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Janhvi

As Aunt Shriya made lunch for everyone but me--I had eaten before my spanking--I cleaned up my mess. Cherry watched me, arms folded in the bathrobe he wore. We all wore terry-cloth bathrobes, our hair still wet from the hot shower. I came twice just masturbating and watching the fun.

As I worked, I loved Cherry's strong eyes watching me, making sure I cleaned up my mess. There was a part of me that wanted to be a brat. To say fuck it and find out how he would punish me the next time I acted out. But my ass was so sore.

Maybe I should wait a few days before I was a brat again.

I would call him Lint and be a defiant, little shit. I would mess up the entire house, and then he would have to spank me so hard. He would beat me, hurt me, and make me cum and cum and cum, reminding me that I was his. He owned me.

I grew so wet just thinking about it.

I hoped he would film it, too. Show it off to all my friends at school. They all deserved to know just what a disobedient slut I was. How unruly I was. And how my big brother disciplined me. Everyone would tease me.

There's the pee-slut, Carmelita would hiss. Your mouth was made to drink piss, you little skank. I should take you into the bathroom and make you drink mine. But you would like it. God, I can't believe I was your friend. You're so fucking disgusting.

I needed to masturbate right away.

"Lunch is ready," Aunt Shriya pronounced, holding four plates, two balanced on her inner arms. Three had a single sandwich--turkey, lettuce, tomato, with pickles and chips on the side--and the fourth had two. Each sandwich somehow looked perfect, the way Martha Stewart might do it.

And she hadn't even made a mess.

I licked my lips. I was a little hungry. I was an active girl. I liked to run--I was on my college's track and field team. And then there was all the cumming I did. From being spanked, from being pissed on, from being fucked in the ass while being pissed on, and from masturbating.

Cherry glanced at me as he sat down, a grin spreading across his lips. "If you're hungry, slut, crawl beneath the table and suck my cock. I got a load of protein you can swallow."

Damn, damn, damn, why was he the sexiest man in the world?

I scampered to obey. I fell down on my hands and knees and crawled beneath the table. My tits swayed beneath the robe, juices trickling down my thighs. I passed beneath the long, blue tablecloth. It was dark beneath. Cherry was at the head of the table, opposite from where I crawled under, Ananya on his left, Sara on his right. Aunt Shriya sat beside Sara, her long legs brushing me as I crawled past. I skirted around the central column holding up the table, lifting my arms and knees over the support legs jutting out radially from it.

And then I was before Cherry. I pushed his robe off his thighs, exposing his muscular legs. His cock was half-hard. I leaned my head forward. I had never sucked a dick before, but I was so wet to do it. And I was hoping his would fill my mouth with so much thick cream.

And then I would have to swallow it like a filthy whore.

Shame burned in my thoughts as my tongue licked up his thigh. He tasted of soap. I moved closer, nuzzling at his balls. A hint of salt covered his hairy nutsack. I licked at them, my pussy clenching. This was so humiliating, alone beneath the table while the rest of the family talked and ate. I was the cum-slut. The slave to please Cherry.

I was like the family's dog, getting scraps instead of the full meal.

With a hungry moan, I engulfed the tip of Cherry's thick dick. I had to open my mouth so wide to take his cock. I groaned as I sucked, tasting the salt of precum. It was as good as the cum I had eaten straight from my pussy, but fresher, not adorned with my tangy cunt.

And that made it better.

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Cherry

Janhvi's sweet mouth wrapped about my cock. I groaned in mid bite, loving the submissive heat wrapped about my shaft's crown. The slut sucked with a hungry intensity. I knew I wouldn't cum any time soon. My dick was actually sore, but it was a good pain, reminding me of all the sex I had today.

"So what's next, Sir?" Mom asked me as she daintily nibbled on a pickle.

"Homework," I grunted. "All of us, you included, Janhvi."

She sucked harder, bobbing her mouth.

"No one's grades are slipping just because you're all enjoying my dick." I grinned at Sara. "Especially the perv."

She smiled back at me. "Someone just needs a rest. We're wearing him out."

Ananya giggled, her glasses slipping on her nose. With a practiced ease, she pushed them back up. "Big brother is a stud, but he's not superhuman."

"I don't need a rest," I scowled, and they only giggled louder.

But it wasn't mocking giggles, it was the shared mirth between people who knew each other, cared for each other. Sara's bare foot rubbed on mine beneath the table while her sister sucked and gobbled my cock, slurping loudly.

"And me, Sir?" Mom shoved the pickle into her mouth, lips pursed tight, sucking on it before she took her bite. It crunched loudly.

"You're cooking us a delicious dinner," Cherry said. "Something to give us the energy for Aunt Shruti's return. Tonight is movie night."

Janhvi groaned about my cock. Her fingers found my balls, massaging them as she swirled her tongue, easing the sore ache at the tip of my dick. Pleasure shuddered through me. Oh, yes, she was eager for her mom to see her being a filthy pee slut.

"Your aunt will enjoy that," Mom nodded. "She's a lot like Janhvi. She was even a brat until your father trained that out of her."

"Aunt Shriya," Sara said after swallowing a bit of her sandwich. "Is it normal for a submissive girl to be dominant sometimes."

"You mean like you were with Janhvi?"

Sara nodded her head.

"You're a switch." Mom picked up her sandwich, taking a bite, lettuce crunching. She chewed while Janhvi bobbed her mouth on my dick. When she swallowed, she continued, "Some people can go back and forth. Sometimes there only submissive or dominant for certain people or other times it's just the mood they're in. You'll always bottom for Cherry, but with others, you like to top. Especially while he watches."

Sara nodded her head.

"Top?" Ananya asked.

"Person who is the dominant during the scene. The bottom is the person being played with. Shruti tried to top me a few times, but she's not good at it. Didn't give me what I needed." Mom's smoky eyes fell on me. "Good thing I learned how strong my son is. Mmm, your father raised you right.

My dick throbbed in Janhvi's mouth. If I didn't have a dream of my dad kicking my ass in gear, I never would have ventured on this path. But he had been training me all my life, in little ways, teaching me how to be strong yet loving with my women, to give them what they wanted so they would give me what I needed.

"Yeah, he did," I groaned. My balls churned, Janhvi's mouth so hot.

The front door opened. A moment later, Nidhhi walked into the kitchen and blinked at the sight of us. My older sister was a busty beauty, a belly shirt clinging to her breasts, outlining the lush pair. Her shorts were tight, her cameltoe on display. My dick throbbed at the sight of her leggy beauty, her brassy hair spilling about her face. She arched an eyebrow.

"What's going on here? You all were swimming or something?"

"Or something," Sara said calmly. She took a bite of her sandwich as my twenty-year-old sister walked towards the dining room. Her hips swayed. She wore heeled, knee-high boots that clicked on the linoleum. The sound grew deeper as she entered the dining room, floored with dark hardwood.

"And Ananya's out of her cave."

My dick ached as I ogled Nidhhi. She was so sexy, so playful. I wanted to grab her right now. I sat there, my second sandwich in hand--the first already devoured--struggling to find the words to say. I had to dominate her and add her sexy body to the harem.

"You shouldn't ogle your sister, Squirt," Nidhhi said at me.

I closed my mouth. "I'll ogle who I want."

Nidhhi glanced at mom who just took a bite of her sandwich, eating calmly, not saying a word. Nidhhi frowned at Mom's lack of response to my words. Nidhhi glanced back at me, studying me, then flicked to Sara.

She smirked at Nidhhi.

"Why don't you sit down, join us for lunch," I said. "Mom can make you a sandwich. We haven't seen much of you."

