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Anita.
Atul – hubby
Rahul- cousin (mom’s sister’s son)
Rekha- Anita’s mom
Arun- Rekha’s hubby
Pratyusha – Rahul’s mom, Rekha’s sister
Sunil- Pratyusha’s hubby
Vani- Atul’s sister
Ravi- Vani’s hubby
Sushma- Atul, Vani’s mom. Anita’s MIL
Deepa – Rahul’s wife
Renu – Deepa’s mom
Subbu – Deepa’s dad
Deepa blushed and assured her that she was alright. Pratyusha asked, “Did you enjoy it?” Deepa covered her face with her hands. Pratyusha laughed and said, “I am proud of my son. OK, where did you keep the blood-stained cloth?”
Deepa told her that she put it in the waste bin in the bathroom. Pratyusha wrapped it in a plastic bag and dumped it in the garbage bin. Pratyusha and Deepa went to the shopping mall where Sushma and Renu were waiting. Renu asked Deepa about their shopping. Deepa told what Pratyusha asked her to say.
Time flew fast. Every weekend, Sushma would take Renu and Deepa shopping. Pratyusha or Sushma would take Deepa and leave her with Rahul for a few hours. True to their word. Sushma and her family bore the entire wedding expenditure.
Subbu told his friends and relatives that he sold two plots, which fetched good money and spent on wedding. Many criticized him for spending lavishly, beyond his means.
In the last weekend before the wedding, Deepa asked Rahul, after a hot session, “When will you introduce me to the six women?” Rahul smiled and said, “When the time is right.” Deepa said,” I am curious to see them. Why can’t you stop fucking them?”
Rahul kissed her and said, “I can’t because I love them. You can meet them at wedding. All women will be there at wedding and reception with their hubbies.” Deepa asked excitedly, “So, you will introduce them?”
Rahul said, “No. Hey, I have an idea. Let us have a bet. I will give you ten chances. If you can guess correctly and identify even one woman, I will stop fucking them.”
Deepa asked, “If I lose?” Rahul laughed and said,” Then, I continue to fuck them, and you will promise me that you will join our group when ready.”
Deepa asked, “It is not fair. There will be hundreds of women.”
Rahul said, “All five women are fair, beautiful and sexy. You can eliminate women below 30 and above 62 from the list who are dark or not so beautiful. This will narrow the number of possibilities and make it easier.”
Deepa thought it over and said, “Yes, it seems logical. But I need fifteen guesses.” Rahul said, “Done!”
The wedding was a gala affair. It went off smoothly, without any hiccups, much to the relief and joy of Subbu and Renu. Subbu told his relatives and friends that he sold two lands. It fetched a good price, and he spent it on Deepa’s wedding.
Since the muhurat was a midnight one, the reception was on a grand scale. This was Sushma’s event, and it was lavish. Friends and relatives flew from other cities to attend.
Deepa realized her mistake. Even if Rahul gave 100 chances, it would be difficult for her to guess the women whom Rahul was fucking. Many women were sexy and beautiful. They seemed to flirt with Rahul, hugging him tight when congratulating him.
So, Deepa would nudge him, and he shook his head. Deepa was getting edgy, and Rahul kept saying ‘No’ to all her suggestions. She asked Rahul when they had a little quiet time. “Are you sure about those six women? Including unmarried women, all are here?”
Rahul smiled naughtily and said, “Yes.” Deepa was puzzled. She was intelligent and smart. How could she not spot at least one woman among the guests who was fucking Rahul? Deepa, in desperation, for her last guess, picked an 80-year-old woman. Rahul burst out laughing.
After the reception, Deepa and Rahul went on a two-week-long honeymoon trip to Kerala, Ooty and a few exotic places. Deepa enjoyed Rahul’s excellent fucking techniques. There was no doubt that he was a gifted fucking machine with great stamina and skill.
He was loving, considerate and fucked her only after arousing her, skilfully sucking, licking and pinching. He fucked her in all positions and places in the cottage, car and outside whenever there was a chance when no one was around.
They also played games. He bought her many sexy dresses and bikinis.
