Raj's flight was delayed again. Another week. The house had become a temple of sweat, cum, and whispered sins.
The mornings belonged to Priya. She woke Arjun with her mouth, heavy breasts draped over his thighs, nipples dragging across his skin as she sucked him awake. Her pussy dripped onto the sheets in anticipation, lips swollen and glistening before he even opened his eyes. She'd ride him slow, ass rolling in hypnotic circles, tits bouncing like ripe fruit until he filled her with the first load of the day. Ananya would watch from the doorway, fingers buried in her own slick cunt, waiting her turn.
Afternoons were Ananya's domain. She'd corner Arjun in the kitchen, bending over the counter in a tiny apron, her massive ass on display. "Help Didi with lunch, beta," she'd tease, guiding his cock into her from behind while Priya napped. The wet slap of his hips against her jiggling cheeks echoed through the house. Ananya's pussy was tighter than her mother's, gripping him like a fist, squirting in hot pulses every time he hit her cervix. She'd make him pull out and cum on her tits, then lick it off herself while staring into his eyes.
Evenings were shared. The three of them in the master bedroom, windows open to the monsoon. Priya and Ananya knelt side by side on the bed, asses high, pussies dripping in identical streams down their thighs. Arjun took them in turns: slow, deep strokes in Priya's creamy heat, then faster, punishing thrusts into Ananya's clenching cunt. The sisters kissed over their shoulders, tongues tangling, breasts mashed together. When Arjun came, they fought over his cock: Priya swallowing the first spurts, Ananya licking the rest from her mother's lips.
One night, the power went out. Candles flickered, casting shadows over their sweat-slick bodies. Priya lay on her back, legs spread wide, guiding Arjun into her while Ananya straddled her face. Mother and daughter rocked together: Ananya grinding her dripping pussy on Priya's tongue, Arjun pounding into Priya's cunt with wet, obscene sounds. The air was thick with the scent of sex: Priya's musk, Ananya's sweeter nectar, Arjun's cum already leaking from both holes.
Ananya came first, flooding Priya's mouth with a gush of girl-cum. Priya swallowed greedily, then pulled Arjun out and pushed him into Ananya doggy-style. "Fuck your sister hard, beta. Make her squirt for Mummy." Arjun obeyed, gripping Ananya's wide hips, slamming into her until she screamed, pussy spasming and squirting in arcs onto the sheets. Priya lay beneath them, fingering herself furiously, catching the spray on her tits.
They didn't stop until dawn. Arjun's cock was raw, balls empty, but the women were insatiable. Priya rode his face while Ananya sucked him back to hardness. Then Ananya took him missionary, legs over his shoulders, her massive tits flopping with each thrust. Priya knelt behind Arjun, licking his balls and asshole (no penetration, just teasing flicks that made him thrust harder).
Raj's final message came at noon: *Landing tomorrow. Can't wait to see you all.*
The three of them read it in bed, naked and tangled. Priya's hand stroked Arjun's cock lazily. Ananya's fingers traced her mother's dripping slit.
"We'll be good," Priya said, voice husky. "During the day."
Ananya smirked, leaning down to lick a bead of pre-cum from Arjun's tip. "But the nights are ours."
Arjun closed his eyes, already hardening again. The rain had stopped, but inside, the storm raged on.
The doorbell rang at dusk, just as the sky bruised purple with the promise of another storm. Raj's flight had landed hours ago, but he'd texted: *Stuck in meetings. Home late.* The three of them—Priya, Ananya, Arjun—were sprawled naked across the living room sofa, skin still sticky from the afternoon's slow, grinding fuck. Arjun's cock lay half-hard against his thigh, glistening with his mother's juices. Ananya's tits heaved with each breath, nipples red from Priya's teeth. Priya herself sat with legs spread, fingers lazily circling her swollen clit, pussy lips puffy and dripping onto the leather.
Priya frowned at the bell. "Who—"
Ananya padded to the door, not bothering to cover herself. Her ass swayed like a pendulum, a trail of cum sliding down her inner thigh. She opened it wide.
Standing on the threshold was **Meera**—Priya's younger sister, 38, widowed for two years. She'd come unannounced from Pune, suitcase in hand, wearing a simple cotton saree that did nothing to hide her body's betrayal of the family curse.
