Arrival of 2 Daughters-in-Law

Father Ranjit 55 (sasraji = father-in-law)

Mother Padma 53 (sasuji = mother-in-law)

Son Deepak 25 -- Marries Asha 23

Son Hitesh 23 -- Marries Sunita 18

Chapter 1 - Asha

Deepak, 25 and Asha, 23 returned from their glorious honeymoon, happy and carefree as a new couple could be. They touched each other constantly and held hands, even tickling and giggling in front of the family. Everyone was happy for them.

Asha, the long dark haired beauty from the poorer part of the town of India's western state, was chosen by Deepak's father Ranjit with an input from his mother Padma. Asha was happy and grateful, and couldn't believe her luck at bagging such a rich family...well much richer than her own anyway, enough to have domestic help. She knew she had to please her in-laws and show how thankful she was. She had dreams of making a happy family and making her husband and her in-laws proud of her. She knew her husband wasn't the most handsome person but he was fine, good enough for her. After all he was kind and loving.

Sure, Deepak had to be away on business sometimes, sometimes for a week at a time, but Asha knew that before the marriage and did not mind, she would wait for him and welcome him home and make him happy when he returned, like only a wife could.

But after a couple of months certain things began to happen that made her scratch her head. Like her father-in-law walking into her bedroom...holding knickers in his hands.

"Asha, would this be yours?" he said holding them up, opened out with his hands. "They look like only a young woman would wear; they're certainly not my wife's." He giggled a bit and turned them around a few times to show her both sides.

Blushing red, Asha replied, "Yes, father. They...they're mine. Where did you find them?"

"They were in the garden. They must have blown away from the washing line."

"Thank you," she said meekly. She took the knickers from her sasraji.

Of course the father-in-law had deliberately taken them from the washing line, played with them, rubbed his cock on them, and even left a spot of semen on the gusset, and brought them to Asha, just to tease the new bride.

The next time he had brought over a sexy, lacy bra.

"Are these yours, Asha?" holding up the bra open with his arms up. "They look like your size."

"Oh! Yes, father. Where did you find them?" Asha asked, blushing red.

"They were in the garden. They must have fallen down into the bushes."

"Thank you." Asha shyly took the bra from her sasraji.

Both times she didn't question how he would have come to find them. Both items were of course a bit lacy and sexy, the type a young wife might wear to excite her new husband. So it was highly embarrassing for her.

At another times he began to walk in to her bedroom without knocking when she was changing, on pretext of wanting to discuss a matter; catching her half dressed, or even in her underwear. Asha knew her sasraji was the head of the household, but she thought at least her bedroom afforded her privacy; it would be her little sanctuary. Asha obviously made sure Deepak would get his breakfast and get him off to work before tending to her own self; so she was alone in her bedroom when these incidents happened.

Of course he would politely apologise and turn around whilst she quickly covered herself before continuing the discussion. She realised he did not leave the room, but only turned around.

Asha felt like mentioning these incidents to her husband. But may be they were just nothing, and she didn't want to be seen to be complaining and causing a situation, especially when new to the household. So she put them behind her.

But then he began to hug her -- tightly, pressing their bodies together, squashing her firm young breasts against his chest; and letting his hands wander close to her arse. She felt uncomfortable but he was always so polite, making her think it was her that might be imagining things. But then one day he came into her room just as she entered her bedroom from her private bathroom after a shower!! Luckily she had a robe on. Nowadays, fearing her sasraji coming into the room unannounced she had taken to wearing a robe into her room, instead of entering naked as she used to do when she had felt carefree, happy and romantic...and slightly erotic.

"Eeek!" Asha shrieked. "What...can I help you, sasraji? You scared me." He once again nearly caught her in state of undress.

"I'm sorry, Asha, I didn't mean to scare you. But I need to talk to you. Please sit down here on the bed," he indicated.

Asha sat down tentatively next to him, pulling her robe tighter around herself.

"With Deepak gone for the whole week and you being young, I'm sure it is very difficult for you," he said.

"I...I don't know what you mean. I do miss him," she confessed.

"Exactly. I'm sure you have your needs and I'm just afraid that your needs might make you stray." Asha was still confused; frown of her eyebrows gave her away. "Asha dear, how many times have you been having sex with Deepak?"

