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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.

~~

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.

~~

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."

~~

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

 

[hotaks]

#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.

* * *

 

[hotaks]

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.

* * *

 

[hotaks]

Cherry

"Son, I'm disappointed in you," my father said.

It wasn't how I expected my dream to start. "Sorry, Dad," I shrugged, not sure how I knew I was dreaming. It just...felt like a dream.

We were in the kitchen. It was a mess, like Hurricane Janhvi had done her worse. "Things are slipping through the cracks, Son. Your mother and sisters are not doing their part. What did I tell you about a clean house?"

"Discipline, Dad," I said. I was aware I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up? Why not a hot girl? Or Sara? Or Nidhhi?

Or Mom?

"If you want to get laid, your cousin is more than willing," Dad continued.

"What?"

"Sara. Girl's had a crush on you since you were kids. Everyone knows it. And about your crush on her."

"Everyone?" My cheeks burned.

"So why haven't you made your move? She's ripe."

"She's my first cousin, Dad," I said.

"And? You're a man. She's a woman. You want each other. So take her, son. Women love it. Be strong, be dominant. Give her pleasure." He paused, staring at me. "I know you're a virgin, but you've watched enough porn."

"God," I groaned. This was embarrassing, and I knew it wasn't real. "Come on, Dad."

"Now porn isn't realistic, but you've learned some stuff from it. Women love it when you go down on them. You make a woman cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she'll eat out of your hand. She'll want to please you back. She'll suck your cock, swallow your cum, even let you fuck her asshole. Be strong, confident, and in charge. Discipline, Son. You need to keep a strong discipline with your women."

"Fuck, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your mother and your sisters. Never let any of them disrespect me. I never let the house fall to shit. You all understood your chores and you did them. If you didn't..."

"You'd spank us," I muttered. "Are you wanting me to spank my sisters?"

"And your cousins. I kept your aunt's house in line, too. Discipline your cousins for her. It's the man's job."

"Dad, you can't say things like that. Women aren't property."

"Never said they were. But they like a strong man. The respond to it. Show strength, and the women will want to please you, your mother included."

"Great, now you're saying I should seduce Mom. Fuck, I have a horny subconscious"

"Your mother could use a hard fucking." Dad gave me a serious look. "You've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was strong for her. I was there for her to lean against when things were tough. And they've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you're a man. And your sisters. And your cousins.

"Especially Sara. You love her. She loves you. Good enough reason to take her in hand and fuck her."

"So you want me to fuck all the women in my life," I said, rolling my eyes. "And I bet you want me to fuck Nabha, too."

"Another girl in need of a man to keep her in line," Dad agreed. "Glad you understand. Make me proud, Son."

The sound of my bedroom door opening banished the dream. I groaned, the sleepy daze of my nap falling away, my cock painfully hard in my jeans. I wish it had been a sex dream instead of my dad telling me to fuck all the women in my life.

Though...that would be...

"Are you sleeping instead of doing the math problems?" Sara asked.

I groaned at the sight of my cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilly thing, lacy, two spaghetti straps over her shoulders, the thin material was stretchy and clung to her torso and tits and...

"You're not wearing a bra," I gasped, my dick throbbing harder. She had two hard nipples pointing right at me.

"I'm...not," she said, moving into the room and closing the door behind her.

Dad's words in my dream spoke to me. My cousin wanted me. Why else would she wear that top with no bra? Her round breasts were molded by the fabric. She may as well be naked. Her nipples hard, her cheeks flushed. She wiggled her hips, trembling. I sat on the edge of my bed as she stared at me.

Strength... Confidence...

She licked her lips."So, you need to get to--"

Sara gasped. I cut off her words when I seized her jeans by the belt loops and pulled her close to my bed. Her breasts bounced as she came up before me, her tits right at eye level. I let go of her belt loops, my hands sliding around to grip her ass. They were firm butt-cheeks.

"Cherry," she said, trembling. I lifted my eyes to hers, loose, sandy-blonde hair falling about her face. She had showered and smelled fresh, a hint of baby powder and the coconut of her body wash perfumed her. And those lips...

"I love you, Sara," I said, pulling her down onto my lap. She straddled me, her arms going around my shoulders. Her eyes were wide.

"Cherry," she whispered. "Are we...?"

"Yes."

My hand moved up and pulled her head down. Our mouths met. Apricot adorned her lips. Sweet and tart at the same time. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she ground on my cock. I could feel her nipples against my chest, rubbing through both our tops. They were thick, fat, so hard. She sighed into the kiss, lips parting as my tongue thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was right. Maybe not about fucking the rest of my family. But Sara... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the heat of her mouth, her body. She squirmed on me, grinding her crotch onto my dick.

