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Chapter 10: Big Sis Plays with Her Toys



Shriya

"Hi, Mom," my eldest daughter said, her face pale, her posture stiffening. "About what?"

Nidhhi thought she was in trouble. And why not? It was after 3 AM, and she was just now getting home from her work at Dairy Queen. What had she been up to after her shift ended? I had fallen asJanhvip waiting for her to get home and begin her seduction into Cherry's harem. I sat in my bathrobe, naked beneath, wishing I was upstairs in bed with my sister and my niece, Janhvi. Tonight, Cherry shared his bedroom with Sara and Ananya. My youngest was super excited, acting like it was a sleepover, spreading bedding on the floor of his room for them to sleep on.

It was so cute.

No, I need to focus on Nidhhi. My eldest daughter was twenty. She could be out late on a Saturday night if she wanted. She was an adult. She didn't have college tomorrow. I breathed in, frowning. She smelled like body spray and perfume. A lot of it. Almost like a cheap whorehouse. Probably trying to mask the smell of French fry grease.

"Come sit beside me," I told her, patting the couch. Part of me, the motherly part, wanted to pry into what had her acting guilty. Did she hook up with a boy after work? She never really dated, too hung up on her crush on her daddy. Now that Chandu was dead, she might finally be ready to date again.

Or yearn for another man of the house.

"It's late, Mom," Nidhhi complained, sitting down, her brassy hair bouncing about her shoulders along with her impressive breasts. She still dressed like a teasing slut, still trying to attract her father's attention.

But she had only attracted her brother's. My poor Master had to masturbate so many times because of his older sister. It used to make me giggle every time he would make an excuse to go to his room after seeing his sister in another pair of shorts molding to her body, showing off her cameltoe. Nidhhi did not believe in underwear of any sort.

"It's never too late to talk to your mother," I told her. It was hard being so commanding. It wasn't my nature, but being a parent required it. And a sex slave. I had to help my dominating son claim all the women of the family.

And Nidhhi was the last one. The hardest. The least submissive. The most dismissive. She still saw Cherry as a boy. A Squirt.

"What is this about, Mom?" She tensed again, hands folded before her.

I fought a yawn as I leaned back. The robe wasn't belted tightly. It parted, and I caught her eyes glancing at my half-exposed breasts. They were large and pillowy, just a little bigger than Nidhhi's. She shifted. So she was bisexual or bicurious. That would make things easier. Maybe it wasn't only Daddy's attention she wanted.

But Mommy's.

"How are you doing?" I asked her. "You're out so late. Working hard?"

"We need the money, Mom," she said. "I'll have more when I get **censored** next week."

I nodded my head. "That's not what I meant. I feel like we haven't talked since..."

"Dad died?" She folded her arms, leaning back. "Well, that's been hard. You've kinda..."

"Checked out." I smiled at her. "Drank a little too much wine." Oh, god, I wanted wine right now. But Cherry forbade me to buy any at the store today. No, yesterday. It happened yesterday now. There was none in the house. Just a single glass would make this so much easier. "I've been a bad mom, I know. It's just..."

"You miss him." Nidhhi relaxed. "I miss him, too. But he's gone and... And we just have to move on with life."

I swallowed, my throat pained. I cleared it. I really could use something to drink, even water. "And it must have been hard on you."

"It was hard on everyone," Nidhhi snorted. "Ananya vanished into her room, Janhvi thought she could do whatever the fuck...fudge she wanted, and Cherry... Cherry thinks he has to be a man now."

"He's nineteen. That makes him a man."

Nidhhi rolled her eyes. "The Squirt doesn't have the balls to be a man."

"He spanked Janhvi today, and made her clean up her mess."

My daughter blinked her dark eyes.

I leaned forward, feeling my breasts shift beneath the cloth, wanting to spill out of the half-open robe. "He's a lot like your father. Looks like him, just as strong, dominating. He's putting everything to order. He just had to figure out how to do it."

"Sara's doing, right?" Nidhhi said. "Gave him...encouragement."

I nodded my head. "I think so. But Ananya's opening up, and Janhvi's learning she can't be a brat any longer." I laughed. "I cooked dinner tonight. It was nice. We ate as a family. Aunt Shruti was there. We even watched a movie. We missed you."

"I was working." She folded her arms again, pulling back.

"And you're still hurting, sweetie. You still miss him. And that's okay. I understand. It's normal for a girl to fall in love with the man of the house."

Nidhhi stiffened. Her face paled.

"He told me. After you tried your seduction."

"Oh, god." Nidhhi's breathing quickened.

I scooted closer to her on the couch, patting her thigh. "Honey, it's okay. It's perfectly normal for a girl to have a crush on the man of the house. To dress sexy for him, to try to seduce him with her budding wiles. He was flattered. And I see you still dress sexy for the man of the house. You're still aching to be taken by him. And that's okay, honey. It's perfectly natural."

"God, Mom," Nidhhi said. "I tried to seduce Dad, and you're okay with it?"

"Oh, honey, of course I am. I love you. And wanting to please the man of the house is something I understand. A strong man, taking charge..." A shiver ran through me. Cherry was so strong. My son knew how to treat his Mommy-slut. My pussy itched. I rubbed my thighs together. "So there's nothing wrong with desiring the man of the house.

"Even if he's your brother."

Nidhhi blinked. "What? I thought we were talking about Dad."

"We were. But there's a new man of the house." I grinned at her, stroking her thigh. "And the way you dress... He notices. He appreciates."

"I don't dress this way for Squirt," she spluttered. "I mean, gross. He's my little brother."

"Who's grown into a man." I stood up, wrapping my robe tight about my naked body. "When you're ready to let your father go and move on to other men, I will support you. No matter who you might choose."

And then I swept out of the room, letting those thoughts percolate in her head, letting her think of Cherry and her father in the same way. To open her eyes that her brother wasn't a boy any longer. That he grew up, too, and could give her what she wanted from her father.

Chandu turned her down two years ago for a simple reason: he wanted his daughters to be Cherry's. Nidhhi, Sara, Ananya, and Janhvi. All for his son. "I had two sisters to love," Chandu once told me as he watched Cherry and Sara play in the backyard when they were at that transition into gangly tweens. "He could have four."

He sounded so hopeful, so proud of his son. And I would see my husband and Master's dream come true. I would make sure my son had all of his sisters to love.

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Nidhhi

The squeaking of bedsprings brought me out of my groggy sleep. I was buried under my blankets, trying to keep the sunlight streaming through my window away so I could sleep. I groaned when I glanced at my alarm clock.

9:42 AM was too early to wake up. Not when I didn't fall asleep until after 5 AM. But I couldn't relax. I was struggling to understand what was up with my mom last night. It was like she wanted me to fuck Cherry. Which was ridiculous.

He was just a kid. My little brother. Yeah, he was playing doctor with Sara, but she was his age. They were both children.

The bedsprings creaked louder and louder. I groaned, rolling onto my back, looking up at the ceiling. My room was right beneath Cherry's in the attic. What the fuck was he doing up there? Bouncing on his bed? What was he, six again?

"Yes, yes, yes, eat me," a girl moaned from above.

I blinked. "Eat me?" I whispered. And then my eyes widened. My cheeks burned. Was Cherry and Sara...?

The bed creaking grew louder and louder, like my ears, alerted by my brain to their hanky-panky, had focused on the sounds coming through the ceiling, amplifying them in my mind. The rhythmic squeaking, the throaty moans of a girl in passion, the grunts of a guy.

"You're so tight," Cherry moaned. "So damned tight. Love your pussy."

"God," I whispered, "he's plowing Sara. Isn't he afraid Mom will catch him?"

"Oh, wow! Oh, yes! Jam that tongue in my pussy," Sara moaned. "Oh, you're so good at it. I love it."

Sara sounded so girlish when she had her pussy eaten. Flashes of my brother appeared in my mind, naked, muscular. I blinked at that. I knew my brother was muscular the same way I knew the sky was blue. It wasn't something I really noticed until it was pointed out. He filled out those t-shirts he wore the same way Dad did, his body toned, strong.