"Busy working," she said. "You might like to try it, Squirt. Sara tells me you're the man of the house."

The way she said it made me feel like such a small boy. My dick throbbed in Janhvi's mouth as embarrassment flushed through me. I stared at my sister, not flinching from the smirk on her lips. I had to dominate her. But how? She was so aloof. She was so strong, not like Mom or my other sisters.

She wasn't a submissive.

"I am the man of the house now," I said. "So sit down and eat lunch with your family."

"It would be nice," Ananya said. "And you should listen to big brother."

"Big...brother?" Nidhhi stared at her askance. "What the fuck is going on? Are you all messing with me?"

Janhvi sucked harder on my dick, slurping, making me shudder. "We're just enjoying quality family time," I said, my voice throaty. My balls boiled. Nidhhi was so sexy. "So sit down."

"Well, as much fun as that sounds," she said, sarcasm dripping from her lips, "I'm just here to pick up my work clothes. Me and Nabha are heading shopping before our shift. Don't wait up for me, Squirt. I'll be home late. Since you're the man of the house and all, I know it's your business to know what I am up to."

"Nidhhi," I growled as she turned and walked away, laughing over her shoulder. If my dick wasn't in Janhvi's mouth, I would have bolted up after her. But, damn, the brat could suck cock. She was hungry for cum.

"Later, Squirt. Have fun playing with Sara."

I ground my teeth, anger flooding through me. She hadn't listened to me. She had laughed at me and called me Squirt. I hated being called Squirt. I wanted her busty, beautiful body serving me, obeying me. I needed her submission.

And I would fucking get it. She would learn I was the damned man of the house.

She moved around upstairs, her bedroom door creaking open. Janhvi kept sucking my cock, bobbing her mouth, hungry for my jizz. But I didn't want to give it to the slut any loner. I wanted it pumping into my older sister's snatch.

Nidhhi's footsteps echoed as she trooped down the hallway. Then the front door opened and closed. That bitch did not obey me. I felt Ananya, Sara, and my mom's eyes at me. They didn't say anything. Were they questioning my authority? My domination?

I couldn't have that bitch defying me. I needed everyone's submission.

And I needed to fuck her. I needed to see those huge tits of hers bouncing as I rammed my cock in and out of her cunt. I looked around the room, glancing at my women, settling on Mom, her robe half-open, her lush cleavage exposed to my gaze.

"Mom, take off that damn robe and stretch out on the table. Janhvi, stop sucking my fucking cock."

Janhvi popped her mouth off. "But I'm hungry."

"You'll get your cum out of my mom's cunt." I clenched my fist. I had to keep my anger under control. A man is always in control around his women, my dad had told me. He doesn't lash out at them out of anger. He never disciplines them out of emotion. He rules his emotions. They do not rule him.

Mom was already moving. Her robe fell off her shoulders, exposing those lush breasts. She pushed her plate aside and stretched out across the table, legs spread, her black bush on display. She squeezed her tits, her dark-red nipples so hard.

My dick ached. I had to cum so badly.

"Princess, hop on Mom's mouth and go for a ride."

Ananya's eyes widened and she let out girlish glee. Her robes slipped off as she scrambled onto the table. She plopped herself right on Mom's face without any hesitation, grinding that hot, tight, bare cunt on our mother's face.

"Oh, Mommy," gasped Ananya. "Oh, this is so wicked."

"Janhvi, since you're down there, lick Sara's cunt," I said, standing up and slipping out of the bathrobe.

Sara mouthed, "I love you," while Janhvi moved, banging the top of her head against the bottom of the table. A moment later, Sara shuddered, her hazel eyes rolling back into her head as her sister devoured her pussy. I loved it, all my women scrambling to obey me as I directed them.

"We're going to figure out how to dominate Nidhhi and get her into the harem," I told them. "She's going to learn that she can only cocktease me so long before I have my dick rammed into her cunt."

"Yes," Sara moaned. "We'll figure it out. We're a family, Cherry."

"Yes, big brother," moaned Ananya, grinding her tiny hips.

With Ananya on our mom's face, it was easy to picture Mom as Nidhhi. They had similar bodies, their tits wonderfully large, Mom leggy and beautiful. I rubbed my cock against Mom's pussy lips, imagining Nidhhi's begging moans.

Fuck me, little brother, she gasped. Yes, yes, yes, ram that dick in me. Squirt all your cum in me. That's why I call you Squirt. I want to feel that jizz squirting into me. Knock up your sister.

"I'm going to knock you all up," I growled, slamming my dick into my mom's cunt.

"Yes," Sara and Ananya both moaned together.

"No one's on birth control," gasped Mom as I rammed my dick into her.

Her tits bounced just how I imagined Nidhhi's would, slapping back and forth. My cock ached and throbbed in her pussy. I pictured it was Nidhhi's cunt I fucked, imagining my older sister's gasps and moaned as I pounded her so hard, making her gasp and shudder.

Her pussy clenched on my dick. Soft and hot, hips writhing, increasing the friction. The pleasure rippled through my body. My balls ached as they slapped over and over into her taint. I stared at those big boobs jiggling and shaking with each thrusts.

You're cock's so huge, Cherry, Nidhhi screamed in my imagination. So much bigger than any guy I've ever fucked before. Stretch your big sis's pussy out.

"Yes," I growled. "You fucking love my cock fucking your cunt."

"Mommy does." Her moans were muffled by Ananya's pussy. "Mommy loves her big son's cock fucking her pussy."

"Yes, yes, fuck Mommy's cunny," Ananya moaned, squirming, grinding, her small tits jiggling.

"You love licking my princess's cunt," I growled.

I do! imagined Nidhhi gasping. Our little sister is so hot. I'm such a slut, Cherry. It's why I dress like a whore. I've always wanted you to fuck me. I was just too scared. I'm so glad you just threw me down and fucked me.

"Yes," I growled, pounding my mom harder and harder, getting lost to the fantasy.

"Oh, god, you nasty brat, lick my cunt," Sara moaned beside me.

Everyone was moaning and grunting. Our family writhed in incestuous passion. In my mind, Nidhhi gasped with us, her pussy so tight on my cock. Her thighs locked about my waist, hips humping. My dick rammed over and over into her hot, tight cunt.

My balls boiled with each thrust. I growled, the table rocking as I pounded my older sister. Her tits bounced and slapped together from the force of my thrusts. She groaned and gasped into Ananya's pussy, licking my princess, making her squirm and gasp.

I was the man of the house. Nidhhi would learn that. "You're mine!" I snarled at my fantasy. "You are fucking mine!"

"We are," Sara moaned. "We're all yours, Cherry. Even Nidhhi. She'll be yours. We'll make sure of it."

"We will, big brother."

"Fuck yes," Janhvi moaned from beneath the table then made Sara squeal in delight.

"Mommy will make sure all her daughters are yours, Sir."

"Yes," I snarled, fucking harder, my dick slamming deep into hot, incestuous cunt. My balls ached. "Yes, yes, yes! You are all mine!"

"Big brother!" squeaked Ananya. "Mommy's making me cum! I love it."

Her pigtails danced as she shuddered before me. I reached out, squeezing my mom's big tits, pretending they were Nidhhi's, as I drove my dick into her depths. The friction shot through me as I latched my mouth onto Ananya's small nipple.

I sucked hard on her nub as my cum exploded. Take that, you fucking cocktease, I howled in my fantasy. That's your brother's cum fertilizing your cunt.

So much jizz! You bred me, little brother! You squirted so much into me!