She felt how hard I was. She knew where this was going. She was mine.

* * *

 

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Sara

This was happening. This was happening.

That thought sang over and over through my mind as I kissed Cherry, his cheeks rough with stubble, his hands strong as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My nipples tingled as they rubbed against my tank top, pressing into his muscular chest. And his cock...

He was so hard.

My virgin pussy clenched as I ground on him. My clit throbbed. My tongue played with his as he claimed my mouth. He was so strong, so confident. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my belt loops. No hesitation. So bold.

My cousin was such a sexy stud.

And then his hands moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my tank top. I broke the kiss, not fighting him, lifting my arms over my head and baring my breasts to him as he pulled off my top. He hadn't seen me naked since we were kids. I was flat back then.

No longer.

"Damn, Sara," he groaned, staring at my firm, round breasts. His finger slid across my left tit to my dusky areola. He circled it, eyes locked on my hard nipple. "Damn, those are nice."

I shuddered on him. He liked my tits. I didn't dress like his sister Nidhhi, or even my bratty sister Janhvi, but he had still noticed me. He still desired me. His breath washed about my nipple as I trembled, exposed before him.

And then his lips latched onto my nub and sucked.

My eyes widened at the intense, tingling rush radiating from my breast. My arms tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquid heat boiling in my pussy's depths. It spread out, soaking into my panties as he sucked and loved my nub. My head tossed back as I moaned out my pleasure.

"Cherry," I groaned, shuddering on him. "Oh, wow, Cherry. That's....oh, that's nice. That's... Yes!"

His dick was so hard beneath me. So thick. Was he bigger than the average guy? I had no idea. But he felt so huge. A tiny tremble of fear shot through me as he nibbled and sucked on my nipple. This was really happening.

I didn't fight as Cherry turned me, lowering me onto my back upon his bed. I trembled, the cover warm on my naked skin, radiating the absorbed body heat from his nap. My breasts rose as my breath quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.

My hands shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his naked torso. He didn't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the floor, his chest rippling, a fine down of dark hair covering his pecs.

I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his pecs and brushed his nipples, the same dusky tone as mine, but far, far smaller. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his nipple. He grunted as my hands caressed his body.

"That feels weird," he said. "You sucking on my nipple."

"Not nice?" I pouted. "It felt nice when you sucked on mine."

"Well, yours are cuter than mine," he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his lips to my right nipple. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my hips twisting and undulating. His hands stroked my stomach, his fingers strong.

"Cherry, you are such a sexy stud," I groaned. "You know we're going all the way, right?"

"I know," he said after popping his mouth off my nipple. His dark eyes met mine. And I shuddered. He knew because he wanted me. And I couldn't deny him. Not the sexy man I loved even if this was sooo wrong.

Incest.

My jeans popped open. I gasped as he yanked them down my thighs and threw them to his bedroom floor. I was down to wearing only my black panties. They were new, bought for Cherry. A pattern of little holes made a heart in the front, my blonde pubic hairs peeking through.

"Damn, Sara," he groaned, staring at my sexy underwear, stroking the high cut legband. I had hoped he would see my ass in them, but his fingers were already pulling down the waistband.

I was hot and wet. It was time to do this.

I lifted my legs as he rolled my panties down my thighs. My toes curled as he pulled my underwear off. My thighs pressed tight, hiding my pussy. A wave of hot, embarrassed lust went through me. He was about to see all of me.

My man.

Damn, that was a sexy thought.

Cherry dangled my panties from his fingers. It looked like such a small scrap of cloth in his hands. I lowered my legs and parted them for him. His eyes locked between my thighs, staring at my virgin pussy surrounded by my blonde bush.

This was really happening.

My panties dropped from his hands. He stared in awe at my flesh. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my thighs shut. But I couldn't. Part of me wanted him to look. And as embarrassing as his gaze was, it also made me feel so womanly. I wasn't a girl any longer.

"I'm ready," I whispered, reaching for him. I brushed his crotch, feeling him. "I'm ready, Cherry."

The spell my pussy had cast on him broke. He moved, fingers fumbling, ripping open jeans, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his boxers. His cock popped out. It was my turn to stare enraptured at the sight of my first live dick. It was so different than the pictures I had seen on the internet. Real. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a tangle of dark curls, heavy balls dangling beneath. The tip was pink, smooth like a helmet, and a clear liquid beaded out. Precum as my friends called it. He was getting ready for sex.

Ready to make love to me.

"Yes, yes, take me," I moaned, my pussy clenching. "I love you, Cherry."

