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"Not that weird, Anu Emmanuel." Shriya brushed Anu Emmanuel's hair out of Anu Emmanuel's face and admired her serene beauty. The movie in the background surged to some sort of first act climax, as the brain worms spread and the police chief realized the people he knew had been taken over by some unseen force. Shriya ignored it. "Krishan and I are twins, after all. We're really similar." Shriya leaned in and kissed Anu Emmanuel some more.

The basement filled with strobing light from the TV as the teenagers made out on the sofa. Eventually, Shriya worked her way down Anu Emmanuel's neck, over her chest, down the tank-top, and flipped her head under Anu Emmanuel's skirt. She breathed in, relishing her friend's obvious arousal.

"I don't know if we should, Shriya." Anu Emmanuel put her hands on the top of Shriya's head to hold her away from her pussy, but her friend was strong and Anu Emmanuel wasn't sure what she wanted exactly. Anu Emmanuel felt her panties go to the side. "No one's ever done that to me and ... ooooohhhhhhhh." Anu Emmanuel's whole body vibrated to some new frequency as Shriya's tongue found her slit. Her hands went from pushing on Shriya's head to pulling her in. Oral sex was magic. Why hadn't anyone told her? "Aaaaahhhh ... Brit ... you're driving me ... crrrraaazzzyyyyyy."

"Mmmppphhhhh." Shriya slurped at her friend's pussy, grasping Anu Emmanuel firmly at the top of her thighs. Shriya loved how delirious should could make a woman with only her tongue. To give that kind of joy offered immense power. She reached her hand up and spread Anu Emmanuel's lips so she could lick deeper inside. She slipped a finger inside, below her tongue.

"Wait ... ugh ... wait ..." Anu Emmanuel panted and squirmed. "I'm a ... virgin ... don't break my ... cherry." Anu Emmanuel looked down at Shriya's hair bobbing between her legs.

Shriya looked up at her friend, her eyes filled with delight. "Really? For a senior in high school, you certainly are sheltered." Shriya's lips glistened in the iridescent light with Anu Emmanuel's wetness. She slipped two fingers into Anu Emmanuel as she watched her friend's facial muscles twitch. "Are you saving yourself for marriage or something? Because I'm sure if you spend time with my brother, he might have other plans."

"Oh ... oh ... oh ..." Anu Emmanuel felt her orgasm build to a crescendo. Some part of her brain worried that Shriya's fingers would puncture her hymen, but her most basic impulses were now running the show. She spread her legs further and whimpered out a lovely climax. Through half-closed eyelids she watched Shriya withdraw her fingers and lick them clean. What had Anu Emmanuel gotten herself into? After a minute, she caught her breath. "Not marriage ... necessarily. But I ... thought ... next year in college. Maybe ..."

"Girl, I don't think you're going to make it college a virgin." Shriya crawled back up onto the sofa. She leaned in for more kissing.

"Wait." Anu Emmanuel had never tasted herself before. Truth be told, she wasn't keen on tasting her own pussy on Shriya's lips. That seemed a little gross. She put her hands up to hold Shriya back, but wound up getting handfuls of Shriya's boobs instead. Goodness, Shriya was so busty. Anu Emmanuel folded and let Shriya's lips meet hers. She tasted tangy, and maybe a bit salty. Not too bad. But, of course, Anu Emmanuel would never taste another woman. That would just be super gross. She melted into the kiss.

Twenty minutes later, Anu Emmanuel found herself on her knees on the floor between Shriya's legs, lapping away at her friend's pussy. The whole thing was delightful. How could she have been so wrong? Anu Emmanuel greedily sucked down Shriya's wetness. As she listened to her friend moan, she knew her walls were crumbling. She was already readying herself for the inevitable, giving her virginity to Krishan.

"Oooohhhhhhh." Shriya looked down at Anu Emmanuel and they made eye contact. The look in Anu Emmanuel's eyes was disbelief mixed with a deep, deep hunger. Perfection. "Oh, Anu Emmanuel. Oooohhhhhh, you're going to make me cum."

The news caused Anu Emmanuel to redouble her efforts. She wanted desperately to please her friend. Or was Shriya her girlfriend now? She didn't know.

"Lick my ... button ... yes ... like that." Shriya closed her eyes and gave herself to the waves that washed over her. She had to pull Anu Emmanuel off her after a few seconds, Shriya was too sensitive. The teenagers snuggled together and watched the rest of the movie in the dim light. Neither of them had any idea what was going on with the plot of the film, but they didn't much care. The sheriff seemed to be losing his battle against the brain worms, but the friends focused instead on their soft warm bodies pressed against each other.

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"Thanks for coming in, Mrs. Warrier." Shriya smiled at the woman. Manju Warrier was clearly expecting a formal meeting with the principal. Shriya looked her over. She had applied a touch of makeup, and wore an ironed blouse and a long skirt. Her heels clicked on the concrete floor as she entered the supply room.

"I was told to come here." Manju stopped halfway into the room and looked around her with an eyebrow arched like she didn't like what she was seeing. When Krishan stepped around her and closed the door, a look of deep disquiet etched itself on her forehead. "Where's Principal Sneha?" She noticed that the teenage girl held what looked like a ball under a towel in her hands. Manju couldn't for the life of her figure out what was going on.

"The principal will be here later." Krishan smiled pleasantly. "She had an emergency with her son."

"Oh, well, I hope everything's alright." Manju bit her bottom lip and looked around the dank room. She knew Tarun because he sometimes hung out with Manju's son, JK. She recognized the pair before her too, they were in the same senior class. Shriya and Krishan, was it? Something like that.

"Everything's fine," Shriya said. "Mrs. Sneha just started something with her son yesterday and she hasn't been able to pull herself away yet." Shriya tried not to smirk. She didn't want to scare this woman away. "She's taking care of it, and hopefully she should be here soon. I'm Shriya and this is my brother, Krish. And this is a trust building exercise the school is doing with the seniors and a few special parents."

"What on earth are you talking ...?" Manju's face went slack when Shriya lifted the towel. Shriya held a large, oblong object. It was black with pulsing red lines zigzagging around it. Manju had never seen anything like it. She shivered despite the heat in the room. "What is that?" Looking at the object was like looking at a car crash. Manju was repulsed, but she could not look away.

"How this works ..." Krishan put his hand on the erstwhile dreamstone. "... is that we all put our hands on the stone and then you tell us about a present you're thinking about getting JK for graduation. Then we'll see if we can help."

The twins exchanged a look. It was a silly story, but it should work. They could feel the power under their fingers, and that alone gave them confidence.

"Well ... okay." Manju took a couple of unsure steps toward the teenagers. The walls of reality seemed so much more flexible than moments before. She walked up to them and put her hand on the object. "It ... feels electric."

"Good, Mrs. Warrier." Shriya put her other hand on top of Manju's hand and held firm. "Now, what do you want JK to have for graduation?"

"Whatever makes him happy." Manju smiled dreamily. Her body buzzed like she'd had one too many wine spritzers.

"Would you be surprised to learn that you would make him happier than anything else?" Krishan felt the energy surging in the stone. Mansion liked where this was going.

"Me?" Manju looked up from the glowing object, pulsing red reflected in her blue eyes. "I don't think an eighteen-year-old wants to spend time with his mother."

"I can guarantee he wants exactly that, Mrs. Warrier." Shriya squeezed her hand.

"Wants me?" Manju's legs trembled. Were her panties wet? "What are you talking about?"

"We're talking about cementing the bond between you." Krishan pulled his hand from the stone and started taking off his clothes.

"What are you doing, Krish?" Shriya whispered out of the corner of her mouth. Not that it mattered, Manju was standing right there and could hear anything they said. "Just the dreamstone. That's all we were supposed ..." Shriya rolled her eyes as Krishan's massive dick sprung free. Oh, well. Hopefully the House's power was strong enough to deal with Manju's inevitable freak-out.

"Oh, my." Manju gave a start and stepped back, pulling her hand off the object. "Is ... that real? Wait, are you talking about me ... and JK ... in the biblical sense?" It occurred to her that she should be running from the room.

"Yep." Krishan kicked his pants and underwear away. "And I'm willing to let you practice on me. You know, so that you can get ready for JK."

"You're insane." Manju struggled with herself, her body twisted as she tried to move to the door and also get a closer look at the penis in front of her at the same time. "I'm going to tell your parents about this." But she didn't sound like she meant it. Her eyes stayed glued to that long, veiny pole. How could a skinny teenager like him be attached to something like that?

"A little help, Shriya?" Krishan didn't want to be the one to bring her over to him. He could tell Manju was on the verge of bolting.

"Fine." Shriya stepped over to Manju, put her hand on the small of the woman's back, and walked her gently over to Krishan. She could feel Manju trembling like a frightened mouse. "But I think you're just being greedy."

"You can have a turn, too." Krishan watched as Shriya put her hands on Manju's shoulders and dropped her gently to her knees.

