Anita’s Family Incest Treasures – Part 7

Hello readers, thanks for your positive feedback and support for my previous stories. This series is a little different from other stories. You will find seduction and inclusion of all the members of families of two sisters, and events unfolded as narrated.

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That fuck changed Sunil’s life. He became an infatuated teenager. Years rolled back. He and Anita were singing, dancing, going for moonlight dinners which she would arrange on the terrace.

Anita would come out with crazy roleplay ideas. She is the maid, and she seduces him. He is the teacher, and she is a naughty student. He slaps her buttocks and fucks. She made him fuck her in all positions and places, including cars, empty parking lots, vacant movie theatres.

Once when he was fucking her in the last row in a cinema hall, the gatekeeper entered and was shocked. Sunil froze in shock and stopped fucking. Anita coolly called him over and gave him a tip of 500 Rs.

She asked him to masturbate while watching them and asked Sunil to continue fucking. The gatekeeper requested her to give a blowjob, and she obliged.

Sunil applied for leave for a week and was sad on the fourth day. After a hot fucking session, he said, “Darling, I love you so much. I can’t live without you.”

She kissed him and said,” I also love you, dad. But, why do you have to live without me?”

Sunil said, “You will go back to Atul and Sachin. I will go back to my work.”

Anita hugged him and asked, “Chikkamma said you were thinking of taking voluntary retirement?”

Sunil said, “Yes, we were considering it.”

Anita said excitedly, “Take that option and retire and come stay with us. We can be like this.”

Sunil shook his head, “No, it is not practical. Atul, your dad, Rekha, Pratyusha all are there. How can we be like this?”

Anita was silent for many minutes, and she asked, “Daddy, will you love me as always if I tell you certain things?”

Sunil laughed and said, “You are always my angel and will be. Tell me.”

Anita took a deep breath and said, “You asked if I wore such dress in front of my dad?”

Sunil was puzzled and asked, “Yes.”

Anita said, “The fact is, I don’t wear any dress in front of dad. He fucks me.”

Sunil was shocked and said, “What?”

Anita said, “Yes. We have become very liberal. Dad fucks me. Atul is fucking Amma. Rahul is fucking Amma and me. Now that Pratyusha is there, all are fucking when she is not around.”

Sunil was silent for some time and asked, “My God, it is too much to digest.”

Anita asked, “Dad, is it bad, dad and daughter?”

Sunil hugged her and said, “How can I say that? my darling? After all the love we shared?”

Anita asked excitedly, “Then are you ok with mom and son?”

Sunil said, “Yes, why not? Oh, you mean?”

Anita said, “Dad, when Rahul fucks me, he calls me Pratyusha. I think she won’t say no to him. They are worried about what you think; if you give them go ahead, we all can enjoy ourselves together. You can fuck all the cunts, and all cunts can fuck all cocks. You retire and shift to our house.”

Sunil’s cock became instantly hard as he visualized the sex paradise. He called Pratyusha on his mobile and said,” Hi, darling, I am taking voluntary retirement. Anita is asking me to shift to her home. Ask the opinion of others, especially. Atul.”

Pratyusha said, “Wow. What great news. Wait. I am giving it to Atul. Talk to him and Arun also.”

Atul was very happy and enthusiastic and welcomed him heartily, and so did Arun. There was no hesitation. They all seemed to be genuinely happy.

Finally, Sunil told Pratyusha, “Darling, Anita told me everything. It seems Rahul fancies you, pamper him and fulfill his fantasy. My best wishes and blessings.” He cut the phone and mounted Anita.

Sunil applied for voluntary retirement. Anita was taking him on a roller-coaster ride of fucking thrills, the latest being anal fucking.

One day, when he was about to insert cock, Anita asked him, ” Dad, did you fuck Chikkamma in the ass?”

Sunil stared at her, “Darling, do I look like a beast or a sadist to you?”

Anita burst out laughing, “Dad, how innocent you are?”

Sunil asked her coldly, “Darling, only cruel and heartless men will inflict pain and shame on helpless women.”

Anita hugged and kissed him and said, “I want to be a helpless woman, and I want you to be the sadist man.”

