Oh papa – 3

Vimla devi felt overwhelmed. Not only did she have to juggle Thanksgiving dinner and a dozen noisy friends and relatives, but her husband, son and daughter were up to something behind her back.

Precisely what, she couldn’t tell, but she knew that Shanu was at the center of it. L Sharma was trying to spend far more time with his daughter than he ever used to, and Amit talked to her in whispers, as if they were conspiring. Both of them, Vimla noticed, often tried to sneak off alone with Shanu.

Perhaps Shanu has a boyfriend she hasn’t told me about, Vimla speculated. Maybe she’s sneaking out to see him and Amit’s helping. But why should she sneak around behind my back? She’s had boyfriends before.

Vimla carried a full basket as she walked down the hall toward the laundry room, pondering this problem. Vimla decided it was time to sit down with Shanu and have a chat like they used to before she went to college.

After Vimla started the washing machine, she went back down the hall and started to knock on Shanu’s door, when she heard a familiar, but startling, sound: creaking bedsprings and subdued moans, the unmistakable sounds of lovers who didn’t want to be caught.

‘Ye andar Shanu kiske saath hai?’ she wondered.

Earlier that night, Shanu had donned a plain white nightdress, put on her glasses to read a while, and get some sleep.

But a firestorm was pending, and Shanu had no idea how she was going to handle it. On Monday afternoon, Shanu had made love to her father and her brother in the space of an hour. Thanks to the presence of all the relatives visiting for Thanksgiving, there had been precious few opportunities for more, but both of them kept trying to get her alone. So far, she had been able to keep them from finding out about one another, but how long could that last? And what would they do when they did find out?

Now, just as Shanu was about to begin Mastram’s “Sisakti kaliya” she heard three soft knocks on her door. It was Amit, barefoot and dressed in a white T-shirt and grey sweat pants, who ducked in.

“Amit tuuuu….!” she hissed. “Is time tu yaha kya karne aaya hai? Koi dekh lega to?”

“Shanu! Hum dono Bhai-bahan hai koi dekh bhi lega to shak nahi kar sakta hai aur Mai mauka dekh kar aaya hu, mujhe wo SEX yaad aa raha hai, Aur mera lund baar-baar khada ho raha hai, tune bola tha na ki jab meri ichha ho tab mai tujhe chod sakta hu.” he said, his eyes falling to the large, firm globes hidden by the nightdress. He wasn’t wearing underwear, Shanu noticed; his dick poked at his sweat pants like a tent pole.

“Sab log ya to so gaye hai ya TV dekhne me busy hai, yaha koi nahi aane wala,” Amit said. “Amit mujhe koi inkar nahi hai SEX karne se par……–”

“Ye dangerous bhi ho sakta hai.” Especially if Dad finds out, she thought.

Amit sat next to her on the bed, pulled her close, kissed his older sister hard on the mouth. He ran his hands along her cool bare thigh.

“Shanu please ek baar kar le mai wo chudai yaad kar ke so bhi nahi pa raha hu,mujhe tere saath guzara hua wo time yaad aa rahai hai,…..Dekh mere lund ki kya halat ho rahi hai, Mujhe aisa lag raha hai ki agar maine tere saath SEX nahi kiya to mere lund ki nas phat jayegi.”

With that, Amit stood yanked his sweats down and freed his dick with obvious relief. He joined his older sister on the narrow twin bed, and kissed her again, roughly.

“Shanu tune hi to kaha tha ki tu mujhe kabhi mana nahi karegi……” he breathed, as he ran his hands along Shanu’s smooth, tan legs. “Shanu tu bura to nahi maan rahi hai na? …Mai bas ek baar hi SEX karunga aur chala jaunga.”

‘Iski halat dekh kar to lagta hai ki ye mujhe chode bina nahi jayega,lagta hai mujhe iske saath SEX karna hi padega.’ Shanu thought, but decided not to say anything; thoughts of their intense lust the other day were keeping her hot, too.