"I can't ... I won't touch it." Manju was transfixed by the massive thing in front of her nose. The siblings ignored her. They were talking about her like a toy they were about to share. Without prompting, she reached her hands out and took hold of the tool. Her insides melted a little when she felt its weight. It would certainly break any woman foolish enough to put it in her vagina. She almost felt sorry for Krishan, he would never know what sex was like. Not truly. Any woman that was brave enough to try him, would struggle mightily.

"Go on, Mrs. Warrier. Just suck him already." Shriya gave Krishan a smile with a bit of mock disgust thrown in. It would be fun to watch this. Maybe they should do this with all the moms going forward.

Manju couldn't explain why she was doing it. In twenty-two years of marriage, she'd never once thought of infidelity. But she just couldn't deny Krishan, even with his sister looking on. She opened her mouth wide and slipped him in. Her eyes open, she looked down the long veiny shaft before her. Then she moved her head back and forth, her blond hair falling into her peripheral vision. She found she could only fit in his head, and just barely at that.

"Wow, that is a pretty sight." Shriya put her hand in Manju's blond hair and helped with the blowjob. When Manju gagged several times, Shriya eased up a bit. She didn't want to torture the poor woman.

"Wish you could feel this, Brit." Krishan looked over at his sister. "Her tongue ... on my head ..."

"I don't have a dick, dummy." Shriya thought about it, and decided she was happy with a pussy, however much Krishan seemed to be enjoying the blowjob.

 

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"But ... still ..." Krishan zoned out and let Manju work her magic. The blowjob was only about ten percent skill and ninety percent elbow grease, but it worked somehow. He wondered if she ever gave her poor husband oral sex.

About fifteen minutes later, Krishan was ready. "Where ... should ... I ..."

"Cum on her face, Krish." Shriya let go of Manju's hair. "She's probably never done that."

"Mmmmmppphhhh." Manju's eyes went wide, but she continued pumping the penis with her mouth.

"Okay ... aaahhhh ..." Krishan put his hand where Shriya's had been, pulled the housewife off his dick, and held her face in front of him.

"Actually ... um ... we're at school ... maybe you shouldn't ..." Shriya watched as her brother gave his familiar soft grunts. It was too late. Shot after shot of hot, salty cum plastered Manju's face. Shriya figured the woman's expertly applied makeup was a goner.

Manju shuddered as a river of cum splattered her. Every time she thought Krishan was done, more came out. It was so hot, and sticky. She knew it was in her hair and dripping down to her well-ironed blouse. How would she ever walk out of the school? The thought of it made her shudder, and then she had the first non-contact orgasm in her life. It so surprised her that she thought she might be having a stroke at first, but then the pleasure overwhelmed her, and she knew these teenagers could do whatever they wanted.

A short time later, Krishan held Manju up in the air, bouncing her on his dick. Either the woman had a remarkably flexible pussy, or the dreamstone had worked some of its magic on her. He hadn't thought to offer her the deal until after he'd sunk his dick into her, and now it didn't seem to matter. She had a nice body, with wide hips, and ample boobs already. Dealing with the heat that the deal brought would be an issue anyway. So, Krishan just humped her as is, relishing the way she squealed every time their hips pounded together. It was clear she hadn't had standing sex before. Krishan thought about JK, he was a pretty big guy. Maybe he'd be able to give his mom standing sex. She certainly seemed to enjoy it.

"I really want a turn, Krish." Shriya stood naked watching them, her right hand massaging her clit.

"About ... to ... cum ..." Krishan would never grow tired of the first time he unloaded in a pussy. It was the beauty of charting unknown waters.

"Uuugghhhhh ... mmmeeeee ... ssssppppprrrrrmmmmm." Manju wanted to tell him she couldn't take his sperm, but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, she rocketed off on another huge orgasm as his heat filled her. The next few minutes were a daze. She felt herself being put down onto her feet, wobbling on her heels. Then Shriya turned her back to Manju, stuck out her tight, young butt, and put her hands on a shelf. Manju staggered over to her, dropped to her knees, and as if guided by some force, planted her face between the girl's cheeks. Oh, God, she was licking Shriya's butt. She shuddered at the thought but didn't stop.

"Wow, she's a dirty one." Krishan leaned against the shelf and watched JK's mom eat ass. He wondered if she'd eat her son's ass, too. Probably, if she was so gungho about Shriya's butt. Maybe they'd discovered the woman's kink.

"That feels ... really good ... Mrs. Warrier." Shriya wiggled her butt at the woman, enjoying how Manju's hands clutched at Shriya's cheeks. "But ... I need you ... to lick my pussy. Yeeeesssssss." Shriya cooed as the woman lowered her attack several inches.

The siblings enjoyed Manju for another hour. Then, they toweled her off best they could, dressed, and walked her to the door.

"Now remember, what JK wants more than anything is you." Shriya gave Manju a peck on the cheek.

"And the sooner the better." Krishan patted her round butt and kissed Manju's forehead.

"He wants ... me." Manju said uncertainly.

"Right you are." Shriya opened the door and checked the hall. It was empty.

"Now go get 'em, tiger." Krishan slapped her butt again and they sent her on her way. Shriya closed the door again and the twins looked at each other. They burst out laughing.

"That was ... amazing," Krishan said between laughs.

"Totally wild ... I want more ... more ... more." Shriya's laughter slowed and she looked at her handsome brother.

"I think we get to have as much as we want." Krishan leaned in and kissed Shriya. She kissed him back with urgency and locked her arms around his narrow shoulders. They made out in the room for another fifteen minutes before making their way to fifth period. Principal Sneha never made it to school that day, and twins were pretty sure they knew why.

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"You're getting so good at ... holding back your orgasm ... sweetie." Sneha rocked her hips, grinding them into her son's hips below. They were in his bedroom and the light was turning golden outside. They'd fucked the day away. They hadn't even stopped for lunch. Sneha had had a few minor orgasms, but the real joy for her was watching the happiness she was able to give her sweet son.

"Thanks ... Mom." Ted's tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth. His body was so sore, he hadn't had that much exercise since he'd given up soccer. Maybe not even then. He looked down at his mother's swollen belly. "I can't believe ... Dad's baby is in there ... and we're doing this."

"Um ..." Sneha kept moving her hips but a slight frown played on her lips. "I ... have to tell you something." She lovingly wiped sweat from Ted's brow. "It's not your father's baby."

"What?" Ted looked up from her belly into her soft eyes. Had she really said what he thought she said? "Who?"

"It's a long story." Sneha sped up her hips, hoping that her ministrations would lessen the blow of the news. "Krishan and I had sex."

"Shriya's ... brother?" Ted knew he felt something weird going on at New Year's. He waited for anger to surge. Krishan had claimed his mother. Anger didn't come. It felt too good to return to the pussy he came from. There was no room for bitter feelings. "Did you ... did you have sex with me because ... of that?"

"Well ... yes ... they wanted me to."

"They?" It was hard to be shocked while your mom rode your dick, but Ted had managed it.

"Yes ... Shriya and Krishan." Sneha switched to bouncing on him. She'd gotten the length of her upstroke right so that she was no longer worried about him falling out. "Are you mad?"

Ted watched her heavy breasts swing in counter-circles. "No ... no ... it's okay. I guess, if it means we get ... to have this ..."

"That's my boy." Sneha reached down and cupped his head, and brought his face up to her boobs. "This is ours, Tarun. We get to have this."

"Uuuugggghhhhhhh." Ted erupted inside his mother again. Her body wobbled on top of him. Whatever else there was, that moment was perfection.

And Mansion agreed. It felt their bond strengthen, and power surged within the old building.

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"Do you feel it, Sunny?" Nayanthara sat in their living room, enjoying the warmth of the fire. She regarded a particularly elegant stag head that her husband had mounted over the mantle. What had he said? The thing had a ten-point rack? Whatever it was, Vijay had been giddy the day he brought it home.

"I feel it." Sunny massaged his mother's cold feet with his hands. There was such tenderness in his touch. "Can I put it inside you yet?"

"Not yet, dearie." Nayanthara smiled at him, reached over her swollen belly, and patted his pale, freckled cheek. "Your father is drawn to us like a moth to flame. Let's meet him at our zenith."

"Of course." Sunny couldn't resist sliding his hand up her exposed calves.

"I said not yet." Nayanthara playfully slapped Sunny's hand away as it moved toward her thigh.

"Yes, Mother." Sunny moved his hands back down to her feet. "We haven't been this close in over a century." He thought about his father reined by the thorns, cursing, and swearing to rid the world of their corruption. What a fool.

"The twins are the key. They'll carry us over the finish." Nayanthara looked back to the stag. The House would have a new trophy very soon.

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"Oh, JK. Ooohhhhhh, my sweet JK." Manju leaned over her living room sofa, allowing her eighteen-year-old son access to her special places from behind. Her dress was around her waist and a bewildered and ecstatic expression had fixed itself to her face. Her sweet son wasn't a freak like the boy, but he had more down there than his father. And he seemed quite overjoyed at getting to use it on his mother.

