Chapter 5 Sealed In Forbidden Bond

Chapter 5: Sealed in Forbidden Bond

Then, one day, his uncle announced that he was leaving for Europe for two weeks. Varun saw this as his chance to reach out to Sailaja again. After his uncle left that evening, he approached her and said, "Auntie, please look at me and tell me you don't love or want me anymore. I'll leave your life forever if that's how you feel. I can't bear to be so close to you yet so far away."

Sailaja immediately broke down, tears streaming down her face. Varun stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her and whispering, "Shush, Auntie, don't cry."

Through her sobs, she said, "I'm sorry, Varun. I could see how much pain you were in, and it broke my heart. But it wasn't easy for me either. I wanted to come to you many times but didn't want to corrupt you further."

She paused, then continued, "The other day, you asked me if you could impregnate me, and that's not a small thing. If we continue this relationship, there is every chance of that happening, and it is not as simple as just being together. I felt miserable pushing you away but thought it was for the best."

Sailaja's voice faltered as she confessed, "I yearned for you every day. I cried when no one was around, but I told myself it was better for me to move on. You are young, and you have your whole life ahead of you. Meanwhile, your uncle's frustration over my inability to conceive has made my life unbearable. He has taken his anger out on me repeatedly. I thought about ending it all, but I could not leave my daughter behind."

Her sobs grew softer as she explained the torment she had endured--the mental pain, the mistreatment, and the hopelessness she felt. Finally, she said, "Yesterday, when your uncle told me he was going to Amsterdam for two weeks, I made up my mind. If you still want me, I will continue our relationship."

Her words hung in the air as she looked at him with a mixture of vulnerability and hope, waiting for his response.

Varun stood frozen, his heart pounding as he tried to comprehend what Sailaja had just said. His mind was racing, his emotions a whirlwind.

"You mean... that we... we...?" he stammered, his voice shaky, almost afraid to believe her words.

Sailaja's gaze softened as she nodded gently, her eyes filled with an emotion he couldn't quite place. "Yes, we can be together again if you want," she said quietly, her voice tender yet resolute. "But we must take things one step at a time, Varun. I want this, but it has to be right."

His chest tightened as relief swept over him, followed quickly by an overwhelming rush of love and longing. A tear threatened to slip from his eye, but he blinked it back, not wanting to show his vulnerability. "I can't believe it," he whispered, reaching for her, his arms pulling her into a tight embrace.

"These months without you... I felt like I was drowning like nothing mattered anymore. I didn't know how to live with this ache."

Sailaja closed her eyes as she pressed her forehead against his, her voice trembling with emotion. "I never wanted to hurt you, Varun. I thought... I thought keeping my distance would be best for both of us. But every day, my heart broke, too. I could feel your pain, even when I tried to hide it. I could not just move on from this... from you."

Varun pulled back slightly to look at her, his hand gently cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear she had not realised had fallen. "It was never easy, but I promised myself I would wait for you and be patient because I love you, Auntie. I always have, and I always will. No matter how long it takes, no matter what."

Sailaja's breath caught, and she looked at him, her eyes filled with something raw--guilt, regret, and undeniable love. "I don't want to hold you back anymore, Varun," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "I want us to build something real, not in secret, not in shame. I want a future with you, but it has to be right. It has to be honest."

Varun's heart surged with hope. "I want that too. I want to make this work, Auntie. I want us to be together the right way. Whatever that takes, I'm ready."

Sailaja nodded slowly, her gaze never leaving his. "You have no idea how much I've longed for this. How many times have I wished we could be together like this? But I needed to know you were truly ready for everything this would mean. For everything we would face together."

He kissed her forehead softly, a quiet promise lingering between them. "I'm ready. I've always been ready. And I'm never letting you go again."

They stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of their past and the promise of their future hanging between them. For the first time in what felt like forever, Varun felt whole again--like he had found his way back to the one person who truly understood him.

"I have to tell you something," she said

"What?" he asked

"Something significant," she smiled innocently.

"What? What?" he implored her.

"I want to have your baby," she said softly.

"Huh!" he grunted. "What did you say?"

"I want to have your baby," she said again, and he gawked at her, unable to believe what he had just heard.