"Fuck," I whispered.

In my imagination, he was between Sara's thighs, eating out my blonde cousin, her sleek legs about his head, his finger reaming over and over into her pussy, feeling how tight she was. His muscular back rippled as he devoured Sara, licking her, fingering her, making her round breasts bounce.

"Shit," I groaned, the heat shooting through my body.

Sara was cute. I had noticed, but never really noticed. Not like I would with another girl. I bit my lip, trying to focus on my cousin and not Cherry, but he kept intruding. His ass was muscular, toned, perfect for grabbing when being fucked.

I squeezed my eyes shut. No. I was Lesbian. Yes, I had a thing for Dad once, but Nabha cured me of it when he rejected me. I went to my best friend to cry after I put myself out there for Dad, and Nabha showed me a better world. Soft, feminine.

So why was Cherry violating my fantasy? Why did I want my bedsprings to squeak so loudly, to grip his ass as he plowed into me?

My pussy clenched. I slept naked. I squirmed, pushing off the covers, suddenly so hot. My large tits appeared, my nipples hard and pink. I writhed my legs, rubbing on my clit while pushing down the covers to expose my flat stomach and shaved pudenda. The unicorn tattooed on pubic mound almost glowed in the sunlight spilling through my half-closed blinds.

"You love it, don't you?" Cherry moaned above. "You love my cock!"

"I do!" Sara answered, her voice sounding throatier than it had moments ago.

"Yes, yes, yes. So good! I'm going to cum," Sara then screamed, her voice girlish again, like she was bouncing between being a woman and a girl as Cherry fucked her. "It's so good."

"Shit," I groaned, my pussy on fire. I had to do something about it.

I reached out to my nightstand and fumbled open a drawer. I shoved my hand in, knocking aside one dildo as I struggled to grab the first toy I could. I had a few in there--a rubbery, anatomically correct dildo; a silver vibrator; a blue gel dildo with little bumps; and a pink vibrator with clit tongues.

I grabbed the fleshy dildo. I pulled it out. The cock was thick and hard, the tip painted pink, the rest a beige, skin color. I licked the tip, getting it wet as I squirmed. My pussy was dripping. I didn't need it, but I couldn't stop myself.

That's how you suck cock, Cherry said in my imagination, grinning down at me. His muscular chest rippled in my imagination as he seized my brassy hair. You worship the man of the house's cock just like that.

"Fuck," I grunted, pulling the dildo from my lips. What was wrong with me?

I closed my eyes, picturing Nabha wearing the dildo as a strap-on, her fiery hair spilling about her shoulders, her breasts round, nipples pierced by gold rings. She licked her lips, tongue stud flashing as she knelt between me.

I'm going to fuck you so hard, Cherry whispered. I'm going to make my big sis cum.

"No, Nabha," I panted, pushing the dildo against my pussy. I tried to make her say those words, but they always came out in Cherry's voice.

When had his voice grown so deep? So manly?

"Nabha," I gasped, trying to force my fantasy to obey as I pushed the dildo into me. Above, the bed creaked louder and louder. He was really fucking Sara. "Fuck me. Pound me."

As hard as I'm fucking Sara? Cherry asked me. Because I will, big sis.

I shuddered, my pussy clenching down on the dildo's girth. I gripped the base, made to look like dangling balls, and drove it in and out of my pussy, fucking my cunt as hard as Cherry fucked Sara. Gasps and moans echoed from above the room, both of them grunting and groaning their pleasure.

Nabha and Cherry wavered in my mind, swapping back and forth as I reamed the dildo in and out of my pussy. I tried to force my fantasy to be Nabha, but she never stayed for more than a second, replaced by Cherry's muscular body, his dark eyes looking down at me.

Dad's eyes.

You want me to fuck you so hard, big sis, Cherry groaned. I'm the man of the house. You want it badly. You just have to ask.

"Yes," I hissed, surrendering to the fantasy, too horny to care. I needed to be fucked like Sara was. I needed to be pounded.

I pumped the dildo in and out of my pussy so fast. My wet cunt churned to a froth. I could hear the naughty sounds, savoring them. My bed creaked as I shifted my hips, fucking into my imaginary little brother's strokes. My tits bounded before me.

I stared at my waving nipples, licking my lips. My free hand grabbed my left tit and brought the fat nub to my lips. I sucked on it hard. Tingling pleasure raced through my body straight to my pussy. I groaned, clenching down on it as I squirmed and groaned.

That's so hot. I love watching you suck your own nipple, Cherry groaned to me. You are so sexy. So hot.

My pussy clenched on the dildo hard. My snatch drank in the friction of it reaming in and out of me. I trembled, pumping faster and faster, driven wild by my need to explode. My eyes fluttered. I moaned and gasped. I shuddered, my hips writhing back and forth. My head tossed. It was so good. So damned amazing.

I would cum. I would explode on Cherry's cock.

Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Cherry, I moaned in my mind, sucking harder on my nipple. The nub ached so badly.

I bet it would feel amazing if Cherry sucked on my nipple.

I fucked my hips into my thrusting dildo. I pounded my count. I drove it so deep, so hard. I savored every moment of it as the pleasure built and built. The bedsprings still creaked, Sara screaming her head off.

"I'm cumming!" girlish Sara gasped. "Drink it all! Oh, yes! Oh, that's so amazing!"

"Yes, Princess," growled Cherry. "You're so beautiful when you cum!"

"Cum in me," the throatier, adult Sara moaned. "Flood my pussy! Give it to me, Cherry! Breed me!"

My nipple popped out of my mouth. "Yes!"

I came so hard with my brother and cousin. I moaned, wishing it was Cherry's cock in me, flooding my pussy with his cum, breeding me the way I wanted Daddy to breed me. The man of the house... I wanted Cherry so badly.

I bucked and spasmed on the bed. My head tossed back and forth as my pussy spasmed about the dildo, wishing it was his cock, wanting to milk the cum out of his balls. I groaned as my pleasure peaked in me.

Then I collapsed, gasping for breath, my body buzzing with rapture.

My eyes shot open. "What the fuck!"

I ripped the dildo out of me, shuddering in disgust. I just masturbated wishing my little brother would fuck me. I felt so dirty. What was wrong with me? Dad was one thing. He was a sexy stud. He was always so strong, so loving, as I grew up. I saw him with Mom, seeing how he made her smile, and I wanted to smile like that.

But Cherry was a boy. Just because Sara was dumb enough to settle for a child, didn't mean I should.

And I was Lesbian. I loved pussy. I wasn't into guys at all. Hadn't thought about another man beside Dad since Nabha. I loved her. She was my girlfriend.

I rolled out of bed, struggling to breathe. What the fuck was wrong with me? The bedsprings still squeaked above.

"Oh, you're cumming so much in me," Sara moaned, so throaty, so adult.

I wished I could squeeze my ears shut. I didn't need to hear my little brother fucking our cousin. I didn't need to masturbate to it, to have him confuse me. This was all Mom's fucking fault. Her dumb talk last night.

I shuddered, feeling so dirty. I masturbated to my little brother. I came hard like a freak.

I grabbed the first clothing I could, pulling on tight shorts and a top that clung to my large breasts. Then I bolted out of the room, frantically texting Nabha: "Freaking out. Coming over. Need to talk."

I headed down the stairs and almost crashed into Janhvi. Who was cleaning. She had the swifter in hand, sweeping it across the hardwood floors. She was an athletic girl, slim with a pixyish bob of black hair about her mischievous face. She wore an apron--a fucking apron--as she pushed the swifter back and forth, gathering the dust.

"Hey, Nidhhi," my eighteen-year-old cousin grinned at me.

What the fuck was going on? What had Cherry done to our family?

I didn't say a word as I bolted outside where my car waited.

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Ananya

I fell forward onto Sara's body, her tongue still nuzzling at my pussy. I shuddered, squirming, my body buzzing from the wonderful orgasm she gave me while Cherry fucked her hard. I rested my head on her pubic mound, her shaved landing strip tickling my cheek. I stared at Cherry's dick buried into her cunt.

"Damn," he grunted. "Damn, that was good."