"Shit ... Mom ... I'm gonna cum ... again." JK tightened his grip on his mother's hips. She had a way bigger ass than the girls he'd dated at school, and he gazed at the ripples he created with each slap of his hips.

"Not inside ... again ... darling." Manju didn't try and dislodge him. Her son had already done the deed twice inside her and she was a sloppy mess back there. Her husband had long since had a vasectomy, so it would be very hard to explain to him an unwanted pregnancy.

"A ... little ... aaahhh ... more ... doesn't ... matter." JK punctuated each word with violent, claiming thrusts into her pussy.

"Okay." Manju couldn't say no. Anyway he was right, what did a little more sperm matter? His little swimmers would either find her egg or they wouldn't. "Go ... ahead ... JK." She was telling her son to seed her. The young man she raised to be a good, caring citizen, was about to pour himself into his own mother. The thought twisted her mind and she trembled out an orgasm, as he grunted his climax behind her.

Manju stayed bent over the sofa for a while, catching her breath. Eventually, she reached behind her and pushed his hips away from her butt. She stood up and pulled her dress back down around her knees. "We need to clean up. I need to pick up your brother and sister. Your father will be home in an hour and I need to have dinner ready." She bent down and picked up her panties. She felt his hands on her again and she shivered. "No more, JK. We have things to do."

 

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But five minutes later, she was lying on her back on the living room carpet, her legs spread, and her feet high in the air. Her son pumped again, his hands mauling her breasts through her dress.

"Cumming ... again ... Mom." JK had somehow found Heaven. His mother was hot and willing. He was almost certainly going to knock her up.

"Yeeessssssssss." Manju took yet another load deep inside her.

A few minutes later, as she rushed out the door, Manju wondered if this was a rampant fever that would pass, or if this was her life now. She found herself hoping for the later.

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Over the next several weeks, Manju and JK continued their torrid affair. Unknown to them, they were joined in their illicit bond by mothers and sons all over town. The twins met with mother after mother in the school supply room. Proper ladies resigned to a boring suburban life walked into that room, and women wakened to their latent desires walked out. The erstwhile dreamstrone cast its thrall over all.

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"Han, are you in here?" Krishan looked in Hansika's room, but she wasn't there. He walked down the hall toward Ileana's room, the steady tick of the hidden clock keeping him company. He put his ear up to Ileana's door and heard womanly grunting. Krishan didn't mind interrupting her when she played with herself. He'd walked in on her with an enormous dildo more than once. He opened the door. "Hey, Ileana have you seen ..." He stopped in his tracks.

On Ileana's bed, Hansika sat on top of the woman, undulating her hips. Their legs were locked together, and their pussies rubbed as the sweaty women made little grunting cries of pleasure. Krishan admired the way Ileana's dark skin contrasted with Hansika's paleness. He hadn't known they were doing it.

"Hello." Krishan closed the door behind him hard, so the slam reverberated around the room.

"Oh ... hello ... Krish." Hansika looked over at the young man, her hair wet and plastered to her forehead. "We ... um ... well, we ..." She looked back down at Ileana's boobs swaying on her chest. Her eyes went up to the woman's pretty face, and the look of deep longing in her dark eyes. What a revelation to make another woman look like that.

"I can see what you're doing." Krishan watched Hansika's ass shake and the two pregnant bellies knock together. "I've got Karun on hold. He called my cell because you weren't answering." Krishan held up his phone for them to see. "You want to talk to him?"

"No." Hansika laughed.

Ileana looked over at the phone, her head ever so slightly bouncing on the mattress. She picked up Hansika's laugh and together the two women filled the room with sweet, jingling merriment. Hansika's hips didn't falter. Ileana put her hands on Hansika's ass and pulled them even tighter together.

"Okay." Krishan started laughing, too. "That was a dumb question, I guess." Still chuckling, he left the room and told his brother that Hansika was busy.

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More weeks passed and the snows melted. The weather warmed. And bellies grew.

Anushka knocked on her son's door and let herself in. She found him bent over his desk, working hard at his homework. A smile crept across her lips. "I'm so proud of you that you're still keeping up with your schoolwork, despite all the ... distractions."

"Oh, hi, Mom." Krishan looked up with bleary eyes. "The struggle is real." He looked her up and down. She was really getting big now, her breasts and belly caused Anushka's maternity dress to billow around her. "I could use a break, though."

"I bet you could." Anushka walked over to him, spun his chair toward her, and climbed onto his lap. She reached under her and lowered his pants. "There's my big guy." She pulled her dress up a little, and slid him home. "That's nice."

"Should we still be doing this ... with ... you know?" Krishan placed his hands on her round belly.

"It won't hurt the baby." Anushka rocked her hips.

"My baby." Krishan still had a hard time wrapping his head around all his progeny that would arrive soon.

"That's right, sweetie." Anushka trembled. "Ooooohhhhhhh." She came so quickly every time with Krishan. Her mind wandered in its little slice of Heaven, and then came back to the room. She bounced on his lap.

"Is Dad coming home?" Krishan didn't think he wanted his father back at Mansion. He loved the guy, but there was no place for him anymore.

"He ... ugh ... feels he needs more time ... at his sister's." Anushka reached down, took Krishan's hands, and placed them on her boobs. He squeezed and she cooed. "I think it's for ... the best ... don't you?"

"Yeah." Krishan looked up into her perfect face, her jaw tight as she worked through little shocks of pleasure. He pushed up against her tits and admired their weight. They got bigger by the day. "I like that it's just me and the women."

"I like that too, Krish." Anushka could feel another orgasm approaching. "I'm going to ... ugh ... have so many grandchildren."

"You've got one in your belly right now." He slapped a heavy boob and watched it shake under her dress.

"Oh ... it's true. I'm such a ... bad wife ... ooooohhhhhhhhh." Anushka screamed as she came.

"But you're the perfect mom." Krishan moved his hands down to her ass. Her hips had stopped with her orgasm and he smacked her butt to get them moving again. "You're the best mom in the whole world."

"Thank ... you ... sweetie." Anushka rode him again after a second slap got her attention. And Krishan was the best son in the world. He gave her everything. Even if not that long ago, she hadn't even known that she wanted it.

 

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Mansion House Final Part - 2

"We are ascendant." Nayanthara sat in the locked room, holding a crystal tumbler with sloshing amber liquid. Vijay varma would have been better off poisoning her, she mused. If he hadn't been pulled by his grandiosity to make a show with the clock, Nayanthara wouldn't have been sitting in his despicable lair all those decades later to toast to his imminent demise. "To your father. May he rot in Heaven."

"Hear, hear." Sunny smiled at his mother and clanked his crystal glass against hers. "But Mother, should you be drinking in your condition?" He nodded at her pregnant belly where his baby perpetually readied itself for the world. "You know what the living say about alcohol." He arched one of his red eyebrows, making his freckled face seem even more boyish than his nineteen years. Of course, he had been nineteen for a long time. He had settled into an infinite youth.

Nayanthara let her bright laugh fill the drab space. She looked up at the dead bear and laughed harder. Mother and son laughed together for a good long while. Victory was just around the corner, and it tasted ever so sweet. Eventually they calmed down. "Some twenty-two mothers have taken the step we did all those years ago. All of them within a few miles of here."

"That many?" Sunny smiled, thinking of the surprise and ecstasy that must be written on the faces of all those young men. He remembered well the first time his mother took him into her bed. It was the zenith of his life and afterlife. He envied all those young men their first time. As sweet as that apple was, nothing beat that first bite.

"Indeed." Nayanthara took a sip of her whisky. "We should strike while the iron's hot. We need to bring your father back to the house."

"The old man is confused. He's lost. What would bring him here?" Sunny was genuinely curious. His mother so rarely shared her plans, it seemed he was finally being treated like a man.

"Love would be the leash that leads most men. But not him. Every time you and I share our special bond, his rage and jealously roams boundless." Nayanthara regarded Sunny. He looked very much like his father, but for his complexion.

"Our love begets his hate." Sunny paused. "Will that make him too strong?"

"It will give him focus but not strength. Our power is now at least his equal."

"Is it time for you and I to ..." Sunny looked at her hopefully.

"Almost, dearie." Nayanthara leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "Power flows into this house and may now bind Him and Vijay varma. Only a few more hours, I think."

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Anu Emmanuel trembled as she followed Shriya and Krishan up their front walk. This was a big day. She just knew she was going to lose her virginity to Krishan. She wasn't sure how he was going to fit inside her, but they were going to make it work.

The next hour was a whirlwind for the three eighteen-year-olds. Krishan had asked a question Anu Emmanuel had barely heard. She had said yes. He then tossed her in a cold shower. My how her body had burned. Anu Emmanuel had thought she'd actually caught fire. And when she exited the icy water, her body had become more womanly. It was the most twisted of miracles. He led her to Shriya's room, where she rode Krishan with complete joy on Shriya's bed, her hair bouncing up and down. Orgasms rolled through her body unlike any she'd had before. These were deeper and overpowering. During her lucid moments, Anu Emmanuel would look up at Shriya who stood by one of the windows and she would smile at the twin. Shriya would smile back, her hand working frantically under her skirt.

