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The panties were now on the floor as Roy carefully pushed mom's legs apart exposing her sex. I was shouting at myself to do something, but my limbs refused to move. Even from my distance I could see mom's clitoris poking out between her labia lips. It was my first view of a woman's private parts that were not on a computer screen or in a magazine. My breathing was becoming harder as I saw Roy lean forward and gently lick mom's clitoris and then I distinctly heard mom moan. So did Roy. He pulled a little back away from her grinning and as he did so I could see that mom's clitoris was slightly puffed up.

Roy leaned forward again, pushing his face into her sex and this time began an unhurried continuous licking and sucking. I felt jealous that he seemed to know exactly what to do. Although mom was not fully conscious she was now moaning loudly and I could see unbelievably that she seemed to be slightly pushing her pelvis up at his face. Roy reached his hands above him and squeezed a breast in each hand as he continued to lather her sex organs with his tongue. Mom's moans were getting louder and louder.

It was at this point that Roy lifted himself up and, gripping mom's thighs, pulled her lower down to the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Mom's eyes were beginning to flicker and, although Roy could tell she was gaining consciousness, he was determined to carry on. I ashamedly was aware that I was silently urging him to continue.

Roy placed the meaty head of his boner at mom's entrance and it was at that point that mom's eyes opened wide to see Roy. Her mouth opened to give an astonished scream but the sound quickly changed to a loud sexual moan as Roy stabbed his cock deep inside her. Mom was wide awake now and although she pawed at his chest with her hands as if attempting to push him off, she couldn't help her pelvis thrusting back at him.

Roy had done his oral work so well that mom was close to a climax even before he started fucking her. Mom now knew exactly where she was. She understood that the schoolboy next door whom she detested intensely was now fucking her but instead of trying to throw him off, her body was now reacting to having a cock inside her for the first time in months.

She lowered her hands, which had been pawing ineffectively at Roy's chest, to her sides and gripped the sheet fiercely with both sets of fingers. Roy laughed gleefully as he noted her giving up her struggle to stop him. He was fucking her forcefully, pulling back then thrusting forward. He had got into the strong rhythm that I had always imagined would be the way I would fuck my first woman.

I wondered how the sensation would feel to him, but was soon enlightened by Roy's running commentary.

"Oh you slutty mommy! You're so wet but also so tight!"

Mom groaned in agonised shame. I knew that the reason for her tightness was that dad's cock had not been penetrating and stretching her for the last six months and for the same reason her body was desperate for sex.

At least she was not staring at Roy now. Her eyes had become half closed and unfocussed as her sexual fervour dominated her mind and body. Roy did not want to rush things. He steadied his rhythm and began running his hands up and down her nylon clad legs, lingering and exploring above her stocking tops, pinching her pink thighs. Mom continued thrusting back with her pelvis, trying to suck into her vagina as much of Roy's hot hard boner as possible.

She continued to moan in ecstasy and shame with each of Roy's stabs until Roy silenced her by thrusting his tongue into her open mouth. I knew she would find it impossible to stop her mouth enjoying wrestling with his teenage tongue and it was Roy who broke away in the end, to get his breath.

Roy seemed to be working out how he could make fucking her last for as long as possible, when mom took control. She instinctively stretched her arms back and grabbed the bedrail. Then, with her hands gripping the rail to give her leverage, she wrapped her legs around Roy's ass and started ferociously pulling Roy inside her. As she did so Roy automatically pulled back allowing her to drag him into her again and again, pulling his boner firmly up her vaginal sheath.

Roy was also groaning now in time to their fuck rhythm and grabbed and squeezed mom's tits. That seemed to do it for the two of them as mom dragged Roy into her for one last time and they both shuddered as their orgasms struck. Roy moaned with each firing of his pulsing shots of cum. Mom, I sensed, was moaning in time to her vaginal contractions sucking Roy's cum deep inside her. I was firing shot after shot into a wad of tissues in my hand.

I don't know precisely what happened after that as I walked speedily to my room and hid behind the door. Shortly afterwards I heard Roy head quickly down the stairs, letting himself out of the backdoor. Then I heard mom going into her bathroom and turning on the shower.

I didn't have long to think about things as I suddenly heard dad ringing the front doorbell to be let in. I walked down the stairs and opened the door. Dad's expression was of concern. He was obviously feeling guilty about not coming back earlier to see mom and he walked fairly quickly up the stairs. Mom was just coming out of the shower as he got to their room. I heard him ask her if she was feeling better and her responding quietly that she was feeling fine.

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I then realized that she intended to say nothing. After all, what could she say? She could hardly say that Roy took advantage of her but then she could not help fucking him back.

I went to bed that night still in shock from what I'd seen. Mom had clearly hated giving in to Roy's ravishment but was unable to prevent her body responding. The thought of what had happened horrified me, but at the same time sexually excited me. I lay in bed jacking off feverishly as I relived Roy's violation of mom in my mind.

 

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The next day, Sunday, mom was quiet but dad put this down to her inebriation of the previous evening. When dad drove off in the car on an errand, mom watched him leave out of the kitchen window and waved to him as she always did, but her action looked robotic. I didn't see Roy all day, which was OK by me as I didn't know how I'd react to seeing him.

On the Monday morning, dad was just leaving for work when he realised that Roy still had his front door keys, so shouting up the stairs he asked me to get them back from Roy when I saw him at school.

When I met Roy he acted as if nothing had happened that Saturday night. He said that he'd left dad's front door keys at home so would drop them round that evening. I didn't press him. He seemed as eager not to talk to me as I was not to talk to him. I knew he would be leaving the neighborhood with his mom and dad the next day. Seeing the back of him could not be too soon for me.

I found it difficult to concentrate in class but suddenly became aware during the afternoon that Roy was not at his desk. I knew immediately that he must have gone home to have another go at mom, knowing her gym routine for the afternoon, showering just before three o'clock.

I dashed out of school and raced home. I was thinking rapidly as I ran. There was a world of difference between the cowardly act of taking advantage of an unconscious woman and attempting to take advantage of her when she was fully awake. I was breathing heavily from running as I finally opened the front door to hear a scream from upstairs. I ran up the stairs prepared to defend my mom.

When I reached mom's bedroom I could see in the mirror that Roy had clearly stealthily let himself in through the front door but had then surprised mom as she came out of the bathroom. I was about to charge into the room when, as before, I found myself frozen looking at the two of them wrestling together. Mom must have just been wearing a bathrobe as she came out of the shower. With his left arm round her waist pulling her towards him, Roy was mauling her left breast through her robe with his right hand. His face was buried in the side of her neck and he was licking her neck and her ear.

Mom was screaming as she struggled to shake him off but Roy was like a leech attached to her. Mom's right hand was gripping the back of Roy's hair, trying to pull him off her neck, while her left hand was trying to pull Roy's hand off her breast, but Roy was determined.

Roy sensed that she was weakening and brought both his hands to the front, gripping her bathrobe and ripping it back off her shoulders.

As her big breasts wobbled in front of him he sneered, "Come on you mommy slut, you know you want it!"

Mom screamed even more loudly at his words and the cruel exposure of both her breasts. I could see that his mauling and squeezing had made her left nipple enlarged. Roy's eyes lit up as he put his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him. He pushed his head down and began gobbling her nipples, moving quickly from one side to the other and back again. Mom seemed too shocked to do anything. Her expression was a mixture of horror and fear as her arms waved aimlessly in the air. Then gradually her hands came together on the back of Roy's head and she slowly clasped him to her breasts. However, even as she committed this act of encouragement she was sobbing loudly, "Please stop! Please stop!"

There was no way now that Roy was stopping. As he sucked on her tasty teats, he slid his hand down between her legs.

Pushing his finger between her labia lips mom screamed, "Oh God no!"

Mom's cries were a mixture of screams and sobs as Roy continued to suck her nipples and work his finger between her pussy lips. I was excited but also amazed at how mom seemed unable to stop her body responding to Roy. I knew she had gone six months without sex, but even though mom had been fucked by Roy only two days before on Saturday she was clearly a woman who still needed sex. I began to realise that she was a woman with a strong sexual appetite who probably needed sex every day. Roy was just the lucky boy who was getting the benefit of her desperate body that had been deprived of sex for so long.

Mom gave a sudden louder sob as I saw her involuntarily part her legs a little and Roy took advantage, chuckling as he used all his fingers to doggedly rub her sex organs. "You love it, don't you, you slut!" he sneered.

Mom had clearly lost all control of the situation as Roy pushed her back on the bed, undoing his pants and ripping off his T-shirt. As she floundered on the bed, he quickly returned the fingers of his right hand to between her legs and with his left, pulled her head to the side. As he put his cock to her lips I thought that there was no way that she would take it voluntarily into her mouth, but as he held it there gently brushing her lips, with a loud moan mom opened her mouth and greedily sucked on it. It was as if she was a cocaine addict and the mushroom head of his boner was covered with the white powder.

Mom was sucking it avidly, licking searchingly round the contours of his helmet and pushing the end of her tongue into his red eye. This was undoubtedly an incredibly better blowjob than I'd seen Anushka Sen give Roy.

Roy was groaning and gasping, "Oh you love sucking cock, you filthy slut!"

Mom rhythmically slid her lips backwards and forwards over his mushroom head. Roy was fucking mom's mouth but mom was doing all the work. As she fervently sucked him, Roy was rewarding her with his fingers massaging her clitoris and slipping a finger inside.

I could tell by Roy's panting that he was not going to last much longer as suddenly, with a shout of "Oh Yes!" he grabbed her head to hold it still as he shot his cum into her mouth.

He'd continued to keep massaging mom's pussy and I could see that after only a minute his boner was already ready to continue. He moved between her legs and pushed his hips forward.

Mom screamed, "Oh NOoooo!" as he began thrusting into her, back in the same fucking position as he had been on the Saturday night. It must have seemed to mom like a nightmare that was repeating itself. Like on the Saturday, she couldn't help her pelvis responding to his thrusts and was soon pushing back at him. I thought that it would end the same way as the Saturday until Roy suddenly rolled them both over so that mom was sitting on top of him, straddling him.

 

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Roy was always pushing things and I wondered if this time he had gone too far. However, as mom began to pump her hips, searching for her orgasm, I knew that yet again he had calculated correctly.

He grabbed her butt to encourage her movements and laughed, "Oh I love your big fucking ass!"

Mom just sobbed bitterly, "You bastard!"

By leaning sideways slightly I could see the back view of them in one of the mirrors. Roy's hands were gripping mom's ass, digging his fingers into the flesh, feeling her gluteal muscles working as she slid her pelvis backwards and forwards, sliding the whole length of his boner in and out of her vaginal sheath.

Roy moved his hands round and grasped her tits sneering, "Oh and I really love your big fucking juggs!"

Mom's loud sob conveyed her mortification as she arched her back, thrusting her big breasts forward into his hands, her action begging him to squeeze them harder, as she rode him even faster.

As mom was approaching her climax, she leant forward grasping the bedrail with both hands to give her leverage to saw herself up and down Roy's hot teenage pole. As she did so, Roy grabbed a nipple with his mouth and sucked eagerly.

As mom crashed down on him again and again she was screaming in time with her movements, "BASTARD! BASTARD! BASTARD!" Until finally with her loudest scream she climaxed, shuddering in her orgasm. I wasn't sure if Roy had climaxed at the same time but as she rolled off him I realized that he still had his erection.

In fact Roy was still eager to continue and started pushing mom round so that she was facing the bedrail. Mom had already given up any hope of controlling the situation and was meekly waiting for Roy's next move, which, as I could see Roy reach for some lubrication, was likely to involve her ass. However, they both froze as we all heard the sound of dad's car stopping on the gravel outside.

I ducked into my bedroom and could hear Roy running down the stairs to let himself out of the backdoor. As the backdoor slammed shut I waited a few seconds then called up to mom.

"Hi mom, I've just got in. I can hear dad's home from work so I'll just let him in the front door."

After I let dad in, mom eventually came down the stairs in her bathrobe, saying she'd just had a shower. I let mom and dad carry on talking to each other as I went back into my room to think about things.

Mom was clearly a woman who needed sex regularly and frequently. I knew that Roy was not going to be a danger anymore as he was moving the following day, but he could easily suggest to some of our other friends that they should try their luck.

Without sex with dad, mom was always going to be horny and vulnerable to a male taking advantage. It was then that I realized that I would have to take action to defend her. There was only one way to prevent mom being taken advantage of by some other male and that, I thought excitedly, would be if I satisfied her sexually myself. She wouldn't like the thought of committing incest with me, but I knew I would have to be insistent in order to protect her from males outside the family.

Thankfully for everybody concerned, Roy left in the car with his mom and dad on the following day and I never saw him again.

I was wondering how I should take things forward when I was coming home early from school on Wednesday two days later. As I approached the house, I could hear two of my school friends talking loudly.

"Come on, you know you want it!"

Rounding the corner I could see that the two boys had cornered my mom and that one of them had unzipped himself, his boner sticking out of his pants. Mom was staring aghast, not apparently able to take her eyes off his erection. She looked like a rabbit trapped in the headlights. Just momentarily I hesitated, my boner rock hard from the voyeuristic pleasure of the scene. Then I acted. Although both boys were bigger than me, picking up a metal pole that was on the ground, I swung it into their backs.

There was crunch sound as they both fell forward. I wondered if I had broken any bones, but they seemed to be able to stand up, if a little unsteadily. As they started to run off I shouted after them, "I'll get dad's gun and shoot you, or anyone else I catch, if I see you near my mom again."

I didn't know if they believed me. Dad didn't own a gun, but my aggressive shouting impressed even me.

As the boys had run off, mom had quickly let herself in the door. Throwing down the pole, which I found I was still gripping, I followed her inside.

She collapsed in a chair with her head in her hands.

I was silent for a few seconds before I said, in a matter of fact voice, "I know about Roy."

She looked up quickly at me with wide eyes and said breathlessly, "How did you find -,"

Realising she was making an admission; she stopped her question and said more calmly, "I don't know what you are talking about."

I smiled at her error and, ignoring her denial, simply said, "Roy told me all about it."

I wasn't going to tell her that I'd seen everything, but had just watched without intervening.

Mom held her head a little higher and said bitterly, "Whatever he told you, he was lying."

I kept my voice calm. "Clearly, it was not only me he told. The two boys who had cornered you are evidence of that."

I carried on, "Of course, the boys whom Roy has told can't be certain that Roy wasn't making it up. The problem is that you are so sex starved that your reaction is likely to confirm the story and lead you into trouble. Fortunately I have a solution."

Mom looked up with a feint look of hope on her lovely face. "Firstly," I said, "we can hope that my threats of violence are enough to deter other boys chancing their arm. The other is that we have to make sure you are less susceptible to being approached and the way we'll do that is that I will keep you sexually satisfied."

"Whaat!" mom shouted.

"We'll start now," I said, unzipping myself. "We've got half an hour before dad gets home."

Mom stared aghast at my hard cock which I was holding inches from her face. "I can't!" she gasped.

"You can and you will," I said firmly pushing my helmet against her lips.

Mom sobbed as she opened her mouth and wrapped her luscious lips round my helmet. I groaned as, getting the taste of my cock, she became excited and began to lick my bulbous head feverishly.

I tried to say to her that it was for her own good, but my sentence turned into a loud groan as I experienced the pleasure of my first blowjob. Having now started, mom began to show me how she could really pleasure a man. The pressure of her lips around my glans was fantastic. The way she poked the tip of her tongue into my red eye and the way she licked round the rim of my mushroom head had me sobbing with pleasure. When she started lashing her tongue on the tender underside of my helmet I almost collapsed in my bliss. Then she took it a step further and started pushing my cock down her throat. She swallowed hard again and again so that her throat muscles were rubbing the tender glans of my throbbing cock.

Then we heard dad's car arriving in the drive, but she didn't stop, but commenced a quicker action. Moving her head backwards and forwards she was making me throat fuck her. As we heard dad's car door close, my cum erupted in torrents into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed hard, not wanting to allow any to drip on the floor. We broke away from each other just as dad opened the front door. I swung away from him so that he could not see me doing up my pants.

"Are you OK honey?" dad was looking in concern at mom who was very red in the face.

"I'm fine darling," mom reassured him. "I've just been cooking over a hot stove and have got a bit too warm."

Dad smiled and nodded at her explanation and then walked upstairs to change.

Mom glared at me. "Don't you ever try anything like that with me again."

I just grinned at her and walked off to my room, thinking to myself that I'd got her just where I wanted her. She was clearly desperate for cock, but refusing to admit it to herself. Well I intended to force her into that admission and to take full advantage of it. In that blowjob, I'd now had it confirmed that she was incapable of not being taken advantage of. All I had to do now was to ensure that I was the only lucky recipient of her lustful needs.

The next day was Thursday, my last day at school. I would be going to a local college in the autumn, but until then I had three months to holiday and do what I wanted. The day after, on the Friday, dad had a hospital appointment booked. As his appointments tended to last all day with him coming home late, I would have mom to myself for the day and I intended to enjoy every minute of it. However, I could not wait for the next day. I was going to lay down the rules today.

I kept an eye on my class mates but none of them seemed to make a move to leave the class at any point. I noticed that many of them were eyeing me warily and I took that as a sign that my warning of gun violence must have been noted.

Just before three o'clock I left the class and made my way home. Letting myself quietly in the front door, I crept up the stairs and heard mom humming. She must have just got out of the shower. As I opened her bedroom door mom screamed.

It must have seemed to her like deja vue, but instead of Roy, it was her son who was gazing at her hungrily. Mom automatically tightened her towel around her as I approached her.

"Get out now!" she screamed at me, but I would not be denied. I ripped the towel away from her, exposing her voluptuous body. Her breasts shook as she turned round, trying to get away from me, but I grabbed her round the waist and held her tight.

"You know you are desperate for sex," I whispered in her ear.

"I'm not!" she shouted.

I carried on whispering. "It'll be six months before dad can have sex again and satisfy you. You know you'll be craving cock in that time. Boys will be able to sense it and take advantage. Just relax and let me be the only substitute for dad. You know you want me to. You'll be doing dad a favour. He'd be devastated if he saw any boys taking advantage of you."

 

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With that I raised my hands, grasped both her breasts and began nuzzling her neck murmuring, "Remember you're doing this for dad."

Mom grabbed my hands trying frantically to pull them off her breasts and screaming, "Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!"

But I knew she didn't really want me to stop. As I felt her nipples exploding in my fingers, her hands began relaxing. I spun her round and kissed her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth. My hands were now grasping her breasts unencumbered, my fingers squeezing her inflamed nipples. She began to kiss me back passionately, her tongue fiercely searching for mine. I slid my right hand down through her light pubic hair to between her legs and felt a wetness there that confirmed how hungry her body was for sex.

I pushed her back hard on the bed and as she was sprawling I tore off my belt and pants, ripping off my shirt, sending buttons flying. I threw myself on top of her. As she opened her legs wide with eagerness, I realized that, even if she hadn't accepted my argument that she was doing it for dad, her body willing me on. As I pushed my mushroom head inside her lubricated opening, she sobbed in pleasure.