The pleasure boiled through my mind. Mom's pussy spasmed on my cock. She milked my dick, massaging out every last drop of pleasure. I groaned, sucking so hard on Ananya's nipple. She gripped my short, dark hair, shuddering as she came, too.

"Janhvi! You bratty slut!" howled Sara as she came. We were all cumming except the slut beneath the table.

I shuddered, thrusting a final time into my mom, groaning as my pleasure rippled through me. I popped my mouth off Ananya's nipple. I pulled her pigtails down, kissing my little sister on the mouth. Soon, it would be my big sister.

Nidhhi would be my slut.

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Nidhhi

Nabha opened her door. My girlfriend flashed me a huge grin, her fiery hair tumbling about her dimpled cheeks. She had such a radiant smile. I shuddered as she pulled me close and planted a hot kiss on my lips. I pressed my body against hers. My brother was an idiot for thinking that banging Sara meant he had a shot with me.

Our tongues danced as I savored Nabha's tight body pressed against mine. My hands found her ass covered in a short skirt. I squeezed, my heart racing. Ever since I tried to seduce Dad at eighteen, I had been Nabha's lover. When Dad rejected me, I cried on her shoulders.

And she showed me there was a different delight to be found in the world.

No one in the family knew I was Lesbian. They all thought Nabha was just my best friend. After all, we had been so close since we were in the first grade. I loved this sexy girl. I shuddered as we broke the kiss, my body flushed.

"Mmm, ready to go shopping, Dandi?" It was my nickname for her.

"Sure, Yunie." Her nickname for me. They were short for dandelion and unicorn. She rubbed her nose against mine. Then paused. "What's wrong?"

"My family was acting real weird," I said. I swallowed, remembering Cherry sitting so strong, so much like Dad, at the head of the table. They were all in bathrobes like they had just come from an orgy, and not swimming in Aunt Shruti's pool. Which is what they had to have done.

"Weird, how?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it, other than my brother was trying to boss me around like he was Dad."

Nabha grinned at me. "Mmm, maybe you want him to throw you down and fuck you like you did with your dad."

"Eww, gross. With Squirt?" I shuddered. "He's my little brother. Sara might be putting out for him, but I wouldn't touch him."

"He's cute," Nabha giggled.

"I'd rather you throw me down and fuck me with a strap-on." I licked my lips. "Let's swing by Lover's Delight and buy a new dildo."

"Sure. Let me just grab my work clothes."

"Good," I purred, my pussy so juicy. I loved being fucked hard.

"And then we're going to have a blast at work." Nabha shuddered. She was such an exhibitionist.

So was I.

"It's Saturday night," I grinned. "And I am ready to make some money."

Nabha winked at me. Everyone in the family thought we worked at Dairy Queen. They would shit bricks if they knew the truth. It was all Nabha's idea, and I loved it. Men were so dumb. They thought they had a chance with us and showered us in money.

My girlfriend reappeared with her gym bag. "Let's go!"

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Shruti

Anupama trembled as she moved towards me. The debate match was over. The team I coached had squeaked out a victory. If Anupama was more confident in her presentation, we would have won by a larger margin.

But I didn't hold that against the cute girl. Nineteen and with a doll's face. I burned to take her home with me and gift her to Cherry. I wanted to make sure he didn't forget about me with both my daughters, my niece Ananya, and my sister all fawning over him. I would be the coolest aunt ever.

How many aunts brought home a cute girl for their nephews to fuck?

Anupama's cheeks were flushed and her slanted eyes glossy. She stopped before me. "So... I'm ready to learn more." She licked her lips. It had been so sweet to kiss her lips after I smeared my pussy juices on them.

"Let's go to my classroom where we can have some privacy," I husked. "And we'll talk about how you can improve."

To be continued...

 

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Man of the House Chapter 9: Incestuous Submission

Shruti

I loved how Anupama trembled as I led her into my dark classroom. Trickles of light bled through the closed Venetian blinds, painting stripes across the neat rows of desk. The nineteen-year-old girl trembled, hands clasped before her cheeks flushed. Her silk-black hair was gathered in a French braid falling down her back.

She was the type of Mallu girl Chandu would love. I missed my master and lover. If bigamy was legal, he would have been my husband, too. But my older sister, Shriya, had that honor. And she did love him more than I did, so it was only fair.

But I savored the time we had.

And now that Cherry was stepping up as the man of the house, I was thrilled to learn that he, too, had a thing for Asian girls. And Anupama was just perfect. Trembling, innocent, blushing, beautiful. Earlier, she had caught me masturbating in the ladies' restroom. It happened on a break during the debate tournament my school hosted today--I was the coach of my school's team, which was why my Saturdays were occupied. And with no bonus pay.

Meanwhile, all the fun was happening at my sister's house. Shriya, both my daughters, and Ananya had all submitted to Cherry. My youngest daughter, Janhvi, a complete brat, had been spanked and pissed on. Ananya had her cherry popped, and Sara had finally surrendered herself to Cherry. The pair had been in love for years, growing up as kissing cousins, not knowing the truth that they were actually half-siblings.

And I missed it all.

But Anupama would make it all better.

"H-How can you make me better at debate, Professor Shruti?" Anupama asked, a tremble in her voice.

"It's all about confidence," I purred, lifting her chin. "Look at you, trembling, frightened. Why are you scared?"

"B-Because you kissed me earlier," she whispered. "I'm your student. You shouldn't have done that."

"But you enjoyed it." I leaned in, loving her pink lips. "You loved the taste of my pussy on lips."

Her cheeks grew brighter.

"That's why you're here. You want more. I can help you gain confidence. To stand tall before a crowd."

"By...having sex with you?"

"That won't make you more confident." I gave a wicked giggle. "That will just be fun. What you need is a boyfriend. Someone that will make you realize how pretty you are. How smart you are. A sexy, young man who will make your heart flutter. You'll want to please him, to love him, to feel his eyes on you, supporting you, when you step out on the stage. You'll be able to speak with confidence because he believes in you.

"Now, are there any boys that make you feel those wicked tingles in your virgin pussy?"

"Professor Shruti," she whispered. "I...I..."

"Is it my nephew, Cherry?" I smiled, my thumb stroking over her lips. They were wet, plump. So kissable. "He talks about you sometimes. He notices you. In gym, wearing your athletic wear. I bet your ass looks marvelous. How could he not notice you?"

"But... He's always with his cousin, Sara. They're..." She swallowed. "I've seen them kiss."

Does everyone know about Sara and Cherry?

"And? A boy can love more than one girl." I pushed my thumb into her mouth, so warm and wet. "Especially if that girl is bi. How many times have you masturbated to my daughter, Sara?"

Her slanted eyes widened.

"As many times as you have to Cherry?"

She trembled. I pushed my thumb deeper. Her tongue caressed it. My pussy clenched.

"That's what I thought." I leaned in closer, rubbing the tip of my nose against hers. "But you just don't have the confidence to approach them. That's your first test. On Monday, when you see my nephew, tell him his aunt sent you. That you want to suck his cock while Sara watches. If you can do that, you will have taken a great step forward in your confidence."

I popped my thumb out of her mouth.

"Can you do that?"

Her almond eyes were shiny. "I...I..."

"He'll love it. I know he will. He talks about you all the time." I had never heard Cherry say her name once. "I know my nephew and daughter. Trust me, this will pay dividends for you. Okay?"

"I...I'll think about it."

"Good. Do that. While you masturbate. Imagine it over and over, your pussy getting wetter and wetter." I licked my lips. "I bet your pussy is so wet right now. Huh?"

She gave a slight nod of her head.

"And wouldn't it be so wicked of me if I knelt down before you and licked your pussy?" I nuzzled her nose. "I mean, you're my student. It's so wrong, isn't it?"