"A baby? You want to have my baby?" he babbled inanely.

"Yes, I want to have your baby," she said again, giving his cock a suggestive squeeze.

"God, auntie, I love you," he groaned, gently pushing her down onto her back.

"Wait," she said. There is also a condition

"Even before you tell me any condition, I agree", Varun replied

She smiled at him and said, "This time, we shall make love as man and wife, not as illicit lovers; I want to be married to you before you come to my body again so that this time you will come to me as my husband."

"Oh, auntie, but how? Where will we get married? Who will perform the marriage for us?"

"Tomorrow, we'll head to the next town where a priest performs marriages for a fee," she explained. "We'll pay him, get married at his temple, and it will all be official." She added that she planned to leave her 14-month-old daughter, Yashoda, with a trusted friend for two days. The arrangement would not be a problem, as the baby was familiar with her friend, who had cared for her numerous times.

Varun was overjoyed. He kept professing his undying love for her, showering her with kisses. Overcome with emotion, he longed to make love to her, but she held her ground. "You'll have to wait," she said firmly. "Not until we are husband and wife."

He kept begging her, so she agreed that they could neck for a while but without any intimate touching. Finally, she told him to go to his room, sleep, and save everything for the next big day. Knowing he would be making love to his auntie again, he was so happy, but he had difficulty falling asleep. The thought of marrying his aunt and her permission for him to impregnate her was like a divine gift, which made him even more excited.

Sailaja, too, was filled with happiness now that she had decided to formalise her relationship with Varun through marriage rather than letting it remain an illicit affair. Initially, she had been apprehensive about his youth and whether he could handle the relationship with maturity. However, Varun had proven himself trustworthy over the past couple of months, quietly respecting her boundaries and never attempting to pressure or manipulate her.

As she prepared for their trip the next day, Sailaja packed her wedding saree with care and her lingerie--though she smiled to herself, knowing she might not need much of it after the wedding. She found herself getting so wet thinking of making love with Varun again, and her nipples became erect. Poor thing, she thought as she remembered how much he loved her succulent breast full of milk as now she had stopped breastfeeding, and her breast was dry. She decided to shave her vagina as a present for him tomorrow. She carefully took out the mangalsutra she had purchased the other day and packed it alongside her wedding saree. The mangalsutra is a sacred necklace the groom ties around the bride's neck during the wedding ceremony, symbolising their union--a profoundly cherished tradition in India.

The following day, Varun woke up early and went to his aunt's room, only to find her already up and getting Yashoda ready to stay with her friend. As he walked in, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. She turned to face him, kissed him deeply, and smiled. "How is my husband-to-be today?" she asked warmly.

"You go and get ready," she told him, "while I take Yashoda to my friend's house. In just a few hours, I'll be your wife--so save all that love for later and get ready."

After breakfast, they set off for the next town in a taxi, an hour-long drive full of quiet anticipation. Before going out, Sailaja warned Varun that in any public place, they were to behave like an aunt and nephew and that he could not touch her or do any such thing as it would be a scandal if anyone knowing them should happen to see such a thing. Varun behaved well, but when they reached the town, they booked into a hotel as husband and wife. As soon as they were inside the hotel room alone, Varun embraced his aunt and kissed her, rubbing his whole body against hers. Sailaja kissed back equally, probing her tongue inside his mouth and exchanging their saliva. Sailaja then told him to break the mangalsutra, which her husband and his uncle tied. Varun took pleasure in breaking the mangalsutra from Sailaja's neck.

They freshened up at the hotel and packed their wedding attire before heading to the temple. Sailaja had arranged the slightly secluded temple in advance over the phone. Upon their arrival, the priest greeted them warmly and assured them that the puja (ceremony) could begin as soon as they were ready.

Sailaja went to the dressing room adjacent to the temple to change while Varun, already dressed in a traditional kurta-pyjama, waited outside. After a short while, Sailaja emerged in her wedding saree, radiating grace. Together, they sat near the sacred fire as the marriage ceremony began.

