Author's Note (Important): This story is based on pure fiction. Because this story has explicit sexual content, ALL characters in this story are 18+. Let me just outline briefly that Vickram is 19, Sonia is 18, Lara is 21, Vinod is 19, and Rani 21.
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The Saturday morning sun's bright rays pushed through the thin white curtains and struck Vickram Dutt's eyes. He squeezed his eyelids tighter and turned over in his bed, throwing aside the white blanket because of the heat.
Vick had only gotten a few hours of sleep. All night, dreams had come unbidden into his exhausted mind. But they were not dreams he wanted to have, dreams over which he had no control. They were erotic dreams.
First he dreamt of his sister Sonia and himself engaged in forbidden acts of incest, then there was another dream where he was with his mother, and then there was the one following where he was with both his mother and sister....
A few minutes passed by as Vick tried to fall back asleep in vain. However, knowing that if he didn't wake soon his father would yell at him, Vick decided to get up. He brushed and then went out into the hall. As he walked past his older sister's room he saw that the door was closed.
"Lara's still sleeping," he said with a shake of his head. Yep, she probably came home past 2:00 last night after partying and drinking. Dad's gonna be angry and give her a good tongue-lashing.
"Well," he said going down the stairs, "I can only hope...."
Walking into the dining-room he saw his parents and younger sister already sitting down to breakfast.
"You're late," said Rishik, grimacing at his son.
"Y-yeah," Vick replied, "I didn't get much sleep last night." He turned his gaze away from his father and his eyes landed on Sonia: she smiled at him.
"What's the matter, Big Brother?" asked Sonia with a grin, stirring her bowl of cereal with a spoon. "Did you have bad dreams? Is that why you couldn't get to sleep?"
Vickram chose not to answer her as he took a seat.
That punk! he thought, for an 18 year old soon to be graduating high-school, Sonia sure can act like a little brat.
"Aren't you going to have breakfast, Son?" asked Mrs. Dutt, looking at Vickram from the other end of the table as she poured more tea into Rishik's cup.
"I don't feel like it," Vick replied, resting his forehead on the tabletop. He was trying his best to not meet Mala or Sonia's stares, fearing that he would give away his mounting lust for them.
Just great, he thought, how can I get through the day after last night? I'll be imagining Mom and Sis naked every time I see them.
Mala pushed her chair back and stood up. She walked into the kitchen, opened a few cabinets and drawers, and soon came back into the dining room.
Placing a steaming mug before her son, she said in English, her words marked with a slight accent, "Drink some tea, Vickram, dear. It will make you feel better." Vickram raised his head and looked up at his beautiful mother. She smiled at him and bent down to kiss him on the forehead.
"Okay," Vick replied, watching his mother walk back to her chair.
His eyes zeroed in on his mother's tasteful nightie. The black, silky material underscored Mala's full figure, especially her trim waist and the two tight cheeks of her ass which swayed with her steps. When Mala took her seat, Vickram could see his mother's deep cleavage, the luscious cleft between her large breasts exposed by the low neckline of the nightie.
That familiar burning sensation welled up inside of Vickram's chest.
This is wrong, he told himself. I shouldn't be checking her out. She's my mom!
But visions of the previous night assaulted his brain. He saw his naked mother sucking his father's fat prick, getting her pussy eaten while she moaned and groaned, and finally riding Rishik's cock till she came with a scream. Vickram also remembered with disgust how he had wished he could have been in his father's place fucking his own mother. Then there had been the startling discovery of his father's perverted desire to have sex with his Mom's sister.
Sonia cleared her throat, causing her brother to jump in his chair.
"What's wrong?" she whispered with a grin. "Were you checking out Mom again?"
Vick pressed a finger to his lips and leaned towards his sister. "Shhhhh! What if Mom and Dad heard you?"
"Well?" pursued Sonia with a devious smile.
"Of course not!" replied Vick. He was getting angry at his sister's constant teasing. "Why don't you grow up, Sonia? Start acting like your actually 18!"
"Yeah right," she laughed. "If I want to act like a kid then I will! After all, I am your baby sister." She pouted her lips.
Vickram shook his head and took a sip of his tea.
"You may be my baby sister 'cause you're younger, but that doesn't mean you have to behave like an actual baby."
Sonia smiled in her usual adorable manner. "Yes I do, Big Brother! I'll always be a kid!"
Vick couldn't help it; he laughed out loud. "I can't believe you're only one year younger than me. It's hard to imagine you at 40, Sis. Tell me, will you still act like a baby?"
"Yep," she answered at once, "Always: Sonia, the 40 year old baby." She started giggling.