Amit’s hands flew under Shanu’s nightdress and found her breasts. He covered her broad nipples with his palms, caressing them, warming them. Shanu’s arms tightened around her brother and she nibbled his ear, then his neck. Her hand found his aching prong, and she began to skim her hand along its length.

Amit’s kiss was softer now, more loving and less desperate, now that he knew Monday afternoon was no fluke, that his gorgeous sister would let him make love to her again, that she wanted him to make love to her again.

The kiss dissolved. Shanu pushed Amit back, and lifted off the nightdress, tousling her dark brown hair, revealing her flawless, rolling breasts. Her green eyes blazed, and Shanu took her glasses off to get a better look at them.

“Shanu tu kitni SEXY hai, mai to tere sharir ko yaad kar ke hi muth maar leta tha” he sighed, removing his shirt. Now completely naked, he snuggled close to Shanu, easing her onto her back. “Shanu agle week me Mummy Papa 3 din ke liye bahar jaa rahe hai tab hum pure ghar me SEX karenge.”

Shanu thought Amit’s voice was a little too loud. To shut him up, Shanu kissed him with fervor, wanting him to believe he, alone, was at the center of her universe. His hot, throbbing prick lay flat against her thigh, like a voracious tiger waiting to pounce.

‘Lagta hai ise kuchh foreplay ke baare me bhi sikhana padega.’ Shanu thought as Amit hunched forward. His purple prick now lay flat on her pubic bush, and she took over, rubbing her clit along its length.

“Ohhh,” Amit sighed. “Shanu tu kya kar rahi hai?”

“Amit tujhe 15 minutes me yaha se jaana hai par mujhe tujhko kuchh sikhana bhi hai.” Shanu whispered.

Amit responded by licking Shanu’s breasts and sliding off her tan, compact body. She guided his fingers to her moist pussy. Amit slid two fingers in, and also stroked Shanu’s stiffening clit with his thumb.

“Ye baat hui naa…..maza aa gaya.” she sighed. “Tu to bahut jaldi chudai karna seekh lega chhote bhai.”

Amit jammed his insistent cock against her thigh.

“Shanu chhota hu to kya hua lund to chhota nahi hai na? Isi lund se hi to mai Bahanchod bana tha.”

Amit continued to move his increasingly skilled fingers, and it wasn’t long before his older sister was panting like a stream engine. Amit slid on top of her again, and slipped the head of his impatient prick between her wet pussy lips.

“Ohhhh Amit sachmuch tera bada to hai.” Shanu sighed as Amit sank his cock inside, staring into his eyes, the same shape and color as her own. “Ab ghusa kar chod mujhe …..chod le apni bahan ko…..dekh meri choot me se kitna paani nikal raha hai, ab meri choot ko tere lund ki bhookh lag rahi hai Amit.”

Amit waited until he was complete immersed in her depths before replying, “Haa Shanu le apne chhote bhai ka bada lund,aur tujhe chod kar mera saara maal teri choot me daal kar teri choot ki bhookh mita dunga.”

Then the siblings left speech behind as they moved together slowly, quietly, in anguish because they could not cut loose with the animal cries of passion nestled deep in their throats. Amit’s teeth sank into his own lower lip almost to the point of bleeding.

Shanu raised her ass as high as she could so that the bedsprings wouldn’t squeak so loudly as her brother’s dick moved around in her belly. She placed her hands on his ass to control his rhythm, and moved her own lower body slowly.

But the squeaking grew too loud in her mind, and she grew fearful of discovery; caught with Amit, everything she knew and loved would be gone from her life forever.

Yet, climax was closing in, and now it was Shanu’s turn to bite her lip to keep from crying out. The familiar shakes of pleasure rippled through her body as she gushed juice along her brother’s thick, slick prick.

‘Hey Bhagwan’, she thought, ‘Ye itni zor-zor se kar raha hai awaz bahr tak ja sakti hai kahi koi sun naa le!