My cock filled her as I started pushing it in and out with an urgency which she reciprocated by pushing her pelvis up to meet me.

As I sliced in and out of her, her moans became louder and louder. I bent my head down to suck her nipples, not slowing my pelvic thrusts as she moaned in her ecstasy. She started drumming her heels on my ass as she tried to pull my cock further inside. I could sense that she was starting an orgasm and I really stabbed into her hard as she climaxed.

I hadn't cum and I lay on top of her still hard as her heavy breathing gradually subsided.

She lay there quietly for a minute with her eyes closed, then slowly whispered, "You're right, if I don't have sex with you I'll be in danger of losing control if some other boys trap me and start fondling me."

With that she rolled me over so she was on top, impaled on my cock. She sat up straight and started fucking me, her pelvis steadily moving backwards and forwards, her big breasts swaying voluptuously with her movement.

I groaned as she fucked me and, as she listened to me, she smiled.

"I bet you've been fantasising about mommy riding you, my big breasts available for you to fondle as I fuck you."

As she said those words, she put her hands behind her head and thrust out her delectable tits, presenting them for my pleasure.

I groaned even louder as I reached up and grasped those succulent melons. Mom grinned at my eagerness and really started pumping her hips, my boner being squeezed mercilessly by her gripping pussy. The increase in speed heightened my excitement and I could see that mom was getting near another orgasm.

I remembered that when mom was riding Roy she had leant forward grasping the bedrail with both hands to give her leverage to saw herself up and down Roy's hot teenage pole. Now with me, she again suddenly leant forward grasping the bedrail, but instead of screaming "BASTARD" as she had done with Roy, there was a moan of happy expectation as she started sawing herself up and down my hard boner.

Like Roy had done, I started sucking strongly on her nipples. After only pushing herself up and down four or five times, we both screamed in the pleasure of our climaxes, my cum spurting shot after shot inside her.

She collapsed on top of me but I was not finished. I remembered how Roy had shoved her onto her hands and knees facing the bedrail before he was interrupted by dad. I wanted desperately to go one better than Roy had done, so pushing mom around I soon had her in position. Mom didn't really know what was going on until I started to rub some oil on her asshole.

 

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She was murmuring something that sounded like, "I'm not so sure about this," when I gently pushed my helmet through that anal opening.

As I expected, she grasped the bedrail to steady herself as I commenced a tender fucking motion gaining a slightly deeper insertion with each movement.

I was enjoying the thought that I'd achieved something Roy hadn't, when I started thinking about how Roy would have approached anal sex with her. As I considered this, I knew that there would be no gentleness involved, quite the contrary.

Mom was startled as she suddenly heard me snarl, "Right you mommy slut."

I grabbed the hair forcefully, pulling her head back and began ramming her ass, stabbing my cock inside her as deep as I could. Mom was screaming with each thrust, but after a while I could tell she was loving it. As my thighs were slapping into her, she was pushing her butt back. When I came inside her this time I felt drained of cum.

Just then we heard dad's car drawing up outside and I dashed to my room to change.

The next morning dad was going to his hospital appointment. Mom had gone to the kitchen window as usual to wave him off and was waiting patiently as dad got distracted and disappeared into the garage. Coming up behind mom I pushed myself against her ass and reached under her blouse grabbing her tits.

Mom immediately started moaning and whispering "stop it". However I knew she was as eager as I was and when I slid my hands under her skirt inside her panties her wetness confirmed it.

She gasped as I pulled her panty material to one side and pushed my boner in her hot pussy and began fucking her slowly with short thrusts. Just then dad came out of the garage and turned to wave to mom before he got into his car. Mom did well to weakly wave an arm back at him as she was thrusting back at me at the same time. I shot my cum into mom for what would be the first of many times that day.

We fucked on the floor and we fucked on the couch. I even fucked her on the table with her legs over my shoulders. We waited until late afternoon before I fucked her in the ass. I think we both regarded that act as a nice finale to a great day's sex.

It wasn't till mid evening that dad arrived home looking jubilant. He told me the treatment had worked a lot quicker than he thought and then dragged mom into the bedroom. I had my ear to their door and, although I didn't get all the conversation, I understood that he could now have sex again. Not only could he have sex but I gathered that he was determined to start immediately. Mom's moans started after only a minute and they continued until after midnight.

The next morning dad came down to the kitchen for a drink and then disappeared back into the bedroom again. They had still not emerged when I got a text on my phone.

I had been feeling pretty depressed all day. I was pleased for dad but could see that my sex with mom was now going to be rare if at all. However, the text cheered me up. It was from Anushka Sen. She was wondering if I fancied going to see a movie. With Roy gone she obviously hadn't found anybody else yet. I quickly texted her saying I'd be round to pick her up and sat back feeling a lot happier with life. I had my memory of seeing her head bobbing, going to third base with Roy and with a new found confidence I would be aiming for nothing less than a home run.

THE-END

 

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#Divya Khosla Kumar

Ram sat at his desk and looked at the framed photo on his desk. It was a picture from their last vacation to the mountains of West. As he looked at the picture, he saw the entire scene. They had just hiked up a small portion of the trail and came to a lookout point. Ram spent the hike staring at Divya in her shorts that seemed to hug her body perfectly. With that she had worn a tank top and over that was a green and yellow flannel to protect from a chill. As they had hiked, she shed the flannel and had it wrapped around her waist. He was always captivated by her looks. In this picture she had her hair in a ponytail, but she usually chose to let it flow easily over her shoulders in soft curls. When it did this, it framed her small face perfectly. Her eyes shone brightly and even a small flash would appear as a bright starburst in her eye's reflection.

When she's in a good mood eyes shimmer like diamonds. Her nose is perfectly sloped to match her face and her lips seem to be in a constant smile. More than once Ram has caught others looking her over like she was on the menu.

He recalled walking up the trail and passing random people and a few times a small group of boys. With this thought he looked around at his class that was coming in and taking their seats. He then went back to the picture on the desk and thought about those groups. There had been one group that looked like they were about the same age as the boys he taught on a regular basis in his Philosophy classes. They had stopped them on the trail and had talked specifically with Divya and seemed to all but ignore him. Each of them took the chance to try and touch her in an innocent way or an accidental brush. Divya was caught off-guard and Ram could tell she was uncomfortable. He stepped in and the boys moved on. As they walked away, they called back to Ram, "Take care of her old man! Or else we would be happy to!"

'What is that supposed to mean?' Ram had thought. They then used the lookout as a picture opportunity and he now held the proof of that trip in his hands. He placed the picture back on his desk and stood up to address the class. Just then he saw two boys from the class stand up and push each other.

"You fucked my girlfriend you piece of shit!" Said a tall guy that was about 19 years old, before he threw a wild punch at a black guy that looked the same age.

"I fuckin' told ya. If you ain't gonna take care of her then I would. That wasn't a threat motherfucker." He said back as he dodged the punch and returned a hard blow that caused the tall guy to go unconscious and fall to the ground.

"Get OUT of my class now!" Ram yelled at the boy and pointed to the exit of his class room. He then thought back to the hike and realized that those boys on the trail had meant the same thing. "Take him to the clinic, and for the rest of you read Chapter 15 and I want a paper on my desk before next class. It will discuss their similarities and differences. Class for the day is cancelled." He told them all before sitting back in his chair and staring at the picture again.

"See ya later Boss Man!" He heard and looked up to see a handsome young man. He wore nice clothes and seemed to carry himself with an heir of superiority. Ram hated him already and didn't know why. He simply waved at him dismissively. Once the last person had left, he picked up the picture and thought about the scenario. They had been in the middle of nowhere. If those boys had wanted to have their way with Divya, he wouldn't have been able to stop them.

He felt his pants go tight and he looked around the room to ensure that he was alone before he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He closed his eyes and remembered what actually happened then he imagined a scenario where the boys had pushed him down and threatened him with violence as they then stripped Divya naked and had her pressed against a tree. Ram imagined watching on helplessly as each one took turns fucking her hard and leaving her full of their cum, before walking away down the trail. It took only a few minutes from the time he started imaging to the moment his cock erupted in a fountain of cum. 'Where did that thought come from?' He thought to himself as he reached for his gym bag under his desk and used his workout shirt to clean the cum from his cock and his hand.



As his dick slowly deflated, he felt guilty for this fantasy. He looked at her picture with her smiling face and said he was sorry and that it wouldn't happen again. He grabbed his keys and bag and headed for the door. As he locked the door and turned to walk away, he saw that same handsome kid close by. He walked right by him and nodded his acknowledgement. The young man waited for his professor to pass then returned to the class. He pulled out a ring of keys and found the correct one before he unlocked the door.

His name was Richard. He didn't need to go to school and he didn't care about the classes. He used them to find willing women and other students that he could use as a part of his group's enjoyment. He had watched from the doorway earlier as his teacher Mr. Ram excused the class then stared at a picture and jerked off. Rich wanted to see what he was looking at to jerk off so fiercely. The keys were easily explained away. He was a rich kid and his dad had paid for parts of the school, so this afforded him with a free pass. Rich had stolen the janitors keys last year and though the janitor knew it was him and told the president of the school, nothing ever happened to him. In fact, it was the janitor that lost his job because of his careless loss of the keys.

Rich let himself into the room and walked down the stairs. He then approached the desk and lifted the framed picture. Looking back at him was the boring old professor and a woman that was out of his league. He lithe frame stood out in her tank top as the scenery behind her failed to match the looks that she produced. He could see the outline of a bra under the tank top, but it didn't seem like her breasts were all that large. At most they were A possibly B-cup breasts. He took the photo with him as he left the class. He had decided that this woman was going to be his groups new toy. He loved taking wives from men and this one was going to be especially nice.

"Boys! Boys! Listen up! Pass this picture around and vote on her." Rich said as he stood at the pulpit in the foyer of their prestigious club. It was an old club, so old in fact that many people said it dated back to the War. The building was stately and grand. It was a mansion paid for with previous members' dues.

The front was a single wooden door that stood eight feet tall and four feet wide. The hard red wood of the front door was a portal to a large foyer that was decorated in warm reds. The left and right led to similar rooms that would have been used as sitting and receiving rooms respectively. Now it was used as a submission room and a video room. In front of the foyer was a stair case that climbed halfway up then split in two, leading to separate landings. This in turn led to individual rooms for its youngest members and a spacious bedroom in each room.

The other young men handed around the picture he had taken. He made enough copies for each man there. They all looked at her smiling back at them in the picture and each of them voiced their approval. "I'll take your noises as agreement and we will move on to the procurement." With that announced the meeting was disbanded and they all walked out together.

Rich arrived to class early and approached his teacher. "Hey Professor Ram, didn't you have a picture of a hot little slut?" He asked trying to goad the old man.

"How dare you!" He said to the young man.

"Like you have the balls to do anything. I bet that bitch would look great with a cock shoved down her throat. Does she enjoy it when you hold her hair like bike handles as you fuck her mouth? Oh wait, what am I saying. Your little dick hasn't satisfied your young wife." He continued to badger the teacher until he finally snapped and stood up and took a swing at him.

 

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As soon as he threw the punch, he knew he had been fooled into it. He tried to ignore the fact that he did anything and simply sat back down. Rich laughed at him, "Now we know who's in charge here. Now I get what I want, or you lose your professorship and your way of life. Good luck with getting a job in this market and with me telling all my dad's friends what you tried to do to me. Now, you either give me what I want and your career fires up. If not, then she will watch you fizzle out. She will leave you so quick that she's gonna end up in my bed anyway." He spoke in a manner that was a request but also a statement made in threat.

Ram sat stunned at his desk and listened as Richard told him what was going to happen.

"I saw you yesterday jerking off at your desk staring at your girls picture and have it recorded. So now not only do we have the attempted assault of one of your students we also have public exposure. Not only is your job on the line but also your freedom. I can't imagine the Police will think to kindly to a pervert running around young girls all day. Do you?" Rich asked, speaking down to the teacher. Ram for his part fell silent and shook his head no. He felt that he was no longer in a position of power. Rich understood this and told him what would happen.

"Here's what you need to know. You are going to take your wife out to a nice dinner tonight at ***** in town at 7pm. With me so far?" He asked Ram.

"I, I think so, but I can't get in there without a reservation and it's too late for one now." He said, it made him feel better knowing that this kids plan wouldn't be possible at least for now. This would give him time to figure a way out of it.

"I have one setup. My family has a standing reservation at that restaurant, and you will be dining with me and a companion." He was told, and it deflated the little hope he had remaining. "Now, at this dinner you won't tell me to stop or ask her to leave with you at all. Understood?" He asked with a menacing glare. Ram simply nodded his head. "Oh, and make sure you give her this mixed up in a drink before you leave. It's gonna help her relax." He said laughing. He handed Ram a small bag of a white powder then watched as Rich walked out of his class.

The rest of the day went by in a blur for Ram. He knew that he had taught classes and answered questions, but everything was foggy and before he understood it, the time had come for the end of the day. As he was collecting his things, he picked up his phone from the desk and thought that if he could record this kid blackmailing him then he could use it to get out of this trouble he was in. He again smiled to himself at how smart he was, and he opened up his message's app to text Divya. "Hey honey, I want to take you out to dinner. It's at **** , I know you've always wanted to go, and I was able to get us in tonight." He then hit send and it was 10 seconds later he got a reply from her that simply had emojis excited and a thumbs up. He was sure that this meant yes but he couldn't gauge how excited she was. He picked up his bag and walked out of the class and to his car.

As he drove home, he tried to think of the best way to trick him into admitting what he was doing and finally decided that he would just try to record with his phone during dinner and ask him to repeat the threat. He arrived home and walked into the house. Divya was nowhere to be seen but she called out to him. "How much time do I have?" She asked.

"Umm, we should probably leave in 20 minutes." He said as he walked through the house and into their bedroom. He saw her walking around the bathroom in a pair of panties that were so small that they could have been used as floss. He saw a small panel of lace fabric as she looked at him and the rest of the underwear was all black string. It spanned around her hips then dove down between the globes of her beautiful ass until it was lost to sight. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts still stood tall and magnificent on her chest. The benefits of having B size breasts was that there wasn't a need for a bra. Ram began to rub the front of his pants and then started to undo the buckle of his belt.

Divya looked back at him from the mirror and saw what he was doing. "Calm down there killer, I'm going to wrap your present and you can unwrap me tonight." She smiled and it melted him right there.

'I can't wait. I hope I can make it through dinner.' He thought, before he remembered why he could get her into such a fancy place that they were going tonight. When he remembered that his heart sank. He watched her finish getting ready then walk into the closet and told him to go get her a drink. Ram went to their kitchen and poured her a glass of Moscato then recalled Rich's instructions and pulled the bags out of his pocket. 'What is this stuff? It's surely a drug of some kind, but what? Can I actually drug her?' He asked himself all of these questions while at the same time emptying the bag into the glass and stirring it in. As he was bringing her the glass she was walking out in her dress.

Ram almost dropped the glass when he saw her. She was wearing a black dress with small spaghetti straps over the shoulders and it was so tight that it looked like a second skin. There were two slits in the ankle length skirt which ran from its length and seemingly ended at her hips. As she walked toward him, he saw almost her entire leg come into view until she stepped again, and her other leg gave the same show. She saw him staring and did a small turn and the back was entirely open until the small of her back where the skirt was connected. She looked both extraordinarily beautiful and also looked like quite the sex goddess as well. He handed her the glass and watched as she tipped it at her mouth and drank it all in one smooth motion. She then handed him the glass and kissed him on the cheek. "Let's go, I'm already getting horny, but I really want to see this restaurant first. Maybe, if you're lucky I'll give you a blowjob in the car." She told him.

They walked out of the house and he opened her door and watched both milky white legs become exposed to him as she sat into her seat. The opening fell perfectly around each leg and the piece of fabric in the middle did well to hide her modesty. He cursed himself for the situation he was in. He could be enjoying her right now but instead he felt like he was delivering her to a fate worse than anything he could imagine. Then he chided himself and assured himself that it was only dinner. Surely, they would be fine with a small dinner.

Ram drove out of their driveway and moved toward downtown where the restaurant was. Divya reached over and began lightly rubbing his upper thigh and then her hand ran over the crotch of his pants. "Have you been this hard since you saw me changing?" She asked as she expertly undid his pants and pulled out his cock while he tried to drive.

"I can't help it, look at you." Ram told her as he glanced at her and saw her exposed legs. She caught his eye and smiled before unbuckling her seatbelt and kneeling over the center divider and hovering her head over his cock.

"Momma wants a taste of your cock. Can I have it? I need it. Please?" She asked before diving down and taking his full length in one motion. He was barely able to hold back from painting the back of her mouth with a flood of cum before he got into the rhythm of her blowjob and placed a hand gently on the back of her head for encouragement. For eight minutes she sucked his dick and never stopped even when there were red lights and drivers in large trucks passing them. She finally sat up when they got to the restaurant and when he looked at her, he saw that her expression had changed.

She was flushed in the face and the chest. Her eyes were glassy, and she looked like she was in a daze. She sat down in her chair as they approached the valet and Ram noticed that her legs were uncovered but that the center fabric was now on one side and there was nothing between her legs. He worried about her being exposed but before he could react, they had pulled up and a young man in a red coat opened her door and looked down. He held out his hand, but Ram knew where his eyes were. He was clearly looking between her legs and Divya saw it as well. "Would this be enough of a tip for you?" She asked as she smiled at him while she stood up. Then leaned in and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before moving away from him and the car.

Ram and Divya met up at the hood of the car and walked into the restaurant arm in arm. The restaurant was in an older part of downtown and the building was one of the last architectural relics from the 1930's. Reporters liked to lament that its bones were strong but in reality, it took a lot of effort to keep this building and this restaurant open. The building was a three-story tower with lofts on the top two floors and green ivy growing around it all in small green fingers. Around the front of the building where they were the ivy seemed to have been shaped into a small canopy over a set of double-doors. The doors were vines crisscrossing each other out of wrought-iron and framed inside of them was a thick glass.

Ram was surprised at how formal everything was and he hoped that he was dressed well enough for this place. Doormen on each side of the door opened them both up to allow them to walk in together and they proceeded to the hostess stand. "Ram, party of two." Ram said meekly, he didn't know what name Rich would have put it under before they arrived.

"Your party is already here sir." She said before walking them back to the table.

"What does she mean, 'your party'?" Divya asked as they walked back behind the young hostess.

"One of the kids in my class has a bit of influence here and said that he could get us in if we didn't mind sharing a table with him and a guest. I knew you've wanted to come here for so long that you wouldn't mind." He told her and was happy that he only lied a little bit. They walked to a corner booth that seemed spacious but out of the main light and so it felt like a private alcove in the rest of the restaurant. In fact, as they walked toward the table, he almost didn't see Rich and a beautiful woman already sitting at the table. The other tables seemed to have been arranged in a manner that provided the large table unexpected privacy. 'How Cool is that?' He thought.