This temple was well-known as a haven for couples eloping, so no questions were asked. A small band played traditional wedding music, adding a celebratory touch. The ceremony lasted about an hour, after which they were declared husband and wife. The priest's relatives and temple staff blessed the couple, and by evening, they returned to their hotel. Sailaja now wore the mangalsutra tied around her neck, with kumkum (vermilion) adorning her forehead--a mark of her new marital status.

The hotel staff, accustomed to hosting couples who had just married at the nearby temple, were unsurprised to see them return in their wedding attire. The manager sent a glass of milk to their room, a customary gesture.

Once the waiter left, Varun embraced Sailaja, saying softly, "My wife."

She smiled and replied, "My husband, go wait for me on the bed."

Varun sat on the bed, watching as Sailaja approached, her head modestly covered with her saree and the glass of milk in her hand--a traditional gesture for brides. After he drank the milk, he pulled Sailaja gently onto the bed, their new journey as husband and wife beginning in earnest. Varun started to attack her like a starved man attacking for his food. He tore away her blouse and freed her breast from the bra...after such a long time, he was able to see and fondle his aunt's breast again. They had become slightly smaller as they no longer produced milk, but the long nipples were already erect.

He quickly took one in his mouth and started to suck on it, at the same time fondling the other breast and rolling the nipple in his thumb. Sailaja moaned at the ministrations; there was no time for finesse; they were like animals ravaging each other's bodies as they pulled at each other's clothes with laboured breath. Quickly he pulled her saree along with the petticoat to her waist, pulled down the panty and exposed her shaved cunt. He was delighted to find her vagina already dripping in her secretions in anticipation. Quickly he freed his cock and plunged into her like a knife cutting butter.

"Oh, my darling wife, my cock is back where it belongs", he cried out as his cock was fully embedded.

"Yes, my darling husband, welcome home", she moaned back to him

"I am fucking you in your wedding saree; this is the same saree you wore in your first wedding, isn't it?"

"Yes, my darling, with this act, you are defiling my first marriage and legalising your marriage with me", she replied.

They fucked like animals as if there was no time. He thrust his cock fast and deep into her vagina as he mauled her breast and kissed her mouth. She humped back in equal frenzy as they sped towards their orgasm. Suddenly, they reached their orgasm together when Varun cried out," Oh, Auntie, I am going to come."

"My husband, come to me, come inside me, fill me up with your potent sperm and make me pregnant."

"Yes, I will fill you with my semen, cleanse your womb to make you pregnant," Varun said as he came shooting his semen inside her vagina and flooding her. Sailaja also came, and she arched her buttocks up to meet his thrust as he filled her womb with his potent sperm.

After the intense fucking session, Varun cuddled Sailaja, whispering sweet words of love into her ear. She felt content and at peace in his arms, knowing she had made the right decision. By marrying Varun and formalising their relationship, she had finally reconciled with herself--what was once a forbidden bond was now a relationship blessed by marriage. She did not consider it incest anymore.

After some time, Varun undressed himself and became completely naked. Then, he started undressing his aunt by removing the saree and the petticoat. Then he removed the torn blouse and her bra, which was hanging loosely. Once again, he started to fondle her breast, to which Sailaja said, "I am so sorry that my breast is dry; your uncle forced me to stop breastfeeding because that wimp of a man could not impregnate me."

"Don't worry, my darling wife, now I am here to impregnate you as many times as you want, and your breast will be constantly flowing with milk for me and my babies."

"Oh, my nephew's husband, I want nothing more than that....I love to breastfeed you; I love the feeling of your mouth on my breast sucking out milk...make me pregnant fast so that my breast shall once again fulfil your desire" Saying that, she started to slide down to his cock

She took his cock in her mouth and started to lick it back to life with the ministrations of her tongue. Quickly, it swelled and became rigid, filling her mouth. She took it out and marvelled at it while simultaneously noticing the distinct addition in size and light. While she teased his manhood back to ripeness, he bent down to the drooling wetness between her lovely legs. Inhaling deeply, he drank in the succulent aroma of her overheated cunt that was now leaking his semen mixed with her vaginal secretions.

The erotic fragrances filled his nose and sent a charge of excitement coursing through his cock. Leaning down farther, he stuck his tongue out and ran it up and down the sopping slit of slippery flesh, savouring the hot sweetness of her overflowing cunt as she mewed out her approval. Lapping at her pussy, he slurped his way up and down the fleshy gash until he found her bulging clitoris sticking out of its sheath. Suddenly, he attacked the jutting knob of slippery tissue, roughly slashing at it with his tongue as he sucked and pulled on it with his lips.