"It was," Sara moaned as Cherry pulled his dick out.

I giggled and leaned down, licking at my big sister's pussy, tasting her sweet pussy and my big brother's salty cum. Her pussy lips gaped open from her pounding. Cherry had fucked her so hard. She had squealed into my pussy.

Which made me cum.

I pushed up my glasses as I nuzzled, my pigtails spilling about her thighs. I probed my tongue into her folds, making her shudder beneath me. Her fingers dug into the cheeks of my ass. Oh, she tasted so wonderfully sweet and delicious. I nuzzled and lapped, just adoring the incestuous combinations.

"Cupcake," Sara moaned. "Oh, stop. My pussy's too sensitive."

"Oh, but it's full of so much yummy cream," I pouted in my girlish voice.

"Just give me a kiss," Sara moaned. "Come cuddle with me, Cupcake."

"Yes, big sister," I smiled, eager to be a good girl and obey my big brother and big sister. I was almost their little girl.

It was so naughty.

I turned around and settled down on her, my nonexistent tits--just little, budding mounds--pressed into Sara's nice, round tits. Everyone in the family, even Janhvi, had tits. I was eighteen and despaired over ever having them.

But Cherry liked how girlish they made me look. And with my shaved pussy, I was even more girlish. Young, innocent, and taboo. His little sister that he could play with. His cute princess he had to love and treasure.

And discipline when I was naughty.

I nuzzled into Sara's lips. Her blonde hair spread about the bed, her hazel eyes glossy. Our lips met. I gave her quick kisses, giggling between them as I wiggled on her body. Cherry still knelt between our legs. I could feel his eyes on us.

So I spread my legs wide, flashing my pussy at him. I wasn't shy about it any longer. He had taken my virginity. He had loved me. I was special. Sara and I were the two women he loved loved. Not just sister love or mother love. Or sex slave love. I giggled again, kissing my half-sister harder and harder.

"Well, my Princess and my Queen writhing together," Cherry said. "What a naughty sight."

"We're tribbing," I giggled, undulating my hips and brushing my clit against Sara's.

She gasped, eyes fluttering. "Where did you learn that word, Cupcake?"

"Pretty naughty word for my little princess to know," Cherry added, stroking up and down my thighs.

"I was looking up sex words while you two were sleeping in," I said.

"Oh, that's what you were doing on my computer?" Cherry asked. His hands moved higher, grabbing my butt-cheeks. "What other naughty words did you learn?"

"Creampie," I said. "Which was yummy. I wanted to lick big sister clean of all her cum."

"But Cherry fucked me so hard, and made me cum so hard, I was just too sensitive," Sara grinned. "Maybe next time."

"What else?" Cherry asked, his voice so throaty, his strong fingers pulling apart my butt-cheeks.

"Spit-roasting, but we would need another guy for that. So, eww."

"Sara could wear a strap-on," he said, massaging my butt. It made me squirm, humping my clit into Sara's. "And I could ram my dick into your mouth."

"Kinky," laughed Sara. "I like it."

"Well, you are a perv."

I giggled. "Yep, you are, big sister."

"Uh-huh, and what other things did you learn, Cupcake." She nuzzled her nose against mine, my glasses bumping her cheeks.

"Pearl necklaces, fisting, prostate stimulation, felching, sensory play, and rimming."

"Rimming, huh?" Cherry asked, his thumbs pulling my butt-cheeks apart. "Like this."

I gasped as Cherry's tongue licked through my butt-crack and found my sphincter. He swirled around it, making me tremble atop Sara's body. My nipples brushed hers, and my clit tingled as it humped against her pussy.

"Big brother," I gasped. "Oh, you're making me feel all naughty down there."

"In your cute asshole?" he asked between his licks.

"Yes," I groaned.

Sara nuzzled her nose against mine again. "You know why he's licking your asshole, Cupcake?"

"Because he's a perv?" I giggled.

"Because he wants to fuck your tight asshole."

My eyes widened. "What?"

"Time to lose your anal cherry, Cupcake."

"Yes, Princess," he groaned. "I want that ass."

"But..." I bit my lip. "Won't it hurt?"

"You'll love it, Princess. Sara did. And so did Janhvi."

"But..."

"Princess," his voice stern. "I won't hurt you. So you will be a good girl. Relax, and you will enjoy it."

"You'll cum so hard, Cupcake." Sara gave me a smacking kiss on the lips. "I promise."

"Okay," I said, my stomach twisting, then I gasped. Cherry licked harder at my asshole.

It did feel nice, feeling his tongue swirl about my sphincter, teasing it, making me squirm and shiver on Sara's soft body. Her hands stroked my back as she gave me kisses. Her tongue fluttered against mine. I moaned into them, relaxing, soothed by her touch and Cherry's licking.

My big brother's tongue felt nice as it pressed on my sphincter. Weird but nice. He pressed into my bowels, licking around. I gasped, my little pussy clenching at the sensations he churned. He probed his tongue in deep, swirling around.

And then his fingers found my shaved pussy.

"Someone's dripping wet," Cherry grinned. I gasped into Sara's lips as he thrust two fingers into my depths. "Wet and juicy. You're just begging for this, aren't you, Princess?"

I moaned against Sara's lips, too scared to break the kiss.

"Yes, you are." His fingers wiggled in me. And then he pulled them out. They had to be so gooey with my juices.

He licked at my sphincter a final time before bringing his pussy-coated fingers to my asshole. He rubbed on my sphincter and then pressed in. I groaned, my eyes widening as he intruded into my bowels. I groaned and shivered. I wiggled as he wormed in deeper and deeper into my bowels.

His finger went so deep into me. A strange, burning pleasure radiated from my bowels. I squirmed more and more on Sara, grinding our clits together as I moaned into her lips. Cherry's lips kissed at my butt-cheeks, sometimes biting as he pumped his finger in and out of my bowels.

Then he ripped it free and shoved it back into my pussy.

"Oh, such a juicy cunt and a tight ass, Princess. I'm going to love fucking your bowels. And so are you."

I broke the kiss. "Maybe. But it's so straaaange!"

The last word elongated as his pussy-lubed finger jabbed into my asshole. I trembled on Sara as it probed deep into me. Then his digit fucked in and out while Cherry licked at my sphincter around his finger, making me quiver.

"Isn't that so dirty though, big brother?"

"You taste good," Cherry groaned. "This sour flavor."

"Yes," Sara nodded. "I can't wait to eat your ass out, Cupcake."

"I think I would--" My eyes widened. "Big brother!"

"What did he do?" Sara asked.

"Two fingers," I groaned, my voice thick and throaty. "He thrust two fingers into my asshole. Oh, wow. Oh, that's nice."

Cherry's two fingers pumped in and out faster and faster, stretching my asshole, getting me ready for his dick. He didn't do this for Janhvi. He just ripped his cock out of her pussy and fucked her cherry ass. But she was a humiliation and pain slut. That was what she loved.

And what I loved was being his little sister, being Anupamapered and cared for by my big, strong brother. Maybe Cherry loved us all in the ways we needed to be loved. And Sara and I needed that added romantic love, not just the carnal sex and passion.

"You're amazing, big brother," I moaned, my bowels clenching on his fingers. "Wonderful."

"I know," he said, so cocky and confident.

"Finger her asshole," moaned my big sister. "I want you to pound her, Cherry."

"You want me?" Cherry asked, voice stern. Sometimes Sara forgot he was in charge.

"You'll love it," she giggled. "And you want to do it. I want you to do it. So do it, Cherry. Fuck her. Pound her ass. She needs it."

"I do, big brother," I moaned in my most girlish voice. "So badly. My pussy is so wet and tingly. And my butthole is so hot. Please, big brother. I need it. I'm so ready for your cock."

"You sound ready," he groaned, ripping out his fingers.

He moved up my body, his arms planting on either side of us. I could feel the heat of his body. His muscular stomach brushed my ass and then his dick found my pussy. I gasped as he thrust into my wet depths.

"Big brother," I whined. "You're supposed to do it in my butt. Not my cunny."