"Oh, Krish ... I'm gonna ... again ..." Anu Emmanuel increased her pace.

Something caught Shriya's eye out in the garden, and she looked away from her brother and Anu Emmanuel down to the rosebush. "Nayanthara is outside in the weeds, Krish. And she's doing it ... with her son." As she said those words, the house gave a sudden shudder. The windows all rattled. Normally, watching a son and mother do it doggystyle would have excited Shriya, even if they were phantoms. But Shriya felt her pussy dry up. Something was wrong.

Anu Emmanuel and Krishan barely heard Shriya. They went right on humping. Anu Emmanuel bounced so hard her knees lifted off the blanket on every upstroke.

The house shook again, and dust settled from the rafters of the tower room around them. Shriya thought she could hear heavy footsteps. A deep chill settled inside her. Something was very wrong.

~~

"Is he ... ugh ... here, Mother?" Sunny humped Nayanthara's round rump with great, long strokes. He hadn't had a chance to mate his mother since they were first seducing the this family. It was always spectacular taking her with his baby in her belly, regardless of the situation.

"Yes ... he's coming ..." Nayanthara shuddered as her son's bludgeon savaged her. "Keep ... going ... when he gets close ... we'll open the rosebush." They would have to be careful not to be swallowed by their prison as they disposed of Vijay varma. "Hump me ... Sunny ... destroy my crinkum crankum."

~~

A loud bang sounded at the door. Anu Emmanuel's hips finally went still. "What was that?" Anu Emmanuel covered her boobs with her arm and looked at Shriya's door with wide eyes. She still sat astride Krishan, sweat trickling down her back and chest.

"Shriya?" Krishan was suddenly paralyzed with fear. "What's that?" But deep inside, Krishan knew what it was.

The door burst open, and in strode Vijay varma. He wore formal tails and a top hat. The occasion clearly called for his best. His mustache and eyes were at their deepest black, and his mouth was set in a thin line of determination. "She plans a deception. But her attempt to draw me out has only made me stronger."

"Wait, wait, wait." Anu Emmanuel still sat on Krishan as that strange, violent looking man descended upon her. Krishan's penis was snug inside her, until it wasn't, and she was weaving up in the air. The man had grabbed her by her hair and held her aloft.

"You are not the fornicator I want." Vijay varma tossed the teenager aside.

Anu Emmanuel, naked and terrified, tumbled into a nook beside Shriya's dresser and lay still.

"You." Vijay varma looked down at Krishan. "I only ever wanted to save the likes of you. Your soul is now stained with her corruption. I am sorry I couldn't get to you sooner. But there are others to save." Vijay varma reached down and lifted Krishan from the bed by his right shoulder. The clavicle on that side gave an audible pop as it broke. Vijay varma looked down at the deflating penis on the lad. "Your disgusting slug was only used for evil ends. After my task is done, maybe He will forgive you."

Krishan grunted in pain as his shoulder caved in. "Get off ..." He struggled against the phantom, but for all his strength he couldn't pry those frigid fingers off his naked flesh.

"Let him go!" Shriya charged Vijay varma, but the man lifted her by hair and looked into her face with cruel indifference. Shriya kicked at the air, swaying next to her brother.

"It was smart of my wife to use twins for her villainy." Vijay varma lifted Shriya higher to get a good look at her. He could smell her wanton corruption in the air and on her fingers. "I gifted my wife the binary ring on our wedding as a symbol of what two could accomplish together. I thought we were headed for greatness. But instead, we trod separate paths." Vijay varma carried the twins out of the tower and down the stairs.

"Let them go." Hansika charged Vijay varma swinging a broom like a club. On her heels, Ileana ran right behind her.

"Darkness." Vijay varma swung Krishan's limp body at Hansika and sent her careening into the hallway wall. He then used Krishan as a weapon again, and sent Ileana to the other wall. Both women slumped to the floor. "You all incubate such darkness. And you would spread it through the world. I will come back and deal with you in a moment's time." Vijay varma walked on and descended the main stairs. Both twins hung limply from his hands now. He held them out before him like removing mice from the pantry.

"What have you done?" Anushka stood in shock looking up the stairs as that large devil carried her children like rag dolls. "Let them go."

"Kindly step aside, madame." Vijay varma arrived at the bottom of the stairs and kept walking right up to the matriarch. "You've all been tainted. I cannot save you. But I can save the world." When Anushka stood her ground, Vijay varma used her daughter's unconscious body to swat her aside.

Anushka rolled to the side of the entryway and cradled her swollen belly. She prayed for the baby and slowly stood. Limping after Vijay varma, Anushka would do whatever she could to stop him. She watched him turn left outside the front door and hurried after.

"Still rutting like a bitch, darling?" Vijay varma was in sight of his wife and son now. He marched through the high weeds and stopped about fifteen feet from them. The rosebush was right behind them. "Such a facile plan befitting a sow of your order."

"Get off me, Sunny." Nayanthara reached back and pushed her son's hips, dislodging him from inside her. She stood, her pale, freckled skin glistening in the sun. She put both hands on her belly protectively. "Leave them out of this, Vijay varma."

Beside Nayanthara, Sunny pulled up his trousers and tightened his suspenders. "What should we do, Mother?"

 

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"Patience," Nayanthara said to her son. "Did you hurt the Family, Vijay varma?"

"I hurt them less so than you did." Vijay varma held up the twins like prized trophies, both hanging limp from his hands. Shriya, fully dressed, and Krishan naked. Krishan looked exceedingly vulnerable as his slack, skinny form swayed with Vijay varma's movements. "You have stained them. Even He cannot undo your work."

"That's because He is almost as impotent as you." Nayanthara sighed. She leaned in toward Sunny. "I'm going to have to drag him in, dearie. Make sure the twins are safe," she whispered.

"But Mother --" Sunny looked at her with wide eyes.

"Keep that stiff upper lip, Sunny." Behind Nayanthara the rosebush unfurled, vines spreading out like tentacles, deep red flowers trembling.

Anushka came to a stop ten feet behind Vijay varma. She gawked in awe at the pregnant, naked woman with writhing vines behind her. "Let my children go," she screamed.

"Not today," Vijay varma snorted and stole a quick glance back at Anushka. She was alone, and worth little to no attention. He turned back to his wife. "Step back into that prison you created and I won't harm the family. Defy me, and I will do the Lord's work and purge your darkness from them."

"If He is so powerful, why does he not come for me Himself?" Nayanthara took a step toward Vijay varma.

"Why is your angel not here with you?" Vijay varma eyed her with suspicion. "Take no more steps toward me, woman."

Sunny moved off to the side, circling his father. To Sunny's side now, the bush extended to a great height, its thorns sharp and ready.

"It seems we are agents of greater, or lesser, things." Nayanthara broke into a run. "Your master would maim and destroy to enforce His rules. Freedom is not darkness. Tyranny spreads a boundless shade." She didn't give Vijay varma an opportunity to reply. She jumped through the air, her belly and breasts briefly defying gravity as she arced down toward her husband. The binary diamonds on her ring glittered with swift movement.

Vijay varma needed his hands. He dropped the twins into the weeds and reached up to tangle with his wife. A loud smash shook the house and reverberated back to them from the woods as the phantoms collided. The tall, immaculate man in his dark suit, and the shorter, wild woman wrestled to the ground. He held her wrists firm, but their strength seemed evenly matched. They rolled a few feet toward the rosebush. The waving vines shivered and shook at their approach.

Seeing her opportunity, Anushka raced forward, cradling her belly as she ran. She still prayed for the baby inside, and also for the twins. She saw Sunny move for Krishan, so Anushka swerved left to grab Shriya. The long dead husband and wife grunted and hissed at each other as they fought in the weeds. Anushka ignored them, and grabbed her unconscious daughter under her arms and pulled her away. When she'd gone about ten feet, Anushka sat in on the ground and pulled Shriya into her lap.

Shriya's eyes fluttered open. She looked up into her mother's frightened eyes. "What happened?"

"Vijay varma," Anushka whispered. She looked up at the struggling couple as a deep yell filled the air. One of the vines had Vijay varma by the ankle. The vine steadily dragged Nayanthara and Vijay varma closer to the bush.

Shriya looked over just as Sunny dropped Krishan next to Anushka.

"I'm coming, Mother!" Sunny ran over to the struggling couple.

"Krish?" Anushka pulled Krishan into her lap next to his sister and she was relieved to see him open his eyes and look around.

"Mom?" Krishan heard the fight and looked toward the writhing rose vines. "They're going to imprison Vijay varma," he croaked. But then Nayanthara gave out a scream. He saw a vine cinch around her arm. Crimson droplets ran from the plant's embrace. "Nayanthara!" Krishan tried to get up, but his mother held him to her bosom. His left shoulder surged with pain.

"Stay back, Sunny," Nayanthara hissed between gritted teeth. They were moving faster toward the cage as more vines wrapped around their bodies, digging in with thorns.