As they approached the table Rich got out to greet them and his date also stood up. She was tall and thin. Her hair flowed straight down her back and ended between her shoulder blades. Ram noticed the same glassy expression on her face and wondered if he usually drugged his girlfriends too. She wore a red dress that fit snuggly on her small frame. It was perched about her breasts and this caused them to seem to stick out further. He thought that they could be a C-cup, but he could never really tell without asking. The material of the dress looked like a stretchy synthetic material and it hugged her all the way down until its end at her mid-thigh. Rich on the other hand was wearing a lime green polo shirt with a pair of khaki pants and sandals. It surprised Ram that they would let him in dressed like this.

"Professor, thank you for coming. And this must be your beautiful wife that you talk about all the time." Rich said as he shook Ram's hand hard then turned to Divya and opened his arms. Ram watched as Rich encircled his arms around her and pulled her in close. His arms wrapped around her small waist and as he hugged her, he watched her hands come up and smash between them against Rich's chest. Rich let his hug last for a few moments to long while he rested his hands on her lower back and as he broke the hug, he dropped his hands innocently and allowed them to glide gently over the top of her butt. "Please, please, have a seat, will you? Ladies, you should be on the inside and Ram and I will be on the outside of you." Rich said as he motioned the ladies into the corner booth that wrapped around and allowed for entry on both sides.

Even though there was entry available on both sides, Ram noted that both women lined up on the side that Rich was motioning to. First was Rich's date who he failed to introduce and as she sat down her legs parted slightly and Ram enjoyed a view up her skirt to a pair of pale pink lace panties that seemed to be crotchless. The look was too brief to be sure, but he could swear that there was certainly something special about them. As she sat, she looked at him still standing and smiled shyly before moving in further. Next was Divya and as she sat, she held Rich's hand. It wasn't held out of affection but rather in the same way that you would help someone up off the floor. Ram found all this contact a bit odd since Divya was usually stand offish to new people and he certainly expected her to be this way with a spoiled rich kid, but she seemed to be unaware of his true self.

She slid in gracefully then to his surprise he offered the seat next to his wife to Ram. Ram's eyes grew large as he expected Rich to try and get her alone right there and then. Once they were all sitting Rich said to the others there, "This is Isha. I wanted a date for tonight after I heard you two wanted to come and she almost jumped at the chance." As he told us, he motioned to the woman seated next to Divya. She held a hand out to her and they shook awkwardly before she then extended her hand to Ram who also shook it. As Ram was releasing his handshake from her, he noticed that it felt like a ring on her hand and as he looked down, he saw a wedding ring.

 

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"Rich, are you married?" Ram heard Divya ask as she to noticed the ring on her hand. "You're awfully young to be married, aren't you? I would have sworn you were a playboy." She continued with a sexy look that broke Ram's heart to see it directed at Rich.

"No, we aren't married. Truth be told, we aren't even dating. Her husband works for my dad and I took a fancy with her, so I asked her out and she agreed to help me out. She's really nice that way." He said as he dropped a hand into Isha's lap and placed it high on her thigh. Divya saw where his hand was and squeezed her legs together tighter in response. She couldn't imagine another man putting their hands on her and she wanted to pull her away from Rich for the sake of Isha's marriage. But, she didn't. Instead she talked with Rich as though nothing untoward was happening. They talked and laughed, and Ram was largely ignored. After dinner they continued through two bottles of wine until almost two hours had passed. Isha asked to be excused to use the ladies' room and Divya excused herself as well. The ladies walked away from the seats and Ram watched as every eye, male and female, turned to look at them as they walked to the bathrooms.

Once they were gone Rich looked at Ram, "Now Isha's going to move us into the second step of tonight. What happens next, I imagine that you will be conflicted about but just enjoy it." He said and left what was to happen a mystery. Ram sat confused and waited quietly for the girls to return.

After ten more minutes had passed Ram finally saw the girls returning. He noticed that Divya was adjusting her dress and seemed to be trying to make sure that everything was sitting correctly. Rich stood up to allow them back into the booth and to Ram's surprise Isha got in first and Divya followed after her. This but Isha next to Ram and Divya next to Rich. Almost as soon as they were in the booth and Rich was seated again the girls slid under the table. Ram followed them with his head and peeked under the table to ask what was happening. "Ram, just wait up there. I promise you'll like this." Isha scolded him before pulling the cloth back down and covering them.

Under the table Isha and Divya kneeled uncomfortably around the table. Isha put her mouth near Divya's ear and whispered to her, "Let's play a trick on them and see if they notice. You take Rich and I'll take Ram." After she said this, Divya watched as Isha turned her body towards Ram and used her hands to pull his knees apart. From where she was kneeling, she could see her move her hands into Ram's lap and over his crotch. To her relief, Ram lowered his hands to try and push her away. Isha removed one hand and turned to Divya and motioned up to Ram with a look that said, "Tell your man to play along."

She didn't know why but she got very near Isha under the table and talked up through the tablecloth, "Babe, remember when we fucked in the restaurant bathroom? Imagine getting a blowjob at the table?" She said before retreating to where she had started. Ram stopped trying to push Isha away and instead she watched as Ram raced to pull his dick out. Once out she saw Isha wrap her hand around his cock and begin pumping up and down. Her red nails seemed to become a blur with the speed that she was able to reach. She looked over at Rich under the table and saw that his cock was already out. She couldn't help but be impressed by the size of it and instinctively reached out to feel it.

She felt justified in holding it in her grasp since Ram was getting a hand job from another woman. Divya started to slide her hand up and down his large shaft and the table seemed to lift up and allowed them more room to work with. This caught Ram by surprise but when he looked over at Rich he just smiled and pointed at a switch against the wall to indicate that it was the reason for the table's movement.

Rich put his hands under the table and found Divya's head. He placed his hands on either side of her head covering her ears and pulled her toward his lap. She struggled slightly as he continued to pull until the head of his cock was directly in front of her face. Though repulsed at the thought of another man's dick besides Ram she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside her. As soon as she did that it seemed that she lost control and began moving up and down along his venous shaft. She could feel him throb and grow more in her mouth and she felt full already. While she was taking him fully in her mouth and had a nose full of Richs pubic hair in her nose, she heard Ram ass he made it known he was cumming. Divya pulled off of Rich's dick and turned to see Isha slurp in satisfaction as she sucked and swallowed the remaining cum dripping from Ram's spent dick.

Divya felt jealous that he would dare cum in another girl's mouth and turned back to Rich intent on making him cum. She engulfed his dick in her mouth and used her other hand to play with his balls. Isha slid back into her seat as Divya continued on. When Isha emerged right next to him, he realized that she was the one that had sucked him off. "You're so much more gentle than he is. Your poor girlfriend is going to have a rough night." She told him before kissing him fully on the lips. Rich pulled Divya's head tight against the base of his cock as he felt himself nearing an explosion and he filled her mouth with rope after rope of cum. She swallowed hard and kept swallowing through each spray until he was done. Then he released her head and pulled her up into the booth again.

"That was really enjoyable. Divya, you suck like a pro. Mind if I share you with 15 of my closest friends?" Rich asked laughing. Though he laughed, Ram feared that what he was saying is exactly what he planned to do.

"I don't think Ram would be too happy about that." She told him.

 

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"I bet you'd be surprised to see what Ram's willing to let you do tonight. How about we have a nightcap and discuss this back at the B******** Club." He told her as he stood up and held his hand to her.

"The B******* Club? I heard that's a secret society. There's all sorts of stories and rumors about what happens there. You're a member?" She asked Rich inquisitively.

"One of the most powerful ones." He boasted.

"Is it true then?" She asked.

"Let's go find out if what you're asking is really what you're asking." He said as he held out his hand and helped her out of the seat. Isha moved over in the seat and he helped her out as well. Ram got out of his side all alone and while Divya looked back at him with love in her eyes, she stayed with Rich in front of him. He could still tell by the near vacant look in her eyes that the drug was still working.

Ram walked slowly behind Rich and the girls as they led the way out of the restaurant. Rich had an arm around each girl's waist as they walked. Around Isha it was groping and feeling around her ass and on Divya he was slowly lowering it. Each time it would go below her lower back and onto her ass cheeks she would gently pull it back up. By the time they made it out to the Valet stand she had given up trying to move his hand away. She seemed to think it was a lost cause.

At the Valet stand Ram tried to hand a kid standing there his ticket but Rich took it instead. "You're in now shape to drive right now. We'll all get in my car and have my driver take us over to the club then he can bring you back later." He said as held a hand up at the curb and Ram noticed a silver limousine come off the curb and head towards them. "I know that a limo is garish, but I wanted something with enough room for the ladies to stretch out in. Otherwise I would have brought my Rolls or Bentley." He continued.

'Of course, this little asshole has all the money to waste on these cars.' Ram thought, then wondered how it was fair that some people could be so spoiled and be such horrible people. When the limo arrived the four of them waited for the valets to open the door then they climbed in. First, Isha climbed in and everyone seemed to enjoy the sight of the dress's fabric stretch tightly around her well-toned ass. Then following her was his Divya that Rich held around the hips as he guided her into the back of the car. Following her was Rich and finally Ram climbed into the long and spacious car. Isha, Rich and Divya sat on the back-bench seat with left Ram sitting alone on one of the side seats. As he looked at the three of them carrying on a conversation he also felt very alone on that seat.

Ram watched as Isha leaned up and whispered something in Rich's ear. When she was finished, she saw Rich's eyes glimmer and a small smile crept across his weasel face. He then turned to Divya, "Isha says that you two played a trick on us while you were in the bathroom. Is that so?" He asked her in a voice loud enough to let Ram know he was invited to this information.

She sheepishly nodded her head and looked at Ram in embarrassment before she pulled her opened the part in her dress up to her panties. As she raised the dress Ram expected to see her very small black panties from earlier in the bathroom when she was getting ready. Instead what came into view was a pair of lace pink panties. While his mind was trying to figure things out, he saw Isha open her legs and the fabric of her short skirt rolled back to her hips he saw the small black panties resting against her skin. Both Ram and Rich looked back and forth between the two girls sitting so exposed and Ram felt himself getting hard again and looked at Richs lap and he was also sprouting another erection.

Rich laughed heartily and then placed his hand on Divya's knee gently. "Now, something you don't know Ram, but I imagine Divya found out as soon as she put these on is that I don't have my girls wear just any kind of underwear." He said as he pulled her knee open. Divya tried to keep her legs closed but Rich was much stronger, she relented, and her legs spread open. "Ahh yes, there it is. I demanded Isha wear crotchless panties to allow me easier access when I wanted it. And now they seem to be on your girl Ram. What do you think?" He asked directing his question to Ram who seemed to be sitting in a stupor as he stared at his longtime girlfriend with Rich's hand on her knee and her pussy exposed in a pair of pink open crotched panties.

Ram felt like he needed to stop this somehow, but he couldn't do anything without risking his job or his freedom. He thought they could surely make it through one night of this together, couldn't they? Rich slid his hand around her knee as he saw Divya look out the window as they drove and then slowly began rubbing the inside of her thigh. As he was doing this, he motioned for Isha to move in front of Ram. Isha had been told before the night on what to do and what to expect. She had been used many times by the members of the B*** Club. It was only by their grace that her husband not only had a job but the small status of manager that they had given him.

She kneeled in front of Ram and held her skirt up to her hips. "How do your girls panties look on me?" She asked him.

"They suit you well." Ram said truthfully then turned back to look at Divya as Rich seemed to be getting closer and closer to her exposed pussy. He could see her looking to him for help, but he couldn't do anything to help.

"Would you like to smell them? To see if you can smell her pussy and my pussy? She was soaking wet when I took them off of her and now look at how wet I am." She said as she pulled the small panties to the side to display a cleanly shaven pussy that glistened in the light of the limos back. She traced a finger through her wet slit then fed it to Ram. As her finger slipped into his mouth, he saw that Rich had come into contact with Divya's pussy and was playing with her.

Ram looked at her face and saw that Divya had her eyes closed tight and was biting her lower lip. He began to hear her moans and gasps as she was nearing an orgasm. Ram watched as Rich pushed a finger inside of her and pulled it out. He continued this assault until she reached down and held his hand in place, and she screamed in extasy in the back of the limo with this young man's hand deeply entrenched in her pussy while her husband sat just two feet away. As she began to relax after that experience, she looked at Ram ashamed of her action and reaction to this molestation and pulled Rich's hand away from herself. Rich smiled lasciviously and sat back in his chair for the remainder of the ride back. "Isha!" Rich called to her as he held his wet hand up in the air.

Isha looked over and saw the gleaming hand and crawled over on her hands and knees. Ram noticed that her dress was still bunched up around her waist as she crawled to Rich and he couldn't help but stare at it as she crawled the short distance to him. As he looked, he saw the lips of her pussy protrude out the back and seem to eat the string of the panties as it passed between them. When Isha reached Rich, she grabbed his hand and licked the juices left behind by Divya until all that was left was the saliva from her mouth. Even then she continued to try and pull more until Rich pulled his hand away. "Is it sweeter now or in the bathroom?" Rich asked her.

Ram was confused and looked to Divya for some answer, but she wouldn't even meet his gaze as she stared out of the window. "Now for sure. In the bathroom she was so shy that I almost had to pry her legs open. When I did, she was already soaking wet and when I began licking her, she almost smothered me to death with her pussy, but now it tastes even sweeter. Thank You." She told him before also getting up and sitting in her seat beside Rich. As soon as she was seated again, they felt the car come to a stop and the driver exited the car and came around the front to open their door.

Isha got out first then Rich behind her as he playfully pinched her ass. When it was Divya's turn, she finally looked at Ram, "I don't want to go in there. All the stories I mentioned at dinner are about how women get tied up and fucked over and over again. I don't want that to be me. I love you, take me home and we can forget this night forever." She pleaded with him as she lunged forward and gripped his hands in hers. He tried to answer her as he sat there but each time he opened his mouth, only silence escaped.

Rich grew impatient outside of the car and saw that Divya was pleading with Ram and so he climbed back into the car briefly and grabbed Divya by the hair and pulled her back. She cried out in pain and fell back on her butt and Ram watched as her legs flew into the air and spread out wide. Ram went from looking at Rich pulling her by the hair to her exposed pussy in Isha's pink panties. Rich pulled her out forcefully and Ram looked up to see determination on his face as she was yanked out of the car. Ram followed them out of the car and stood up and faced the house. He was impressed with the size and majesty of it and saw that Rich had Divya stood and was standing behind her with her hands pinned behind her.

 

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He held her hands in place with one hand and with his other he reached up and turned her face towards his and licked her face from the bottom of her cheek all the way above her eye before he turned her towards the large door and pushed her towards it. She stumbled forward and the door swung open and four other men grabbed ahold of her. "Bring her in the submission room. We have some work to do." He told them. As he spoke, they each grabbed an appendage of hers. One man for each arm and leg. Ram watched as the men at the legs took liberties in sliding up between her legs and he wondered if they were grabbing her cunt.

As he watched her struggle with the men who held her and saw them walk inside, he felt the overwhelming urge to help her. As he was getting out of the car to chase after them, he saw Isha standing in front of him. "Come upstairs and play with me. They aren't going to hurt her, I promise. Would my husband let me come if they did?" She asked and though it didn't make sense he still followed behind her as she walked in the house. He looked right into an empty room and then left and saw Divya being manhandled by those men and thought he noticed even more in there. Isha walked through the foyer and began to climb the stairs. At the top of the stairs Ram heard Divya screaming and begging for help.

He assumed they must have tied her to something because he heard her clearly scream, "Let me go, take these off of me! I want to go home! Ram!" Ram heard her but his feet kept following Isha and as they entered a bedroom he tried again to go and save his girlfriend.

"I have to go and help her. I can't let her be alone." Ram said as he turned to leave the room.

"She's safe and soon will be very happy. I know I was. If you like you can see how she's being treated on this TV here. It will show you everything that's happening in that room. But in order for it to turn on you have to lie in the bed." She told him and motioned to the bed. Ram saw a plain twin sized bed without a headboard. Set into the wall was a single iron ring protruding from the wall. Ram wasn't sure what that was for until he was lying on the bed and Isha straddled him. Ram could feel how wet she already was and held her hips as he forget about Divya for a moment.

Isha used this as her distraction and raised one arm until it was level and next to the iron rim and quickly affixed a set of handcuffs from his wrist to the ring. His left arm now incapable of movement he realized his predicament and quickly began to lash at the restraint and when he noticed Isha start to get off of his lap, he grabbed for her but all he was able to get a hold of was her dress. He felt it tear and she kept trying to get away from him. As it ripped more, she wiggled and fought to free herself from the fabric and from Ram's grasp. The look in his eye was wild and she didn't want any part of it. She fought with all she had and was eventually able to free herself from the small dress then stood far enough away from him and looked at him triumphantly.

"Well I was hoping to enjoy this with you but now it looks like I will just leave you to it and watch a little closer." Isha said as she grabbed a nearby remote and pointed it at the TV. When the television came on, he saw Divya tied to a giant X in the center of the room. She still wore her black dinner dress with the small spaghetti straps over her shoulders. Her legs and arms were spread out to the ends of the X and her dress had pulled away from her legs so that they were exposed very clearly. In the picture he counted no less that 12 men and all had masks on. Ram turned from the TV to Isha and begged her to help him. She merely laughed and dropped the remote and walked out.

Ram yelled after her uselessly and a short moment later he saw her enter the room where they had Divya. She walked directly up to Divya and whispered something to her. Whatever was said it seemed to comfort Divya and she seemed to relax just a bit. Isha then walked up to one of the cameras and stared directly at Ram on the bed. "Now, I left one of your hands free, just in case you want to do what comes naturally. I know my husband did and I rewarded him at the end of the night for it." After she said that she walked over to where Rich was standing. He was easy to pick out since he was the only one without a mask. She dropped to her knees and undid his pants and pulled them down then off his legs like it was her job. The other men all followed suit and soon it was a group of men with shirts on and dicks out.

Isha slowly jerked Rich's cock until it was erect. "Did she suck your cock better than me sir?" Isha asked him before diving headfirst onto that thick meat between his legs.

"I don't compare my conquests. It wouldn't be fair to you." He told her as he pushed her head down with one hand and with his others, he motioned for the men to approach Divya on her X. When they stood near her, he gave clear instructions. "Everything off." He ordered them. The men produced scissors and Ram watched as every piece of fabric on her body was cut off and then pulled away from her. She was now stood naked and the fear had returned to her eyes. "Have at her boys. See how many of these tools we can use before she's begging for more." He said to them and then looked at the camera and said to Ram directly, "They always beg for more at the end of the night."

Three men fought for space as they played with and pinched her breasts. Her nipples were stretched and slapped hard. Ram got mad at what they were doing to her and patted his pockets for his phone to call the police, but it wasn't there. Instead what he felt was his dick hard. He had been so intent on getting out of the restraint then at the TV that he never noticed his erection standing so hard. 'I'll just ignore it. It doesn't mean anything.' He thought as he pushed it to the side and continued to watch the television.