"Oh, my husband," she whimpered, humping her cunt up into his face.

Nipping and nibbling on the slippery clit with his teeth, he could sense that his aunt was already on the verge of a cataclysmic eruption of pleasure.

"Yes...my husband, yes...there," she murmured as he felt her whole body suddenly tighten and begin to shake.

Locking his lips down around the slick, little button of flesh, he raked his tongue back and forth across it furiously as she writhed underneath him.

He was making his auntie come with his mouth. How many nephews could marry his aunt and take her to sexual heights, he giddily wondered as he revelled in the wickedness of bringing his aunt and wife to fulfilment.

She thrashed about under his wicked ministrations; then, finally, he heard her groan loudly and felt her come. Her hips bounced up and down as her aromatic secretions went out of her pussy as she grovelled in the throes of her orgasm. He found it impossible to hold onto her wildly gyrating hips as she shamelessly raked her cunt up and down his face. That they were auntie and nephew and it was an act of incest no longer mattered.

She kept grinding her pussy down into his face until, at last, he felt the throes of her climax begin to weaken. Just as the last throes of her orgasm tickled through his aunt's body, Varun scrambled up to his hands and knees. Hurriedly crawling up her body, he grabbed his throbbing cock and aimed it at the slavering gash of pink wetness between her legs.

Fitting the big, tapered head of his oozing cock into her waiting hole, he felt the hot, softness of her hungry cunt engulf him.

Unable to control himself, he began to rock back and forth, hammering his cock into his aunt savagely. Not only did she want him to fuck her, he thought as he passionately attacked her, she wanted him to give her a baby. The evil wickedness of such a thing was driving him crazy. He was going to make a baby inside his aunt, he prostrated, pounding his cock into her as hard and fast as he could.

Despite the ferocity of his onslaught, she took it and begged him for more.

"Yeah...Varun, my husband, fuck me hard," she babbled as she dug her long, red fingernails into his bounding ass, clutching him, pushing and pulling on him, and goading him to fuck her faster and faster. "And give me a baby." She yelled.

The fucking sound reverberated through the room as he furiously fucked her. Grunting and gasping for breath, he worked frantically as she writhed beneath him. They were animals rutting in the filth of their incestuous sty, but he was hell-bent on fulfilling his auntie's wish, no matter what the horrific consequences might be. He loved his aunt so much that he married and wanted her to have his baby. Jerking his hips back and forth like a madman, he hammered his cock in and out of his aunt's hot hole. She wanted him to fuck her and make her belly big, he told himself.

They fucked, as aunt and nephews and as lovers. They fucked as if they were the only two people left on earth to repopulate it. As they fucked, he could feel the molten pool of cum inside his balls, getting ready to explode. Then it happened. His giant cock erupted in a fiery explosion as it lurched and spurted out a gigantic gush of his thick, hot, sperm-laden cum into his aunt's fertile cunt. Then a microsecond later, it fired again, drenching the clutching, squeezing channel of her cunt with his sticky, hot potency. His whole body was awash with pleasure as his monstrous penis spewed out its toxic semen into the sucking depths of his aunt's fertile cunt.

Grovelling below him, she welcomed his eruption by pulling and clawing at him, drawing his spurting monster even deeper into the fiery core of her motherhood. Their lips touched momentarily in a soft, loving kiss before the moment's passion crushed them together. Their slashing tongues only accentuated the violence of the kiss as they intertwined and danced a wicked, incestuous dance of love as he emptied his cum-filled balls into her ripe, fertile garden. His giant cock convulsing with pleasure, he felt the spasms of her tight, clutching cunt grip down on him.

"YES, my husband," she hissed as she pulled him to her and hugged him tightly.

Kissing her soft, yielding lips, he could imagine his sperm swimming through the meaty darkness of her vagina. Swimming through her cum drenched cunt, their tails frantically flailing as they searched for her virgin egg. And it would be his sperm that would fertilise the egg and bring forth life from it.