Actually this story is very long. But I am writing in short. I was 19 years old at that time and I looked innocent and slim fair. We were a joint family and I got married to 18 year old Deepa when I was 19. But the wedding did not take place, meaning the bride did not come home.

The entire family was shocked by the accidental death of the two sons of the elder uncle, the younger uncle and the elder aunt. And the mother became paralyzed due to breaking of her bones and fell on the bed.

Now in the family, apart from me, there was a sick mother, father was 47 years old, younger aunt was 45 years old, elder uncle was 58 years old, three sisters-in-law, Anju was 33 years old, Bina was 29 years old, Chaaya was 24 years old and together with those three there were 5 children, of which 3 were boys and 2 were girls.

The eldest boy was 4 years old, the second one was 3 months younger than him and the third one was just 1 year old. While the two daughters were 3 and 2 years old respectively.

After the completion of all the work for 12 days after the end of the ceremony, as per the customs of our place, the responsibility of safety and upbringing of the sisters-in-law and their children was taken up by me.

For this, the wedding arrangements of those three sisters-in-law were completed with me, and the father's marriage was arranged with the younger aunt, who was also a very polite person.

That is, there should be no stain of widowhood and the children should inherit the name of the father and they should be brought up and nurtured. There should not be any kind of stigma attached to them. Otherwise, if fingers are often pointed at widow women, then they get a bad name.

Father used to sleep in the sick mother's room. But now younger aunt also used to sleep in the same room to take care of mother at night. And the three sisters-in-law, who had also become my wife, all four of us used to sleep in the same room along with the children. Elder uncle used to sleep alone in his room.

One month had passed. Sometimes Anju and sometimes Bina used to massage my penis and Anju, Bina and Chaaya used to take special care of me. I used to look at those girls as Bhabhi. But I was forced not to call them Bhabhi. On the contrary, now those girls used to sit on my feet every day.

My 12th result was out and I had to go to town for further studies. My father did not want to leave me alone. He was afraid that sending a sister-in-law along with me would mean that if both of them go away after staying alone, I will lose interest in studies.

And anyway the Bhabhis were very old in age. So it would be wrong to have a physical relationship with them. This was what everyone thought and the Bhabhis were also made to understand this. One month had passed and at night all the three Bhabhis used to sleep in my room.

I used to sleep a little away. But many times when the teen bhabhis were feeding their babies, I would get a glimpse of their boobs and I would also see their fair stomachs.

Seeing all this, some strange thoughts came to my mind. Whereas I was only a student and a simpleton. Father and elder uncle decided that I will go to the town, but Anju and her two sons, Bina and her son-daughter will go with me to take care of me. And I will also have to go to the village, so that Chaaya can also go with me.

I had my own house in town. This would take care of me and keep me safe. And I would not get into any wrong things. Although I wanted to stay in the hostel. But no one listened to me.

3 days before leaving the village, I got up to urinate at night, then hearing some noise I looked in my father's room. I saw that my father and my younger aunt were having sex. They had already started having sex, so it was completed in 10 minutes.

This was the first time I saw a sex game. Before this I had seen it 2-1 times in videos. Now I was also angry at my father, why did he commit a sin. She was also his sister-in-law, and according to the customs, the marriage was done only in public. Still both were having sex. But I did not say anything to anyone.

For the next 3 days I saw the same scene everyday and also heard their talks. Pita ji said-

Father: Sonu (my namesake) has wives, what is wrong if he fucks them after studies? They are his wives. But if you do this before 5 years, then your attention will also be diverted, and if you have a child, then your sex power will also not be much.

Father: And both the sisters are much older than him, so if he leaves someone more intelligent than him then he himself will also become a Buddha etc. etc.

I understood that the girls were now my wives. I could have sex with them or not. Even if I did, it was not wrong. But no one could go against the family.

And these three sisters-in-law were made to swear and were also warned that they will not establish any kind of sexual relationship with me or else they will be thrown out of the house etc.