"I want to be nice and wet for your ass," he groaned. "And you are such a naughty princess. Your pussy is dripping juices."

"Cupcake's a perv," Sara said.

I giggled, my hips wiggling, pressing my clit on hers at the same time I savored Cherry's girth in me.

Oh, he was so big. So thick. I loved it. I wanted him to fuck me so hard. To just pound me and make me explode. But I also wanted to feel him in my butt. His fingers felt so naughty in there. I bet his dick would be even better.

"Please, big brother," I moaned, wiggling my hips, clenching my pussy on his dick. "Do it in my butt."

"But your pussy feels so good," he groaned. "And the way you wiggle your hips. You sure you don't want me to fuck your pussy?" He drew back and slammed in, pressing me against Sara.

"Yes!"

"You want me to fuck your pussy, Princess?"

"No, I mean! I want you to do it in my butt. Please, big brother. You got me all relaxed and lubed. Your fingers felt so naughty. Please, please, please."

He groaned, pulling his cock out of my pussy. "You're so cute when you beg. I just want to spoil you."

Sara's hands grabbed my butt-cheeks, parting them. "Fuck her, Cherry. Fuck our cute princess. Our little sister needs it."

"I do," I begged.

And then his cock touched my asshole, so thick and wet and hard. He was bigger than his fingers. A shiver of fear washed through me as he pressed on my sphincter. I clenched, panicking. What if he hurt me?

"Relax, Princess," Cherry groaned.

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Cherry

Ananya's asshole was still clenched tight. She looked over her shoulder at me, her pigtails shifting. Her eyes were so wide behind her glasses. She was so cute, her lower lip quivering in fear as I pressed on her sphincter with my big dick.

"I will never hurt you, Princess. Relax."

"Yes, big brother," she said, her voice throaty.

"He never will," Sara whispered. "Your big brother loves you."

Ananya's asshole relaxed.

I pressed forward. The tight sphincter gave way to my cock. I groaned as I slid deeper and deeper into her asshole. Her bowels engulfed my dick. She was so tight. My body shivered as the pleasure raced up my dick. My hands clenched on the sheets as I drove deeper and deeper, sandwiching Ananya with Sara.

I groaned when my groin pressed into her butt-cheeks. I felt Sara's fingers, holding Ananya's asscheeks apart, pressing into my flesh. My balls rested on Ananya's taint. I drew up my hips, the friction burning on my dick.

And thrust.

"Oh, fuck," Sara gasped, her hazel eyes snapping wide open as she stared up. "Oh, fuck, you're pressing her right into my clit."

"Good," I grinned as I savored the tight, hot friction engulfing my dick. "I want you to enjoy it. I want you to cum, too."

"Damn, I love you."

"Me, too, big brother," Ananya gasped, her voice so throaty. "Oh, big sister, he's so huge. I can't believe it. I took him in my butt."

"Yes, you did, Cupcake."

I grunted, Ananya's ass relaxing more and more, stretching around my dick. Her pussy juices lubed the way, letting me fuck her bowels faster and faster. My balls ached. They smacked over and over into Ananya's taint.

My little sister made the cutest mewling sounds every time I drove into her asshole. She squirmed beneath us, grinding her clit on Sara's. Her face contorted with pleasure, savoring Ananya's body. My blonde half-sister's hands roamed our little sister's back.

"Fuck her," she moaned, licking her lips. "Fuck her ass so hard. She loves it."

"I do, big brother. Your cock is making me feel all naughty and tingly in my bottom. Oh, yes! You're fucking my butt!"

"I am," I groaned. "And it's so tight, Princess. I love fucking your ass."

"Yes, yes, yes," Sara gasped. "Pound her. Make her cum! Make us both cum, stud!"

"Big brother is a stud!" gasped Ananya, screaming as loud as she could.

I hoped Nidhhi enjoyed the show. Her room was right beneath mine. I wanted her to hear me fuck Sara and Ananya, to let her realize I knew how to please women. I hoped she was masturbating right now, gasping and cumming, seeing me not as her little brother.

But as a man.

I grunted, picking up my pace, fucking Ananya as hard as I could, savoring her tight bowels. I loved how she gasped and squeaked and grunted as I slammed into her asshole over and over. My balls thwacked against her flesh. She gasped and shuddered beneath me.

The friction made my balls boil. Another load of cum built and built in their depths. I shuddered, the bed creaking so loudly as I fucked her. Sara gasped out her pleasure as she humped back, savoring her clit grinding into Ananya's.

"Oh, your clitty feels so good on mine," Ananya moaned. "Almost as good as big brother's cock."

"Yes, yes, yes, Cupcake," Sara moaned. "Keep pounding her, Cherry! Make her cum!"

"I'm so close," Ananya gasped. "Oh, I can't believe this. I'm going to cum with big brother's dick in my bottom."

"Yes," I growled and drove my dick deep into her bowels, fucking her so hard. My arms grew sore holding up my weight. I didn't care. I ignored it, pleasure racing through my body.

"Big brother!" Ananya squeaked.

Her bowels spasmed about my dick. I groaned, savoring the wonderful spasm of her asshole writhing about my dick. My eyes rolled back into my head. I growled out my pleasure. The cum spurted out of my dick. It flooded her bowels. Thick, hot, creamy jizz splattering into the depths of Ananya's asshole.

I shuddered, my body heaving. My back arched as I savored her spasming bowels. It was heavenly. My cum flooded my little sister's asshole. I grunted with each blast. The pleasure peaked in me. And then it was over.

"Fuck," I panted, rolling off of her, my cock plopping out of her asshole.

"Yes, yes, yes," Sara squealed. "Oh, yes, keep grinding on my clit, Ananya. I... Yes, Cupcake!"

Sara thrashed as she orgasm, clutching to Ananya. She looked so tiny on Sara even though there wasn't much difference in their height. But Ananya's pigtails made her seem so girlish. Her passion squeaking mewls instead of Sara's throaty moans.

"Damn, that was good," I said, rolling off the bed and sinking into the computer chair. I grabbed my phone and sent out a group text to all my women.

A moment later, Janhvi texted back. "She didn't stay for the entire performance. She bolted out before you started on Ananya's ass. Boy, she screamed so loud. Heard her on the first floor when you buggered her, Master."

"Damn," I panted, reading Janhvi's text. "Nidhhi left the house before I broke in your ass, Princess."

My phone chirped again. Another text from Janhvi. "But Nidhhi was freaked out and disheveled. I heard her moaning, too. Masturbating while you were fucking Sara. You turned her on, Master."

"That's good, Sir," came the text from Mom. "Means it's working."

Sara held up her phone, reading the answers while Ananya just snuggled on top of her. "Good," Sara texted, "she needs to be so wet for Cherry."

I nodded my head and sent one more text.

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Shruti

I darted up the stairs, my naked tits bouncing before me. I felt like such a young girl as I burst into Cherry's attic bedroom. My Master had summoned me with his final text. I licked my lips as he pushed back his computer chair from his desk.

I crawled beneath it, turned around. It was cramped as he slid back in. But I didn't care. I had been summoned to please my master. I licked at his dick, nuzzling against his shaft, savoring my niece's sour ass on it. I had to clean his dick, suck off all of Ananya's asshole.

It was so wonderfully humiliating.

Cherry typed on his keyboard, ignoring me. I was just an object. A thing to clean his dick. My pussy clenched. I savored it. My tongue traveled up his dick, swirling about the crown of his cock before engulfing the tip and sucking hard. I loved that sour flavor of ass.

Cherry grunted, his dick throbbing hard in my mouth.

"What're you doing, Cherry?" Sara asked, her voice thick with satisfaction. My eldest daughter didn't even acknowledged my presence. I was just an object to her, too.

God, my pussy was on fire. I wanted to masturbate, but I had to clean my Master's dick.

"Job search," Cherry said. "I'm the man of the house. I need to start contributing. Nidhhi and Mom and Aunt Slut can't do it all."

Aunt Slut. My pussy clenched again. Juices dripped down my thighs. I was the coolest aunt ever. What other aunt would suck her nephew's cock clean of her niece's ass?