"I...I'm sorry?" she thought she didn't hear that right.

"How many times have you been having sex with Deepak?"

"I...I don't know what to say. Isn't that private between Deepak and me?" Asha was stunned by such an intimate private question. She felt defensive.

"Normally it is. But this is different. I assume you and Deepak have had sex every day, at least once a day, when he is here; most probably more then once a night. Right?"

"Well..."

"Of course you've had. You're newly married and it's all new and so nice. You can't get enough. Right? When we were newly married that was the only thing on our minds. I used to drag your mother into the bedroom and just do it, even during the day. And your mother used to tease me and grabbed me when no one was looking to get me hard all the time. And so with Deepak away, you're not getting the sex that you need, so you may be tempted to...shall we say, look else where whilst Deepak is away?"

"Oh my God! Oh no, no, no! I would never do that! You have to believe me!"

"I need to make sure my son is not cheated," He said, placing his hand on her leg and firmly running it up and down her firm thigh.

She tried to get up and move away, but he put his other arm around her shoulders to weigh her down.

"PLEASE. I love Deepak. I would never do that," Asha was now getting frightened.

"May be. But don't tell me you don't get the urges whilst Deepak is away?" He tried to undo the sash on her robe, but she struggled.

"I just want to make sure that you are satisfied, that's all," the sly father-in-law casually said.

"No. No. Please!" Asha was getting desperate. She finally twigged what her sasraji was planning to do. But she was powerless to stop him from undoing the sash. She was naked to him from her front. She wanted to scream but it didn't come out. She only saw more trouble if others were to find out about what was going on. She may be sent back home, they may blame her...with all the shame that would bring to her and her family. No, she had to deal with this herself.

"Please. Please, sasraji. You mustn't. You can't."

It was no good. He was on top of her and he undid his lungi (like a sarong). He wasn't wearing any underwear and his dark brown cock was hard and pressing on her belly!

"I have to do this for my son," he said irrationally.

"I promise, I won't do anything. I will wait for him. ONLY him," Asha said frantically. But he had parted her legs and he was pressing his cock on her hairy mound.

"Oh, God. No!" she can't believe this was happening. Then it happened. She felt his cock nudge her pussy and was pushing inside.

She writhed and thrust as he held her arms out to her sides and his body weight weighed her down. He was a slightly bigger man, definitely weighed more than her slight figure. And her movements only aided the invader. She was dry but he was lusting and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, making penetration easy. All of a sudden he was fully in, his greying pubic hair mingled and tangled with her lush dark shining abundant bush, and their pubic bones pressed against each other.

He held himself there for a while, a self-satisfied grin on his face, letting her get used to his penetration, and letting himself smugly bask in his conquest, and enjoy for a moment the tight gripping feel all along his super hard cock. YESSSSS!! he thought.

With his face directly above her he said, "Don't make a fuss, dear. You want it. I'm just making sure you get it."

She couldn't believe the predicament she was in. She now felt like crying. But her mood changed when she felt the large hard cock sliding back out of her pussy and then quickly back in again. He was fucking her! Her sasraji was actually fucking her. Where is Deepak? She was so happy; everything was so good with her new family and her marriage up until now. What was happening?

"Just stay there. It won't take long, and you'll feel better after," the sly old man said as he picked up his pace and began to enjoy a tight pussy once again. He had forgotten how wonderful a young woman's cunt can feel after so many years now of fucking his slowly aging wife.

Asha's eyes were wide as she felt his lips on her. "Mmmmmmm!" Asha cried out. He was kissing her!

Asha began to pant and gasp against her will. The invading piston rubbed all along inside her vagina, sending deliciously pleasurable sexual feelings reverberating through her fresh young receptive body. With each hard thrust he groaned and she gasped.

"P...Please...I...ungh...Please...Oh!" she groaned "I won't...Ungh!...you...don't...need...to...Oh!...do...this...Ooooo!!!"

He took the opportunity to kiss her soft lips and quickly feel up her smooth young body, feeling and squeezing her breasts. 'Oh! Firm young breasts', he thought as he once again enjoyed such pleasure after all these years, for his wife was anything but pert anymore.