"Love you, Sara," he growled, hungry. His hands grasped my thighs. Shivers rushed up my body. "Love you so much. Dad was right."

"Hmm?" I asked.

But he didn't answer. He leaned his head down for my pussy. I shivered. "Cherry, I'm ready. Take me. Make love to me."

"When I'm done pleasing you," he said, and my eyes widened.

"You're....going down on me?" I had heard guys hated going down on girls. My friends complained about boyfriends who wanted to receive a blowjob or have sex but didn't want to lick their pussies.

But not Cherry.

I shuddered as he pressed his face into the folds of my virgin pussy and licked. My back arched. I let out a low moan. His tongue felt amazing as it slid through my folds. A tremor ran through my body as my cousin licked at my snatch again and again, over and over.

Every caress of his tongue sent shivers racing through my body. My juices leaked out. I had never felt so wet. He groaned, nuzzling, licking. Enjoying. His hand wrapped about my thighs, pulling my pussy tight against his lips.

"Oh, my god, Cherry," I gasped, my eyes widening. I had masturbated before. Many times. Often after we had made out.

This was amazing. Masturbation paled. His tongue was wonderful. The rough feel of his lips against my sensitive flesh sent ripples radiating through my body. I buzzed with excitement, squirming, unable to help myself.

"You taste good, Sara," he groaned. "Delicious."

"Oh, Cherry, yes," I gasped. "Good, good. I...I love this. Oh, wow."

His tongue lapped at my hymen, brushing the skin covering the entrance to my pussy. My body squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, eager to feel his cock in me as he nuzzled at my lips, licking up and--

I bucked as he found my clit. "Yes, yes, Cherry, right there."

My hands squeezed my breasts. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clit. Every touch of his tongue on my nub shot bliss through my body. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his mouth, my head swimming with the thrill of his tongue. He sucked hard on it. My pussy clenched.

The pleasure swelled.

"Cherry," I moaned low and throaty as the pleasure swelled through me. "I...I... Cherry!"

My body bucked. My pussy spasmed. I came. Cherry made me cum. My studly, handsome cousin made me cum. My head snapped back as my body bucked. My fingers sank into my firm tits as the pleasure exploded through me.

Wordless moans sang from my lips. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and ground against him. I squeezed my eyes shut. Pleasure danced across my thoughts as his lips kept sucking. My juices flooded out of me.

And he drank them down.

He loved my pussy.

"Cherry," I managed to moan. "Cherry, Cherry. Now. I'm so ready for you. Make love to me."

And he moved. He rose over me, so muscular and strong. My arms grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His cock nudged my pussy. His eyes burned as he kissed me hard. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. Sweet. I tasted sweet and delicious.

No wonder he loved devouring me.

His cock pressed on the entrance of my pussy. I held him tight as we kissed, moaning into his lips. This was really happening.

* * *

 

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Cherry

Sara's pussy was so hot against the tip of my cock. I felt her cherry pressing on the crown of my dick. She was a virgin. I was her first. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my woman. To love her and pleasure her.

And then she would please me.

Dad was right. She had cum hard when I went down on her, and now she was eager to have her cherry popped. She wanted me to make love to her. My heart beat so fast. Her nipples rubbed on my chest.

It was time. Bold. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry stretch against my thrusting dick. It held for a moment and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virgin territory. I broke the kiss with Sara, groaning her name as her tight, hot, silky, wet, amazing, stupendous flesh engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

"Cherry," she moaned. I loved hearing her say my name like that. "Oh, Cherry, yes."

Her thighs tightened about my hips. Her body undulated beneath me. I savored the feel of her. Nineteen years had brought us to this wonderful moment. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her cunt. Her flesh was hot and silky. It caressed my dick. Pleasure rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My hand would never feel the same again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My heart beat faster and faster as our bodies moved. Her hips rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. Instinct guided us. Her hands roamed my back, clutching to me as our tongues danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

"Sara," I groaned, breaking the kiss. "You're mine. My girl."

"Yes," she nodded, her pussy clenching down on my dick.

"Fuck, that's good. You're so tight."

"And you're so big." Her voice squeaked. "Oh, Cherry. Oh, wow, you're stretching me out. I...I'm glad I came. Oh, I needed to be soaked for this cock. I feel you in me so deep." A smile crossed her lips, full of awe. "I'm your girl, Cherry. Your girl."

Hearing my cousin say that made me groan. My hips thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her flesh. The tip of my cock ached. The friction was wonderful. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the more and more I wanted to cum. The more it had to explode out of me and into her. Was she on birth control?

Did I care?

No.