Sunil’s jaw dropped, “Are you testing me? You know that I will never hurt or harm you.”

Anita got up, took Vaseline, applied it liberally on his cock, bent on the bed and spread her legs. She told him,” Dad, apply Vaseline in my asshole, don’t worry, I cleaned it nicely.”

Sunil’s heart beat fast as he scooped Vaseline on his forefinger and inserted it into her asshole.

He said, worried, “My God, it is so tiny. Darling, let us drop it.”

Anita said, “No way, I want to give you a gift. Insert cock and push.”

Sunil spread her ass cheeks and slowly pushed. Her asshole resisted, but slowly, it yielded. Anita gritted her teeth and bore the pain. She knew Sunil would remove cock if she cried out.

Anita clutched the bedsheet until her knuckles turned white. She slowly breathed in and out. Sunil was reminded of the scenes in the Discovery channel where snakes gobble rabbits.

Finally, it went in. He kept asking her if he should remove cock, and she shook her head. Then she said,” Ok, Dad. The difficult phase is over. Now fuck slowly, not like your express speed.”

Sunil started enjoying the fuck. It was like fucking a very tight, virgin cunt. Anita was also experiencing alternate waves of pain and pleasure. Slowly pain was reducing, and pleasure was increasing.

He held her waist and started fucking faster and harder as he forgot himself as mists of joy clouded his mind. Anita started moaning. When he finally pumped huge loads of cum, she screamed uncontrollably and collapsed.

Sunil hugged and kissed her and said,” I am so sorry, darling. Did I hurt you?”

She kissed him back and asked, “Dad, did you enjoy it?”

Sunil said, “Darling, it was awesome, amazing. I never experienced anything like this.”

When Sunil and Anita returned home, they were warmly welcomed. Unlike, Pratyusha, they did not greet him with fuck scenes. It required more planning and careful execution. It was a cultural shock to him, Rahul fucking his mom, Anita fucking her dad.

So, slowly women started wearing sexier clothes. They started kissing, fondling. Finally, one day he asked Rahul to fuck his mom in front of him when he fucked Anita. Once that barrier was crossed, there was no looking back. He married Anita and Rekha and quite easily mixed up with them.

Sunil was amazed that there was no jealousy, possessiveness or ill-feeling. All were joyful. There was complete harmony. When so many people were there, the cooking, cleaning, washing chores also would be greater. But all worked in perfect understanding.

They shared the workload amicably. Men also helped women in daily chores. One couple always entertained Sachin, while others fucked.

One evening, they were fucking in the hall when Atul’s sister Vani called.
Rekha was riding Atul at that time. Sunil was fucking Anita in doggy. Rahul was fucking his mom, and she was sucking Arun.

Atul answered, “Hi, Vani, tell me.”

Vani answered, “Hi, bro. Are you very busy? You didn’t call for a long time?”

Rahul signaled to Atul to switch on the speaker. Vani had a sexy, husky voice and even when she talked normally, it had a magnetic effect on men. Atul talked to his sister when Rekha was riding him. He told her about Sachin’s naughty and funny antics.

Vani laughed heartily, and the sweet sound excited all cocks. Pratyusha felt, unfairly, that Vani was being seductive purposely. Vani also talked about her daughter’s dance classes, hectic job, and other matters.

After Atul disconnected the phone, all cocks fucked furiously and filled the cunts. Pratyusha asked Rekha and Anita, “Did you also feel cocks harden and fuck harder when Vani was talking?”

Anita laughed and said,” Yes, Sunil was super excited by her husky voice.”
Anita was licking her mom’s juices from Atul’s cock, when Rahul asked,” Can we make her join our fuck group?”

Pratyusha laughed and said,” I wondered when you would say this. I knew you were fucking Vani in your mind when you were fucking me.”

Rahul blushed; his mom guessed right. Vani was super sexy; she is a fitness freak and spends a long time in yoga and aerobics. She has an athletic figure, very tight and shapely boobs, flat washboard abs and thunder thighs of Tennis superstars.

Once, when she was showing yoga postures, bending her body effortlessly, Rahul thought, “Wow, she is so flexible, she can lick her cunt.”