The amazing illicit fucking was too much for him. He exploded with an almighty burst of his semen spurting into the young bride. He jerked and spasmed, enjoying the thrilling climax, heightened by the tight young cunt and the illicit fuck.

To her amazement Asha couldn't believe how energetic and forceful his thrusts and lunges were, even at his age. To her shame she couldn't help but to climax also. Her body betrayed her; her pussy deliciously spasmed, her hips thrust up to meet his.

After rolling off her he lay next to her, panting hard, enjoying the after-glow of his conquest. She lay there, also panting hard, but confused and scared. Quickly she covered herself up to hide her nudity and ran to the bathroom.

Later that afternoon in the kitchen she was preparing the afternoon tea.

"Are you alright, dear?" her mother-in-law asked.

"Y...yes, sasuji (mother-in-law)," she replied. Then added, blushing, "It's...you know...my time."

"Oh, I see. I understand. Nasty things. But can't be helped."

Asha felt like confessing, her head was spinning, she felt confused and didn't know who she could talk to. Not her mother, she'd cry and worry and no way could she worry her mother like that -- not after she'd gone to so much trouble and expense to arrange her marriage. Not to her husband, he may not even believe her; he may even blame her! So she only saw trouble for herself and her family, even though she hadn't done anything wrong herself. And her mother-in-law was so kind; she didn't feel like causing trouble for her, but shouldn't she know about what her husband did? But may be it was just one-off.

No two ways about it. The young bride was raped by her father-in-law. But she felt powerless to do anything about it.

When Ranjit sat down with the others for his tea his eyes darted between his wife and Asha, looking for any clues, wondering if Asha had told his wife. His euphoria at doing something so outrageous gave way to dread and fear of possible repercussions.

There was no change in is wife's demeanour, although Asha understandably was not meeting his eyes.

For the next few days Ranjit held his breath, seeing if there was going to be any fallout. To his relief everything was relatively normal. He thought he got away with it.

For Asha, she was beginning to relax once more, thinking that it was a one-off and best be forgotten for the future of her marriage.

One change that Padma noticed was her husband's renewed sexual vigour. True, he still wanted to fuck her often as always, but these last few days he had been more energetic and...and...extra hard...and kissing her more... and she loved it! She'd guessed right that it must be something to do with having a new sexy young woman in the house. She guessed he may even be fantasizing about her -- even when they are having sex; after all she has her own little naughty thoughts sometimes when Ranjit is fucking her. Although she'd never guess that her husband actually fucked their son's new wife and seen her naked.

Seeing that Asha had not made a fuss and no consequence came of his lustful act, he entered her bedroom once more one sleepy hot afternoon, whilst everyone else was taking a nap. Asha was also lying on her bed, but when she saw her sasraji she sat up with a start.

"It has been a few days and you must be in need of some...relief," said the wily man.

"N...no! Please...no. I...I'm not...," she tried to protest, but before she could finish her sentence Ranjit was pushing the young bride back down onto the bed.

"It's ok. I understand. You don't have to be shy. Deepak has been away for a few days and...things can happen...here," he said as he grabbed her between her legs through her sari.

"Eeek!" cried out Asha in surprise. Then bit her tongue aware of not making too much noise. She tried to get up but the firm pressure on her shoulders prevented her from doing so. She then struggled as, to her shock, sasraji started to pull up her sari, feeling her smooth legs as he slid his hand up.

It was so thrilling for him to feel the smooth, firm thigh.

"Please. I...I don't need to...I am not going to...," she tried to say but she couldn't even bare to say the words. She couldn't believe it was happening again.

"I understand at your age you will have the urges. You don't have to worry," he said smoothly and reassuringly.

Asha couldn't believe that he was going to do it again! What should she do?

In no time at all Ranjit had his hand all the way up under the sari and on the struggling woman's knickers. He quickly and firmly slid them down and off. The randy Ranjit smiled as he noted the black underwear with the small white polka dots and slim, white lace trimming. Very pretty.

It was easy to release his rigid cock from his lungi, and he was in between Asha's legs. He took the opportunity to feel up her pussy and combed his fingers through her abundant pussy hair. Leaning over her, and directing his cock to her pussy with one hand he thrust his hips.

