Priyanka’s Diabolical Deeds: Part I

“Didi, look. It is going to rain. Let us go to the terrace and dance,” my young brother Vijay shouted.

“No. I have an important meeting tomorrow. I cannot catch a cold,” I declined. Tomorrow I must be at my sexy, seductive, and provocative best. Have you ever seen a sexy siren who can manage that while sneezing and blowing her nose?

“Come on, Didi, nothing will happen. It has been sultry until now,” Munna, Vijay’s twin brother, pleaded.

The cool wind and looming dark clouds looked inviting. My husband, Nandu, joined my brothers at the window and looked out.

“Deb, we will not stay for long. Just a few minutes. Ok?” Nandu was also eager. My brothers came to spend their vacation with us, and Nandu pampers them; he takes them to movies, rides, and plays carrom and Scrabble. I sighed.

“Give me a few minutes. I will change into a decent dress.” I got up. I wore a thin sleeveless top and hot pants. I wore no bra or panties. Within the comfort of home, it was fine. If we were going to get wet, I might as well be naked, since my clothes would reveal everything, including the crack of my cunt.

Vijay and Munna dragged me by my hands.

“No time for that! We will miss the first drops!” They pulled me. We ran to the terrace with Nandu following. We reached the roof as the first drops of rain descended from the sky. We shrieked like kids as we danced in the rain, which turned into a downpour within seconds. My shirt was plastered to my skin, revealing the full beauty of my 36D boobs. My brothers stole glances at my bouncing tits and my nipples jutting against the fabric.

I could see the tents in their shorts. Nandu was not bothered; he danced. My brothers had seen me naked many times when my dad used to spank my buttocks, so I did not care.

After five minutes, the fun ended. The torrential rain lashed like a whip, and we ran to the shelter of a small storeroom. I pulled my shirt away from my skin in a vain attempt to conceal my nakedness.

“OK, Priya, give me the keys. We will go down,” Nandu asked. I was shocked.

“But you came last. You must have the keys!” I exclaimed. He clutched his brow.

“Oh, they were in my hand. I must have kept them near the TV. Don’t worry; I will bring the spare keys we kept at my cousin’s place.” He was about to go, but I stopped him.

“How will you go? It is raining cats and dogs. Wait for it to stop,” I told him.

“Then we will have to wait for hours. It is not going to stop. I have the car keys. I will be back in a jiffy.” He ran out.

An awkward silence followed. I was aware of my brother’s eyes burning into my wet shirt and between my thighs. I crossed my arms across my chest and tried to ignore them.

They turned eighteen last November. During this visit, I noticed a change in their behavior. Once Nandu leaves for work, they remove their underwear and move about with huge tents in their shorts. They brush their dicks on my buttocks or press elbows into my tits in the kitchen as if by accident.

I sensed Vijay move closer, touching his throbbing cock to my hip. I tried to move away and found another hot, throbbing cock pressing my other hip. Before I could act, Vijay grabbed my tit and squeezed.

I turned and slapped him. In the process, I slipped and skidded. I landed on the floor in a sitting position.

Munna moved like lightning. Before I knew what he was doing, he grabbed my shorts and pulled them off. I shouted at him, but both ran into the rain laughing and waving the shorts. I covered my cunt with my hands and yelled at them.

“Didi, remove your shirt and throw it to us! We will return everything!” they taunted. I sighed and removed the shirt, which concealed nothing anyway. Now I was totally naked. Their jaws dropped.

In spite of myself, I found my cunt squirting juices and my nipples getting erect. I covered my tits with one hand and my cunt with another and yelled, “Now give me my dress, you idiots!”

They came into the room, but they removed their vests and shorts while walking toward me. My knees felt weak as both grabbed a tit each and started sucking and squeezing.

I pushed them, saying, “Nandu may come any minute… please… leave me… I will tell Mom…” My words were replaced by a deep-throated moan as I clutched their heads and pressed them to my tits.

Everything happened fast; it was a blur. Vijay sat on a bench and I sat in his lap, pushing his hot cock into my wet, oozing cunt. As it was sliding, Munna stood on the bench and pushed his cock into my mouth and started fucking my mouth.

I don’t know how long we were fucking. We were jolted back by Nandu’s shout: “You can come down! I brought the key! I am not going to get wet again!” We disentangled and quickly put on clothes. Had Nandu not shouted, we would have been caught red-handed.

Nandu sensed something had changed, but did not bother much. We came down, bathed, and had breakfast. My boss gave me the day off to prepare for tomorrow’s project. Nandu got ready and left for the office.

As soon as he left, they pounced on me like tiger cubs. Within seconds, we were naked and fucking on our bed. They were like maniacs, squeezing, sucking tits and buttocks, and fingering my cunt. I never experienced anything like it. It was a roller coaster ride.

There was method in their madness. Because they are twins, they played with my body with perfect timing and harmony. There was no clumsiness or clash.

First, they sucked each tit while fingering my cunt. Then Vijay moved between my legs and started licking my cunt. I found myself moaning, arching my back. My thighs and buttocks quivered as his tongue explored my cunt walls and clit.

Munna, meanwhile, was biting and pulling my nipple while squeezing the other tit and kissing me. He kept saying, “Didi, I love you… You are so beautiful… You are awesome… better than Mallika Sherawat.”

I cried out and squirted juices, filling Vijay’s mouth. He left my cunt and kissed me, filling my mouth with my own juices. At that same instant, Munna pushed his cock into my cunt and buried it full in one stroke. I gasped as he started fucking with speed. There was nothing gentle about his fucking. I thought he would come in a minute, but he kept pounding on and on.

