not only with her dad but also your son Rahul.’ She took a breath and asked, ‘What do you say about it?’

‘What’s there to say? Rahul is already 18, old enough to have his way in these matters.’ I said.

‘Is that all? I’m 19. You mean to say that I can do whatever I like?’

‘Yes, if it doesn’t hurt others as well as you.’

‘What do you mean by hurting one’s own self?’

‘For example, if Rahul fucks your mother on compulsion, but not of his will.’ I explained, ‘Sorry if my language offends you.’

She laughed and continued in the same spirit of language, ‘But even legal fucks are compulsive fucks.’

‘They ought to be. Law is compulsion. Being compulsive, law calls unconditional love like i****t as taboo.’

‘You mean i****t is an unconditional, non-compulsive way of love?

‘Yes, i****t lovers consider their partners as their own self. So they don’t compel or impose conditions.’

‘That’s how my grand father fucks my mother and at the same time allows her to fuck Rahul?’

‘You got the point.’

‘Your logic is interesting. How come you plead for i****t?’

‘I had partaken.’


I nodded. She stared at me. And to make her believe I expounded my past.

I had a mother who absconded, leaving her three c***dren. And then my elder sister ran away with her lover. Later I too ran away from home, leaving my father and younger sister.

Running away I reached Baroda and joined a business house, but only as an office boy. The payment I received was just sufficient to meet my needs.

In Prince Cinema there, I happened to view an x-rated film. Since then it became a habit of me to visit that cinema house. As I was watching a movie one day, someone moved in the dark and occupied my next seat. But after a few minutes I felt his hand on my thighs. Already I was pressing my bulge now and then.

The scene on the screen was so hot: in a hill station a taxi driver, hired by a honeymooning couple/ took the couple to a remote place in the forest/ binds the husband to a tree and ****s the wife under his eyes. And the wife, after an initial struggle/, gives up her struggle and enjoys the fuck.

My neighbor’s hand moved and settled on my crotch. I didn’t show any protest. It pressed and squeezed at my crotch. I did nothing to prevent, but allowed it to have its freedom. And the hand was not satisfied with that limit. It opened my trousers and pulled out my fully erected cock. Out of fear I looked this way and that way to see if anybody is watching.

‘What a big thing you own,’ murmured the neighbor in my ear. ‘Let me play with it, but don’t spill the seed. Tap my hand when you feel like cumming.’

And the hand seemed to be an experienced one; it performed a sensational masturbation on my cock.

On the screen, the camera moves to a close-up, focusing the bulging in the husband’s trousers spans down to the noticing eyes of the wife/ pulls back to show the wife, raising her hips and to a top close up showing the thick cock stretching in and drawing out through the shining lips of the bulged cunt.

I was on the brink. So, I tapped the hand and expected it to stop or take care, but an unexpected action followed: the neighbor bent down and wrapped his mouth around my cock and sucked frantically and made my cock-head to burst into his mouth, discharging an abundant load. And he drank all his catch. Within seconds, the hall came alive with lights and I had little time to cover up. Interval it was.

The neighbor was a handsome old man of above 50 and was in police uniform with three stars each on his shoulder straps. I was panicked, but he smiled amicably. And subsequently he enquired all about me. I didn’t tell him that I was a runaway boy, but told him the truth about my Baroda life.

Once the lights are switched off after interval, he gave a squeeze at my cock and told me to follow him. He got up and moved out of the hall. Panic struck me again. I had no other option, but to follow him.

He took me in his police bike to a posh bungalow in Karelibaug. The door was opened by a beautiful middle-aged lady. Gori gori (whitish complexion), she looked like a caged angel. Inspector introduced her as his wife and briefed her about me. She gave me water to drink followed by tea. I couldn’t help but running my eyes on her voluptuous breasts and butts. And I was not able to take away my eyes until she disappears from the front room.

‘You like her?’ inspector smiled at me.

My throat went dry. ‘Sorry, sir, I…”

‘No excuse, you’re going to stay here.’

‘But, sir, my job…’

‘Forget it. You are appointed as our housekeeper and already I’ve arranged to bring here your things.’

I kept mum. Inspector called his wife out, but she didn’t show her face again. Inspector went in and soon I could hear a heated argument and her crying followed. I was sitting there in great confusion. ‘Tomorrow we’ve to start again our job-searching exercise,’ I worried within me.

Inspector took me out for dinner. And, that night, he made me to sleep in a guest room in his house. In the middle of the night I woke up to hear voices.

‘Why are you so adamant? I should’ve left you to rot on the streets.’

‘Listen, if you want a c***d, why don’t you try yourself?’

‘Hey, don’t repeat all those nonsense. I’m resolved to achieve my goal with this boy.’

‘But he is only a k** and I’m afraid to loot innocence.’

‘Come on, he is already 20. Once you had a look at his growth, you’d come to know.’

‘No I don’t want to.’

‘Look, he is an orphan too. And he won’t go anywhere or breathe out.’

There was no sound for some time. Then I heard footsteps approaching me. Inspector woke me up and told me to go into madam’s room. I obeyed and went in. Madam told me to bolt the door. I did. But then she told me to lie down on the floor and sleep. I followed.

It went like that for thee days. On the fourth day morning, inspector called me to his room. He wanted to know whether I had intercourse with his wife. I didn’t know what to say, buy he guessed. He pulled me to him and pushed down my trousers. My cock raised its head and nodded at him.

‘Let her go to hell. Why should I waste you, my godsend?’

Inspector knelt in front of me and took my cock into his mouth. I held his head for support and the sucking went on nicely. Soon I was drawn in to the lust wave and was slowly fucking his sucking mouth. By then I noticed the door opened and madam standing there. Our eyes met and locked for a moment and then she had gone. It was so quick that I thought it was only my imagination. So I pushed it away from my mind and pulled me back to fill the milking mouth.

In the night, madam called me to her bed and told me to press her legs. I obeyed eagerly. She wanted to know whether I was truly an orphan. I said yes, because that’s how I was answering the world from the very first day I flee my home.

She hiked her gown to expose more of her legs to be massaged. I followed enthusiastically. She was on her stomach. Her thighs were plump, smooth and wheat white. My pecker stirred in my pajamas.

Few minutes later, she hiked her gown further to expose her big-big orbs of buttocks. Breathless I was, but attended to her with the attention of my cock. It might have exited her; she divided her thighs to permit my fingers to move below. Under her wheat colored orbs appeared her husky brown lips. I didn’t fail to touch and feel them, as if accidentally.

Suddenly she turned on her back and her shaved prominent cunt blocked and dragged my vision. Looking at her fleshy mound I had to wet my parched lips. She pulled her gown over her head and tossed it off. Her big-big boobs swung forth. I started trembling in anticipation.

‘Come on in my boy, fuck me out, if that’s what you want’ she invited by her coarse voice and at the same time by her spreading thighs. That appeared vulgar for a lady like her. And it maddened me. I tore off my dresses and dived in between her thighs. And my cock plunged in smoothly and deeply.

I fucked her as a long starved lustful man. She too had an urgency to quench her thirst it seemed; she raised her hips and reciprocated fervently. I kneaded her big breasts, sucked at her long nipples and fucked and fucked at her hot hungry cunt. Soon she was at her peak and I could sense the tremor in her body. She gasped, stiffened and collapsed down.

I didn’t stop my powerful thrusts but speeded up. The morning suck I had from the inspector helped in my prolonging. She convulsed under me as if she was in great pain and was moaning continuously. Her breasts hardened as shot-put balls. For a big mass such as they were, it was unbelievable. Her nipples stood as hard as my thumbs. Her sheath was steaming and streaming around my sliding cock and I was floating through a groundless grip. And it ended up as too much to bear and I ejaculated and collapsed on her, writhing like a fish out of water.