Besides the three men there were others at her feet and her legs that were tickling and groping at her. Divya writhed and laughed at the tickles then cried at the pain of the pinches. Her body was in-congress to the different feelings coursing through her. Ram saw a hand reach up and land directly on her pussy. The light brown patch of hair covering her pussy was now covered by his palm and his fingers dipped easily into her clearly wet pussy. When he saw that hand pulled away, he held it up to the camera and Ram could clearly see her excitement running down his fingers and into his palm.

Next the men untied her restraints at the wrists and held her arms wide and then pulled her forward off the X. More men pulled a device that looked like a Pommel Horse in gymnastics but was small and wrapped in a black leather material. The men leaned her over that while keeping her feet loosely connected to the X. As they laid her down, he saw her continue to struggle uselessly against her captors.

The struggles were less severe than they had been at the beginning. The men tied her hands to the front legs of the Pommel Horse. They then returned to the X and before undoing her leg restraints they placed a long steel bar between her legs and one at a time they undid one leg then connected it to the pole, then did the same for the second leg. Once she was freed from the X it was removed from behind her and the pole was connected to an attachment point on the Pommel Horse as well. Ram saw her test the restraints again and she looked resigned to the strength of them and silently wept as she closed her eyes and wished for this to be over.

 

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Ram noted the order that was happening and saw that Rich held court like a maestro in an orchestra. He directed men to position a machine behind her and as they mov ed it he watched Rich grab a large dildo from the table behind him. Isha was still between his legs trying to get him to cum on her. He simply walked around her, and Ram heard a loud 'Pop' as his cock sprang from her suction cup mouth. Rich walked to the side of Divya and bent over her back and connected the dildo to the end of the machine that was placed between her legs. He motioned for the men to pull it closer and they did. When it was in the right place, he held his hand in a stop signal. "Now it's time for fun." He said as he spoke to her directly with his cock sliding against the sides of her naked flank. Then he turned to the room of men. Who wants first crack at our new sluts' masterful mouth?" He asked and everyone's hand went up.

"I will bite the cock off any man that sticks it in my face!" She said with a ferocity that Ram hadn't ever heard before.

"No, you won't and until you can play nicely with your new friends, we are going to have to make it so you can't." Rich said calm before motioning another man to approach her. Ram noticed that this man carried a small strap with metal and a ring. He neared her face and then kneeled in front of her. Two other men held her head in place as he put the strap around the back of her head and placed the ring in front of her mouth. "Open your mouth now!" Rich said as he slapped her hard in the ass then left his hand there. When she refused her slapped her again, only harder and lower down on her ass. "Open now or the finger you feel at the rim of your asshole is going in without lube you stuck up cunt." He threatened her. Ram saw her relent and open her mouth and the man placed a large ring in her mouth and as he tightened the restraints, he saw the large gaped opening in her mouth.

The man that affixed the apparatus to her face then stood up and brandished his cock in front of her face. "Time to enjoy the fruits of my labor." He said jokingly as he pushed effortlessly into her open mouth. Ram watched as his wife was being fucked in her mouth as she laid naked not 15 feet below him. He was watching and thinking about how he felt watching this. 'I'm angry and jealous and, and, and why am I rubbing my cock through my pants? Their so tight. I need to take them off.' He told himself as he fought to take off his pants and underwear with one hand. Once freed of his own clothes he immediately grasped his cock with his hand. "Ahh Sweet relief." He said out loud in the empty room.

Back in the room Divya's eyes were big and filled with tears as this man held her head tightly in place while he continued to fuck her mouth with his dick until he was clearly about to cum. When he felt himself nearing that climax he pulled out and aimed his dick at her face and shot his cum so that her entire face was covered in cum. All the men applauded and even Ram momentarily thought it was hot to watch her take a load like that across her face.

Rich smiled and then turned on his machine. Ram heard the whir of the motor and saw the dildo begin to go forward and back rhythmically. Rich motioned the men to adjust the location and when it was correct, he gripped the shaft of the dildo with one hand and with his other he placed it between her legs and put the head of the fake dick onto her opening. He then turned up the speed of the machine and Ram watched as a robot began to fuck her.

Divya wanted to fight the feelings that she had but it was undeniable that she was excited and though she didn't want this to happen and felt violated in every way there was she couldn't help but feel herself climaxing from the embarrassment, helplessness and of course the penetration she was experiencing. The fake cock pumping in and out of her sent her through her first orgasm and the men laughed as they saw her eyes roll into the back of her head and she moaned as she pushed back against the machine fucking her. Another man approached her mouth as she corrected her position and she looked up at him first before looking down at his cock. She then leaned forward and placed the head of his cock in her unwilling mouth.

This surprised Ram. It looked like she willingly took him in her mouth but that couldn't be. He watched on in amazement and began stroking his own dick up and down in time with the machine fucking her. Before she had another orgasm, she had successfully sucked off two more men and as she neared another body rocking orgasm Rich shut off the machine. Divya whimpered and cried like a child that had her toy taken away. She looked at Rich with begging in her eyes.

 

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"Don't worry dear. We aren't done yet." He told her then waved the machine away. As the men pulled the machine away the sound of the dildo sliding out of her pussy was amazing. It was wet and sloppy and once it was out a camera was brought over to show Ram exactly how wet she was. Ram wanted to thank the camera man but also kill him. Divya's pussy was literally dripping from how excited she was. The camera then retreated and, in its place, stood Rich between her legs.

He looked at the camera and spoke to Ram. "Hey teach, how does it feel to stroke your cock while you watch us violate your girl?" He asked. Ram sat silently watching as he waited for Rich to penetrate her. "Didn't Isha tell you? We have a camera up there watching you as well. Divya has been watching how happy you are to be here. If you know what I mean." He said then the camera changed angle and a television in the room showed him on the bed with his hand around his cock stroking it.

Divya continued to have cocks pushed in her mouth and without getting a reply from Ram, Rich pushed himself fully into Divya. When he did so she moaned again at the intrusion of another cock. "I think she doesn't need the ring anymore boys. I think she'll be kind to us. Don't you think you can be a good girl?" Rich said to the men around her then directed the question to her. She simply nodded yes.

The contraption around her head came off and as soon as it was removed another dick was thrust in her face. She opened her mouth willingly and accepted the new dick. She tried to bob her head but didn't have the range of motion to be effective. The man using her mouth knew this problem and like the others he gripped her already cum filled hair and began fucking her face hard. He constantly rammed his cock into her mouth to the point where she would gag and try to recoil away from him. When she did that, she pushed harder against Rich behind her. This assault continued for a few more minutes before the man at her face also pulled out and shot a load of cum over the back of Divya.

Ram had released his dick when he found out he was being watched as well but found that his hand returned to his cock and was pumping furiously at his wife being used so hard.

Rich kept fucking her hard but as he sensed her nearing climax he stopped again and pulled out. "Please don't stop. I need to cum. Please Oh God Please fuck me." She turned her head and begged Rich.

"Tell me whose whore you are and that you will willingly come back here again and again as well as do whoever, whenever and however we tell you to." Rich told her.

"Yes, Yes I will, just please, please let me cum on your cock." She said.

"Tell me what you are." Rich told her.

"I'm a useless whore that needs to be fucked hard and angrily by men anytime they want. I'm your whore!" She said to him.

"Next Position." Rich called out to the men and they quickly jumped into action. Four men untied her arms and legs from the table and the pole and others lifted her up while still more men moved the Pommel Horse and the machine out of the room. In its place, a twin size mattress and frame was brought in. It seemed strange to Ram that this would be the pinnacle of the night. It seemed so mundane after such a sadistic beginning. The men turned her over effortlessly then laid her down so that her ass was on the edge of the side of the twin bed and her head was at the other edge as she was laid sideways across it. Ram then watched as the men tie lengths of rope around each wrist and ankle then pull them tightly to the corners of the bed. This caused Divya to be opened up wide for all to see.

Ram knew that she was flexible, but it looked like they had forced her into an entire split, and she looked in pain, but Rich didn't seem to care and directed his men around the room to engage. "I was the first to fuck you and I will be the last to fuck you. In between you are fair game for these guys. And by looking at you, this won't be the last time either." Rich said to her.

Then another voice spoke up. It was another guy in the group. "I know her. She's one of the bosses at my job. Holy Shit I can't believe I didn't recognize her before. Can I fuck her next? I've wanted to fuck her for what seems like forever." He said and Rich smiled and welcomed him between her legs. Ram saw Divya look up at him and try to figure out who he was. "Alright you stuck up cunt. Now I'm going to fill you so full of cum that when I do it again at work next week you are still going to be dripping from tonight." He told her before plunging his thick shaft into her. As soon as he started fucking her, he lost control and came unexpectantly then pulled out and slinked away.

"This, gentleman, is why control is so important. He got to emotionally invested in this interaction and so he couldn't last long enough to make an impression. Look at this whore, she's laughing at him now. Who is next to show her that it's not polite to laugh at the men pleasing her?" He asked the remaining men.

Another man walked between her legs and Divya looked between his legs and was surprised at how normal his size was but, in his hand, he carried a small whip. As he pushed the head of his dick into her, he held onto her hip with one hand as he slid in and out and with the whip hand, he began smacking her hard across her tits as they shifted up and down. Soon Ram could see on the screen that there were red marks lined across each breast and as he continued to pump into her, she was fed a cock from the other end of the bed and though she was filled with cock she could still be heard moaning. The man fucking and flogging her stopped his smacking and pulled out of her pussy then shot his load between her legs and onto her belly.

The man in her mouth pulled out and as she laid there with a momentary pause in suitors she realized that she missed being fucked for this small amount of time but as she thought about the missing cock she was filled up again and as she tried to lift her head up a blindfold was put over her eyes. The sensation of not seeing who was doing things to her or what they were doing drove her wild and as a new man stood between her legs and toyed with her clit, she came from just the thought of another round. He spent 10 minutes pulling the hood of her clitoris up then pinching her sensitive nub. He then used an ice cube and held it on her clit until she cried out. Following that he pushed five large cubes of ice into her. As soon as the cubes entered, he could see a river of the melting water dribble out of her hole.

Another took this opportunity to affix clamps to each of her punctuated nipples. They stood on end and reached for the heavens. What her nipples found instead was a painful sexual reminder that she was nearing something that would resemble Nirvana to her and the enlightenment she would obtain would be that she was no longer the owner of her body but that the B********** Club now owned her. The clamps were tighter around each extended bulb and connected by a metal-beaded line that was pulled in different ways to manipulate her nipples differently. She lifted up her chest to follow the movements and felt the sensation of the cold liquid escaping her pussy. To her it felt like she was peeing, but it was cold rather than warm as it dribbled into the crack of her ass and onto the mattress.

A new person pushed the ice-man out of the way and slide between her legs and pushed directly into her. "I came back for round two because I can't have you thinking that I can't fuck at work you cunt." He told her as he began pushing into her. He lasted longer but again lost control when she spoke to him.

 

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"Please fuck me hard. I want you to use me at work anytime you want. Just come in my office then cum in my useless pussy. Please." She begged him and this reversal of the woman he knew at work was enough to again send him over the top and before he could pull out, he shot her womb full of cum. With that last shot her restraints were loosened and the ropes holding her legs were tied together and looped behind her head. This kept her legs spread but, in a frogman, pose that allowed for Rich's next step.

"Are you ready for the last step my dear?" He asked her.

"Oh My God, I don't know what else there could be!" She said to him.

"Turn her." He ordered his men confidently and quietly. His men quickly followed his order and turned her lengthwise on the bed. "Now it's time for the intimate portion of our little ritual." He told her before climbing between her legs on the bed. Before now she hadn't been able to see into the eyes of the men fucking her and they all seemed to come and go in a blur, but Rich now leaned over her as he pushed slowly into her again. He stared in her eyes and she stared back into his. She was too afraid to look away and she felt amazing as he slowly pumped in and out of her. He began to pick up his speed and she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him in for a kiss that seemed to last for minutes as they began fucking wildly.

Ram thought they were nearing an end when suddenly Rich pulled back and turned her over. The ropes on her ankles kept her legs apart and but her head was pushed down into the mattress. He resumed his position between her legs and pulled her hips back to him hard multiple times and Ram again thought he saw Rich slowing down for a finish only to be stunned when Rich cut her ties and he laid down on the bed.

Divya missed the restraints and the feeling of a total and complete lack of control but didn't let that feeling linger to long as she quickly mounted Rich on the bed and impaled herself on his towering cock. She slid down easily on him and began riding him hard. The clamps on her nipples were still there and she pulled at the chain connecting them and Ram could tell that she was coming close to an orgasm. When it happened, Ram was caught off guard by her expression. He had never seen her like this, she was an entirely different woman right now, than what he had ever experienced. Her face leaned down to his for another kiss and this time was rebuffed when he put a hand up. "Swallow my load you worthless cunt." He told her and it seemed that she jumped off the bed and positioned herself like a willing puppy at his dick.

She gripped the rod with two hands and after a small amount of coaxing she felt the imminent explosion and position her mouth over his head in time to catch the cum as it came shooting directly at her. She closed her mouth and swallowed the first rope of cum and tried to open her mouth quickly to not miss any, but one rope splashed her right in the face. She was then able to open her mouth and except the last two ropes before closing her mouth and swallowing again. She then used her fingers to slide the cum that splashed on her face into her open mouth. She could feel the cum from the others as well and she caught herself licking her lips as she found more undried ropes of cum to eat.

When there was no more to be found she sat on her heels and seemed entirely comfortable being nude in front of all of these men now. Rich got off the bed and told the men to release her restraints then told her which room Ram was in. He then saw him hand her something and step away from her on the bed. The men in the room parted like the Red Sea as she passed them and went upstairs. Ram lost sight of her on the television but soon saw her again when she walked through his door.

The television didn't do her justice. Up close he could see the red welts on her chest and the make-up she had left the house with was streaked down her face and her lipstick was spread around her face in smears. She was covered over her entire body in streams of dried cum and she walked over to him on the bed and without saying anything she put her well fucked pussy in her face and put her mouth over his cock. She lowered herself onto his mouth and took his dick in her mouth. She then closed her eyes and relived everything that happened to her and began humping his face as he tried to flick his tongue across her clit and fuck her with his tongue. She in turn was attacking his cock with ferocity and it wasn't long before each one of them was cumming hard.

She wiggled her ass in his face before slowly climbing off the bed just long enough to unlock his cuffs with the key that Rich had given her. Then she climbed back into bed with him and they fell asleep in each other's arms. As Ram was falling asleep, he wondered if the woman he knew before tonight, was going to be the same woman that comes about after all of this. He was scared and intrigued at the different possibilities. He was struck dumb by this question, but fatigue took control and made him think about that problem tomorrow.

THE-END

 

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#USE YOUR SISTERS INSTEAD​

Kavya had a problem: her 19-year-old son, Krish, would not stop masturbating.

Kavya had never had this problem with Krish's three sisters. They weren't jamming their hands down their pants every free minute they got. Kavya, herself, had certainly never done such things. She was sure that her John had not, as well, when he was alive. How else had he gotten her with child in such quick succession? A family of four children in four years was the sign of a truly moral man.

Kavya found out about Krish's habit in the usual way. She went into his bedroom to pick up the laundry and there he was, jamming on himself like a deranged animal. It was horrible, and she told him to stop immediately. Kavya was angry at her son, of course, but most of all she was scared. She knew what Krish was doing was a terrible sin.

But Krish kept masturbating despite the impending doom it implied. He did his best to hide his activities. But once Kavya knew the signs - the closed door, the loud music, the mysteriously sticky underwear and the vast consumption of tissues - she was always able to catch him.

Kavya started off being kind. She patiently explained that it was natural for a boy Krish's age to have urges, but that God wanted him to remain pure. Then Kavya threatened her son, telling him that every ejaculation would lead him one step closer to eternal damnation. She even tried punishments, ordering him off to bed without dinner as soon as she saw what he was up to. But everything she tried only seemed to make him do it more.

With nowhere left to turn, Kavya went to talk to their family priest. She was embarrassed, of course. Admitting that she couldn't control her son, keep him on the moral path, made her feel like a failure. But Kavya needed Father Donovan's wisdom more than her pride.

They met in his private office. Everything smelled slightly of old books and fresh potpourri. Sitting on the far side of Father Donovan's oversized wooden desk, Kavya told him everything.

"I'm sorry Kavya," Father Donovan said, "I know that losing your husband so young was hard for your family. Krish in particular. But masturbation is a sin. God is very clear about this. Man is only permitted to ejaculate inside a woman's vagina. Not in his underwear, a tissue, his own hand, or... Well, anywhere else he might think to put it."

"But he'll go to Hell," Kavya said and sobbed.

"That's why he needs your help."

*

The long drive home gave Kavya plenty of time to think about her problem. Could she wrap Krish's penis in something that kept him from touching it? What if she made sure someone was watching him all the time? It all sounded so stupid and ridiculous. Kavya was failing her son and she knew it.

And then it came to her. Father Donovan had not said that Krish couldn't masturbate. The act itself was fine - it was the result, and what Krish did with it, that was the problem. Kavya simply needed the appropriate receptacle for her son's spend. And wouldn't you know it? She had three of them just waiting for her at home.

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Kavya asked the entire family to join her around the kitchen table. The first to come down the stairs was her oldest daughter. Nidhi was 21, tall and thin with dark brown hair that she always kept tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of sensible slacks with a sweater over a button-down shirt.

Her middle daughter, Nabha, came down next. She was 20 and about medium height with bright blonde hair that ran in rings to her shoulders. She had a broader build, like her father's. Nabha was wearing a light blue sun dress that probably showed a bit too much of her large chest and shapely legs.

Finally Esther, the youngest at 18, entered the room. With hair down to the middle of her back, she was a bit shorter than Nabha. She was wearing a t-shirt with some cartoon character on it and a pair of ripped up jeans.

All three were very pretty girls - bright. Nidhi and Nabha were both top of their classes at college nearby, and Esther was in line for a scholarship. And all three of them were single. It wasn't appropriate for such young women to have boyfriends. But Kavya knew each would make an excellent wife sometime in the future.

Once everyone was seated, Kavya called Krish into the room. At 19, he was tall and muscular, though often clumsy - like a boy trapped in an adult's body. It didn't help that it seemed like he'd outgrown his clothes overnight. Everything was just a tad too tight on her son's body.

Krish's unruly, curly brown hair bounced as he flopped into his seat. He clearly thought he was in some kind of trouble. Kavya smiled - he was going to feel much better once she told him the good news.

"As all of you know, I've been struggling with how to deal with your brother and his little problem."

"Moooom," Krish said, burying his head behind his muscular arms, "Why are you always talking about this? It's so embarrassing."

"If you could control yourself we wouldn't have to talk about it," Kavya said.

"It's OK, Krish," Nidhi said, kindly. She had stepped in as a surrogate second parent for her younger siblings after their father had died. "It's perfectly natural to want to do things like that. Especially as a young man." As always, Nidhi had a serious look on her face. The archetypal first child - driven and deliberate.

"I agree," Esther said, "I've read a lot about it." She was the smartest in the family, though also the most innocent. Esther spent so much time behind a screen, she often struggled when she stepped out into the real world.

