Author's Note:
Welcome to another chapter in this series. I had initially planned to end the story with two chapters. Due to overwhelming positive response and requests, here I am, with a third. I would encourage you to read the previous chapters to better understand the characters and the story so far.
This story is set in India and all the characters are Indians, above the age of 18. Some of the mystical elements described here are inspired from Hindu mythology. The ritual
does not
exist in any region or religion in India (or elsewhere) and is purely a figment of my imagination. Hope you enjoy the story. Looking forward to your comments.
***
The night was young, the sky clear and cloudless in the beginning of October. A gentle breeze blew across Ashok Vatika, carrying the sweet fragrance of jasmine within the garden. My 26-year-old wife Ananya, moaned, oblivious to her surroundings, as she rode her father, Brijmohan's manhood, under the sacred Ashoka tree.
I groaned with pleasure, shifting slightly to make myself comfortable. I had been standing for the last half hour, outside my in-laws' sacred garden, peering inside through a gap in the hedge which acted as the fence. My pants and boxers were down by my ankles. I groaned again, eyes closing partially in pleasure. I pulled my gaze away from my wife and father-in-law, looking down to see my sensual mother-in-law, on her knees between my legs. The 51-year-old, Lata, had been sucking my hard 6.7" cock as long as I had stood there. She placed both her hands on my ass cheeks pulling me towards her, encouraging me to fuck her mouth.
I shifted my gaze back to the ritual being performed at the base of the Ashoka tree. Ananya and I had finally decided to have a baby. We had consulted a gynecologist and got all the required tests done. With all clear and getting a go ahead from the doctor, we had shared this news with her parents who were overjoyed. Before Ananya went off her contraceptive pills, we all wanted to seek the blessings of the divine spirit residing inside the Ashoka tree. As the primary deity of my in-laws' family, the Yakshini's benediction was always sought before any endeavor.
Ananya put both hands on the trunk of the Ashoka tree. She increased her pace, gradually inching towards an orgasm. Her 5'6" slim frame bounced up and down. The 55-year-old patriarch, sensing his daughter's eagerness, lifted his hips, every time she came down, driving his cock deeper into her. Her moans were now loud enough for me to clearly hear on the other side of the hedge. The constant slap-slap of her cute ass cheeks hitting her father's thighs broke the silence of the night. Her face shone with a sheen of sweat, glowing by the gentle light of the lanterns and oil lamps at the base of the tree.
I put both hands on the back of my mother-in-law's head and started fucking her mouth. I knew she liked me to be slightly rough with her; not always be gentle and respectful like I usually was. It had been more than a year since I learnt about my wife's incestuous family ritual and had sex with Ananya's mother for the first time. Since then, Ananya and I had regularly visited her parents' farmhouse on the outskirts of Pune. She got to perform the ritual with her father and fuck her younger brother, leaving me and her mother to have a roll in the hay.
Ananya tensed and went silent; telltale signs of her arriving on the threshold of orgasm. Her father pumped his cock in her pussy vigorously; his 6' tall, naturally muscular body fucking her effortlessly. With few more thrusts, he groaned loudly, filling his daughter's cunt with his essence. Ananya exhaled deeply and cried out loudly as her orgasm came crashing down on her.
The breeze in the garden suddenly turned to a strong gust of wind. The trees in the garden swayed, some dried leaves blowing off. The branches of the Ashoka tree swayed and showered beautiful red flowers on the ground, some of them falling on Ananya. The lantern and lamps burned extremely bright for a moment, their flames dancing violently. I had witnessed this divine spectacle several times in the last year, yet it never failed to inspire awe in me.
Ananya quivered, her whole body shaking with the orgasmic pleasures, now heightened by her connection to the celestial spirit within the tree. She cried out even louder, her climax prolonged and elevated by the divine touch of the Yakshini. My young wife looked absolutely beautiful and angelic in the throes of her spiritual orgasm. Watching her in such intense pleasure took me to climax. I groaned and shot my load down my mother-in-law's throat.
The flames were back to normal and the wind breezed gently once again. I put my hands on the neem tree near the hedge to steady myself. Inside the garden, Ananya hugged the Ashoka tree and sobbed gently, tears of spiritual satisfaction and joy running down her face. I knew she had been blessed.
***
Ananya and I sat in the living room of our apartment, enjoying coffee. We had got back to Mumbai, three days later.
"Let's try to conceive from my next cycle onwards," she said.
I nodded. "Good to have divine blessing on our side."