Anupama nodded her head, her breasts pressing on her blouse as she breathed in.

"But that's what makes it soooo exciting, right?" I arched an eyebrow. "It makes you so wet."

"So wet, Professor Shruti," she whispered, her voice such a naughty purr. I shivered in absolute delight.

"That's what I thought, sweetie." I licked my lips. "It'll be our little secret."

I kissed her before she could speak. I captured those sweet lips. I couldn't wait for Cherry to report back to me on his Monday romp with this delectable girl. He would know I was cool aunt. His sexy, submissive aunt who would find him all the hotties for his pleasure.

My pussy burned at that thought. I wiggled my hips, my hands unbuttoning her blouse as I kissed her hard, my tongue thrusting into her mouth. She moaned, eyes squeezed shut, her lips moving, learning, surrendering to her passion.

She was such a submissive thing. So pliant. Cherry would have no problems with her. Ooh, it would be such a wicked surprise.

Her blouse fell loose, and my hands reached in, touching her bare skin. She was silky smooth. I stroked up her sides, bringing a shudder and moan from her lips. I rose higher and higher, reaching the bands of her bra. I slid along them until I found her cups.

I squeezed her round breasts.

Her bra felt so plain, so boring. No lace, no exciting cut, no pattern of little holes in the cup to show off her flesh beneath. This girl was missing out. A woman had so many options on how to display her body. She should embrace them.

And she would once she had the confidence Cherry would give her.

She moaned as I groped her breasts through her blouse, her nipples hard. I rubbed circles with my thumbs over her nubs. The little sighs and gasps she made were intoxicating. Her kiss grew hotter, her tongue moving, brushing mine.

Her confidence already building.

She stiffened as my hands reached behind her back. She knew what I was going for. But I didn't let up on the kiss, I didn't give this sweet, nineteen-year-old virgin a chance to object, to think. I wanted her thoughts full of lust.

I had plenty of practice unhooking another woman's bra. It was different than doing your own. The clasp came off with a flick of my wrist. My hands moved, pulling the straps off her shoulders, baring those breasts. My hands found them, squeezing her warm flesh. They were soft yet firm, so wonderfully round and plump, bigger than most girls her age. I found her hard nipples, short, fat nubs that I rolled between my thumbs and fingers.

Now I broke the kiss.

"Professor Shruti," she moaned as I rolled her nipples between my fingers, loving how she squirmed and writhed. "That's... Oh, wow, that's..."

"Say it," I told her. "You want to be a debater. A debater speaks with clarity, projecting her thoughts and ideas."

"That feels really nice," she moaned, her lips shiny with both our saliva. "It tingles. All the way down there."

"Down there? Use precise language."

"My cunny. It makes me feel all fluttery and wet. I itch."

"What does it make you want to do."

"Touch myself," she whispered, growing more bold. "To masturbate."

"How?"

"I love to rub myself with my fingers," she moaned. "And play with my nipples. I smear my pussy juices on my nipples. Makes them slippery. Then I can really roll them. I switch hands, plunging over and over, keeping my fingers coated while I play with myself. I pictured Cherry doing it or Sara or... Others."

"Only thinking about Cherry and Sara until Monday," I told her. "You need to be ready to please him. Practice sucking on carrots or bananas. No teeth. You don't want to hurt his dick. You want to pleasure him."

"Yes, Professor," she moaned, her hips shifting. "Are you really going to...go down on me?"

"Be specific."

"Are you going to lick my cunny?" Her words burst loud from her small body, echoing through my classroom.

"Yes," I hissed and pinched her nipples hard. She gasped and shuddered. "I'm going to do it so hard. I'm going to make you cum on my lips. I'm going to send you home feeling so confident about your sexy body."

"I'm sexy?"

I grinned at her. "Oh, you are. That skin, these breasts, your legs. Girl, you are delicious. Petite and sexy and sensual. I have to eat you. I'm so wet for you." I grabbed her hand and shoved it between my thighs, rubbing at my panties. "Feel how wet I am."

She gasped, slanted eyes widening. "You've soaked your panties."

Her hand came away, spots of moisture on her fingers. She glanced at me and I nodded. She brought her hand to her nose, inhaling sharply, smelling my spicy musk. Her body shivered, breasts quivering. Then she licked her fingers while I knelt before her, pink tongue sliding slowly up her digits, tasting her pleasure.

"Now isn't that just delicious?" I asked her. "Imagine what my daughter will taste like. I bet Sara has a sweet tasting snatch." Tonight, I would find out. I would eat both my daughter's cunts and Ananya's if I could manage. I was such a bad mommy and a wicked aunt.

As she licked her fingers, I worked down her skirt. Her panties were the same boring white as her bra. But her crotch was soaked. I leaned in, breathing in deeply. Her tart musk bled through the fabric. I licked, tasting cotton and pussy, such a sweet, innocent flavor.

Her hips writhed, sweet moans escaping her lips as I pushed her gusset into her folds, molding them tight. A few black curls escaped out her gusset. She wasn't shaved. Perfect. girls looked so intoxicating with their dark, thick bushes. I bet Cherry would love that about her.

"Professor Shruti," she moaned, staring at me. She leaned back against a desk, her hands planting on the edge, gripping it as I pulled down her panties. Slowly, rolling them down her hips, exposing the top of her black bush. "You're really going to do this."

"Do what?"

She licked her lips. "Lick my pussy."

"Uh-huh."

"It's so wrong. I'm your student."

"I know," I moaned, not caring about how immoral this was. My pussy was on fire. I breathed in her tart musk as her panties rolled down her sleek thighs. Her bush was trimmed but thick, hiding her folds.

I left her panties bunched around her knees, unable to resist my hungers for her barely legal snatch. I buried my lips into my student's cunt and licked hard. She shuddered, back arching, breasts jiggling over my head as I found her virgin pussy buried beneath the forest of black curls. I ran along her slit, gathering her tart musk.

Her pussy was virginal tight. My fingers quested through her silk pubic hair. I parted her vulva, exposing her inner flesh, and licked again. I brushed her intact hymen, the membrane covered in small holes, before swiping through her folds and brushing her clit peeking out of its sheath.

She bucked. Her eyes shot wide open. "Professor Shruti. That's so naughty! Oh, wow. Oh, yes."

"Don't be shy. Tell me exactly how this feels." I took another long, slow lick.

"It feels wonderful. Oh, your tongue is sliding through my folds. I can feel it against my flesh, caressing me. And... Oh, that's my clitoris."

"Your clit," I grinned. "Your cute clit and your hot pussy, your cunt. Or your cunny. That's what you call them."

"Yes, yes, my cunt!" Her body shuddered saying that word. She probably thought it was such a terrible word, but know, her lusts burning hot, she realized it was also so sexy. Her hips undulated, silky pubic hairs caressing my lips as she ground on me. "Yes, yes, Professor Shruti. Lick my pussy. My barely legal cunt! You're such a naughty teacher! So bad!"

"I am," I moaned. I wanted her to fuck my nephew and daughter. I wanted to make my sexy Master happy. I hadn't even submitted to Cherry yet, and he was already my master. He owned me.

And Anupama would be my proof.

I licked her harder, faster. My thumb rubbed at her clit as I licked about her tight slit and folds. I brushed her hymen and drank her wonderful, tart juices. They dribbled down my chin and coated my face. She squirmed and moaned. Her hips shook, shuddered. Breasts bounced above me, dark-brown nipples waving. Her face contorted with her pleasure.