Anita said, “Hmm, Ri, I think it is a good idea.”

Atul said stiffly, “Please, let us leave my sister out of it. She is happily married. Leave her in peace.”

Arun said, “What Anita is saying is that she should join us with her hubby.”

Atul said, “Out of the question. Please drop the matter.”

In the night, after Atul fucked Rekha, she asked him, “Why don’t you want your sister to join us? She also will enjoy it. We can send a few stories of Raj and introduce him to her. He will slowly convince her.”

Atul sighed and said,” In college days, she hated anyone talking about sex. I remember one of her best friends forwarded a sex story. She blasted daylights out of that poor girl.”

Just at that moment, Pratyusha walked in, lay next to him and hugged him.
She kissed him and said, “Darling, I am sorry. I know you were hurt. I apologize on everyone’s behalf.”

Atul smiled and said, “I cannot imagine Vani in our set-up. If you wish, you plan her seduction. I have no issues. But, no one from our house should introduce Raj to her. I don’t want to lose face and face embarrassment in front of her.”

Atul thought he had diplomatically thwarted the issue. They cannot introduce Raj to Vani, and if Raj directly approaches her, she will thrash him. As if on cue, Raj pinged Pratyusha.

Raj: Hi, Pratyusha. How are you?

Pratyusha: Super. Life cannot be better or more joyful.

Raj: So glad to hear it, darling.

Pratyusha: Listen, Raj. Everyone is excited about Vani, Atul’s sister.

Raj: Good. Let us follow the procedure, send her my stories and introduce me. I will chat with her and see if I can convince her.

Pratyusha: There is a hitch. Atul does not want us to introduce you to her. Vani thrashed her best friend when she forwarded sex stories to her in her college days. So, he doesn’t want to risk it.

Raj: Oh, then forget about her.

Pratyusha: Not without a fight. Raj, you are a superman superhero. You can do miracles.

Raj: Hold on, what bit you? Why the sudden praises?

Pratyusha: You have to send stories and befriend her.

Raj: Haha, you are joking. No woman will chat with a sex story writer unless she is a fan.

Pratyusha: I don’t know. This is your project. I want results.

Raj: I never tried this before. I mean, chat with someone without an introduction. I will try my best. Wish me luck.

Pratyusha wished him the best of luck and gave Vani’s mail id.

Vani logged out and rubbed her eyes. She was working non-stop for several hours. She did a few bending and stretching exercises to ease her stiff limbs and went into the hall.

She felt guilty when she saw her daughter alone watching cartoons on TV. She sat beside her and hugged and kissed her. Vani laughed with her. They had dinner after her hubby Ravi joined them.

Vani lay next to her daughter in her bed until she fell asleep and then went to their bedroom. Ravi was already asleep. She sighed and thought, where has the magic of sex gone? They were hardly fucking, not even once a week. They were stressed, exhausted and had no energy or time for fucking.

An alert sounded of a new message in her mail inbox. She saw it was from one Raj. He wrote, “Hi, I am forwarding my latest story to all my fans. If you happen to be an unintended recipient, please delete it. I would appreciate it if you read the story and send comments. Regards Raj.”

Her first impulse was to delete the message, but she felt curious and read the story. The story was of Ishika and her fucking adventure. It was so erotic that she flowed like a tap and fingered her cunt vigorously as she read it. When she finished the story, she was so horny she removed Ravi’s shorts and sucked him.

He was awake and asked groggily, “Hey, what are you doing?”

Vani said, “My cunt is wet and itching. It is screaming for a fuck now.”

She sucked him, made cock hard, straddled him and impaled his cock in her cunt. She purred like a cat as it slid nicely. She bent forward, pushed a tit into his mouth, and slowly rode him.

He was wide awake and gave powerful thrusts from down. Later changed into doggy, pulverized her cunt and pumped huge doses cum into her cunt. Later, as they hugged and were going to sleep, he asked her, “What was the matter?”

Anita smiled, hugged his face to her tits and told him she would tell him tomorrow. The next morning, when she woke him up, he yawned, opened his eyes and was surprised to see her ample cleavage filling his vision. He grabbed tits, squeezed and kissed them.