Meera's breasts were obscene—larger even than Ananya's, quadruple Ds that strained the blouse seams, dark areolas visible through the damp fabric. Her waist dipped dramatically before flaring into hips wide enough to block doorways, an ass so round and heavy it jiggled with every breath. And between her thighs, hidden beneath the saree, her pussy had already begun its familiar weep—hot, creamy arousal soaking her panties the moment she'd stepped off the train, thoughts of her nephew flickering unbidden.
Ananya's eyes widened. "Masi…"
Meera's gaze swept over her niece's naked body—tits slick with sweat, pussy lips swollen and glistening—then past her to the living room. Priya stood slowly, robe forgotten, her own massive breasts swaying. Arjun scrambled for a cushion, but Meera's stare pinned him. His cock twitched, betraying him.
"Surprise," Meera said, voice husky. She stepped inside, closing the door with her heel. The click echoed like a starting gun.
Priya recovered first. "Didi… you should've called."
Meera dropped her suitcase. "And miss this?" She untied her saree pallu with deliberate slowness. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing a blouse about to burst and a petticoat clinging to her soaked thighs. "I've been dreaming of Arjun since he turned 18. Every night, my cunt drips for him. I thought I was sick. Then I walked in and saw…"
She unhooked her blouse. Buttons popped. Her tits spilled free—heavy, veined, nipples thick as thumbs and already leaking tiny beads of milk from overstimulation. The room smelled of her instantly: richer than Priya, spicier than Ananya, a musk that made Arjun's cock surge to full hardness.
Ananya stepped forward, drawn like a moth. She cupped one of Meera's breasts, thumbing the leaking nipple. Milk squirted in a thin arc. "Masi… you're lactating?"
"Stress," Meera gasped, eyes on Arjun. "Or need. I don't know." She pushed Ananya aside gently and crossed to her nephew. Kneeled. Her tits rested on his thighs, milk dripping onto his cock. "Let Masi taste you, beta."
Arjun opened his mouth to protest—*Papa's coming home*—but Meera's lips were already around him. She sucked slow, reverent, tongue swirling through the mix of Priya's cum and his own pre-cum. Her throat relaxed, taking him to the root. Milk leaked from her nipples with each bob of her head, pooling on the floor.
Priya and Ananya watched, pussies clenching in unison. Priya crawled behind Meera, lifting the petticoat. Meera's ass was a monument—two pale moons parted by a thin strip of soaked cotton. Priya peeled the panties down. Meera's pussy was a revelation: fat outer lips, inner folds protruding like petals, clit thick and throbbing, dripping in thick ropes. Priya buried her face in it, tongue plunging deep. Meera moaned around Arjun's cock, hips bucking back.
Ananya straddled Arjun's face, grinding her dripping cunt on his mouth. "Lick Didi while Masi sucks you," she commanded. Arjun obeyed, tongue delving into her slick heat, tasting the afternoon's loads.
The four moved like a single organism. Meera pulled off Arjun with a wet pop, milk and spit stringing from her lips. "I need him inside me."
Priya guided her sister onto the sofa, on her back. Meera's legs spread wide, pussy gaping and pulsing. Milk leaked in steady streams from her nipples, running down her belly. Arjun knelt between her thighs, cock poised at her entrance.
"Slow," Meera begged. "Masi wants to feel every inch."
He pushed in. Meera's cunt was hotter than Priya's, tighter than Ananya's, walls rippling like a heartbeat. She cried out, back arching, tits flopping. Milk sprayed in arcs as Arjun bottomed out. Priya straddled Meera's face, grinding down. Ananya knelt beside them, sucking Meera's leaking nipples, drinking her aunt's milk as Arjun began to thrust.
The rhythm built: Arjun's hips slapping Meera's thick thighs, wet squelches filling the room; Priya riding Meera's tongue, her own pussy squirting onto her sister's chin; Ananya switching between nipples, milk dripping from her lips. Meera came first—pussy clamping down, a flood of creamy cum gushing around Arjun's cock, soaking his balls. Her milk jetted harder, splattering Ananya's face.
They rotated. Meera on all fours, Arjun taking her from behind while she ate Ananya's pussy. Priya lay beneath Ananya, licking her daughter's clit and Meera's swinging tits. Then Priya on her back, Meera tribbing against her, pussies grinding in a slick mess while Arjun fucked Meera's mouth.
Hours blurred. The sofa became a swamp of fluids: cum, squirt, milk. Meera's lactation never stopped—every orgasm triggered a fresh spray. Arjun came three times: once deep in Meera's cunt, once across Priya and Ananya's tits (Meera licking it clean), and finally in Ananya's mouth while Meera and Priya sucked his balls.