"I'm going to cum in you," I groaned. "You're my girl."

"Yes," she gasped, fingers clawing at my back. "Oh, yes, do it. I...I... I want this, Cherry. I want you. I wish we didn't have to hide this."

"Yes," I growled. "Oh, yes, yes, yes."

Our flesh slapped together. Her body quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her nipples into my chest. A hot flutter shivered through her pussy. It clenched down hard about my thrusting cock, increasing the friction.

And then she let out a long, low moan as her pussy convulsed. "Cherry!"

She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a stud for giving my sexy cousin another orgasm, for pleasing her the way a man should. I slammed harder, the bed creaking, rocking, headboard slamming.

I fucked her like a man fucked his woman, and she came hard.

Her fingernails bit into my back as she moaned my name again. The massaging pressure of her pussy drove me over the edge. The ache to cum propelled my hips. There was no stopping me now. I would explode in my cousin's depths.

I slammed into her, the friction of her hot flesh triggering my orgasm. "Sara!"

My balls unloaded. Blast after blast of cum shot into her. I grunted with each eruption. Her pussy milked my dick. She spasmed about my cock, drawing out every last spurt of my seed. Each one sent a powerful burst of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my mind. Stars exploded before my eyes as my vision swam.

It was wonderful to cum inside my woman. The cousin I loved. I didn't care that incest was wrong. I loved her. I fucked her. She was my woman. She held me, her pussy milking out every last drop before I collapsed on her.

Holding her.

She moaned, nuzzling at my neck as I lay atop her, my dick softening in her hole. She shivered, squirming, the juices leaking out. She hugged me tight like she never wanted to let go of me, her thighs locked about my waist.

"Oh, Cherry," she moaned. "Oh, wow, that was amazing. Love you."

"Uh-huh," I panted, breathless.

"Mmm." She held me for several minutes. I could feel her heart racing beneath her breasts, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet spot soaked into my bed. Our cum mixed together.

I liked it.

The air smelled of sex. Salty and sweet. I breathed it in as she laid her head on my chest, her blonde curls fanned across me. This was nice. My dick stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to make love to my cousin over and over.

"Cherry," she said. "What did you mean when you said your dad was right about us having sex? Did Uncle talk to you...before..."

I blinked. Did I say that out loud? "Just a dream I was having right before you walked in. My dad was berating me for not taking a strong hand with the household."

"You mean, by letting your sisters and bratty do what they want?"

"And for letting my mom drink instead of taking care of the house," I added. "Discipline. He also said that I should take you. Said we loved each other, so why not do what we wanted?"

"Good advice," she said. "Surprised you were smart enough to take it."

I snorted. "Well, he also advised me to go down on you."

"Uncle Chandu was a smart man."

"He also said I should..." I broke off. I couldn't say that.

"What?" she asked, giving me a look I knew so well.

"Nothing," I said.

"Nope, I want to know everything about this wonderful dream."

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a hard look as I stood up into the dormer window and peered out it. I could see my house's backyard and Aunt Shruthi's. I blinked. My mom and Aunt Shruthi were laying by the pool next door at Sara's house, catching the last rays of the September sun in their bikini's, breasts constrained by flimsy cloth.

Damn, they both looked good.

Naked Sara wormed before me, rubbing her body on mine. "Looking out the window and brooding is not getting you out of telling me," she said. She peered out. "Nor is ogling our mothers."

Her ass rubbed on my half-hard cock as she leaned forward. I swelled, going fully erect. "He told me... I should...fuck other women, too."

"Other women?" Sara threw a look over her shoulder. "What? Cheat on me? Or have a threesome?"

I blinked, staring at her. There was something in her eyes, a catch in her voice. "You would have a threesome with me?"

"Maybe," she said, rubbing her ass into my cock. "I...think I would do..."

"Anything?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her. My hands slid up her stomach, cupping her tits as I pressed her face close to the window. My hardening dick popped between her thighs, rubbing at her messy cunt. "You would do anything I wanted, wouldn't you?"

"Maybe," she groaned again, squirming. "We shouldn't do this here. They could see us."

That made me dick ache more. "You know who my dad said I should fuck the hardest?"

She shook her head as my hand reached down, pressing between her thighs I found my cock. I moved it, guiding it to her pussy. Bold. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said, "My mother."

"What?" she gasped. "Your dad said that in your dream?"

"Uh-huh,? I groaned, watching as my mom reached out and took Aunt Shruthi's hand as they lounged on the chaises. "Said she needed to be fucked hard. That she needed a strong man to take care of her. Every woman in our family needs it. Discipline."