They were both voracious sex story readers and watched porn together. Rahul asked her after a steamy session, “Which genre do you enjoy?” Deepa said, “Three sum, four sum and group. You?” Rahul said, “Incest. Mom-son, bro-sis, dad-daughter, anything.”
Deepa was shocked and said, “Chee, how can you read those stories? It is so repulsive.” Rahul said, “How can you prejudge? Read and see,” and gave her Sujata and Vanaja’s stories.
Deepa reluctantly started reading and soon was immersed. The stories were well crafted. All the characters were orthodox and traditional and had unabashed fantasies about moms, dads and siblings. All were seduced in a well-planned and patient manner.
The seduction parts were very erotic. The stories were not routine, run-of-the-mill stories which describe fucking actions only. These stories fired up her imagination, and she found herself aroused so much she begged Rahul to fuck her directly, skipping sucking and licking.
After Rahul pumped cum, he hugged and asked, “The stories fired you up?’”
Deepa smiled shyly and said, “I didn’t expect them to be so erotic. I thought they would be terrible, but the writer wrote convincingly, though it is all fiction.”
Rahul patted her cunt mound and inserted his finger inside, and said, “Wow, you are flowing. You also love incest stories, like me.” She covered her face with both hands and blushed. She said, “Yes, anyway, it is all fiction. In real life, moms’ sons and brothers and sisters don’t fuck.”
Rahul started squeezing one tit while exploring her wet cunt with another and said,’ ‘You read Sujata stories? She has a mom-son group which has over 50 families. No one advertises.”
Deepa purred like a cat, shifted to the 69 position and offered her wet, flowing cunt to his hungry mouth. She started licking his cock from base to tip. Rahul asked, “Are you excited by imaging all fucking on the same bed?”
She didn’t reply, and there was no need. The abundant flow of her juices into his mouth was her answer.
Rahul was in regular touch with Sushma, Pratyusha and others. He was sending pics of Deepa’s boobs and cunt to them, and all men were very excited and were eager to fuck her. Pratyusha said, “Your honeymoon is coming to an end. Is Deepa ready to accept the reality and join us?”
Rahul said, “She is excited when she reads Sujata’s stories. I have not yet given Anita stories.” Sushma said, “Now give her the Anita series. After she reads, let Raj chat with her. He will talk to her.”
Anita pinged Raj.
Raj: Hi, dear. How are you all? How are the honeymoon couple?
Anita: All are doing great. We want you to chat with Deepa and gently tell her about her incest in-laws and convince her to join us.
Raj: Hmm, this is difficult, dear. All of you were family members, and I could freely talk. Deepa is an outsider, and she is from a conservative family. It may backfire.
Anita: Use your skills to ensure it won’t backfire. Now, she must be reading the Anita series. After she reads, Rahul will make Deepa chat with you.
Raj: Thanks for your confidence in me, but I am very nervous.
Anita: Hahaha. All the best.
That evening, Rahul gave Deepa Anita stories. Deepa read all parts in one go, and she was highly excited. She was so horny that their fucking reached a different level. Deepa shed all inhibitions and rode Rahul when he was asleep.
The next morning, both were very tired, hungry and dizzy. They had a few hours’ sleep and fucked many times in the night. The difference was Deepa was hornier than before and wilder. They freshened up and gobbled breakfast without talking as they were ravenous.
Deepa felt satiated and contended as she leaned back in her chair, spread her legs and relaxed. She said,” Rahul, that was amazing.” Rahul smiled and said, “Mind-blowing. What triggered it? You were very horny.”
Deepa blushed, covered her face, and said, “Even I am shocked. I think the Anita stories are very erotic, and I just went off like a rocket,” Rahul ticked her cunt with his toe and asked,” I enjoyed it. Which part did you like best?”
Deepa purred and gyrated her hips and said, “Oh, Darling. Don’t start again; don’t remind me of the stories. I loved Anita’s seduction of her mom, bro and dad. Anyway, though fiction, it was exciting to read.”
Rahul asked, sitting beside her and squeezing her tits, “Do you want to talk to the author? He is my good friend and also of the six women I told you about.”