Vimla Devi lingered at the door, her ear pressed close. She recognized Shanu’s voice immediately, but who was that with her? Frustration rose in Vimla’s blood; the damn washing machine was drowning out half the sounds.

“Oooooooohhhhhhh!” she heard Shanu cry. “Amit! Mai hone wali hu mera cum nikalne wala hai Amiiiiiit…..!”

Vimla stepped back from the door, in shock.

‘Ye nahi ho sakta’, she thought. ‘Mere dono bache? Sex kar rahe hai?

Vimla leaned against the wall, unable to breathe. Part of her wanted to kick the door in and confront them, but that would bring Laxman Sharma into the picture, and she could only imagine what that might lead to. She recovered enough presence of mind to decide that now was not the time to take any action. She needed to think.

Vimla pressed her ear to the door again.

After Shanu came, she did what she always did when a client was taking too long; she squeezed her skilled cunt muscles together, and began rippling them along the length of Amit’s cock, in effect, masturbating him from inside.

Amit’s eyes almost popped out, and Shanu stopped his cries of passion with a squishy, wet kiss. When the storm had passed, she let him go, and whispered, “Ab meri choot me se nikal kar mere muh me kar aur apna sara cum mujhe pila de.”

Amit’s eyes closed as he almost pulled out, and then rammed himself all the way in. His prick gushed with sperm as he emptied himself into his gasping sister’s mouth. His balls loosened, and he showered her face and neck with kisses as his climax passed in Shanu’s mouth.

“Shanu tujhe mera cum ka taste kaisa laga,mujhe to pata hi nahi tha ki tu lund choosna bhi pasand karti hai” he whispered.

‘Hey BHAGWAN ye to sachmuch me Amit hai’, Vimla thought, and tears trickled down her cheeks. But she could not tear herself away.

The siblings lay silently together, and almost drifted off to sleep, but Amit’s dick began to crawl along Shanu’s soft hand again.

“Hey Bhagwan!” she sighed. “Is Ghar me dono jane ek se badh kar ek ho……”

Amit’s head snapped up and he lay on his side to look at her.

Vimla devi’s eyes became wider. Who else is in there?

“Kya……..?” Amit exclaimed.

‘Hey Bhagwan! Ye maine kya bol diya!’ Shanu thought. ‘Ab mai kya karu?

“Shanu!…..is ghar me aur kaun hai jo tere saath karta hai?”

Amit wanted to know. “Mere khayal se is ghar me mere aut Papa ke alawa aur koi nahi rahta hai,…..to kya Papa tere saath…………?”

“Tera kaam ho gaya na,…..maine tere saath SEX kar liya aur tujhe pure maze de diye, …Ab tu chala ja yaha se, tuje phir se karna ho to kal kar lena lekin mujhse koi sawal mat karna smjha–”

As tears formed in her eyes, Shanu didn’t know what to say. Crying, she turned her head away. Amit tried awkwardly to comfort her, but she pushed him back.

“Koi baat nahi Shanu,mai to aise hi puchh raha tha.” he said softly.

“Par tune jo baat kahi thi wo mujhe theek se samajh me nahi aayi isliye tujhse puchhne laga tha ……….kya sachmuch tune Papa ke saath……..Ya phir unhone jabardasti tere saath kiya tha…?”

“Kya tu kuchh baat ignore nahi kar sakta.”

She snapped. “Kya maine tere saath rape kiya tha…..?”

“Mai samjha nahi Shanu, tu kya kahna chahti hai?.”

Shanu sighed and brushed away her tears.