"Damn," groaned Sara, her pussy clenching on my dick. "You sure that's not what you want? I mean, it's not like your dad was really telling you this."

"Maybe," I groaned, hugging her. "My mom is beautiful."

"She is," Sara groaned, her hips shaking. "I can't believe I'm even entertaining this conversation You're talking about fucking my aunt, your mom, while your dick is in me."

"Hot, right?"

She nodded her head and then gasped.

I stared down at our mother's leaning their heads together over the side of the lounge chairs and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my cousin's snatch as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sister. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss.

"Holy shit," I grunted.

To be continued...

 

[hotaks]

Maharani - Final Part

# Chanakya

Deepika expanded her territory by seeking out the larger kingdoms around her. She annexed Gwalior, then later Ajmer. She had perfected the technique of firmly squeezing kingdoms into submission. It was much cleaner than a full scale bloody assault and allowed easier assimilation of the conquered people. It involved 'retiring' the king of Gwalior; but sadly the king of Ajmer had to be beheaded. However, it proved to be a popular move because he had been a tyrant.

Deepika stayed away from the Punjab. She was not yet ready for Mahmud of Ghazni.

To the south lay a few kingdoms that stretched to the Vindhya Mountains. And beyond the mountains, rumors of great kingdoms. Of immediate interest to her were the kingdoms that lay to the east; in the lush plains fed by the great rivers -- Ganga and Jamuna. She set about annexing them, one by one.

It was during this period of expansion that a wandering Brahmin demanded an audience with her. It was not at all unusual for ordinary citizens to meet the queen and air their grievances. In fact she welcomed it and set aside certain days entirely for this.

But they had to state the purpose of their visit so that officials could gather relevant information beforehand to help the queen prepare for the appointment. She **censored** attention to detail and really took these meetings seriously. This fellow however refused; except to state that he was here to help the queen and would speak to her alone and not to underlings. And so, of course, the officials denied him access to the queen.

Apart from his arrogance it did not seem he had much else to offer. He was dressed in a spotless white dhoti, his bare torso adorned by a slender loop of white cotton thread that hung from his left shoulder. All his worldly possessions were gathered in a small bundle of cloth that hung from his other shoulder.

He left in a huff and settled down in front of the palace gates and waited. An ascetic could wait for ever because his wants are few. In the case of this Brahmin those wants were met by ordinary folk passing by who revered the advice and blessings of an ascetic Brahmin. They left behind food and other items essential for daily living.

Days went by before the queen became aware of his existence. Then, curiosity drove her into granting him an audience. He stood before her with an expressionless face and waited. No obeisance, no greeting, just a silent gaze.

Finally the queen said, "What did you want to see me about?"

"To see if you are ready to become a Maharani or remain a mere Rani."

There was a rumble among the courtiers at the sheer arrogance of the man and one even rose to strike him only to be stopped by a gesture from the queen. Her interest was piqued. Maybe he had something to back up his ludicrous claim or maybe he was just a conceited fool. Let's find out, she thought.

"Well," said the queen, "we now know why you are here; let's start with who you are?"

"My name is Chanakya and I am a Brahmin from Kashmir."

"Chanakya? Wasn't that the name of Chandragupta Maurya's prime minister?"

"Yes I adopted his name after it became clear to me that his mission in life was the same as mine."

"And what is this mission?" asked the queen.

"To prevent foreigners from invading Hindustan. The original Chanakya wanted to stop the Greeks from ever coming back and I want to thwart Mahmud of Ghazni. I was a student at the University of Takshashila when Mahmud last visited Hindustan. My studies were rudely interrupted and I swore then that I would find a way to end future invasions."

"And have you found a way?" asked Deepika.

"Yes I have," and he paused for effect, "The way is to establish a strong empire, then a dynasty that stretches for hundreds of years. I know it will not last forever but that is not my purpose. My purpose, first and foremost, is to stop Mahmud. Like the original Chanakya made Chandragupta a Maharaja and established the Mauryan Empire, I will make you into a Maharani and you can establish your own empire. That is if I find you worthy."

At this the court exploded and the queen had everyone removed, except the haughty Brahmin.

"Tell me," said the queen, when they were alone, "Why should I take you seriously? What do you possess, apart from rudeness and conceit, which will convince me that you can achieve your goal?"

"I possess knowledge, and the intelligence to put that knowledge to practical use," said he loftily, "I have read and re-read the Arthashashtra, or 'the science of material gain' written by the original Chanakya, many times; I now know it word for word. I have diligently sought teachers who not only taught me the ancient texts or shastras but explained the truth behind them. I have learnt that it is not by acts of supernatural beings that great things are achieved, but by the assiduous application of the ideas that one believes come from those supernatural beings and are contained in these so called holy texts or 'shastras'."