She laughed, hugged him and kissed him.

He said, “Good morning. Are you still horny?”

She said, “Yes, hornier than ever. You freshen up. I will bring coffee. Meanwhile, read this story,” and gave him her mobile.

When she took coffee to the bedroom, she saw him naked and stroking his cock while reading. As she kept the coffee mugs on the side table, he hugged her from behind in a bear-like grip and bit her ear.

Vani said, “Hey, what are you doing? Let us first have coffee.”

He hissed, “Fuck the coffee,” ripped off her nighty, pushed her on the bed, spread her thighs and mounted her.
As he was fucking her hard, she laughed and said, “So, Ishika’s story has the same effect on you?” her voice broke with his powerful thrusts. He didn’t answer. He fucked her hard and fast, pumped hot cum and collapsed on her.

They hugged and giggled like teenagers. He said, “This is awesome. We haven’t fucked like this in quite a while.”

Vani said, “Yes, we should keep up the tempo. Today is Friday. I have taken leave. You also take leave. Then we will have three full days to fuck.”

He immediately emailed his office, informing them that he would not be coming today. Suddenly, the same thought struck them, “Oh, gosh. what about my daughter, Divya?”

Vani clutched her brow and said, “We forgot about her school. We were immersed in fucking. I have to get her ready.” She hurriedly put on a nighty and was about to run when Ravi pulled her.

He said, “Vani, relax. I have an idea. Why don’t we let her bunk the school and go to your brother’s house and play with Sachin? Tomorrow, she can go with her uncle’s family to stay with her parents. They will also feel happy.”

Vani kissed his lips and said, “Ri, you are a genius.”

She called her brother Atul. He asked him to take Divya with him to his house and her grandparents’ house for the weekend. Divya was very happy. She loved to play with her little cousin and the pampering of her grandparents.

Vani and Ravi took a shower together. He shaved her cunt and armpits like he used to do in their early years of marriage. They gave each other an oil massage bath. She started cooking naked, with Ravi poking his nose in her cooking, his cock in her buttocks and fingers in her cunt.

Vani was exasperated with his squeezing of her boobs as she was kneading wheat flour for chapatis. He was imitating her hand movements, squeezing, punching and pulling. When they had lunch, she sat in his lap, and they fed each other along with kisses.

When they relaxed on the bed, Vani said, “I think we should thank Ishika for the story. It rekindled our passion and fire.”

She sent an email to Ishika.

“Dear Ishika. Your story was awesome. We were so excited and enjoyed sex a lot after a long time. Thanks. Just curious to know if the writer added spice and masala, or did he narrate as it happened? Also, are there really Indian men like your hubby who derive pleasure in their wife’s joy?
Love, Vani.”

Ishika replied within ten minutes.
“Dear Vani. Thanks for your mail and appreciation. Raj told me that he did not need to add spice as my story was already too hot. I am very lucky that I have such a darling angel hubby. True, all Indian men feel insecure and are afraid that wives will elope with studs who are super fuckers.

Sex is just a part of happy marriage, not the whole. If women have loving husbands like mine, who love to see their wives enjoying themselves, where will be the need to elope?

By the way, my hubby is one of the best fuckers I ever had. I suggest you chat with Raj. He is a gentleman and not like those sick, idiotic and horny pervert fans of mine. He has many friends like me. Love, Ishika.”

Vani asked Ravi,” What do you think? Should I send an email to Raj?”

Ravi shrugged and said, “Though Ishika narrated her experience, we should give credit to his writing skills.”

As Ravi started licking her again, Vani sent a mail to Raj.
“Hi, Ishika’s story is good. Regards, Vani”

Raj replied, ” Hi Vani, Thanks. Did you read other parts? I am attaching. Please read. I hope you will love them as much as the first one. Thanks. Raj.”

He attached three more parts of Ishika’s stories. Each was better than the previous one in eroticism and fuck adventures. Vani read a few pages aloud when Ravi was sucking her boobs or was licking her. Ravi read a few pages when she was sucking him.