"No, Mother." Sunny dropped to his knees next to his parents and tried to pry the vines off Nayanthara. But in seconds, he too was brought into the rose's embrace. The vines lifted all three into the air.

"You cannot stop Him," Vijay varma bellowed.

Sunny reached for his mother's hand and wrenched it away from Vijay varma. Son held tightly to mother.

"Goodbye, dearies." Nayanthara, her face beautiful, poised, and calm, caught Krishan's eye. She gave a brief sad smile, and was gone.

The rosebush swallowed all three, folded in on itself, and returned to normal. A silence fell over the yard.

"I ... I ..." Anushka looked for the right thing to say. Her chest rose and fell, adrenaline coursing through her. "I don't want either of you ever going near those roses."

"Yes, Mom." Shriya pushed herself deeper into her mother's lap.

Krishan said nothing. He just stared at where Nayanthara had been with his mouth hanging open.

~~

The house was quiet over the next few weeks. Anushka, Hansika, and Ileana continued to grow, their babies healthy despite their run-ins with Vijay varma. Krishan wore his left arm in a sling while he healed.

Shriya's belly began to swell as the weather warmed. One day she came home with the happy news that she was having twins.

It took Anu Emmanuel a long time to brave the house again, but eventually she returned.

"Ooooohhhhhhh ... Krish... I can't believe it fits." Anu Emmanuel lay on her stomach, letting her new boyfriend do the work. Her breasts pushed into Krishan's mattress as he found a rhythm behind her. Anu Emmanuel felt a sudden sense of panic. The last time Krishan was inside her had ended with trauma for all of them. "That ... ugh ... horrible man is really gone?"

"Yeah ... don't worry ..." Krishan inched himself into Anu Emmanuel's pussy. "He's gone." And so was Nayanthara. No one at the house had heard a peep from any of the apparitions since the day the rosebush had swallowed.

"Oh, no. You're so deep." Anu Emmanuel kicked the mattress with both feet has she felt Krishan's cock push something out of the way inside her. Soon, she had no room in her mind to think about Vijay varma Palmer or anyone else for that matter. It was simply a rolling chorus of orgasms for the afternoon.

"Gonna ... cum ..." Krishan took a fistful of hair and pulled Anu Emmanuel's head so that she was looking straight ahead, her hands gripped the blanket in front of her.

"Wait ... wait ..." Anu Emmanuel shrieked out one last orgasm thinking about her friend's swelling belly. Shriya's own brother had knocked her up, and now Anu Emmanuel was about to accept the very same cum that had done the deed. That idea gave her the best orgasm of the day as she felt his heat fill her womb.

Ever the gentleman, Krishan helped her shower. To show her appreciation, Anu Emmanuel blew him as warm water cascaded all around them. She sputtered and sucked down part of his load, spitting the rest down the drain. It was the first time she'd ever tried to swallow. She knew he'd give her more practice. They then dressed, and Krishan walked her down to the front door.

"When can I see you ... and Shriya ... again?" Anu Emmanuel stopped in the entry room and gave Krishan an impromptu peck on the cheek.

"Maybe on Friday --" Krishan was interrupted by Anushka coming out of the kitchen.

"Cookies? I meant to get them to you before you were leaving, Anu Emmanuel. Sorry." Anushka stood naked, her ripe body curving every which way. She held a tray of chocolate chip cookies in front of her.

Anu Emmanuel's eyes bulged as she ogled the pregnant woman. Anu Emmanuel stared at fertility personified. She looked at the heavy boobs pressing themselves to the round belly. The nipples and areolas were so dark, and Anu Emmanuel could see the crisscross of blue veins under Anushka's pale skin. She realized she was staring, but couldn't help herself.

"I asked my mom to walk around naked most of the time," Krishan said matter-of-factly. "It's not so cold with spring here. My dad's not around. And it makes things easier."

Anu Emmanuel looked down at Krishan's pants and saw him hardening at the sight of his mother. A brief hit of jealousy swept over her.

"Oh, I'm no competition, you pretty little thing." Anushka walked over, her breasts jiggling the whole way. "I'm happy Krish's found a girl his own age."

"Oh, good." Anu Emmanuel said dumbly. She took a cookie and didn't mention that Shriya was his own age. Exactly his own age. Maybe Anushka meant that he'd found someone his own age that he wasn't related to. Goodness, when had Anu Emmanuel accepted that her new boyfriend and girlfriend were sex gods, and they slept with whoever they wanted?

"Did I hear something about cookies?" Hansika walked down the hall from the library, behind them. She too was full, round, and naked. She walked over and took a cookie from the tray and happily munched it. "I'm going to call Karun and see if he got the papers. Want to listen in on the call?" She looked over at Anu Emmanuel, smiled, and took another bite of cookie. "Unless you're busy with your friend."

"My girlfriend," Krishan corrected. "Anu Emmanuel was just leaving." Krishan walked Anu Emmanuel to the door.

"Cookies?" Ileana poked her head out of the main living room and jogged down to Anushka and the cookie tray. She was also naked. She grabbed a cookie and munched along with Hansika.

"Wow." Anu Emmanuel had known about all the women, but it was another thing to see them congregating by the front door. All pregnant and eating cookies. She took in Ileana'sblack nipples.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Anu." Krishan gave Anu Emmanuel a pat on her firm butt through her skirt. "And you can come over on Friday. Shriya will be here, too."

"Okay." Anu Emmanuel leaned in, gave Krishan a long kiss, and then opened the door. With one last look at those soft, round women, Anu Emmanuel headed down the front walk to her car. "Bye," she said over her shoulder. She felt elated and out-of-sorts at the same time. She knew she had a ton of Krishan's stuff still deep inside her, and it was a thrill to take it with her as she headed home.

"Bye." Krishan waved at Anu Emmanuel's back and closed the door.

~~

"You got the papers, then?" There was silence as Hansika listened to her soon-to-be ex-husband on the phone. "I'm sorry ... Karun." Hansika moved slowly up and down on Krishan's lap, feeling his long, thick cock spread her pussy. She held her phone with her right hand and her left boob with her left hand, looking down into Krishan's happy eyes. "It's just ... not going to work." She listened for a while, undulating her hips. She had married karun with such hope and optimism in her heart. It was hard to imagine how wrong she'd been. But that moribund marriage had led her to Krishan, so it had all worked out in the end.

"How's he taking it?" Krishan whispered. He tried not to smile. It was a somber occasion.

Hansika held the phone away from her face. "Not well," she whispered back. She put the phone back up to her ear. "Yes ... I ... ugh ..." Hansika rolled her eyes as Krishan hit a sweet spot inside her. She would have to end the call soon. "I'll continue to ... stay ... with your mother." She listened for a while. "Well you can ... work that out with her. I have to go now ... Karun. I'll talk to you later." Hansika disconnected the phone abruptly. "He didn't want me to stay here."

Listening to Hansika divorce his brother was too much. Krishan gripped her hips tighter and let out a series of low grunts.

"Yes ... yes ... fill me." Hansika leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. She would never get enough of Krishan's cock. She screamed out her orgasm right along with him, her phone dropped beside her leg, completely forgotten.

When she'd finally taken his seed, Hansika rolled off Krishan awkwardly and lay next to him. She rubbed her sweaty, round belly. "What about your dad?"

"What about him?" Krishan looked over at her pregnant beauty.

"When he comes back from his vacation ..." She waved her hand above their nakedness. "Poof. No more of this. He'll catch on eventually, Krish."

"Well ... I don't know." Krishan shrugged.

They lay quietly for a minute as Hansika worked out a plan in her head. She'd take the dreamstone on a road trip. She knew what the twins had done with it. She could use it on Krishan's aunt and push her to seduce Ganesh. Maybe even get her to force Ganesh to confess his infidelity. "I'm going to go on a little vacation this weekend."

"Aren't you a little ... um ... big for a vacation right now?"

"Shut up, Krish." Hansika smiled at him. "I am perfectly dainty. Now get over her, I can't seem to move from my back. I need more."

Krishan smiled back at her and obediently climbed between her legs. He shoved himself back inside her.

~~

 

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A few weeks later, Anushka was taking care of Krishan on their bed in the master bedroom. One of his enormous balls was in her mouth while she jerked him. From her bedside table, her phone rang. She awkwardly crawled to the phone, her belly dragging on the sheets. "It's your father." She put a finger to her lips to quiet Krishan, and then answered. "Hello, dear."

Krishan crawled over to his mother, positioned his head under her enormous left boob and clamped his lips to her distended nipple. He drank her milk while she made small talk with his father.

After a few minutes, he felt a hand on his cock. Krishan looked down to see his sister sitting cross-legged next to him, pumping his long cock. She mouthed "Dad?" to him, and Krishan nodded.

"Wait, what did you just say, Ganesh?" Anushka's tone shifted from light and casual to something a good deal darker.

The twins looked at each other. Shriya continued to stroke Krishan, despite the turn from their mother.