None.

"That's a good idea," Sara said. "Maybe I should get one, too. And Janhvi. That girl has too much energy."

"Something dirty for her," Ananya giggled.

"We could have her sell her ass on the street corner," Sara suggested jokingly.

"Only I get to fuck her slutty cunt," Cherry growled. "I own that brat."

I shivered at how strong he was. I sucked harder, bobbing my mouth up and down on his dick. His computer mouse clicked as he browsed the internet, his dick throbbing in my mouth. Salty precum joined the taste of Ananya's sour asshole.

"Well, here's a job. The Drugstore's hiring for a few part-time employees," Cherry said. "That's close to here."

"Isn't that the place owned by Anupama's mother?"

My eyes widened. Anupama was my treat for Cherry. Yesterday, after the debate tournament--in addition to teaching history, I coached the debate team that Anupama was a member--I had seduced her, licked her pussy, and told her to suck Cherry's cock at school tomorrow.

I think she would do it. Cherry, like his father, had a thing for Mallus. And I wanted to be the coolest aunt ever.

"I think so," Cherry answered.

"Oh, so you want a crack at Anupama's ass?" Sara asked.

"Jealous?" Cherry asked.

"Only if you don't share," Sara said.

Ananya giggled.

"I'll share with you, Sara," Cherry said. "If you remember who's in charge."

"You are," my daughter breathed. "You can fuck all the girls you want, Cherry. You can do anything. I'll do anything for you."

"Strip naked in the middle of school?"

"Yes," Sara breathed. "Oh, yes, I would."

Cherry's dick throbbed even harder as he typed. "I'm sending in applications for the both us and Janhvi. Maybe we can talk to Anupama, get her to put in a good word with her mom."

"And then you can fuck her," Sara moaned.

Without warning, Cherry's dick erupted into my mouth. Hot, salty cum flooded me. I shuddered, gulping down all the warm, delicious spunk. I shivered as it swirled about my mouth. Then I swallowed my nephew's jizz.

I loved being his sex slave.

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Nidhhi

Nabha answered the door wearing only a long shirt she slept in, her face bleary. I had sped the entire way here. "What is it, Yunie?" she asked as she stared at me, using her nickname for me. "Huh? You can tell me. What's got my unicorn so panicked?"

"Fuck me, Dandi," I groaned, using my nickname for her. We had called each other Dandelion and Unicorn, shortened to Dandi and Yunie, since we were kids. We even had the inspirations for our names tattooed on our pubic mounds.

I loved kissing her dandelion above her pussy.

"Fuck me right now."

"What?" she blinked as I burst into the house. "Yunie?"

I seized her hand and dragged her to her bedroom. "Your family not in home, right?"

She nodded her head.

"Good."

I threw open the door to her bedroom and kissed her hard as I walked us to her bed. My tongue danced with hers. Then I shoved her down on the bed. She fell in a curtain of fiery hair. She blinked, shaking her head.

"Yunie, what's wrong?"

"Take off that shirt," I told her, ripping open her panty drawer and snagging the red, gel double-headed dildo. It wiggled as I picked it up. "Then get on your hands and knees. I need to fuck."

You. My girlfriend. I was a lesbian. I didn't want Cherry.

"Okay," she said, pulling off her nightshirt, revealing those round tits, pierced nipples, and the golden dandelion tattooed on her shaved pubic mound right above her pussy. My sweet Dandi. I loved her.

I didn't need Cherry when I had her. Right?

I peeled off my shirt and shorts in record time as she rolled onto her hands and knees. Her shaved pussy peeked out between her thighs as I knelt on the bed. I leaned in, nuzzling at her pussy, licking, stimulating her, getting her wet.

I savored her tangy pussy as my tongue delved into her folds. She shivered, her butt-clenching as she wiggled back into me. I licked again and again, getting her wetter and wetter. Her juices flowed as she nuzzled at her clit, sucking hard on the nub.

Then I shoved one end of the double-headed dildo into her snatch.

"Yunie!" she gasped as I drove it in deep.

"I love you, Dandi," I moaned as I knelt facing away from her. I brought the other end of the dildo to my pussy. It was ribbed, the wonderful bumps sliding into my snatch, stimulating me.

Cherry could never give me this pleasure. Only Nabha.

My fingers clawed at the sheets as I rocked back, my ass pumping into hers, the dildo sliding in and out of my pussy. The bed creaked as she rocked back, our butts smacking together over and over as my tits dangled beneath me.

I groaned, the pleasure shivering through me. Sometimes the dildo pumped in and out of my cunt, other times my sex gripped it hard, keeping it from sliding much as I worked it in and out of her pussy. Either way, it stirred through my depths, stimulating my snatch, sending pleasure shooting through me.

"Oh, yes, Yunie," Nabha moaned. "I love it. Fuck my pussy. Keep rocking back. I want to cum so hard."

"Yes, yes, yes," I hissed, rocking back into her, my head tossing back and forth as the pleasure churned in my cunt. "I love it. I'm going to cum so hard."

"You're possessed," she gasped. "God, Yunie, you're fucking me so hard."

"I just want to make you cum so hard, Dandi! So hard!"

"This will do it! Churn my cunt!"

The pleasure built in me as we rocked back. I savored our butt-cheeks meeting, clapping together, the dildo driven deep into both our cunts, only an inch or two thrusting out. Then we rocked apart, the dildo moving, sliding, stimulating with its ribs.

Before we rocked back together and buried the toy into each other.

Over and over we fucked each other. Our hips rocked back faster and faster. The bed creaked. We both moaned, singing out our joy, letting it echo through the room as we pleasured each other. As we drove each other closer and closer to our orgasms. To that wonderful, gasping moment of pure release as we shuddered and came on the same dildo.

We shared this pleasure. It united us. I didn't need Cherry. He could fuck Sara. I had Nabha.

I didn't need his muscular body. I didn't need his strong hands cupping my tits. I didn't need his hard cock ramming into my body as his weight lay atop me. I didn't need any of that when I had Nabha and all our toys.

The pleasure built and built. My head snapped back. "Dandi!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "Cum with me, Yunie! Let's explode! I want to cum with you, my sexy unicorn."

"My naughty dandelion," I moaned. "So sweet. So lovely! Yes!"

We screamed out together. My pussy spasmed on the dildo as we drove our hips back, our butts smacking hard together. The rubbery toy buried into both our cunts. I savored the pleasure rushing through me. The bliss that I truly craved, available only from my girlfriend. I held onto it for as long as I could.

And then it retreated.

I collapsed onto her bed. The dildo slid out of my pussy as Nabha groaned. Then she was behind me, hugging me, holding me, her round breasts pressing in my back. She was so soft and sweet. The opposite of Cherry.

"What's wrong, Yunie?" she asked.

"I...I masturbated to Cherry this morning," I gasped. "I...I wanted to fuck him."

To be continued...

 

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Man of the House Chapter 10: Big Sis Plays with Her Toys

Shriya

"Hi, Mom," my eldest daughter said, her face pale, her posture stiffening. "About what?"

Nidhhi thought she was in trouble. And why not? It was after 3 AM, and she was just now getting home from her work at Dairy Queen. What had she been up to after her shift ended? I had fallen asJanhvip waiting for her to get home and begin her seduction into Cherry's harem. I sat in my bathrobe, naked beneath, wishing I was upstairs in bed with my sister and my niece, Janhvi. Tonight, Cherry shared his bedroom with Sara and Ananya. My youngest was super excited, acting like it was a sleepover, spreading bedding on the floor of his room for them to sleep on.

It was so cute.

No, I need to focus on Nidhhi. My eldest daughter was twenty. She could be out late on a Saturday night if she wanted. She was an adult. She didn't have college tomorrow. I breathed in, frowning. She smelled like body spray and perfume. A lot of it. Almost like a cheap whorehouse. Probably trying to mask the smell of French fry grease.

"Come sit beside me," I told her, patting the couch. Part of me, the motherly part, wanted to pry into what had her acting guilty. Did she hook up with a boy after work? She never really dated, too hung up on her crush on her daddy. Now that Chandu was dead, she might finally be ready to date again.

