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I felt more and more like an intruder on a conversation that
shouldn't be happening in front of me. But I was too spellbound for
it to even occur to me to stand and leave. And at this point, it was
as though neither of the sisters even remembered that I was there.
Geetanjli, silent, stared at her hands, which were now folded in her
lap. At last, and quietly, she said, still looking down, " You could
have. You know? You could have. It would've been alright. I wanted
you, too. All that time, I wanted you, too."
She looked up, and the two sisters peered silently into each other's
eyes -- moving slowly, tentatively closer to each other, closer to a
kiss, their lips slightly open, quivering.
But it was at that moment that Radhika reappeared, and the two drew
quickly apart, the spell for now broken.
I broke the nervous silence. "You might have gotten dressed," I said
to our daughter. Her hair hung wet and still dripping, and she was
wrapped in a white terry towel.
"It's too hot to dress," Geetanjli said with a nervous smile,
looking at Radhika. "Sit down and join us."
Wordlessly, Radhika took a chair between her mother and myself and
sat down. Her mood seemed serious, even sullen; and that, combined
with the awkwardness of the moment, made the room seem suddenly and
uncomfortably quiet.
"Cheer up, sweetheart," I said, reaching to my left to gently raise
her chin with my hand.
"We need to talk," she said at last. "Or I need to, anyway."
"Do I need to leave?" Geetanjli said, setting down her drink. "I
mean, is this a family thing?"
"You are family, " said Radhika. "You need to hear this too."
We all sat silently, looking at her. I was terrified -- perhaps out
of guilt -- by what she might say; Geetanjli seemed uncomfortable;
and Suman, though staring at our daughter, seemed -- perhaps out of
drunkenness -- to be resigned to whatever was about to come.
"Yes," Radhika went on -- and then she looked directly at her
mother -- "Yes, 'Precious been fucking Daddy again, ' if that's the
way you want to put it.
"And yes," she went on, now turning to her Masi, "yes, I have sex
with my father. My Daddy makes love to me. And to my sister, too.
That's the way I prefer to put it. We're not just fucking. We're
making love. Just like you and Jitendra. You think he doesn't talk
about it?"
Suman gasped, suddenly sober, and turned to stare at her sister.
Jitendra was Geetanjli's son, now 16 years old. Geetanjli's eyes
grew wide but blank as she stared into the distance beyond us; a
pained sigh fell from her lips as all of us looked at her in
silence.
"And all of that's cool," said Radhika, after a long pause. "Except
for one thing."
All eyes were on her again, waiting, as though on a cliff's edge,
for what might come next.
"You," she said, now looking at her mother. Our daughter's eyes
seemed to exude a degree of pain, the tears beginning to well up in
them.
"You," she said again, now rising to stand in front of Suman, "you
just keep ignoring it all, like you think it'll go away - - at least
where I'm concerned; I don't know about Simran. You just keep
ignoring it. And I want you -- I so badly want you to be a part of
it! It just keeps feeling like you're the only thing standing in the
way of all this being perfect!"
"Oh Radhika, sweetheart," Suman whispered, looking into our
daughter's eyes. She extended both her hands to take hold of
Radhika's wrists and pull her slightly closer. "I thought it was
you, keeping me out - - keeping me at a distance."
"I tried, that one night, you remember --"
"I know," Suman interrupted her. "But I was scared. It terrified me.
It wasn't you -- " She paused, turned to look at her sister, then
turned back again. "There's just so much you don't know. Things
before you were born."
Radhika moved forward, slowly, to sit on her mother's lap, facing
her, straddling her thighs and placing her hands on her shoulders.
"I want to be a part," Suman continued. "I'm sick of all the
tension, too. I just haven't known how -- "
"Just relax and be a part," Radhika blurted out, impulsively
pressing herself against her mother's breast and wrapping her arms
around her neck, her face buried in Suman's rich, black tangle of
hair. "I don't know how else to say it, " she said, her words muffled
in her mother's curls. "I don't know 'how' either. We just have to
let it happen."