“Dekh Amit! Maine teri bahan hone ke bawjood tujhe sex ke saare maze diye hai.Aur aage bhi tere saath sex karti rahungi, lekin jo mai tujhe ab batane jaa rahi hu wo kisi aur ko mat batana warna.Aaj ke baad apne beech me sex bhi bhool jaana aur mujhe bhi samajh gaya na…”

She said, and then the whole story poured out: how Professor Rajendar ran a stable of college students as call girls, how she came to be one of them, how that led to a night of passionate lovemaking with their father, and now the current situation. By the time Shanu finished talking, she felt as though an anvil had been lifted from her chest; this was the first time she’d shared her secrets with anyone other than the girls, and it felt great.

“Amit ab mere paas batane ko kuchh nahi rah gaya hai,”

She said at last. “Us raat ko jab maine Papa ke saath sex kiya uske baad meri saari sharm khatam ho gayi aur mai tere baare me sochne lagi, kyonki mai jaanti thi ki tu bhi mere liye waisa hi sochta hai jaise Papa mere baare me sochte the, isliye us din jab tu hand job karte hue mera naam le raha tha tab mai tere paas aa gayi aur tere saath bhi sex shuru kar diya.”

“Shanu ye to tunr mujh par ahsaan kiya hai , nahi to naa jane duniya me kitne bhai apni bahno ke saath rape bhi kar lete hai aur tune apne aap hi meri jarurat ko pura kiya hai ……to phir tu ro kyo rahi hai,” he replied, taking his naked sister back into his arms and letting her tears dry against his bare shoulder. “Amit ab mai kuchh nahi janti ki maine tere aur Papa ke saath sex kar ke sahi kiya hai ya galat kiya hai lekin ab jab tak tum dono chahoge mai apna Sharir tujhe aur Papa ko zindagi bhar deti rahungi.”

“I love you Amit,” she said,

“and I love Papa too. Ab tu meri saari baat samajh gaya hoga! Par ab ye yaad rakhna ki apni ye baat kisi ko bhi nahi pata chalni chahiye .”

“theek hai Shanu ye baat mai kisi ko nahi bataunga par kya tu apna wo kaam chalu rakhegi ya band kar degi,” Amit Said. “Mera matlab tere call girl wale kaam se hai.”

Shanu shook her head.

“Amit mai ye kaam band nahi kar sakti kyonki mai ek to is kaam se bahut saare paise kama leti hu , dusre mujhe Rajendar sir is kaam se bahar nahi niklne denge aur teesre ye ki Ab meri alag-alag aadmiyo se sex karne ki aadat ho gayi hai …………Aur haa agar tujhe bhi meri tarah is kaam me aana hai to tu call girl ki tarah call boy bhi ban sakta hai is kaam me paise bhi hai aur maze bhi….”

“Shanu kya kah rahi hai tu!” Amit said. “Mai bhi ye kaam kar sakta hu?Kya ladkiya bhi aise kaam paise de kar karwati hai?”

“Haa mere bhai ….aajkal ki duniya me sab chlta hai ……..bol agar tu karna chahta ho to?”

Amit gave her a mock hostile glare that made Shanu laugh.

“Dekh le mai tere saath bhi kar rahi hu Papa ke saath bhi aur dedh do sau aur admiyo ke saath kar chuki hu….agar tu bhi maze lena chahta hai to bol de ….,” Shanu said. “Waise tuhje mere choot to milti hi rahegi……agar call boy bana to mere alawa bahut saari melegi.”

“Shanu mai bhi call boy banuga ,” he said. “Jab meri starting hi apni bahan se hui hai to mai kahi maat hi nahi khaa sakta.”

Vimal devi missed most of the conversation, but what she was able to make out left her reeling. My daughter’s a RANDI? My husband uses RANDI’s? My children are committing incest? What can be worse? Surely Laxman hasn’t– Vimal devi didn’t want to believe that.

Right now, she wanted to cry, she wanted to kill, she wanted a divorce, she wanted an explanation, she wanted a drink. Pulling her ear away, she moved down the hall to the laundry room as quickly and quietly as she could. There had been enough discoveries for one night. Vimla devi closed the door and cried softly in the quiet darkness.

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