Or yearn for another man of the house.

"It's late, Mom," Nidhhi complained, sitting down, her brassy hair bouncing about her shoulders along with her impressive breasts. She still dressed like a teasing slut, still trying to attract her father's attention.

But she had only attracted her brother's. My poor Master had to masturbate so many times because of his older sister. It used to make me giggle every time he would make an excuse to go to his room after seeing his sister in another pair of shorts molding to her body, showing off her cameltoe. Nidhhi did not believe in underwear of any sort.

"It's never too late to talk to your mother," I told her. It was hard being so commanding. It wasn't my nature, but being a parent required it. And a sex slave. I had to help my dominating son claim all the women of the family.

And Nidhhi was the last one. The hardest. The least submissive. The most dismissive. She still saw Cherry as a boy. A Squirt.

"What is this about, Mom?" She tensed again, hands folded before her.

I fought a yawn as I leaned back. The robe wasn't belted tightly. It parted, and I caught her eyes glancing at my half-exposed breasts. They were large and pillowy, just a little bigger than Nidhhi's. She shifted. So she was bisexual or bicurious. That would make things easier. Maybe it wasn't only Daddy's attention she wanted.

But Mommy's.

"How are you doing?" I asked her. "You're out so late. Working hard?"

"We need the money, Mom," she said. "I'll have more when I get **censored** next week."

I nodded my head. "That's not what I meant. I feel like we haven't talked since..."

"Dad died?" She folded her arms, leaning back. "Well, that's been hard. You've kinda..."

"Checked out." I smiled at her. "Drank a little too much wine." Oh, god, I wanted wine right now. But Cherry forbade me to buy any at the store today. No, yesterday. It happened yesterday now. There was none in the house. Just a single glass would make this so much easier. "I've been a bad mom, I know. It's just..."

"You miss him." Nidhhi relaxed. "I miss him, too. But he's gone and... And we just have to move on with life."

I swallowed, my throat pained. I cleared it. I really could use something to drink, even water. "And it must have been hard on you."

"It was hard on everyone," Nidhhi snorted. "Ananya vanished into her room, Janhvi thought she could do whatever the fuck...fudge she wanted, and Cherry... Cherry thinks he has to be a man now."

"He's nineteen. That makes him a man."

Nidhhi rolled her eyes. "The Squirt doesn't have the balls to be a man."

"He spanked Janhvi today, and made her clean up her mess."

My daughter blinked her dark eyes.

I leaned forward, feeling my breasts shift beneath the cloth, wanting to spill out of the half-open robe. "He's a lot like your father. Looks like him, just as strong, dominating. He's putting everything to order. He just had to figure out how to do it."

"Sara's doing, right?" Nidhhi said. "Gave him...encouragement."

I nodded my head. "I think so. But Ananya's opening up, and Janhvi's learning she can't be a brat any longer." I laughed. "I cooked dinner tonight. It was nice. We ate as a family. Aunt Shruti was there. We even watched a movie. We missed you."

"I was working." She folded her arms again, pulling back.

"And you're still hurting, sweetie. You still miss him. And that's okay. I understand. It's normal for a girl to fall in love with the man of the house."

Nidhhi stiffened. Her face paled.

"He told me. After you tried your seduction."

"Oh, god." Nidhhi's breathing quickened.

I scooted closer to her on the couch, patting her thigh. "Honey, it's okay. It's perfectly normal for a girl to have a crush on the man of the house. To dress sexy for him, to try to seduce him with her budding wiles. He was flattered. And I see you still dress sexy for the man of the house. You're still aching to be taken by him. And that's okay, honey. It's perfectly natural."

"God, Mom," Nidhhi said. "I tried to seduce Dad, and you're okay with it?"

"Oh, honey, of course I am. I love you. And wanting to please the man of the house is something I understand. A strong man, taking charge..." A shiver ran through me. Cherry was so strong. My son knew how to treat his Mommy-slut. My pussy itched. I rubbed my thighs together. "So there's nothing wrong with desiring the man of the house.

"Even if he's your brother."

Nidhhi blinked. "What? I thought we were talking about Dad."

"We were. But there's a new man of the house." I grinned at her, stroking her thigh. "And the way you dress... He notices. He appreciates."

"I don't dress this way for Squirt," she spluttered. "I mean, gross. He's my little brother."

"Who's grown into a man." I stood up, wrapping my robe tight about my naked body. "When you're ready to let your father go and move on to other men, I will support you. No matter who you might choose."

And then I swept out of the room, letting those thoughts percolate in her head, letting her think of Cherry and her father in the same way. To open her eyes that her brother wasn't a boy any longer. That he grew up, too, and could give her what she wanted from her father.

Chandu turned her down two years ago for a simple reason: he wanted his daughters to be Cherry's. Nidhhi, Sara, Ananya, and Janhvi. All for his son. "I had two sisters to love," Chandu once told me as he watched Cherry and Sara play in the backyard when they were at that transition into gangly tweens. "He could have four."

He sounded so hopeful, so proud of his son. And I would see my husband and Master's dream come true. I would make sure my son had all of his sisters to love.

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Chapter 11:Virgin Gift

Nidhhi

My girlfriend, Nabha, held me from behind, her round breasts pressed into my back as I shuddered. The words choked out of my mouth, admitting that I had masturbated this morning to my little brother. The Squirt. I couldn't be attracted to him. I was Lesbian.

Right?

I mean, yes, I once wanted to sJanhvip with my dad, but what girl didn't have a crush on the strong, hunky man who raised her? At eighteen, I had tried to seduce him, and it had backfired. He rejected me, gently, and I fled to my best friend Nabha to cry.

And she showed me who I truly was. She seduced me, made love to me, took my cherry with her fingers. We made such sweet passion. For two years, we had been lovers. Everyone thought we were just close friends. So I couldn't like Cherry. He was just my little brother. That annoying boy who swaggered around thinking he was a man. Just because our cousin, Sara, had no taste in men and let Cherry stick his small dick in her didn't mean I should.

"You masturbated to Cherry?" Nabha said, and I could hear the amusement in her voice. "And that has you freaked out?"

"Yes, Dandi," I said, shivering. Dandi was my private nickname for her. Since kids, we had called each other Dandi and Yunie. "He's my little brother. How can I find Squirt attractive? He's so annoying."

"He's cute," Nabha giggled. "Growing strong. Looks a lot like your dad."

"Dandi," I groaned. "You can't think he's cute."

"Sure I can." Her hand stroked up and cupped my breast. She nuzzled into my neck. "He's always looking at you. Mmm, the way you dress to tease him."

"I don't dress to tease him," I protested. "I just like tight clothing."

"With that sexy cameltoe. Yum. He wants you so bad." She squeezed my tit. They were almost as big as Mom's. Maybe even the same size. "He wants to cup these tits and lick that delicious cameltoe."

I squirmed. "What are you saying?"

"That you dress like you're still trying to get your dad to seduce you. You never gave up on it."

"I did. I'm a lesbian now." I rolled over, my tits pressing into hers, her nipples rings nudging my hard nubs. I stared into her eyes. "I dress this way for you."

Nabha giggled. "Oh, Nidhhi, you first dressed like this for your dad. And you still do it. It's been six months since he passed. I think you dress this way for Cherry."

"The Squirt?"

"Yeah." She rolled her eyes. "You're not Lesbian, Nidhhi. You're bi. Like me. Why do you think we work at a strip club?"

"For the money," I blinked. "Because dumb men are stupid enough to shower us with money just hoping we might break the rules and fuck them."

"Because we like their attention. Oh, Yunie, don't you see that? We're exhibitionist. We get off on shaking our tight asses and tits for them. Yeah, we don't want to fuck those men, but we like them staring at us, lusting at us. You are so hot afterward. How late did you keep me up last night? The back seat of your car is cramped."

I blushed. "But... I love you."

"And I love my sweet unicorn." Her nose nuzzled mine then her lips kissed me, a quick peck. "But doesn't mean I don't think about boys. That I wouldn't love to finally fuck one. The right one."