Anushka sat up straighter in bed, gave her eighteen-year-olds a stern look like they ought to find another time to pleasure each other like monkeys, and focused on her call. "With your sister? That's ... that's ... if that's true, why are you even telling me?"

Shriya dropped her mouth down to Krishan's bloated cockhead. Was their father sleeping with their aunt? If that was true, the thought of it certainly turned Shriya on. And judging from the way Krishan's dick throbbed, he liked it, too.

"Well ... I ... I never imagined you ..." Anushka dropped the phone. "He hung up." She watched her sweet daughter blow her son. "Your father isn't coming back home."

"Is he fucking Aunt?" Her husband patted her thigh.

"I can't believe it. He is." Anushka crawled to the middle of the bed and turned herself over onto her back. Sometimes she felt like a beached whale in her current condition. "I need you inside me, sweetie. I need it now." What better way to get back at that philandering fool than to hump her own son?

"Okay." Krishan pulled the slurping Shriya off him and moved in between his mother's legs. He lined himself up and slipped right in.

"Do you think the house made him do it?" Shriya climbed next to Anushka, lowered her mouth, and held her mother's right boob with both hands. "I mean, that's pretty crazy that Dad would ... you know ..." She tightened her lips around Anushka's nipple and drank from her mother.

"I ... ugh ... ugh ... don't know." Anushka's pussy welcomed that long penis home. "It doesn't seem the house ... has much power ... anymore."

"The house still has ... power ... in the dreamstone." Krishan smashed his mother's butt and hips deep into the mattress with each thrust.

"It does ... oh ... Krish ...Shriya... you two ... are going to make ..." Anushka screamed out her happiness as Krishan rooted out her pussy and Shriya drank her milk.

~~

In the early summer, Anushka was the first woman at Mansion to give birth. Hansika, Ileana, Shriya, and Krishan were all there in the hospital as welcomed a baby girl into the world. They named her Nayanthara.

Anushka and baby Nayanthara had just returned from the hospital when Hansika went into labor. She gave birth to a baby boy, Sunny. A few weeks later, it was Ileana's turn to birth a baby girl, Yasmiin. Soon, Mansion was full of crying, fussing, and the comforting shushing of mothers.

Despite her swollen belly, Shriya worked hard and finished her senior year. On graduation day, she walked up to get her diploma from Sneha, her twin by her side.

Krishan gave Sneha's butt a little smack when Sneha handed him his diploma. He didn't much care if anyone saw him. He knew he wasn't going to see Sneha as much anymore with school out, but he figured her son would keep her busy.

Anu Emmanuel cheered her boyfriend and girlfriend from further back in line.

~~

"Who's watching baby Nayanthara?" Krishan turned away from his computer when his mother entered his room. He'd just sent an email informing his would-be college he wasn't going to attend that year. Shriya had done the same thing a few days earlier.

"Ileana has her." Anushka closed Krishan's door behind her and walked into the room. "Yasmiin is napping, so she's feeding Nayan for me."

"Great." Krishan eyed his mother. She was naked, as she was most of the time when home. She seemed to be getting back in shape quickly. "What's up?"

"You've been very patient with me, sweetie." Anushka stopped next to Krishan's desk and played with his blond hair. "I know you need lots of ... exercise. And I've been so busy with the babies."

"It's okay, Mom. Shriya, Anu Emmanuel, and Ileana all helped out." Krishan reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a small box.

"When is Sneha's baby due?" Anushka bent at the waist and bit his ear gently. She was aware of her heavy tits hanging and swaying below her.

"Soon, she looks like she's ready to pop for sure." Krishan opened the box. Five rings rested on velvet inside. Each was wrought from platinum with a single, black stone set on them. The black stones each had a vein in them that pulsed scarlet with the beat of a human heart. "I had them made specially. I chipped pieces off the dreamstone and polished for hours."

"I don't understand?" Anushka looked quizzically into Krishan's eyes.

"You're still wearing Dad's ring. Take it off." Krishan watched as she straightened and then worked the diamond ring off her finger. "Put this on." He handed her the first ring in the box.

"Shouldn't you be on one knee?" Anushka smiled with the joke, but she could see he was serious. She put Ganesh's ring on the desk and took the new ring from Krishan's palm. It had a heat to it in her fingers. She slipped it on her ring finger and held her hand out to Krishan. "Thank you, pumpkin. How does it look?"

"Perfect, Mom." Krishan pulled down his pants and underwear. His dick sprung up in the air. "Are you ready to ... um ... have sex again?"

"Yes." Anushka nodded, still smiling, and climbed onto his lap. "Do you want my butt or my pussy, sweetie?"

"Pussy, please."

"You want to put another baby in your mother, huh?" Anushka reached under her and guided his thick pole inside her. "Ugggghhhhhh." She'd almost forgotten how good it felt.

"I guess so." Krishan buried his face in her tits, and held tightly to her wide hips.

"This ring doesn't ... ugh ... mean I'm your wife, Krishushka got into a good rhythm. She could already feel her first orgasm building. "I'm ... still your mother."

"I ... know." Krishan's voice was muffled by Anushka's boobs. "It's more like ... a promise ring."

"What are you ... ah ... ah ... ah ... promising?" Anushka could feel the crest of her climax approaching.

"To keep fucking you ... Mom."

"That ... is ... a ... good ... promise." With the last word she ground her hips down on him and let out a shriek. Such pleasure hadn't existed before her son first put his monstrous thing inside her. Now she wondered how she'd ever lived without it.

About a half hour later, Krishan emptied his balls inside of Anushka. And then two more times after that. By the time they were done, Anushka was a whimpering, sweaty, cum-covered mess laying on Krishan's bed. She'd have to clean his sheets later, but no rush. He didn't sleep in his room anymore. He and Shriya were in Anushka's bed every night.

~~

"Hey, Shriya, I want you to have this." Krishan lay next to his sister in her bed in the tower room. Golden sunshine streamed through the western windows. They were basking in the afterglow, both with their heads on Shriya's pillow. Krishan held out his hand, admiring the way Shriya's chest still heaved, her boobs hanging to the sides, and her belly sticking up like some hill to conquer.

"What's this?" Shriya took the ring from Krishan's hand. She held it up above her sweaty face and examined the black stone setting. "I'm not going to marry you, dufus."

They laughed together at that.

"It's just a gift. Put it on." Krishan watched her slip it onto her right hand. He didn't mind if she didn't want people thinking she was someone's wife.

"It feels warm." Shriya held her right hand up and admired the soft, pulsing red. "I like it. Thanks, Krish"

"Sure thing." He put his hand on her right breast and squeezed. "Want to go again?"

Shriya nodded enthusiastically.

~~

"But we don't wear wedding rings in my culture?" Ileana was on her knees between Krishan's legs when he presented her with her ring.

"We're not exactly getting married." Krishan watched her bite her bottom lip and slip the ring onto her left hand. He didn't mention that she hadn't been wearing her hijab much anymore either.

"Oh, it feels ... nice." Ileana had to tilt her head to the side to look around Krishan's massive penis up to his blue eyes. "Thank you, Krishan."

"You're welcome." Krishan offered a sweet smile. Somewhere in the house, Krishan heard a baby cry. Listening to the noise, he realized it had been a long time since he'd heard the mysterious clock ticking. "Is that Yasmiin? Do you have to go?"

"It's okay. Hansika is watching her." Ileana smiled at the miracle of this goofy teenager and how he'd changed her. "I want to make you happy. What can I do?"

"In that case, climb on." Krishan gave her his hand and pulled her onto his lap.

~~

"Oh, it's beautiful, Krish," Hansika gushed as she held her new ring up to the light. She tossed Karun ring toward the trashcan, but missed and it clanked into a corner. "Does this mean ...?" She smiled her thousand-watt smile at him.

"I'm only eighteen. Too young to get married." Krishan wondered at the situation. Hansika was naked, bouncing up and down for joy next to him, her boobs shaking, and Krishan was turning her down. Before Mansion, he never would have believed he'd witness any part of that.

"You don't want to be my husband?" Hansika stopped bouncing and frowned at him. "I thought ..."

"I want you to ... um ..." Krishan hadn't thought she would take this so badly. "I want you to be my secret wife. Okay?"

Hansika's smile returned. "I understand. The world isn't quite ready for Krishan and his wives." She hopped onto Krishan's bed and got on all fours. She brushed her hair aside and looked back at him over his shoulder. "Well, what are you waiting for? It's time to secretly consummate our secret marriage." She trembled with anticipation as the mattress depressed behind her with his weight.

"Will you be a good secret wife?" Krishan got behind her, his dick hard as steel. He couldn't wipe the grin off his face as he gave her pale butt a smack.

"Oh," Hansika yelped. "I'll be your good secret wife. I'll make you so many babies. Ooohhhhhhh." Her eyes glazed over as he entered her. Her shoulders dropped and she fell to her elbows. "So ... many ... babies." She was already cumming.

~~

Krishan walked out in the garden around the side of the house on a hot summer day. The insects buzzed and the world around him was an intense green. The rosebush looked healthy and happy. Red roses bloomed all over the thing.