She enfolded me into her arms and legs, and rested me on her, to perspire in bliss. And she searched out my mouth with hers and locked me further.

Next day madam told her husband to stay away from me for I had become her property. Inspector blinked at first but jumped up next in happiness. Yet he was suspicious. And he expressed so. Madam, in fury, pushed me down on my back, pulled out my cock, and mounted me, in front of him.

Inspector was much pleased, but left the scene because the act of cock-in-cunt was not of his taste.

I was employed in fucking madam continuously for three months. And it bore its fruit. Inspector achieved his goal. Madam conceived. And everybody was happy including me.

But fate took on its course. Inspector k**napped me from his own house and put me in a southbound train and warned me that he would shoot me down if he happened to see my head again in Baroda. I left Baroda and my meager belongings in madam’s house.

I got down next day morning on the bank of Godhavari, took bath in the great river and roamed empty handed. A man took me to an ashram for a free meal. I liked it. No work, no worry, nice bath in Godhavari and two meals a day in the ashram. I decided to stay in the ashram, but the chief monk called me in and wanted to know from me if I wanted to be a monk. Only a monk is allowed to stay there permanently. I consented.

My steadfastness was tested for a mandala (42 days) and then I was given diksha. Once I’ve enrolled into the fold, the secrets of the ashram were revealed to me. I stayed there happily for 18 months. Bnd my fate awakened to take its course.

Inspector from Baroda arrived there and wanted to take me back to Baroda. I refused, but he took me back on his gunpoint.

Madam was sitting on her bed in her room and a baby was sleeping on a cradle nearby. Tears welled up in her eyes as soon as she spotted me. And inspector left us to be alone and closed the door. I was standing there as an idiot in my monk’s robe.

‘Dev? Vasudev? Are you not Vasudev?’ asked madam.

And I was alarmed. ‘But how? How do you know?’

She ran up to me and fell on my chest and cried. I was completely confused. She led me to her bed and took out a photograph from under her pillow and put it in my hand. It was one of my belongings I left in that house. It was my family photo. All were there: my father, mother, elder sister, younger sister and I.

‘How do you come to know us? Who are you?’ I wondered.

She pointed her finger at my mother in the photograph. And the photograph slipped off my hand. I was taken aback. She fell on me once again and burst into sobs. Tears poured out of my eyes too.

Once we overcome our emotions, she led me to the cradle and showed me the sleeping c***d, ‘Look at the beauty, your son’.

‘I’m sorry, mom, it wouldn’t have happened if I had known that you were my real mother.’

She covered my mouth with her hand and said, ‘No ifs and buts. I must say that I owe my life to the inspector, who saved it and guarding me so far. I became his wife as a safe step for I knew he would not touch a woman in his life. But of late he wanted to have a c***d by me to show the world that he is potent too. In fact, I wanted to help him boosting his image, but at the same time I didn’t like to bed with another man. But one has to believe in fate. I came out of my shell on account of you, unaware of our blood link.’

‘O ma, I never imagined I’d meet you in my life.’

‘Me too, but then why did you say that you were an orphan?’

I told her briefly my runaway story. She took me in her arms and soothed me, ‘It’s all the game of fate.’

‘How come the inspector agreed to bring me back?’ I wondered.

‘I told him that I would open-out the secret of the baby to the world otherwise,’ my mother cleared.

I cuddled in her embrace. She kissed me first on my forehead and then on my lips. The kiss on my lips lingered long.

‘Ma, now we’ve come to know we’re mom and son.’

‘That’s why I kissed you first on your forehead; but next on your mouth because you’re also my lover, who fathered my son.’

I didn’t stand on her way thereafter. She locked me in her hot wet kiss and ran her fingers on my crotch. My cock jumped under my robe.

Breaking her kiss she said, ‘It’ll be terrific for us to fuck, knowing we are real mom and son.’

So, on her guidance, I entered her. Her cunt was slimy and slippery like the floor of Puri Jagannath Temple, where cooked rice was spilled and trodden by human feet. And we fucked. The heat, the love and all our movements in and out, it was terrific. Even after ejaculation I didn’t have the mind to pull out my depleted cock off her cunt.

‘Ma, what you said was true.’ I gasped. ‘It was unbelievably terrific.’

‘Didn’t I tell you?’ Mom patted my cheeks and pulled at them. ‘It was terrific the way you fucked, O my..!’

‘And I tasted your milk too, ma,’ I told her excitedly, ‘your boobs are full of milk.’

She pecked at my lips and pushed my head down to her boobs. ‘A breast feeding mother has to give the balance milk to the father of her c***d,’ she said. I sucked at her thumb-sized nipples, drawing in her thin sweet milk. Mom ran her fingers through my hair and said, ‘you remind me of my dad. He too was mad after my milk pots.’

‘O ma, what do you mean? May be a slip of tongue. I think it was my dad; not yours.’

‘Not a slip of tongue, but I’ve to admit he was also your dad, your grand dad,’ she flashed me a nasty smile.


Smiling, my mother opened another part of her/my story.

“It happened first when I was 20 years old. Delivered my first baby, I had to stay a bit long at my parent’s home. My in-laws were struggling to build up their business at that juncture. My first baby, your elder sister, was two years old then and yet hadn’t given up feeding at my breasts.

“Neighbors advised me to wean my c***d for her better growth. So, I stopped my breastfeeding, but had come by with a peculiar problem. My breasts had swelled with unfed milk. My neighbors told me to milk them out, but they were so painful even to touch. I didn’t know what to do and was crying with my unbearable pain.

“There was where my father came forward to give me the relief. He bolted the door and sat beside me. He didn’t touch me; just put his head down, took my nipple by his lips and started sucking at it. That was all. In half an hour I was alright.

“I had to seek his help once in the night also. He readily agreed. That time he held my boobs and gave a gentle squeeze. It went like that for two more days, with some variations in his grip and squeeze. And on the third day while he was sucking at my breasts, he took my hand and placed it on his erection. I was shocked.

‘It’s wrong, papa.’ I said, pulling away my hand.

‘Only a mutual help: I suck your milk and you suck mine.’

“He exposed his cock. And it was a big beautiful tool. My mouth and cunt started watering.

‘But, papa, I’m your daughter…’

‘Since your mother died, I’m struggling to find a let out. These servant maids are all after money and I’m vexed.’

“I considered his condition and petition and decided to help him.

“I lowered my head and took his thing into my mouth and sucked at it from tip to base and base to tip. He groaned in pleasure. It took only 5 minutes and he discharged in my mouth. He thanked me with tears. I took him into my embrace and kissed him saying, ‘Don’t worry, papa, you can even take me if you feel like.’

“He didn’t waste time. He raised my dress up above my hips, pulled down my panties and admired at my young hairy mound. ‘Oh mother goddess, you look big everywhere. Big boobs! Big thighs! And so is your broad bulged cunt. Let papa to have a lick at your creamy cake, otherwise I’d die.’

‘You are shockingly vulgar, pa.’

‘I can’t help; I’m mad after you.’

“I opened up my thighs and he dived into my pussy folds. He lapped me like a honey hunter licking at his hand, front and back. Within no time he conjured up my cunt to give out juices flooding his mouth.

“His wonderful cock was ready already. He placed his bulbous head at my flooded gate and poised for a full minute as if ruminating. Losing my patience, I pulled him down by his buttocks. His eel lodged into my slurry hole to make me gasp in pleasure.

He started moving in and out. A fantastic feeling it was: his stone hard thickness stretching my vaginal walls and his bulbous head nudging through my cervix.

‘Fuck me dad, fuck me deep. You’re making my weeping cunt crazy after your hard long cock.’