"And who would that be?" My stomach squirmed. I didn't like this conversation at all. "Because I don't want to fuck any boy. Just you."

"And Cherry." She arched an eyebrow. "Mmm, he is cute. He's not your dad, but he's getting their. Give him a few more years and, damn, what a man he will make. I bet he would take me so hard. Oh, I am getting so wet just thinking about it."

"You're crazy," I gasped, rolling away from her. "He's Squirt. He's a boy. He's not my dad!"

I froze, shaking, my stomach twisting. He wasn't Dad. He thought he was, but he wasn't. Not even close. No matter what Mom or Nabha or Sara thought. It was just a fluke masturbating to him. I was all confused. I wanted Dad so badly. Tears blinked in my eyes. I shivered.

And then Nabha was hugging me, holding me. I clung to her, crying. Dad was dead. He wasn't coming back. And Cherry couldn't replace him. He just couldn't. He was just a boy.

A boy that made Sara scream her head off when she came. A boy that ate her pussy to orgasm and fucked her hard. A boy that had Janhvi cleaning, behaving. That had Mom singing his praises, saying he was the man of the house. Strong.

He was strong. Handsome, growing into a man. Maybe...

No! He was not Dad. He never would be Dad.

 

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Cherry

I held Ananya's hand as we walked to school Monday morning. A nervous energy buzzed through me as we strolled down the street to our college. I felt like Ananya's daddy taking her to school. She was so cute in her frilly, pink dress. Sara, strolling on my other side, wearing her classic jeans and a t-shirt that seemed two sizes too small, hugging her tight to show off her body. She was a tomboy. And outside of our houses, no one could know she was more than my cousin.

They couldn't know she was my half-sister and that I was fucking her. And they definitely couldn't know that I was fucking Ananya.

Janhvi walked behind us, or sometimes in front, bursting with so much energy as she darted back and forth. I could tell she was excited for her task today. I only wished I could be there to see it in person, but Ananya would record it for the entire family to watch later.

Nidhhi drove herself to school. She had left early. I saw her heading out, wearing her tightest clothing, her ass looking like a million bucks in her jeans, a cameltoe begging to be devoured, her tits bouncing in her halter top. She took one look at me, doe eyes widening. Then she bolted.

She was definitely coming around. I had to be patient with her. She was too strong-willed to be captured as easily as the other women of the family.

"PE is going to be so much fun," chortled Janhvi. "Right, Ananya?"

"Oh, yes." She squeezed my hand. "I can't wait. Your phone better have a full charge to capture it, cunt." Ananya was enjoying her ability to insult and degrade Janhvi.

"It does," Janhvi nodded, loving being insulted. She got off on degradation. She whipped her cell phone out of her pocket. "It's even off. I hope you can use it."

"Just because I don't own a smart phone doesn't me I don't know how to use one." Ananya glanced up at me, her face so cute. "Don't worry, big brother, I'll immortalize her task."

"Yes," Janhvi groaned.

Sara bumped her shoulder against me. We had several ways of showing our affection in public. Shoulder bumps, smiles, her punching me in the arm, her licking her lips--I can't do that one sexily. We had been kissing cousins for a while before Friday night when everything had changed.

"School is going to suck," Sara groaned. "I just want to be your girl and let everyone know it." She glanced at me. "Just say it. Tell me to take off my top in the middle of school. I'm not wearing a bra. Let everyone see you command me."

I wanted to, but there would be consequences. Janhvi might be in a lot of trouble for what I commanded her to do. I didn't want Sara to get in any. But I knew she wanted it. I glanced around, cars streaming by on their morning commute.

"Let me see those tits right now," I told her.

Sara didn't hesitate. She pulled up her blouse, her round tits spilling out, her nipples hardening into two dusky points. She shivered, holding them up for me, letting me drink them in. I squeezed Ananya's hand as I watched. Passing cars honked, getting an eyeful of barely legal tits.

Sara's hips shook. Her hair, braided, swayed about her back. I had a perfect, side-profile view of her round breasts, so firm and perky, her nipples hard. She could have turned to face me, but then her back would be to the street and no one could see those delicious tits.

"Do you think all the men are jealous that they can't touch these tits, Princess?" I asked, my dick hardening.

"Oh, yes, big brother," nodded Ananya. "Big sister has such beautiful tits."

"Top notch," nodded Janhvi. "Wish mine were as big."

"Thanks," Sara moaned, thighs rubbing together.

"And how wet are your panties?" I asked.

"So wet."

"Show them."

Sara let out an almost orgasmic groan. Her fingers shot to the fastener of her jeans. Her shirt bunched around the tops of her tits. She pushed her jeans down off her hips. They fell to her knees. She turned, showing off the blue panties she wore today, a narrow cut with a thin waistband, almost a thong. I could see her shaved pussy lips molding to the fabric and the dark stains spreading.

"Those look wet," I agreed. "Panties down, too. Let's see you glisten in the morning sunlight."

"Oh, god," she moaned, rolling her panties off her thighs. A line of juices connected her pussy and panties for a moment, a glistening, gossamer thread.

I groaned when it snapped.

She had a tight, flushed pussy. Juices gleamed. A trickle worked down her thigh. I breathed in her sweet musk. Cars honked more and more, staring at her exposed ass. They were all so envious, lusting after this sweet nineteen-year-old hottie.

And she was all mine.

"Okay. Better cover up before anyone see you."

"Yes!" she hissed, yanking down her blouse first before pulling up her panties and jeans. She snapped them close and zipped up, face flushed. "When we get to school, we have to find a place so I can blow you. You look so hard." She bumped my shoulder.

"So hard, big brother," Ananya nodded, licking her cute lips.

"Are you wet, Princess?"

"I'm soaked," Janhvi groaned.

"Wasn't talking to you, slut."

Janhvi beamed. She bounced on her heels, bursting with energy.

"My cunny is all tingly now, big brother. I'm getting so hot and wet."

I squeezed Ananya's hand, wanting to kiss my eighteen-year-old sister right here, right now.

But we had to get to school.

I was hard the entire way, and Janhvi was walking in front of me, wearing a skirt that left her legs bare. They were sexy legs. And she had a sexy ass. She kept bouncing, making her tits jiggle beneath the tight spaghetti strap halter top she wore. I was glad the warm weather was holding out so long into September to appreciate what she was showing.

Even if I had to readjust twice before we reached the school. And my first class was PE with Sara. I would have to stare at her in those tight athletic shorts and a tank top, plus the other girls in the class, particularly Anupama.I loved mallu girls, and they were petite.

"Damn, I'm just getting harder," I groaned as we reached the school. "We have to find a place on the way to PE."

Sara nodded her head. "It'll be a torture for you. Particularly with Anupama in the class."

"Good luck, Master," Janhvi said. "Do I have your permission to go to class?"

I nodded my head. Janhvi darted off. Then Ananya gave me a big smile. She hesitated for a moment, almost rising on her tiptoes, then she remembered herself and walked away, her backpack bouncing as she strode through the school, looking too young to be a freshman.

"There's the unisex bathroom," Sara said. "It has a lock."

"And everyone will see us go in there," I groaned. "We're early. We just have to be creative."

"Well..." Sara bit her lip. "Oh, why do we have to go to school. There should be a mandatory break. Doesn't everyone know what's happened with our family?"

"No. And they can't ever. Incest is illegal."

She shivered. "Doesn't that just make it--"

"Cherry," a shy voice said from behind him. "Can I speak with you and Sara?"

I frowned and turned to find Anupama, wearing a pleated, white skirt with red flowers and black tights covering her legs. Her hands were folded before her, color spotting the pale-olive of her cheeks, her head bowed. Submissive.

"Yeah?" I asked, my mouth watering.

"I..." She licked her lips. "I... That is, your aunt asked me to do something for you."

"Oh, what?" I blinked. What was my slutty Aunt Shruti up to? She was Sara and Janhvi's mother, and a humiliation slut like Janhvi.

"I..." She squirmed.

"Well?" Sara asked, a grin on her face. "What is it?"