"Yeah," Nabha said, "Everybody knows boys have to pet the one-eyed snake once a day or they, like, die." That was Nabha - always teasing. She wasn't mean, but Nabha wasn't exactly kind to her kin, either.

"Some people clearly think this is funny," Kavya said, "But I know better. At first, I thought that you were innocent, Krish. Naive. Then I believed that you were doing it on purpose. Trying to hurt me and the family. But I've come to understand the truth: you cannot control yourself. And it's my job - the family's job - to help you. To keep your soul safe. That's why I've been talking to Father Donovan."

"Oh my God. Does everyone have to know?" Krish asked.

"Yes God," Kavya said, "That's exactly the problem. Father Donovan made it very clear that you will be damned forever if we don't stop you from spilling your sperm all over the house. And unlike some people, I know that Father Donovan isn't the type to say things just to jerk me around."

Nabha giggled.

"In fact, Father Donovan has given me an idea for how we can handle Krish's problem, so it doesn't shoot us all in the face."

Nabha burst out laughing. Her face bright red.

"It's not a joke, Nabha," Kavya said, "We're all going to have to work together to make Father Donovan's solution work."

Well, it had been Kavya's solution, really. But she felt like the family was more likely to listen if she put a bit of priestly guidance behind her thinking. And Father Donovan had given her the seed of the idea. The room went silent. She had their attention.

"Father Donovan reminded me that the problem isn't Krish's horrible addiction to self-pleasure..."

"Mooooom," Krish groaned.

"...it's what he's doing with the results."

"Look, Mom," Nidhi said, "We all want to help Krish out, but shouldn't this be a conversation between you and him? I'm not sure why we need to be involved."

"Because you're the ones that have to help him," Kavya said.

"Wait," Nabha said, "You want us to like, jerk him..."

"Oh my Lord no! You can't do that to your brother. That would be terrible!" Kavya said, shocked. She felt the whole room seem to sigh in relief, "Krish needs to ejaculate in your vaginas, not your hands."

All three sisters went stiff. They looked at each other side eyed. No one breathed, let alone said anything. Kavya saw that Krish, however, was staring straight at Esther. He was making a very strange face that looked almost like desire.

"Isn't it the perfect solution?" Kavya said, "God wants Krish's sperm to go inside a woman. So long as he does that, it's OK."

"You want us to fu... I mean, have intercourse with Krish?" Nidhi asked. Her voice slipped out like a whisper.

"Oh no, honey. Not at all. Krish will do his thing as usual. When he's ready to go, he'll just finish where he's supposed to. That's all."

"Oh, well if that's all," Nabha said.

"See," Kavya said, "Your sister gets it."

"But Momma," Esther said, "None of us are on the pill."

"That's exactly right, honey," Kavya said, "Birth control is also a sin. No pill or condoms or any of that. But there's such a thing as the rhythm method. Your body is only fertile for a few days each month, when you're ovulating. And we'll know when that is because we can track it on the calendar. Plus there's other signs too. So when you're not safe, Krish will simply use one of your other sisters, instead. That's why all of you have to work together."

"I'm so confused," Nidhi said.

"It's easy," Kavya said, disappointed that her eldest daughter, of all people, didn't get it, "But if it makes you feel better, I'll supervise the first few times to make sure we get it right."

"Mom," Nidhi said, "I get that you're trying to help. But I don't know..."

Kavya's patience finally snapped. "I have had it up to here with the entitlement in this family!" Kavya jumped out of her seat, waving her finger at her daughters as she spoke. "I work so hard to provide for all of you. But I ask you to make one little sacrifice, one, and it's too much to ask. Clearly, I've raised selfish, spoiled little brats. If you're not willing to do this for your brother, maybe I should stop doing things for you. College, cell phones, clothes. I don't need to pay for those things. Maybe when you're working three jobs instead of going to class, you'll understand what it means to make concessions for the people you love."

The three girls all looked at each other with scared, tiny eyes. They tried asking more questions, but Kavya made it clear that this was the only way forward. Finally, she extracted a promise from each of them that they would help their brother, no matter what. God, what was so hard about assisting a sibling, honestly?

As everyone left the room, Kavya realized that her son hadn't said anything at all about her plan. He'd just nodded when she asked him to promise to use his sisters from then on. She supposed that Krish was so ashamed that it had come to this he couldn't say a word. Or perhaps he was overcome with happiness.

After all, Kavya had just saved his soul.

*

Kavya bought a big calendar and tacked it up on the fridge. Then she made each of the girls mark down their cycles so that they could determine their safe days. You'd think she was asking them to choose which finger they wanted to cut off, for all their complaining.

Kavya knew better than to ask Krish to be regular about his activities. They would all have to play by ear and figure things out as they went. Fortunately, all three girls lived at home and they all had different schedules with school, extracurricular activities and, of course, church. That meant at least one sister would be available at all times.

With everything set up, Kavya wanted to get things started as soon as possible. Fortunately, her son was on the same wavelength. That very next evening, after dinner, she heard music blaring in Krish's room. Her favorite scented hand lotion was missing from her bathroom. All the signs were there. Kavya opened the door and, sure enough, there was Krish lying back on his bed. Pants around his ankles. Penis in his palm.

Kavya had heard boys liked to look at pictures when they did it, but her son just had his eyes squeezed shut. His body twisted in rising pleasure. He was whispering a word that sounded a bit like 'Esther,' but Kavya couldn't be sure.

Krish's eyes popped open when his mother walked in the room. "Holy... Mom! I told you not to bother me when I'm... When my door is shut."

"And I told you what to do the next time you masturbate," Kavya said. She crossed her arms with disdain. Krish lay back, looking shocked. His penis was still in his fist, pulsing and purple.

"Well, come on then," Kavya said, "Let's get this over with. Unless you need more time."

"No! I mean. No - it's pretty close."

"Good," Kavya said, "Let's go find your sister."

"You mean Esther?" Krish asked, Nidhifully. Kavya eyed him warily. One sister shouldn't be any more desirable than another. In any case, Esther was at volleyball practice and Nidhi had a night class. But fortunately Nabha was in her room and almost certainly ready to help.

"Maybe I'll wait," Krish said, "I'm pretty sure Nabha hates me."

"Nabha doesn't hate you," Kavya said, "She just has a unique way of expressing her feelings." Krish looked ready to protest more, so she grabbed her son by the arm, dragged him out of his room, and marched him down the hall.

"Nabha is going to be so mad," Krish said.

"Of course she won't. If anything, she'd be angrier if you didn't let her help you. You'll see." Kavya knocked on Nabha's door (a courtesy she hadn't given her son) and then opened the door.

Nabha was lying back on her bed, reading a book. She was wearing a conservative set of pajamas - red black plaid with long sleeves that almost looked like a little bedroom business suit.

"What we talked about," Kavya said, "It's time." She shoved her son into the room. Krish was completely naked. He kept his head down, avoiding everyone's eyes. He held his erect penis in his hand like it was something that needed carrying. It looked to be about the same size as her husband's, Kavya noticed. Perhaps a bit longer and definitely thicker. A very nice penis that would someday give Krish's future wife a lot of healthy babies.

 

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Nabha looked up at her brother in shock. Her mouth moved, like she was trying to spin up a sassy retort, but no sound came out.

"Well, get on with it," Kavya said. The siblings stared back at their mother. "Must I do everything? Fine. Krish, you said you were close, so get moving. Nabha, take your clothes off. You need to be ready when your brother is, or this will all be for nothing. Don't just stare at me like idiots. This is what we agreed to - get going!"

Krish began rubbing his hand up and down his member lightly. It didn't look to Kavya like he was doing much, but she was willing to concede that everyone worked differently. Nabha lifted her pajama shirt over her head. Her large breasts spilled out.

"Holy fuck, sis!" Krish said, "Nice!"

Nabha gave her brother a look - it was supposed to be nasty, but it came out as kind of pleased. Kavya had to admit, her daughter's breasts were big. Yet they still had the perkiness of youth. Her little pink nipples poked outward.

It occurred to Kavya that her daughter didn't actually need to take her top off for this, but it was too late by that point. Plus it seemed to be working for Krish. He was rubbing himself much faster.

Nabha slid off her pants, then she lay back on the bed.

"Spread your legs a little, honey," Kavya said. She stepped forward and pulled Nabha's knees apart. Her daughter's sex was as purple as her son's - her labia hung open and wanting. The strong scent of female arousal filled the room.

"You getting turned on by your sister, Perv?" Nabha asked.

"Oh yes," Krish said, like he couldn't hear the insult. His whole body turned red. He was breathing like he'd just run a race. Krish started to rub even faster - completely focused on his sister's naked body.

"OK, Krish. When you're..."

"Oh FUCK, I'm going to..." Krish tried to jump forward but it was too late. His semen spurted onto his sister's stomach and chest. He groaned as his body jerked, every ejaculation slowly covering his sister's ample chest.

"Ewww, gross!" Nabha said as she was splashed with her brother's sperm.

"You need to cum in your sister, dear, not on her," Kavya said, not unkindly, "Don't worry. We'll keep practicing and you'll get it right eventually." She rubbed his head lovingly. Krish looked down at what he'd done.

"Sorry," Krish said, "I'm so sorry." He ran out of the room.

Kavya glared down at Nabha. "That wasn't exactly what I meant by being supportive."

"It's not my fault he shot his spooge all over me," Nabha said.

"You didn't have to make him feel bad about it, though, did you?"

Nabha got up and started to wipe herself off with a tissue. She sighed. "Stupid, useless brother."

"We're all learning here," Kavya said, "I expect you to be more encouraging next time, OK?"

"You mean, like, beg him to stuff my aching pussy with his huge, hard cock until he blasts me full of his hot, sticky cum?"

"Well, maybe not that encouraging," Kavya said.

*

After a little time had passed, Kavya went to her son's room and talked to him. She told him that no one was upset. He just needed to learn to time things better.

"With Nabha there naked and watching me. I'm sorry, Mom. I lost control," Krish said.

"I understand honey. And now we know how to fix things for next time," Kavya said.

Krish nodded. She thought, for a moment, she saw him smile.

"Nabha is very beautiful, isn't she?" Kavya said.

"She's OK."

"And Nidhi," Kavya said, "Don't you think she's pretty?"

"Sure, I guess. They're my sisters. Nabha's so mean and Nidhi's always being bossy. It's hard for me to think of them that way."

"And Esther?"

"Mmhmm," Kavya said, "You're a very lucky boy."

"I suppose I am."

*

After the previous day's debacle, Kavya knew she needed to adjust her idea of how things would go. Just randomly selecting a sister in the moment was too complicated. They needed to make the process as easy as possible to start with. Later, once they had a system, they could be less organized about things.

She also decided that Krish may have been right. Kavya had no doubt that Nabha would be fine in the long run, but she probably wasn't the best choice for a first try. And if the 20-year old blonde had struggled with doing things right, then starting things off with baby, Esther was out of the question. Plus Krish's own reactions to his little sister were a bit troubling. This was supposed to be functional, not fantasy.

So, Kavya made Krish promise the next day to masturbate at a certain time. He grumbled and complained but he agreed. Then she made sure Nidhi would be around at the right moment and ready. Kavya told her oldest daughter Nidhhi to wait in her room, already naked. Then she went to Krish and told him he could begin.

Kavya waited in the hallway while her son went to work. She thought it would be a few minutes, but a good amount of time passed before she heard her son's door open. He was naked again and cradling his penis the same way he had before. It looked a little larger this time, somehow.

Kavya led him back to Nidhi's bedroom. The tall brunette knew to expect them, so Kavya didn't bother to knock. She opened the door and shoved Krish inside.

Much like her sister the day before, Nidhi lay back naked on top of the covers. She was long enough that her feet hung off the end of the bed. Nidhi was very thin , with big breasts. Her hair was still neatly tied back in a ponytail. Nidhi was very beautiful - all my girls are, Kavya thought proudly - and she could see by Krish's reaction to his naked sister that he found her attractive as well. Despite his earlier denial.

Nidhi smiled at her brother and gestured warmly for him to enter.

"It's OK, Krish," Nidhi said, "I'm here for you." She opened her legs, raising her knees to give Krish easy access to her pussy. Krish stood at the end of the bed, penis in his hand. He was stroking it so fast, Kavya could barely see his fist.

"Are you getting close?" Nidhi asked. Krish just moaned and nodded.

"When you're ready," Kavya said, "Don't wait too long like last time."

Krish stepped forward and lined his penis up with his sister's vagina. He did his best to still rub it as he did. Then, slowly, he moved the head so it was lodged in his oldest sister's opening. She made a little "hmph" noise as he entered her for the first time.

"OH! Wow," Krish said, "Nidhi. You feel so..."

"Much better than a hand, isn't it, son?" Kavya said.

"Incredible," Krish said. His eyes filled with wonder at the pleasure he could feel just from being inside a woman.

"Get it all in there," Kavya said, "I don't want any to escape."

Krish leaned forward and Kavya saw his shaft disappear into his sister's body. Nidhi bit her lip. Tossed her head back.

"So good..." Krish said. He reached down to start rubbing his penis again but found there wasn't enough shaft to grab. He looked back at Kavya with a sad, confused face.

"Pump her," Kavya said, "Just a little. To make your stuff come out."

Krish drew back then pushed forward. Nidhi let out a deep breath as he did so. In. Out. Two more times. Then suddenly Krish convulsed. His testicles jumped upward. And Kavya knew that her son was spending inside her daughter.

"Oh YES!" Krish cried.

"MMMmmmph," Nidhi gasped. Krish stayed in his sister until he stopped shaking. Then slowly pulled back. Kavya saw a bit of white liquid leak from the head of his penis.

"NO!" she shouted and shoved Krish back inside his sister. The two siblings stood there, connected, looking at each other almost with wonder. Krish's penis gently pulsed inside Nidhi. Only after she was satisfied that all of her son's sperm had been left in the proper place, Kavya let Krish pull out.

Nidhi sat up like it was nothing. She grabbed a tissue and held it to her dripping sex. Kavya supposed that so long as the sperm was in Nidhi's vagina initially, God couldn't be too concerned if it leaked out later.

Krish stood over his sister, his deflating penis still in his hand. He was shivering slightly.

"What do you say?" Kavya asked.

"Thank you, sis."

"No problem, Krish," Nidhi said, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some reading to do for class."

"Excellent," Kavya said, "Remember, Krish, if you need Nidhi again, just let her know, OK?"

Krish nodded, seriously.

*

Now that everything had gone so well with Nidhi, Kavya was ready to try again with Nabha. As Nidhi had done, the blonde girl got undressed and then waited for her brother to show up. Krish came into the room soon after, Kavya trailing behind him.

Nabha's room smelled strongly of her sex again. She gave her brother a smarmy grin, then turned it sweet for her Mother.

"Try not to blow it, little bro," Nabha said.

Kavya thought there was little chance of that. Krish had come out of his room much more quickly this time, and Kavya thought his penis looked a bit less primed. But she knew that it was folly to assume that every time would be exactly the same. That's why they needed to practice.

 

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Krish lightly stroked his cock, while Nabha slid forward, putting her open vagina at the edge of the bed.

"Remember Krish, just like with Nidhi," Kavya said.

Krish nodded, then fed his penis into his sister's sex. He didn't stop at the head this time, but instead buried himself to the hilt inside Nabha. Then he started rocking back and forth.

The room was filled with squelching sounds as Krish slid inside his sister.

"Ffffff... She's really tight," Krish said, "Feels so good."

"Better than Nidhi?" Nabha asked, grinning wickedly.

"I'm sure everyone feels different, dear," Kavya said, "But also equally as good. Right Krish?"

"Y... Yes. Oh Yes."

"OK honey," Kavya said, "Just go ahead and..."

As if on impulse, Krish's arms shot out and suddenly grabbed his sister's massive breasts. Kavya expected Nabha to scream and slap him, but instead she sort of grunted and let him grope at her.

Almost as soon as he touched his sister's chest, Krish's body began to cinch. "Oh... Oh GOD!"

"Is he doing it?" Kavya asked.

"Yuh. Oh yeah," Nabha said, "I can feel it spurting in me. I was wrong before. When I said his sperm was icky. It's actually kind of awesome."

"OK, good. Remember not to pull out too soon, Krish." Kavya said. Her son nodded as the pleasure washed over him.

*

Kavya thought that would be it for the day, but later that night she heard a knock on her door. When she opened it, she saw Krish, standing there and looking pained. His penis peeked through the doorway.

"Oh," Kavya said, "OK."

Krish tried to lead her to Esther's room, but Kavya dragged him back toward Nidhi's. She knocked on her daughter's door and then opened it.

"Hey, what's..." Nidhi looked up and saw her naked brother standing behind his mother. Penis at the ready. "Oh! OK, sure."

Nidhi jumped up and shucked off her pajamas - the same red plaid ones all the girls wore. Then Nidhi lay back down on her bed, her legs spread lewdly. Krish looked down at his oldest sister and grinned. Without a word, he went between Nidhi's legs.

Nidhi gasped as her brother entered her. Krish started pumping right away. Already a veteran. Nidhi looked over at her mother and made a sour face.

"It shouldn't be much longer, now," Kavya said.

"It's not fair," Nidhi said, "Nabha told me Krish played with her breasts before, but he's not even touching mine.

"Krish, play with your sister's breasts."

"Yes Mom. Sorry Sis," Krish reached over and took Nidhi's breasts in his hands. He tweaked her nipples, too.

"It's OK," Nidhi said, "I forgive... OH!"

"God Nidhi, you feel so good!" Krish shuddered and fell forward.

Nidhi made a long low whine. Her chest and face went cherry red. Her legs kicked out. Twitched. She squeaked out little sounds and her green eyes squeezed shut. Wrapped her arms around her brother's back and shook.

Kavya knew her daughter didn't mean to, but Nidhi was clearly experiencing an orgasm as her brother filled her with his cum.

*

After it was over, Kavya walked Krish back to his room.

"I think we've got this," she told him, "You don't have to come get me every time now. Just grab Nidhi or Nabha and do what you need to do.

Krish nodded, then leaned down and gave Kavya a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks Mom. I mean... For everything."

Kavya smiled wide. She'd really, truly done it.

*

The next afternoon, a naked Krish ran into the living room like the house was on fire. His erect penis flopped comically as he ran

"Mom? We have a problem."

"I thought we solved this," Kavya said, pausing her movie. Krish explained that Nidhi wasn't in her room and so he'd gone to Nabha. But she had told him it was her fertile time. Kavya went into the kitchen and looked at the calendar. Sure enough, Nabha would be out of the rotation for a few days.

That meant only Esther was left. After everything had gone so well with Nidhi and Nabha, Kavya had quietly decided not to involve her youngest daughter. Now though, it looked like Esther was the only option. Kavya was glad that Krish had come to her, first.

"I thought it would be best," Krish said. They walked together over to Esther's room. Krish's penis seemed not to flag even a little. Oh, to be young again.

Kavya went in first and found Esther watching a movie on Netflix. The small girl took off her headphones.

"Hi Mom, what's wrong?"

"It's your brother."