"And what you perceive as arrogance," continued Chanakya, "is absolute belief in me, in my knowledge and in my intelligence to interpret and implement my knowledge. I am absolutely sure of my mission and absolutely sure that I can accomplish it if I meet the right person."

"And how do I convince you that I am the right person?" asked the queen with a twinkle in her eye because she was beginning to like this fellow.

"By answering a few questions," said Chanakya.

"Go on," said the queen and waited. She dramatically placed a hand under her chin and feigned an expectant look on her face. She was ready to mentally joust with this vain Brahmin.

"What is the difference between telling the truth and lying?"

"None," she said promptly, "it is the end that defines the means."

Not so original. She had got that from the teachings of Lord Krishna in the Gita.

"What is the meaning of power?"

"It is one of the means by which you achieve your goals. In order to wield it effectively one must be able to depersonalize it. Power is visible when used. Mainly it is the threat of its use that makes it a useful tool. And I emphasize tool, because that is all it is - a tool to express yourself and impose your will. We all have cruelty within us, and what separates us, is the amount inherent within us and the degree to which we let it express itself. As a ruler it can make me a tyrant if I use it overwhelmingly. But make no mistake, I will have to use it and it will make me a tyrant to some."

Whew! That was a long winded answer, she thought. Where had all that come from?

"What is the difference between good and evil?"

"None," again promptly, for she had thought about this herself and worked out an answer some time ago, "It is a matter of interpretation. Killing one person can be evil and killing a thousand can be good. It depends on your **censored** point of view, and the belief of people at large at a particular time and the so called laws that people invent invoking divine beings."

"Do you believe in God?"

"Yes."

"So if priests told you not to do something because God did not want you to, what would you do?"

"It is their interpretation of God's will and if my interpretation is different I will do as I please."

"What about the wrath of God that the priests say would surely follow if you do not do as they say?"

"I did not immolate myself on my husband's pyre. That I was told was evil and God would punish me. I am still here, aren't I; and flourishing."

He stood with his arms crossed across his chest and nodded, "You are intelligent and capable of independent thinking. You are educated and able to look at issues dispassionately. I feel, instinctively, that you have compassion. You have the attributes that a great ruler should have."

"All this," exclaimed the queen theatrically, "because I answered a few lousy questions?!"

There appeared the hint of a smile on his stern face.

Then he bowed his head and brought his hands together in salutation, "Please allow me to be your tutor so that I can achieve my goal and bring meaning to my life."

This sudden switch from conceit to humility took her by surprise. Now what is he up to? She thought. But his eyes were transparent with honesty.

"All right," she said, "let's see what you can do. But for now you support yourself and live outside the palace."

The next day there was a great hullabaloo that disturbed the queen's morning yoga work out. It seemed Chanakya had decided it was time to tutor the queen and had attempted to walk past the guards into the palace. On being physically restrained he had started cursing the guards in ancient Sanskrit. This scared the daylights out of the guards because the curse of a Brahmin and that too an ascetic was surely going to lead to terrible things and they went scurrying for their captain. The on call captain that day was none other than Goray Lal himself. He of course could not give a toss for the caste system and curses of Brahmins ascetic or hedonistic.

He simply picked up the cursing Chanakya and held him up at arm's length and quietly told him to stop cursing. This so scared the daylights out of Chanakya that he began screaming as loud as he could in terror.

The queen was vexed and brought an end to this nonsense by ordering Goray Lal to unhand the screaming Chanakya. She then called her Palace guard together and told them to recognize Chanakya and allow him ingress at all times.

And so it was that in the months that followed, Chanakya became a fixture at the queen's side. He was always on hand to guide and advise her, to help pass laws, and in private one on one sessions to tutor her in the art of governing. To have access to the queen at all times he was allowed into the palace itself and given private chambers.

One day, one of these tutoring sessions was free ranging but centered on taxation.

This session was fractious because Chanakya was irritated as the queen did not appear to be getting what he was teaching her. Matters came to head when she asked, "How can I provide good government without raising taxes?"

This got him ranting, "Are you not listening to what I am saying? Do you want to be a major ruler and the founder of a dynasty or just another small potentate? Tell me, do you want to learn? If not, say so and stop wasting my time."

"Oof," she said in frustration, "you have no control over your temper. For an otherwise brilliant person you have the emotional stability of a two year old."

Completely ignoring her jibe, he said edgily, "I am waiting for your answer."

Exasperated, but wanting to hear him out she said, "Yes, yes, I am listening, tell me."