“And he doubled me up and fucked so deep to drive the hell out of my hot flowing cunt. I lost all my senses and bubbled out with vulgar words and soon clung to him in a superb climax. He emptied his hot syrup in to my sweet depths.

‘No need to go behind the servant maids hereafter, papa, I’m here to serve you.’

‘I’m lucky. You’re a great fuck, daughter, what a pussy oh what a pussy!’

“I kissed him and bound him with me.

“Thereafter I kept him as my lover and entertained my cunt with him. I filled in him the emptiness left by my mother’s death. He filled in me by emptying his seeds of life. Soon the milk in my breasts dried up and my womb came alive with a baby. Yes, my son, I conceived you from the seeds of my own father.

“My father sold his properties and helped my in-laws in their business. I took my father to live with my in-laws. They happily accepted him. Every secret has to come out one day. But I am still unable to believe what happened that day. It was my father-in-law, who busted in on one of our daughter-dad adventures. He didn’t say anything, but rushed out. We didn’t bother. We resolved to face.

“My dad and I decided to go south and live there openly as husband and wife, but the only problem was that we sold all our properties and put into our in-laws’ business.

“I must say it was only a miracle that my husband rushed in and kissed me fervently as a new found lover. I didn’t catch up with the situation first. Then my husband made it clear to my father and me that he and his father too were the products of an i****t family.

“That made everything straight. And thereafter I fucked with all three cocks at my home: my father, my father-in-law and my husband. And it used to be an orgy most of the time: filling my three holes each with a cock. When I conceived my third c***d i.e. Your younger sister, I had no idea who fathered her.

One day when my youngest c***d was 3 years old, I went to a temple with my father, leaving the c***dren at home. In the temple, out of blue, I experienced an urge to fuck. My father too expressed the same. We couldn’t help but fucked in front of the deity. And it was such a terrific fuck. We were hurling vulgar words at one another. Suddenly stones started hurling at us. A crowd of people surrounded us. They bounced on us and killed my father on the spot. I managed to ran away and escape.

But it seemed I reached Baroda city by a westbound train. Inspector spotted and rescued me from a gang, which sells girls to Mumbai red light area. I was completely out of mind. I couldn’t recollect anything from my past. Inspector put me in a hospital and saved me. f******n long years he looked after me. When my old memories returned, I told the inspector all about my family hiding my side of i****t. He, as a true friend, took me to our native place and alas I couldn’t trace out our family.

And here I am face to face with my beloved son but as my newfound lover.

My mother concluded her story, kissed me and bound me with her limbs. I was shell shocked by her revelations. She fucked her father and gave birth to me and fucked me her son and gave birth to my son. Unbelievable, four generations!

‘Certainly there is a difference in i****t lovemaking,’ my mother said. ‘I felt it then with my dad and I feel it now with you, my son.’

‘I agree with you, but why is it so?’

‘It’s so because, I think, 1) a family member naturally cares more, 2) a family member doesn’t impose strictures and 3) it gives extreme pleasure in breaking taboos.’

‘You are right, ma. We are born free; yet it’s sad we formulated laws and got entrapped in them. Let’s encourage i****t and break these unnatural laws.’

My cock stirred and extended into my mom’s cunt. She was pleasantly adjusted herself for our rejuvenated fuck. We then immersed into us.

Inspector agreed to my mother’s suggestion to have me as her permanent lover. We never revealed our blood relation to the inspector. And we lived like real lovers.

But our inspector sahib died soon after in a cross fire during a raid on terrorists. And fate again took it course to displace me. Luckily the inspector registered my mother as the benefactor of his properties. We sold them and moved south.

I started a small business in Chennai and lived happily with my mom and our boy. We lived together 14 years. And my mom died on a hospital bed when she was 57 years old.

When I completed my recounting, I myself was in want of a cunt. And Bhavana the cunt in front of me was no doubt ready. She was sitting there with her thighs apart showing her panty with a big wet patch. On her perspired face, her lips were quivering. She was speechless but aloud in her lusting.

I touched her shoulder. She shuttered. My hand slipped and rested on her breast. She stiffened. Her breaths were laborious and quick. I took her heaving breasts in my hands, but they were as hard as coconut fruits. I pulled her on me and kissed her quivering lips.

She crushed her body against mine expressing her impatience to be fucked. I held her buttocks and pressed them. My erection pressed against her abdomen.

She broke the kiss and urged me, ‘Fuck me, uncle. I want you to do me what my mom is doing your son.’

That was her excuse to get fucked.

It was my prayer room where we were. There was no electric light in that room, but only oil lamps. It was lit on that day with 108 oil flames. The wavering light and dark shade had given it a dreamy look. The smell of flowers, camphor, incense and burning oil gave us a heady lung.

I disrobed her and laid her naked on the tiger skin, meant for my meditation. She was lying there as a rose garland. It looked as if the tiger skin had attained the nirvana. I got myself in to nirvana (nakedness) and squatted in between the spread out thighs of the rose garland. Like a full bloomed rose her pussy was smiling at me. And in earnest, her clitoris was peeping out.

It was not the first time that I had the luck to look at a nude virgin. I had had my younger sister, but then I didn’t have the patience to appreciate. And Bhavana, with her big-big boobs and thighs and pudendum, looked like my mom in her teen. And I couldn’t help but imagining that I was going to take the cherry of my own mother.

I held her boobs that were looking up with her nipples pointing the roof. And I placed my cock head at her fissure. It sensed the heat. I gave a shove, but as I expected it was not getting in.

All the lamps there were burning in caster oil. And castor oil is the one the grooms carry in to their first night room in olden days to break in the virgin cunts. I took the warm oil from a near by lamp and applied it in to her vaginal crack. Also I oiled my cock head and more inches. Then at her gate I put my tip as fulcrum and applied my weight. It gave way. I felt a thin stream of warm blood bathing my balls.

‘Ah, uncle, it’s killing…O…o…’

I stopped. ‘Shall I withdraw, darling?’

‘No…o…o, but…’

‘Don’t panic, it’s your first time, that’s all. I’ll take care.’

And then I bored in slowly, inch by inch, until my balls hit against her buttocks. And then I didn’t move. Tears were running out of the corner of her eyes. I kissed those corners and murmured, ‘It’s all over. Be cheerful.’

She tried to smile, but her lips twisted in pain. So I remained motionless. It was an impossible task to have a tight cunt around your cock but not to fuck.

Few minutes later she herself stirred from under. I looked into her eyes. She smiled, this time without the trace of her pain. I got her message and I moved, of course, slowly to start with. And the gloved grip of her sheath around my cock was…O God!

‘It’s alright, uncle, move faster.’

That was what I longed for. I increased my speed and my cock delighted in its play. It was long time since I fucked. After my mom it was only Bhavana; none in between. And Bhavana was so fresh and tight. I fucked her cunt like a first time schoolboy. But I applied my experience in building her orgasm. I didn’t want to let her hang.

And I did succeed. Bhavana was fucking back with her upward movements. I smiled and winked at her. She blushed but didn’t stop her movements.

‘You feel comfortable?’ I asked.

‘I feel delightful,’ she answered.

I took her boobs one by one into my mouth and sucked. ‘You resemble in every department my mom, you know?’ I told her.

‘Am I? Fuck me then as you fucked your mom all these years.’

‘Yes, mom, here I go.’ I obeyed.

It was a fantasy we stumbled in. And that clicked like anything. All of the erotic and exotic memories of my mom flowed across my mind. I fucked with force like a man in fits. And the cunt I fucked floated in hot current.

‘Mummi ko chodho, beta, aur faat dalo uski choot (Fuck your mom, son, and tear down her cunt.)’ crying aloud she shivered as if in high fever. And her cunt flooded with hot slime.