Her hips humped and moaned. Her breasts jiggled as I stirred the pleasure through her body. I made her writhe and gasp. Her head snapped back. She moaned out her delight, eyes clenching, body shivering.

"It's building," she moaned. "My orgasm! Oh, Professor Shruti! Oh, this is so naughty! I'm going to cum! No one's ever made me cum before."

"Don't hold back," I moaned. "Let it out. Pretend I'm Sara."

I sucked on her clit hard as she gasped. With her eyes closed, I knew she was picturing my daughter and her blonde hair, her round breasts, her youthful body. They were the same age, both nineteen, in the same year along with Cherry. Anupama spasmed, her breasts bouncing, the desk creaking.

And then she came. The breath exploded out of her. Juices flooded my mouth as she moaned and gasped. She spasmed. Her French braid whipped about her body while her breasts danced above me, so perky and firm. Her thighs tightened on my cheeks.

I savored her pleasure. I savored preparing my gift to my nephew and Master. Cherry would love Anupama so much. I hoped he recorded her sucking his cock on his phone. My pussy burned between my thighs. I wanted to masturbate so badly.

But I would save it for tonight. For my Master.

"Professor Shruti," she squeaked out as she bucked and shivered a final time, her pleasure slowing. "Professor Shruti... Oh, that was amazing."

"Did you picture me as Sara?" I asked.

She nodded her head.

"And you're going to offer Cherry a blowjob, telling him it was my idea?"

"I'll think about it."

"You'll do it," I said, forcing myself to be as dominant as possible. It wasn't what I liked, but I could do it to groom young girls for my master's pleasure. "You want to do it. This is what you need for your confidence. If you can walk up to a boy and offer to blow his dick, you can debate before a crowd."

"Yes, Professor Shruti." she shivered. "But... Where can I blow him at school? We'll get caught."

"My classroom," I told her. "Before my first class. It'll be open for you to use. You'll blow my nephew right where I'm kneeling."

Mmm, I was such a cool aunt.

* * *

 

[hotaks]

Shriya

I hummed happily as I cooked wearing nothing but an apron. It had been so long since I had done that. Nidhhi had been just a toddler and Cherry a bun in my oven. Once the kids came, my sex life with my husband and sister had to go beneath their notice. All our kinky fun was outside the house or in our soundproof bedrooms--Chandu made both mine and my sister Shruti's next door that way.

He was such a handy man.

I paused before the mixing bowl full of the breading for the chicken, made from scratch, and fought back the tears. Sometimes, it felt like Chandu just died instead of six months ago. He was my man. My son may be my new master, but he would never own my heart the way Chandu had. For twenty years he loved and dominated my sister and me.

Twenty wonderful years.

I took a deep breath, calming myself. My hand shook. I really wanted a drink. But Cherry forbade me from buying any wine. There was none in the house. The shiver shook me more. I grit my teeth and went back to mixing the breading.

Cooking was soothing. I used to do it almost every night for two decades. I would come home from my job as a paralegal tax attorney, and start dinner. Chandu loved home-cooked meals. I made enough for Shruti and her children, too.

And now I cooked for Cherry.

He was watching me from the dining room, sitting at the head of the table, having a great view of my naked ass as I flounced through the kitchen. He, Sara, Ananya, and Janhvi were all in there working on their homework, cooling off after our morning and afternoon of nasty sex. I could still feel Janhvi's mouth licking Cherry's cum out of me while the fresh flavor of Ananya's pussy lingered on my lips.

I licked my eighteen-year-old daughter's cunt, and I loved it.

The front door opened. I tensed for a moment. It shouldn't be Nidhhi. My eldest daughter was working at Dairy Queen tonight. If she found me wearing only an apron, that would be awkward. She wasn't ready to be apart of the harem.

Yet.

I had to have a mother-daughter conversation with her, ease her into it. She wasn't as submissive as the other women of the family, and she still saw Cherry not as a man, but as her annoying, younger brother. A kid.

A Squirt.

Instead, it was my sister, Shruti, who walked into the house back from her day coaching debate. I could just see her in the entrance way pulling off her coat and hanging it on the rack. Then she unbuttoned her blouse. She flashed me a naughty smile. I grinned back. She was eager to have a new Master, to serve Cherry with me and her daughters and nieces.

We looked a lot alike, though I was taller and bustier than my little sister, though not by much. Her breasts were large and round, so fun to play with. Her hair was the same shade of black as mine--when I didn't have it bleached blonde. Her breasts came out. We had matching tattoos over our hearts, a triangle with three letters tattooed at the corners. C at the top, then a S and a S at the bottom corners.

Chandu, Shriya, Shruti.

Her breasts bounced as she worked out of her skirt and panties, rushing to strip for her master. Unlike me, she was shaved save for a triangle on her pudenda pointing down at her pussy. Chandu wanted me blonde and her shaved. Even after he died, we kept grooming ourselves to his standards. In fact, I needed to bleach my hair again, my roots were too dark.

Naked, she fell on her hands and knees and crawled into the kitchen, ignoring the discomfort of first hardwood floors and then linoleum. I smiled at my sister as she passed me, staring at her ass and shaved pussy.

She glistened.

A chair scraped. Cherry stood up from his place at the head of the table. He was tall, strong, filling out to his father's powerful build. Chandu had educated our son, rearing him to be the master of his sisters. My husband never touched his daughters, not even when nineteen-year-old Nidhhi tried to seduce him. He wanted them all for his son. So he made sure Cherry knew how to act, how to handle his women, how to take care of them. I doubt Cherry ever realized his father's true goal.

"You would be so proud of him," I whispered as Cherry seized my sister's hair.

"What do you think you're doing, Aunt Shruti?" Cherry asked, hauling her head up. She knelt before him, her spine so supple.

"I'm here to be your slave, Sir," she answered. "To do any nasty, filthy, naughty thing you want. Degrade me. Fuck me. Use me, Sir!"

"Mom," Janhvi groaned. Then she slipped out of her robes, her athletic body appearing. The eighteen-year-old had small breasts and a black bush between her tan legs. Her short hair gave her a pixyish bob, fitting her bratty personality. "Me, too. I'm his slave, too, Mom. He uses me! He pissed on me."

"Janhvi," Cherry growled. "Did I tell you to strip naked and interrupt your mother's submission to me?"

"No, Sir," Janhvi said, though there was heat in her voice, a wiggle to her hips. Her red and bruised ass rested on her heels. She had to feel the pain as she squirmed. She was excited to be punished.

Would Cherry understand how he had to actually punish her? Shruti was the same way when she was eighteen, purposefully being a brat so Chandu would spank her.

"Then shut your filthy mouth, skank," Cherry snarled. "And get back to doing your homework. Naked. I want you to really feel that hard chair pressing on your spanked ass."

"Yes, Sir," Janhvi squeaked and dashed back to her chair, sitting down hard, groaning out her pain, and pleasure.

Cherry would have to learn the same lesson as his father.

My son turned back to my sister. "And why do I want another filthy cunt in my harem?"

"Because, sir, you love having filthy cunts to abuse. And I just know the thought of mother and daughter submitting to you, being degraded by you, being treated like the filthiest trash makes you so hard, Sir."

Cherry smiled and stroked her hair. "You're mine, slut."

She shivered.

"Now go help my mom cook dinner. We have our schoolwork to get down."

"You do have that History report do on Monday," Shruti said. She taught Cherry's World History class. "And Sara, you better read the chapter on the French-Indian War. There's a test on Monday on it."

"Yes, Mom," Sara said, her voice icy. "And you need to learn, Mommy-slut, that I am Cherry's Queen."

"And I'm his Princess," Ananya butted in.

