Chapter 6 Impregnated By Nephew

As they lay entwined, basking in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking, Sailaja thought of her life. Sailaja's marriage to Anand had become a shadow of what it once was--the early days of love and laughter had long faded, replaced by neglect, indifference, and, at times, even cruelty. Anand's frequent business trips were both a blessing and a curse--relieving her of his cold presence but leaving her alone with her thoughts.

She found passion and the love and connection she yearned for in Varun's arms. Tenderly stroking Varun's hair, she whispered, her voice filled with love and contentment. "My darling husband, I never imagined I could feel this complete, this whole again and that too with my nephew, who is so much younger than me."

Varun lifted his head to gaze into her eyes, seeing the depth of emotion reflected there. "My beautiful auntie, my wife," he murmured, tracing her cheek with his fingertips. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long. To be with you, truly and completely."

Sailaja smiled softly, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "And to think, this is just the beginning. We have our whole lives ahead of us now."

As if on cue, Varun felt a stirring of renewed desire. He began trailing kisses down Sailaja's neck, his lips brushing her collarbone and moving lower. Sailaja arched into his touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"Already, my love?" she teased, though her body betrayed her rekindled passion.

"I can't get enough of you," Varun murmured against her skin. "I want to explore every inch, memorise every curve of your body."

His mouth found her breast, tongue swirling around her nipple as Sailaja threaded her fingers through his hair. She moaned softly as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other.

"My darling nephew, my husband," she breathed. "You make me feel so alive, so desired."

Varun's hand slid down her body, caressing her curves before dipping between her thighs. He groaned at finding her already slick with arousal. "You're already so wet for me," he murmured, his fingers gently exploring her vagina folds.

Sailaja gasped and arched into his touch. "Only for you, my love. Always for you."

Varun's fingers found her sensitive clitoris, circling it with teasing strokes using her slick vaginal juices as his mouth continued to suck her nipple. Sailaja's breathing grew heavier, soft moans of pleasure escaping her lips.

"Please, Varun," she whispered urgently. "I need you inside me again."

He didn't need to be told twice. Positioning himself between her thighs, Varun slowly pushed into her welcoming slick vagina and felt the heat within. They both groaned at the exquisite sensation of being together.

"You feel like heaven," Varun breathed, savouring the tight, wet grip of her body around him.

Sailaja wrapped her legs around his waist as she felt his cock plummeting into her innermost core. She could feel every nerve in her come alive as he kissed her mouth, and their tongues came into play while below, his rigid cock pumped into her cunt furiously as if there was no tomorrow. Her breast and nipples yearned for his mouth, and as if on cue, he started fondling her breast and sucking her erect nipples as she went into the throes of her orgasm.

One wave after another hit her as she groaned, and as her second orgasm started, her hips bucked rapidly until they locked upward. Continuing to fuck her rapidly, Varun twisted her left nipple with his right hand and, at the same time, kissed her mouth.

"Yes," she hissed as his cock pistoned in and out of her, feeling her pussy tighten against him as he thrust into her.

"Auntie, my wife, I am so happy; the sensation is overwhelming," he cried out as he felt his groin balling up, ready to pump his baby-making semen into her ovulating cunt as he sensed her nearing another orgasm.

"Oh, my darling husband, give it to me" she cried out as her orgasm hit her

"Cum in me! Breed me! Put a baby in me, please!" She braced, struggling against my force, crying out my name in a harsh, uncaring growl. "I am all yours, my nephew, my husband, put a baby in me," She cried out

My cock erupted inside her, sending my seed in relentless jets, flooding her womb in my love, the juices as thick as before, the pride in me swelling to a maddening heat. She ground her ass back and forth against my length.

After the intense fucking we both collapsed on the bed. We lay there in silence as we tried to catch our breath

We spend the day making love and savouring all the pleasures sex provides, and by evening, we return home. Auntie went to her friend to pick up her daughter, and for the next two weeks or so, we lived in complete bliss as husband and wife. I even insisted that she walk around naked inside the house, and I love watching her body and having direct access to her body all the time. Though at times she relented being naked for an hour or so, she would always wear her saree at all other times.

The days passed quickly as we were absorbed in our love and being together as husband and wife. We were fucking so much that even our genitals became sore. While the moments with Varun filled her with happiness, it also brought a new defiance in her as Anand's eventual return loomed like a dark cloud over her newfound joy.