Neither could I hold back nor did I want to. And I erupted into her. And it was a tremendous relief. My body down poured with sweat. I kissed her and she kissed me back.

And we became lovers.

When Bhavana lost her grand father cum father, she blamed it on me. I didn’t argue. Her story on the Himalayan deity raised a doubt in me. I wanted to meet her mother and Bhavana brought me here.

Uncle Dev stopped his story abruptly at this point. I expressed, “Uncle, it’s not fair: You’ve not properly concluded.”

Uncle Dev cleared his throat and continued, “Bhavana brought me here and introduced me to her mom. Her mom looked at me as if I have arrived from another planet. She didn’t receive me or said a word; but hurried away in to a nearby room. Bhavana was upset. I told Bhavana to cool down. And I entered the room where her mother was. And to her mother, I apologized for my thoughtless love with her daughter. She forgave me on the ground that she too had her affair with my son, in the same way. We opened up our minds and found out that we had similar tastes. So we married and allowed our c***dren also…”

“Enough, Dev, enough,” busted in aunt Saroj, “it’s time to open up our secret. Listen c***dren, I’ll tell you what happened, on that day. When I saw Bhavana brought in Dev, I recognized him at once, and was hit by an emotional wave. I sought where to weep; and I entered into my room and wept there. Dev followed me in; and I fell on him and we kissed again and again and wept together.”

Bhavana cut in, “In that case, you knew uncle in advance, ma?”

Her mother smiled, but her eyes were bordered with tears. “Who wouldn’t know one’s own brother?”

I was stunned by the sudden proved link. Bhavana fell on her mom and beat her like a mad c***d. My mother pulled the girl and took her to her bosom and Bhavana broke down. Rahul too was on tears, sitting on one side.

“It was not our intension to hide you anything, dear c***dren, but we were waiting you to mature.” Saroj aunty said. “And mean time, Devika entered our life.”

“We were thrilled, when we heard from Devika, of her mother-brother love,” Uncle Dev chimed in. “We at once resolved to marry Rahul to Devika; and Bhavana to Devika’s brother. We traveled to her home. And you know what?” Uncle Dev looked around.

“What?” I questioned him in a silly voice.

“We found to our pleasure, at Devika’s home, our own didi (elder sister). Yes, Devika’s mom turned out to be our didi.” Uncle Dev concluded.

There was a pin drop silence.

I took it first as a joke, but by the look of my brother Anand it dawned on me.

And I turned myself about from them, and wept. Aunt Saroj understood my emotions and took me to her lap and kissed me. “Devika darling, you’re also a gem of this family and it’s you who has brought us all together.”

I quieted down from my sobbing and tried to make a smile. “No auntie, the credit must go to Bhavana. It was she who had brought uncle and it was she who had brought me and that which led to my mother, your sister.”

Bhavana looked up at me with great affection. And she stretched her arms and I went into them. In no time everybody was in every ones arms.

Once our emotions were subsided Rahul asked my mom, “Auntie, now it’s your turn. Would you tell us what made you to run away from granddad’s home?”

My mom looked at every one and smiled. “So you want to hear out my story also. Ok, then, have it.” And she started narrating:

Dad was very kind to me, of course, no doubt. But I had become pregnant and was afraid that if dad came to know he would ask me to abort the baby. I wanted to have it. So I ran away from home with a man who was in love with me more than a year then. He was a South Indian and he brought me to this part of the country. He married me and we had our first baby, a boy, named after my dad, Anand.

Two years since, one day, my husband told me that he wanted to have a second baby, a girl this time. I laughed and told him to try his best. But he shocked me with his reply.

He said, ‘Manju, if I’m able to, why should I ask for your permission? I know I’m sterile. I was tested a number of times and I know it too well.”

‘But I don’t see any thing wrong with you.’ I said.

‘I know there is nothing wrong with my organ or my desires. What I mean is I’m germ-free; no way capable of giving you a baby.’

‘But we’ve a boy already…’

‘Let’s not go into that,’ pat was his reply. ‘But I promise I’ll never go into it and ask you, who fathered him.’

I sprang up in shock and ran into the next room. I threw myself face down on the floor and was rocked by the waves of shame. I didn’t go to his bed, that night. And I couldn’t get a sleep either. Old memoirs, I thought I had done with, waved in:

It was our dad who made me pregnant. It was my eighteenth birthday. Dad bought me new dresses. It was early in the morning. I got up, took bath and was naked in front of the mirror, powdering my armpits. Suddenly, behind me there, was our dad. I went numb. But he kissed my temple and said, ‘What a big woman you have grown into!’ and gone.

By the time I was ready, dad was busy with Dev and Saroj to see them off to school. Dad had told me the previous day that he wanted to take me to a temple on my birthday.

On our way to the temple, I reminded him, ‘Dad, you were telling that you would take me to a temple in Himalayas on my 18th birthday.”

‘That’s right. Not on your birthday, but at your 18th year. This whole year we can go. But I tell you the temple where we go today is part of that Himalayan temple. The deity here in this temple is called ‘Nagnadevika’, who indeed would come as a crane in Himalayas to show us the route to ‘Swargadwaar’. So I thought it would be apt if we pray here on this memorable day.’

The temple was an old one and a ruin. From the memoirs narrated by Saroj and Dev you can easily guess that it was the same temple, where our father was first initiated by his mother; and Saroj was broken in by Dev; and fucked after by dad on the day he married her; and, later, Rahul was initiated by Saroj on dad’s insistence. Such was its connection with our family.

We went into the temple. It was a deserted one. Inside the holy chamber we lighted up an oil lamp. And in the light the deity emerged in her granite nudity. I felt a current of hotness slowly crept into my body as if I was getting charged to spend it on someone nearby. Dad prostrated in front of the deity. I followed him, but on my knees and elbows, keeping my breasts and pussy off the ground, as it is an injunction to women. When dad stood up, I could notice in his dhoti an up tent in front. My boobs likewise were taut and swelled as well was my creaming pussy.

Dad murmured in my ears, ‘The name of the deity is Nagnadevika (naked goddess); we ought to pray in our nakedness.’

I was happy to get out of my cloths. Once naked, I looked stealthily at dad’s side. He was huge. His cock was double the size of a banana I used a week back to masturbate. I was scared, though I wanted to have a fuck by it.

‘O my young woman, your upturned boobs and puffed out cunt are too much,’ dad lamented, ‘I want to break in you here and now, but I have the duty to preserve you for Swargadwaar.’

Though I was scared by the size of his cock, I got depressed by his intention to postpone the fuck he wanted to have. Such was the effect of lust on me, aroused by that goddess. I pleaded, ‘But papa, you said this temple is part of that temple.’

‘Yes, that’s true, but your first fuck ought to be up in Himalayas.’

‘But, papa, I’m itching to be fucked now. If you’re not going to do it here and now, I’ll find some other cock out there. Where then is the question of my first fuck in Himalayas?’ I said arrogantly.

Dad didn’t talk after that. He took me in his hands and right away sucked at my breasts. His cock was hitting at my abdomen and drawing wet lines with its secretions. I enjoyed his hands pressing at my bums. I put my hand in between, held his cock and pushed it down to my vagina. ‘How many days had I masturbated imagining a cock and here is a real big one, by the grace of goddess!’ I thought.

‘I admit, I too had the urge to fuck you here and now,’ my father interrupted. ‘As you said, if you seek out some other cock… Why should I lose my beautiful doll to some other brute? My dream to go to Swargadwaar may not come true in this birth, but it can wait in the face of my daughter’s offer.’

Dad lowered me on the granite floor. Spread-eagled was I, lying there at the feet of goddess, to be taken by my dad. He knelt in between my stretched out thighs and bend his head and kissed at my pussy blossom. I raised my hips an inch as a gesture and he licked at my slit with a few quick swipes.

