A marriage turned to a sex occasion of my family women

A marriage turned to a sex occasion of my family women
Incest
Submit Report This is an incest fantasy narrative. I hope you enjoy it. My name is Arshadh, and I am from Kerala. This is the tale of how the conservative females in my family were converted into whores because of me, and how I made use of it. ***** I am Dinesh, a 22-year-old man with a family of five, including my two sisters Keerthi, who is 26, and Ritu, who is 19. My mom and dad are 42 and 54. Keerthi, with her milky white skin, curly hair, and 32D cup breasts, has always been the apple of my eye, and I have had incestuous desires for her, though I had never acted upon them. She is curvy and beautiful, and I often find myself trying to get a glimpse of her body, which she mostly keeps hidden. Everything changed when Keerthi got engaged. I couldn’t stand the thought of her being with someone else, especially on the day before her wedding. I was helping her with her wedding dress when our groom’s uncle walked in and caught us in a compromising position. He accused her of being in a relationship with me and said he would call off the wedding if she wasn’t a virgin. Keerthi, desperate to marry, tried to convince him it wasn’t her fault. He touched her inappropriately, making her even more upset. He made me watch as he squeezed her breasts and licked her nipples until they were red and swollen. He then had her spread her legs and pushed his 5-inch dick into her tight, untouched pussy. She screamed in pain and pleasure, her small, tight asshole clenching every time he thrust into her. I felt a mix of anger and arousal as I watched him take her innocence. After he came all over her face, he turned to Ritu, my younger sister, and began to undress her. She had 32A breasts, smaller than Keerthi’s but just as firm and delicious. Her round, tight ass was a sight to behold as she stood there, blushing and trembling. He made her hug me and whispered for her to let me feel her up. I couldn’t believe my ears, but I didn’t need much convincing. I cupped her small, perky tits and pinched her erect nipples. She moaned softly and leaned into me, her pussy getting wetter by the second. The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the occasional whimpers of pleasure. Keerthi watched us with a mix of shock and arousal. She had never seen us like this before, but she didn’t stop us. Instead, she whispered, “Do it, Dinesh. Show him that I’m still a good girl.” Ritu’s pussy was tight, and as I pushed my thumb inside, she gasped. Her honey pot was so warm and inviting that I couldn’t resist sliding a finger in and out of her, teasing her clit with my thumb. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she was panting heavily, her eyes locked onto mine. “Fuck me, Dinesh,” she whispered, and I knew that this was a moment I would never forget. I slid my cock, which was now at full mast, into her tight, welcoming pussy. She was so small and tight that it took all my willpower not to cum right away. Her moans grew louder with every stroke, and her perfect ass bounced against my thighs. Keerthi sat on the bed, watching us intently, her hand moving between her legs. “Keerthi, come here,” I called out, and she obeyed, her eyes glazed over with lust. She leaned in and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth as I fucked Ritu from behind. She tasted like honey, and I knew she was enjoying this just as much as we were. I could feel the heat from her pussy as she rubbed herself against my thigh. Ritu’s pussy was tightening around my cock, and her moans grew louder. “I’m going to cum,” she gasped, and I felt her walls contract around me. I pulled out and shot my load onto her back, my cum mixing with her juices and running down her legs. She collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. Keerthi looked at her with desire, and then at me, her own hand now buried in her pussy. “Let me,” she said, and I nodded. She positioned herself between Ritu’s legs and began to lick her clean, savoring every drop of our shared passion. Ritu’s body quivered under her touch, her small, pink clit standing erect as Keerthi worked her magic. “Keerthi, I’m going to cum again,” Ritu moaned, and my sister looked up at me with a wicked smile. “Let her,” I said, stroking my cock, which was already hard again. “Show her how much you love her.” Keerthi looked up at me, her eyes filled with a fiery passion I had never seen before. She leaned down and took Ritu’s clit into her mouth, sucking gently while her fingers danced around the edges of her pussy. Ritu’s moans grew louder, and she bucked her hips, begging for more. Keerthi’s own breasts were bouncing as she worked her sister’s body, and I couldn’t help but reach out and squeeze them. Her nipples were hard, and she let out a muffled cry of pleasure. “Oh, Dinesh,” Ritu gasped, her eyes rolling back into her head. “This feels so good.” Keerthi looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Do you like watching us?” “More than anything,” I groaned, stroking my cock, which was now rock-hard again. Keerthi nodded, her own pussy glistening with arousal as she watched her sister’s face contort with pleasure. She slid her hand down to her own cunt, her fingers dancing over her clit. Her breasts bounced as she worked her own body, matching the rhythm of her mouth on Ritu’s clit. “Look at her, Dinesh,” Ritu panted, her voice hoarse with desire. “Look at how much she wants you.” Keerthi’s eyes were on me, her chest heaving with every breath she took, her breasts bobbing with the effort of her masturbation. Her pussy was shiny and swollen, begging for attention. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to be inside her. I knelt between her legs, my cock pointing straight at her soaking wet entrance. She spread her legs wider, inviting me in, and I didn’t waste a second.