Suman reached up to take our daughter's face in her hands and pull
her back just far enough to look into her eyes. Both gazed at each
other in soulful silence for a moment, until, with nearly animal
force, Radhika clasped her mother hard again and pressed her lips to
Suman's in a deep and passionate kiss.
Suman uttered a moan, relaxing into her chair; our daughter's towel
fell loose to crumple around her waist, exposing her creamy, white,
apple-sized breasts; and Radhika relentlessly darted her tongue
deeper and deeper into her mother's mouth with what seemed to be a
long-pent-up hunger.
Feeling awkward, embarrassed, and unbearably aroused all at once, I
looked away, turning to face Geetanjli. Her mouth hung open, her
tongue now and then delicately touching her lips, her eyes glued to
her sister and her niece. She, too, was aroused; her chest rose and
fell in short, fast breaths; her hands were invisible beneath the
table.
By now, Suman's crop- top was pulled up to expose her pendulous,
olive breasts; mother and daughter tugged nearly violently at each
other -- fondling, squeezing, stroking as though they'd fought for
years to keep their hands off each other, and had finally given in
to desire.
Then suddenly, Radhika jumped off her mother's lap to stand beside
her, facing all of us. The towel fell to the floor to fully expose
her body; her pink nipples stood out, erect, as her breast heaved
excitedly; and her pelvis, with its beautiful black patch, undulated
enticingly as she stood.
She extended her hand to her mother and said, " Please -- please
let's go to the bedroom."
Both of them were by now unconscious of anyone else in the room.
Wordlessly, Suman took our daughter's hand and, without so much as
looking back at us, followed her out of the room -- and they were
gone.
By now, I suffered a painful erection, stifled by jeans that
suddenly felt unbearably tight. My mouth hung open as I stared
blankly into my sister-in-law's face. She, too, seemed numb; she
stared back at me in silence, until finally, in a hoarse whisper,
she spoke.
"I'm so fucking horny right now I can't stand it."
"Me too," I said, my voice equally hoarse, subdued. I stood, turned
away from the table, and walked into the kitchen -- and just stood
there, my back to Geetanjli, my mind paralyzed, my lund struggling
in vain to stand up in its pants.
In a moment, Geetanjli was there, her body pressed to my back, her
arms wrapped around me, her hands clawing at my chest and belly, her
breath hot on my neck.
I pulled myself free and turned to face her. The shirt was gone, and
she stood there wearing only the tiny white panties. Her breasts,
much smaller than her sister's, heaved beneath her short breaths,
and her dark nipples stood out long and erect.
"We can't do this," I said, moving backward, my voice pained by the
fire in my pants. "You're family."
She gasped and, with an incredulous look on her face, said, "And
your daughters aren't?"
I looked away from her eyes, looked at the floor. She had a point,
for Christ's sake.
She moved forward to press me against the wall. With her body glued
to mine, her hand squeezing desperately at the hardness in my pants,
and her face just inches from mine, she looked me deep in the eyes
and pleaded.
"I've been fucking a child, and no one else, for over a year." She
seemed to be near sobbing as she whispered forcefully. "I need a
man. I need a real man!"
By now she had loosened my pants, and my lund, fully erect, began to
take over my brain as she pulled at it hungrily with her hands.
"We can't do this," I whispered. "It isn't right."
"Oh dear God, " she said, "we'll sort all that out later!"
She pressed her lips hard against mine, darting her tongue around in
my mouth, and instinctively, I grabbed the cheeks of her slender
Gand and pulled her even closer to me. I was by now beyond
resisting.
In minutes, we were on the carpet of the dining room floor, rolling
around like hormone- crazed teenagers grabbing at each other with
inexperienced passion.
While I rarely gave it any thought -- while, that is to say, I had
long ignored it out of conscience -- I had always been wildly
attracted to my wife's sister, and it seemed now that all that
desire was being uncontrollably unleashed.
