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  • Aug- 2026 -
    7 August
    Incest

    Sibling Secrets: Chandigarh Nights

    The heavy, suffocating humidity of the Chandigarh afternoon pressed against the glass windows, making the air inside feel impossibly thick. Vyom paced the small living room of his apartment. The humid air hung in the room, matching the suffocating, anxious weight in his chest. Well, for a few more minutes, this space was his alone. Just two weeks ago, not even a month after he had moved into this place on his own for his third year of college, his parents happily informed him that his elder sister, Urvin, was moving in. She had somehow managed to get a waiver…

  • Jul- 2026 -
    22 July
    Incest

    My Mummy Kalpana from Instagram to Bed

    Chapter 1: The Homecoming – A Slow Awakening Keshav Rao stepped out of the arrival gate at Pune’s Lohegaon Airport carrying only a small backpack. At 27, he looked every inch the successful young banker — tall, broad-shouldered from consistent gym work, sharp features, neatly styled hair, and the quiet, slightly tired air of someone who had been working long hours in Bangalore to bury something. Three weeks earlier his girlfriend had ended their relationship. The split had been clean but left him hollow in a way he hadn’t expected. In the days that followed he had made a deliberate,…

  • 19 July
    Incest

    The Son’s Pubic Itch

    In the dusty, mango-scented lanes of Mohanpur — a small, sleepy town in central Uttar Pradesh — life followed the same rhythm for generations. The temple bell rang at dawn, the government school whistle blew at eight, and by nine at night most houses had already switched off their lights. It was the kind of place where everyone knew whose son had scored what in the boards, whose daughter was getting married, and whose family was struggling to pay the electricity bill. In this world lived three boys who had become something rarer than brothers. Divyansh was eighteen, tall and…

  • 19 July
    Incest

    Yes, Our Sisters are Horny too !!!

    Lucknow had always been a city of contrasts — its old nawabi grace lingering in the narrow lanes, and its restless youth crowding coaching centers, cyber cafés, and tea stalls, chasing dreams of a more secure tomorrow. In one such corner of the city stood a modest duplex house in a quiet colony, where the Sharma family lived. Akshay, at twenty-eight, carried both the weight of responsibility and the impatience of youth. He had just completed his master’s degree in Political Science, but life had offered him no time to rest. Preparing for competitive exams during the day, he also…

  • Jun- 2026 -
    18 June
    Anal

    It’s Not My Fault – Part 14

    Thank you for all your messages, please read the previous parts so you can enjoy this better Let’s continue… https://www.sex4stories.com/its-not-my-fault-part-13/ This time I didn’t stop him at all. He held the waist band of my shorts with both hands and in one hard yank he pulled them down. In the rush, the waist band of my panties too came off with it leaving me fully naked and exposed down there. I shrieked and covered my womanhood with my hands. Ramu removed my shorts and panties completely and sat between my legs. I was still lying on my chest. He ran…

  • 14 June
    Cheat

    It’s Not My Fault – Part 13

    He left before I could react to what he just said. But the warmth in his voice melted my heart. I have never come across or felt so much love and care ever before. Something I have been longing for from Ramesh

  • 10 June
    Cheat

    It’s Not My Fault – Part 12

    I kissed his cheek and said “it’s okay sweetheart... I am very happy that you tried...”. I sat him on my sofa and sat next to him in a side hug. Today Suresh wasn’t as shy and nervous as he was yesterday...

  • 3 June
    Cheat

    It’s Not My Fault – Part 10

    After letting him suck my tits for a while, I asked “Shyam haven’t you had your fill”? He looked at me and grinned “I can never have enough of your tasty big boobs Nandini”.

  • Mar- 2025 -
    16 March

    LOVE & LOVE Only

    The aroma of filter coffee, a constant in our South Indian household, was stronger than usual that morning. Dad was already on a conference call, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the house, while Mom bustled around the kitchen, her bangles jangling a familiar tune. Vinay, my older brother, was probably still asleep, the lucky so-and-so. He was living the Bangalore dream, or so it seemed. I, Vishal, was a chip off the old block, following Vinay’s path right into the heart of the IT world. Now, I was about to join him in Bangalore, a city that…

  • 4 March
    Cheat

    Son’s Best Friend: Left him shocked & satisfied

    It’s not a suitable time for me to attend religious melas organised by it’s guru and feeling too relaxed as well as satisfied with guys,it’s my opinion to enjoy life with all that addicts and habits that give you satisfaction and pleasure.so it’s my religion and karma to perform sex with my lovers and Soumya , a 37 years matured lady have been with her son also as I know it’s a sin for me in Indian society but if a lady or gal get fucked by a stranger or by their relatives , law always punished them and lastly…

  • Feb- 2025 -
    22 February

    18 year-old comes to her rescue & loses his virginity

    It was a weird fucking day…that turned into one of the greatest experiences of my life. I can remember everything about that day, twelve years ago, when I became a man in the way that men judge manhood – and a hero in the eyes of the beautiful woman who made me a man. But I’m getting ahead of myself here. You’ll need a little background before I get to what I’m going to tell you about. When I was fifteen, my mom’s youngest brother Frank got married. He lived about 300 miles away from the rest of the family…

  • Jan- 2025 -
    18 January

    Love affair with Mother

    Garrett presses play on the device containing the audio recording. “Walking in this house made me fucking homesick. The smell reminds me of the best times of my life. “It’s been two days since Mother’s funeral. I haven’t slept more than minutes at a time since. I sit in one of the dark stained, wooden chairs at the table in her kitchen as I sip on the scotch that she had saved for a special occasion. She showed it to me years ago and told me that one day we would share it in celebration of a special occasion. We…

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