With one swift movement, I plunged my cock into her warm, tight cunt. She was so wet that I slid in easily, filling her completely. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a guttural moan that made my blood boil. I began to thrust into her, slow at first, savoring every inch of her, feeling her tightness grip me. Ritu watched us, her own hand still between her legs, her eyes wide with lust. “Does it feel good, Keerthi?” I whispered into her ear, my voice thick with desire. “Mmhmm,” she moaned, her eyes still closed, lost in the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. Her 32D cup breasts bobbed with every thrust, the pale pink areolae standing out against her milky white skin. Her nipples were like two tiny pebbles, hard with arousal, begging to be pinched and sucked. I watched as she pleasured herself, her hand moving faster and faster. I could feel her pussy clench around me, her orgasm building. “Cum for me, Keerthi,” I whispered, and she let out a scream, her body shaking with pleasure as she did just that. Her juices flooded around my cock, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a final, deep thrust, I emptied myself inside her, feeling her pussy pulse around me as she milked every drop. We lay there, panting and spent, for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me with a mix of love and fear. “What have we done?” she asked, her voice trembling. “We’ve taken what we both wanted,” I whispered, stroking her cheek. “And I promise, I’ll make it right.” Keerthi looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and regret. Her breath was hot and rapid, her chest rising and falling with the aftermath of her orgasm. Her large, round breasts were still heaving from the intensity of our encounter, and her pussy was quivering around my softening cock. I kissed her deeply, tasting the sweetness of her lips and the saltiness of her sweat. “We can’t let anyone know about this,” she whispered, her voice filled with desperation. “They’ll never understand.” I nodded solemnly, stroking her hair as we both lay there, our bodies intertwined and sticky with the remnants of our passion. “I promise,” I said, “I’ll handle it. I won’t let anyone find out.” The next day was a whirlwind of emotions. The wedding preparations were in full swing, and I had to pretend like nothing had happened. Keerthi was a nervous wreck, constantly looking over her shoulder, fearful that someone would discover our secret. The groom’s uncle had left early that morning, but his presence lingered in the air, a dark cloud hanging over our heads. As we went through the motions of the wedding, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anger every time I saw him. His lecherous eyes would scan the room, and I knew he was thinking about what he had done to Keerthi. I wanted to confront him, to make him pay for what he had taken from us, but I knew that would only bring more trouble. So, I bided my time, waiting for the right moment. During the wedding reception, I found myself alone in a quiet corner with Ritu. She looked at me with a mix of lust and confusion. “What about us?” she asked, her hand tentatively reaching out to touch my cock, which was already semi-hard at the thought of being inside her again. “We’ll figure it out,” I assured her, my eyes darting over to where Keerthi was standing with her new husband. “But for now, we have to keep this between us.” Ritu nodded, biting her lower lip. Her hand was still on my cock, and she began to stroke it gently. “What about tonight?” she asked, her voice filled with hope. “Tonight, we’ll have our own celebration,” I promised, a wicked smile playing on my lips. I couldn’t wait to feel her tight, young pussy again, but first, I had to deal with the groom’s uncle. He had overstepped his bounds, and I was determined to get revenge. ***** Wait for the following parts and see if I got my revenge or not. For comments, you can reach me at the following email address: [email protected]