"Oh God, you've no idea! In the last eight years of performing the ritual countless times, I had never felt
her
so closely. This time, it was like having an out of body experience. One moment I was just feeling myself and daddy's cock in me. The next moment... as if my whole being... my consciousness had broadened. I could feel the small insects in the trees, the ants in their colony outside the hedge, the frogs by the pond, the fishes in the water. For few moments... I
was
these creatures, seeing the world through their eyes. I think... I even saw myself through your eyes!"
"Whoa!"
She smiled as she fondly remembered her experience, then sighed regretfully. "An extraordinarily memorable event. Who knows how long it'll be before I can connect with
her
again!"
I suddenly got an idea. "You should go on a trip with Ayush."
She looked at me in surprise. "What? When?"
"This weekend. Call him. I'll make the arrangements."
She still looked at me surprised.
I said, "You can't be with Ayush when we start trying to conceive. After the pregnancy is confirmed, you may have to refrain from sex altogether until childbirth. Then, the requisite rest and postpartum care, adjusting to new life with a baby. It might be another one and a half years before you can resume any sexual activity."
She nodded slowly, realization dawning on her face. "A small vacation would be nice. Let's go somewhere. The three of us."
"No. Just the two of you; brother and sister spending some quality time. I don't want to be the third wheel. Let me see about the arrangements. Call Ayush and tell him."
She smiled and kissed me. "You're the best!"
I kissed her back. "Go and have fun. Tell me everything once you get back."
"Anything else you need other than the juicy details? I could try and record a video," she said, mischievously.
I thought for a moment, tempted at the prospect of seeing a video of them making love, but decided against it.
"Nah, it's too much effort. Though, I wouldn't say no to an audio clip, should be easy. I'll listen to it while you tell me all the juicy details," I said with a wink.
Two days later, on Saturday morning, Ananya readied herself for the trip. I peeked into her bag and saw some sexy lingerie packed away in a corner. She wore a sleeveless yellow
salwar-kameez
with fancy earrings, necklace and bangles, looking like a pretty newly-wed young woman. Her smooth arms and legs, shapely eyebrows, glowing face and brown highlights in her lustrous black hair were evidence of a salon visit the day before.
Ayush waited for her in the living room. Recently turned 24, he was the same height as me at 5'9" but had the broad chest and shoulders of his father. He had worn a simple check shirt with sleeves folded to his elbow and a blue jeans. He had reached early morning at our apartment. I gave him the details of the reservations made for them in Casa De Kihim resort, near Kihim beach in Alibag.
All set for the trip, I hugged Ananya goodbye. She kissed me on the lips.
"Happy? Excited?" I asked her. She grinned from ear to ear and nodded.
"Buddy, she's yours for the weekend. Take care of your sister," I said.
"Absolutely! Thanks
jiju
," Ayush said, smiling broadly.
***
Ananya watched as Ayush parked his SUV in the parking lot of the Casa De Kihim resort. The two-hour drive from Mumbai had been fun. But now, she was nervous. It was the first time she and Ayush were together outside their home, but not as siblings. The beach side private cottage had been booked as part of a honeymoon package.
Her heartbeat quickened as they entered the reception area. Ayush introduced himself to the smiling female receptionist. He enquired about their reservation and furnished both their IDs for verification. She hadn't legally changed her surname after wedding; her ID still showed her Ananya Paranjpe.
What if we run into someone we know? What if the staff deduced that we are siblings?
After years of extreme caution, it was hard not to be paranoid. The receptionist checked their IDs casually and returned hers. She made a photocopy of Ayush's ID under whose name the room had been booked. He completed the rest of the formalities smoothly.
The receptionist smiled and said, "Enjoy your honeymoon, Mrs. and Mr. Paranjpe." Ayush smiled and thanked her, while Ananya blushed at being referred to as her brother's wife. A bellboy carried their bags and escorted them to their room.
The entire resort was extremely beautiful and located just off the beach. It had modern hotel rooms near the entrance while the rustic, wooden cottages were at the back, towards the beach. Nikhil had booked one such luxury private cottage for them. The cottages were built slightly away from each other, scattered among the scenic paths and gardens. She was thrilled when their cottage came into view, nestled amongst thick trees, surrounded by well-maintained plants, looking like something out of fairy tale. The bellboy unlocked the door and placed their bags inside. Ayush tipped the guy generously as he left.
Finally alone, Ananya put her arms around his neck pulled him into a deeply passionate kiss. He hugged her tight, his lips gliding on hers, smoothly. His hands roamed across her back and finally rested on her breasts, fondling them. She gave the bulge on his crotch a playful squeeze.