After fucking they talked about the most erotic scenes. They were so immersed in the fucking that Vani told the maid not to come for three days. She didn’t want any interruption.

Saturday afternoon, Ravi was lying in Vani’s lap when she received a chat friend request from Raj. She accepted on an impulse.

Raj: Hi, Vani.

Vani: Hi, Raj. How are you?

Raj: Good and you? Did you read any more parts?

Vani: Yes.

Raj: How are they?

Vani: Good.

Raj: Just good?

Vani: I was in touch with Ishika. She told me that you know many men like her hubby who enjoys when their wives fuck others.

Raj: Yes, don’t you think it is a hallmark of true love?

Vani: No, I think it is a perversion. Husband and wife should fuck only each other.

Raj: Oh, suppose one of them is horny, and the other is not? Does the horny person have to suffer?

Vani: I don’t know, I can’t answer that. We are both horny, and fuck well. We do not need to fuck others.

Raj: Hmm, you are one of the lucky few.

Vani: Thanks.

Vani and Raj talked about general topics. He talked about his family, kids and job. She talked about her marriage, daughter, and job. Vani liked him. He was not keen to talk about sex-related topics only. He seemed to avoid them. Within no time, they were chatting like old friends. Ravi fell asleep on her stomach.

Vani: Tell me, Raj. How and when did you start writing sex stories?

Raj: After I purchased my first laptop. We were using the same desktop computer until then, so I did not dare visit sex sites. When I saw how horrible the stories were written, I sent a few fantasy stories. They became a hit, and there was no looking back.

Vani: Oh. Who are the majority of fans? Men? Women?

Raj: Both, but I think my stories appeal to women more.

Vani: Why?

Raj: Men want action, description of the fuck act. They don’t have the patience to read about seduction, romance and love. In my stories, fucking is only a part of the plot and story.

Vani could not agree more. Her best friend once gave her a sex story that was so crudely written she was repulsed and blasted that friend.

Vani: And fans?

Raj: All women, I rarely chat with men.

Vani: Why?

Raj: Men are selfish, cunning, lying and heartless cheats and brutes.

Vani: Hey, hey. Slow down, you are a man, and so is my hubby.

Raj: Yes, we both are. The degree may vary, but we can never be as good or kind-hearted as you women.

Vani: My hubby is pure gold.

Raj: Hmm, you are lucky, then.

Vani: You are not convinced?

Raj: No.

Vani: Tell me a test? I will prove you wrong.

Raj: Ask him, suppose he is a crowded bus, a sexy, big-busted woman is pressing her boobs on his back. a. Will he, a. move away? b. Stand where he is c. Move back and rub her tits with his back?

Vani: What stupid question is that? Anyway, he says option b.

Raj: Now, suppose you are also there on the bus? What will he do? Option?

Vani: Option A.

Raj: See? Anyway, how is he answering so fast?

Vani: He is reading our chat.

Raj: Oh, my God, I am so sorry. I didn’t know.

Vani: No issues, we have no secrets, and we will not fuck any other person. We are committed to that.

Raj: Wow. Admirable. One more question, can I ask?

Vani: Hahaha. Ravi is very nervous. He is asking why you want to break our marriage?

Raj: Is it so fragile? Ok, I won’t ask.

Vani: Ask. I told him that I would love him, whatever his answer.

Raj: Ask him if he fantasizes about any woman while fucking you? Neighbour, actress, relative? Sometimes?

Vani: He says yes, but he is not revealing the name.

Raj: See? You should encourage him to reveal the name and talk about her or ask him to feel like he is fucking her when he is fucking you. That was what I meant about Ishika, husband-type love.

Vani: Maybe you have a point there.

Vani asked Ravi, “Come on, tell me. Trust me. I won’t be angry.”

Ravi was perspiring, “Vani, darling. I was joking. I don’t fantasize.”

Vani said, “Come out with it. No use lying.”

Ravi toyed with telling a movie star’s name but decided against it and said in a small voice, “Anita.”

Vani was stunned. Ravi stammered, “Not all the time. sometimes.”

Vani: Ok, Raj. Will chat later, bye.

Raj: Ok. Bye. Don’t shoot Ravi. Remember your promise.