Then he stretched on me, placing his big mushroom head of his penis at my slit. He gave a push, but it didn’t get in. He tried three four times, but failed. He was about to get up and I was alarmed. I pulled him down.

‘What are you getting up for? I’ll not allow you to get off. Fuck me, dad. Put it in.’

‘Manju darling, your hole is narrow. Let me put some oil. I will not leave this place without stuffing your little pussy with papa’s big thing and emptying my balls into your craving hot pit.’

That made sense. He took some warm oil from the burning lamp and applied it into my slot and on his cock. He wiped dry his oiled fingers on the back his head. And he placed his big cock head again at my opening and gave a mighty push. This time I too loosened my cunt hole to help him in. And that worked out. An inch of his cock got through the neck of my cunt. I felt a sharp pain, but it was momentary. He stopped and gasped but didn’t give up. Another push. And another inch got in. I encouraged him by lifting up my pussy and pushing against. He put down his weight and inch-by-inch the whole length nudged in and filled up my sheath. Now it was my turn to gasp.

‘Oh, what a tight hole yours is! It’s so clamped around the full length of my cock, I doubt if I can move it.’

‘O papa, don’t say this and that. Fuck me and just fuck.’ I pulled at him.

He moved his cock in and out and that was the sweetest sensation I had in my life. I lifted my buttocks and fucked him back. Time went by.

Roof of that holy chamber had eight stone carvings in eight directions, depicting celestial nymphs fucked by bearded saints, in different postures.

I wanted to be fucked by my dad in all those postures. And here, in real, his fatty cock is splitting the hell of my cunt. I felt a tremendous bliss through my abdomen and it shook my whole body. Time stood still. And I collapsed on the ground. Dad didn’t stop his drive, but speeded up instead. I was moaning and moaning. And suddenly he crushed his pelvis at my groins and let out a cry like a bull. His cock head swelled out of proportions against the tender walls of my cunt and burst opened a floodgate, which filled me with hot gushing lava.

A few minutes later, regaining my senses, I said, ‘Thank you pa.’

‘What a great fuck, Manju beti, and such a tight sheathed fuck I never had in my life before. Will you allow me to fuck your pussy, hereafter, again and again?’

‘Sure, dad. I had never imagined fucking would give me this much pleasure. My pussy is yours. Promise me, you will not seek any other slut.’

‘Why should I? I promise in front of this naked goddess that I will not quench my thirst but with your tight sheathed pussy.’

‘Give me something as a token of your promise.’ I wanted to register.

He removed a golden ring from his little finger, raised it and said, ‘This ring will be the token of my promise I made on the day I opened my daughter’s virgin cunt with my fatherly cock at the temple of our goddess Nagnadevika.’ And he put it on my left hand ring finger.

And we kissed and he was exited like a just married groom. I showed him the stone carvings on the temple roof. And together we registered them in our minds.

And at home we forgot not to put them into practice. It was so fulfilling a sexual life I had with our dad. We assumed a life of a husband and wife and looked after Dev and Saroj as our c***dren. Every night I slept in his bed and had him in my cunt the way I fancied.

But there was a lover, a South Indian, who was after me all my school finals. I liked him, of course, for his good looks and his position. He was an engineer doing some power project in our region. But then I was mad after my father too because of his pleasure drills.

I didn’t keep away my cunt even a single night from the pleasure play of my dad’s cock-strokes. And in three months I had the fruit of our action. I was pregnant. I didn’t tell my dad. I thought he would fear the world and destroy the baby. But I wanted to have his baby as a token of our love. That’s how I came to the decision to run away with the South Indian engineer.

Promptly, by then, the engineer’s project came to an end and I left the place with him.

With a nice heartening flashback like that one would not be ashamed to admit her past. I prepared to face my husband and the consequences. Next day, early in the morning, I woke up my husband with coffee in my hand. He was startled by my call. And the redness in his eyes proved his sleepless night.

I waited till he took his coffee. And then I sat on the edge of his bed. ‘I’m sorry. I never had the courage to come out with the truth. But then why should I be open and destroy your peace, when I have no intention to whore out of you? It was my father, I admit, who fathered our son.’ I confessed.

I could read the shock in his face. He pulled me to his chest and patted me at my back. ‘I pity you. It could have been a horrible experience, a daughter being m*****ed by her own father. I had saved you indeed. I’m proud of it. Never mind, I’ll bring up Anand like my own son.

I let out a sigh of relief. It took another course and solved itself. Poor man my husband, he didn’t ever know how much I loved my dad and that was the only reason why I eloped with him. He didn’t even know that Anand was my father’s name.

I then slowly opened the other topic of having one more c***d. His face lit up.

‘I was thinking of having a girl c***d,’ he said.

‘When you are so sure of your germless condition, what is the alternative?’ I inquired.

‘I came to know it from a reliable source. I hope you’ve heard about the baba (religious saint) in Andhra Pradesh. It seems he is bestowing this sort of wishes. Only thing we have to stay there two three months in his ashram. It’s a spiritual way; no whoring.’

‘I agree, let’s try, nothing wrong.’

And we proceeded to Andhra Pradesh. We got appointment with the baba and had his dharsan too. They had allotted us a residential hut, where we had to cook our own meals. They took me to a clinic and a complete set of test was conducted: all scientific; nothing like spiritual.

The third day, baba called me alone. ‘Would you keep our holy secrets for ever?’ was his question.

‘I will.’

‘Swear in the name of goddess.’

‘I swear.’

‘You will be put in a dark room. God will come in the guise of a young man. Don’t try to make out his identities and don’t ever reveal your identities or address. Is that ok with you?’


‘You can go now. Don’t tell your husband anything. Come in the evening taking a perfumed bath. Cleanliness is important.’

In the evening I was sent into a dark chamber. It was so dark that I was not able to assess even the size of the room. I was blinking. Suddenly I heard a low male voice. I responded. He located me and led me to a soft bed. It was only six seven steps to the bed, but our bodies dashed with one another in the dark and it thrilled me.

Once we seated on our bed, he took my hand and placed it on a warm long hardness. I perceived immediately what it was. I ran my fingers though its length and girth. Its bulbous head smeared a sticky wetness on my palm.

‘Ithi neekosaram, ishtamaayanda?’ he said something like that in Telugu. I told him that I could follow only Hindi but to some extend Tamil. Then he repeated it in Hindi, ‘Yah tumareliye. Pasand hai? (It’s yours. Like it?)’ He said this in a husky voice.

‘It’s huge; I’m going to like it.’ I replied in the same husky tone.

‘You are also huge, at your boobs and thighs,’ he said running his hands all over my boobs and thighs. ‘Why don’t you undress?’

In no time I was naked in his hands, willingly. He pressed at my breasts and sucked at them. He squeezed my thighs and buttocks and ran his hand on my mound of Venus. I kissed allover his face and at his mouth. He had no mustache, but long hair. He was very young. His body was hard as board but his skin was soft.

‘Your pussy is bulged out like a burger,’ he said, ‘And would be great to have a mouthful.’

‘Hush,’ I interrupted, ‘Not like a swamiji at an ashram.’

‘A swamiji indeed. Premananda Swamy going to fuck Amruthananda Mayi.’

I laughed at his absurdity. But who knows, he could be a hired hand. He traced my cunt with his mouth and started eating it fervently. I started pulling at his long hairs and yielding him my drooling snatch. He seemed to be more interested in sucking at my slit, but forgot not to provoke at my clitoris. I squirmed and urged him to put his cock in to my sheath.

He laid himself on his back and pulled me over him. ‘If you want it so urgently, then take the mantle and fuck me as you like.’