Deepa shook her head and said, “No. I don’t want to talk to strange men.” Rahul said, “He is like a family friend. You chat with him from Anita’s ID. She told me she is no longer using that ID.” He pinged Raj.
Raj: Hi, good morning. How is your honeymoon? All good?
Rahul: Fantastic. Deepa also has become your fan. She loved Anita’s stories, and she was curious to know.
Raj: Sure, give it to her. Hi, Deepa.
Deepa glared at Rahul and took the laptop from him.
Deepa: Hi, Raj. You have an excellent imagination. Your stories are quite good.
Raj: Thanks. Do you think Anita’s stories are fiction?
Deepa: Of course, the situations you describe can never happen. Impossible.
Raj: Hmm. I admit that I have a wild, unchained imagination and have written many fantasy-based stories. But do you think anyone can imagine all the minute details?
Deepa: Hahaha. Don’t tell me Anita and all the characters are real, and all incidents have happened?
Raj: Yes. Was it not obvious to you when you read the stories?
Deepa: What do you mean?
Raj: OK, Rahul told me about the bet. You could not identify even one woman he is fucking, at your wedding reception.
Deepa: Come on, there were hundreds of women, and he gave me 15 chances to guess.
Raj: You would not have guessed even if he gave you 200 chances.
Deepa: Why?
Raj: Because you were looking in the wrong direction.
Deepa was puzzled. She thought for a while and typed.
Deepa: Which direction should I have looked?
Raj: Isn’t it obvious? You have read the Anita stories many times. Recall all the names.
Deepa: Anita, Rahul, Rekha, Arun, Pratyusha…My God!
Raj: Yes. You are a lucky girl. You walked into an incest paradise. Rahul is fucking those five married women.
Deepa was stunned. Rahul waited for her to recover.
Deepa: Impossible. Are you telling me Rahul is fucking his cousin, mom, mom’s sister, cousin’s sister-in-law and her mom?
Raj: Yes. Just by reading stories, you were quite excited. Enjoy paradise and be happy. Bask in love with so many wonderful people. Now, I have to go. All the best.
Rahul sat beside Deepa, took her hand, kissed her and asked, “Darling, are you angry?” Deepa stared at him blankly and asked, “Is it true? What is he saying?”
Rahul nodded. Deepa asked, “Why? I thought it happened only in stories. Why didn’t you tell me before?”
Rahul protested, “How can I tell you? You would not have married, nor would any girl.” Deepa said angrily,” You should have married a girl from an incest family.”
The doorbell buzzed. Rahul opened the door. Pratyusha and Anita were standing there, beaming. Anita came in, hugged Deepa and Rahul and asked, “How is the honeymoon couple? Deepa, can you walk?”
Pratyusha hugged Deepa and noticed the morose expression on Deepa’s face.
She turned angrily to Rahul and asked coldly,” What have you done? Why is Deepa so dull?”Rahul said,” She was very happy until thirty minutes back. Raj told her about us and that Anita’s story is ours. She is in shock.”
Pratyusha and Anita were aware of it. They were waiting outside in the car and made an entry after Rahul sent a message. Pratyusha led Deepa into the bedroom and closed the door.
Pratyusha held Deepa’s hand and said gently,” Dear, I can understand what a cultural shock it must be. Now you know the reality. I ask you to think and act coolly.”
Deepa said in a small voice, “I am confused. I love Rahul madly. How can I share his love with so many women, including you? Aunty, how can you do this with your son?”
Pratyusha laughed and said, “Good, you are not mad like a wet hen. Love is not like your bank balance, which will become zero if you give it all away. Love is infinite like the ocean; you can share and receive with as many as you want.”
Deepa said, “Husband and wife’s love is different. They should love only each other and not anyone else.”
Pratyusha said,” That will lead to jealousy, possessiveness and tension. At our home, five couples enjoy a lot, and we feel happy seeing our spouses enjoy themselves. Do you know Sushma was on the verge of depression after she lost her hubby? Now you see her, how happy she is.”