The relationship between father and younger aunt was the same as mine was with the three sisters-in-law. And seeing father and younger aunt fucking each other, different thoughts were coming to my mind. I came to town with all four children, Anju, Bina and Deepa. Deepa was a new girl, so the fear was hidden from everyone.

Anju was tall and her figure was long and curvaceous, like film actress Kajol's. She had big boobs, while Bina's height was short. But she was fair and a full figure.

When Deepa was slim, her boobs must have been as big as lemons because she was only 18 years old. She was fair but looked like a boy.

Deepa also wanted to study, so I got her hair cut in the style of boys and told her to wear boy's clothes. Otherwise she would be looked down upon in the neighbourhood. I also got her admitted in a government school nearby, where there were both boys and girls.

Deepa also lived like a boy in her own home. We used to talk to her considering her a boy, and now she had started considering herself a boy.

In 15 days we all opened up quite a bit, I even showed movies to Anju, Bina, Deepa and the kids. In the evening we would go to the park. Sometimes all of us together and sometimes some of us together.

Anju and Bina used to relax in the morning and evening and stay in petticoat blouse. Many times their navels and boobs were also visible during milking. In their eyes I was innocent.

Many times while watching TV, joking, playing with kids, and chatting I used to put my hand on Anju's and Bina's stomach. And they too used to put their hands on my shoulder, forehead, and put their head in prayer to God and press their forehead.

15 days had passed. I used to sleep alone in the room and also read dirty videos and sex stories. An idea came to my mind and I made my bad habit an excuse.

I even tried to go out at night knowingly. It so happened that I had the habit of walking in my sleep. When this news reached my father, he told Anju to sleep with me at night.

I convinced Anju and said: If I am not conscious at night, I will touch your sharer, which you will feel bad about. Anju laughed at this.

At night Anju came to sleep in my room and lay down next to me and started pressing my head. She was also rubbing her hand on my stomach when I complained of stomach ache.

I also placed my hand on Anju's plump, fair and soft stomach and tried to sleep.

My mouth was touching Anju's huge boobs, right above her blouse. Anju's 4 year old son came and she got jealous that I was sleeping next to her mother and had put my hand on her stomach.

So my son started fighting to remove my hand. If he removed his hand from one place, I would place it on the other place on Anju's stomach. If I pressed the stomach with my fingers or slapped it, she would think that I was disturbing her mother.

In this way Anju kept reading quietly. On the pretext of playing with her son I was moving my hand on Anju's stomach and pressing it with my fingers. Anju lay down straight. Her son lifted her blouse from one side and started sucking her nipples.

I also pretended to be asleep and kept moving my hand on her stomach. Then when I felt that Anju was also asleep, I slowly started pulling Anju's petticoat down.

After some time I was successful. Anju's navel had come out. I kept caressing the navel with my fingers and then slowly inserted my finger deep inside the navel and stopped. After 2 minutes Anju slowly took out my finger from inside the navel. But my hand was still on her stomach.

Anju checked carefully and was sure that I was asleep. Then I did a nap in my sleep and got up and sat down and started crying as if I was crying seeing my mother ill.

Anju thought that I was just doing the same thing that I do during sleeplessness, and while asking me she hugged me. One of Anju's boobs was exposed because her son was drinking milk, and Anju had fallen asleep.

My mouth was touched by big velvet-like boobs, and the nipples were on my hands, and I was sleeping while hugging Anju. Anju was thinking that I was in deep sleep. The nipples were touching my hands, which I put in my mouth and started sucking, and my sleeping stopped.

Then as soon as Anju took out the nipple, I started feeling sleepy again. Anju didn't stop me and put the nipple in my mouth. I kept sucking the nipple and drinking milk while hugging Anju's soft belly and went to sleep.

When she fell asleep half the night, I again inserted my finger inside her navel. After 1-2 minutes Anju took my finger out. But Anju's nipple was touching my lips and I was still clinging to Anju ---

🍂 Anju and Bina were childless… yet that day,

💫 Bina lay bare, feeding her daughter—

and my hand slowly slid over her stomach...

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✨ Read in the next episode how one touch changed everything.

Desire, silence, and secrets—unfold.

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