I mounted on him and fed his cock into my eager cunt-hole. I rode him like an experienced jockey. Dad, in those three months I fucked him, liked to have me mostly in this position; now this young lover too is of the same taste, I ruminated.

His stiffness, moving up and down, was stretching my dripping vagina. And he was pressing and pulling at my breasts. It was like a blind man leading a blind man and falling into a pit of honey.

In less than 10 minutes I groaned and collapsed on his chest. He rolled me on my back and continued our fucking from an attacking position. I never stopped my moaning and my cunt was frothing at his forceful strokes. I was heading to my second peak when he matched his outlet and filled my pit with his seeds.

We fucked three times in that night.

Next day, to my husband’s query, I told him it was only a prayer they conduct exclusively for women. Poor husbands, willing their wives for strangers to fuck!

And I observed a gratification in the women devotees there. We women exchanged a secret smile of understanding among ourselves.

My fuck with my darkroom lover continued in different positions. But he refused to fuck my cunt on three specific days. Those were the 13, 14, and 15th days counting from the first day of my menstrual cycle. He said, if fertilization took place of the fuck on those days, then it would produce a male c***d. What a golden rule! (I recommend, readers, to practice it and have the baby of your choice. In ignorance of this human knowledge, if there is a verse in any religious book, to prove God, let it remain as a proof to their ignorance). On those three days he allowed me to suck at his cock and gulp down his semen. Since he was very fond of my fleshy cunt, he locked me in the 69 position and ate my pussy earnestly.

My menstrual cycle stopped the next month. But my darkroom lover didn’t stop his flooding my vagina. After 45 days elapsed my urine was tested and my pregnancy was confirmed. My husband’s happiness was beyond limit. I was happy on one side for having conceived my second c***d but sad on the other side that the time had come to part with my darkroom lover.

Even after confirmation of my pregnancy, they gave me one day to be with my lover. As soon as we met on that night, I leaned on his broad bare chest and started crying. He consoled me and talked long on the pain of losing me. I thanked his cock by kissing it again and again. He kissed at my cunt again and again and thanked it for receiving his seed to produce his baby. We were not satisfied at all. We fucked our soul out.

‘Being a sanyasi, I shouldn’t ask this. But give me something to keep in your memory.’

I had only my mangalsutra on my neck. Nothing else. And then I remembered that I had a ring on one of my fingers: a snake shaped one given to me by my father at the Nagnadevika temple. I removed it and gave it to him. He showed his happiness by kissing me. And I couldn’t get anything from him for he was a man of nothing.

He said, ‘I have given you the most precious thing, my c***d in your womb.’

And we returned from Andhra Pradesh and in ten months time I gave birth to Devika.

My husband believed that she was conceived in a spiritual way and would bring good luck one day. And it has been proved now.

My mom Manjuladevi stopped at this point and thought she had concluded her story, but Rahul raised his voice, “Auntie, you’ve not yet told us how come the gun of Anand in your holster.”

At that all others laughed. I looked at my brother. He looked back at me and our eyes were locked. I felt a tweak at the nervous center of my cunt. I lowered my head.

My mom cleared her throat again and started her narration:

My husband earned some money working in gulf countries and we could build the house we live now, and purchase some agricultural land 15 km away from our town. My husband died in an accident when I was at my 30th year. I could have remarried, but I decided against in order to bring up my beloved c***dren.

One day I took Anand with me to have a look at our fields. He was 18 years old then. We had sugarcanes on our lands in that year. We were walking on the northern boundary of our field where Anand toed a stone and fell down. And then, to our surprise, the stone looked like a statue covered by earth and grass. Anand dug it up and, to my astonishment; I was face to face with something like Nagnadevika. It was a small size statue of a naked goddess.

Anand went into the field to wash that statue off mud. I waited, but in the mean time I felt the well-known hotness building up in my body. I went into the field in search of my son. And there, near the canal, my son was standing naked with the statue in one hand and his mammoth erection in the other hand.

As I knew why it was, I went near, took the statue from his hand and placed it down. I knelt in front of my son and took his erection into my mouth. He groaned at my action, but showed his liking by moving his thing to and fro through my lips grip. My cunt and mouth were watering in the face of my situational luck.

I noticed a patch of lush green grass on my left. The spot was well hidden by the tall sugarcanes. I got up, made myself as naked as the goddess and spread my sari on the grass patch and invited my son over there. He was staring at my big-big boobs and pleasure garden.

I pulled him towards me by his cock and wanted to know, ‘Is this your first encounter or had you have experience?’

His lips quivered but words didn’t come out. I lay on my back and stretched my thighs in an inviting gesture. He stepped in and hovered on me. I pulled him down. He fumbled his cock with my cunt. And it was a clear indication that he was at his first fuck.

I rolled him off on his back and straddled him. My favorite position, trained well by our dad. His cock stood far bigger than that of my husband and as big as of my father. The size itself delighted me. I held it and guided its huge head into my tunnel. And I slid down on it to fill up my cunt to its very depth. I gave my boobs in his hands and shoved my cunt on his cock. And I moved my buttocks up and down. His hardness, stretching through my tunnel, and its broad head hitting against my womb gate, triggered my cunt to surge in bliss.

My son, pressing and squeezing at my breasts, fucked back at my cunt from below. As my cunt seeped in its secretions his cock swam through its greasy grip. Suddenly, then, his cock head swelled and spewed out seeds to fill up my sheath. And I collapsed sweetly on him and purred like a pet a****l in satisfaction.

He wanted to take the goddess to our home, but I said no. He installed it facing north, in the spot, where he had toed it. But by then we had our second urge to fuck. I led him to the same spot where we fucked first and, this time, I had him on top and trained him to plough my pleasure garden.

By the grace of the goddess, I had my cunt opened by our dad and opened to my son as well on his virgin fuck. Having had the taste of a young cock in my cunt, I didn’t allow my son to rest. It was something like my second honeymoon. And I taught my son all that I learned from my father and my darkroom lover. My son was keen on learning and satisfying me of all my wishes.

We went on a city tour one day. I wanted to see the new lighthouse, but the security man denied us permission. My son bribed him and we went up by the lift. From top, it was a grand view we get of the sea on one side and the city on the other side.

Suddenly my son said, ‘I want to fuck you, mom, at this elevation.’

A crazy idea it was and a dangerous one too. If we were spotted out, our story would stink, thanks to media world. But the idea was so sensational that my cunt started watering. I held my sari raised and swayed my hip at my son. ‘Come on my boy, fuck me then.’

But he insisted we both should do it in nude. And in no time he was naked, his big thing challenging me. I hesitated, but my cunt was itching to have his cock. So I too bared my secrets.

‘Which view you want to have, sea view or city view?’ my son asked me.

‘City view,’ I answered.

He made me to hold the handrail on the city view side. He came around and entered me from behind. And he fucked me like a bull. My boobs were hitting against the handrail and I was scared of his fucking force that I may fly over the handrail and land on my head in the pavement below.

‘How is the city view, mom?’

‘It’s stretched below at a mock able level.’

‘How do you feel this high point fuck, mom?’

‘As if I am flying! Fantastic! And how do you feel, my son?’

‘As if I am fucking a holy cow at the top of the world.’

‘It’s a crazy idea.’

‘What to do? Your motherly cunt drives me crazy. Ah, here I cum…’

And he lodged his cock deep in my cunt and discharged. I simmered with him. And our juices surged out of my cunt and flowed down along my inner thighs.

When we climbed down, there we found a young woman with the security man. Both were grinning at us in a sheepish manner.

‘Who is this?’ my son asked the security man.

‘Never mind, she’s my daughter-in-law. She’s come here to give me my lunch.’