I broke free of her animal grip to move my head to her crotch, where
I all but tore off her panties to bury my tongue in her already-
sopping vagina. Looking upward as I flicked my tongue in circles
around her clit, I watched as she frantically squeezed at her
breasts and pulled at her nipples with her fingers, and bit at her
lips in an attempt to suppress her groans.
Her pelvis bucked violently in my face as she came the first time,
her juices and my saliva soaking her neatly-trimmed patch. I pressed
her belly down with my hand to hold her still as her orgasm came in
whimpers and sobs, while she covered her face with her hands, and
her head flailed wildly from side to side.
When she at last came to rest, I raised myself up to my knees, my
nine inches standing straight up over her belly. Not yet fully
recovered, Geetanjli was still panting when she whispered, "It
really is that big, isn't it? I always thought she was making it
up."
The "she" made me again suffer a flash of conscience as I thought of
my wife, but there was no going back. I lowered myself over my
sister-in-law, and stared into her eyes as she lay there staring
back. I could find no words, and said none. But the mutual desire we
felt was as loud, in its silence, as it needed to be.
Reaching down with my left hand, I pressed the head of my lund to
her wet opening as she raised her knees and spread her legs to
accommodate me.
"Dear God," she whispered, "dear God, a real lund. You have no idea
how long it's been. Please.... just please mujhe chodo!"
With no thought of exhibiting skill or providing pleasure, my lund
threw itself selfishly, forcefully, into the warmth around it and
began pounding, hard and deep, as I stared into my sister-in-law's
eyes.
My lips closed over hers, my tongue violently exploring her mouth,
as I fucked her mercilessly -- angry, in a ridiculous way, at her
violation of a family "trust; " and consumed, to a depth that
surprised me, by what evidently had been a long- suppressed desire to
have my wife's sister.
Geetanjli pulled her lips away and turned her head to the side, and
shifted her butt to suddenly wrap her long, athletic legs painfully
around my waist, locking her ankles together behind me.
Her cunt seemed to rise hungrily to meet each of my thrusts as she
approached another orgasm -- and once more, her breath quickened and
she bit her lips to suppress the whimpers and tiny screams that
nevertheless escaped her as she became motionless, locked tightly
around me, with only her Cunt muscles contracting in great squeezes
and twitches as she came.
At last she relaxed, falling limp beneath me, as she released the
last gasp of her orgasm. And by now, I could last no longer, and
pulled out just in time -- flinging three twirling white ropes of
semen, one after the other, across her belly and onto her face as my
loins spasmed in agonizing pleasure, and my lungs let loose a great,
uncontrollable groan.
Frantically, Geetanjli sat up, grabbed my lund, and enclosed her
mouth around it, sucking dry the last spurts of my cum as though it
were precious liquid not to be wasted.
It was just then, as my last spasms played out in the wet warmth of
her mouth, that we heard it.
Beginning as mere distant whimpers that grew quickly into groans,
and then to piercing screams from far down the hall, my daughter and
my wife apparently found pleasure at once -- their voices, and now
finally their hearts, I hoped, at last joined indistinguishably
together...
I lay, exhausted, on my back on the floor, my sister-in-law sitting
beside me, staring into my face, fiddling idly with my spent lund.
It was amazing, looking at her beauty -- so different from her
sister's, yet so like her sister's that I felt as though I'd just
made love to a different incarnation of my own wife.
"You are a very lucky man, Raj Braun, " she said softly, looking into
my eyes, her hand now twirling the hairs of my chest.
"I suppose I am, " I said after a time, closing my eyes and searching
the recesses of my still-guilty conscience. "But I think we all have
a lot of talking to do."
"Maybe we do, " she said, kind of distantly. "But," she went on, more
generatively, " -- and open your eyes and look at me - - we have a
lot of living to do, too. That's the important part. Remember that."
In her eyes I saw her, I saw my wife, and I saw my daughters, all at
once. And I agreed silently in myself that perhaps she was right.  

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