"So remember," Sara continued, "outside of History class, I own your ass."

Shruti shuddered at her daughter's words. "Yes, Madam."

Cherry smiled as he sat down, his back straight, proud like the rooster in the hen house. He patted Sara's hand before he went back to his homework. Shruti rose with naked grace, a huge smile on her lips as she darted into the kitchen to join me.

Her arms went around me, and she kissed me, my tits, barely covered by my apron, pressed into her naked breasts. She squeezed my ass. It was so wonderful not having to hide my love for my sister, our tongues dancing.

My eyes widened. I tasted pussy on her lips.

I broke the kiss, whispering, "Who's cunt is that?"

"Anupama's."

I smiled. Cherry had mentioned her a few times. He had the hots for her. She was Mallu and Cherry was so much like his father. "Grooming her?"

"I'm going to be such a cool aunt." Shruti giggled wickedly. "Cherry's going to get a treat Monday morning."

"Good. My big, strong son deserves all the treats he gets." I shivered, such motherly pride bursting in my chest. I had raised such a strong boy.

* * *

 

[hotaks]

Cherry

Dinner was delicious. Home-cooked and fulfilling. After a day of fucking, I was famished. Breaded chicken, fresh rolls, a salad with Mom's recipe. I was feeling great. I grinned as Mom and Aunt Shruti, both naked, bustled the dishes to the kitchen, their breasts bouncing, their bodies brushing each other, exchanging naughty gropes and stolen kisses, the pair so happy to serve a man again.

"Look at them," Sara said, slipping onto my lap. Ananya had her Kindle out, reading it while Janhvi was bent over the table, taking a nap on her folded arms, clearly full. She ate more than I did. I admired her, her naked back a supple arch. My dick throbbed beneath my half-sister's ass as Sara wiggled, her blonde curls brushing my shoulder.

She smelled delicious.

"They both look so happy. It's been months, Cherry, months since there's been really happiness in the house. Since we felt like a family."

I grinned. "Even Ananya is here, reading at the table like she would instead of vanishing into her room."

My little sister smiled and kept reading, tapping the screen to turn the page.

Sara wiggled on my lap again. My dick ached. I glanced at the kitchen, watching my two sex slaves take care of all the mess. We couldn't start movie night until it was clean--messes needed to taken care of right away, not allowed to fester. Taking care of a home was more important than pleasure.

Dad's words echoed in my head.

"You like staring at our moms' asses, don't you?" Sara whispered.

"I do," I groaned, my dick throbbing.

"Cherry, would you do something for me?" Sara nuzzled into my neck. My submissive queen licked up to my ear. "Would you fuck me so my mom can lick out your cum."

"You are such a perv," I groaned, my dick throbbing.

She squealed as I lifted her in my arms and set her on the table with a loud thud. The tablecloth was already gone, and she lay on the bare table, polished dark brown. Janhvi lifted her head, blinking blurry eyes as I ripped open the blue robe Sara wore, exposing her round breasts. Her nipples thick and dusky. I drank in her body, following the curve of her hips to her pelvis bone, tracing that to her landing strip of gold leading to her juicy pussy.

"Say it," I grinned, grasping her breasts, leaning over her, my dick thrusting against my robe. It wanted to burst free. "Say what you are."

"A perv," Sara moaned, squirming, a huge grin on her face. "Your perv, Cherry."

I licked her nipple, swirling around the nub, making her squirm. I loved the texture. My hands kneaded her breasts as the table creaked. She wiggled and thrashed, cooing out her delight. To my left, Janhvi whispered something to Ananya. They both stared at us, Ananya so innocent with her cute glasses and brown hair gathered in pigtails, Janhvi so energetic with her huge grin and quivering tits. Ananya giggled, nodding her head.

"What?" Sara asked as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I loved it. She groaned, squealing as I covered every inch of her nub. She shuddered.

"You are a perv," Ananya grinned. "My big sister is a perv."

"So is your big brother, Cupcake."

I nipped her nipple. I was. Such a perv. I was so hot to watch my aunt lick my cum out of her daughter's snatch. My dick throbbed as I sucked and nibbled on Sara's nub. She squirmed, her legs rubbing on my sides. Her foot moved, reaching down, searching for the tie of my robe. She played with it, trying to undo it as she moaned.

I switched to her other breast, sucking even harder on this nipple. That really made her buck and moan. Her body shuddered. Oh, she was such a naughty slut. I licked at her dusky nub and then nipped it hard, stretching out her nipple.

"Cherry," she moaned, squirming. "Oh, yes, Cherry."

Janhvi's hand shot out and pinched Sara's other nipple. Then the brat leaned over and sucked on it, the crown of her head brushing mine. Sara shivered, her foot trying harder, though in vain, to undo the loose knot of my robe.

"Oh, yes, Janhvi, suck on my nipple, you naughty slut. Make me feel so good while my man fucks me! Put that mouth to good use. Mmm, you just live to please us. Cherry, me, Ananya. That's it."

I popped my lips off Sara's nipple. "That's right, Janhvi. You make your sister feel good while I fuck her brains out."

"Do it, big brother," Ananya giggled, sounding so girlish, so much younger than her eighteen years. She was so precious.

"I will, Princess. My queen's a perv in need of a big, hard cock."

"So badly," moaned Sara while Janhvi sucked loud and noisily on her nipple.

I rose, ripping open my robe. From the kitchen, Aunt Shruti watched with hungry eyes. "Fuck my daughter, Sir," she moaned. "I want to lick her clean. Oh, yes. Make me lick my baby girl clean of all your spunk."

"Mommy's so proud of her big, strong son."

"Keep doing the dishes, sluts," I growled, bringing my dick to Sara's pussy. I loved this. I loved all these women in my own ways. Sara and Ananya were my girls as well as my subs. Janhvi and Shruti were my trashy slaves, to be used because it made them happy. I would degrade them and show them my love. And my mom... I would dominate her, control her, and make her so proud of me.

Just hearing her words made my dick hard. Seeing her smile, knowing I gave her joy again, made me feel like a man.

"Fuck," I growled and slammed my cock into my queen, the woman I loved first.

Ananya took my hand, watching with eager eyes as my dick buried into Sara's cunt. I gripped Ananya's hand, holding it like she was my little girl and not just my little sister. My dick ached as I buried into Sara's depths. Janhvi sucked harder, her lips popping off Sara's nipple over and over, making her cunt clench on my dick.

I drew back, savoring the thrill of being surrounded by my harem. I drove my dick in again, burning into her sopping wet depths. She groaned, thighs tightening about my hips. She wiggled, undulated, the table creaking beneath her.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's how you fuck your sister, Cherry," Sara moaned "Oh, you are the best, Cherry!"

"You are, big brother," Ananya moaned, squeezing my hand. Her other was buried beneath her lap, her hazel eyes growing glossy.

"Just a stud, Sir," moaned Janhvi before she attacked Sara's other nipple.

She gasped, moaning as her little sister sucked hard on her nipple, her pussy clenching so tight about my thrusting dick. The friction was incredible. Pleasure flowed through me as I pounded my half-sister's cunt. I reamed my dick into her over and over, burying into her tight depths, my balls smacking into her taint. The table rocked from the force of my thrusts. She groaned, wiggling, shaking those hips, gasping out her joy.

Her pussy was so hot. So wet. So juicy. I shivered, reaming deeper and deeper into her cunt. I slammed into her depths. I groaned with each one, grunting out my pleasure. I squeezed my little sister's hand.

"How does she feel, big brother?"

"So good, Princess," I panted. "Oh, yes. She feels so good."