Whatever magic the thing had seemed to be dormant now. But Krishan didn't want to get too close. The women were all inside the house, getting ready for Anu Emmanuel's going away party. She'd be leaving for college soon. Krishan had invited all the mothers that had visited him and Shriya in the school supply room. And their families too, of course. He thought, if Nayanthara could see the party from where she was, it would make her happy.

"I guess I'm secret married now." He took a deep breath and slipped the fifth ring onto his finger. It did feel nice and warm. Like a cozy bed on a cold night. "I ..." Krishan didn't know if she could hear him. Or if maybe Day Star could. "I just wanted to say thank you."

A breeze blew past the house and a single rose fell off the bush. Krishan thought about walking over to pick it up, but remembered how the thing had swallowed.

"Okay, bye." Krishan turned and walked back toward the front door. He needed to help his women with their preparations. He really was looking forward to the party. Krishan knew he had all sorts of things to look forward to. Behind him the rosebush shook in the breeze. Next to him, the house stood as it had for over a hundred years.

THE END

 

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#Man of the House Part: 1

Cherry

"Ugh, I can't believe how much homework Ms. Ayers gave us for math," my cousin and best friend groaned. She shook her head, her braid of sandy-blonde hair dancing across her shoulders. "Doesn't she know it's the weekend, Cherry? I don't want to spend it on figuring out sine, cosine, and tangent."

I snorted, nodding my head. Sara hated math. "How long until you scream at your homework and then throw it out your bedroom window?"

"I did that once, asshole," she said, giving me a glare followed up by a light punch on my shoulder. "One time. In high school. That was ages ago."

"Or four years. Not that long ago."

She rolled her eyes. "I'll just copy off your homework."

"What makes you think I know how to do it?" I asked with a grunt.

"Because you don't want me to fail." She sidled closer to me, her arm almost brushing mine. My hand clenched. I wanted to reach out and take her hand, holding it.

But we were in public. It was one thing to be best friends with your nineteen-year-old cousin, it was another thing to hold her hand like she was your girlfriend. I couldn't help staring at the profile of her face as we walked, her nose a small, cute protrusion, her lips pursed. They were pink. Sara didn't wear much lipstick. But she really didn't need it. She had a natural beauty even when she wore loose t-shirts and comfortable jeans.. She didn't wear the tight clothing like the other girls at our college, flaunting her body, wanting all the boys to look at her.

It was why we had been best friends for as long as either of us could remember. We were both nineteen, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living next door. I don't know why our mothers, who were sisters, decided to live side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with Sara as a kid. She liked climbing trees, playing soldiers, riding bikes, and playing video games. She truly was my best friend.

And then a year ago, things changed. We were in my room hanging out on my bed, talking, doing homework around and...we kissed. It was almost accidental. She had turned to me as I leaned in to tickle her, and our lips bumped.

And we didn't pull away.

Now we were kissing cousins. We made out every chance we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were first cousins. Our mothers were sisters. It was...wrong. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the kissing, the touching, the intimacy.

I felt like she was even more of my best friend after a year of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the only one in the family who helped me deal with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of wine, my older sister was just a cunt, and my younger sister retreated even farther into her books. Aunt Shruti, Sara's mother, tried, but she just made it worse.

But Sara was someone I could talk to, share things with. Hell, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.

"So you better do your homework well," Sara said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding hands. We had a lot of little ways of showing affection around other people that didn't look weird. "Because I don't want to fail."

"So, as the man, I have to take care of you?" I arched an eyebrow. "Pretty sexist of you."

"I enjoy traditional gender roles when they benefit me," she grinned and licked her lips. It was a deliberate, slow lick.

My heart beat faster. It was her way of kissing me in public. Damn, I wish we weren't on the sidewalk of our street, our feet crunching on the first leaves of autumn fallen from Japanese maple. Why did we have to be first cousins? If she was just the girl next door, we would have fucked already. We could have been fucking for months.

Then I wouldn't be a damned virgin.

"Fine, I'll take care of your lazy ass," I said, a grin on my lips, my tone light.

"Lazy?" She arched an eyebrow then lowered her voice. "I thought my ass was hot, not lazy. You loved it in those panties I bought."

My grin spread large, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underwear for our make out sessions. We were flirting closer and closer with going all the way. With crossing that line into real incest.

"I loved it," I grinned. "Maybe if you want to copy my homework, you need to show me another pair of exciting panties."

"But you already told me you would. No take backs."

I groaned. "Fine. But...if you want me to do my best, I need incentives."

Her grin grew. Her lips were so kissable. I wondered what flavor of lip gloss she wore today. I hoped it was apricot. I liked that flavor on her lips.

We reached our houses, the shade of the giant chestnut tree in my front yard falling over us. The tree's broad, green canopy covered most of my yard and a quarter of Sara's. My house was gray with mauve trim--my mother chose the scheme and Dad painted it--and rose three stories, my room in the attic. Aunt Shruti's house was reddish-brown, only two stories, and smaller.

Dad had also painted it. Aunt Shruti didn't have a husband or even a boyfriend.

"So, you do your homework, Mister," she told me, giving me a smile. "I'll be over in an hour or so."

"Fine," I grumbled. I took her hand for a brief moment, giving her a squeeze. It was my way of kissing her in public--she would only laugh when I licked my lips slowly. It was sexy on a girl, but not on a guy apparently.

She licked her lips slowly. My dick ached in my jeans. And then my cousin broke away for her house, and I headed to mine. My mom's car was in the driveway. I groaned. She should be at work for another two hours. I hope she hadn't taken another half-day.

She would get fired if she kept doing that. Dad's death hit Mom hard. Everything was falling apart, and I was the only one that seemed to care.

I entered the house and ran almost smack into Janhvi, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and Sara were a year and a few months apart in age. Aunt Shruti had popped them out with the deadbeat asshole she used to date before he took off with another woman. been the closest thing to a father they knew.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, groaning at the piece of toast slathered in Nutella jammed in her mouth.

She mumbled something that might have been, "Eating."

"Don't you have food at your house?"

She ripped the toast from her mouth and stuck her tongue out at me. She may be nineteen, but she acted like she was five. Her black hair was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, youthful figure. She was slim and had more energy than a crackhead on speed.

"Your food is better," she beamed.

I groaned at her annoying nickname for me. "Did you clean up your mess?"

"Nope." She flashed me a grin then darted around me with swift dexterity, ducking my arm as I tried to seize her and haul her ass back to the kitchen. But she played soccer, and she knew how to dance around a defender.

" get your ass back here," I shouted as she crashed through the screen door and raced away from the house laughing. "Dammit."

"Was that Janhvi bursting out of here?" asked my older sister Nidhhi. She walked down the stairs wearing a tight pair of jean shorts and a halter top that enhanced her already impressive breasts, the mounds jiggling as she came down the stairs. I know I shouldn't stare at my sister, but when she was built like a brick house, it was hard not to. Brassy hair fell about her sultry face, her lips dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.

Nidhhi had the biggest tits in the family. I know I loved Sara, but, damn, my sister had a body that would not quit. She had just turned twenty and loved to flaunt her stuff. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her exposed midriff.

"How was college, squirt?" she asked, ruffling my hair. "Did Ms. Ayers give you a ton of homework?"

I scowled as I patted my dark hair back into place. I hated when she ruffled it. And when she called me squirt. We were a year-and-a-half a part in age but I was only a grade behind her--a junior That didn't matter. She treated me like I was a fucking kid. "Yeah."

"Knew it. Always loves to give a ton of homework on the weekends. Had her last year. The worse."

I followed her into the kitchen and groaned at the disaster Janhvi left behind. How did she create such a mess making a piece of toast? "You see this shit?"

"Yep," Nidhhi said, opening the fridge and bending over. Those jean shorts molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I didn't see any panty line. I flushed, my dick hardening Why couldn't Sara dress like that some of the time. Nidhhi's hips swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over more, and I could see a prominent cameltoe, the jean shorts hugging her pussy. Damn. "Ugh, Mom hasn't gone grocery shopping yet. No OJ."

I wrenched my gaze away before she caught me staring, my dick so damned hard, and grabbed the still-open jar of Nutella. I screwed on the lid. Hard. "She said she would tomorrow."

"Right," my sister said with sarcasm, settling on a pitcher of grape juice. She poured a glass and leaned against the counter watching me clean up Janhvi's mess.

"You want to help?" I asked as I sealed the loaf of bread with the plastic thingie and put it into the cupboard.

"Not really, squirt."

I grit my teeth. Everything was going to shit. She wouldn't sit there and watch me clean if Dad was alive. And he never would have put up with Janhvi making a mess and not cleaning it up either. He would have bent his niece over his knee and spanked her ass.

Nidhhi pulled out her iPhone with her other hand, texting while sipping at her grape juice. I grabbed a cloth and wiped the counter down. I hated messes. Things should be tidy. Orderly. Dad always said a house is a reflection of its master. A clean house meant a man who was in charge, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made sure his children did their chores.