"Oh, is it my turn?" Esther asked. She quickly stood. "Nidhi and Nabha told me all about it. I can't wait. I mean, ummm, I can't wait to help my brother."

Esther quickly got undressed and lay down in the bed. Her smaller breasts and thinner arms. She smiled, almost eagerly.

Then Krish stepped into the room. He'd clearly been stroking his penis while he waited, and it stuck out angrily. He looked down at his sister and gaped.

"God Esther. You're amazing. I mean, even better than I... um. Wow."

Esther smiled at her brother, warmly. Then she saw what he was holding and her eyes went wide.

"It'll be fine," Kavya said.

"I know, it's just... I've never seen one before," Esther said, "At least not outside a textbook. It's a little imposing."

Kavya didn't want her baby daughter to have a bad experience with this. If it was too much, Esther might not do it again and then they'd be down to only two options. As that day had proven, it was helpful to have a third. Even if it was only for emergencies.

Kavya knew that Esther was very cerebral, so she wondered if explaining things a bit clinically would help her get over the initial shock. Esther nodded. She sat up on the bed. Her little breasts hung down as best they could.

"Come here, Krish," Kavya said. Her son walked up and stood in front of his baby sister. His cock pointed almost right at her mouth. "This is your brother's penis." Kavya gestured at Krish's member, careful not to touch it.

"It's also called a cock," Krish said. Esther giggled girlishly.

"When he rubs it, it gets hard. Erect," Kavya said.

"Uh huh."

"Would you maybe like to touch it?" Krish asked, "You know, see how it feels?"

Esther reached up and grabbed her older brother's penis. His cock, Kavya corrected herself. It sounded like a porn word, but if that's what he called it, who was she to tell him differently?

Esther and Krish gasped in unison as her tiny hand wrapped around his shaft.

"Oh Esther," Krish said.

"It feels so warm," Esther said, "Soft. But also strong."

"It gets hard so it can go in your vagina," Kavya said, "When it's in you and it's your time, Krish's cock will produce sperm and that's how you get babies."

"I know that part, Momma," Esther said. She hadn't taken her hand off her brother's cock.

"Well, are you ready to try it?" Kavya asked. Esther smiled and leaned back, resting her head on her pillow.

"Oh Esther," Krish said, taking his penis in hand again, "I've always... I mean, when I would. Back in my room. You were always the one I..."

"You're rambling nonsense, dear," Kavya said.

"It's OK, Krish," Esther said. "I'm ready when you are."

Krish stepped a little closer to his sister and started stroking, slowly. "It's a little... I just need some more time," he said.

"You could just put it in me," Esther said with a grin. "Might be more scientific that way."

"Not till he's ready," Kavya said, "You're accepting your brother's sperm so he doesn't go to Hell. You're not fu... Having intercourse."

"Right," Esther said, "Duh. Does that feel good, Krish? Rubbing it? I mean, like, in a learning sense. So I know for when I'm married."

"You look so awesome, Esther," Krish said, "It feels so good."

"In what way?" Esther asked.

"It's just this like building pleasure" Krish said, "I slide the loose skin up and down. It's fantastic. Especially when I go over the head."

"Hmmmm... It did feel really nice in my hand," Esther said.

"OK, enough learning time," Kavya said, "Let's get this over with. I'm in the middle of a movie here."

"OK," Krish said, "I'm getting close." He moved in front of his sister, and, as before, took his cock and rested it at her dripping opening. Esther looked down at their impending connection. Entranced.

Krish started sliding into his sister. "Oh, Ester Cat, I always dreamed of..." Suddenly he stopped. He'd gotten himself halfway in.

"What's wrong?" Kavya asked.

"I don't know," Krish said, looking at his mother in confusion, "There's some kind of barrier there or something. Maybe Esther's puss... I mean her vagina. Maybe it's really small."

Kavya almost laughed when she realized what he was saying. He'd reached his sister's hymen. Come to think of it, Kavya wondered why Krish hadn't had this issue with his other two sisters. Well it was a problem to be pondered another time.

"Can you stroke yourself while you're still in her like that?" Kavya asked.

"Not really," Krish said.

"Well, do your best with what you have," Kavya said, "I'm sure it'll be enough."

"Yeah, but. I'm worried some of it might spill out."

"Good point," Kavya said, suddenly concerned.

"It's OK, Momma," Esther said, "He can push it in more. I feel like he can."

"You sure, honey?" Kavya asked.

Krish pulled back a bit, then slid forward. "I can feel it give a little."

"Me too," Esther said, "Try pushing harder."

"You sure Esther?" Krish asked, "I don't want to hurt you."

Esther nodded. Krish drew back. This time he really drove into his sister. Esther screamed. Krish groaned.

"OH!" Esther cried, "Oh fffuck."

"Are you OK?" Kavya asked.

"Y... yeah. I did it. His... I feel it shooting inside me."

Krish waited, then pulled out. His penis was streaked with blood. "Oh God. I'm so sorry, sis. I didn't mean to hurt you. I really didn't."

"It's OK, Krish," Kavya said, and patted him on the back. Esther sat up and Kavya handed her a few tissues. Thick, pinkish goo dripped out of her vagina.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Esther said, "Just feels a little weird. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be ready by the next time you need me."

"Are you sure?" Krish said, "Maybe it's better if I don't..."

"Don't even think it," Esther said, "I want to help the family the same as everyone else."

*

 

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Now Kavya assumed her job was truly done. All three girls were trained for the next emergency. Eventually, Krish would grow out of this faze and his sisters could stop providing for him. Until then, Kavya was happy to stay out of it.

However, unintentionally, Kavya had set herself up as the director of this entire project and so she found she couldn't escape her responsibilities. She was in charge of the calendar - the siblings relied on her to "assign" Krish a sister when it was time. Like a dirty maitre d'. Further, since Kavya had been present at all of the initial attempts, the children treated her as the expert, the coordinator and, when necessary, the referee.

Still, Kavya tried to disentangle herself as much as possible. The next time Krish came to her with a "need," Kavya showed him the calendar and explained how it worked. She told him that he, too, could simply decide which sister was the most appropriate and act accordingly.

"I just feel more comfortable when you do it, Mom," Krish said, "When it's me on my own it feels kind of wrong. Pervy. But if we decide as a family..."

"I can't be here every time you need to do your thing," Kavya said, "I have to work, too, honey. But I understand you want to respect your sisters. You're being a good brother. I'll do my best to help out when I can."

So, Kavya reviewed the calendar with Krish. As it turned out, with Nidhi out for an early run and Nabha still in the danger zone, It was Esther's turn again. Krish's baby sister was going from excused to almost overused. Well, there was no other option - Kavya sent her son up to request Esther's help.

Kavya heard the bedroom door shut behind him. She went back to folding clean clothes. But suddenly she heard footsteps and saw her naked daughter standing over her, looking distraught.

"We need a little help," Esther said, her tiny breasts still jiggling from her run over. Esther lead her mother into her room. Krish stood to the side looking sheepish. Esther jumped back on the bed, knocking her stuffed bears to the side. She resumed the position. Knees elevated. Thighs apart.

"I'm having a little trouble, ummmm. Getting going," Krish said, "I thought I was ready, but when I came in here it just..."

"Then go back to your room until you really are ready," Kavya said. She pushed her hair out of her eyes. Seriously? How had this boy been masturbating on his own all this time?

"I can't lie here and wait," Esther said, "I have class in a couple minutes. Can't we do something to, like, speed him up?"

Both children looked to their Mother earnestly. "Honestly, you two," she said, "I'm not the expert in these things. But it seems as though Krish is just nervous. Esther, honey, are you doing your best to make Krish comfortable?"

"I mean, I guess," Esther said, "I was only asking him questions about his penis. Like how it worked, how it felt. Stuff like that."

"Well, there you go, honey," Kavya said, "You can't interrogate the boy while he's building up like that."

"Oh," Esther said, "I'm sorry Krish. I didn't mean to. What can I do to fix it, Momma?"

"Well, maybe you could do things that would make Krish feel more comfortable. Like, say nice things about him."

"Krish, your penis looks very nice," Esther said.

"Thanks?" Krish said. He'd resumed slowly stroking himself, but he was clearly still not at full mast.

"That's a good start," Kavya said, "Try saying other things. And use the word cock, your brother appears to prefer it. We should respect that."

"Krish your cock looks really tumescent. I can't wait to have it inside my vagina."

"A little less clinical, honey."

"Maybe you could try, like, touching yourself, too," Krish said, "Not like masturbating. I know that would be wrong. Just, like, little rubs that show you're enjoying what you see."

"That's a good idea," Kavya said, "Just don't get too into it, like your brother said."

Esther rubbed her little breast, being sure to tweak the pinkish nipple. With her other hand, she reached down and sort of teased at her opening. She clearly had no idea what she was doing, but the young brunette managed to make a believable appearance of enjoying herself.

"Don't forget the talking, dear."

"Oh yes," Esther said, "Krish, I know you think about me when you... do stuff. I think about you, too sometimes. Here I am. Waiting for you. Wanting you. Please come give me your cock. It looks so good. I want it so bad."

Kavya thought Esther's speech sounded pretty forced, but it clearly did the trick for her son. He lunged forward and buried himself in his little sister. She gasped, but it clearly wasn't as painful as the last time. Esther looked down, interested at where her brother and she were now joined. She smiled and clapped.

"Yay! Thanks, Momma." Esther reached for her brother's hands and pulled them onto her breasts. He squeezed them both, like testing for ripeness. Apparently this was part of the procedure now. Krish moved in and out, then shuddered. He fell forward.

Esther giggled. "It feels so neat, erupting inside me."

"Oh yes," Krish said, his head buried between his sister's breasts.

"Well, very good," Kavya said, "Just remember what we learned for next time."

Both siblings nodded simultaneously. Krish's eyes glazed over with post-sex stupor. His sister's, though, stayed bright and wanting.

*

Again, Kavya thought she finally had things figured out. But, again, Krish ran out to find her when he needed help.

"I thought we talked about this," Kavya said, standing over the hot stove and stirring.

"We did," Krish said, "And we agreed that it's creepy for me to just commandeer a sister."

"You're not whatevering your sisters. That's why the calendar is up. It literally tells you who you should go to for help."

"Fine," Krish said. He walked over to the fridge and pouted loudly as he looked. "Ooo, looks like Nabha is back in the rotation."

"There you go."

A few minutes later, dinner was done, and Kavya called for the kids to eat. Nidhi and Esther appeared immediately, but neither Nabha nor Krish showed up.

"It shouldn't take so long," Kavya said.

"I'm sure that Krish is just doing what he needs to, Mom," Nidhi said, "We should try to be respectful of their privacy."

Kavya gave the girls their meals, but she couldn't stop worrying that something might be wrong. Finally, she gave up and went upstairs. Krish had asked for her help after all - she wasn't snooping, just being supportive.

She found the siblings in Nabha's room. The blonde lay back in front of her brother, but he was just standing between her legs. Kavya waited by the doorway. She didn't want to interrupt them unless she needed to.

Krish clearly had one hand on his cock (Kavya had decided to use his word for it from then on), but his other was squeezing his sister's ample breasts. He slid from one to the other - cupping, squeezing, pinching at the nipple.

Nabha smiled hungrily up at her brother. Her hands were down at her sex and she was moving them in a way that suggested she was... Oh no. This wouldn't do. It would not do at all.

Kavya burst into the room. "Nabha! I've finally got Krish in order and now you're doing the same thing? Come on now dear, you know better than that."

Both siblings froze and stared at their mother. The scent of Nabha's sex filled Kavya's nose. The doting mother immediately felt uncomfortable, like she'd done something wrong. But then Kavya's righteous anger took over. Why did they all have to act so ill-behaved?

"Well?" Kavya asked, "I'm waiting for an explanation."

"We. That is. I mean, Mom," Krish said. His penis slowly deflated in his hand.

"It's my fault," Nabha said.

"Well, obviously," Kavya said.

"No no. What I mean is, Krish came in here all good and ready like you taught him. But when he tried to put it in me it, like, wouldn't go. You know?"

Kavya gave her daughter a look that said that, clearly, she did not know. Everything had slid in so easily before. What was different this time?

"I was, ummm. God, Mom, I can't believe you're making me say this. I wasn't w... I mean, I lacked lubrication. As Esther might put it."

"Yes, Mom," Krish said, "That's exactly what happened. I tried to put it in Nabha but she was dry and so we couldn't."

"Right, so I said, let me get myself ready for you," Nabha said, "That's all we were doing."

"Oh honey," Kavya said, her heart suddenly aching for her children, "Of course I understand. It's natural that you're not going to be ready for your brother all the time. But you can't rub yourself like that, dear."

"But it was really painful for both of us," Nabha said. "Maybe if my stupid brother's stupid dick wasn't so big it'd be easier, but what can we do?"

"You need to let Krish do it for you," Kavya said, "He should get you ready before he puts it in you."

"Oh yes!" Nabha said, "Mom, that's a great idea."

"Just make sure you show him what to do, first," Kavya said

"Right. Don't just squeeze my tit, you big dope. You're not milking me. Reach down and put your finger here," Nabha said. She dragged her brother's hand down below her blonde pubes. "Yes, there you go. That feels... OH!"

"Sounds like you're more than wet enough," Kavya said. She saw the look on the siblings' faces and decided to step away. They needed to adjust to doing this on their own. Still, she waited by the door, leaving it open a crack to listen, just in case anything went wrong.

"I'm going to put it in you now, sis," she heard Krish say.

"Yes. OK," Nabha said, "Just keep rubbing there. Yes. That way I don't, ummmm, get dry again all the sudden."

"S... sure thing," Krish said. "Feel good now?"

"Y... yeah. I feel it. Feel myself getting... Rub faster."

Kavya heard squelching sounds as Krish worked at his sister. If Nabha was really having this much trouble, it might be a medical issue, she thought. Or perhaps maybe she should buy some lube. All three sisters might need it at some point.

"Give it to me," Nabha said, "Faster... ah... ah... OH! OH FUCK!"

Kavya peeked into the door and saw her son shaking as he came. Her daughter was trembling, too. Her body seemed to judder with every one of Krish's ejaculations. Back arched. Blonde hair hanging down. Large breasts shaking. Mouth open in a silent scream. Then, Nabha's body relaxed and she dropped back to the bed.

Nabha looked so pretty in that moment, Kavya thought, her chest shiny with sweat. Krish stared down at his sister, gasping. Nabha smiled and reached up, patted him on the cheek.

"Good boy," Nabha said, "Giving me all your cum."

Kavya had to agree. She wondered what had gotten into Nabha, acting so sweetly with her sibling.

*

Over dinner, Kavya made sure that Nabha shared their new ground rules with the group.

"Lubrication is very important," Kavya said, "I don't want any of you getting hurt by not following proper behaviors. Just remember to make sure Krish does it for you. Try to think about it as a kind of tit for tat."

"Oh I definitely have a tit for his tat," Nabha said.

*

The next morning as she walked past Nidhi's bedroom, Kavya couldn't help but hear Krish talking to his sister.

"Like this?" he asked.

"Slower," Nidhi said, "And not so hard. You're rubbing my pussy not grinding a garlic clove."

"Nabha likes it this way," Krish said with a bit of a whine.

"Well Nabha's snatch must be made of steel or something cause that fucking hurts," Nidhi said.

"Sorry," Krish said.

"Oh, it's OK, Honey. I know you're just learning."

Kavya carefully creaked Nidhi's door open a little more, so she could see what was going on. Nidhi was in the usual position on her back. Krish leaned over her. He had one hand on Nidhi's breast, the other down at her juncture. His penis was practically forgotten.

"Up a little more," Nidhi said, "Yes. Feel that little nub there? It's my clitoris. It's what would be my cock if I was a boy. Just think of it as my magic pleasure button. Put your thumb right there and... OH! Little less pressing, but more rubbing. Side to side. Yes."

"Nabha was already going by now," Krish said.

"Good for Nabha."

Kavya leaned into the room. Careful not to be noticed, anxious not to miss a moment. As much as she wanted to leave this project to her children, Kavya found she was strangely disappointed whenever she missed one of their sessions.

"Oh, that's nice," Nidhi said.

"Is your brother doing a good job for you?" Krish asked.

"Ssssssooooo good."

"You think I can put it in you now, Nidhi-y?"

"Definitely."

Krish took his hand off his sister's breast, but Nidhi stopped him. "Here, let me get that for you," she said. Then she reached between her legs and aimed Krish's cock at her opening.

"Hmmmmm," Nidhi groaned and kind of giggled as her brother filled her. "Won't be long now."

Krish stroked in and out of his sister, then stiffened. Kavya knew all the signs. Nidhi's chest flushed. Her legs tremored.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh... FUCK!" Nidhi cried out. Krish groaned and that was it. The two of them strained against each other in orgasmic bliss.

Krish stayed inside to his sister as they both came down. Nidhi stroked Krish's face. His arms. Lovingly.

Kavya realized as she watched them - her children all seemed to be getting so much closer. It felt like they'd all been fighting forever. Especially after John died. But these little moments of kindness were happening more and more.

They really were acting like a family, now, and it made Kavya swell with joy.

*

That evening, Kavya came home from shopping to an empty house. She thought the kids must have all gone out. Then she heard voices coming from Esther's room. Kavya felt a little frustrated. They knew they were supposed to come and greet her first thing when she got home

"Hey kids!" Kavya said, opening the door. They all stared up at her, looking surprised and a bit embarrassed. Like they'd all been up to something. Esther lay back on her bed, completely naked. Krish stood over her, holding his cock. Well that was a normal sight. Kavya had to laugh to herself - somehow they'd reached the point where this was perfectly normal

No, what made it so surprising was that Nabha and Nidhi were also in the room. Both girls were fully dressed, standing on either side of Esther's bed.

"Oh, hi Momma," Esther said, "We didn't hear you come home."

Kavya sighed and stepped into the room. She closed the door behind her.

"We thought it would be a good idea to help," Nidhi said, "The whole lubrication thing. We wanted to make sure our baby sis was comfortable."

"We knew the two of them might screw up the screwing," Nabha said, "If you know what I mean."

"Well, I must say I'm very pleased," Kavya said, "How supportive you are of your little sister. But I Nidhi you aren't putting too much pressure on Krish."

"Oh no, I'm OK Mom," Krish said. His erection poked outward. "I know my sisters can take care of me."

"We were just about to get started," Nabha said, "You want to stay and help?"

"I'd just be in the way," Kavya said and started to slowly back out.

"No, I want Momma to stay," Esther said with a bit of a little girl whine.

 

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"Well, if it'll make you feel more comfortable," Kavya said, "I'll just stand back here and let you girls take care of it."

"Right," Nidhi said, "Let's pick up where we left off. Krish you were about to start rubbing Esther's clitoris."

"He's got to find it first," Nabha said.

"Be supportive, dear," Kavya said. Nabha just shook her head with disdain.

"Don't forget to put your hand on my breast," Esther said. Krish reached with his left hand and found Esther's tit.

"Don't be afraid to give it a good squeeze," Nabha said.