Having vented his anger he carried on in a more conciliatory tone, "The answer is in local government. You let the people decide what they want at a small local level. Let local officials be selected by the people; let those selected be answerable to the people of that locality. You stay out of it. You appoint overseers for a large region. Be careful who you appoint and make sure they stay out of local politics. As your kingdom grows, this will become more crucial."

"Never let these overseers get too powerful. And always remember to keep the smallest unit of your government at a local level where people can feel that they are empowered to control their own destiny. Keep the bulk of your taxes local and make sure people see the money being spent locally."

He concluded, reflectively, "There are lots of ways to raise your revenue to provide good government. Taxation is just one."

"Now enough of that, my queen," he said abruptly, bottom shuffling to where she sat on soft cushions, "Time for some pleasure."

In a flash, he lifted her half sari and petticoat out of the way, parted her thighs and buried his face in her crotch.

She was completely taken aback by this sudden assault. Nothing in their relationship so far had been even remotely sexual.

Before she could move away, or even protest, his tongue was busy on her labial folds and the sensation was mind blowing. His lingual ministrations were just perfect. Each slurp had the right amount of pressure to excite the labial nerve endings relentlessly and the timing was just right. Each excursion would stop just as she felt the stimulation reaching a climax and the next would start just as the memory of the last was fading. It got to her. It awakened her lust that was always simmering under her queenly façade. She just lay back and forgot about who was doing this to her and decided to enjoy the sensation and work out the complexities later.

He moved to her clitoris, teasing it out of its hood. Then he parted her thighs and smoothly entered her vagina with his tongue, slowly working it further and further in.

She noticed that there was a rhythm to his tongue fucking which reminded her of the ebb and flow of a musical raga. Completely different from Goray Lal's all out assault - this was cultured and done so expertly that she was already feeling the start of an orgasm.

Precisely at that moment, he moved his face away and looking directly into her eyes, said, "Completely different from Goray Lal, eh?"

This was so shocking and unexpected that she gasped and looked at him in alarm, flapping her parted thighs in an effort to get away, "What, what?"

"Relax, my queen," he said, soothingly, "your secret is safe with me," as he held her firmly by the knees, preventing her from jerking away.

"You were very good; very careful. I came to know of it only because I made it my business to know everything about you. And then I discovered it purely by chance. There was no pattern to your meetings with him, no public display of affection; if anything you seem to be very strict and businesslike with him. I applaud you on your discretion."

She looked at him, mouth open, still in shock. Then she gathered herself, "Alright, so you know. What are you going to do with that knowledge?" Already in her mind she was running through various scenarios to stop this guy blackmailing her.

He held one of her feet gently in both his hands and began kissing her toes! He looked up at her, "My queen, I am your servant, your slave. You give my life meaning. I cannot ever do you any harm."

She was aghast. What had happened to this fellow? Complete turnaround from his usual haughty self. She looked at him to get a clue.

She could have sworn the expression on his face was the spitting image of that on Goray Lal's face in his goddess worshipping mode! Alright; this she understood. Men for some reason were prone to going ga ga over her. It did not diminish them in her eyes or give her a power high. It just made her feel secure. It assured her that they would sacrifice themselves for her rather than hurt or harm her in any way. After all, security or rather the search for it was the driving force that propelled her. It was at the core of her empire building ambition.

But who would have thought that this self assured Brahmin's core was mushier than overcooked rice! For all his haughtiness, his rudeness, his egoistical ranting, he was but a love sick boy! Or was he? Oh well, she thought, let's see where this leads, feeling more relaxed than she had ever felt in Chanakya's company.

He had resumed his licking of her genitals. Using only his tongue, gently and rhythmically, he was gradually bringing her to a boiling point. His left hand found her left breast. She removed her blouse to give him better access and began squeezing her right breast with both her hands even as he alternated between pinching her left nipple and pressing her other breast. She moaned loudly and grasping his head with both her hands, began humping her hips at his face.

Every now and then he would move off to survey in wonderment what lay revealed in front of him. Perfectly toned thighs led to a hairy bush that barely concealed soft, pink lips now glistening with the fluids of her arousal. A firm belly and curvy waist led to divine breasts with pink nipples erect with excitement, and then that face that made strong men weak in the knees and weak men drool. Her mouth was open, her breathing deep and even, and her eyes closed as her brain savored the incredible sensations. The lack of stimulation made her open her eyes in inquiry and annoyance to find Chanakya looking at her in wonder. He promptly resumed the oral onslaught on her labia, vagina and clitoris and manual assault on her breasts till she gave in once again to the wonderful sensation and closed her eyes to savor it fully.

