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- Sep- 2026 -24 SeptemberIncest
Three Mothers, One Secret
The Ganga was already rising when the three of them first walked into Banaras Hindu University as students. Late July. Heat sat on Hanuman Gali like a wet cloth. The air tasted of river, incense, and diesel. First-year BCom. Same faculty. Same mess. Same lane they had never really left. They had grown up in three houses standing in a row off a quiet gali behind the main road. White walls, inner courtyards, first-floor balconies close enough that a voice carried without being raised. Upper middle class. Family businesses. Enough money that no one announced it, enough order that the…
- 19 SeptemberAnal
What the Night Made Us: Three Brother’s in Dilemma
At twenty-six, Sanjay had learned that adulthood was mostly pretending you knew where you were going. The trick worked surprisingly well. Wear an ironed shirt. Keep two credit cards in your wallet. Complain about taxes. Answer your mother’s calls with haan, Maa, kha liya. Post photographs from office parties where everyone held glasses they did not particularly enjoy drinking from. People assumed you had a plan. Sanjay had none. At 8:17 on a humid Saturday evening, he stood outside a small hotel near Boring Road in Patna with a backpack over one shoulder and watched an auto-rickshaw fight unsuccessfully with…
- 19 SeptemberIncest
Mummy’s Situation
I still hear the cooker. That is the thing about our house. Even when I am on the tenth floor of the bank with a glass wall behind me and Pune burning white outside, some part of me is still in Aundh, listening for the second whistle. It means she is there. It means the kitchen is hers. It means the day has a centre. My name is Arun, and I have spent twenty-seven years pretending I do not notice the centre. Thursday began like every other Thursday that wants to trick you. Light through the mango leaves. Dust on…
- 8 SeptemberAnal
It’s Not My Fault – Part 32
He grinned and replied “ohh that’s easy aunty. I will tell them I was here to get some study tips from you…”. I so much wanted to kiss him again for his thoughtfulness but since we were now standing in my open veranda I only nodded in agreement. Just as Suresh left on his bike, Ramu came and stood at my gate. It’s Not My Fault – Part 31 Ramu was on his security rounds. I felt an instant surge of arousal seeing him because I was so desperate for a fuck when I was with Suresh. So Ramu came…
- Aug- 2026 -20 AugustCheat
It’s Not My Fault – Part 28
He screamed “fuckkkk… sweetheart… I can’t believe you really did that…”? I winked at him and said “why not Adi baby? Your cum is so tasty so why waste it… I wish I were in your computer room, then your waste bin would still be dry”. It’s Not My Fault – Part 27 Adi grabbed my shoulders and pulled my up making me lie fully on him. He locked in a fiercely passionate kiss taking pauses so both of us could breathe. I am sure he felt the taste of his own cum now. He whispered “fuckkk… Sweetheart… why didn’t…
- 10 AugustCheat
It’s Not My Fault – Part 26
I filled a few bottles of water and gave it to Ramu. He was reluctant to take it but I forced him. I gave him a good bye smooch and locked the door. I ate a few more bananas to get some quick energy. Then I sat on my sofa still fully naked after pouring myself a stiff drink. It’s Not My Fault – Part 25 I looked at the time and I still had a few hours before Ramesh would return. I messaged my friend and mentor with all the details of everything that happened today. We discussed plans…
- 7 AugustIncest
Ideal Religious Family : 2
“Oh, Parvati Maa, you know I want to be a mother… a real mother. For the past seven days, I have been following the instructions given by Guruji–keeping his blessed hibiscus flower under my pillow. However, it is beyond my imagination that from the very first day, you have been appearing in my dreams, telling me I would be able to conceive a child only with my brother…”Supriya’s married daughter, Soma Choudhary Seikh, sighed helplessly in the small worship room of her parents’ house in South Kolkata, looking up at the large, colourful portrait of Goddess Parvati. Ideal Religious Family…
- 7 AugustIncest
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 -24 JulyAnal
It’s Not My Fault – Part 22
He calmly replied “madam please understand your bag needs to look full so your husband doesn’t suspect anything. You can return these when you come here next time.”. I was amazed at his presence of mind. I gave him a naughty wink and a smile and left from there. It’s Not My Fault – Part 21 I got back home and found Ramesh watching TV and also sifting through some papers. He saw the bag and said “that’s a lot of vegetables…”. I replied “yes, this is why I had to go today because the fridge is empty…”. I put…
- 22 JulyIncest
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 JulyIncest
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 JulyIncest
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…