We smiled at the woman and said, ‘Hello!’

The woman then raised her hand and it held a binoculars. We were shocked.

But the woman laughed and commented, ‘Super show.’

The security man tweaked one of her breast and said, ‘Top ideas come only to top class people.’

The woman laughed. And in a hurry we left the place and the city.

In our small town, at our own house, we lived and loved as free birds, till Devika spied on us on that rainy day.

My mom thus had completed her story and it was received with applause. Aunt Saroj went up to my brother Anand and hugged him.

“Like to have a lighthouse trip, Saroj?” Uncle Dev commented; at which all laughed.

“Silly, I am moved to know that he is our father’s son,” said aunt Saroj; at which all became quiet and smiled.

“But, on the whole, the only outsider is me,” I lamented, “who is not an outcome of this family seed.”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Uncle Dev shouted at me. “You are our princess, our hope and our way to the Himalayan deity.”

“So the Himalayan idea is not dropped yet?” I observed.

“A Himalayan idea it is,” said uncle Dev. “And we are starting in a day or two. And Devika is to be on guard till we reach the shrine.”

The proposal was accepted in one voice.

On an auspicious day, at an auspicious time we started our pilgrimage. It was a three days journey to Haridwaar. On the way, we happened to cross our native place. Bhavana proposed a visit to the temple ruins of Nagnadevika, but my mother advised otherwise. Mom said that the deity was a real tempter and would divert us from our path and it would end up in soiling me, who was their only hope left in the family. And she assured Bhavana a visit and a sure orgy, on our return journey, at the historical remains. And it was accepted as sensible and we moved on.

At Haridwaar, we took a dip at Ganges. The flow was cold as ice. If it was so cold at that level, how cold it would be at the height of Swargadwaar, I wondered. From Haridwaar we went up to Rishikesh, where the sacred Ganges touches the ground. There on a plateau, we approached the horse traders to get us mules for the uphill journey. Uncle Dev took Anand and Rahul to assist in his negotiation.

The man they approached called on another man, an old one, who was standing a bit apart, looking away as if in trance. “Gode ke liye lok aaye hain, Anand bhai (people have come for horses, brother Anand).”

And the old man with white hair and beard turned toward us, disinterestedly. At that instant, Bhavana flew forward and threw herself on the old man and hugged at his neck.

All of us were shocked. But that was only for a fleeting second.

Aunt Saroj followed her daughter, “Papa!” She cried. Then it dawned on us: the grand old man, the name giver of my elder brother. Didn’t they call him Anand bhai? My mother joined them and uncle Dev and Rahul, followed by my brother and me.

Grandpa was crying and laughing at the same time. All local people were watching us with interest. It took quite some time to bring our emotions under control. Finally uncle Dev pulled me apart and put me in front of his father and briefed him of our mission. I could see stars in grandpa’s eyes. He lifted me off the ground and danced, I must say. He was a big man. And I was puny in his hands.

He was moved to know the love of my mom in carrying his seed to give birth to Anand. He hugged mom and Anand his first born, through his loving daughter.

“Being alive, why didn’t you come back home, dad?” aunt Saroj asked.

“Because I resolved to have a darshan of the goddess or die in the Himalayas,” he said.

With grandfather in lead, other things fell in groove. We took 14 mules, including standbys, for 8 persons and the luggage. Outright purchase and lot of money, for the traders didn’t agree to give their a****ls on hire to such an unheard of a place.

On the way, grandpa told us how he had come alive out of the snow burial. The place he was buried by the avalanche was a running stream and it turned out to be a miraculous warm stream, which melted away the snow to help him, breath.

In a day’s journey we reached the point where we were supposed to spot the goddess Nagnadevika in the form of a crane. Anxiety gripped me of my fidelity to bring the crane out there.

And it was grandpa who spotted the crane first. The same bird, which shitted on me, that led me to Bhavana and our family and up to this point. Spotting the bird, grandpa once again danced, lifting me off the floor.

From that point we followed the bird. It flew up along the Ganges for half a day. Then arrived at the place where our grandpa was buried by snow. A stream from left was flowing into the Ganges. From there onwards the bird started flying westward and we followed it by the warm stream. On our way, with our grandpa in lead, we sang the following song:

The gateway of heaven to where we go;

The fruit of love is there to win.

To pass the path, appalls with wind and snow,

We take with us a beau virgin.

O Swargadwaarike, show us the way!

O Nagnadevike, lead us today!

It’s pure indeed the meals we make in-door

And flavored by blood relations.

Pigs run out on streets to filths and devour;

Sermonize on regulations.

O Swargadwaarike, show us the way!

O Nagnadevike, lead us today!

Cunts and cocks from afar would come and go;

Donating claps, aids in a row.

Cunts and cocks of same-same blood mellow

The home; and love and pleasures flow.

O Swargadwaarike, show us the way!

O Nagnadevike, lead us today!

Mom and dad, train your c***dren to make love

Family love would bring good luck.

Sons and fills, serve your parents in home-love

Recycling is richness; so, fuck!

O Swargadwaarike, show us the way!

O Nagnadevike, lead us today!

And we reached Swargadwaar on the fourth day since we left Haridwaar. We traveled not up and up, but deep and deep. Tunnel after tunnels we passed and the place was not at an elevation, but deep in the womb of the Himalayas. The numerous tunnels we passed led us finally in to a triangular open space, which resembled exactly as a womb. The warm water in two streams flowed down from the far two corners of the triangle, and join as a single stream at its center, to flow down eastward through the tunnels to the Ganges. It appeared we had traveled through a vaginal tunnel in to a womb space. That open space was with lush green grass, flower plants and fruit bearing trees, with charming birds and butterflies.

And in the centre, where the two streams flew in one, was a big flat rock crowned with a beautiful statue of a naked girl. The naked girl, standing on her right leg, had lifted her left leg and held it in her left hand, as in a dance stance, with her head tilted right and chin up in a trance. Her boobs were big and firm, waist narrow, hips flared out and thighs round and plump on long legs. Her vulva was chiseled in to a blooming rose revealing a secret slit. Ah!

Om, Bhagvati Swargadwaarike

Namosthute nagna naayike.

Om, Goddess of Gateway of Heaven

We salute you, naked lead-woman

Chanted my grandfather. All others followed. And the crane, which led us there, flew up and disappeared.

As grandpa told we plucked flowers and made two garlands. And we all got rid of our cloths and stepped into the sangam (confluence) to take a dip. I didn’t know how others felt, but I was a bit shy to show my properties. I had seen the nakedness of uncle Dev, Rahul, aunt Saroj and Bhavana. But of others, I hadn’t. Grandpa was an old man and his snake was sleeping head down, out of his white bush. Mommy was in good shape: her boobs and bums were the biggest and she had come well prepared, shaving her broad cunt. And it was at my brother’s cock that my eyes settled: it was as long as that of grandpa, but young and shining. I didn’t miss to notice the fire in the eyes of aunt Saroj and Bhavana, staring at his cock, the same way I did.

The water was warm, very warm, and started building up our carnal desires. I wanted to swim across into the arms of my brother, but had to restrain thinking the rituals.

Grandpa ushered us to the top of the rock. Lot of space was there. The statue of the Devi was as large as life. In front of it was an altar as wide a dining table. Grandpa applied sandal paste on my limbs and breasts and cheeks and forehead and garlanded the statue and me. Then he laid me on the altar with my head to the goddess.

And he raised a question, “Who’s right is it to initiate this virgin, among the gents present here?”

“It’s mine,” Rahul claimed, “Because I’m the one going to marry her.”

“But we follow i****t;” interrupted my mom, “In that order, her brother Anand is closer than others.”

“In that case, her father is a closer relative than her brother,” uncle Dev opined.