Deepa was silent. Pratyusha sighed, got up and left. Anita came in, hugged Deepa and said,” Come on, cheer up. Join the fun and have a blast. Life is full of fun, games, love and sex.”
Deepa said, “No, I can’t. Let Rahul have fun. ” Anita said,” Great. Do you remember the terms of the bet which you lost? Rahul will have fun with all those six women, and you will join the party when ready. I am glad you are not running away.”
Deepa asked in shock,” What? Is it broadcast on all channels, details of our bet?” Anita laughed and said, “No, only the six women.” Pratyusha entered the room with Rahul. Deepa’s jaw dropped as she saw that Pratyusha had changed into a very short, sexy, transparent dress with no inners.
Rahul was behind her, smiling nervously. Pratyusha sat beside Deepa, took her hand, and said, “Deepa, this is the reality. ‘Anita’ story is ours. We are all very happy and content. I am sorry we were not entirely truthful. You would never marry Rahul if we told the truth. But you were OK with Rahul fucking six women. You have to accept the women, as they are his family members. I missed my son a lot. We will fuck now. Please stay and see. You may feel excited and relaxed.”
Deepa was mesmerized as she saw Pratyusha hug and kiss Rahul. Rahul looked nervously at Deepa. Anita laughed and said, “It is OK, Rahul. Deepa will melt once she sees how wonderful your love is.”
Deepa tried to leave, but Anita held her hand and said, “Please, Deepa, you were quite excited to read about it in the story. Now watch.”
Rahul removed Pratyusha’s night dress. Her naked beauty was breathtaking. Her big boobs were in good shape, and her cunt mound was like a puffed-up poori. Pratyusha pulled Rahul’s shorts down and sat on the bed. She grabbed Rahul’s cock and started licking it.
Rahul squeezed his mom’s tits and pinched nipples. Pratyusha started sucking Rahul’s cock, slowly at first, then picked up speed. Deepa could not even blink. What she found amazing was how Pratyusha looked into her son’s eyes and smiled.
Rahul also was mauling her tits hard and saying like a parrot, “Mom, I love you, hmmm, I love you.” with each stroke. Deepa thought that except for her eyes and cunt, the rest of her body went into a coma.
After a few minutes, Rahul pulled out his cock. He pushed Pratyusha on her back, spread her legs and buried his face in her cunt, and licked. His mom was moaning, clutched his head in both hands and pushed as if she wanted to push his head into her cunt.
He was licking her cunt with such passion it reminded Deepa of the Animal Planet channel, tigers and lions devouring food. Orgasms hit Pratyusha, and she arched her hips, quivered like a leaf in a storm and fell back with a sigh. She whispered, “Fuck me.”
Rahul’s mouth, chin, and cheeks dripped with his mom’s juice as he buried his hard cock in her cunt. As he kissed her, she swallowed her juices and licked his chin and cheeks. Anita swooned and said, “Deepa, isn’t it amazing? They match each other, not only in looks, even fucking intensity.”
Deepa nodded. Mom and son resembled, looked like photocopies. He was fucking her hard, and she lifted her hips to meet him invitingly. Pratyusha said, “Honey, you must be tired. I will ride you.”
When Rahul pulled out, Deepa saw his cock was glistening with his mom’s juices. Pratyusha pushed Rahul and positioned her cunt over his cock, and slowly lowered herself. As she started riding his cock, her amazing tits were bouncing. Rahul held them and squeezed.
Anita said, “Deepa, now I can’t control.” She took off her clothes and sat on Raul’s face. She rubbed her cunt in his mouth. Rahul grabbed Anita’s hips and licked hungrily. Deepa watched, mesmerized. Rahul fucked his mom and cousin in doggy alternately and finally spilt cum on their buttocks.
Pratyusha went to the bathroom to clean and freshen up. After she came out, she sat next to Deepa and said, “So, this is the reality. Now, pack up. We will go back.”
Anita told Rahul, “Bro, we have taken a house close to Vani’s house, within walking distance. Deepa and you can settle down there. We hope Deepa will come over after you go to the office.”