"Cum in her, big brother. She needs it. She's a naughty perv. She wants her mommy to lick all your yummy cream out of her cunny."

"Just like you do, Cupcake," groaned Sara. "Your innocent face doesn't hide how much of a perv you are, too."

I grinned while Ananya only shivered, her arm moving faster, rubbing her pussy harder. She leaned back in her chair, quivering, soft moans escaping her lips, propelling me to fuck Sara harder and harder.

Janhvi sucked back and forth between Sara's tits, leaving each one shiny and hard. Her sucking pops echoed over the clatter of dishes being washed in the kitchen. Her every suck made Sara shiver, her head tossing back and forth.

"That's it, you fucking brat," Sara hissed. Her hand suddenly shot between Janhvi's thighs. "And you're dripping wet. Of course you are, you nasty degenerate. You always have a hot cunt."

Janhvi squealed, shuddering, grinding as I heard Sara's fingers slam into wet cunt, making that nasty squelch. Janhvi sucked harder, her slim body quivering. Incestuous passion burned around me. My balls ached as I thrust faster and faster.

Sara came first. Her pussy spasmed about my dick, hungry for my cum. It spurted out of me in mighty blasts, basting her cunt. I slammed my cock deep into her pussy. The table quivered and rocked. My dick buried into her cunt, my back arched.

"Cum in me!" Sara begged. "Please, Cherry! Please! Shower me in your love."

"Do it, big brother," Ananya gasped. Her small nose quivered, her glasses slipping. Her pigtails danced as she thrashed. She gripped my hand so tightly as she came. "Flood her. The perv needs it. Big sis is the biggest perv!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Sara moaned.

"You are," I groaned, ramming into my half-sister's pussy. I stared into her hazel eyes. She bucked, the brat attached to her nipple, her fingers reaming Janhvi's cunt. "The biggest perv! It's why I love you!"

"Yes!" Her pussy spasmed harder.

My balls ached. My dick buried into her depths.

My cum exploded out of me. I grunted, shuddering, spasming, my balls emptying over and over into my sister's cunt. Blast after blast of jizz flooding her fertile cunt. I had pumped so much jizz into all my women. I hoped they all would get pregnant and...

Fuck, I would need to get a job. I would have to support my family. Nidhhi was right.

"Yes," I groaned as I buried into her. "I'll fucking take care of you all!"

* * *

 

[hotaks]

Sara

Janhvi's hand clamped over my pussy, holding in Cherry's spunk, made me shiver. I lay on the table, hugging my knees to my breasts, making sure none escaped so my mom could lick me clean. It was so hot.

I licked my fingers, savoring the brat's pussy juices. Janhvi grinned at me. I couldn't help grinning back. We had drifted so far apart as sisters, almost strangers to each other, and now our true selves were unmasked, our passions exposed. And we accepted each other. I felt genuine affection, even love, for the brat.

And it was so much fun humiliating her. And soon I would get to do it to my mother. My mother.

"Hurry up and clean," I moaned.

"They can't rush it," Cherry grinned. "They have to do it perfectly or they'll be punished."

Janhvi shuddered, a big smile crossing her lips. She liked being punished.

"There, big brother," Ananya moaned, rising from the floor. "All clean."

"Mmm, you did such a good job, Princess," Cherry told her and kissed her on the lips. She had licked all my pussy juices off his cock. He pulled her onto his lap, nuzzling against her neck while she squealed like a little girl.

She was so cute with him.

The dishwasher rumbled to life. The kitchen's lights turned off. I craned my head, staring down the table, the world upside down, and smiled as Aunt Shriya and my mom walked out naked, their breasts bouncing together.

"We've finished, Sir," Aunt Shriya said. "Would you like to inspect our work?"

"Do I need to?" Cherry sounded so commanding.

"No, Sir," Mom answered, her voice thick and throaty.

"Is it movie time?" Janhvi asked, bursting with excitement. "I want Mom to see what a nasty pee slut I am, Sir!" She bounced, her hand rubbing so hard against my wet pussy.

"It is," Cherry said. "Keep covering your sister's cunt, slut."

Then he picked me up in his arms. He was so strong. I felt like a cuddly ball, still clutching my knees, as he carried me, Janhvi trailing, her hand struggling to cover my pussy and keep all the cum trapped in me. Everyone followed, eager for the fun. The camera was already hooked up to the TV, ready to play the naughty film we made this afternoon.

Cherry reached the couch and sat down. Then, to my complete shock, he flipped me over onto his lap, my face pressing into the cushion. Before I could understand what was going on, his hand squeezed my ass.

"But first, Sara's been smart with me all day, forgetting that I am in charge, not her."

"I have," I shuddered. He had promised me a spanking. He hadn't forgotten. I had pushed him, curious to see just how strong my man was. He indulged me because it made him happy, but there were limits.

And I had to be punished for crossing them.

"Aunt Slut, get your mouth over here and start licking your daughter's pussy while I spank her." Cherry grinned. "We don't want to lose all that jizz."

And he really wanted to make sure I enjoyed my punishment while at the same time directing us like his toys. I shivered, loving it. Ananya sat down beside him, pulling my head into her lap, her sort hands caressing my hair.

My mom let out a moan that may have been sir, but it was too full of throaty passion for me to tell. She knelt on the floor, grabbed my thighs, and buried her face into my snatch. Her tongue licked through my creamy folds, gathering Cherry's cum as it leaked out.

And then it hit me. My mom was licking my pussy. She birthed me, and now she was devouring me.

This was so wrong. So wicked. I was such a perv for wanting this. I wiggled my hips, savoring the depraved incest. Her tongue flew across my pussy, licking, sucking, devouring every drop of my cream and Cherry's cum.

"Wow," Janhvi gasped. "Mom's licking you."

"She is," I moaned, quivering, wiggling on Cherry's lap. I was still kneeling, my ass so high up and--

Crack!

Cherry's hand fell. Burning pain shot through me. I groaned, wiggling my hips, grinding on my mom's licking tongue and naughty lips. The stinging heat bled into my pussy, mixing with the rapture.

"You were such a bad big sis," giggled Ananya.

Crack!

"Oh, god," I moaned. "Cherry!"

He didn't spank me as hard as Janhvi, letting me feel the delight of the stinging instead of agony. I loved it. He was so strong, proving to all of us that he deserved to be the man of the house. My hips wiggled more, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I groaned, the pleasure bleeding out of me. Such hot, wonderful delight drifted through me.

My pussy clenched and relaxed. My eyes fluttered. Oh, his hand was so delicious. So dominating. And Mom's tongue was skilled. She probed into my depths, devouring me, her hands clenching on my thighs as she drank my cum.

Crack!

"Eat her cunt," growled Cherry. "Devour your daughter's snatch. Please her. She's your queen. Worship her."

"Yes, Sir," moaned my mom. "Madam, you taste so good. So delicious."

"And you feel so good, Mommy-slut," I moaned. "Keep licking my cunt. Put that nasty tongue to good use. Oh, I can't wait to piss in your mouth. You and Janhvi, every morning, will drink our piss. We'll take turns who we piss in."

"Yes," Janhvi groaned.

"Yes, Madam!" moaned my mom.

Just hearing my mom's submission made me quiver. Cherry's hand cracked down again, the pain flaring as Mom's lips found my clit. She sucked on them. My toes curled as the rush of incestuous pleasure through me. I quivered and moaned, my orgasm bursting through my body.

Pleasure flooded through me. Hot waves of heat that splashed against my mind. They inundated my thoughts. My mom made me cum while my half-brother spanked me. Cherry's hand rested on my ass, squeezing it as I moaned and gasped.