“But her father is a faceless man, my darkroom lover,” my mom laughed. “And who knows who he is and who can fetch him here, now?”

“I can,” replied uncle Dev and raised his right hand. In it was a ring, glittering.

“Ah, my serpent-ring!” shouted my grandpa.

All others marveled and understood what it did mean. For me it was more than a pleasant surprise. A lump I felt at my throat. Mom was in tears and rushed into her brother’s hands, kissing him fervently. “Why didn’t you tell us that it was you, when I narrated my story?” she asked uncle Dev.

“Because I had vowed at the ashram, not to open out the secrets. And now here I break my vow, in front of our goddess, for a suitable cause.”

My grandfather was apprised of the situation and he was extremely happy to know the connections. And I had a feeling of belonging. After all I was neither an outsider, nor a southerner, as I believed all these days.

“Look, Devika darling, you were lamenting of your origin,” aunt Saroj told me, “And now you turned out to be a perfect product of this family. Are you satisfied now?”

“Ham, mousi (yes, aunt).” I wept.

So it was decided that uncle Dev, my real father, to fuck me first. My mom was so happy. She herself opened the bottle and poured honey into my vaginal slot. And she poured some more honey on her right palm and was about to apply it on to Uncle Dev’s erected cock.

“Stop,” roared a female voice as a thunderclap. “I give the right to Anand Vyas the senior. His zeal to have my darshan, I favor.”

It was an oracle.

We all were stunned and frozen in fear. I jumped up; my pussy to sweat in honey.

“But, Mother Goddess, whereby shall I serve this?” Grandpa appealed in a shivering tone. “I’m well stricken in age and it ceased to be with my manhood after the manner of potent men.”

The birds all around stopped their chirping. Even the flowing stream stopped murmuring and was listening.

“Is anything too hard for the Creator Mother?” spoke the thunder. “You shall touch ‘The Heaven’s Gate’ with your withered member and be alive forever.”

That was a divine sanction. I never dreamed one can experience such things in these days.

Grandpa approached the image of the Goddess. We were observing with our breath in grip. Host of butterflies assembled on their wings, behind the Goddess, in to a vibrant backdrop.

He knelt and kissed Her right foot first, vulva next; and stood up against Her front. And then he lifted his limp tool in his shivering hand and to Her granite cunt slot he touched.

Something happened like a lightning flash.

And we saw our grandpa, facing us, as an ageless man with his head, beard and pubic hairs turned black. His cock was standing straight as a wooden log. We marveled at his change. He was speechless, tears pouring down his cheeks. All rushed to him and he embraced them, but I held back out of shyness.

They laid me again on the altar and mom poured more honey into my opening. And then she held her father’s erection with one hand and applied honey on it too with her other hand. Granddad spread my thighs and squatted in between. Mom with her honey-trenched hand guided her father’s cock to her daughter’s cunt. As his cock head meshed against my cunt petals, my lower mouth had a taste of honey. All others, one by one, touched grandpa’s cock at my cunt, as a ritual, indicating they too a party to the rite. Then they all chanted in Sanskrit a mantra, again and again,

Om, gurushroni payodhara kuladevi maatharam

Samarpayaama: vayam the navayoni maitthunam

(Om, big hipped big breasted family deity the mother,

We dedicate you the first fuck of a virgin cunt.)

As they chant, grandpa gave a push with his cock and it pierced through my honey filled cunt. I didn’t feel much pain, may be because Bhavana had widened my hole during our lesbian love; or may be of the honey, the chant, and the crowd; or of the mercy of the goddess herself.

But grandpa was a big man and I was a puny girl. Besides, his cock was the biggest of all the cocks assembled there. Think of my condition! He pinned me down with his cock, as a hunter pins down a fish with a spear. And I was gasping for air as the dying fish. But no one cared for me and all were deliberate only on chanting the mantra.

I wanted to kick out of his subjugation, but my cunt worked the other way. It clung to the monstrous cock, as if willing to be punished. And as if he grasped its mood, my grandpa started his strokes, running his piston deep and out, rubbing off the wrinkles of my sheath. In a short time my ego surrendered to my carnal cunt and I started enjoying the fuck. My breasts were fittingly small in his big hands and Grandpa squeezed them and sucked them mouthful. I ran my palms on his wide shoulders and my feet on the small of his waist. In my cupped up cunt mouth his cock roughed up. Clinging to him I groaned and shuddered at his attack. And my sheath slobbered around his cock. Following it, his cock rushed in a warm liquid and filled me down.

“Ah, Ambe Swargadwaarike!” grandpa bellowed like a bull. It was his first utterance after his contact with the goddess.

All of us wondered at his expression. He smiled at us; and explained that it was an inexpressible nothing he went through the goddess. And he said it lasted until he discharged his semen into my pit. When he discharged his semen, he said, he felt shocked like a c***d of its first breath on birth.

He kissed me and got off. I looked down at my hole. There was blood, I noticed, but I didn’t mind.

Then the next ritual took place. Starting with my mom, one by one, all knelt in between my legs and tasted, from the cup of my cunt, the honey-blood-semen syrup with the tip of their tongues. And my mom took me on to her lap; kissed all over my face, and wanted to know whether I had any pain. I said no.

And I was laid again on my back and my real father i.e. Uncle Dev entered me. Mom and aunt were on either side of my wings, kneeling, and sucking each one of my breasts. And Bhavana was kneeling on my head end, kissing my mouth. Coming behind the ladies, in doggy style, my brother Anand entered aunt Saroj and Rahul entered my mom and grandpa entered Bhavana. It looked as if the saying of the old proverb, ‘Birds of a feather flock together’ had come true.

Needless to say our orgy went on and on.

In the third round, my brother accounted for my crush on him. I had his big beautiful cock beating mad my pussy than any other pricks. We fucked in the crowd but like secret lovers. “Am I as good as mom?” I murmured in his ears. “But your cunt grips so tight around my cock,” he murmured back. “Is that a complaint?” I asked. “It’s a compliment,” he answered.

We stayed there seven days. Lot of things happened on those seven days. All cunts were behind grandpa most of the time for the divine bliss his rejuvenated cock blessed in them. And my mom was found pregnant. All congratulated my brother Anand. Mom in shyness hid her face behind Anand’s back. Anand beamed proudly. On the same day I pulled Anand away and demanded him a c***d in me. Induced by my question he fucked me then and there. Others thought, it was part of our routines, because on another side, Bhavana was sliding her cunt on grandpa’s pole.

I wanted my brother to fuck me as he fucked mom on that rainy night in our kitchen. He made me bend forward against a low branch of a fruit-bearing tree and split my cunt with his thick cock from behind. It gave me an immense pleasure. Reenacting the mom’s kitchen scene gave me a secret satisfaction.

Our grandfather made us known that with his newly acquired body, he cannot enter the world of mortals. That made us sad. But he declared that, with his ever presence as an immortal in Himalayas, our family members could come at anytime to Swargadwaar even without a virgin to lead. That made us happy.

Taking charge as priest, our grandfather conducted our marriages. I was married to Rahul; and Bhavana to Anand.

And on the eighth day morning, we left Swargadwaar and our grand father to the southern city of Chennai.

As instructed by our grand father, we rebuilt the temple of Nagnadevika in the north. And also we built a temple in the south to Nagnabhavana. So was the naked statue my mom and brother found at our field named by our grandfather, in his prophetical utterance.

Our grandfather, as an immortal, resides in Himalayas. And some who spotted him says that there lives a baba in Himalayas more than 2000 years.

Twice in a year we go to Swargadwaar and enjoy with the company of our grandfather. And the temples of Nagnabhavana and Nagnadevika are there always to induce us to stick to our family love games.

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