Sailaja and Varun both dreaded that day. For Sailaja, it meant returning to the role of a wife to a man who had long stopped treating her with kindness. For Varun, it meant being with the woman he cared deeply for but unable to express his love openly

"I don't want to lose this, Varun," Sailaja confessed one day after their intense lovemaking when the day for Anand to return home finally arrived. "But Anand... when he comes back..." Her voice faltered, the weight of her situation threatening to crush her. "We need to be very careful, as our incestuous relationship is not normal, and it would become a huge scandal if found out by anyone, even attracting the law."

"I am with you," Varun said, his hand gently hugging her naked body. "I'll be here for you, no matter what, and I will maintain distance with you whenever uncle or anyone is around," Varun continued. "However, I have one request, please don't let him fuck you as far as possible."

"Yes, my darling, I will do just that," Sailaja replied.

Despite everything, tension in the air grew as Anand's return approached. When Anand finally returned, his presence was as oppressive as ever. He barely acknowledged Sailaja, barking instructions and complaints like she was more a servant than a wife. The contrast between his treatment and Varun's tenderness was stark, making Sailaja's longing for her lover husband even more acute.

Sailaja and Varun adapted to the new reality in the days that followed. Their moments together became more fleeting, their connection hidden in stolen glances and brief encounters. Yet, despite the risks, they both knew they couldn't let go. Varun was her refuge, her sanctuary, and Sailaja was willing to navigate the perilous tightrope of their affair to hold on to the love she had found.

Even as they walked this dangerous path, their bond only deepened. For Sailaja, Varun wasn't just a lover--he was her whole life, a reminder of who she indeed was and what she deserved. And while the future remained uncertain, one thing was clear: Varun had given her a voice, a choice, and a chance to feel alive again.

One day, Anand returned home after a long day at work. The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Sailaja was in the bedroom, engrossed in a book.

"Sailaja," he began, sitting beside her on the bed, "Let us make love tonight; I want another child" He reached out to hold her hand, his intentions clear.

Sailaja put the book down and, without looking up, replied. "I have a headache tonight, and I am hoping that the last time we had sex with all your medications before you went to Amsterdam has impregnated me." Sailaja continued, "In case that has not happened, we must be mindful of timing. If we want to conceive, we'll need to plan carefully around my cycle."

Anand's expression softened. He desperately wanted another child, but he also knew their challenges. His health checkups had hinted at reduced potency, a fact he struggled to accept.

He nodded, understanding the unspoken message. "So, you mean we need to reserve our energy for when you're ovulating?"

Sailaja smiled reassuringly. "Yes, we will figure a way out if I am not already pregnant." Deep in her heart, Sailaja knew she was already pregnant with Varun's child, and now she was trying to pass it off as Anand's child. The wickedness of her deed brought her some satisfaction, and she smiled to herself.

Days passed quickly. Sailaja had been feeling unusually tired and nauseous for a few days, and her instincts whispered what her mind didn't dare confirm. She gathered her courage and brought it up three weeks after Anand returned from his Amsterdam trip.

One morning, Sailaja blurted out to Anand," Can you pick up a pregnancy test kit on your way home this evening?"

Anand froze for a second, her words hanging in the air. A wave of emotions swept him--hope, fear, and excitement. "Of course, I'll get it," he said, his voice trembling slightly.

At once, he drove straight to the nearest pharmacy. He picked up the kit and rushed home, his heart pounding in anticipation.

Sailaja smiled at his eagerness. Since it was her first urine in the morning, she took the kit and went to the bathroom to test. She held up the test strip, the two bold lines confirming what they had only dared to dream about. "We're having a baby, Anand," she said, her voice breaking with emotion because she knew it was Varun's baby and not Anand's, filling her with happiness.

Anand's face lit up like never before. "This... this is the best news of my life!" he exclaimed, leaving immediately for work.

Sailaja smiled to herself and went to Varun's room after Anand left for work with the test strip and told Varun, "I've never been more terrified and exhilarated at the same time, Varun,"

"And why is that auntie? Varun ask.

"Because I'm pregnant, Varun. With your child." Sailaja replied

"Fuck, Sailaja, my wife. That's... that's amazing," Varun said with a voice filled with awe and joy. Rising from the bed, closing the distance between them in a few strides, he pulled her into a tight embrace. She could feel his heart racing against hers.

"I want this child. I want us and your child," Sailaja murmured into his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her ear.

Varun's hands travelled up and pulled away her saree in a frenzy, unfastening her blouse and bra clasp with practised ease. Varun cups her breasts in his hands, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. She moans softly, leaning into his touch.