"Yes, yes, I have such a nasty mom! Slut-mom! Oh, god! Lick all the pussy cream and cum out of my snatch, Mommy-slut. You're just a whore! A cock-sucking, piss-drinking, cunt-lapping whore!"

"She is," Cherry groaned, giving my ass a nice squeeze.

"You are so awesome, Mom!" squealed Janhvi. "Lick her cunt. Oh, yes, Mommy. I love you so much! We're sluts together!"

"Yes, you are!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the living room. I loved our family. It was the best in the world.

* * *

 

[hotaks]

Shruti

My daughter's pussy tasted as sweet as I imagined it would, and eating Cherry's cum out of her snatch made me so wet. So I was so happy to obey my nephew's next command. I plopped down on his lap, siting on him, facing the TV, and groaned as his dick filled my cunt.

The dick that now owned me. The dick that had fucked my daughter not long ago. It had filled her pussy like it filled mine. Cherry's strong arms went around my waist, holding me against his strong chest. I could almost imagine it was his father holding me.

Almost.

"Movie time," squealed Janhvi. She hit play on the camera, then dived back down to sit on the floor before the couch. Ananya was on our right, Sara and my sister on our left. Cherry's chin rested on my shoulder.

"Ready, whore?" he asked as the camera showed Janhvi kneeling naked in the tub up in the master bedroom, her body quivering.

"I am so ready," I groaned, my pussy clenching on his dick as my eyes were riveted to the screen.

Cherry's dick appeared, grasped in Sara's hand. Janhvi opened her mouth, so eager and ready. I couldn't look away from my youngest's first taste of humiliation and piss. My pussy clenched so hard on my Master's cock when his piss erupted.

That yellow stream splashed into Janhvi's open mouth. I could see her eyes widening, the mix of shame and pleasure at the first acrid taste of piss landing on her tongue. She savored it. She shivered, her small breasts jiggling as piss overflowed her mouth. The stream was so strong and powerful.

And then Sara aimed it around her face, hosing her in sheets of yellow. The urine flowed up to her head and then ran down her neck and chest to her breasts. She had her eyes closed as she showered in humiliation.

"Oh, god, baby girl," I moaned. "You are such a slut. You fucking loved it."

"I did, Mom," Janhvi moaned as she sat on the floor.

"She came so hard as we degraded her," Cherry groaned, his hands sliding up, squeezing my tits.

My nephew found my nipples, playing with them as my eyes were riveted on the screen.

Even though we weren't fucking, just feeling his cock in me, shifting around as we both squirmed at the hot sight on the screen, sent ripples of rapturous heat through me. My breathing grew hotter and hotter as my sister seized Janhvi's piss soaked hair, yanking her head around.

It was captured in HD clarity. It looked so amazing on the huge TV. I could see the drops of yellow piss working down her cheek as she sat in profile now, her face buried into my sister's cunt. I licked my lips, remembering all the time I had drunk Shriya's urine while Chandu watched, his dick sometimes in my pussy or ass.

Shriya pissed hard. Streams escaped, running down my daughter's cheek. She squirmed and moaned and then was licking pussy.

"Was that your first cunt you ate?" I asked as on the TV my daughter lapped at my sister's hairy snatch.

"Yes, Mom," Janhvi moaned. "I'm not into girls, so it was so humiliating to have to lick her pussy clean. I did it though. I cleaned her up and made her cum. You can't see her face, but listen to her."

"I hear her. Oh, you're making my older sister squeal. You're making her cum. You are such a pussy-licking slut, Janhvi."

"And that makes you hot, huh, whore?" Cherry asked, twisting my nipple. "Watching your baby girl be a filthy slut?"

"So hot, Sir!" I groaned, quivering, the excitement building in my body.

Ananya stepped up next, getting revenge on Janhvi for all the times she was picked on, her small body quivering, her stomach rippling as she ground her pussy on Janhvi's face, flooding her with so much urine. My daughter drank it all, gulping it down, loving it while Cherry fucked her pussy so hard.

"I'm so proud of you for being such a filthy whore, Janhvi," I moaned, squirming more and more, hearing her gulp urine and take Cherry's cock. "We're going to drink piss every morning together."

"Yes, Mom," Janhvi moaned. "Sluts together."

"They should get matching tattoos," moaned Sara. "Mommy and Daughter Piss Sluts."

"Fuck," Cherry groaned, twisting my nipple hard.

My pussy was so hot. I shifted, sliding up just an inch, savoring the friction of his girth, before slipping back down. Over and over, just enough to make us both groan and gasp as we watched Janhvi lick Ananya to her orgasm, my niece screaming her head off as the pleasure crashed over her.

"Now it's my turn," Sara moaned.

I grinned as Sara joined the tub. Cherry switched holes at Sara's urging, fucking Janhvi's virgin asshole as Sara pissed all over her face. Watching my youngest lick my eldest made my pussy even hotter. Sisterly incest, so loving and nasty all at the same time, Janhvi's face stained with cunt and piss.

"Oh, god, you two are so hot. Oh, Janhvi, you drank your sister's piss."

"While Cherry fucked my pussy, Mom," she moaned. "It was hot."

"So hot," Cherry groaned. "Keep sliding that cunt on my dick, slut. I'm going to flood you with so much cum. I hope you're not on birth control. I'm breeding you, Aunt Shruti."

"Oh, my god!" I gasped, bucking on his dick as my eyes were locked onto Janhvi trapped between Sara and Cherry, her small body rocking, piss dripping from her face, her ass taking Cherry's thick cock.

The cock that was buried in my pussy. This cock had taken both my daughter's virginity. The first cock in their mouths, their pussies, and their asses. And it was in my cunt. The cunt that birthed them both.

"Cherry!" I screamed as I came, my pussy spasming about his dick. I thrashed on his lap, savoring his fingers pinching and rolling my nipples.

His hips thrust up. He grunted, driving his dick into my cumming depths. Cum splashed into my pussy. My nephew's jizz. I groaned, shuddering, writhing, my pussy milking his dick, eager for every last drop of his spunk.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned. "Cum in me! Breed me, Sir! Breed your aunt like you bred both my daughters!"

Cherry held me tight, grunting into my ear as his cum pumped into my depths. "You are the coolest aunt ever, slut."

"Yes!" I screamed as my orgasm burned even hotter through me. I couldn't wait until Monday and his treat.

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[hotaks]

Nidhhi

I yawned as I staggered up to the porch. It was late, past three in the morning. My feet were killing me. I reeked of body spray and perfume, masking how dirty I felt. It was a long shift, but I made so much money. Over a thousand in tips. That would help the household out.

Someone had to step up. Cherry claimed he was the man of the house, but that boy had no idea that money was getting tight, that Mom was slacking at work and not bringing home as much. And without Dad's paycheck...

At least it was fun money to make. Men were such idiots. I was so glad Nabha had this idea.

I fumbled with my keys. It was dark, past three AM. I opened the door and stepped into the empty house. My heels clicked as I walked in, clutching my gym bag holding my work clothes in them. I walked only a few steps when the living room light clicked on.

I froze.

"Nidhhi, we need to talk," my mother said.

My stomach clenched. She knew. Somehow, she knew I was stripping at Flashing Glitter instead of working the deep fryer at Dairy Queen. She would kill me. I may be twenty, but I still was going to college. I still lived beneath her roof.

Dad would have definitely kill me for this. Fuck.

Trembling, I stepped into the living room and faced my mom wearing a bath robe, her hair mussed, her legs crossed. I swallowed and tried to sound casual as I said, "Hi, Mom. About what?"

To be continued...