At midnight, Raj's key turned in the lock.
The four froze, tangled and glistening. Meera's pussy still clenched around Arjun's softening cock. Priya's milk-smeared face hovered over Ananya's cunt.
Raj stepped in, briefcase in hand, eyes widening.
Priya smiled, slow and wicked. "Welcome home, darling. Meet the new family tradition."
The door closed behind him. The rain started
again.
Raj stood frozen in the doorway, the monsoon wind whipping rain through the gap. His briefcase slipped from numb fingers and thudded to the floor. The living room reeked of sex: thick, sweet, and undeniable. Four naked bodies glistened under the flickering candlelight.
Priya rose first, milk still dripping from her chin (Meera's milk). Her massive breasts swayed as she crossed to her husband, hips rolling, pussy lips swollen and glistening with Arjun's cum. She pressed against him, robe long forgotten, and kissed him deep. Raj tasted everything: his son's seed, his daughter's squirt, his sister-in-law's lactation.
"Welcome home, darling," she purred against his lips. "We've been keeping the bed warm."
Raj's knees buckled. He was 48, fit from corporate gyms, but nothing prepared him for this. His cock stirred traitorously in his trousers as Meera crawled forward on all fours, tits dragging across the floor, milk leaving wet trails. Ananya and Arjun flanked her, hands roaming: Ananya pinching Meera's leaking nipples, Arjun stroking his own half-hard cock, still slick.
Raj tried to speak. "Priya… what—"
Priya silenced him with a finger to his lips, then unbuckled his belt. "Shh. You've been gone so long. Let us show you how much we missed you."
His pants dropped. His cock sprang free: average, but rigid with shock and forbidden lust. Meera reached him first, mouth watering. She took him in one gulp, throat relaxing like she'd practiced on Arjun. Raj groaned, hands fisting in her hair. Milk leaked from her breasts as she sucked, pooling around his feet.
Priya knelt behind him, spreading his cheeks. Her tongue flicked his asshole (no penetration, just wet, teasing circles that made him thrust into Meera's mouth). Ananya straddled the coffee table, legs spread, fingering her dripping pussy while watching her father's face contort. Arjun stood beside her, cock in hand, stroking slowly.
Raj's resistance crumbled in minutes. He came hard down Meera's throat, hips jerking. She swallowed every drop, then pulled off with a gasp, milk and cum stringing from her lips. "Your turn, bhaiya," she whispered to Raj, using the old childhood honorific. "Taste your family."
Priya pushed Raj to his knees. Ananya scooted forward, pussy hovering over his face. "Lick your daughter, Papa. She's been waiting."
Raj hesitated, then inhaled her scent: musky, sweet, mixed with Arjun's cum. His tongue darted out. Ananya moaned, grinding down. Priya guided Arjun behind Raj, but only to rub his cock along his father's back (no penetration, just slick friction). Meera lay beneath Raj, sucking his softening cock back to life while Priya tribbed against her sister's thigh.
The night dissolved into a haze of bodies.
- **Raj on his back**: Meera riding his face, milk dripping into his mouth; Priya riding his cock reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing; Ananya and Arjun 69ing beside them, Ananya's squirt splattering Raj's chest.
- **Priya and Meera stacked**: asses up, pussies aligned. Raj alternated between them, five strokes in Priya's creamy heat, five in Meera's tighter grip. Arjun fucked Ananya doggy-style inches away, their hips syncing.
- **Ananya on the dining table**: legs over Raj's shoulders as he pounded her missionary, her tits flopping. Priya sat on the table's edge, Meera eating her out while Arjun fucked Meera from behind.
Raj came four times: once in Ananya's pussy (Arjun licking it out after), once across Meera's milk-soaked tits (Priya and Ananya fighting to lap it up), once in Priya's mouth while Meera sucked his balls, and finally deep in Meera's cunt as the women held him down.
By 3 a.m., the five lay in a heap on the soaked rug. Raj's face was smeared with milk, cum, and squirt. His cock lay spent against his thigh, twitching occasionally.
Priya curled against his side, hand lazily stroking him. "No more trips, darling. The family stays together now."
Meera kissed his neck, milk still leaking. "Every night."
Ananya and Arjun flanked them, hands intertwined over Raj's chest.
Outside, the monsoon raged. Inside, the storm had finally claimed them all.
No one slept alone again.