Discipline.

And it was gone.

Mom's heels clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her business skirt and blouse, her dyed-blonde hair in a messy bun. The roots of her hair were dark-black. She didn't wear much makeup or did more with her hair than pull it back into a bun these days. She dyed her hair and kept it long because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.

"What's for dinner?" I asked Mom as she headed for the lower cabinet beside the sink. I tried not to stare at her skirt pulled tight over her ass.

My sister had inherited her brick-house body from our mother.

"Order what you want," Mom said, her voice tired. She rose, clutching a box of wine in one hand. "I'm too tired to cook tonight."

"You're too tired to cook any night," I muttered. She used to cook dinner every night save Fridays and Sundays. Dad liked home-cooked meals. So did I. Ordering pizza or subs got old fast.

Mom didn't respond as she walked past. "I'm going over to Shruti's."

As she walked out, my sister muttered, "I see she restocked on box wine."

I grunted.

"Buck up, squirt," Nidhhi said, ruffling my hair as she passed her. I scowled at her. "You get to pick dinner. Since you're the man of the house now."

I hated her mocking smile. "Shut up."

"See, already taking charge." She finished her glass of grape juice and set it down on the counter two feet from the sink.

"You going to rinse that out?"

She shrugged. "Need to get to work."

My eyebrows arched. "They let you work at Dairy Queen dressed like that?"

"They have uniforms for us to wear at the store," she said, snagging her purse. "One of us needs to get the money to pay for Mom's wine. Maybe you should man up and get a job?"

She had just gotten a job where her friend, Nabha, had started working. It shocked me that she would even get a job. She was a lazy cow. I grabbed her glass as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.

It beeped and she let out a pleased sound. "Ooh, she's here."

The front door opened a moment later. Nabha sauntered into the kitchen, with a big smile on her face and delightful dimples. She gave my sister a hug as I rinsed out Nidhhi's glass. If I didn't wash it, the glass would just stay on the damned counter all night. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would spank Nidhhi no matter what her age was for doing that.

"And there's the stud," Nabha said, sauntering over to me. She wore a tight, short skirt and thigh-high, heeled boots. I smelled her perfume as she leaned against the counter. "How you doing?"

I frowned at her. "Same as when we shared World History today."

It was Aunt Shruti's class. She taught history at our college. Not that her being my aunt caused her to cut me any slack. I had taken classes taught by her before, and she made sure I didn't half-ass my homework, not wanting to show any nepotism. The irony of that sucked.

"Your hair's ruffled," Nabha said, leaning against me, her breasts straining the belly shirt she wore. I could see the outline of her nipples.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

Damn, why did I have to be surrounded by women I couldn't do anything with? Sexy women. Nidhhi would kill me if I made a move on her best friend. And Nabha knew it.

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with mused hair," she purred, her voice growing husky. "Makes them look..dangerous."

I took a deep breath. "Cool." She was just fucking with me. Right? The way she spoke, the way her eyes burned as she leaned into me, the scent of her perfume.

Sara should wear perfume.

"We need to go,Dandi," Nidhhi said. Don't ask me why my sister calls her friend Dandi. Or why Nabha called my sister Yunie.

"Right, Yunie," laughed Nabha, pushing away from the counter. "Got to go make those mad bills."

She hooked my sister's arm and the pair strode out. "Later, squirt," called my sister.

I almost threw her glass to the floor. I hated when she called me squirt. "I'm not a fucking little boy, bitch."

She laughed. The front door closed.

I put her glass into the dishwasher. It was full, so I added soap and started the load. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood runners. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the house for Mom when I was ten or so. "Let the women decide on the decorating," Dad told me. "Then do it for them. Show them you're handy, skilled. Women like knowing their men are handy. Keep them happy, and they'll please you, son."

Fuck, I missed him. I hadn't even been in his shed in the backyard where he had his carpenter tools since he died. Too fucking painful.

I reached the second floor hallway and crossed it to the attic stairs. My little sister's door opened, and she strode out, her face staring intently at her Kindle. She was the only member of the family without a smartphone or a tablet. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her glasses absently up her cute nose and then gasped when she saw me.

"Cherry," she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her chest. At eighteen, she was small and skinny, her light-brown hair in girlish pigtails. She just started as a freshman at my college. "You scared me."

"Don't walk around with your nose in a the kindle then, Ananya," I retorted.

She shrugged, turned, and walked to the bathroom, her eyes locked on her book. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad's death. She spent all her time in her room, even eating in there these days. What few friends she did have seemed to have fallen away.

Damn, maybe I should talk to her or something?

I groaned and headed up the stairs to the attic. My bedroom took up half of it, the other was storage filled with cardboard boxes full of decorations, old clothes, and the usual junk any family accumulates over the years. My door was the one on the left at the top of the stairs. I thrust it open and dropped my backpack when I walked in.

My room was neat, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping attic ceiling. I had only the one window, a dormer thrusting through the roof. I could stand up to my full height in it. The walls were painted blue--a project I did with Dad a decade or more ago. I flopped onto my bed, my eyes suddenly heavy.

I should start on the homework. Sara would be here soon, but it had been a long week, a long month.

A long series of months.

I closed my eyes, breathing slow, and didn't fight the nap pulling me down into sleep.

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Sara

I pulled on the tight tank top, shivering at how it molded to my breasts. My nipples were hard. It was so obvious I wasn't wearing a bra. That made me both nervous and excited to go over to my cousin's. No bra. Maybe...I would show my tits to him. And he could touch them directly. Not through my shirt or bra.

Direct contact.

That sent an excited warmth through my pussy as my hips shook. I was scared of taking this step. There was only one place our relationship was heading--sex.

I so wanted to have sex with Cherry. To make love to him. To have him as my first man. Our relationship was forbidden, doomed. We were first cousins. I was practically his sister. We could never be together openly. It was even illegal. But...damn if he wasn't such a sexy, young man, growing strong just like Uncle Chandu had been. Dark hair, broad shoulders, muscular figure, and that strong jawline...

I wiggled my hips, wishing I owned a pair of tighter jeans to show off my curves. I know he liked tight jeans. He couldn't help but look at Nidhhi whenever she pranced around in her tight jeans or shorts, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Cherry whenever I caught him looking at his older sister.

Damn, why did my best friend have to be my cousin? Then we could date. We could make love. We could hold hands and kiss and hug and not care who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip gloss and applied it. I smacked my lips, tasting the flavor--it wasn't my favorite, but Cherry loved it--and capped it. I took another breath, my stomach twisting. I was showered, freshened up, and sexy. I couldn't date Cherry, but I could hang out with him. Be with him.

I wanted this to last for as long as it could.

I stepped out of my room and passed my younger sister's door. It was half-opened, revealing the chaos that was Janhvi's room, her bed unmade, clothes lying strewn across the floor, a frilly pair of panties dangling from the edge of her desk. No music blared, so she wasn't at home. It was Friday, which meant a date night for most girls, but probably not for Janhvi. I bet she was at the park running. She liked that.

Girl had too much energy.

Voices came from the kitchen. My mom and Aunt Shriya sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a glass of white wine in my aunt's hand. A box of cheap wine set beside her. She took a long sip as my mom stroked my aunt's arm.

"Hey, Aunt Shriya," I said, streaming through the kitchen.

My mom glanced up and her eyebrows lifted. I blushed, feeling so self-conscious of the tight top I wore. "That's new, honey."

"Yeah," I shrugged. "Picked it up last weekend."

"You heading somewhere? A date?"

"Mom," I said, rolling my eyes. "Just heading next door. Cherry and I have schoolwork to work on."

"Oh, that's nice," Aunt Shriya said, her cheeks red. She lowered her drink and pressed down on the spigot on the side of the wine box. Liquid splashed as she topped off her glass. "How long are you staying?"

"Probably late," I shrugged. "We'll eat dinner, watch some bad movies or something. I might even just crash there."

"Oh, that's cruel. Making your cousin sleep on the floor when you could just walk next door," Mom said.

"Oh, Cherry wouldn't mind," Aunt Shriya said. "He's a gentleman like his father." She took a long drink of her wine. "Just like him..."

I squirmed. It would be so easy for Cherry and I to take that final step in our relationship, to cross the line from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the family would bat an eye if I was up in his room all night. We had spent our entire lives running around together. I had slept in his room, and he had slept in mine, so many times. I pushed away that thought, my cheeks burning, and asked them, "Well, um, what are you two going to do tonight?"

I needed to get the conversation away from me sleeping over with Cherry just in case someone became suspicious of my tight top and no bra.

Mom glanced at the wine glass in Aunt Shriya's hand. "Oh, soak in the last rays of sunshine by the pool, I think. Probably talk."

They talked a lot lately. Aunt Shriya was drinking too much wine. Sometimes she ended up sleeping over, passing out in Mom's bedroom. Maybe we should have an intervention or something for Aunt Shriya?

"Well, later," I said, squirming. It was too intense in here. I headed next door. I hoped Cherry liked my tank top.

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