"I want us to have our child Sailaja. More than anything," He murmurs, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue slides against hers, exploring, claiming, as his hands roam her body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and dip.

He guides her towards the bed, his fingers deftly undoing the string of her petticoat. She steps out of them, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lacy panties.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Sailaja," Varun said with a voice thick with desire. Sailaja blushes, feeling the warmth spread through her at his words. He pulls her closer, pressing his body against hers, rubbing his hard, straining cock against her.

Sailaja reached down, wrapping her hand around her nephew's thick cock, feeling it twitch in her palm. Varun groans, his head falling back as she strokes his cock with slow and deliberate movements. He pulls away, pushing her gently onto the bed.

"I want to taste you, Sailaja," he murmurs with a low and hungry voice. Sailaja nods, biting her lips in anticipation as he kneels between her legs, pulling her panties off. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of her wet pussy.

Varun leans forward, his tongue darting out to trace the length of her very wet slit, making her gasp. His hands grip her hips, holding her in place as he explores her pussy with his tongue, licking all her slimy vaginal secretions and sucking in all the right places. She writhes beneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rides his face.

"Fuck, Varun. I'm going to come," She pants, feeling the familiar tightening in her stomach. "Do not stop your tongue and lips working on me, Varun" " she cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure.

Varun rose, covering her body with his, and his thick cock nudges at her vaginal lips. Sailaja opens her legs wider, welcoming him in, feeling him fill her up. Varun initially began to move with slow, deliberate thrust, then picked up speed as they found their rhythm. In just a little bit, Sailaja found herself in the throes of another orgasm.

"You feel so fucking good, Sailaja," Varun groaned, his voice strained as he drove into her. Hearing his voice brought the reality that her nephew had impregnated her brought so much thrill. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling every inch of him as he moved inside her, sending her into another orgasm.

"I'm coming, Varun. Oh, so good!" She whispered, her voice barely a breath. Varun leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Varun followed her over the edge, his body shaking as he shot a stream of his semen inside her, filling her cunt with his juices. They lie there for a moment, their bodies entwined, breathing slowing as they come down from the height of their shared pleasure.

"I love you, Sailaja," Varun whispered gently.

Hearing that made Sailaja's tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "I love you too, Varun. More than anything." She spoke.

And with that, they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms, their future uncertain but their love unparalleled.

In the haze of their shared post-coital bliss, his strong arms enveloped her, cradling their secret. A smile played on her lips as she whispered, "Varun, we've created a life together."

"Sailaja, my love," He murmured, his voice thick with emotion, "I couldn't be happier."

They spent the next few moments basking in their shared happiness, their bodies still slick with sweat and juices. His hands started exploring the soft curves of my body. "Go on, my love," she encouraged, her voice husky with desire.

And so, he went down on her. His tongue darted out, tasting their combined creampie out of her cunt. Sailaja gasped as the sensation was so exhilarating. His dick twitched in response, and he leans in to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.

"Taste us," he whispered against her lips as he released the combined creampie into her mouth. The flavour was a mix of sweet and salty, a testament to their shared pleasure. Sailaja moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss.

He continued his exploration, his lips and tongue working tirelessly. She could feel her arousal building, her pussy clenching in anticipation. "Varun," She gasped, "I need you inside me."

He nodded, his eyes dark with desire, and positioned himself at the entrance, teasing her with the head of his cock. She writhed beneath him, begging for more. "Please, Varun," She pleaded, "fuck me."

With a growl, he plunged into her as she moaned aloud, her body arching in pleasure. Varun began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate. In no time, she could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling on the edge. "Varun, I'm close," She gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

"Come for me, Sailaja," Varun urged, his voice rough with desire. And so, she did. She shattered beneath him, her body convulsing in pleasure. Varun followed soon after, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his seed.

That day, Varun did not attend college, but they spent the entire day together in each other's arms, making love, whispering sweet nothings to each other, sometimes dozing off to sleep and waking up to make love again.

Anand, who was so happy with Sailaja's pregnancy, that he took his friends out for an impromptu party in the evening, coming home drunk late in the night, never knowing that his nephew had cuckolded him. His coming home late gave Sailaja and Varun more time to be together and make love.

As they lay there, their bodies spent and their hearts full, Sailaja whispered, "Thank you," her voice thick with emotion.

Varun looked at her. "For creating this beautiful life with you, Sailaja," He replied, "I could never thank you enough." At that moment, they knew their love story was far from over. It was just beginning.