Taking another sip from his steaming mug, Vickram said, "You'll be 19 next year when you start university, the same as me right now. Soon you'll have to mature whether you like it or not."
"Well then I don't like it," Sonia replied with a frown.
Some minutes passed by as the family continued eating without conversation. Then Mala spoke up. "Rishik, when are you going to get the air conditioner fixed? It's getting to be a very hot summer and the kids—"
"The kids can go for a swim if they want to cool down," her husband cut her off.
"But," Mala persisted, "my sister is coming over to stay with Vinod and Rani for the weekend: what will her kids do?"
Mr. Dutt put the newspaper down on the table. "If Mira—and the children, of course—feels like it, she can go for a swim. Maybe I'll go a swim too, since it's so hot today." Rishik's thick face wrapped into a grin, causing his wife to blush and look down at her hands.
Vick couldn't believe his father: he deliberately wasn't fixing the air conditioner just so he could have a chance of seducing his sister-in-law.
That's shrewd, thought Vickram with a shake of his head, almost diabolical. But will Dad really be able to seduce Aunty Mira?
Vick thought about his uncle, Rohit Lall, who had passed away fifteen years ago, and how his Aunt had stayed a widow all those years.
Wouldn't she get lonely? he wondered. She doesn't have anyone to satisfy her sexual desires and she can't date since she's a traditional Indian woman. But how can she handle not having a lover for all those years?
An hour and a half later the family sat in the living room watching television. The house was sweltering. It was one of those humid, airless summer days. The windows were all thrown wide open but the Dutts were lucky if a random breeze would blow through them.
"Damn this heat...." Vickram muttered, wiping his sweaty face off on his shoulder.
Sonia had changed into a bright yellow t-shirt which ended halfway down her chest and left most of her stomach exposed, its rim stretched taut some inches above her bellybutton. The t-shirt hugged so firmly against Sonia's curves that Vick was amazed to see his sister's pert breasts rise and fall with each little breath she took. With the t-shirt Sonia wore a very small pair of tan shorts that left her brown thighs bare from the middle down.
More than once Vickram had attempted to capture secret glances of his baby sister. His eyes kept wandering to the border where Sonia's short-shorts ended midway down her thighs and her naked legs began.
Mom's thighs are broader, he noted, but Sister's are nice and lean.
Vickram shook his head rapidly like a wet dog, realizing the dirty thoughts that had entered his mind.
But his eyes traveled further up his sister's body and stopped at her narrow stomach. The zippered shorts were dangerously low-cut, the top rim circling Sonia's waist just above her pelvic bone.
He stared with lust at the tautness of his sister's abdomen; it was so smooth, firm and flat. Because the t-shirt ended just a few inches below Sonia's breasts, much of her light brown stomach was visible to her brother's sight. Vick's gaze traveled higher to the pert globes pushing against the yellow cotton. Sonia's breasts were small yet perfectly round, made the more delicious since the t-shirt was such a snug fit against her slender body.
Though Sonia was short and not as full-figured as her mother, Vick loved his sister's slim figure. There was something so attractive about her tomboyishness and innocence that made up for her lack of large breasts or overtly sexual curves.
The thudding of feet sounded on the stairs. Vick and Sonia turned to see their older sister Lara come waltzing down. Without so much as a word or a look towards her family, Lara walked past them towards the kitchen.
She was stopped dead in her tracks by her father's exclamation. "Lara!" he said, leaning forward on the cushioned armchair.
Lara huffed in exasperation. Without turning to face her father she replied, "Yeah?"
"Turn around," Rishik ordered.
Lara spun around on her heel: father and daughter locked eyes. Though Vick was often fearful of his father and blamed him for favoritism towards Sonia, he disliked his older sister so much that he wished she would pay for her late-night revels and other selfish behaviour.
Look at her face, Vick said to himself, shaking with rage as he saw the contemptuous glance Lara directed towards her father. The bitch looks like she owns the world.
"Come here," ordered Rishik. Lara rolled her eyes in irritation. "Now!"
She walked into the living room and stood in front of her father. Mala looked at her husband with pleading eyes, hoping that he wouldn't do anything drastic.
Lara was dressed in a flimsy dark red slip, its thin shoulder-straps leaving her upper-back and shoulders bare.
Fuck, thought Vick, the material is almost see-through! He strained to make out his sister's naked body inside her delicate nightwear, but it proved to be a vain endeavor.
Silken waves of black hair with dark-brown highlights tumbled half-way down Lara's back. The hemline of the dark red slip cut off around the middle of her full, supple thighs and provided an alluring contrast to her fair brown skin.
