When Their Dad Catches Us Fucking – Part 14

This is a continuation from my previous stories in the Anjan series (links on top) so read them first. Comments welcome at [email protected].

Instinctively, I jumped up and tried to cover my crotch, when I felt Janani’s fist push its way into my balls. “Did I give you permission to stop?” Janani seemed furious. Anjan, hearing Janani and the opening door, himself jumped up. “You stupid bastard! Did I give you permission to stand up?!” Janani roared at him. Confounded, we both continued staring at Janani and at their dad, still in the doorway. Another swift punch in my balls doubled me over, and I fell onto Janani, face buried in her naked chest. I still was confused and pulled myself up to stare, wondering what the fuck was going on. Anjan, however, was faster on the uptake, and quickly went back on all fours, and spread his asscheeks wide.

Janani guided my cock into her pussy, as I stared goggle eyed at their dad, as he stripped and went on all fours behind Anjan, and began licking his asshole. I began stroking Janani’s pussy again, as it finally dawned on me. “Anjan, Baby, meet Vinod, my first ever sex slave”. I pounded the pussy of my love harder – the decadence of her revelation giving me the necessary impetus. It finally made sense why Janani was so sure she can convince her dad to let me stay over at their place for a month; he was her personal faggot. It made sense now why he never noticed our makeout sessions and spanking sessions in the hall! I pounded her harder and faster as I saw Anjan get up, go around his still kneeling father, and stuffed his cock into what was obviously a well used asshole.

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After the dual fuck, Janani motioned Anjan also over, and we all lounged on the couch as Vinod stood with his head down, his cock shrivelled and still not stiff. “I feel like a smoke”, Janani purred, stretching languidly on my lap. Anjan made to get up to get the cigarettes that we had hidden for Janani in his room, when we saw Vinod go to Anjan’s room. He quietly returned, placed a cig in Janani’s lips, held the lighter till the ciggie was properly puffing, and moved to stand back. Janani coolly blew some smoke in Anjan’s direction as we stared goggle eyed, wondering when she’ll explain.

“Did you know being a fag is a heritable trait, Baby?” Janani casually began, holding Anjan’s cock with two fingers as she held the cig in the same hand. Turns out there is a reason why my gay brother loves your cock so much…” “I’m bisexu…” Anjan began to protest, when I whacked him behind his head with my palm. He understood and giggled as Janani continued. “Yup! I have a father who’d rather suck a cock than my mother’s tit. Isn’t that right Vinod?” “Y… Y… Yes, M… M… Mistress”, Vinod stammered out as Anjan laughed at his own father’s lack of virility; I politely smiled.

“I wouldn’t even have known, nor cared, about his love for a cock up his arse, but for his own fuck up.” “Come here, Vinod”, Anjan commanded his own father, who meekly came and stood next to his son. “May I humiliate him by jacking him off, akka?” Anjan asked, grabbing at his father’s balls. “Try, but he won’t get hard; will you Vinod?” “N… No, Mistress”. Anjan shrugged, and started massaging his paternal cock. Janani continued, “You remember last year when Amma was on her annual offsite, and Vinod hadn’t returned till midnight from work?” Anjan’s hand slowed down as he listened intently to his sister/mistress’s recounting.

The fool had gotten caught in a raid on a gay cruising spot! Our beloved father was being sodomized by cops when you went to sleep. He managed to get his phone back at 12, and had no option but to call me – not even his friends know of his faggotry!” By now, I had quietly picked up and positioned Janani’s pussy onto my cock, while her hands were playing with her brother’s raging hardon. “The fool thought I would be understanding of his situation. Well, I am! I have no problems with people being gay! But I know a blackmail trip when I see one!” Janani laughed maniacally, and continued, “And he owed me bigger still, because I let that entire police station fuck me that night so they won’t register an FIR against Vinod.”

Anjan started goggle eyed at Janani, who giggled and said, “it was fun!” as the siblings shared a laugh. She let go of Anjan’s cock as I brought her to an orgasm. Anjan himself let go of his father’s still limp cock to jack off furiously. Both of us came almost simultaneously; Vinod stood quietly, head still down. “So how is he still limp?” Anjan asked, being the first to regain his breath. “I have him on a regular dose of estrogen – he is almost a woman! A good fag of a father!” Anjan laughed and I giggled at the macabre manner in which Janani treated her own father.

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The pre-dinner time that evening was very different from how it had been the past few days. I felt exceptionally randy and took every occasion I could to stare at Anandhi butt and hip in the kitchen. “Ennada, why are you hanging out in the kitchen for so long?” “Well, your son is licking your daughter’s pussy while sitting on your husband’s lap, so I’m supposed to stand guard and not let you step out of the kitchen. Now shut up, and let me enjoy rubbing my cock on your fleshy hip, you sexy bitch!” I thought in my head, but simply said, “Can’t take my eyes off you, girlfriend!”, and readjusted my cock in my boxers as she giggled to herself. “Amma, we are hungry!” Anjan gave the all clear signal from the hall indicating Janani had an orgasm and we can walk out. Dinner went relatively uneventfully, with Anjan playing under the table with his dad’s limp cock, while Janani, Anandhi and I quietly ate our dinners, occasionally discussing politics, cricket and movies.

Post dinner, Anjan and Janani resumed their incestuous, inappropriate behaviour, while I “helped” Anandhi clear dinner away and clean the dishes. “Look, I understand it is your age”, Anandhi told me, as I “accidentally” bumped into her ass for a fourth time, “but this is wrong. I’m like a mother and this is inappropriate”, she reprimanded me, with a fairly serious face. “I’m sorry, maami., I meant no offence”, I said, close to tears at the reprimand from my dreamgirl. “Yes, it is my stupid age, I’m sorry, I won’t behave like this again.” I put my head down and was about to walk off, when she came and hugged me.

“I know, Baby. You and I can have fun doing harmless flirting, but touching me inappropriately is just wrong, na?” She said, still hugging me, wiping my tears. “I know you are just being a kid, but my entire family is here. What if my husband saw you touching my ass like this? Or if Anjan or Janani saw you playing with my hip? Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the attention and find it very flattering”, she giggled and hugged me tighter as I looked up at her. “But, don’t let it become a habit”, she was about to leave when I hugged her back. “Anandhi”, I said, leaning down to put my nose against hers, looking deep in her eyes, “Yes, boyfriend”, she replied, giggling. “Don’t worry about my doing this, because neither your husband, nor your kids are going to walk in”, I said, and gave her left ass cheek a nice squeeze.

She got very angry, and pushed me away. “I told you, this behaviour is inappropriate.” She quietly said, and continued cleaning the dishes. I stood next to her, and continued cleaning the dishes myself, neither of us saying a word. After a few minutes, when we were done cleaning the dishes and were about to leave, “Maami…?” No response. “Maamiii…” I continued, insistent. “Hmmm”, was the best I got. “I love you maami. You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met. So forgive me for my indiscretions, they won’t happen again.” I said, sullenly, and was about to walk away, when I felt a squeeze on my ass. “Good boy”, she giggled, and quietly accepted my hug and the squeeze on her hip, as we retired to our bedrooms.

To be continued unless you guys feel I shouldn’t. The next part will involve a lot of Anandhi. Comments welcome at [email protected].