The house was quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan when I walked in on my older brother and his wife. I was twenty-two, home from college for the holidays, and the whole pariwar was under one roof again. My bhabhi stood bent over the kitchen counter, saree hiked up to her waist, while my brother slammed into her from behind. His cock was thick and veiny, disappearing into her wet cunt with every thrust. She moaned loud and filthy, pushing back to take every inch.
Fuck, yes, harder, she hissed. Give it to me like you did last night.
I should have left. Instead I stayed, dick already hard in my pants. My brother looked over his shoulder, saw me, and grinned. Close the door, little brother. Or join in.
That night started it all. By morning the whole pariwar knew the rules had changed. No more pretending we were just relatives. We were adults who wanted to fuck each other raw.
My mother caught us first. She walked into the bedroom while I had my bhabhi on all fours, pounding her ass. Moms eyes went wide, but she didnt scream. She licked her lips. You boys always did share everything, she said, voice low. She dropped her nightie right there. Her tits were heavy and full, nipples dark. She climbed onto the bed and spread her legs. If were doing this, do it properly.
I pulled out of my bhabhi and sank into my mothers pussy instead. She was tight and hot, gripping me like shed been waiting years. My bhabhi straddled Moms face, grinding her cunt on her tongue while I fucked her. The sounds were obscenewet slaps, moans, the headboard hitting the wall. My brother came back from the shop and didnt even blink. He just shoved his cock into my bhabhis mouth while I kept railing Mom.
We didnt stop for days. The entire house smelled like sex. My sister, twenty-four and recently divorced, joined next. She walked in on me eating Moms pussy on the living room couch. Instead of leaving she stripped and sat on Moms face. Move over, she said. I want his tongue too.
I switched between them, licking one cunt then the other, fingers buried deep. My sister came first, thighs shaking around my head. Then Mom flooded my mouth. My brother and bhabhi watched from the doorway, stroking each other, then joined. He fucked my sister while I took my bhabhi again. We switched partners every few minutes, everyone slick with sweat and cum.
The best nights were when we all piled into the big bed. Mom on her back, legs spread wide, taking turns. My brother would fuck her hard, then pull out so I could slide in. My sister sat on her face while my bhabhi sucked my balls. We talked dirty the whole time.
Tell me how my sons cock feels, Mom demanded.
Better than my husbands, my bhabhi answered, voice muffled around my dick.
My sister rode me reverse, ass bouncing. Fill me up, little brother. I want to feel it drip out of me all day.
We never used condoms. We wanted it messy. Cum leaked down thighs, soaked sheets, got licked up by whoever was closest. One afternoon my brother and I took my sister at the same timehim in her pussy, me in her ass. She screamed and came so hard she squirted across the bed. Mom and bhabhi cleaned her up with their tongues while we caught our breath, then begged for their turns.
By the end of the week the whole pariwar was addicted. Mornings started with someones mouth on someone elses cock or cunt. Afternoons were lazy fucks on the floor or against the wall. Nights were full-on orgies with every hole filled and every body marked by hands and teeth.
On the last day before I went back to college, we didnt leave the bedroom. Mom lay in the middle, taking my brothers cock in her ass while I fucked her pussy. My sister and bhabhi knelt on either side, sucking her tits and fingering each other. We came in wavesmy brother first, pumping her ass full, then me flooding her cunt. The women licked us clean, swapped cum with kisses, then made each other come again.
When it was over we lay tangled together, breathing hard. No one talked about stopping. We just knew the pariwar had a new secret, and it felt too good to quit.
I left the next morning with my sisters panties in my pocket and the taste of all of them still on my tongue. Back at college I already counted the days until the next family gathering. We all knew exactly what we wanted now: more raw, filthy nights under the same roof, bodies locked together, no rules except come hard and come often.