Note: The last chapter (Ch. 06) in the series The Saga of a Family was submitted in October 2003. It dealt with the initiation of incestuous sex between parents and their children. Even now, I keep receiving letters urging me to pick up on the story and “perhaps add a few more characters to spice it up a bit!” (I’ve also been receiving similar requests for the other story I did: Milky Maids All In A Row. For now, I’m still building up on it).
Based on the various suggestions from those who appreciated the story (I hasten to add that there were an equal number of critics who were outraged and rated the story as “PURIAL CRAP” whatever that means!) I have continued with the story. I would recommend new readers to go through the first six chapters, just to get a hang of the characters.
Dad had mentioned about his sister, Sanika, in one of the earlier chapters. Chet and Sony are her kids and are now married to Sonia and Vinod (Vinny) respectively.
Dad has made it big in the hospital where he had been working and is now the owner of a large pharmaceutical company. Incidentally, Dad and Mom are finally given names: Dad is Sushil and Mom, Sneha.
The following story actually begins with the end. (Sounds complicated?) Subsequent chapters describe how the marriage between the siblings came to be.
Read and have fun. And yes, you can bet I have indulged in my favorite fetish! How can I forget tit-fucking?!
Feedback is encouraged because that’s what made me write this sequel. Anonymous feedback is natural, but I’d appreciate criticism from some one to whom I could reply.
THE EPILOGUE AS THE PROLOGUE
They were in the eye of the storm.
Outside the desolate cabin, the remains of the crashed jet kept shifting away from its site as the winds in excess of 50mph howled across the angry sea; the waves slamming repeatedly against the rocky-mountains sloping away from the tiny island. The dark skies looming above were heavy with clouds threatening to crash into the torrential rains that they had already experienced during their short stay.
Sushil stared gloomily at the scene from the small window, which they had nailed down with wooden slats. He knew that this was it: there was no escape now.
That they had lasted for so long was thanks due to the enormously stacked kitchen of the jet, the sweet water river that flowed from one side of the cabin and the cabin itself.
God knows who had built this cabin, he thought wistfully staring around the small cubicle of rooms where the others were cavorting.
There was still enough fuel in the diesel generator throbbing in the basement; he had made it a rule that it would be used only for lighting. Though he knew he was being too optimistic, he had advised the others that they would need lighting more than hot water till a rescue team would find them.
Too, there was plenty of gas for the heaters where they would cook the fish they caught when they got tired of the tinned stuff they had dragged out of the plane.
Sure there was plenty, thanks to that someone who had visited this tiny island off the Long man Point about a hundred miles from the eastern coast. He knew that there was not a chance that they would be rescued. No one would fly over this tiny piece of island; at least not in this weather.
The guys in the tower at the airport must have given up by now. It had been more than a week after they had crashed. Hell, if he were to be the controller, he would have never initiated a search party in this weather, leave alone ask the guys to give it a try. Sushil had ignored the pleading of the controller. Damn it, they needed a break. Especially after they had rediscovered themselves.
The guys in his company must be having a great time, he mused. With the boss away on a vacation to an area that remained a secret, who was to prevent them from unwinding?
And he was the mutt who had initiated this wild party.
“Guys, we are going on a holiday for a week,” he had announced after one really good session in the sprawling living room of his mansion.
If only he had kept his mouth shut and continued with the fun, he thought for the hundredth time.
“A penny for those thoughts, darling.”
He was startled when he swung around the tiny chair and looked at his wife smiling at him.
“Hey, Sneha,” he said with forced enthusiasm, reaching out and pulling her to him. “Having a good time?”
“And wondering what happened to you suddenly,” she replied, taking hold of his soft cock.
He palmed her large tits. “Just taking a break, honey,” he grinned, tweaking her erect nipples, noting that her tits were covered with dry and caked cum.
“Even when you do take a break, your cock is never like this,” she said, beginning to jerk his shaft up and down in her tiny fist.
He laughed, bending down to quickly lick her stiff nipple.
“That’s true,” he admitted, straightening again on the chair. “I guess it’s just one of those times.”
“Tired? Or worried?” she asked him.
He glanced over her shoulders at the children and looked back into her eyes.
“Both, I reckon.”
She peered through the window and he too looked out. Streaks of lightening flashed through the sky, accompanied by the loud sounds of thunder.
“Think we are going to get out of this?” she asked softly, turning around and lowering her still sleek body on his lap.
He put his arms around her and cupped her swollen tits even as she reached down between their bodies to resume fondling his cock, which was by now, under her administrations, slowly beginning to erect.
“Lets just say fifty-fifty at this point of time. We have enough food for survival, and hell, why don’t we just forget it and have a good time?”