He closed his eyes shut and his mouth hung open in sheer bliss at feeling the hot tight cunt enveloping his super sensitive cock. 'Yes. Oh God. This is heaven. This is what a cunt should feel like. What a lucky bastard his son was to have such a pretty young wife to fuck,' he thought.

"Oooo!" Asha cried out in shock at being penetrated forcefully. She felt discomfort as she was dry.

Ranjit held himself in his daughter-in-law, letting her get used to his invasion. But he couldn't wait for long. And soon enough he started the slow rhythmic sliding in and out, revelling in the electrifying sensation stroking his cock.

"Oh! Oh, God!" Asha gasped at the thought of getting fucked again by her father-in-law.

But sure enough, as Ranjit stimulated her vagina it became wet and Asha could not hold back the pleasurable groans. Seeing the pretty face up close below him he kissed Asha, and kept kissing her and kissing her, breathing raggedly through his nose, as he fucked her. And in no time at all Ranjit ejaculated into his daughter-in-law, still kissing her.

Over the next few weeks and months Ranjit proceeded to fuck Asha on the pre-text that he was only helping her. Eventually she didn't resist and gave way to her fate as she couldn't figure out how to stop him. So he proceeded to fuck Asha at every opportunity -- basically daily, mostly in the afternoon when everyone was having an afternoon nap - when his son was away from home at work. The ploy about helping her went out of the window; he was fucking her because he wanted to fuck her. It was obvious now; and they both knew it.

By day she accepted her father-in-law's cock between her legs and by night she was penetrated by the rightful cock of her husband. And when there was a little bit more time her sasraji took the opportunity to expose her tits and suck then; or spread her legs to explore, compare and contrast Asha's young jet-black hairy pussy to his wife's greying hairy pussy.

During the weekdays, when his sons were at work, Ranjit became bolder to the point that he readily groped and caressed Asha's arse. Or occasionally grabbed and squeezed a tit - in the kitchen and other parts of the house, either as a gesture of greeting or just simply because he felt like it. Asha just bit her lip and endured it.

The fact was every other part of Asha's life was just great: her sasraji was kind, polite, generous and cheerful, many times even making her laugh. It was just that he was fucking her and touching her inappropriately. But since she resigned herself to it, and stopped resisting, it became more bearable. But when she was being intimate with her husband Deepak memory of being with his father would occasionally invade. And of course she had to make sure she had cleaned up her pussy of her sasraji's semen so her husband would not suspect.

To that effect she'd even considered trimming or even shaving her pubic hair -- to help her keep it clean. But she recalled Deepak saying how wonderful her hairy pussy was and how he'd comb his fingers through her lush springy bush. So she was keeping it for her husband.

Chapter 2 - Sunita

Asha was in Sunita's bedroom, sitting next to her friend on the young woman's bed. They had become best of friends after Sunita arrived into the household as an 18year old bride to 23year old Hitesh, Deepak's younger brother. It was another lavish wedding about four months ago.

"Is everything all right?" Asha asked Sunita, sitting on Sunita's bed. She'd sensed something was up after seeing Sunita a bit aloof recently.

"Yes," came the short unconvincing reply. Asha recognized the look.

"Look, you can tell me ANYTHING; things you can't tell even your husband or even your mother."

Sunita looked searchingly at Asha's face. Asha has been like a big sister ever since she married Hitesh and came to this big house, a sister she never had, and she'd been grateful for that. She'd felt she was too young to marry, but her parents had insisted; it made good sense to combine the families they'd said. So she was thankful for Asha's friendship, help and guidance.

But can she really tell Asha this thing that's troubling her? She was afraid of her marriage break up. She was afraid of everyone blaming her somehow.

Asha saw the doubtful look on Sunita's face. Her youthful young, flawless face was even prettier than her's, she thought. Her dark full head of bouncy hair more lush and shiny.

"You can trust me with absolutely anything," Asha comforted the young bride, hugging her and stroking her hair reassuringly. She recalled her own early days of uncertainty when she had no one to talk to. She wanted to be there for Sunita, for whatever was troubling her.

"It's sasraji, he's..."

Asha's ears pricked up. "Go on...," she encouraged.

"He's been...touching me..."

OH NO! Asha thought, "Not you as well!" Asha blurted out.

"W...What do you mean 'you as well'? Sunita frowned.