He worked his magic and this time he did not stop till she hit the take off point and tumbled into a full fledged orgasm. With a gasp she came. A staccato burst of low moans heralded her orgasm and she flooded his chin with her come. For what seemed an eternity she rode the rainbow and then gradually descended to ground zero.

It was one of the deepest and most satisfying climaxes of her sexual life. It took a while for her to get her breath and her senses under control. She was still weak in the knees, so she remained supine.

When she opened her eyes, he was still in the same position, between her legs, gazing at her with what she could have sworn was puppy like devotion.

"Did you enjoy it, my queen?" Why do they always ask this stupid question? But her vexation was quickly replaced by the joyful memory of her orgasm and she smiled dreamily.

"How did you do it? That was mind blowing." It was not as if she was sex starved and so ready to be triggered into a glorious orgasm. Just a couple of nights before, Goray Lal had expended himself in her many a time. In her mouth, cunt and at least twice in her ass. He just loved her ass!

"Tantra," he said, and was at once back to his lofty lecturing manner, "I have read all that has ever been written about it. In my travels I have met with people who actively practice it. The sexual aspects of Tantra were taught to me by a Devdasi considered to be the foremost exponent of Tantric sex. You can be taught quite easily. With your knowledge and practice of Yoga you are halfway there already."

And then he lost his patronizing tone and stood before her in awkward silence. Her blinding naked beauty was too much even for this worldly wise tantric Brahmin. He reverted to a pre pubescent lusty boy. He took off his dhoti and stood with hands behind his back and a very erect penis sticking out in front, expecting he knew not what.

She looked at him and smiled inwardly. The sight of an erect cock always got her going. She shuffled over and engulfed the tip of his rod with wet lips and began running her tongue along the underside of his penis.

It was his turn to gasp. He looked down and saw this vision from heaven sucking on his cock and almost passed out. For all his self assuredness he had never really thought he could have got to this point. True, he had been attracted to this kingdom because he thought he could use it to stop Mahmud. But a secondary hidden agenda had been the rumors of the beauty of its queen. Yes, this Brahmin was a lusty fellow. He had fucked his way around Hindustan, impregnating supposedly barren women who spent the night praying in a temple for a child and were then just as happy when a Brahmin assured them that God had heard their supplication and sent him to give them a child. These women could be very demonstrative of their gratefulness!

Being an ascetic had its advantages. In many a temple when he assumed the Shiva position to meditate, it attracted women like flies to a sweet shop. Not all women, just the right ones -- the lusty. They would wash his cock and balls reverently as if it was Linga and then collect the soiled water and drink it! Some would sit by his side for hours and meditate with him. These he would take to a secluded part of the temple and fuck the life out of. He had even fucked three together at one time! And they would return home and be looked upon as true devotees for had they not spent hours in the temple?!

But even a sexually accomplished ascetic has his weaknesses. And for Chanakya it was this ethereal beauty sucking on his cock. He had desperately wanted to fuck her. He just did not know how to approach her. He knew he could not charm her. He did not have the physical attributes to do so and his honey tongue which had talked its way into many a cunt had felt as heavy as lead and stuck to the roof of his mouth when he tried to lead their ongoing conversation down seduction lane. Yes, this proud Brahmin, so proud of his intellect was hopelessly in love and completely beaten.

In his desperation he had attacked her and gambled that his tongue which had let him down would some how redeem itself and win her over. It had worked! He was still stunned by the fact that it had but there was no denying it. It had worked!

And now his moment had arrived. Gently, he moved her head off his cock and laid her on her back. He moved between her legs and taking his cock in his hand fed it to her cunt. Softly it parted the honey lips and was smoothly engulfed by her wet and clutching channel. He held himself on his hands as he thrust in and out of heaven not daring to rest his body on hers.

Certainly not as big as the only other cock that had she had experienced for quite some time now, nevertheless each movement in and out of Chanakya's penis had her very aroused. She reached up and brought him down on her. Her lips found his and her tongue entwined with his. That was it for this ascetic tantric Brahmin. He erupted in her cunt like a volcano and filled her with tons of pent up come.

And that was the start of glorious days of fucking for the queen. Goray Lal came to know of Chanakya fucking her (because she told him) but it bothered him not a bit. All he wanted was to fuck his queen. And that he did! To have her on her haunches, defenseless, in front of him as he assaulted her anus was heaven for him. And that he got. So, he was happy. Chanakya cared not a toss as long as he could fuck this Apsara now and then. He was in awe and madly in love with her and felt really grateful whenever she indicated that she was ready to be mounted by him. She loved his oral skills and he obliged her to the full!