"Just not too hard," Nidhi said, "Good, now reach down and find that little knot of nerves. Just like I showed you. Don't get frustrated if it takes you a little bit. It can be a bit tricky."

"Maybe with your itty bitty clitty it can," Nabha said, "Me? You can't miss it."

Esther gasped.

"I think he found the right spot," Nidhi said.

"Definitely," Esther said, "Now what?"

"Just sort of rub it back and forth," Nidhi said, "Krish, try different speeds and patterns till you find something that works."

"Remember," Kavya said, "You're just trying to make sure Esther is wet enough to take Krish's cock."

"Uh huh," Nabha said, "Don't forget about her tits, doofus."

Esther groaned. "That feels really good. But now I think I want something inside me, too."

"OK, Krish that's your cue," Nidhi said. Krish took his hand off Esther's clitoris and reached for his penis. Esther's crotch bucked and she cursed.

"Don't stop!"

"Sorry," Krish said, "I was just..."

"As always, I have to do everything," Nabha said. The blonde girl reached over and grabbed her brother's cock. Then she fed it into her baby sister's sex. "There you go," she said, and patted Krish's ass. "Give it to her good."

"Yes," Esther said, her voice just a breath, "Give it to me."

It was not unlike rubbing his belly while patting his head, Kavya reflected. Krish had to run his hand side-to-side on his sister while pushing himself back and forth.

"Oh..." Esther said, "Oh fuck! I f... I feel. Something's building. I think I need to stop."

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"It's OK, Ester ," Nidhi said. She reached down and ran her fingers through Esther's hair. "He's almost there."

"Trust me," Nabha said, "Building is a good thing."

"N... Not like this. I feel like this kind of pressure," Esther said, "I think I'm going to pee."

Krish looked over at his sisters. His eyes questioning. But he didn't stop sliding in and out of his sister.

"Oh God," Esther said, head rolling back and forth. "Feels so good. Don't want him to stop but I..."

"Maybe we should..."

"Oh no!" Esther cried. A splash of almost-clear fluid shot out of her vagina and splattered on her brother's bare chest.

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"Oh YES!" Krish groaned and let his own liquid loose into his younger sister. The siblings seemed to be matching each other, blast for blast. Esther's eyes rolled back into her head. Her breasts wobbled and she howled her pleasure.

"CUUUMMMMMMMMMIINNnnnnnnng..."

Finally, Esther's screams started to subside. The two of them slowly straightened.

"Wow," Nabha said.

"Oh Krish I'm so sorry," Esther said, "I just lost control."

"It's OK," Krish said, "Kind of neat, actually."

"I can't believe I peed on you," Esther said. She really seemed upset.

"I don't think that was urine," Nidhi said.

"You're a squirter!" Nabha said.

"What's that?" Kavya asked. She was concerned for her baby girl now. If she had some sort of strange condition.

"I've seen it online," Nabha said, "I mean, I've read about it. Some women produce liquid when they orgasm. It's a totally natural thing, I promise."

"I'll have to look that up," Esther said, her intellectual curiosity overtaking her embarrassment.

"I'll send you some sites," Nabha said, "Real educational stuff."

"Well I think you both should clean off," Kavya said, "And then come down to supper."

*

After dinner, Kavya enlisted Krish to help her do the dishes. They both stood over the sink - Kavya washed while Krish dried. It was an old routine she used to do with her husband and now sharing it with Krish felt very comforting. Domestic.

Since it was just the two of them, Krish felt able to confide in his Mother. "You were right," he told her, "What you said before - my sisters really are stunning."

"I'm glad you agree," Kavya said. She handed him a dripping bowl and he toweled it off.

"Esther soooo cute. But now that Nabha's being nice to me, I'm finding that she's really fun to be around. And Nidhi, I don't know, I saw her as this authority figure. But she's become more like a best friend. Like I could trust her with anything."

"I'm glad to hear that," Kavya said, and she was.

"Like you said, I'm a lucky guy." He handed her the dish towel. She looked up at him confused.

"We're only half done," Kavya said.

"Got to go," Krish said, "All this talking about my sisters - I think it's time for me to 'use' one of them. If you get my meaning."

Kavya certainly did. She sighed and finished the dishes by herself.

*

Finally, it seemed that they'd settled into a regular routine. A few days went by without Kavya seeing or hearing much of anything. It was almost as if Krish had stopped entirely, though Kavya was pretty sure that was impossible. More likely, the siblings were finally starting to learn to keep things quieter.

Then one morning Kavya was making breakfast and she heard shouting coming from the dining room.

"Well maybe that's because he likes me better," Nabha said.

"That's ridiculous," Nidhi said.

Kavya stepped back from the stove and walked into the other room. Both girls were still in their matching plaid pajamas. Nabha leaned back in her chair looking pleased with herself. Nidhi was standing, hands down heavy on the table.

"We both know he comes to me more often," Nabha said, "Cums more, too. Maybe we should start calling you 'Nope.'"

"Last night he was drooling all over my tits, not yours," Nidhi said

"I'll bet," Nabha said, "With your boobs he was probably starving for more."

Nidhi shrieked and leapt around the table. She grabbed Nabha's pajama shirt by the lapels and lifted her sister up out of the chair, snarling.

"Girls!" Kavya cried out before she even realized she was ready to speak, "What in the Lord's name are you two doing?"

"Nabha's saying that Krish likes her better," Nidhi said. She still had her sister by the shirt. Her knuckles white.

"Well, I'm definitely better than you at making him happy," Nidhi said, "He knows when he needs someone to take care of him, I'm the one to go to."

"And when he wants a good fuck," Nabha said, "He goes to me."

Nidhi growled and pulled tighter. Nabha screamed and reached for Nidhi's hair.

"Both of you stop it this instant!" Kavya said. She stood there fuming till the girls let go of each other. They slinked back to their sides of the table, glaring each other down.

"First of all," Kavya said, "No one is fucking anyone. Understood? You're helping your brother. Just sticking a dick in you for a minute is not having sex. Trust me."

Both girls nodded. Kavya could see the muscles in Nidhi's arm slowly start to relax.

"Second," Kavya said, "Krish loves both of you very much. Nabha, I know that Krish goes to you when he needs a pal, someone to laugh with or watch a movie. But Nidhi, you and I both know that when Krish wants to be comforted, or if he really needs advice, he turns to you. That doesn't mean he loves either of you less. Just different."

"But Moooom," Nidhi said, "Krish really does go to Nabha more than me."

"I'm sure it feels that way, but I bet if we really looked it'd be equal. Plus, Nidhi, you just had your fertile time last week, so Krish was probably avoiding you a bit more. As he should. And don't forget, you both also need to share with Esther. Now, I want this to be the last time I hear of this. Understood?"

Both girls nodded sullenly. Kavya went back into the kitchen to finish cooking. Later in the day, though, she took Krish aside and talked to him. They agreed that he needed to do a better job of spreading the wealth. And Kavya knew that he would honor that. He really did love his sisters too much to intentionally hurt their feelings.

*

Kavya was wrong about one thing, though. The siblings were graduating to full on sex. It wasn't an immediate change over. Not at first. But Kavya kept getting hints - from hearing and watching and just from the way they all talked. Krish was spending less time getting himself ready and more just going in to his sister's rooms to get his relief.

It was natural, Kavya supposed. Why resort to a fist when a perfectly good vagina was waiting? In some ways, Kavya was glad. Krish was learning not to masturbate but, rather, to look for an actual woman. So she didn't exactly discourage the behavior as it became more common.

Everyone still acted under the pretense that Krish was rubbing himself to almost-orgasm, then finding a sibling. It was just that 'almost' was getting a wider and wider definition. Then, the inevitable happened.

Kavya was downstairs doing the laundry when she heard Esther call out. She walked up and called back. "Esther, honey, what's wrong?"

"Momma, Krish's fucking Nidhi!" she shouted. Kavya marched down the hall and swung open the bedroom door. There was Krish, between his oldest sister's long legs, just sawing back and forth. Esther stood to the side, gesturing like a ringmaster at the sibling's performance. Wide eyed at what was happening.

"Oh my," Kavya said. Krish grunted, but he didn't slow his pace one bit. He was totally naked. His toned bottom jiggled slightly with every push. Krish's hands gripped his sister's hips. Nidhi rocked back and forth on the bed. Her hair went everywhere. She made a little grunt each time her brother bottomed out in her.

"You said he was supposed to only do the end part," Nidhi said, "But he came in here and just stuck it in me."

"Krish is this true?"

Kavya heard footsteps echoing down the hallway.

"No way," Nabha said. She stood behind her mother, staring in wonder at her brother and sister on the bed.

"I'm sorry, Mom," Krish said, "I was in my room and feeling, you know. I was going to start rubbing but I know that's wrong. And then I thought, well, doesn't this solve the problem completely?"

"Well..." Kavya said, starting to feel herself pulled towards saying yes. I mean, I guess I should be proud of the boy in some way.

"M... Mom?" Nidhi asked.

"He's not hurting you now is he?" Kavya asked.

"Oh GOD no," Nidhi said, "Though he is... uhn... neglecting his lubrication duties."

"Sorry, sis," Krish said. He let go of her hips and started massaging her breasts.

"Oh, that feels great, Krish," Nidhi said, "But I'd like it if you touched a little lower, too."

Krish obliged. He took one hand and started rubbing between his sister's legs. She moaned appreciatively.

"Well as long as you're not hurting her I guess it can continue, for now," Kavya said, "Just don't do it every time."

Given permission, Krish and Nidhi seemed to speed up. Their movements became more frantic. The sounds of their sex grew louder and less restrained. Instead of just lying back, Nidhi moved her butt up and down to match her brother's rhythm. Her sex hungrily stretched around his cock.

"But Mom," Nabha said, "It's not fair that Nidhi gets to fuck Krish and we don't."

"Yes," Esther said, "It seems like something we should each get to experience."

"I don't know..."

"It's OK," Nidhi said, her body bouncing, "OH! So good! Krish c... clearly knows how to treat his ssssssiiiiiiisters."

"Fine. It's agreed," Kavya said, "Now let's give them some privacy." She herded the two girls into the hallway and carefully closed the door behind her.

As she walked down the hall, she heard the telltale sounds of the siblings' shared crescendo.

*

Kavya had to run errands that afternoon, but she came home to quite a sight. Nabha was bent over the couch, completely naked. hair ran like waterfalls onto the cushions. Her prominent posterior hung over the armrest, lewdly displaying her vagina. Nabha had bragged to Nidhi before that her clitoris was easy to find and Kavya saw that her daughter wasn't kidding. Nabha's little man in the canoe was more like a giant in his yacht.

Krish stood behind his sister, just as naked. He had his hands on her hips and was lining his cock up like he was about to penetrate her.

"Oh, hey Mom," Nidhi said. She was sitting on the couch by Nabha's head, lightly stroking her sister's golden hair. Nidhi was fully clothed, but Kavya could see that telltale flush running up her daughter's neck. "We're just doing our sibling duties."

"Um, I can see that," Kavya said. She almost dropped her groceries to the floor. "But do you think, maybe, it might be better to, you know, do this someplace more private?"

"It was way easier to fit everyone out here," Esther said. She was standing by her brother's side, also still completely dressed. She had on her glasses and seemed to be studying the entire act like it was a new science project. Kavya practically expected her youngest daughter to have a notebook and a pen.

Kavya wanted to complain, something about this seemed particularly unwholesome. She couldn't say where it crossed the line exactly. The public aspect of it, perhaps. But then she'd already given them permission for that. The way all three girls were getting along, helping their brother, Kavya was almost proud. From a certain point of view.

"Can we get on with this?" Nabha asked, "This isn't exactly comfortable you know."

"Quit complaining and take your brother's dick like a good little sister slut," Nidhi said, giving Nabha a light slap on her cheek.

"Nidhi!" Kavya said, "I won't let you speak to your sister that way."

"Oh, I don't mind, Mom," Nabha said, "It's part of my ummm, lubrication process."

Kavya looked over and, sure enough, her daughter's vagina certainly seemed ready to take a penis. The lips were dark and hanging open. A thin line of girl drool dripped down to the carpet.

"Girls, I'm sorry," Kavya said, "Something about this seems off."

"Well, why don't you stay and supervise Mom?" Krish asked.

"That would be great Momma," Esther said, "That way you can correct us if we do anything wrong."

Oh Lord, preserve me. "Well, OK. I guess."

"Excellent," Krish said, "Ester Cat, will you go ahead and do the honors?"

Esther gave a little curtsey and stepped forward. She took her brother's cock in her hand and hung the head in Nabha's opening. She did it daintily, like hanging a dress that she wanted to keep wrinkle-free for a fancy evening.

Nabha made a little grunt as Krish started pushing forward. From this position, Kavya could easily see Nabha's vagina stretching to accommodate her brother's thick, purple pole. Krish sighed, content, as his testicles bounced against his sister. Fully buried between her legs.

"God that's nice," Nabha said, her voice muffled by the pillows. "You may be an idiot, bro, but you have the best cock."

Krish slapped his sister's ass. "Damn straight. About the cock part, I mean. Not the stupid thing."

"Seriously," Nabha asked, her voice muffled by the cushions, "You're making my point for me."

They moved in silence for a while, creaking against the couch. Krish ran his hands down his sister's flanks. Esther watched them both, intently. Sometimes bending down to get a different angle. It really felt like some sort of strange demonstration. Human Reproduction 101.

Krish moved almost gracefully in his sister. He was clearly trying to be gentle.

"Jeez, are you trying to tickle me or what?" Nabha asked.

"Language, dear," Kavya said.

"Well then tell Krish to quit messing around and fuck me," Nabha said, all pretense of propriety gone. "I can barely feel what he's doing right now."

"This is how Nidhi liked it," Krish said.

"Well save it for when you're with her, then. I'm a real woman and this pussy needs pounding."

"Every woman is different, Krish," Kavya said, "You need to respect what Nabha is doing for you, by understanding her unique needs."

"Oh OK," Krish said. He started to pump Nabha faster. His thighs slapped against his sister's ass. Squelching sounds filled the room. Kavya could smell Nabha's unique, feminine scent. There was something sort of beautiful about this, in a way.

Nabha reached back like she was about to rub herself, then stopped. Nidhi noticed her sister's dilemma. "Krish don't neglect your sister."

"I can't reach under her in this position," Krish said.

"I told you this was stupid," Nabha said.

"Shut up, slut," Krish said and slapped Nabha's ass so hard it left a hand mark on the cheek, "Take it like a good sister."

Kavya gasped but Esther held her back.

"Part of her...?" Kavya asked.

"Yep," Esther said, then shrugged. "I don't get it, but then, Nabha doesn't wet herself every time she orgasms, either. Like you said, everyone's different."

Krish was really plowing his sister now. Nabha's face pushed uncomfortably into the cushions. Rather than using his sister's hips to steer her, Krish was now holding on to them like handrails. As if he might collapse without them. His breathing coming in great gulps.

"Is he getting close?" Nabha asked, "I'm getting close."

"Well, Krish? Are you?" Nidhi asked.

"Uh huh."

"Well, OK then. Answer your slut-sis when she asks you something," Nidhi said.

Krish reached his hand forward and found his big sister's breast. "Holy fuck I love your boobs," Krish said.

"That's why she's our Chas-titty," Esther said, giggling. Krish, spurred on by holding his sister's breast, began frantically driving in and out of his sister.

"Ohhhhhh YES!" Nabha cried, "Harder, dammit! No, not my tit, dummy. My pussy. Goddammit, give it to me."

"Ahhhh... Getting close," Krish said.

"About fucking time," Nabha said, "I've been waiting forever to burst. Now fill me up. Give it to me good. Give to meeeeeee!"

Krish gasped, then roared. "I... I'm doing it, sis. I'm stuffing you full!"

Nabha was clearly cumming with her brother. Her mouth open in a silent O. Her head tilted to the sky. They both seemed locked in that moment, frozen in their ecstasy. Then it cracked and they both fell back. Krish bent on the ground. His sperm dripped down his sister's leg.

"Oh!" Esther said, "I'll get that." She reached with a tissue and scooped up Krish's spend. Krish stayed curled on the ground. Nabha stood up on shaky legs. Nidhi helped hold her up, and the two of them slowly made their way back to the bathroom.

Kavya looked at what her life had become and sighed. Well, she thought, at least that ought to hold them for a while.

*

 

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After dinner, Kavya got caught up in a show and stayed up far too late. She snuck upstairs, but saw a light escaping under the door to Krish's bedroom. Kavya knocked - she hoped her son wasn't up late, troubled with something.

She needn't have bothered. Instead, she found Krish laying back on the bed. Nidhi firmly planted on her brother's cock. Her body hung over him. He was holding her breasts in his hands while she slowly rode up and down on his member. Nabha was sitting next to them on the bed, naked as well. Watching intently.

"Lord, don't you ever stop?" Kavya asked, "It's two in the morning!"

"Shhhhh, Mom," Nabha said, "You'll wake Esther."

If their mother's presence bothered them, the siblings didn't let it show. Nidhi continued to ride her brother, moving almost sensuously - snake-like, Kavya thought. Krish's head rested against the pillows, eyes slammed shut.

"Krish couldn't sleep," Nabha said, "And my pussy. I mean my vagi..."

"It's fine," Kavya said, "Pussy is fine."

"Right," Nabha said, as if adding it to her ledger, "Well it was really sore from earlier today. So Krish agreed to suffer with second-best."

"Shut up!" Nidhi said, trying to slap at her sister, but she missed. Kavya noticed it didn't slow Nidhi's humping one bit.

"You're saying that I shouldn't put down Esther so easily?" Nabha asked.

"You're not... second best, Nidhi" Krish said. "You're practically perfect."

"Oh, I know, baby," Nidhi said. She rubbed Krish's head affectionately.

The three of them all kept going, as if they'd forgotten Kavya was in the room. She cleared her throat and finally the siblings froze.

"It's just all these positions," Kavya said, "What's wrong with lying back and letting your brother give you his cum?"

"Krish was really tired, Mom," Nidhi said, "I told him he needed release before he could sleep, but he wouldn't do it unless I helped him. You know Krish. He can be very stubborn."

Kavya stood there, in a bit of shock. The siblings took her silence as permission and Nidhi, once again, began riding her brother. She leaned forward, letting her breasts drag over her brother's chest and the two started to move more erratically. Urgently.

"Going to cum!" Krish cried. His sister straightened like she'd been shot. Her whole body trembled and her chest turned red. Then she fell forward and rested her head on Krish's shoulder. She reached up and petted her brother, lovingly.

"Thanks for my midnight treat," she said, then kissed him on the forehead. It all felt very matronly, to Kavya. Sweet in a strange sort of way.

Nidhi carefully climbed off her brother. A splatter of sperm dripped out of her and onto Krish's chest, but he didn't notice. He was already dead asleep.

"I still say he'd have been happier cumming in me," Nabha said.

"Nabha stop teasing your sister," Kavya said

Nidhi shushed them both. "Please be quieter. It took forever to get him down."

"Fine, we'll talk more about this in the morning," Kavya said. The two girls nodded sullenly, then all three of them tip-toed out into the hallway.