Rahul tried to engage Deepa on the drive back to their city. She refused to respond. She was talking to Pratyusha and Anita on general topics. Deepa was confused. She was very excited. At the same time, her traditional upbringing was causing turmoil in her brain about morals, ethics, right and wrong.
Anita looked at her closely and whispered,” Chat with Raj. Tell him all his concerns, worries and doubts. It is better to have clarity in your mind.”
Anita opened the chat and found Raj was online. She told him to talk to Deepa.
Raj: Hi, Deepa, how are you? How is your honeymoon? When are you coming back?
Deepa: Fantastic. We are coming back. The honeymoon was great until a few hours back.
Raj: Oh, what happened?
Deepa told him briefly about the three, some of mom, son and cousin.
Raj: Hmm, you were very excited when you read the story. When you see it in real, why are you not so happy?
Deepa: Come on, Raj. Which wife will enjoy watching her hubby fucking other women, that too, his mom and sister?
Raj: Deepa will enjoy, other women may not like. You can love 100 people equally. The love of those six women and Rahul is special. There is no jealousy. Possessiveness. All are happy.
Deepa: But it is all wrong, immoral and disgusting.
Raj: It is immoral and disgusting and also a sin. Suppose some unwilling person is forced, blackmailed or raped. In your case, no one will touch you until you are ready.
Deepa: I am confused. I want to run away.
Raj: Definitely. By all means, but you love Rahul so much that you will be unhappy. I suggest you run away after a month. Consider this as a probationary period.
Deepa: Hmm. OK. Please tell me what I should do.
Raj: Nothing. It’s like a water drop on a lotus leaf. Watch their fucking and join them if you are excited. After a month, if you still feel negative, then run away.
Deepa: Yes, this seems to be a good idea. Anything else I don’t know but I should know?
Raj: Yes. In Anita’s stories, Divya’s story did not appear because she was underage. Now, she crossed 19 and is fucking all the men in the house.
Deepa: What, My God? How did Vani Akka agree? Why did she allow this to happen to her daughter?
Raj: Vani herself pushed her hubby’s cock in her daughter’s cunt. Divya wanted to lose her virginity to her dad.
Deepa was shocked and quietly gave the mobile to Anita. Raj told Anita in detail what Deepa and he talked about. Deepa watched Pratyusha pull out Rahul’s cock and start sucking as the road was deserted, and no vehicles were around.
Anita and Pratyusha dropped Rahul and Deepa at their new rented house. They told them to freshen up and visit Vani’s house for lunch. Deepa liked the house. She pushed Rahul away when he tried to hug her. They had a shower, dressed and walked to Vani’s house.
Deepa asked, “Is it true what Raj said? The unmarried girl you are fucking is Divya?”
Rahul nodded and said, “I wondered why you didn’t ask so far.”
Deepa said, “How can you do it? She is almost a child.”
Rahul laughed and said, “Then you are also a child. She is younger than you by a few years.”
Deepa’s heart was beating wildly. They waited for the main door of Vani’s house to be opened after Rahul pressed the buzzer. Deepa was nervous. Will she find all naked and fucking everywhere? She sighed in relief. All were normally dressed.
It was like any house, everyone doing their thing, watching TV, working on laptops, cooking and playing carroms. When Deepa saw the maids, she knew why. Until the maids were there, all had to act normal.
Deepa knew all. They warmly welcomed the newly married couple, seated them, and engaged in the usual talk. Deepa wondered if she dreamed of Rahul fucking his mom and cousin.
Divya pulled Deepa by hand and took her to her room.
Divya asked.” Akka, do you like my room?”
Deepa said, “Wow. Beautiful. Nice wardrobe, bathroom and a double bed.”
Divya said casually,” Yes. Sometimes we fuck here also.”
Deepa was shocked and asked after she recovered, “Why? You are so young? How did your mom allow it?”
Divya laughed heartily, “Allow? Mom pushed Dad’s cock in and applied Vaseline, and guided me. I wanted Rahul to fuck me first. I love him so much. I wanted to marry him, but Dad and Mom didn’t agree due to our age gap.”
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