After I licked the last drop of juice from Vijay’s mouth, he pushed his cock into my mouth and started fucking my mouth.

As Munna removed his cock from my cunt and rushed to me, Vijay shifted to my cunt and continued where his brother left off. Munna pushed his cock, dripping with my juices, into my mouth. As I sucked, I realized he shifted at the last minute because he wanted to come in my mouth.

He shouted, clutched my head, and ejaculated thick loads of cum, filling my mouth. He kept coming. I thought I would gag, but his spasms reduced, and I managed to swallow his delicious cum. Now, Vijay moved me to fuck me in a doggy position. As he was ramming me, Munna started spanking my buttocks. I kept crying and flowing.

Finally, when Vijay filled my cunt, we lay on the bed, hugging and smiling. The initial awkwardness was gone.

We got up, and I prepared lunch in the nude. They helped by cutting vegetables and cleaning, but they disturbed me with constant squeezing, licking, and groping. I kept slapping their wrists.

Finally, we sat down for lunch. Vijay sat opposite me and rubbed my clit with his toe. I spread my legs wider and moved down to give his toe more access. Munna sat adjacent to me and played with my tits and nipples with his free hand. We continued lunch in this manner.

Finally, I asked the question that was bothering me. “Tell me, whom did you fuck first and when?”

They looked into their plates and mumbled that this was their first fuck.

I twisted Munna’s ear until he screamed. “You fools, if this were your first fuck, you would have ejaculated in thirty seconds. You were fucking like experts. Out with it!”

Vijay was laughing. I left Munna’s ear and pinched Vijay's foot. He howled.

“Didi, stop! Please, you are hurting me… yes, you are right. We first fucked Renu Mausi. About a year back,” he cried.

My hand stopped in mid-air. I was shocked.

“Renu Mausi, Mom’s sister? But she is so pious, religious… how did it happen?” I asked.

“She came last year to stay with us for a few days. Mom went to the temple. Dad was fucking her. You know Dad. He never closes the door; only the curtains were drawn. We were watching through the gap and masturbating,” Munna said, rubbing his ear.

“He said something to her. He was fucking her doggy. She looked at the curtain, pushed Dad, and as Dad was staring—shocked, with his cock glistening with her juices—she ran to us, drew the curtains, and grabbed our cocks. She led us into the room.

“Dad asked her, ‘What are you doing? I just told you they are watching to make you horny.’

“She laughed. ‘That you did,’ she said. She bent again, spreading her legs for Dad to push his cock in her cunt, and took my cock in her mouth and Vijay’s cock in her hand. She started sucking me and pumping Vijay as Dad kept pounding her.”

Vijay laughed and intervened. “Within a few seconds, Munna filled her mouth, and I splashed cum all over her tits. Dad started laughing.

“Mausi told him while licking Munna’s dick clean, ‘Leave them to me for two hours and they will laugh at you.’ I brought a napkin and wiped my cum off her tits and started squeezing. After a few minutes, Dad filled her cunt and left, asking Mausi to say nothing of this to Mom,” Vijay concluded.

“So then you fucked Mausi?” I asked. Both nodded.

“Yes. She made us fuck many times. We used to find time,” Munna said.

“You are not telling the whole truth. She left after a few days. Whom are you fucking after she left?” I asked.

They gulped. “No one,” they said in unison. Again, I twisted Munna’s ear and pinched Vijay’s toe.

“Mom!” they cried in one voice. My head reeled. I almost fainted.

“What?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yes. Renu Mausi tried to brainwash Mom. Mom resisted until she saw us fucking… and she melted,” Vijay told me, smiling.

“Does Dad know? Did you fuck her in front of him?” I asked.

“We are not sure. We didn’t fuck her in his presence. But I think he knows. She may have told him because before he used to fuck her in the bedroom with curtains drawn, but now he fucks her everywhere—in the kitchen, on the dining table when we are having food, and on the sofa in the hall when we are watching TV,” Munna said.

“What is your reaction?” I asked them.

“Nothing. We act as if it is normal,” Vijay said as we got up and took our plates to the sink.

Now, all of us were horny. All this talk and Vijay’s fingering with his toe made my cunt flow like a river, and their cocks were rigid like steel rods.

We went to the bedroom and had another session.

From the morning, I wanted to stop with one fuck and work on my project, but I was unable to resist. It is like you are unable to stop reaching for your favorite dish, each time promising it will be the last.

Finally, as we lay exhausted, I told them, “No more. I have work to do.”

They said OK and started sucking my tits. I kept patting and stroking their heads.

I asked them, “How is Mom?”

Vijay said, “Terrific. She is a real bomb and can get fucked any number of times. Within minutes, she wets her cunt for the next fuck.”

I said nothing, and I was lost in thought. I sighed as I thought about how many times my Dad spanked me and how his hot cock felt on my cunt mound or on my thighs.

“I cannot figure out. Dad would spank me until my buttocks were raw, ignoring my cries or my cunt juices wetting his thighs, but he never fucked or fingered me. He would spank me until he was rock hard, then push me away, warn me to behave, and then fuck Mom. Do you know why?” I asked them.

They didn’t reply. I looked down and saw they were asleep like babies. I released my tits from their mouths and hands, got up, and went to my room. I switched on the computer, put on my nighty, and got immersed in my project.                           

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