*

The next morning, while Krish slept soundly in his room, the rest of his family ate breakfast together in the kitchen. Kavya was glad to get some time alone with her daughters. Her plan had been working so well, but now it seemed to be spiraling out of control. Yes, Krish was almost certainly not masturbating. It was probable that he wasn't even touching himself, which was amazing - a goal she could never have even have hoped for.

But this craziness with the 'lubrication process' and doing each other all over the house. And did they really all need to be together every time?

"We thought you'd be happy," Esther said, "We're supporting each other."

"And it's not always all of us," Nidhi said, "Esther wasn't there last night."

"I'm still sad I missed it," Esther said.

"It was nothing," Nidhi said.

"You can say that again," Nabha said.

"Shut up, ," Nidhi said, taking a playful swipe at the middle sister. Then she turned to Esther "Krish was cranky before bedtime."

"God, why does he always fight sleep when he so clearly needs it?" Esther asked.

"Please let me talk," Kavya said, "I'm glad that you're all working together to help your brother, I really am. I just wish you could be more wholesome about it."

"We don't want to upset you," Nidhi said, "But we also think we should be able to decide what's best for us."

"You're always welcome to come watch, Momma," Esther said, "To help, like, answer questions and stuff. We want you to be a part of this."

"Watch?" Kavya asked. That sounded uncomfortably close to something inappropriate in and of itself.

"Look Mom," Nabha said, leaning forward and looking as serious as she'd ever seen her blonde daughter, "You pushed us into this and we agreed. Now it isn't enough unless we do it your way? No. You made it our job and so you have to respect how we go about it. Unless you want us all to stop entirely?"

Kavya thought about calling Nabha's bluff. But she decided it wasn't worth it. Like they said, she was getting what she wanted. Did it really matter all that much if it wasn't happening exactly as she'd hoped?

"Of course," Kavya said, "You should do what you think is best."

"Thanks Mom," Nidhi said. They all shared a hug. Then Esther went upstairs to wake Krish for his morning 'exercise.'

*

When Kavya came home that night, she again found all her children on the couch. It seemed this was their new favorite spot, like a flock of geese landing in the middle of some random corporate park every spring.

All four siblings were naked. Krish was on his back on the floor and Esther was on top of him, like Nidhi had been before. Except Esther was facing towards Krish's feet. She was bouncing up and down, sort of distractedly.

Nabha sat by Krish's head. Her breast hung over his mouth. It looked a bit shiny, as if it was covered with his saliva. Nabha had a bit of a sour look on her face when Kavya caught her eye. The blonde made a deep sigh and shifted slightly, as if uncomfortable.

Nidhi knelt at Krish's feet, facing Esther. She held each of her baby sister's hands and she was speaking low, encouraging her.

"That's good, ester, keeping going up and down like that. Try to lean forward a bit more. Like I showed you," Nidhi said. She looked up, "Oh, hey, Mom!"

Esther did her best to turn around while still sitting on Krish's cock. "Hi Momma," she said, "I'm so glad you're here. Nidhi is assisting me with Krish."

"I can see that, dear," Kavya said. She did her best to keep her expression neutral. She'd agreed to... well, whatever this was. All that time she'd wanted to shed her responsibility, but now that the kids had taken control she felt forgotten. Left out. "Don't let me stop you," she said, wistfully.

"OK good," Nidhi said, then told Esther, "Now try doing it on your own. How's that?"

"Reaaaaallllly good," Esther said, "There's like this... spot in there. His head keeps rubbing against it every time I move and it's like... FUCK. Lightning in my pussy."

"That's your g-spot," Nabha said. She kept looking at Krish and then back at Kavya. As if contemplating something.

"It's, like, the other side of your clitoris," Nidhi said.

"God, I can only imagine what it would be like to stimulate both at the same time," Esther said, "Too bad Krish can't get it from there."

"Oh, I can do that for you," Nidhi said. She let go of one of Nidhi's hands and reached for her younger sister's sex. Kavya stifled a gasp. This was clearly them testing her. They didn't actually want to do these things. They were pushing boundaries. Making sure she'd keep to her bargain. That was all.

Esther moaned as Nidhi made contact. She started moving up and down faster, like rubbing herself between the rock and a hard place of her brother's cock and her sister's fingers. She reached over to Nidhi and started returning the favor. The tall brunette sighed as her youngest sister touched her precious center.

"Fuck it," Nabha said. Facing his feet, she straddled her brother. Nabha then wrapped her arms around Esther. Rubbed her youngest sister's breasts from behind as she slowly lowered her sex onto his mouth.

Kavya waited for Krish to say something. Instead, he tilted his head up and started to lap at his sister's eager quim. "Fffffffffffuuuuuuck," Nabha said, "Finally found a use for that big mouth of yours."

"Mmmhmm," was all he could say.

They had become like one huge monster, the four of them. A creature made of writhing arms and legs. Heads buried against each other. Only capable of moans and whimpers. Slowly sliding across the living room floor. Crawling towards forbidden euphoria.

Esther increased her pace on her brother's cock. Her movements got more desperate. Driven. Her sisters manipulated her from both sides. Nidhi shook as Esther rubbed her. Nabha trembled on her brother's tongue. And then suddenly the four siblings started to tremble as a massive shared orgasm rolled through them.

It started with Nidhi. She made a noise like she'd burned her hand on the stove. A loud "hssssss AH!" Her chest and face flushed. Nidhi's orgasm dominoed into Esther's. "Oh FUCK!" she bayed up at the ceiling. A burst of clear liquid shot out from her sex and spattered her sister's bare breasts. Krish grunted under Nabha, who suddenly bent back, mouth hanging open. A chorus of ecstatic cries and elated sobs. Gradually they slowed and carefully leaned back against each other.

Esther looked down at Nidhi, covered in her sister's girl cum. "Oh God, Nidhi, I'm so sorry," she said, sounding near tears.

"Oh, it's fine, baby. It's beautiful," Nidhi said and hugged her sister tight.

"You manage to fill our sister up, Krish?" Nabha asked.

"I sure Nidhi so," Esther said, "It's already leaking out of me. There's too much for my little pussy."

"That's all I've got," Krish said.

"Better not be," Nabha said, "My pussy is expecting her own delivery before the day is done."

Esther's sisters released her, and she fell sideways. A river of her brother's sperm seeped down her leg. Nidhi fell forward and hugged Krish.

"Such a good job," Nidhi said, "I knew you could do it." She kissed his head in that motherly way again.

"You think that was good, you should try his tongue," Nabha said.

"It couldn't be better than his cock," Esther said, "There's no way."

Nabha slowly stood, her legs trembling slightly under her. She went over and gave Kavya a kiss on the cheek. "So, Mom, now that Ester's pussy's been fed, what's for dinner?"

*

Kavya woke up earlier than usual, needing to pee. She rolled out of bed and made her way through the dark house to the bathroom. The sun wasn't even over the horizon yet, but the kids would all have to get up for school soon.

As she opened the door, she heard the hush of running water. Looking through the tinted glass doors of the shower, Kavya could barely make out Krish and Nabha. The blonde's legs were wrapped around her brother's waist. He was pummeling her into the tile wall. The two of them grunting and gasping.

Kavya didn't want to wait, so she quietly sat down and used the toilet. She watched as the two of them humped almost violently. Too involved in each other to even notice she was there.

When she was done, Kavya stood up and then slowly made her way out of the bathroom.

"I'm going to fucking CUUUUUMMMMMMMM," Nabha screamed as Kavya carefully closed the door behind her.

 

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Later that afternoon, she came upon Krish sitting in front of the computer. Esther was sitting on his lap. Her bare breasts bouncing. The desk chair squeaked rhythmically along with them, telescoping up and down as brother and sister railed each other. Esther was gasping, "hu HU hu HU hu HU." Panting like she was having an asthma attack. Desperate for breath.

After Kavya passed, she heard the squeaking stop, replaced by her youngest daughter's orgasmic howl.

"Oh Ester, you feel so goooooood!" Krish yelled.

That night, as Kavya went off to sleep, she heard Nidhi's bed banging against the wall. She couldn't help but satiate her curiosity. She found Nidhi on top of Krish - her favorite position apparently. Krish leaned forward, his mouth wrapped around one of his sister's breasts like a baby at the teat.

They were locked together in a way that made it hard to move, so they just slowly rocked against each other. Like a steam engine gradually building speed. Nidhi ran her hands through Krish's curly hair. He hugged her close as he could. The two of them trembling in each other's arms.

"Getting close," Krish whispered. He snaked his hand down to the juncture where brother's cock met sister's pussy.

"That's a good boy," Nidhi said. She stiffened. Her chest flushed. "Ahhhh, that's a good BOY! Give your big sister everything you've got."

Kavya carefully closed the door behind her. This was her new normal, she supposed. And she was surprisingly alright with that.

*

Esther looked down at her pussy, confused. It was early morning and she was still naked. All the girls had started sleeping that way, just in case.

Usually Esther's vaginal secretions were whitish, like a pale match of what her brother produced. And unless he was in the room with her, Esther rarely got very wet from just walking around. Sure, she was used to being drippy a lot of the time now, but this was somehow different.

That morning, Esther felt like a leaky faucet. Her legs already slick with her essence. And the fluid coming out of her was clear and more slippery than usual. It was all a bit strange, Esther had to admit.

She decided it would be best if she passed Krish off that day. Just in case. If there was something wrong down there, it would be a mistake to do something that might make it worse.

Just as Esther resolved to tell Krish to use a different sister, she heard him bang on the door. It wasn't a set signal, really, but she knew the sound all the same. He was there to take care of his needs. Esther opened the door, not bothering to cover herself. She was careful not to hurt her brother's feelings, but she told him she wasn't feeling well and asked if he wouldn't mind trying Nidhi or Nabha.

"Fuck," Krish said, "Neither of them are around. I guess I can go rub it out this time. We've been so good lately. I'm sure it'll be fine."

"No," Esther said firmly. She could picture the talking to she'd get from Momma if she didn't let him in. Whatever was wrong, it couldn't be worse than sending her older brother to Hell. "I'm happy to help out. Let me get ready."

Esther climbed up on her bed and lay backward. It felt a little comforting to go back to the old standby. They'd been doing all kinds of things in all sorts of places - lying back on the bed felt almost quaint.

Krish shucked off his clothes and then stood on the edge of the bed. His penis pointed out proudly.

"Did you... prepare?" Esther asked.

"No," Krish said, "Haven't even touched it."

"Awesome. I want this to last."

She reached down and took his cock in her hands. "God, I love my biiiiiig brother," she said. She really meant it, too. Before all this - before Momma had told them about her plan and they'd all started taking care of their brother - Esther had always felt close to Krish. More than what she'd felt for Nidhi (who was always so patronizing) and Nabha (who was always so mean).

Krish was different. He cared about her. Legitimately cared. There were times when she'd even thought he might have feelings for her. The kind a brother shouldn't have for his sister. And then, as she got older, she began to think that she might have those same feelings, too.

Of course, now, those desires felt perfectly ordinary. Natural, really. Esther studied her brother - his toned, muscular body. Deep brown eyes and playful, curly hair. And, of course, his cock. His wonderful, fantastic, oh-so-pleasing penis. Like it had been created just to cause her joy.

"Oh, Esther," Krish said, "You have no idea how badly I used to want you. Lying back in my bed. Picturing you. Us. And now to be with you, here. It's like a dream. Better than a dream. Best."

"I didn't know then, but I wish I did," Esther said, "I wish I could go back to that girl and tell her to get right into her brother's room. His bed. I wish I knew how much I wanted you. Needed you. You'd have had my virginity the day I turned 18. The fucking minute. I swear I'm sorry I made you wait so long."

"You gave it to me in good time," Krish said and smiled, "I can hardly complain about that. Now, you want me to get you ready?" Krish asked. He started to kneel down. Esther had learned to love Krish's licking, but she thought about her dripping pussy and decided not to risk it.

Besides, the sooner Krish put his dick in her, the sooner she would reach her pleasurable apex. God, how was she going to live without this once she went away to school in a few months?

"It's OK," Esther said, "I'm already excited just by looking at my big brother's big cock." She took his member - so hard, so soft - and placed it at her pussy.

"That's my baby sis," Krish said. He shoved himself in to the hilt, like it was nothing. Usually, even after a licking, it took a little effort to work himself into her. Krish looked down at his sister in amazement.

"What's wrong?"

"Just thinking about how lucky I am to be with you. To feel your pussy squeeze my cock. Fill you with my cum."

"Oh you like how I squeeze your cock, huh?" Esther asked. She bore down on the warm, hard invader in her snatch.

"Oh FUCK!" Krish cried. "What the hell was that? I almost came right there, I swear to God."

"Kegels," Esther said, "Pussy muscles. I've been reading about them."

"You've got to share that book with Nidhi and Nabha," Krish said.

"Oh hell no. I've already got too much competition as is with your darling Nidhi and horny Nabha."

"She's not my darling. I love each of you. You know that. And I love your little boobs," he said. He reached over and squeezed them, being sure to pinch her nipples. Esther felt the pain shoot down to pleasure in her dripping puss.

"Yes - show me," Esther said, "Give your Cat her delicious cream."

Krish smirked. He drew back slowly, then entered her again, lovingly. "You want the Nidhi way?" he asked. Then he slammed into her hard. "Or the Nabha?"

"Oh!" Esther groaned, "Give it to me my way. My way only."

"That's my girl," Krish said. He began plugging her. Varying his strokes between long and short. Hard and soft. Reaching down and smearing her clit with his hands.

Krish had become quite skilled, Esther thought. But this was even beyond what she'd come to expect. It felt like her whole body reacted to every thrust. Sparks raced down her arms. Her legs. Her pussy clamped down, squeezing every bit of her brother's beautiful dick. God, if sex with Krish before had been like touching pleasure - reaching it - then this was like bathing in euphoria. Immersing in it. Drowning.

Esther screamed. She whimpered. Words came out that made no sense. Exclamations of incredible bliss. Her brother was doing something to her she couldn't comprehend. And all she could think about was that his cum was coming. His beautiful bounty of sperm that would take her to an entire new level of heaven.

Sperm, she thought. She was so used to fucking without consequences. It reminded her, suddenly, of what the act was supposed to do. Put her brother's baby inside her. Would that be so bad? She pictured herself swelling with life. Life that her own brother had given her. For a moment her traitorous mind wished for that. Wanted it. More than anything in the world.

"Going to cum," Krish said, as if he could sense her aching need.

"Oh Krish, I want it," Esther said, "Want it so bad."

Krish buried his head in his chest. His movement slowed.

"I... Esther," he mumbled into her chest, "I love you. You know that? Not like a brother. But more. I think... I think I always have."

"I know," Esther said, "I love you, too."

Krish began to shake, tremble. His enormous fuck stick lodged itself right in Esther's cervix. Then he threw his head back and bellowed. Esther's own orgasm built and built but then stopped. Right at the edge.

She felt that odd pressure at her pussy - almost like peeing, but far more pleasurable. Her brother's first hot burst blasted into her pussy and Esther felt like her whole body was about to shatter. Explode from the inside out.

"Oh, ffffffffFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCK!" she screamed. Gouts of her cum blasted out - long hot streams. This time it really felt like an unending flow. Fountains of girl goo. An ocean washing over them both. Esther swore she was soaking her brother. The bed. Her peak felt different somehow. Even better than ever before. The ecstasy burst right off the top of her head.

Krish's own liquid heat filled his sister's pussy to bursting. Esther swore there could be no more, yet it kept coming. A tsunami that picked her up and carried her away. Wave after wave of indescribable bliss. His fertility overflowed her pussy. Pushed past her cervix. Battered her womb.

"I love my baby sister," Krish said, over and over. "I love you so much."

Finally, the two siblings disentangled. They looked down at each other, sticky with cum and sweat and started to laugh.

"Wow," Esther said.

"That was incredible, Ester Cat," Krish said, "Clearly I've been underestimating my pretty kitty."

For a reason she couldn't explain in the moment, Esther leaned over and kissed her brother right on the mouth. They'd done almost everything, but never crossed that line. The kiss felt far more erotic, dangerous, than anything they'd done to each other before.

It felt right.

*

After that day, though, Esther felt off. Just little things. She told herself it was the intensity of the orgasm that she and Krish had shared. He had broken her brain.

But the strangeness stayed with her. She started struggling to concentrate in classes. Her stomach felt slightly sour, as well. Then her period decided to pass on its monthly visit. Just never bothered to show up. And then Esther really did feel sick to her stomach.

When she was able to stop throwing up, she went out and bought a pregnancy test. As if she didn't already know. Another month went by. Another missed period. She was sure she was starting to show.

Then one day Nidhi caught her crying in the bathroom. This whole thing with Krish, it had changed all of them. A few months ago, Nidhi probably would have told her to stop sobbing or to "grow up." Now, her eldest sister rushed in, held Esther close, and asked what was wrong.

"Is it Krish?" Nidhi asked, "Did he do something to you?"

"No," Esther said, "Yes. Oh God."

Nidhi walked her down to the living room. Nabha was already sitting on the couch. It felt strange for them to all be together fully clothed. What a weird world I'm living in. Esther sat down. She eyed her older sisters nervously.

"It's just the three of us," Nidhi said, "Krish's at class and Mom's at work. Whatever you say, it never has to leave this room. So, whenever you're ready."

"I'm pregnant," Esther said, the words spilling out of her. Like a confession in a bad police drama.

"I know," Nabha said. The two girls looked at their blonde sister with surprise. "I don't know how. I just do. Sister's intuition. I figured you'd say when you were ready." Nabha had changed, too. She'd gone from merciless enemy to unyielding ally. Her toughness something to be treasured rather than feared.

Esther knew that Nidhi would always comfort her, but Nabha would kill for her. It made for an incredibly comforting combination. I'm such a lucky girl, Esther thought.

"What happened?" Nidhi asked, genuinely concerned. She reached across and stroked Esther's hand.

"I don't know," Esther said and started to sniffle, "I followed the chart and everything."

"Oh, I know you did honey," Nidhi said, "I know someone at school. They can fix this."

"No!" Esther pushed her sister away. "I can't. I won't."

"OK," Nidhi said, "Of course."

The three of them sat in the living room and cried together. Nidhi hugged her baby sister tight and told her, "It'll be fine. I promise." She said it over and over. As if wishing it to be true.

"Yes," Nabha said, "We'll work this out together. Like always."

*

After they both walked Esther back to her room, Nabha pulled her older sister aside. "We have to help her."

"No shit," Nidhi said, "If Mom finds out, she'll blame Esther. You know she will. She'll say esther read the calendar wrong or, worse, that she did this on purpose. Mom - family means the world to her. But this? It's too much. We'll be lucky if she lets us say goodbye before throwing our baby sister out on her ass."

Nabha flopped down in the hallway. Buried her head in her hands. "Family," she said, "Yeah..." Then suddenly she looked up at her sister and smiled. "I have a plan," she said, "But you'll probably think it's nuts."

Nidhi listened to what her sibling had to say, then nodded. "You're right. It's insane. And that's the best thing about it."

*