Anupama looked around, her cheeks growing even darker, her squirming even worse. "This is so embarrassing." She took a deep breath. "She's been coaching me for debate. And... And she thinks... This will help with my...my confidence."

"I think you could use that," Cherry nodded.

"So...?" Anupama moved even closer, only inches apart. Other students walked past us. "So, can I blow you while Sara watches?"

"Oh, I get to watch," Sara smiled.

My dick almost erupted. I couldn't believe this was happening. "Yes," I groaned. "Yes, you can. We just need to find a place."

"I know one," she said. "Your aunt said we could use her classroom. It'll be empty and unlocked."

"Second floor," Sara and I said together.

I seized Anupama's hand, gripping hard. I wasn't letting her get away. "Come on."

She nodded her head, still bowed. It was so sexy, so submissive.

It was hard not to run through the halls to the classroom, but my dick ached and throbbed so badly. Anupama wanted to suck my cock. Aunt Shruti deserved a reward for this. My mom had mentioned once how she and her sister would procure girls for Dad to enjoy, gifts to him to show their love and affection.

"Damn, Mom really outdid herself," Sara groaned.

"Yes," I panted. We reached the stairs. My dick was iron. Steel. Adamantium.

I almost dragged Anupama up it in my haste, Sara keeping pace. She was clearly as excited as I was by this entire situation. Her cheeks were flushed red again. I bet her pussy grew hot, itching. We reached the second floor and walked down to Aunt Shruti's classroom.

I tuned the doorknob. It twisted.

I pushed through the door, pulling both of them in. Sara locked it behind her. The classroom was dark, the only light spilling in beneath the door jam and through the small window set in it. The blinds were pulled down, keeping out the sun. The sounds muted.

It was so private, our own dark world to play in.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before?" Sara asked.

Anupama shook her head.

"Licked a pussy?"

Anupama nodded.

My cock throbbed.

"Was it my mom's?" Sara's voice was so husky.

Anupama nodded.

"Oh, damn, Cherry." Sara shivered. "Anupama, didn't it make you curious why my mom would send you to blow her nephew while I watched?"

Anupama squirmed.

I cupped her chin. "You answer Sara. She's my main girl. You obey her like you obey me."

Anupama licked her lips. "It made me wet. I...I...I'm bi. I like you both. I've seen you kiss. It made me so wet. I wished..."

"God," I groaned. "You saw us? When."

"Two weeks ago. During PE. You were behind the portables. You had Sara pinned against the wall, kissing her so hard. I couldn't get it out of my mind. She's your cousin, and it was so hot."

"I'm his half-sister," Sara said. "Now how does that make you feel about us kissing?"

"Oh, wow," groaned Anupama. She trembled.

"And you're just a submissive, wet slut," I groaned. "Your panties must be soaked right now."

She nodded her head.

"Good. I want them soaked all day. No touching yourself. On your knees and start sucking. I want to cum in that mouth. But don't swallow. Hold it in your mouth." I took out my phone. "I want to capture it."

"Yes, Cherry, "Sara moaned, her jeans unsnapping.

I arched an eyebrow at her as she yanked them down, exposing those sexy, blue panties.

"May I masturbate?" she gasped, her panties coming down, her pussy exposed. She stroked her blonde landing strip. "Please, Cherry. I love you so much."

"I let you get away with too much," I groaned. I just loved indulging her and spoiling Ananya. They were the two I loved love. I cared for the other women, loved them, but they weren't the ones that made my heart beat faster, made me just want to hang out with them. "Masturbate."

"Thank you." Sara shoved her hands between her thighs and groaned.

Anupama fell to her knees, and I hit record on my phone. Her delicate fingers trembled as she undid my jeans and pulled down my zipper. She worked my pants down my hips, exposing my blue boxers, my cock tenting the front.

"You're so big," she whispered. "Bigger than I imagine."

"Then you masturbated to?" Sara asked.

Anupama nodded her head, pulling down my boxers. Her eyes widened as my dick spilled out before her face, the tip smacking her nose and sending a sharp jolt of pleasure up my cock. She licked her lips, staring at it. One hand wrapped about the base, stroking my dick. She trembled, drinking in the sight.

"The first dick you've ever seen?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "Outside of pictures in health class."

"And those cocks are pathetic," groaned Sara, juicy sounds coming from between her thighs. "You'll love his dick, Anupama. Trust me."

Anupama didn't answer. Instead, she licked at the underside of my dick, starting about the middle and heading towards the tip. She brushed the sensitive ring at the crown of my dick then across the spongy tip. I groaned. Her tongue lapped at the slit, gathering the beading precum.

She pulled her tongue in, savoring the taste, slanted eyes staring up at me as she shivered. Moaned. And then again she licked the tip of my cock. She swirled her tongue about it. Her lips brushed it. She sucked on the tip, bringing a groan from my lips.

"Yes, yes, yes," moaned Sara. "That's it. Suck his cock. That's my man's dick you're pleasing. You better make him cum so hard. He's dying for it."

"I am," I groaned, her mouth sliding up and down, sucking, bobbing, her cheeks hollowing as she worked her lips. She shifted her head, tongue swirling.

My cock was in Anupama's mouth. I couldn't believe it. If I wasn't in love with Sara, I would have asked Anupama out last year when I first met her. She was so sexy, so delicious. I aimed my smart phone at her, immortalizing her first blowjob, her first act of submission. I glanced back and forth from her face and the screen, making sure she was centered.

"Damn, you are sexy sucking cock," I groaned. "Mmm, you're my doll slut. My whore."

She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing.

"You like that?" I asked. "Does it make you wet when I call you those names? Or just when I say that you're mine?"

Anupama moaned about my dick, her hips wiggling. The humming bliss of her voice sent a shudder down my cock to my aching balls. My free hand seized her holding it as she worked her mouth up and down his cock.

Sara moaned in the background, fingers plunging into juicy twat. I loved her eyes on me, glad she was here. Aunt Shruti was right to include her. I wished only Ananya was here, too. And Janhvi. And my mom. And Aunt Shruti.

And Nidhhi.

I wanted all my women to see this moment, to know that other women outside our family submitted to me.

"Shit," I groaned, my body trembling, balls boiling. "Keep sucking that cock. I'm going to pump so much cum into your mouth. Sara got me so hard on the walk to school."

"I did. So hard. You should have made me blow you on the street, Cherry." Her head tossed back. "Oh, that would have been so hot."

Sara squealed out her orgasm, cumming hard. Her body shuddering. My balls ached. Her moans inflamed my lust. My cock throbbed in Anupama's sucking mouth. Her cheeks hollowed with her passion, with her need to taste my cum while her hand stroked my cock.

She wanted this. She wanted me. God, I could have had threesomes with her and Sara for weeks. For months. If only I had woken up to being a man sooner.

"Don't swallow or spit, slut," I grunted, my cum rising in my balls. "Get ready. This is what you wanted. Fuck!"

My cum boiled out of my balls. The pressure raced down my cock. That powerful surge of bliss shot through me. I grunted as my cum spurted into her hungry mouth. It splashed along her tonsils, bathing her mouth. She groaned, cheeks bulging as she sought to contain my load bursting into her mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes," hissed Sara. "You better not swallow a drop, slut!"

Anupama's hand squeezed my cock, stroking up it, getting out the last few drops. I still filmed her as she pulled her mouth off. She looked up at the camera, cheeks bright red, and then she opened her mouth, knowing what I wanted.

My cum swam around her tongue, pooling at her gullet.

"Fuck," I panted. "See that, Aunt Shruti? See what this slut did for me?" I stared at Anupama. "Swallow and tell my Aunt Slut just how much you enjoyed it."

Anupama closed her mouth, swallowing, shuddering as my cum slid down to her belly. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. Then she opened her mouth wide, proving it was all gone before saying, "I loved it. Professor Shruti. Your nephew's cum was so salty and yummy. I swallowed it all. Now I feel so confident."

I turned off the recording. "Damn, Anupama, I can't wait to pop your cherry." My fingers worked on my phone. I had an app that let me pull frames from video and save them as pics. "We're going to have fun tonight."

I attached the pics and hit send.

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